I held in a chuckle as she looked over at me, " I don't know what you're talking about," I lied.
She gave me a pathetic look, " Are you kidding me?"
I shrugged my shoulders as I took a sip of my beer.
"Just tell me about her, do I know her?"
"Yes."
"Ohhhhhh" She said laughing, I couldn't help but smile.
"What does she look like?"
I shrugged my shoulders. " I don't know, she's got blonde-brown hair, big green eyes, great body."
"Where did you meet her?"
"Ah-can't say."
"Why? Was it a strip joint Maurice?"
"No Ma." I said sounding a bit annoyed as I took another sip of my beer.
Her face scrunched up as she thought., "If I guess who it is, are you gunna tell me, without lying?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
She hit my arm, "God your so stubborn." She glanced at the door, "Hold on."
She walked off to another table to help two guys who just walked in.
I sat there thinking...I've been doing a lot of that lately...I can't tell my mother. She will think its wrong. It is wrong! She's married and has kids. Damn Fred...
"Stupid piece of crap." I muttered softly as I rubbed my face with my hands.
"She must be real special."
"What?" I say looking up from where my head was lying on the bar.
"This girl. How old is she?"
"33."
"Tell me about her."
I sat silent for a minute, "She's perfect."
"Perfect? There's nothing wrong with her?"
I looked up again and sort of frowned.
"She's married....and has a couple kids."
"Oh God Maurice, leave her alone. If she's already settled down."
"I CAN'T!" I yelled as I cut her off.
"Why? She's happy right?"
"I guess so."
"Does she know you like her?"
"No...forget it, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow." I leaned over and gave her a kiss as I got up from the bar and walked to the door.
"Maurice, don't ruin her marriage if she's happy." I heard my mom say as I walked out onto the crowded New York streets.
She gave me a pathetic look, " Are you kidding me?"
I shrugged my shoulders as I took a sip of my beer.
"Just tell me about her, do I know her?"
"Yes."
"Ohhhhhh" She said laughing, I couldn't help but smile.
"What does she look like?"
I shrugged my shoulders. " I don't know, she's got blonde-brown hair, big green eyes, great body."
"Where did you meet her?"
"Ah-can't say."
"Why? Was it a strip joint Maurice?"
"No Ma." I said sounding a bit annoyed as I took another sip of my beer.
Her face scrunched up as she thought., "If I guess who it is, are you gunna tell me, without lying?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
She hit my arm, "God your so stubborn." She glanced at the door, "Hold on."
She walked off to another table to help two guys who just walked in.
I sat there thinking...I've been doing a lot of that lately...I can't tell my mother. She will think its wrong. It is wrong! She's married and has kids. Damn Fred...
"Stupid piece of crap." I muttered softly as I rubbed my face with my hands.
"She must be real special."
"What?" I say looking up from where my head was lying on the bar.
"This girl. How old is she?"
"33."
"Tell me about her."
I sat silent for a minute, "She's perfect."
"Perfect? There's nothing wrong with her?"
I looked up again and sort of frowned.
"She's married....and has a couple kids."
"Oh God Maurice, leave her alone. If she's already settled down."
"I CAN'T!" I yelled as I cut her off.
"Why? She's happy right?"
"I guess so."
"Does she know you like her?"
"No...forget it, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow." I leaned over and gave her a kiss as I got up from the bar and walked to the door.
"Maurice, don't ruin her marriage if she's happy." I heard my mom say as I walked out onto the crowded New York streets.