Free All That Drama by Tina Brooks McKinney Page B

the night before and I imagined that he was thinking the same. I thought he was going to kiss me right there, in the middle of my back yard for all of Garrison Avenue to see but he didn’t. Instead, he reached into the bag and grabbed three of the cups and some spoons, which were also in the bag. Deflated and a little dejected, I turned around again and went into the house. I looked back to see if he was still standing there and he was in the same spot grinning at me and shaking his head.
    “Whew,” I said, putting up the frozen treats and fanning my hot face. The door slammed behind me as I came back out onto the porch. I had been meaning to get that fixed but tended to forget about it until it slammed, scaring the shit out of me. I looked back at the door and silently cursed it. He was sitting at the picnic table with Keira and Kevin eating their ice cream. Kevin had a spot of it on his nose. He had the bad habit of smelling everything before he ate it. I chuckled and returned to the kitchen for napkins.
    “Where did you get those?” I asked David, referring to the ice cream.
    “At the hospital,” he said. “I work in the cafeteria.”
    That explained the white uniform and why he was walking up the alley. The hospital was a few blocks away from my street.
    “You had to work today?” I asked.
    “Yeah. You don’t think I got up that early for fun, do ya?” he replied with a wink.
    The kids were oblivious to our conversation and finished their ice cream within minutes. I had to remind them to say thank you and to wash their hands. They bolted inside, allowing the door to slam behind them.
    “And I thought you were being polite leaving before they woke up,” I answered sheepishly.
    “Girl, if it wasn’t for work, wild horses would not have driven me from that bed! I was so worn out and I had to drag my butt home for a hot shower. You put it on me, that’s for darn sure!” he exclaimed. He was cleaning up his language for the sake of the kids and that made me happy. My mouth was foul enough so I appreciated the gesture.
    I was simply euphoric. He felt it, too, I thought. To think that he enjoyed me as much as I did him almost made we wet myself. My hot ass started to wiggle on that bench like I was riding on his dick again! He chuckled like he could read my thoughts. I quickly got up from the bench and went back to watering my flowers. He laughed out loud but did not bother to follow me. He sprawled out on the bench and put his hands behind his head.
    I could see the rise of his dick through the fabric of his pants. If I were an artist, I would have drawn that picture of male perfection. His arms simply bulged out of his short-sleeved shirt. The top two buttons were undone and I could see the tiny hairs of his chest peaking out. His bald head was glistening in the afternoon sun. I gazed at him until it physically hurt my eyes. I would have never believed it, if I hadn’t seen it for myself. To think that skinny little David would evolve into such a fyne specimen—it was just unheard of!
    “Sweet Jesus,” I said to myself as I cupped some of the water from the hose and pressed it to my face.
    Keira and Kevin raced out the house slamming the door again. If I didn’t fix it soon, it would break the glass for sure. Since it was late spring, it was time to take the glass out anyway. I didn’t know how to do it but was sure I could figure it out once I found out where Keith had put the screens from last year.
    Energized with sugar, Kevin chased Keira in circles in the yard. They were having a ball. I shot the water into the air and they ran under its spray. They squealed with joy. It looked refreshing to me since it was already eighty degrees outside. Briefly I glanced over at David and he appeared to be asleep. Sighing, I continued to alternate between watering the flowers and the kids. I would have to get some towels before they went in the house for their afternoon nap ’cause they were dripping