Seriously, what the fuck?
Wiping my hands, I stare down at the motor I just built. I won’t know if it runs until I’ve got the rest of the parts and everything’s together, but it looks good. I feel like I accomplished something today even though it started off shitty. Stopping at the sink, I use Goop to clean the stuff off my skin. I don’t want to get anything on my girl when I wrap her up in my arms.
At her office door, I stare at darkness. Her light’s off and it’s only three-thirty. Did she say she had to leave early today? I can’t remember her mentioning it. I pull the phone out of my pocket to see if she sent me any messages but there’s nothing new. Back out in the shop, I see Billy knee-deep in the blue Honda. “Billy. You see Lainie leave?”
Without looking up he replies, “Nah, Boss. I think I saw her and Molly together but not sure.”
I bet she and Molly are off doing girly shit. The thought makes me smile. I love imagining Molly smiling and that my favorite sister is with my favorite girl. I won’t bother ‘em. This is good for both of them. I lean over the hood of the blue piece of shit. “So? Thoughts?”
“About Lainie or this car?” Billy still hasn’t looked up but if you can hear a smirk, I heard it.
I’m tempted to say ‘both,’ but I really don’t want to hear what Billy has to say about Lainie. I’m sure it’d be something that’ll piss me the hell off. Now that I’m finally in a better mood, I’d prefer to keep it that way. “The car.”
Pulling his head up, he straightens his arms so his body’s no longer laying over the front end. “This is a pointless endeavor.”
Endeavor? When did Billy get a vocabulary?
“That’s what I figured.” Now what do I do? “Can we part it out?”
Billy arches a brow. “Yeah, but it’s going to be worth less than five hundred.”
“Good enough. I’ll talk to Lainie. Tell you tomorrow. Thanks for trying. Head out early if you want.”
“I want. Thanks, Boss.”
Back in my office, I stare down at my answering machine as it blinks. I know if I listen, there’s a about a hundred percent chance it’s going to piss me off. But, it’s Friday. I’ve gotta listen. Pressing the button, it tells me I have one new message.
“Keeton. This is Mitch. Just got a call from an attorney representing…”
I hit delete and call him direct. No use to hearing this shit twice.
“Keeton. You got my message?”
“Yeah. What’s happening? I got a message from the prick this morning. Says he’s got new evidence.”
“He did? That’s not appropriate for him to call you.”
“Whatever. What’d his lawyer say?”
“That they have an expert who can corroborate the theory the bike was mechanically flawed.”
“Bullshit, Mitch. How’s he gonna know that after it was totaled?”
“He can’t. I know who his ‘expert’ is and he’s a clown. I’ll file a motion to have our own expert look the bike over.”
“Should I be worried?”
“No way. I’ve got this.”
“Fine. Keep me updated.” I hang up and run my hand over my practically bald head. I miss my hair. I miss my girl more. But, I’ll give the girls time to do their thing.
At home, I shower and eat some leftovers from my dinner with Lainie. Flopping my ass on the couch, I flip on the television looking for a game to watch. I find some baseball and close my eyes.
When I wake, my dick is hard as a rock in my loose shorts and I blink, trying to figure out where I am and if, in fact, Lainie just gave me the best blow job of my life. Shaking my head, I realize it was just a dream. A fucking hot as hell dream. When I check the time, I see it’s just past eight. I was only asleep for thirty minutes tops. Enough time to have the dirtiest dream imaginable. Picking up my phone, I decide to text her. Maybe she’ll come over and really do the shit I just dreamt about.
Me: Hey, babe. Wanna come over?
