Free Full Court Press by Lolah Lace

talk.”
    “Sure. Where?”
    “Home Run Inn in Bolingcreek.”
    “Let’s meet at the one on 75 th Street. I have to go to work today, it’s near my job.”
    “Okay, what time?”
    “I can be there at two.”
    “See you later, at two.”
    “Okay bye.” I ended the call.
    I was so glad she called instead of showing up at my door. I was tired of people showing up unannounced. I couldn’t believe I forgot to call her. I was so wrapped up in Mason’s world.
    My legs were itching and burning. I decided not to overdo it. I hadn’t done any exercise other than sex in months. I think I was over-exercising my pussy. The more sex I had the more I wanted. I was turning into a real hooker. I’m still tripping on the fact that I went from no sex to an overabundance of sexual activities.
    I went home and showered. I got dressed for work. I went in but I was n’t going to stay the whole eight hours. It’s so nice to have that extra income Jack provided. Being a single mother is a hard knock life.
    Now if I could just be completely loyal to Jack. He deserves that from me. He is a wonderful man and hurting him is not and never will be on my to do list. While at work I tried to get my little script together for what I was going to say to Karen when I saw her.
    I arrived at Home Run Inn P izza on 75 th Street. It was pretty dead in this pizza place. The lunch crowd had already returned to work.
    I was escorted to the table where Karen was waiting for me. There were two glasses of water at the table. I took a seat across from Karen. She was wearing a fashionable blouse with a blazer over it. I couldn’t see her pants but I’m sure they’re jazzy.
    “Hello, lady.” Karen smiled like she was happy to see me.
    “Karen.”
    “Miss Kari y ou look nice.”
    “Thanks.” Why does she call me Miss Kari?
    “I ordered already, half cheese half pepperoni. So tell me, what happened?”
    “I’m sorry I forgot to call you.” I felt the need to apologize. I know she was genuinely concerned a bout her brother. I was lollygagging and pussyfooting around.
    When I saw Mason he kind of made me forget what the purpose of my initial visit was all about. Mason could make me forget to breathe.
    “ Forget about it. It’s okay. So you went to see him. What he look like?”
    “Ummmmm.” I wasn’t sure how to answer her question. He looked a bit different the first time I saw him but he looked fresh and clean just yesterday.
    “What? What’s wrong?”
    I had to ease her worries. “Mason he’s doing better. He looks fine.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “I don’t know. He looks like his old self.”
    “What are you talking about? He looked terrible the last time I saw him. He had long hair and a beard. He was drunk off his ass and you could smell it all over him.”
    “He cleaned himself up.” I took a drink of water.
    “When?”
    Shit, I might as well just tell her. “I saw him a few times. The first time he was drunk but then he cleaned up, shaved, got a haircut.”
    “Wait, the first time he was drunk and then he just cleaned up?”
    “Did you tell him to clean up and he just did it because you asked?”
    “We talked. I told him he looked a mess and I guess he just decided to pull it together, clean himself up. I don’t know what goes through his mind.”
    “Is he still drinking?”
    “No , not around me. He wasn’t sober the first time I saw him but the other times he was fine.”
    “Other times?” She raised her eyebrow just the way Mason does. “How many times have you seen him?”
    “Only four times.” My eyes darted around the room.
    She leaned in. “Well Miss Kari when were you going to call me?”
    “I forgot. I was busy.”
    “Did you forget or were you busy?”
    “Both.” Damn , she asked a lot of F-ing questions. Shit this chick could have been a detective. She made me feel like she was Olivia Benson and I was a perp. 
    “Oh so you forgot to call me.” Her cerulean eyes started studying my face