“Okay, thanks Mom. Yeah, gotta go. Johnny’s here now. Yes, at my place.”
“What… this… night?”
“Okay, that’s enough. It’s none of your business. I’ll talk to you later. Goodnight.”
Becca pokes at the screen on her phone, hanging up on her mother. I would never hang up on my mother, because she’d bring the wrath of all the gods down on me, but I can see why Becca would hang up on hers. I couldn’t hear most of what she said, but what I heard didn’t sound good at all.
“So,” I say, getting Becca’s attention. “Seems like that went well.”
She laughs. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Come on. Let’s go in.”
We get out of the car and gather up Becca’s camera and equipment before making our way to the entrance of the apartment. Someone blocked the door open again.
“Fuck!” Becca yells. “These assholes keep doing this. Why can’t they just use their buzzers? It’s not that fucking hard. It’s the same as a fucking doorbell. I bet if these assholes had their own houses, they wouldn’t just prop the doors open with rocks.” She kicks the rock out of the way, ensuring it rolls into the gutter. “If I didn’t have my hands full, I’d throw that rock farther so they couldn’t find it.”
I juggle the bags I’m holding and go to the gutter, stooping to pick up the rock and tuck it under my arm. “We’ll put it with the other one in your apartment,” I explain. “That way they’ll never find it, and you’ll have it to remember me by.”
She smiles and holds the door open for me to slide through, then waits for it to click closed behind her before starting up the stairs. Following her up the stairs has quickly become one of my favourite things. I could watch her ass sway back and forth with each step until the end of time and never get bored.
It seems to me there might be a little more swing in her steps tonight, and I can’t help but wonder if her newfound comfort with being touched has something to do with it. If it does, I plan on touching her as much as she’ll let me tonight.
