I thought I would do some gardening this morning, so I hopped into my overalls, but one of the silly buttons was broken and wouldn’t snap, and then my scrunchie got all tangled. So I decided I’d just leave my hair and mess and leave my overalls half-buttoned and no one would notice. Silly me!

The gardening went well. Sort of. I pulled a bunch of weeds and enjoyed getting hot and sweaty, knowing how good a long shower would feel when I was done. I saw some squirrels cavorting. They chased and tussled and fucked. I envied them. Eventually they were sated and squirreled off and I went in.

Logan called. He was in a pretty good mood, the afternoon concert having gone well. Another concert tomorrow and then a travel day. He sounded a little tired. He said he missed me. I said I missed him too. I told him about seeing the squirrels while I was in the garden. They almost got caught, I told him. “You know those two dogs at the end of the block, the ones who always bark at us when we’re on our walk?”

“Five and Dime,” Logan said.

“Right, Nickel and Dime. While the squirrels were involved with each other the dogs burst into the yard and almost got them. They barely managed to scamper up a tree.”

“Wow,” Logan said.

“Yeah, and while they were at the base of the tree, barking and barking, their owner came into the yard.”

“Mr. MacSomething?” Logan said.

“Yeah, and he said he was sorry about his dogs, and I forgot about my overalls not being buttoned all the way up.”

“Huh?” Logan said.

I explained about the broken button. “So he could see my bare breast,” I said.

“Then what?” Logan wanted to know.

I told him that Mr. MacSomething said that if I’d had pierced nipples I could probably use one of the studs as a fastener. Then Mr. MacSomething took the clasp and kind of hooked it under my nipple, as if to demonstrate.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Yeah, and then with the metal clasp still pressing my nipple, Mr. MacSomething pressed his lips there. He kissed my nipple, Logan. He kissed and sucked.”

Logan didn’t say anything to that. I didn’t say anything to Logan not saying anything.

Eventually Logan said, “Which nipple was it?”

“The left,” I said. Then I said I’d hold the phone to my right nipple so he could kiss it and everything would be even. I held the phone to my right nipple. I could hear Logan kissing it through the phone. It felt good.