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"Variety
is the thing we need to keep our relationship interesting, Babe. All the really cool couples are doing
it. The problem with you is, you
never want to do anything that's different." Ziggy looked at Zelda, wanting to get a rise out of
her. At minimum, he wanted her to
cave-in to his latest sexual request.
What he got back was a look of utter confusion; it was as though she
didn't understand what he was getting at.
"Yeah,
so?" was the best that she could offer.
"I was the one who suggested--more than once--that we go visit my mother
and play cards." She said it with
all of the ‘what are you talking about' that her beautiful, straight face could
suggest.
He
held his head, searching for something to add, looking at a sensuous body that
was in a permanent stage of ripeness. The form-fitting dress that she wore was the ultimate
tease. She wasn't all that shy
when it came to sex, but it sometimes took forever to get in the mood; that was
with him pulling out all the stops to get the ball rolling.
“What do you want to do?” she felt
pushed to ask, having thought about what he could have been driving at--having
drawn a mental blank for the answer.
Just
then, someone was calling him.
Like any good-for-nothing bachelor, he kept his phone on vibrate when he
was with his girl. That way, she would
never suspect that another woman was calling him.
“What’s
wrong?” she asked, noticing his herky-jerk reaction. Her beautiful, smooth, face twitched, anticipating a return lie
from him.
“Nothing.”
Uh
huh. Exactly what she expected. She had more important things to worry
about, so leaving the question unanswered was just fine with her.
“Waiter.” He motioned across the limited, outdoor
area to get a waiter’s attention, the same server who did his best to ignore
them the entire time that they had been seated. Finally, the college kid turned to see Ziggy’s “Check,
please.”
The time it took
to get over to their table was fast, hinting that the kid was happy to be rid
of them. Why not? This was the third date that Ziggy had
brought to the café, each time “forgetting” to leave a tip afterwards. “Will that be all?” the waiter asked,
inwardly hoping for the answer to be a crisp yes. He got his wish, seeing Ziggy nodding once, accepting the
check. Where do cheapskates
come from, the waiter thought. It
was then that he realized more than ever that he needed to study harder in
school, to avoid this kind of low paying job for the rest of whatever life he
had left.
At the end of the
block, Ziggy turned to see a cell phone store. It’s display spoke volumes. “Zelda, do you think about me when we’re not together?”
“You asked me that
before.”
“Humor me.”
She leaned down
from her six foot one, skyscraping height to kiss him. “I miss you terribly.”
“Good. ‘Cause I got an idea.” The childlike blush that he wore announced
that something was in the works for her that she probably would disapprove of.
“I’m afraid to ask
what it is,” was all she could say.
They stepped from
the curb, barely missed by a speeding taxi that had no concern for human life. By that time the two lovebirds were
safely on the other side of the crowded street where they now had to worry
about their fellow pedestrians.
After all, this was the big city, and there was plenty to stress-out
over.
“Tell me this new
idea of yours,” she demanded, wanting to keep it from lingering in her mind
than actually needing the details.
He motioned for
her to again lean down so he could whisper. After a few seconds it was over. He had said it.
“That’s mental,”
she repulsed.
“Mental, yes. But really cool.”
She chuckled with
her slender hand covering her tapered mouth. “I wonder know what I see in you.”
“Love, honor,
respect.”
“Mental,” she
added.
“I wanted to leave
the best part for last.”
They laughed,
tightening their arm-in-arm lock on the other, careful not to bump into anyone
else along their joyful stroll down the busy boulevard.
“I’ll do it,” she
finally agreed--knowing that had she not, he would only have pestered her into
oblivion. “I feel like playing a
game of pool. Something about the
crack of the balls that gets me in the mood.”
That’s all he
needed. Immediately, his pace
quickened, nearly pulling her down the sidewalk, suddenly not caring who or how
many people they bumped into.
After a brisk block and a half, they looked up. There it was Bennie’s Billiards.
The following day,
she was seated at her workstation.
She was often complemented for being the best receptionist that Braggart
& Sword Attorneys at Law ever had.
Later that morning, the stream of people in out of the ground floor
lobby had lessened. Now she had
only her many thoughts to keep her company. None of it had to do with business. That was when it happened. Someone was calling her on her cell
phone. Each ring made her wet and
overcome with sexuality. Ziggy had
shown her how to set her phone to vibrate, placing the phone in her pussy,
taping it in place so as not to fall out.
Whoever was calling had her squirming. She tried to control it. That was when the big boss came her way.
“Is everything all
right this morning, Zelda?” Mr. Sword asked with all of the financially macho
bravado that a power broker could ask.
“I’m, I’m
fi-fi-fine, sir.” She was killing
herself to sound normal.
“You look
different. More of a glow.” He scanned her, trying with all of his
Harvard, top of his class, eyes to decipher what it was about her that caught
his attention.
The phone
continued to vibrate. Ziggy was
determined to let it go on forever.
He wanted to make her dress wet to where she had to leave work early
that day and come home to him.
“Well, Zelda,
whatever it is keep it up. It’s
doing a world of good for you.”
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