your side, a good woman. Don’t let anything stop the chances of meeting her get in your way.” With that parting piece of advice, she left. The thought of my dick shriveling up and my hair falling out made me feel slightly ill. I had to hand it to Leah, when she gets all philosophical and shit, she leaves your thoughts chaotic. Right now, mine were a fucking mess.
*
“I don’t know, Decker, that looks expensive. I’m not sure if I can afford it,” Andi said nervously as I struggled through her front door with the massive box. It was a state of the art security system with all the bells and whistles. It had cost a little over four grand, but there was no way I was telling Andi that.
I tried not to look at her as I sat the box down, she was far too distracting. Just being in the same room as her made my body thrum with life, and it took all my discipline and parental ingrained manners to keep my hands to myself.
“I have a friend in security. I got this at cost, five hundred dollars.” Andi raised a brow and I laughed. Yeah, she was hardly buying that.
“Is it stolen?” she asked, her eyes narrowed.
“Of course it isn’t stolen,” I balked indignantly. She didn’t look convinced, but thankfully my friend had provided me with a dud invoice. I whipped it out and showed her. “You wound me with your accusations,” I said as I began unpacking the box.
“Okay, big guy, do your stuff and make me safe then.”
While Andi shuffled around the store looking for things to clean, I installed her system. An hour later I showed her the security panel behind the front counter and explained how to arm and disarm the device. I also screwed a bell above the door that would alert her to people coming and going. If I had to listen to that sound all day, I think I would slit my wrists. Andi loved it though, said it added character and charm to the place.
“You’re as handy as a rope at a hangin’, you know that?”
“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment.” I laughed as we made our way upstairs to her apartment.
“Oh, it’s a compliment. I couldn’t have done all this without you. You’re a miracle.”
Yeah, I was about as far from a miracle as Brittany Spears was from making a comeback.
“Wanna go out for a drink?” I asked, changing the subject.
Andi’s eyes lit up. “Heck yeah,” she exclaimed. “Just let me change.”
I settled in for the long haul. When women said , “let me change”, it actually meant just let me shower, wax, primp, preen, blow dry, apply makeup, then stare at my wardrobe for twenty minutes while I toss everything I own on the bed only to dress in the first thing I had laid my hands on. I flicked on the TV that I had finally found a free moment to hang on the wall.
“Okay, let’s go,” Andi sang as she wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
I stared at her. She was wearing blue jeans with a red halter-neck top that fell low between her breasts, finished off with her trademark boots. Her hair was loose and flowing down her back. She wore little to no makeup, but with pale unblemished skin like hers, she really didn’t need it.
“What? Should I put on a skirt?” She looked down at her clothing with a worried frown.
I shook my head and stood. “I think you just set the record for fastest dressed female in New York.” Andi scoffed and led the way out of the apartment. She set the alarm, just as I had shown her, and locked the front door.
We walked the three blocks to the closest bar. It was a trendy new place that had a Cheers -like quality about it. The bar itself was a long, high, varnished wooden top, lined with bar stools on either side. Booths sat around the outer edges of the bar with a dance floor at one end. It was early, only eight o’clock, so the place was almost empty. We set ourselves up at one end of bar, and I ordered us both beers.
“And a bottle of tequila with two shot glasses,” Andi added beside me.
The
*
“I don’t know, Decker, that looks expensive. I’m not sure if I can afford it,” Andi said nervously as I struggled through her front door with the massive box. It was a state of the art security system with all the bells and whistles. It had cost a little over four grand, but there was no way I was telling Andi that.
I tried not to look at her as I sat the box down, she was far too distracting. Just being in the same room as her made my body thrum with life, and it took all my discipline and parental ingrained manners to keep my hands to myself.
“I have a friend in security. I got this at cost, five hundred dollars.” Andi raised a brow and I laughed. Yeah, she was hardly buying that.
“Is it stolen?” she asked, her eyes narrowed.
“Of course it isn’t stolen,” I balked indignantly. She didn’t look convinced, but thankfully my friend had provided me with a dud invoice. I whipped it out and showed her. “You wound me with your accusations,” I said as I began unpacking the box.
“Okay, big guy, do your stuff and make me safe then.”
While Andi shuffled around the store looking for things to clean, I installed her system. An hour later I showed her the security panel behind the front counter and explained how to arm and disarm the device. I also screwed a bell above the door that would alert her to people coming and going. If I had to listen to that sound all day, I think I would slit my wrists. Andi loved it though, said it added character and charm to the place.
“You’re as handy as a rope at a hangin’, you know that?”
“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment.” I laughed as we made our way upstairs to her apartment.
“Oh, it’s a compliment. I couldn’t have done all this without you. You’re a miracle.”
Yeah, I was about as far from a miracle as Brittany Spears was from making a comeback.
“Wanna go out for a drink?” I asked, changing the subject.
Andi’s eyes lit up. “Heck yeah,” she exclaimed. “Just let me change.”
I settled in for the long haul. When women said , “let me change”, it actually meant just let me shower, wax, primp, preen, blow dry, apply makeup, then stare at my wardrobe for twenty minutes while I toss everything I own on the bed only to dress in the first thing I had laid my hands on. I flicked on the TV that I had finally found a free moment to hang on the wall.
“Okay, let’s go,” Andi sang as she wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
I stared at her. She was wearing blue jeans with a red halter-neck top that fell low between her breasts, finished off with her trademark boots. Her hair was loose and flowing down her back. She wore little to no makeup, but with pale unblemished skin like hers, she really didn’t need it.
“What? Should I put on a skirt?” She looked down at her clothing with a worried frown.
I shook my head and stood. “I think you just set the record for fastest dressed female in New York.” Andi scoffed and led the way out of the apartment. She set the alarm, just as I had shown her, and locked the front door.
We walked the three blocks to the closest bar. It was a trendy new place that had a Cheers -like quality about it. The bar itself was a long, high, varnished wooden top, lined with bar stools on either side. Booths sat around the outer edges of the bar with a dance floor at one end. It was early, only eight o’clock, so the place was almost empty. We set ourselves up at one end of bar, and I ordered us both beers.
“And a bottle of tequila with two shot glasses,” Andi added beside me.
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