Free Two Sides of Terri by Ben Boswell Page B

she said with a grin.
    “Where’ve you been?” I replied hoarsely.
    She laughed. “I forgot my purse. I didn’t have money for the cab.”
    “What’d you do?”
    “What could I do? I had to blow the driver. You wouldn’t believe how much he came.”
    I looked at her shocked. “You didn’t!” But the image was already in my mind. Both of them in the backseat, her dress pulled down to show off her tits, her red lips wrapped around his fat tool.
    She laughed. “No, of course not. But I had to stop by the house to pick up my purse, then stop at the ATM to get some money. God, Bill, you really are losing it.”
    “So that’s all?”
    She nodded. “I could make up a story for you, but I’m afraid you’d ruin your suit, and anyway, I’d like to be able to move over to a table. I’m starved.”
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    We settled in at a little two-top in the corner of the room.
    “So what happened with Chucky?” I asked after we’d ordered some small plates and a bottle of wine.
    She shrugged. “Nothing that exciting. Just the usual catching up. How’re you doing? Still living on the North Side? That kind of stuff.”
    “You seemed to be having a lot of fun for a conversation so banal.”
    “Chucky was always a good talker. He’s funny. Lively. He talked about his job. Asked if I still saw some of the old gang. You know, that kind of stuff.”
    “So, no flirting?”
    “Oh, it was all flirting. But nothing really overt. He commented you were a lucky man. Said he missed me.”
    “Did you flirt back?”
    “Of course. Wasn’t that the idea? I asked why no woman had snatched him up yet. He reminded me I’d had my chance. Just silly stuff.”
    We both sat silent for a moment.
    “I saw him touch your thigh,” I said suddenly.
    She laughed. “My, you were watching closely. Did you also see me move his hand away?”
    “Not right away, you didn’t.”
    She grinned. “No, I guess not. I gave him a few seconds. Did you see him rubbing my back?”
    “Yes,” I replied, nodding.
    “And did that make you jealous or excited?”
    “Both,” I admitted.
    “Should I have let him continue to rub my thigh?”
    “Are you wearing panties?”
    She laughed. “Would that make a difference? I am, but they’re really small. They wouldn’t have gotten in the way at all.”
    I groaned.
    “You didn’t answer. Should I have let him rub my thigh longer?”
    “I dunno,” I replied finally, dully.
    She nodded. “That...that answer says a lot.”
    “Does it?”
    “Well, yeah, I mean, I think most men would answer without hesitation.”
    “Maybe.”
    She shook her head. “No maybes about it. We’re no longer in realm of old war stories and fantasies. We’re talking about a real life, flesh and blood, man fondling your wife.”
    “I know. I can’t explain it.” I paused for a moment. “And what about you? Did you want him to continue rubbing your thigh?”
    “If I’d known you could see it, I might have let him have a little more time, given him a chance to explore past the hem of my dress.”
    “How far?”
    “I dunno,” she replied mirroring my earlier tone.
    With perfect timing, her phone suddenly vibrated with an incoming text. She looked at it, shook her head and smiled.
    “So now what?” she said, handing it to me.
    I looked at the message. It was from Chucky. Short and direct.
    Hey, Ter, it was great seeing you tonight. Sorry I had to run so soon. Love to catch up more. Drinks, maybe an early dinner next week?
    “I thought you told him you were married,” I said.
    She laughed again. “That’s not the sort of thing to deter Chucky.”
    “Why an early dinner?”
    She raised an eyebrow. “I dunno. Seems less threatening, maybe? Or maybe it hints at some post-dinner activities?”
    I didn’t say anything.
    She continued, “Why are you avoiding the issue? He just asked me out on a date. What do you think I should I say to him?”
    “What do you want to say?”
    She shook her head and clicked her tongue.