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And then she slapped me with my belt and I learned something about myself then and I thanked her, and I understood that pain made me hungry.
There it is, she squeals, and I look at her triumphantly and she says, Believe me you aren’t the first one, and I say, So more like Columbus.
She says, Can you count to 10? She steps out of her skirt at four. She’s naked by eight. I lose count. That’s not fair, I say. For no reason.
She said, Your love’s too big for me, and he smiled and said, No one’s said that to me before, and she let him think what he wanted to think.
On her return home she realizes she’s forgotten her underwear and she smiles at the memory of her evening until confronted by a gust of wind.
We bathe in the light of nostalgia. She pours another round. We make sloppy love on the kitchen floor. In the morning, we both feel our age.
My phone starts vibrating in my pocket. She puts her hand on it and says, I would enjoy that a bit too much. And then forget I have a phone.
She was putting her clothes on now and she was mad, at me and at herself, and I said, Look, it’s working, and she said, You had your chance.
We stare at each other. Naked. Almost in love. She says, What one thing about me do you want to know? She waits. Can you bake cookies? I ask.