“Still at his place. He went for a run and we’re going to ride later.”
“Bike ride or boy ride?”
The nerves scatter with the laugh that bursts out of me.
“Bike ride.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I say. But, also, maybe I’m not so sure.
“Well, remember to pee after so you don’t get a UTI.”
“Wow, way to squelch any and all mystique from this conversation.” I don’t bother telling her all we did was oral last night because it was by far the most intimate night of my life.
“Looking out for you boo.” She says. “Well, shit, am I supposed to just start my day now?”
“I dunno, but I’m going to snoop around his place.”
“Atta girl.” Dee cheers and then she yawns deeply.
“I’ll see you tonight.” I tell her. It’s going to be a long day if I’m up this early and delivering until midnight.
“Hey Laney?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad you’re getting some. You deserve orgasms.” Dee says the last word through another yawn.
“Thanks Dee, you do too, for the record.”
“I know, I just ordered this lemon shaped clit sucker that social media sold me. I’m good.”
“I’m glad.” I tell her. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Later.”
I hang up and survey the kitchen. The dishes I washed while Miguel showered are waiting to be put away on the drying rack. I’m not sure where everything goes but I have another forty-five minutes until he’s home so I might as well try to put things away.
Then I can snoop.
Several minutes later every cabinet door is open as I cross back and forth through the kitchen trying to find a home for the tortilla warmer, the last thing to put away.
I open the cabinet above the sink and slide it up there. Something topples off the ledge and I knock it with my palm in my attempt to catch it.
A little orange plastic bottle tumbles into the sink.
“Shit.” I curse as I grab it. Before I slide it back where I think it fell from, I check the label.
TAKE 1-2 TABLETS BY MOUTH
EVERY 4-6 HOURS AS NEEDED FOR PAIN
DROTABMEN 10 mg / 650 mg
GARCIA, MIGUEL
One refill before March 5, 2005
