“Kat, I have to stop standing here. I’m trying to leave but it’s so hard. I believe I’m leaving now.”
He took a step backward and dumped into the side of the doorway.
“Fuck!” He chanted.
I giggled and he looked over and smiled at me. He took a careful step to the side and backed out the doorway. I watched him disappear. I listened as he jogged down the stairs that lead to the store. He was gone.
I decided that I was going to freak out later. I was going to just be unemotional for an hour or two. Going back to sleep wasn’t an option. I was too sated. I was too thrilled. I wanted to do cartwheels but I wasn’t about to break my neck. I already had an injured pussy.
I looked for my cell phone. It was connected to the charger on the table where I placed the wine bottle. I didn’t plug my cell phone into the charger but it was fully charged when I disconnected and glanced at it. Jason plugged my cell phone up? When? I got out of bed and went into the kitchen. The wine was in the refrigerator and the glass was in the sink. After I peed I drew myself a bubble bath. Once I was deeply immersed in the hot water I called my friend Rolanda. I needed someone to gossip to. She answered after two rings.
“Hey, gurl.” She was alert. I was getting there.
“Can you talk?”
“Yes, the big boss is out of the office. Her admin is working from home.”
“So you have an easy day then?”
“Fingers crossed. If Laura doesn’t bring her dumb ass in here and ask me to do some simple ass shit she too stupid to figure out.”
“I got some bad news yesterday but I can tell you that later.”
“Oh shit what happened?”
“No, I got some good news too.”
“What?”
“The drought is over. I had sex.”
“Oh my God, Jehovah and Allah. Oh, I’m about to cry.”
“Oh gurl, you doing too much.”
“Haha, I know. Who ‘dis man that popped yo’ divorce cherry? Oh, snap, you slept with Nelson. I didn’t think you were feeling him like that.”
“It wasn’t Nelson?”
“Look at you. Let me guess. It had to be one of those townies.”
“Not exactly. It was my employee, Jason.”
“That little white boy? Eminem?”
“He looks absolutely nothing like Eminem.”
“I thought you said he was annoying.”
“I didn’t say he was annoying. I said he was weird and extra.”
“So if he’s weird and extra, how did you end up naked and stretched out?”
“I don’t know. I wish I knew.”
“How old is he again?”
“He’s twenty?”
“You sure? I’m trying to pay off my car. Baby, I do not have no money put aside for bail on statutory rape charges.”
“I’m sure. He’s really twenty. We check for ID over here at Sweet Treats”
“Okay well, you cool. But how terrible was it? These young men are horrible in bed.”
“He wasn’t horrible. He was good.”
“Huh, was he good or you just haven’t had any in so long that it seemed like it was good?”
“No, it was great. It was so good I don’t even have anything to compare it too.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I know I shouldn’t be talking about this but it’s been so long and I’m kind of excited about it. You know I live a boring life.”
“No, no. It’s okay. You have every right to speak on a good dick. Sharing is caring.”
“Thank you.”
“So spill the tea.”
“He was experienced. I don’t know how that’s possible. I’m not so old I don’t remember how terrible sex was back when I was in my early twenties but he wasn’t terrible in any way. He didn’t blow on me or do anything annoying. He’s not a sloppy kisser and his height actually matched his dick size. He’s six-four.”
“Whattttt?”
“Right, I couldn’t believe it,” I added.
“Tall guys with short dicks are so disappointing.”
“Even though it’s been a minute I definitely remember that. Jason was so good. He had moves. He could last long. He could stay hard. He wasn’t nervous or clumsy.”
“Sounds like a keeper to me. What are you trying to do with this little boy? Is this a one-time thing or you trying to breastfeed him or what?”
“Okay, so I don’t know what’s going on. I wasn’t trying to go there in the first place. He wasn’t feeling that so that's how it happened in the first place.”
“So did he leave last night or this morning?”
“This morning.”
“Was he acting weird?” She asked.
“No, not really. He kissed me on the forehead and was like I’m going home and I’ll be back in a few hours. I don’t know what anything means. I can’t read any signs. I’ve been off the dating scene for more than two decades. This guy is just too young.”
“Too young for what?”
“Everything?”
“What you trying to do, marry him?”
“Gurl, never. You know I’m not trying to do nothing but live life.”
“Right, so go ahead and fuck him. You’re not going to get in trouble. You don’t even live in Galena.”
“I know but it feels so wrong. He’s younger than Kennedy.”
“Katrina, I’m not sure why that matters. In a few weeks, you’ll be back home. Absolutely no one is going to know what happened in Galena and with whom. You know I’m not telling nobody.”
“I know but I don’t even know if he’s coming back.”
“Gurl, you crazy. He said see you in a few hours. Of course, he’s coming back.”
“You think so?”
“Ah yes, why wouldn’t he?”
“I don’t know. I’m new to this.”
“True, but just go with it. Don’t overthink it. As long as he’s not a crazy person you
