“Okay. I can see you won’t give me any peace until I do,” I told her, slightly exasperated. “I went through with the Brazilian waxing, had a wonderful time at the ballgame, but we didn’t go sailing on Sunday because of the storms, so we hung out at his place. Last night, we went out for dinner and a walk on the boardwalk.”
“That’s all?” she asked, clearly dissatisfied with my answer.
“Well, yes, but there is one more thing. He asked me to pack a week’s worth of clothes after work and stay with him.”
“What! You’re going to move in with him?”
“It certainly looks that way, but don’t worry, I’ll still keep paying my half of the rent until the lease is up.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it!” she exclaimed.
“Yes,” I said meekly, touched by her concern.
“Don’t you think that’s a bit impetuous?”
“It might seem that way, but I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.”
“Really? I mean you haven’t had many relationships, and I’m not saying this to be cruel, but you sure you’re not just in lust?”
“Oh, I am, but there’s so much more to it than that!”
“Such as?”
“First of all, he’s kind and courteous, a real gentleman…well except when we…”
“Fuck?”
“To be blunt, yes. That’s when he can be really aggressive and it fulfills a part of me I didn’t know existed…but getting back to my point. When we talk, he really listens. Like from just an offhand comment on Friday, he figured out that going to the Mallards game on Saturday would be my ideal date. And he always asks for my opinion or my preference before we do something or go somewhere. Plus he can make me laugh. You might find that trivial, but it means so much to me. All I can say is I’ve never felt more alive. And not just in a physical sense. It may sound corny, but he completes me emotionally.”
“Wow!” said Judy. “I hope I didn’t sound critical and I understand now. I take it he’s of the same mind?”
“Absolutely. He finds me beautiful and sexy, but most importantly, his intellectual equal.”
“Then I say, go for it!”
“Thanks. Now you have to let me get ready for work. We can talk more after work tonight while I pack.” I told her and then kidding her, “That should give you time to create your questionnaire.”
“That would be nice. Don’t you worry, I still have plenty to ask and we’ll get down to the nitty-gritty. You’ve got to fill me in on his…aggression.”
“Okay, but within reason. There are certain things a lady doesn’t divulge.”
“Something tells me you weren’t very ladylike.” Judy teased with a wink.
“Maybe not. Anyway, I’ll be back a little after five.”
“Don’t worry, so will I…and it’d better be juicy!”
“Judy, you’re incorrigible!”
Temporarily satisfied, Judy left. I hurriedly got myself ready, grabbed a yogurt and granola bar for lunch, and headed off to work.
As I expected, no sooner had I sat at my desk and started going through my email than Betty made her appearance. I had a nagging suspicion that she’d been laying in wait for my arrival. It was like Friday all over again. There she stood in a different, but similarly frumpy, floral dress. The exception being I had absolutely no premonition that I was looking at my future.
“Good morning, Betty,” I said cheerfully. There was no way I’d let her spoil my euphoria.
“Good morning, Linda. How was your girls’ night out?”
At least she cut to the chase.
“Truth be told, I didn’t go. I actually ended up having a very nice get-to-know-you chat with George.”
“Oh? How did that go?”
The devil in me wanted to reply scandalously and tell her how many ways George had fucked me, how much of his cum I’d swallowed or that she could find pictures of me naked on the web. I smiled inwardly at the prospect and would have to tell George later of my wicked thoughts. He’d be amused, I’d wager. Of course, I said nothing of the kind.
“Swimmingly. We really hit it off. He’s nothing like you said. He’s kind and polite with a great sense of humor.”
“I never said he wasn’t,” she said defensively.
“Okay, sure,” I said, unwilling to get drawn into an argument. “Anyway, he took me to a Mallards game on Saturday night and last night out to dinner and a walk on the boardwalk. So, all I in all, I had a great weekend. How about you?”
“Nothing exciting, just puttered around my apartment,” she said absently. I could sense her seething at the prospect of George and me dating.
Intel acquired, she quickly ended our discussion, “I’ve got to get going, lots to do today.”
“I’m sure you do,” I replied. Like running to Chuck’s office, I figured, so I added, “But you were right about one thing…”
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“He does have a beautiful house.”
Teeth clenched, she turned and, without a word, left with renewed purpose. Have fun storming the castle, bitch!
My encounter with Betty made me smile the whole morning. I sensed that she wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass anymore. I was even more productive than usual. It definitely helps to have your libido given a strenuous workout. Maybe that’s what Betty needs. Sure, but good luck with that.
I hadn’t noticed the time passing, but around eleven thirty, my phone dinged with a text message. Oh, right, George was going to…
I opened it. From George. No photo attached, but this was better:
G: Sorry I haven’t sent anything. Been tied up with Chuck. Sounds like you had an interesting chat with Betty this morning. You free for lunch?