Page 14 of Staying Home with Dad's Best Friend
“I went to a boat trip with Frank.”
Josh pauses. “Your old man’s friend? Was it fun?”
Oh, you have no idea, Josh.‘Yes, we saw some beavers.”
“Beavers are disgusting,” Josh says. “They chew down trees.”
“You wouldn’t say it if you saw them. They’re cute,” I say with an urge to defend my new favorite animal.
I take the pen lying on the desk and hold it horizontally between my teeth, mimicking a beaver chewing wood.
I was hoping Josh would laugh, but he doesn’t. In fact, he isn’t looking at my mouth. He’s staring down and his mouth opens.
“Hot damn, what’re you wearing, babe? Are those Nippies?”
Oops, I quickly tilt the phone up so he can’t gawk at me. I’m wearing the same shirt I wore this morning, but unbuttoned because it was warm in my room.
“Please, Meg, let me see them again,” Josh begs. “They’re pretty.”
“No,” I say, blushing.
“Please, Meg. Let me see you just once,” he says, his voice turning husky. “You don’t know how boring it is to be home every day, facing no one but my old man.”
Josh’s mom is a nurse who still works every day.
“Mm, I don’t know, Josh. Why don’t you just browse online? There’re lots of free pictures of naked women.”
“I know, Meg, but they aren’t as beautiful as you!”
I hesitate a moment longer, and then I let my vanity get the better of me. I tilt the phone toward my chest.
“Holy crap,” Josh’s eyes bulge and he swallows. “They’re spectacular, Meg. Are they real?”
“Of course they’re real, you jerk!” I say, moving my phone up. “You’d better study now. And don’t call me every day.”
“What? You’re too busy playing with your sugar daddy?”
“Shut up!” I end the call and stand up.
As soon as I turn, I shriek. Frank is standing at the door of my bedroom, his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches.
“Hi, Frank!” I say with a trembling voice. “I’m sorry, I…err… didn’t know you were back.”
“Is that your boyfriend?” he asks.
“No! I don’t have a boyfriend. He’s just a friend.”
“You show your tits to all your friends?”
“No! I… err… didn’t intend to, he…err…talked me into it.”
“It didn’t seem difficult to convince you.”
Shit. “Please Frank, don’t be mad! I promise I won’t do it again.”
“What does it matter I’m mad or not? I’m not your sugar daddy.”
“I’m sorry, Frank. Josh is… just a bit jealous,” I stop talking. I’m not making things better.
