The Translation
MIRIAM N. KOTZIN and BILL TURNER
So the stripper at Josh's bachelor party was one of Karen's bridesmaids. This
was not a good thing. Phil, his best man, had promised Karen it wouldn't happen.
Then Jen popped out of the box.
The situation could have been sticky, but Jen was so tweaked that she
didn't have a clue what was actually going on. Until Josh fucked her.
Now Josh was at the altar watching Jen precede Karen down the aisle. She was
heading straight for him, looking him straight in the eye.
She waited until she was close, really close, so close that he could smell
her perfume, yes, the same one she'd worn last night. And then the bitch
gave him a long, slow wink. Later he would be sure that she'd mouthed the words
"meet me."
So the nuptials went as nuptials do. Josh swore his allegiance to Karen.
The sickness and health part was easy. The forsaking all others bit was
not. They finished and went to the reception, Josh feeling as though he just
made a good grade with a cheat sheet.
"Hi, Josh," Jen said. She glanced at the twist of Karen's elbow and caught his
eyes again.
"Hi, Jen." Josh could feel Karen noticing the red rush happening at his
neckline. His blush had been his curse through high school and college.
Karen called it her little lie detector.
Karen said hello to Jen and asked her whether she was feeling better. She
turned to Josh, "Jen couldn't make the bachelorette party last night--she had the
worst headache." She paused. "And it was such fun. My roommate
hired a stripper!"
"Really?"
Karen turned to Josh, "I'm sorry, and here I made you promise you wouldn't have
one--and I did. That's not fair, is it?"
The red crept up his cheeks.
Jen smiled, winked and asked Karen how well she liked the stripper.
Karen's eyes said it all. Josh would have noticed if he hadn't been afraid to
look at her. Karen would have noticed Josh turning red if her eyes weren't on
the floor.
Jen winked at Josh. Much later he would swear she mouthed, "I told you so."