Her Thirties Part 84
I never realized how much I cared about my friendship with Abe until we had our showdown and put all our cards on the table.
He turned out to be the good guy I hoped he would be.
I felt like celebrating now that the tension between us was gone.
Just as I thought of that, a soft hand caressed my neck.
“Hey handsome,” a seductive voice whispered from behind.
I didn’t have to turn—I knew who it was. Her perfume was in my nostrils and her image rose up from the shadows of my psyche—those recessed corners where we push away desirable things we don’t want to see.
I saw Abe’s eyes glittering with mirth.
She slid a chair tightly up against mine and sat down allowing the side of her body to slide down mine.
“Did you miss me?”
I turned and looked into her green eyes, and temporarily felt lost. She was so incredibly beautiful up close.
I heard Erin laughing with Abe and knew she must be sitting beside him too, but they both seemed impossibly distant—like looking through the opposite end of a telescope.
“I got my eye on you,” Cindy whispered jokingly, but it was unnecessary—I was totally lost in hers.
“I’m glad you finally made your way down here,” she smiled. “Whose idea was that—yours or Abe’s?”
“Both of ours,” I lied. I don’t know why I lied—but I liked her and she liked me—and I didn’t want to hurt her.
“That’s encouraging,” she purred.
It’s strange how beautiful women are like animals. Cindy had cat’s eyes that just mesmerized me. Her voice was a soft purr and her body was sleek and graceful—feline, actually.
I could feel the warmth of her body, and the subtle, powdery fragrance of her perfume.
“Are you just going to look, or do you want to talk?” she asked.
I snapped out of my reverie.
“Sorry—I was lost in my thoughts.”
She smirked. “Is that what you profs call it? Your fingerprints are all over me.”
I colored. Was I that obvious? I felt she saw right through me.
“It’s all right, Prof,” she laughed, “I’m just putting you on.”
Part of me hoped she wasn’t and the other part felt guilty for feeling that way.
She turned to Abe and Erin. “This part of surveillance is easier than drinking bad coffee in a cold car.”
Now I really felt bad. “You know I appreciate you guys. Can I buy you drinks?”
“Sure, Erin smiled. “We drink dirty martinis.”
I beckoned the waitress. She dropped the martinis without my ordering.
“What’d they tell you, Prof?” Katie, the waitress, laughed. “Did they say they drink dirty martinis? They drink any gin that’s even waved in the direction of Italy.”
Everyone broke up—including me. Noel Coward’s line was breathed new life—a little inappropriately in Katie’s mouth.
Then, it dawned on me. “Hey, if we’re all getting sloshed, how are we getting home?
“Who said anything about going home?” Cindy looked at me innocently.
I looked over at Erin and Abe grinning like Cheshire cats. I was not walking into a blind alley again.
Just past one, the girls bundled us into a cab and gave the cabby directions—I doubt either of us could have managed.
The driver was grinning, amused by our plight.
“Take good care of them,” Erin called out.
“Hey, hold on a minute!” Cindy commanded. She opened my door, bent in and kissed me long on the lips. “Yeah,” she called back to Erin, “his oxygen level’s fine.”
The cab drove off to the hoots and laughter of the girls.
“Seems like you fellows had a good night,” the cabby smiled into his rear view mirror.
“Weesh did,” Abe slurred, “Weesh should all go out for breakfast.”
“Naw,” the cabby laughed, “I don’t think you guys are gonna want bacon and eggs.”
The cabby prophet was right. I spent half the night hugging the porcelain bowl and called in sick the next morning.
Yeah ... he's still breathing ... I will have to use that line someday. Entertaining instalment, John:)
My favorite part is when she purred like a cat. Love the cats.
Everyone, in this life we always have an Abe.
I identify a lot with your poem. and I remembered something in my life very similar.
I loved this part very much
Thanks, read, I take my memories.
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