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That you go through women like wind through lace? That my holy grail is pussy. He moved like a marionette dancing under the hand of an uncertain puppeteer, all jerks and twitches. He was angry. Really angry, and I stood, too.
His suit today was black, his shirt bright blue, his tie black with tiny blue dots scattered on the fabric. He put his hands on his hips, ruining the cut of his suit, which probably cost as much as my car payment. More shadows speckled his blue-green eyes, the high cheekbones, the slope of his nose. No sign of a smile.
The plants seemed to recoil, startled at this shout interrupting their usual peace. He stood only a few inches taller but he seemed bigger in his anger. This was my role, disinterested observer, as his was playful rogue. Underneath, I always was.
Intimidated and turned on. But every month you come back here and tell me a new story about some new woman. Or more than one. Faithful sounds a little funny. Maybe me.
Now my heart thumped and heat rose in my cheeks. So much for the cool demeanor. He looked at my hands, then back at my face. What are you trying to prove? I looked at him again. Panic flared in me.