Page 54 of Ice, Love, & Other Penalties

Indie: Do you use public places to hook up?

I groan, this isn’t where I wanted to take this conversation. Come on, darling, be a little less practical and let your desire drive you. Not your curiosity.

Indie: Oh, you went quiet. So, you go to a bar and fuck the first woman who glances at you.

Ty: Whoa, that’s not the direction I expected us to take. Let’s start with no. I don’t hook up much, when I do, I’m usually on the road and pay for another room.

Indie: So, you can leave without saying a word.

Ty: Is this a trick question?

Indie: No. I’m curious.

Ty: If I left today it was because you were sleeping and I needed to pick up Myra. May I remind you I left a note.

Indie: A pretty embarrassing note my sisters read.

Ty: My apologies. If I had known they were going to be there I would’ve hidden the note.

Ty: Actually, I would’ve woken you up so you could’ve dressed up before they entered.

Indie: So, what happens when you’re not on the road? How do you hook up?

Ty: I don’t hook up.

Indie: I don’t believe you.

Ty: I have a five-year-old at home. Nothing will happen within the two-hundred-mile radius of the house for the next thirteen years, give or take.

Indie: Yet, here you are telling me you were thinking about me and wanting to fuck around. How does that work?

Ty: You and I are different, darling. We’re friends who’ll find time to benefit from each other. Also, this text started as a teasing that I wanted to evolve to role-playing, darling. You were supposed to guess what I was doing, then I would ask if you’re wet.

Indie: Ooh, so I would say you were touching a hard thick cock while thinking about me. Then you’d order me to tell you if I’m wet, I’d say I’m soaking just for you. I could even send a voice memo with a moan. But . . .I can’t because I’m at my brother’s house.

Ty: Which brother?

Indie: Does it matter?

Ty: Probably not, I’m just curious.

Indie: Why do you always want to know everything?

Ty: No, that’s you. I’m just wondering if you’re at Gabe’s since he lives close by and if that’s the case, I would ask you to swing by and spend the night with me.

Indie: It’s not only me, you also want to know everything, but let’s not digress. I refuse to tell you where I’m at.

Ty: So it’s Gabe’s and you don’t want me to beg you to come to me, huh?

Indie: Even if you ask me, I wouldn’t go. Remember the five-year-old sleeping a few rooms away from you?

Ty: Well, let me get you a car to take you home. I don’t like knowing that you’re driving late at night.

Indie: You are . . .

Ty: Don’t leave me hanging.

Indie: If you were a few years younger and I wasn’t jaded . . . Good night, Ty. I’m turning this off. Let’s not talk again until it’s time to exchange Myra.

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