Page 86 of Tito

Reggie

Iwas halfway done shaving my left leg when Tito shouted. The unexpected question startled me so much I nearly sliced myself open.

“Where’s the good razor?” he bellowed.

I opened the fogged over shower door. Wearing only his boxer shorts, Tito was standing in front of the mirror, rubbing his slight growth of beard.

“You scared me to death,” I said. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was. I woke up.” He glanced in my direction. “Where’s the good razor?”

“Which one’s the good one?”

“The one that’s good. One has a crappy blade and one has a good blade. I want the one with the good blade.”

I held up the razor I was using. “Which one is this?”

“The good one.”

“I like this one,” I said. “The other one rips the hairs out. It’s awful.”

He laughed. “Toss is to me. I’ll replace the blade.”

I hated throwing things. Knowing the odds of succeeding were minimal, I threw the razor the best I was able. It crashed in the right side of the vanity, six feet from where Tito stood, knocking over a bottle of lotion and a tube of tanning lotion in the process.

Obviously disappointed by my lack of accuracy in throwing razors, he looked at the shook his head. “You throw like a girl.”

I gave him a view of my backside. “I am a girl.” I pulled the shower door closed and commenced with shaving my legs. “Are you busy today?”

He laughed. “Not at all.”

“No car wash emergencies?”

“None that I know of. Why?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to try and meet me for lunch, or something.”

No matter how much time I spent with Tito, I wanted more. Unlike the men in my past, where I often wanted time away from them, I didn’t get tired of being with Tito. He never put me down, didn’t fill the house with odd furniture, wore normal clothes, and only stayed out late on Thursday nights.

“Is today your day off?”

“Well, this week.” I turned off the shower. “It’s today and tomorrow.”

He pulled open the shower door. The left side of his face was shaved clean, and the right was covered in shaving cream.

“You never get two days off in a row,” he said.

I squeezed the water out of my hair. “I know.”

He handed me a towel. “Let’s go to Las Vegas.”

“Are you serious?” I asked excitedly.

“I don’t have anything to do today or tomorrow. Tomorrow night, I have a late meeting. Actually, it’ll be really late meeting. There are flights out every ninety minutes. Let’s go.”

“I’ve never been.”

“All the more reason to go.”