Riley reaches for the ignition, and with a turn of her wrist, replaces the car’s rumble with the jangle of her overloaded keychain. The ceiling dome lights swell and my reflection appears in the mirror of a flipped down visor, but only Alexa’s eyes gaze back.

My bestie brags, “If I had a dick for a day, I would tug that noodle allll day, peeing on everything, and y’know, have some fun on date without bringing the strap-on.” Her eyebrows wiggle up and down.