gesture of women.
The brunette swept her arms around him, and the last Sharon saw before she turned the corner was him wrapping an arm around her shoulders, reaching for a beer.
Not what it looks like my ass. I should go back and run him over with the car. Or at least go back and yell some more. Maybe hit him again.
Appealing thought.
She eased off the gas pedal and looked for a place to turn around, but it must be rush hour for semis. She was surrounded by trucks so large they made her old Chevy look like a midget, and stopping or turning was out of the question.
Her phone beeped on the way home. The message said, "I'll talk to you soon."
She said, "Like hell you will," and turned it off.
*****
S haron still sniffled when evening came, and curled up on the sofa with the TV on and Tiffy pressed against her.
"I guess it's just you and me, girl. I thought your dad was different, but he's a cheating douchebag just like all other men. At least we have each other."
She couldn't stand to sleep in the bed where they spent so many nights together, so she curled up on the sofa once again. The dog seemed content with snoozing next to her under the throw, and feeling the warm puppy body close made things better.
When someone knocked on the door, she couldn't place it at first. The sound didn't belong in her solitary dream world.
Tiffy growled deep in her throat.
"You're a good girl."
Looking through the peephole revealed Jimmy standing outside.
I shouldn't let him in. I should let him stand there, so he can see how it feels.
Tiffy barked.
"Whose side are you on? Do you want me to let him in, or keep him locked out?"
The dog barked again.
"Let him in?"
Tiffy wagged her tail.
"Fine."
She kept the security chain on and opened the door to a slit.
"What do you want?"
"Can I come in?"
Glaring was almost impossible when wanting to fall to the floor in a whimpering pile, but she still gave it her best.
"Why? Did your new girl throw you out?"
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He really did look unhappy.
"Sharon, please let me in."
She didn't realize how her hands shook until she tried to get the security chain off.
At least Tiffy was happy to see him. The entire dog seemed to wag, as if she had a hinge in the middle.
Sharon was sure her eyes were red and puffy, but when Jimmy stepped inside, he didn't look all that good either. He had dark rings under his eyes and his face looked gray and wrinkly. He headed for the sofa, sank down, and rested his head in his hands.
She went back to the corner where she'd been sleeping and pulled the throw up over her. It was soft and cuddly and would help her keep it together. The day had been a disaster. No reason to expect the night to be any better.
Jimmy glanced over towards her and she couldn't bite down a mean comment.
"You look like shit. What have you been up to? She keeping you busy?"
"I can't tell you everything yet, babe. I wish I could, but I just can't."
"I think you've forfeited the right to call me babe."
He sighed and reached over to take her hand. She pulled hers back and he took it again.
"I know how this looks. Can you have faith in me just a couple more days and I will tell you everything?" He pressed her fingers against his cheek. "Please?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Tell me about the girls."
While still looking tired, he also seemed amused.
"You don't want to know where I've been the last few days, if I killed anyone, raped any kittens, or sold drugs to puppies?"
When put like that, she couldn't prevent her mouth from twitching too.
"I might be stupid, but I trust you with all those things. Tell me about the girls."
He lifted an eyebrow. "Can I have a beer?"
"No. Girls. Truth."
He murmured, "Come here," and she didn't protest when he pulled her close, entangling his fingers in her hair. Sitting close to him soothed her, and when resting her head against his chest, feeling his jacket against her cheek and his strong arms around her, his
The brunette swept her arms around him, and the last Sharon saw before she turned the corner was him wrapping an arm around her shoulders, reaching for a beer.
Not what it looks like my ass. I should go back and run him over with the car. Or at least go back and yell some more. Maybe hit him again.
Appealing thought.
She eased off the gas pedal and looked for a place to turn around, but it must be rush hour for semis. She was surrounded by trucks so large they made her old Chevy look like a midget, and stopping or turning was out of the question.
Her phone beeped on the way home. The message said, "I'll talk to you soon."
She said, "Like hell you will," and turned it off.
*****
S haron still sniffled when evening came, and curled up on the sofa with the TV on and Tiffy pressed against her.
"I guess it's just you and me, girl. I thought your dad was different, but he's a cheating douchebag just like all other men. At least we have each other."
She couldn't stand to sleep in the bed where they spent so many nights together, so she curled up on the sofa once again. The dog seemed content with snoozing next to her under the throw, and feeling the warm puppy body close made things better.
When someone knocked on the door, she couldn't place it at first. The sound didn't belong in her solitary dream world.
Tiffy growled deep in her throat.
"You're a good girl."
Looking through the peephole revealed Jimmy standing outside.
I shouldn't let him in. I should let him stand there, so he can see how it feels.
Tiffy barked.
"Whose side are you on? Do you want me to let him in, or keep him locked out?"
The dog barked again.
"Let him in?"
Tiffy wagged her tail.
"Fine."
She kept the security chain on and opened the door to a slit.
"What do you want?"
"Can I come in?"
Glaring was almost impossible when wanting to fall to the floor in a whimpering pile, but she still gave it her best.
"Why? Did your new girl throw you out?"
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He really did look unhappy.
"Sharon, please let me in."
She didn't realize how her hands shook until she tried to get the security chain off.
At least Tiffy was happy to see him. The entire dog seemed to wag, as if she had a hinge in the middle.
Sharon was sure her eyes were red and puffy, but when Jimmy stepped inside, he didn't look all that good either. He had dark rings under his eyes and his face looked gray and wrinkly. He headed for the sofa, sank down, and rested his head in his hands.
She went back to the corner where she'd been sleeping and pulled the throw up over her. It was soft and cuddly and would help her keep it together. The day had been a disaster. No reason to expect the night to be any better.
Jimmy glanced over towards her and she couldn't bite down a mean comment.
"You look like shit. What have you been up to? She keeping you busy?"
"I can't tell you everything yet, babe. I wish I could, but I just can't."
"I think you've forfeited the right to call me babe."
He sighed and reached over to take her hand. She pulled hers back and he took it again.
"I know how this looks. Can you have faith in me just a couple more days and I will tell you everything?" He pressed her fingers against his cheek. "Please?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Tell me about the girls."
While still looking tired, he also seemed amused.
"You don't want to know where I've been the last few days, if I killed anyone, raped any kittens, or sold drugs to puppies?"
When put like that, she couldn't prevent her mouth from twitching too.
"I might be stupid, but I trust you with all those things. Tell me about the girls."
He lifted an eyebrow. "Can I have a beer?"
"No. Girls. Truth."
He murmured, "Come here," and she didn't protest when he pulled her close, entangling his fingers in her hair. Sitting close to him soothed her, and when resting her head against his chest, feeling his jacket against her cheek and his strong arms around her, his
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