Page 55 of Afternoon Delight
“We chat sometimes.” About sex. Today, it had escalated into taking turns at self-abuse within earshot of each other, but that was something friends did all the time. Didn’t they?
“Like Dad and Debra?”
If I started thinking about Dad doing shit like that with Debra, my brain would snap in half.
“Her son comes by after school so he doesn’t have to wait for her at the coffee shop. He’s patient with Dad. Funny as hell. I like him.”
She swore and looked for her purse. “I think I have one of those. A son. I have to get him from preschool.”
“Last time I checked, you had two. Just a friendly reminder.”
“That one has soccer, and I think he’s going with Carolyn. I should check that.”
She left, but I didn’t move for a long time. I was processing what I’d said about being here for the long haul while remembering what Meg had said about getting back to Toronto to start rebuilding her life.
Good thing we were only friends.
Chapter 31
Meg
I was dying to tell Georgia that Zak and I had taken turns wanking in her shop’s bathroom, but I doubted she’d find it as titillating as I had.
She was in such good spirits, though, she might just laugh herself right out of her wheelchair.
At least she was home with her sister again. It was Sunday. Gail and her family were out, but she’d encouraged me to come sit with Georgia so she wouldn’t worry.
It was great to see Georgia smiling, even in pajamas and still a little dopey from pain meds.
“It’s a different pain,” she told me. “I can tell it’s healing pain. I can live with that. What’s all this?” She peeked into the bag of samples I’d brought. “I have my trusty-reliable.”
“I registered for an online trade show. I wanted the education workshops, but that was the swag bag they sent attendees. I thought you might want to test drive a few, or tell me which ones are worth stocking.”
“I’ll look through it later.” She set it aside. “Tell me what’s been going on.”
“It’s so hard and so fun, pun intended.”
I told her about the long hunt for a replacement charger for an older toy and how excited one guy had been when he found out there was a product to replicate his penis for his girlfriend.
“He wanted me to help him take the cast of his erection. Literally. I was like, ‘Read the box. You can do it yourself.’ He was so sure something would go wrong.”
“That poor girl. His dick sounds like the only useful part of him.”
“Right? Oh. You’re going to die when I tell you what happened the other day.” I told her about the swing incident.
She laughed so hard, she kept saying, “Oh, shit,” and clutched at her lower back. “Please tell him to send me that photo.”
“I will not. He asked me what my plans were for today. ‘Robbing the Bellagio?’ He thinks he’s so funny.”
Georgia chuckle-winced again. “But you like him.”
“I do,” I admitted sheepishly. “Not that I see it going anywhere beyond flirting. Maybe a little torrid sex.”
“Just a little.”
“A teensy bit of extremely vigorous boning while I’m in town, but eventually I’ll go home and...” I shrugged, wistful.
“Will you?” She sobered.
