Ch 44

His

Spring '12

The plan was to call her bluff.

Imagine my surprise when I see her sitting at her window, binoculars and all.

I wave and watch her disappear before she opens her front door and calls to me with a single crooked finger.

"Come to me, hot man."

I laugh and walk up the steps, only to be stopped at the door.

"Turn around," she instructs with a wave of her hand.

I do as she asks and she stops me when I'm facing away from her.

"Damn, I think I need new binoculars," she muses sadly.

"Why?"

"Because they didn't do that ass justice." She pushes her door open wider with her elbow. "Come into my lair. I have hangover supplies."

"What kind of supplies?"

"Ginger ale, purple Gatorade, mashed potatoes and junk food."

"Don't you mean grape Gatorade?"

"No. It's purple flavored. You coming?"

"You had me at ginger."