The Player

I thought I'd landed a boyfriend after, shall we say, one overzealous night in a dorm. Problem was, my best friend thought she had a boyfriend too- the same guy. Turns out, she had been 'cavorting' with The Player on the sly for over two weeks by the time I confided in her about my hot lovin'. We were shocked to realize that The Player had fed us both the same lines- and cheesy ones at that. Suddenly we saw the potential for some good old fashioned, unbridled revenge.

That night we went out with a group of friends, including The Player. We stayed cool. We both knew he was a drunk, so we bided our time, refilling his cup. The minute he passed out, we grabbed some shaving cream and a razor and removed his eyebrows. Well, at least parts of his eyebrows. None of our dude friends came to his aid; in fact, they were highly amused. But three other giggling lady friends stepped up and took a turn with the razor. The Player had trouble playin' for a long time after, but we ladies never got played again.

(I wrote this hoping to win a copy of Suzanne Young's The Naughty List, out in stores today. Check out the giveaway on Holly Cupala's fabulous blog!)