think men think like…humans?”
“Very few. Mostly they just go along thinking like men do.”
“In…what way?”
“Basics.”
Ed thought about that as he drove along with exceptional skill. “Yeah. You got it right. Men do that. On occasion we talk to women just to see how their minds work. It is always a remarkable insight. Women are different.”
“I know.”
“My place?”
She moved her head in a slow, discarding motion and her mouth was about to form the word no.
Ed saw that and said, “I have a good friend who was recently a victim of company downsizing. I need to check in with him.”
“It’s almost eleven o’clock.”
“He’s always been a night owl. He’ll be up another hour. He gets to sleep later in the mornings.”
“Kids?”
“Yeah.”
“And his wife works?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s feeling abandoned.”
“Exactly.”
“Okay. But you could just drop me off.”
“If I did that, I’d be too late in getting to Charlie.”
“Why…too late?”
“Well, I spent a lot of money on you to—”
“I’ll pay my half.”
“—and we need to share the savoring of the various things we ate and discuss them so it was worth-while to do all that eating. What do you remember especially? No…don’t start. I have to call Charlie, first.”
“You can call from my apartment.”
“Which one?”
“The one I’ll be living in.”
“Well, I really think it would be better to call Charlie from my place. He’s going to want to talk too long, and I can tell him I’ve got to get you home at a reasonable time.”
That sounded logical. Which just proves how sly men can be.
She commented, “As I recall, the apartment house is closest, and you can drop me there first and go on home and let Charlie take his time. He probably needs to get rid of all the distress…like women who need to talk to their husbands.”
Ed blinked. Was she teaching him to be a husband? Him? No way. He said, “The call’ll only be ten minutes, and we’ll have the opportunity to discuss the skill of the chef before it all fades from our palates.”
Actually, her nod acknowledged his slyness. Well, what did she expect of a man who was sly and thirty-seven?
Ed drove back to his place. When he came around the car to open her door, the door was locked but she said, “Since it won’t take you long, I’ll just wait here.”
He took his car key out and unlocked her door quite smoothly. He smiled and said, “I don’t want to leave you out here alone. You’ll be safer inside.”
She looked around the calm compound. She slid her eyes over to the probable Mr. Hyde person waiting to take her arm and help her from the shelter of his car.
Inside, she smiled. She was expert in karate. She exited the car. He was past due in finding out about real women.
They entered his dark apartment. She observed mildly, “You ought to have small lights in a socket in each room. Then you wouldn’t break a toe or be surprised.”
He smiled and reached for her but missed as she moved to a lamp. He got to watch as it turned on. She wasn’t that young! Well, he’d teach her.
He went to the phone and dialed Charlie’s number. Supposedly. He actually dialed the police desk. It was always busy. He got a cop. He said, “Sorry,” and redialed Charlie’s number.
And it was busy!
So he put down the phone and said, “It might take a minute or two.” He indicated the sofa and said, “Sit over there by the lamp. The light on your hair is so pretty.”
She chose a chair instead. She picked up Field and Stream and flipped through it with some casual interest.
He watched her. He knew she would look up eventually and get up out of that chair and come to him, her body starving for his. She’d wrap herself around him like a two-legged boa constrictor. He’d struggle like his mother had always warned, but she would conquer him.
She went on reading.
He knew that she lusted for him but she was being stern with her libido. She
“Very few. Mostly they just go along thinking like men do.”
“In…what way?”
“Basics.”
Ed thought about that as he drove along with exceptional skill. “Yeah. You got it right. Men do that. On occasion we talk to women just to see how their minds work. It is always a remarkable insight. Women are different.”
“I know.”
“My place?”
She moved her head in a slow, discarding motion and her mouth was about to form the word no.
Ed saw that and said, “I have a good friend who was recently a victim of company downsizing. I need to check in with him.”
“It’s almost eleven o’clock.”
“He’s always been a night owl. He’ll be up another hour. He gets to sleep later in the mornings.”
“Kids?”
“Yeah.”
“And his wife works?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s feeling abandoned.”
“Exactly.”
“Okay. But you could just drop me off.”
“If I did that, I’d be too late in getting to Charlie.”
“Why…too late?”
“Well, I spent a lot of money on you to—”
“I’ll pay my half.”
“—and we need to share the savoring of the various things we ate and discuss them so it was worth-while to do all that eating. What do you remember especially? No…don’t start. I have to call Charlie, first.”
“You can call from my apartment.”
“Which one?”
“The one I’ll be living in.”
“Well, I really think it would be better to call Charlie from my place. He’s going to want to talk too long, and I can tell him I’ve got to get you home at a reasonable time.”
That sounded logical. Which just proves how sly men can be.
She commented, “As I recall, the apartment house is closest, and you can drop me there first and go on home and let Charlie take his time. He probably needs to get rid of all the distress…like women who need to talk to their husbands.”
Ed blinked. Was she teaching him to be a husband? Him? No way. He said, “The call’ll only be ten minutes, and we’ll have the opportunity to discuss the skill of the chef before it all fades from our palates.”
Actually, her nod acknowledged his slyness. Well, what did she expect of a man who was sly and thirty-seven?
Ed drove back to his place. When he came around the car to open her door, the door was locked but she said, “Since it won’t take you long, I’ll just wait here.”
He took his car key out and unlocked her door quite smoothly. He smiled and said, “I don’t want to leave you out here alone. You’ll be safer inside.”
She looked around the calm compound. She slid her eyes over to the probable Mr. Hyde person waiting to take her arm and help her from the shelter of his car.
Inside, she smiled. She was expert in karate. She exited the car. He was past due in finding out about real women.
They entered his dark apartment. She observed mildly, “You ought to have small lights in a socket in each room. Then you wouldn’t break a toe or be surprised.”
He smiled and reached for her but missed as she moved to a lamp. He got to watch as it turned on. She wasn’t that young! Well, he’d teach her.
He went to the phone and dialed Charlie’s number. Supposedly. He actually dialed the police desk. It was always busy. He got a cop. He said, “Sorry,” and redialed Charlie’s number.
And it was busy!
So he put down the phone and said, “It might take a minute or two.” He indicated the sofa and said, “Sit over there by the lamp. The light on your hair is so pretty.”
She chose a chair instead. She picked up Field and Stream and flipped through it with some casual interest.
He watched her. He knew she would look up eventually and get up out of that chair and come to him, her body starving for his. She’d wrap herself around him like a two-legged boa constrictor. He’d struggle like his mother had always warned, but she would conquer him.
She went on reading.
He knew that she lusted for him but she was being stern with her libido. She
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