Pit Stop

The sweat on my spine starts to dry as the fan air cools the bed. My arms as my chin rest, I'm just now noticing the cartoons on T.V...this ridiculously big plasma T.V. Jeez, this thing is huge. For all I know, there could be several little white bald men with glasses and white lab coats behind the screen diligently taking notes. Subject: Bad Girl.
I actually think about getting up for a quick peak but laugh at myself at the crazy thought. So instead I enjoy my intoxicated state, sigh in contentment of the stress relief, and run my fingers through my hair like a wide tooth comb. I'm happy my ends are still dry and curls are in place..despite the moistness at the roots. I chuckle again. This time reflecting on my co-worker after the meeting just an hour ago. "See you at the office". "Yup, in just a bit. Gotta make a pit stop", I mumble.

As I flip over on my back, greedy for that cool wind on my breasts, I focus on his footsteps upstairs in the bathroom. Visions of him naked, wiping me off his abs, penis and thighs slightly excites me, but no time for that now. I look on the floor beside the bed. Damn, I wish there was time for him to fix my Love necklace. I can't believe it got caught in his gold Jesus piece. Ironic? Hmmm. Of course mine is the one to break. Dammit. I love this necklace. It's not that it's expensive, I just love wearing it. It represents something about me. As I told a close friend once, "I love love". Wearing the love necklace makes me feel happy and hopeful in the discovery of it...simply the love of it.

I hear him in the kitchen now, ice machine going off like an alarm for me to get my ass up. I walk over to the bedroom door. Damn, how my panties get so wet? I mean, ok, nevermind :) My dress isn't transparent, so I'm gonna have to put these panties in my purse. Only 5 minutes past my estimated departure time...I'm doing pretty good.
Look at him...coming down the stairs wearing nothing but 2 glasses of ice water.
Shit, he is beautiful.
As I grab his arm for support and dig my foot into my sandal heal, I'm thankful the dress I chose today is wrinkle free and shows off my legs. He loves my legs. He kisses my shoulder as I inhale the water."How does my hair look? Do I look crazy?" "Crazy beautiful", he says. Uhh huh. Smooth like butter, I tell ya. But that's ok, I'll l take that....pretty much the reason for my visit.

I tell him he doesn't have to walk me out, as I practically Flo Jo my ass up the stairs. His house is very similar to my mom's...newly created master bedroom decked out in the furnished basement, while the top two floors occupy guest bedrooms, office, family, living room, etc. etc.
I pause to do an inventory of my belongings and feel satisfied as I open the iron gate.
DOOR OPEN!

I tense up as this automated security bitch pretty much tells the whole block I'm resurfacing from the love dungeon. I quickly stride to my car which is way down the street. Damn DC parking. I'm feeling pretty paranoid as the two women across the street stare at me with their " ain't you supposed to be at work" eyes. Whatever! Why am I trippin? I am a grown ass woman and I am second highest in sales this month...as usual, so I deserve a pit stop.

In the car now and he's calling me. "I've fixed your love necklace, come back." "Naw, babe, I'm too far away. Just hold on to it and I will get it next time". Long Pause. "OK, well just remember I got your love".
Final Chuckle. "Yeah baby, how could I forget".