Page 39 of Mimosa

Abs came in dressed in all black, ready for their night as well. “Ready?”

“Is he here?”

“I don’t know, I just came to check on you. You look…terrible, but like you should.”

“I’ll never get laid looking like this.”

“Well, you can always take the clothes off after and that might get you laid.”

“Might?”

Abs winked as he laughed. “Listen, good luck, Mims.”

“You too. Get that painting.”

“Will do.”

When Sonny came, he pulled up to the curb and Mims jumped in the cab of the truck, smiling shyly. “I know, I look awful.”

“That’s not even possible,” he said before he kissed Mims.

“Hush,” he said, laughing.

As they drove through the many one-way streets of downtown Denver, Sonny grew serious. “Listen, Mims, we started this…fast. If you ever need to slow down or back off, besides what we have to be in front of the BBC, let me know. I won’t be hurt. Well, not a lot. I get it.”

“I’ve thought about that. I have, sure, but…I really like you, Sonny. I haven’t liked anyone this much in…ever.”

“Wow. That’s a lot to live up to, Mims.”

“You can call me Ali, but not in front of anyone.”

“I’d say you can call me Santiago, but…that’s a mouthful and I like other things in your mouth.”

As he giggled and wriggled on the seat, pinching his rapidly growing dick, he said, “Stop! Not before we get to a place full of macho cops!”

“You don’t think they get erections? Even Marion. I think her erections are bigger than most of the men.”

“Ew! That’s disgusting!”

“Why? Never been with a woman?”

“No! I’m gold star, baby.”

“Well, I was with a few, back when I went through a phase of pure denial. And it’s not gross at all. We’re all humans, sexual, beautiful humans.”

Mims smiled over at him, more at ease than he’d been in days. “That’s really nice, Sonny.”

“And true. Now, I’m not leaving you when we get there. If I have to, don’t freak out, I’ll be back quickly.”

“I hope you’re not gone much.”

“I won’t be. They’ll ask you questions, and they’ll watch your face and body for reactions. Cops are lied to all the time, and they can tell, usually, unless you know your tells and can stop them.”

“My tells?”

“Yeah. Like bluffing in poker. If you fidget, if you bite your lips, nails, if you look away while you’re answering, or if you look in their eyes too much.”

“Do I just…what do I do?”

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