Page 73 of No One Like You

Brad,

Not the greatest book report of all time, but I’ll spare you the bad envelope. Life is a journey, not a destination and you’ve hopefully started down a new road on that journey. Now go learn about the Japanese-American concentration camps during World War Two, the mistreatment of Indigenous Americans, the Tulsa Massacre, the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882, Stonewall, etc.

I’ve been in this fight my entire life because of my skin and now also my sexuality. You have the privilege to ignore that struggle because of yours. I’m glad that you are choosing to be a better person.

Megan said that you were thinking of coming to roller derby on Sunday. If so, then I will see you there.

Regards,

Tasha

She really hoped that Brad wasn’t bullshitting her, but she suspected that he was sincere. He might be an overprivileged douchebag, but he isn’t stupid. Some white boys never see life outside of their bubble, some see it and can’t handle it, and some see it and it changes them for the better. I think that Brad is part of that third group.

Work was fascinating. Tasha found herself the center of attention for much of the day. When she wasn’t fielding client requests and issues, her co-workers wanted to find out about her girlfriend, how they met, how long they had been dating, etc. She had never shared any of her personal life at work, preferring to let everyone else talk about their own lives instead. When she showed up at the holiday party dressed to the nines and then Megan walked in looking like a goddess (or princess according to Sophia) it had set tongues wagging. It wasn’t that Tasha didn’t want to talk about her life, she just had never felt like she had anything that she wanted to talk about before.

Weirdly, Kevin seemed to leave her alone all day. It seemed that maybe Megan had really put the fear of goddess in him. Tasha wasn’t complaining.

On her commute home, she spent most of the time planning the next batch of freelance work. She was still focused on that when she opened the door, then the smell hit her. “Please tell me that you’re making Indian for dinner again.”

“Yes, I am,” Megan answered as she dropped the spoon that she was holding and whipped around toward Tasha.

“You’re the best—mmpf.” Anything else was lost as Megan kissed her thoroughly. “Wow, I missed you, too,” she said after they came up for air

“Sorry, I got carried away. I really missed you today. Now, stop distracting me with your—” Megan waved toward her. “—incredible hotness. Oh, and say hi to Sophia. Her schoolwork was all done by the time I got home and I’m very proud of her.”

Tasha smiled. “Will do, and thank you.” She hung up her coat and took off her boots. “Hey, munchkin, your mom says that you did all of your schoolwork before she got home today. I’m very proud of you!”

“Thank you, Mama Tasha! Mommy really missed you.”

“I can tell. I missed you both.”

“Me too! I’m glad that Mom is so happy when you’re home.”

“Aw, you’re very sweet, angel. Let me go change and then you can tell me all about your day.” Tasha walked into their bedroom, pulling at her clothes.

It’s wonderful to come home to family and love. So much better than before.

Tasha opened the bathroom door and an orange blur shot out. “Oh, damn!” She raced back into the living room to find the cats eyeing each other, tails held stiffly in the air. Thankfully, both seemed okay with the other. Nocturne hopped back onto the couch with Sophia while Julius set out to explore. Since all was well in the cat-world, Tasha got changed into something comfortable.

Dinner was excellent and they shared some quiet family time afterwards. Once Sophia was in bed, Megan and Tasha soon followed. Tasha wasn’t thrilled about early morning yoga, but it was important to Megan that she try it. Once in the bedroom, Tasha waited to see what Megan’s comfort level was compared to last night. After Megan finished brushing her teeth, she walked toward the bed, shedding her shirt on the way.

It seems that she’s comfortable with this and I really like that view.

CHAPTER 44

INVISIBLE TOUCH

What was I thinking? Oh yeah, I like early morning yoga.

Megan nudged Tasha, who groaned in complaint. “Come on, my love. You can do this!”

“You say that you love me, yet you make me wake up at this hideous hour.”

Tasha might’ve been complaining, but she was getting up. Megan watched her pick a wedgie as she stumbled toward the bathroom. It was unexpectedly hot. A few minutes later, Megan found herself in the closet with Tasha, who was trying to decide what to wear. She walked up behind Tasha and said, “Sweetheart, do you remember how on Sunday morning you were grabbing my ass without permission?”

“Mmm, yeah, although I seem to recall that you did give me permission later.”

“I did. Um, in that spirit, may I grab your ass?”

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