it,’ she said. ‘I’m not sure if Beth’ll turn up. She didn’t answer my email.’ She handed me some papers in a folder.
‘ What’s this?’ I flicked through them while she explained.
‘ I’ve thought about this. We can’t just go around randomly being bad girls. We need a plan. I put together this – I call it a charter for the Bad Girls’ Club.’ She laughed. ‘I was going to call it our rules but bad girls don’t follow rules.’
I started reading. Point 1 – each week one girl must fulfil a bad girl dare. The other members of the Bad Girls ’ Club decide the dare.
Well I wasn ’t sure about that. I didn’t like dares, they could get rather dangerous. I turned the page.
Point 2. Bad girl dares never make sex compulsory. Bad girls have sex because they want to, not because they have to.
That was a relief.
Just then, Beth turned up. She looked so out of place, wearing her designer suit and with her briefcase. Imogen handed her another folder.
‘OK, have you both finished reading?’ asked Imogen. ‘I think we need to start ourselves on the Bad Girls’ road. What I propose is that we meet on the Wednesday, discuss the details, and work out the dare for the next member. Is Wednesday OK with everyone?’
Beth and I just nodded.
‘Kind of like playing Truth or Dare as a kid,’ said Beth.
‘ Yeah, but without the Truth part. Just some good clean, dirty fun.’
Beth and Imogen laughed but I wasn ’t so convinced. I’d never played Truth or Dare.
‘ So, what are the dares?’ I asked.
‘ It depends. It doesn’t have to be anything too major and it is probably best that we don’t do too much, too soon.’
‘ But the other bad girls will come with us to make sure we carry out the dare?’ asked Beth.
Imogen shook her head. ‘We’re grown-ups, Beth. I think we can trust each other.’
‘ What happens if we don’t do the dare?’ Beth asked.
‘ You’re doomed to be a sad and boring nice girl for the rest of your life, aren’t you?’ Imogen replied.
I was a bit dubious.
‘But what if the dare is something scary? I don’t want to do anything that will upset my boyfriend.’
Imogen sighed and Beth just checked her nails, looking bored.
‘We won’t start with anything hardcore. Look, I’ll do the first dare and you can see what it’s like. You and Beth can think of something.’
I looked at Beth. I couldn ’t think of anything bad.
‘ How about shoplifting a lipstick?’
Imogen flicked through her folder and showed a page to Beth.
‘Nothing that’s actually illegal or will get us arrested. And that’s so teenage girl!’
Beth rolled her eyes. I ’d thought of something but I didn’t know if it was the right kind of dare. They’d probably think it was really lame.
‘ Well, I don’t know. You’ve put us on the spot,’ said Beth. ‘I need a drink.’
As Beth walked to the bar, Imogen whispered to me. ‘I really didn’t think Beth would turn up. She can be a bit snotty, can’t she?’
I nodded.
‘She wasn’t so bad at the wedding though,’ I said. At least she’d stopped calling me Julia-or-Jessica. I think if she’d done that one more time I’d have slapped her.
‘ Yeah, after she’d had a few drinks. When she first sat at our table, I nearly died thinking I’d have to look at her sour face all night.’
I nodded again, then looked around, trying to think of something else to say. Beth came back and handed me a glass of wine. That was nice of her, but I hadn ’t really wanted one.
We all sat for a moment, looking at each other. Imogen lit up a cigarette and Beth checked her phone.
‘What about streaking?’ asked Beth, stifling a yawn.
‘ Technically, that’s illegal,’ replied Imogen.
If Beth could say that, then maybe they wouldn ’t think my idea was so dumb. At least it wasn’t illegal.
‘ What about going to Smith’s Beach?’ I asked them, and then looked away. ‘Sorry, that’s a stupid idea. I’m sure you can