Nothing like getting all dolled up for New Year’s Eve, and there’s nothing like two young women on the prowl! You can always find trouble to get into if you look hard enough.

It took no time at all to find out that he couldn’t measure up.  I had barely gotten warmed up and he was finished. And all the time, I’m thinking, “God, is that it?  Is that all you’ve got?”  He didn’t even give me a chance to put my contraceptive insert in.  He was done before I even got started.  I looked over at Trey, and he was asleep – dead to the world.  I turned on the TV and thought, “I giving you an hour, then you’ve got to take me back to my car.”

As it turned out, Keith didn’t have cable, so the best thing on was Monday Night Football.  I can’t stand football, so I rolled over and elbowed Trey in the ribs. “Hey, wake up!  I’ve got to get home.”  I was on vacation – I had absolutely no reason to get up and go home in such a rush.  If this had been Tim, I’d be there until the next afternoon.  As it stood, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.  Trey grumbled something unintelligible.  “Wake up!”

After about ten minutes of nudging and kicking, Trey finally opened his eyes and smiled.  I hoped he couldn’t see how far my nose was turned up.  Did he think he had done something here? Was I supposed to have enjoyed that?  I straightened up my face as well as I could.  As far as I was concerned, this was a totally wasted evening. 

“You wanna take a shower?” Trey asked with look that told me he meant “together”.

“No, that’s okay.  I just want to get home.  I can take one there.”  We got dressed in silence by the light of the television.  He tried to make small talk during the drive back downtown, but I answered in monosyllables.  When we reached my car in the alley behind the federal building, I practically lunged at the door handle.  “Thanks.  I’ll see you later”, I mumbled.

“What are you doing the rest of your vacation?”, he asked.

“I really don’t know yet.  I’ll call you.”

If Trey had known anything about me at all, he would have known that “I’ll call you” was the kiss of death.  It generally meant “I hope I never see you again in life”.  He apparently didn’t know me because, over the next two weeks, he left about a dozen messages with my mother for me to call him.

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  • qasimdharamsy on Jan 30, 2010

    Nice piece…well written….

  • Christine Ramsay on Jan 30, 2010

    The story is really coming along well.

    Christine

  • Nitin Mudgal on Jan 30, 2010

    Nice post.

  • Francy on Jan 30, 2010

    nice one
    keep it up

  • joyhyena29 on Jan 30, 2010

    great post^^

  • ken bultman on Jan 30, 2010

    This is so much fun. My, my. Now I\’m starting to recall my younger days. This is very good, young lady.

  • Jenny Heart on Jan 30, 2010

    Well done!

  • ken bultman on Jan 30, 2010

    My, my. Now I’m starting to recall my younger days. This is very good, young lady. You really do need to get rid of that Plymouth, though.

  • T. S. Lewis on Jan 30, 2010

    Waiting for the rest…

  • Debra. on Jan 30, 2010

    I’m waiting for the next chapter to find out what happens with her and Trey. Got my curiosity piqued. Great story, Andrea!

  • Sourav on Jan 30, 2010

    So far so good. I’m finding it very captivating. Waiting…

  • AlmaG on Jan 30, 2010

    Wonderful story. It kept me glued and now I can’t wait for the continuation :)

  • Jenilia12 on Jan 31, 2010

    Good post.
    Thanks to share this one.

  • Kris Tagre on Jan 31, 2010

    im an avid follower of this story..it keeps getting better (\’\',)

  • diamondpoet on Feb 2, 2010

    It seem like Trey started out being a loser, but I am interested to hear the rest of the story, it’s coming along nicely.

  • lillyrose on Feb 3, 2010

    This was a great read! I loved the start, you captured me straight away.

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