Chapter 8
True to his word later that afternoon I get an email from RussellMc83.
That was one boring ass meeting. City politics and politicians are ridiculous.
Sent: 2/19/15 17:55
When did u become a politician? Last I heard u were a cop.
Sent: 2/19/15 18:03
I'm still a cop I'm just not on the street. I'm 1 of 10 City Liaison Officers to the Mayor.
Sent: 2/19/15 18:06
So u like, know The Mayor personally? Call him by his first
name, have dinner n'stuff? Look at u big pimpin', makin' moves and shakin' thangs up. Okay. I see u. Lol
Sent: 2/19/15 18:15
Big pimp'n? What? cthu! U trip'n hard. It's not like that. Im a glorified project manager. When big events come to the city we coordinate between the Police Dept. and the Mayor's Office.
Sent: 2/19/15 18:17
I always knew u would put'cha thang down. Lol, I'm cracking myself up. Ok, ok, I'll stop. Seriously tho, I knew u would do well in life. I'm glad to see it.
Sent: 2/19/15 18:26
1: U did? U r?
2: U must not be doing 2 much work, how do you answer so fast?
3: We will be addressing me put'n my thang down later.
Sent: 2/19/15 18:29
1: Of course I did. Yes I am.
2: Registering a pt here for a CT scan right now, he thinks I'm typing in his demographic info. I'm a woman; I can juggle several balls at once, I multitask like a boss. I'm working very hard, to look like I'm working hard. Plus I type fast and read faster. :P
3: I'm looking forward to it. I get off at 8
Sent: 2/19/15 18:42
Yes, u will !
Sent: 2/19/15 18:41
Oooooh! U so nasty! CTHU! Later.
I am usually draggin' my wagon by the end of my ten hour shift; but tonight I am stepping lively. My mood is upbeat as I recall bantering with Mack all day. I see he likes to talk shit, well, so do I. This is going to be fun. My mood last just long enough for me to cross the threshold of my front door. I haven't thought about Cy all day long. Shit. What am I doing? The weight of what I've been doing suddenly hits me like a ton of bricks. Can I really carry on like I did all afternoon and go home and look my husband in his face? Am I built like that? Is that in me? In our almost twenty-four years together I have never been tempted to step outside the bonds of matrimony. I haven't been intimate with anyone other than my husband since I met him. Never even crossed my mind, I simply don't see other men in that way anymore, not even after he stepped out on me. I found out three weeks after I delivered LaNissa he'd been messing with this old bitch at his new job. I was willing to work through our other issues, but Janice was a bridge too far for me, and the last fucking straw. Two weeks later my baby girl and I were firmly ensconced in York, PA.
Why is this hitting me like this now? I try to settle my mind and anaylze what I'm feelings, but I can't quite describe it. It's not guilt, it's not any type of negative emotion. I know we shouldn't be talking to each other this way, but it feels too goddamn good to stop. Let that phone ring, ping, or vibrate, I'm a run my mama over if she get in the way. Mack has reached out several times over the past week and not once did I feel bad about our encounters. Not in front of my dad's house; well, I was too stunned to feel anything else but shock then elation. Not when I was at Stackade trying to get a moment of peace and quiet. I wasn't expecting to hear from him again, but I'm so glad I did. Now I am at a crossroad, and here's the down and dirty of it, as long as he is reaching for me, I'll be reaching for him. I think the expression I'm looking for is, sprung.
I wrestle with Cyrus Jr., over his homework. Check it once he's finished, and sit with him while he reads aloud for twenty minutes. Then I make small talk with Cy for a few minutes before he heads up for the night, wondering the whole time if he can sense something different in me. Climbing the steps to the third floor I look in on Marla. She nails me inside of one minute flat.
"Hey Ma!" I sing out.
"What'chu doin' Danie?" My mom asks.
"Just comin' up to check on you, see....." She cuts me off.
"That's not what I'm talkin' bout" Said like it's all one word, and in a rush to get out of her mouth. "You ain't dumb, and neither am I, so don't act like it."
Well shit.
"I don't have the foggiest clue what you mean, Ma." I play stupid. "Do you need anything?"
She just tracks me around the room with her eyes. She never once moves her head. "You doin' sumpthin', I can see it. Your color off, different..., you smell different too."
"Oooookay, mom." I deflect. "I got a couple of loads to do, you got anything you need me to put in the washer?"
"Unh-uh." As a devilish grins spreads across her face. "You think you the first one? Besta be careful."
"Hmmm, just holla out, or text me if you need something, I'm right downstairs." And I beat feet out of her room.
WTF!
I get a nice hot, relaxing shower. I slick my skin with Bio-Oil, and top that with Eucerin. I got dry skin. Spritz on a little smell good, Pleasures is my choice when I want to feel feminine and sexy. Pull on a pair of gray yoga pants and a white tank top. I'm barefoot because I rarely wear shoes in the house. I power up the DVR and begin watching the episodes of Scandal that I missed. Midway through the first recorded show my cell pings. Try as I might, I can't keep my grin from sweeping across my face, big and bright.
Mack: Send me a picture!*
me: I don't like taking pictures.*
Mack: That's not what I asked u.*
me: Bossy much? I don't have any.*
Mack: Booo, that's a violation.*
me: I'm sorry Officer McNeil, it won't happen again.*
Mack: That's Officer McNasty to u.*
me: Bwahahahahahahaha, bwahahahahahaha, ahhh, hahahahaha! Officer WHO!*
Mack: Watch it!*
me: Wait a minute, lemme catch my breath, Hahahahahahaha, hahahahaha, ok, ok, ok, oh boy, Hahahahahahahaha, ooooooh, ok, I got it together now. Whew, that was funny. Thank you, I needed a good laugh.*
Mack: U done?*
me: Yes I'm done, sorry. I don't know y that tickled me so much. But I'm all relaxed and de-stressed now. Must be the release of endorphins. I could kiss ur face, just what I needed at the end of a long day. Grey's Anatomy is one of my favorite shows, how'd u know?*
Mack: I didn't. What's Greys whatever-u-called-it , what's that? *
me: ur kidding me, right? Grey's Anatomy is a hit show, all the cute guys get a nickname that starts with Mc. Like McDreamy, McSteamy, McHottie. I thought u were referring to that show.*
Mack: Nah, never seen it, barely heard of it. I'm the original.*
me: Of course u r dear. But can we do McHandsome, or McSexy, or..., oh, oh, I got it..., McBigDaddy. Yeah I like that one.*
Mack: Oh, u like McBigDaddy?*
me: Mmmhmm, me likey very much.*
Mack: Call me, I gotta hear you hum that in my ear*
I'm so flustered I have to dial the number twice before I can tap out the correct number sequence to call his phone.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Soooo, I'm McBigDaddy?" He asks.
"Mmmmhmmm," I give a little extra hum. "That's the one I like." I say, very sweet and sultry.
"Good to know." Says Mr. Cool.
I say nothing.
"Danie, Danie, Danie" I can hear sex in his voice. "My little Danie all grown up. Tell me a sexy secret, baby"
"I don't have no sexy secrets." I say caught off guard.
"Bull, I know you got some naughty thoughts in that pretty head of yours." He persists.
"Umm, I write on an erotic blog, that kind of sexy secret?" I ask.
"Is that a secret?" He won't let this go.
"Yes," I answer. "No one knows I write on it, so yeah it's a secret."
"Ok, no that's not what I mean. I wanna know something that you do that's sexy and a secret." He says.
"I don't want to say." I tell him.
"No, no, no. That won't do." He chides. "You can't talk to me all fresh one minute, and get shy the next."
"There is nothing shy about me McBigDaddy." I inform him. "Gimme some patience and a little encouragement and you'll meet my inner freak, she's not shy either."
"I hear you talkin', but you haven't given up the sexy secret yet. I really want to know." He insists.
"Ok, here ya go....you ready?" I tease.
"Yup. Give it to me."
"I swallow." I hear him hiss 'oh, shit', as I press the end button.
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