This wasn't the first time I'd fallen down the stairs. In fact, I'd fallen down these same prison steps almost every day since we got here. I've always been great at injuring myself in dumb ways and today was no different. Except for one small fact. Carol was at the bottom.
"You ok?" she asked.
"Yeah." I mumbled awkwardly, climbing to my feet. I stared at the floor.
"Lose something?" she asked, not bothering to hide the smile in her voice. The woman loves it when I get embarrassed. She weird like that.
"Yeah," I said sarcastically, "My footing." She smiled at me. I glanced at her. She stood there. I stood there. She coughed. I scratched my head. Well this is awkward. I thought.
"So….you wanna do something?" she said slowly.
"Like what?" I asked dreading what kind of smart remark she was probably about to make. After all, I was already blushing. She smiled deviously.
"Anything you want." she said nudging me. I felt my whole face get red. I began to panic, but then I remembered that two can play at this game.
"Anything?" I asked making sure to drag out the word.
"Anything." she answered.
"Hmm...wanna go gut that coon I shot earlier? It ain't too hard to learn how." That got me the biggest look of disgust I'd ever gotten from her. Then she smiled one of those big "I'm Gonna Make This Boy Sorry He Was Ever Born."smiles and gave me a one word answer.
"Sure!"