Page 9 of Dizzy

“I told you I got one at the house.”

“Okay. Six o’clock?”

“Six o’clock.”

She hangs up first.

I scrub my neck. I ain’t gone grocery shopping. I’ve been crashing at the clubhouse, eating here. The house is a wreck. I never got around to cleaning up after the last weekend with the kids. Ah, hell.

But all that can wait.

The throb in my head eases, and my limp cock twitches, rising to attention. There’s a sweet piece of ass waitin’ for me, legs spread, right down the hall.

I grin. It feels so damn rusty.

I shove my phone in my pocket as I jog back to the room.

The door’s open.

My shoulders slump.

There’s a wet towel and a box of condoms on the floor. My shirt and the bottle of SoCo are missing.

The girl is gone.

* * *

“Church!”Mikey hollers, way too loud. I try to punch him in the side of the head as he trots by, but he’s too fast. “Church in five!”

Damn prospect. It’s only nine o’clock in the morning. Shouldn’t he be passed out under a pool table somewhere? Not prancin’ around, chipper, like some coked-up town crier.

What’s Heavy doin’ callin’ church this early with no notice, anyway? And on a weekday.

I groan. I searched for my ghost girl high and low before I gave up. I showered, I’m on my second cup of coffee, and my headache is back with a vengeance.

I should’ve never left the room. Kept my eyes on her. I don’t even know her name.

She didn’t get her jacket. It’s warming up. It’s fifty-eight now, but tonight, it’ll get down into the thirties. Why don’t she have a jacket? For that matter, why did she need my shirt? Where’s her clothes? Goddamn.

“Coming?” Grinder slaps me on my back. My head pounds.

“Yeah, man. After you.”

Grinder’s my dad’s age, but we’re both doing the old man shuffle toward the boardroom.

“Rough night?” I ask.

“Ernestine put me out.”

“She gonna stop cookin’ again?” Ernestine runs the kitchen. She makes a mean brisket.

“Probably not. She likes y’all.”

“She’d like you too if you didn’t fuck the club pussy.” That’s like tellin’ a man like Grinder to stop breathin’, but it’s true.

“Hey. The club pussy fucks me.”

“Fell into it, did you?”

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