Boston Blues
It's dark at Crane, Poole and Schmidt.
I hear a low hum coming from Shore's office, then see Teresita emerge, pulling her vacuum behind her. Brad left with Sammi hours ago. Dad flew to LA earlier to persuade Donny to come back with him.
I walked over to the kitchen and made a strong cup of coffee. Meek girl's speed. Swallowing the last of it, I made the decision to not go home. Every so often I'd feel the need to put myself out there and see what happened. I sure didn't need a regular guy. Didn't want to be accountable to anyone in my personal life. But a girl has needs. I'd occasionally set myself out in the right location just to see what would happen. If someone came along and it felt right...
I looked at the card Frank had given me. "Wicked Chambers". Frank fit my needs in every way - the tingle factor, the certainty there wouldn't be any lingering committment. But Tara still had his fingerprints on her and I had my doubts that Wicked Chambers was where a girl should go by herself. And I always went by myself. I was not a pack grrl. Not if I wanted what I was wanting tonight - a little guy connection. I tucked the card back in my desk for future consideration.
I looked toward Brad's dark office. He had invited me to join them later at a club. That would be too third-wheel-ish, but I could meet them, then go my own way. Perhaps Brad would see me in a different light. I dialed his cell and it immediately clicked over to his answering machine. "It's Decca. Where are you guys? I'm ready for some fun. Are you at the 21st Amendment? I'm heading over there now. Call me."
I waved to Teresita and entered the night, ready for whatever presented itself.
I hear a low hum coming from Shore's office, then see Teresita emerge, pulling her vacuum behind her. Brad left with Sammi hours ago. Dad flew to LA earlier to persuade Donny to come back with him.
I walked over to the kitchen and made a strong cup of coffee. Meek girl's speed. Swallowing the last of it, I made the decision to not go home. Every so often I'd feel the need to put myself out there and see what happened. I sure didn't need a regular guy. Didn't want to be accountable to anyone in my personal life. But a girl has needs. I'd occasionally set myself out in the right location just to see what would happen. If someone came along and it felt right...
I looked at the card Frank had given me. "Wicked Chambers". Frank fit my needs in every way - the tingle factor, the certainty there wouldn't be any lingering committment. But Tara still had his fingerprints on her and I had my doubts that Wicked Chambers was where a girl should go by herself. And I always went by myself. I was not a pack grrl. Not if I wanted what I was wanting tonight - a little guy connection. I tucked the card back in my desk for future consideration.
I looked toward Brad's dark office. He had invited me to join them later at a club. That would be too third-wheel-ish, but I could meet them, then go my own way. Perhaps Brad would see me in a different light. I dialed his cell and it immediately clicked over to his answering machine. "It's Decca. Where are you guys? I'm ready for some fun. Are you at the 21st Amendment? I'm heading over there now. Call me."
I waved to Teresita and entered the night, ready for whatever presented itself.