I lift my arm straight in front of me, palm out.“No woman has ever had hands this big, and I’d feel sorry for her if she did.Unless she was in the WNBA, and then she’d be fuckin’killin’ it.I’d put big money on her.Hell, I’d manage her if she’d let me.Would she let me?”
“Absolushly!”
“I could get rich managing a woman with giantly graceful hands!”
“You’re already rich.”She takes another sip of her tequila.
“Oh, yeah.I forgot.I’m really rich.Do you want some money?I’ll give you some.I have a lot, and I really don’t need it all.I mean, how many Bell Log Riggers… Long Wangers… Love Rappers… Bellhelicoptersdoes one man need?”
“Long Wangers?!”Summer doubles over.I see her shoulders shake, but I don’t think any sound is coming out.That means she’s ready to let go with a super-loud guffaw, which would be totally inappropriate because this is a very swanky establishment.
I look around, suddenly remembering that we left the swanky restaurant about four drinks ago.We’re somewhere else.It’s a club.I thought I was going deaf but now I think the reason I can barely hear Summer is because of all the thumping.
I feel the music vibrating all the way down in my liver.But that might be the liquor.Regardless, we’re sitting at a little cocktail table on a balcony, looking down at people dancing and getting all sweaty.
I focus my eyes on Summer and suddenly realize she’s got something stuck to her face.It’s black but sparkly, like it’s got something sparkly on it that sparkles in all kinds of sparkly colors.How did I not see that before?“What’s that sparkly thing?”I point at her face.
She smacks a hand against her nose.“You mean the mask?The one they gave us at the door?”
“Is that what it is?”
“You’re wearing one, too.”
“I am?Seriously?”I pat my face and laugh in surprise.She’s right.I’m wearing one too.Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to hear.
She holds out her palm.“Okay, Long Wanger!How much cash you got?Let’s see those Benjamins!”
I pull out my wallet, open it, and collect the bills.I hand her all the cash I have on me.She tries to count it, but she keeps mixing up the hundreds and the twenties.
“Here, this is easier.”I hand her my American Express card.
She waves it away.“This isn’t any good.It can’t buy what I want.”
I put it back in my wallet.“What?Are you kidding me?There’s no limit on that card.You could buy a city with that card if you want.”
“I don’t want a city.I just want more Jose Walker.I mean Jack Morgan.”
She erupts in laughter, spitting a little bit of tequila at me.I wipe my face with my hand and burst out laughing too.
“They’re called boobs, Declan!Look!”She reaches a hand inside the vee of her neckline and pulls a boob from her dress, then tucks it back in.“Did you see?Did you see it?”
Oh, yeah.Even in my inebriated state, I saw it.
Summer’s titty is a beautiful, perfect globe of smooth flesh topped with a dusky-pink nipple.It looks smooth as ice on glass but in the shape of a boob.I would love to feel it in my hand.I’d love to rub my face all over it.Put my lips and tongue everywhere on it.
On her.
“I can’t believe I showed you my boob!Did I really just do that?”
“Yup.But I prefer to call them titties.”
“How many?Was it just the one boob-titty or both of them?”
“Just the one, but it was one too many.”
“You didn’t like it?”She pouts.Her mouth looks very sexual.Way too sexual for Summer.She should never look at me like that again.
“Don’t show me your boob-titties anymore.I’m a man.”
