Chapter 5

Dil’s turn:

Friday. I’m doing the very best of wrap-ups to a week’s work, in the office, in my cubicle, formalizing reports of the week’s efforts. My cellphone rings, and it’s distinctive, a special ringtone that I’d reserved for Jamie when we were a thing. That is, for certain values of ‘thing’. It didn’t take me a month of living with Jamie, she having moved right in with me, to decide that she wasn’t going to be the LAST one ever, but she was fun, sexy in a soft, voluptuous way, and a very pleasant way to end a day.

With Jamie, though, came Jenn, and Jenn intrigued me from the beginning. But Jenn had Ken, so I stayed with Jamie, although I laughed louder with Jenn. Kept eyeballing Jenn, though.

And it all changed in a matter of a flash. Two days. Jamie basically said, ‘Jenn, you can have ‘im. I’m gone.’ I was too boring and conventional for Jamie, who wanted parties and ‘events’ with artsy and interesting people who might occasionally partake of artsy and interesting recreational substances and Dill don’t do that because first, I just don’t. Never have. And ain’t gonna start because my employer works in facilities covered by federal laws requiring drug testing. I’ve watched guys get fired over stuff like that. Wasn’t gonna be me.

So... “Hi, Jamie.”

“Used to be all ‘sweetie’ ‘n stuff,” she answered.

“I remember being signed over to Jenn, you know. Changing your mind?”

“No, just checkin’ on how you’re doing.”

“Doing fine. Have you asked Jenn?”

“Jenn’s in luuuvvvvv!”

“Dil likes Jenn being in luuvvvv, Jamie.”

“Says y’all’re getting married.”

“If she lives past meeting my folks.”

“Oh, she will. She’ll be right there in the kitchen with your mom. Sorry, Dil ... I’m not ready for that yet. Prolly have a kid in a year...”

“Nah. We talked. After her college...”

“See? That’s what I couldn’t do. Not my thing.”

“I understand. Still, we had a great time...”

Giggle. “Sometimes several great times a night...”

“Never complained, did I?”

“Still can’t figure out how Jenn just makes you shoot in ‘er mouth...”

“Dunno. Just works for her. Maybe that’s a sign...”

“As good a sign as any,” she returned. “Good enough. Well, just checkin’ on you. Uh, big wedding?”

“Heavens, no. Immediate family. Preacher. Week’s vacation maybe, for a honeymoon.”

“Jenn says y’all honeymooning pretty hard right now...”

“Jamie!”

Giggle. “Just so you hear it one more time, buddy boy, THAT wasn’t ever a problem.”

“Thank you, lady. Same thing goes. ‘Cept for that suckin’ thing.”

“Dammit! I WANTED you to.”

“I know.”

“Well, I may still come around, but I’ll guaran-damned-tee that Jenn won’t let me and you go off alone.”

“You’ll always be a bit of temptation.”

Giggle. “I know. Bye!”

And I’m thinking I’d never touch that thing again without a double coating of latex.

I attached some scans to a Word document, printed a hard copy, converted the things to pdf, and then waved bye to the boss on my way out the door.

I really look forward to going home. On Fridays, Jenn has a morning class at college, so she’s out before noon, and in two weeks I’ve learned that MY apartment has become OUR apartment and she buys groceries and runs errands and...