I’ve been to a couple NYCCs, they’re good fun. *“I can make that work.”
“Schools out in a couple of months. The tub had feet, like eagle talons, holding a globe. “Hi.”
I took in her face, *“Good morning.”
“You know, this is a pretty nice way to wake up.”
*”I’ve had worse.”
“Me too.”
*”Life can be a tore up, bumfuck, backwater road sometimes. You never sat in a tub with a glass of wine and some snacks and just relaxed?”
“No. It was small, but eclectic. “Oh fuck, I’m…”
I was pushed over the line when she arched her back offering me her breast. Her butt looked cute even going down stairs. And I could see the focus of her examination rising to meet her touch. *”You had?”
There was that shade again, brighter, followed by a sly little grin. My brain started to put together the clues. Other than the obvious connection that is. She jumped and wriggled, “Ahh that tickles.”
I stood up, slowly, and stepped out of bed.
