Chapter 28: Just One Question

“Finally! Oh, Lucia, at last we are alone together. I just have one last question. Are you on birth control?”

“What?”

“I said...”

“I KNOW what you said. How old do you think I am, Jul? Mia is 29 years old.”

“Since that means, let me think, that means you had her when you were age 6, that makes you 35 now, so we should be careful. When was your last period?”

“It was six years ago, you idiot! I am 48, not 35, and too old to conceive a child. Oh, I get it. You think I’m one of those women who gets a thrill from being asked for their ID when they go into a bar or something.

“That’s stupid. Knock it off. If my age bothers you, then get the FUCK out of my bedroom. I don’t need this shit. I thought you were attracted to me.

“I don’t need your pity. God damn it. Just, just go.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! No! You’re right, I was being stupid. It was a mistake. Honestly, I DO think you’re beautiful; I was just trying to express that.”

“Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear. Just tell me the truth. That’s what I want. That’s ALL that I want, Jul. If my age is an issue for you, then be honest with me and TELL me that, and we’ll go our separate ways.”

“No, Lucia, the opposite. You’re so perfect for me; I don’t think for a second about which of us is older or younger. I can’t think of any woman in my entire life who has caused such strong feelings in me so quickly. I hope that I never again say something to you that upsets you like this. Please forgive me.”

“You’ll be truthful?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

She smiled at his childishness.

“In that case, is there something I can do, something that, I don’t know, makes you feel more adult?”

“Perhaps I can help you with your clothing? There seems to be too much of it.”

“Why, yes, I think you’re right. One moment...”

Lucia wriggled her pants down and off over her bare feet. Then she put the fingers of both hands into the gap in her shirt, just over her breasts, and grabbed hold of the two edges. With a lioness-sounding growl, she pulled her shirt apart, popping buttons to scatter around the room.

Her braless breasts spilled out in front of his delighted eyes. All he could do was offer a gasp of excitement.

“Well?”

He looked down at her pantyhose. At this point, his next step was patently obvious. With strong fingers, he hooked and tore open the beige weave as if it were paper. Then he used both hands to tear away her wispy nylon panties.

As a last step, he ran his arms behind her back and pulled her up into an embrace, slipping her ruined shirt’s sleeves off her shoulders and down her arms. Finally, Lucia was naked, and dazed with desperate lust. He gently laid her back down against the mattress and clawed the useless boxer shorts down and off.