Free Single Husbands by HoneyB Page B

wanted to fuck him
     or she would’ve left by now. “I’ve
got
to get back inside.”
    “Save my number in your phone. Seven seven three,” she said, pausing for him to program all of her digits. “Call me right
     after the game.”
    “Chicago, huh?” Brian thought, pressing the corresponding numbers. Area codes didn’t mean much nowadays. Memorizing each digit,
     he backspaced, deleting the numbers he’d pressed on his phone. If he couldn’t remember a woman’s number, he wasn’t interested
     enough in her. Of all the numbers he knew, he didn’t know Zahra’s number, but he did know where she lived.
    Memorizing numbers kept his telephone history clear of all potential allegations from females plotting to entrap him in a
     scandal. He didn’t have to hide his phone from his wife. There was nothing incriminating for her to find. Before he returned
     home from his road trips, Brian placed his clothes in the laundry bag at the hotel for overnight dry cleaning to make sure
     he didn’t return to Michelle with any parts of him smelling like another woman.
    Brian loved traveling. As much as he loved his wife and kids, he couldn’t imagine being home with them seven days a week,
     fifty-two weeks out of the year. How did couples that ate together, slept together, and worked together too, not tire of seeing
     one another? That would drive Brian fucking nuts. What did they talk about? Were their daily conversations monotonous, like
     tuning in to reruns of
Good Times
or
Girlfriends
? Brian often grew impatient holding the phone, waiting for Michelle to say something. His preferred communication was face
     to pussy. Not texting and definitely not talking on the cell phone. Before and after marrying Michelle, he made certain he
     had obligations other than being home under her all the time.
    Brian made it back to his seat in time to see Marcus Monty tip off his last college conference championship game. Becoming
     a sports agent allowed Brian to remain anonymous most of the time. Most groupies were excited about the current players, not
     the former players or the agents. He doubted that the woman he’d just met in the lobby had any idea who he was, and he’d plan
     to keep it that way. A few what looked like teenage girls waved at him. Brian waved back, then quickly looked away. Entertaining
     young girls was never a consideration.
    Anxiously Brian wanted to sign Marcus before Brandon made his final pitch. If he got Brandon intoxicated until he passed out,
     Brandon would miss his opportunity to meet with Marcus. Brian could return home tomorrow night, but he might stay in Texas
     a few extra days to find out something about Zahra. Did she live alone? Did she have any siblings? A husband? Who were her
     parents? A man could tell a lot about a woman if he knew her mother and her father.
    If it weren’t for his mother keeping the kids, Brian’s marriage would be totally different; he might be getting divorced along
     with Brandon. Brian would insist that Michelle quit her job or reduce her hours to stay at home with the kids, like his mother
     had done for him. Unlike penguins, where the males cared for their young, rearing kids was inherently a female’s primary responsibility.
    Brian enjoyed taking his family on vacations, like his dad had done with him. As Brian grew older, his father began taking
     him on business trips, which were pleasurable. That’s when Brian witnessed his father having affairs and one-night stands.
     His dad was a good man and his role model.
    Sitting in the aisle seat on the last row of the first level, Brian witnessed an incredible game. Monty’s stock increased
     when he got MVP of the conference. Brian scurried down the steps, courtside, to congratulate Marcus and Ms. Monty for doing
     an awesome job single-parenting Marcus; then he left the arena.
    Making his way to his downtown hotel, he used the pay phone in the lobby to call the woman he’d met at the concession stand.
     “Hey,