Page 14 of Destiny

I finally find what I’m looking for. So, I take it and fill it with water, and then I turn my back on her. She spanks my ass on the way out while making kissing sounds.

I look over my shoulder and glare at her.

“Here we go,” I say after coming out. Then, I take the flowers out of their plastic sleeve and arrange them. “Perfect.”

“I’ll say so.”

It’s around that time that my insulin pump goes off. Without thinking, I take it off my waistband and check it.

“What is that?” he asks.

“Uh . . .”

“Some kind of beeper or something? Man, I haven’t seen one of those since, like 1992.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s it.” I’ve always been self-conscious about my diabetes diagnosis, and I don’t want him to see me anymore like a fragile child than he already does.

“Wow. I mean, I knew you were into records and other old stuff... but a beeper? That’s quite impressive.”

I shrug. “What can I say?”

He checks his watch and says he needs to get back to the office.

“But would you like to come over for dinner tonight? My treat this time?” He flashes his toothy grin at me, and I feel faint.

“Sure, yeah. I’d like that,” I say after studying myself against the counter.

“Great. Let’s say seven?”

“Works for me. Can I bring anything?”

“Nope. Just yourself!”

Then, we exchange the girls’ seats back into his car, and he drives off. Throughout that entire exchange, our bodies collided at least twice, and I wish he’d just throw me across his hood and take me.

I actually picture it so vividly in my head that I’m sweating by the time I go back into the store.

“Seriously, Bea? Do you get that winded just from carrying kid’s car seats? You really need to get some more exercise,” Micky comments.

“Yeah. I suppose you’re right.”

“We’re going hiking this weekend.”

“Fine. Whatever. Oh, I’m not going to be around for dinner tonight.”

“I fucking knew it. He asked you out, didn’t he?”

“Not exactly. He asked me over to have dinner with him and the girls.”

“Are you sure his kids are going to be there?”

“Well, I assume. I don’t know why they wouldn’t be.”

“Uh, duh . . .” She takes her left hand and makes a circle, and she penetrates it with her right pointer finger.

“Don’t be gross!” But that makes me wonder whether he is planning for this to be more of a romantic date.

No. Don’t be ridiculous.

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