conjuring johnny depp - part thirteen

Olivia comes to the door looking flushed, hair wet. She’s just gotten out of the shower, and GianCarlo has just fallen asleep. From the rings under her dark eyes, I can tell it’s been a busy nearly twenty-four hours. To her credit, she takes one look at all of us, grabs her purse and heads for the door. “The man doesn’t stop,” she says, as we bundle her into the car. “He’s come around twelve times in the last sixteen hours. I don’t know where he gets the stamina.”

“How much Viagra does that take?” asks Karen.

“He doesn’t need Viagra,” says Olivia. “He’s amazing.”

“Aren’t you sore?” asks Jasmina.

Olivia actually blushes. “A bit. He’s not at all rough, though. Just -”

“Persistent?” finishes Marnie.

Persistent, I think. I wonder if Johnny’s still asleep.

“Are you going to tell me what all this is about,” she asks abruptly.

“Remember last night?” says Leslie.

Olivia glances at me and I smile back weakly. “What about last night?”

We turn into my driveway and Karen parks the car.

“Come on in, Olivia,” I say, as I struggle out of the car. “I have a big surprise.”