Free One Night by Eric Jerome Dickey

are?”
    He said, “Sometimes it feels like I only understand a woman when my dick is inside her.”
    â€œYou only understand a woman while your cock is inside her?”
    â€œFeels that way.”
    â€œTakes more than two minutes to get to know a woman.”

7:56 P.M.
    He nodded. “I know. A man can know a woman for years and never really know her.”
    â€œA woman can only know a man if he wants to be known, and how he wants her to know him.”
    â€œWe trick ourselves. A man can fall madly, deeply in love, marry a woman almost as soon as he meets her, with each breath feel as if she is his soul mate. But she breathes for someone else; someone else may be her soul mate. There is always someone in the shadows. Always someone on standby.”
    â€œIf you’re not the one, why wouldn’t she just marry her true soul mate?”
    â€œNo idea. Maybe because the other guy was already happily married.”
    â€œMaybe she didn’t want to marry him, just enjoyed the sex with him.”
    â€œCould be.”
    I said, “Maybe she doesn’t want to see the lover every day, not like husband and wife. Some people are good company; others are good to have in your bed for a little while.”
    He nodded.
    I asked, “You okay over there?”
    â€œThe girl from Colorado, my first love . . . I had never seen her look so ecstatic. She left that guy’s Mustang and danced her way to the porch. She danced until she found me waiting on her. As he drove away, when she saw me come from the shadows—I hadn’t ever seen a girl look so remorseful. Didn’t get it.”
    â€œYou never let that go, did you?”
    â€œNot sure. But I moved on. I moved on, met someone new, and married.”
    â€œHow did you end up with your wife? Where did you meet the Republican?”
    â€œWas on the third level at Barnes & Noble at The Grove. I was at the top of the escalator, flipping through a Harry Potter book, and saw her coming up. It was like she was an angel coming to meet me.”
    â€œThe Grove? Nice. Classy area. Wife was a sorority girl in tight jeans and high heels?”
    â€œThat first look, that first eye contact—bet it was that way the first time Adam saw Eve.”
    â€œAdam had never seen a woman before.”
    â€œThat was how I felt. Like God had created a woman just for me. To be mine forever.”
    â€œIn the beginning there was lust, and lust was good.”
    â€œIt was love.”
    â€œKeep it real. It was lust. She got your dick hard.”
    â€œShe stimulated my mind. Intelligence excites me. She impressed my friends. The day we met, we talked Harry Potter, law, business, physics, politics, family, college, everything. She is articulate, well-read, and very ambitious, and most of all, she told me that she was loyal. Jealous and loyal.”
    â€œHow jealous is this one? On a scale of one to ten?”
    â€œShe’s a ten. Jealousy is her dark beast. She loves a good confrontation.”
    â€œJealousy for the preservation of the relationship, or a control freak?”
    â€œIf she thinks she has a sexual rival, if she feels an interpersonal boundary has been crossed, even a compliment from a woman left on Facebook, she can become a bit extreme.”
    â€œShe sounds like a loon. Still, jealousy comes from the fear of losing something of value to us.”
    â€œMaybe I was just as jealous, and twice as loyal. She came from a good family. My family had the same structure. It was the right recipe. She was perfect. It was love. I know what it was for me. I know what I felt. We sat in the café and talked Harry Potter like we were middle school children. Of all the things in the world, we talked about Harry Potter the longest. We sipped tea and talked about wizards and fantasy. Didn’t want the moment to end, so I invited her to come out on my boat the next day.”
    â€œYou popped the panties the next