" She shouldn't have worried so much." She shouldn't have worried so much. In those heels she was almost exactly my height and I knew she was perfectly capable of decking me if I made an unwanted move. She licked her lips, set her empty beer bottle on the side table, and stood up. "Deal," she said. "Wait here just a minute, okay?" And she picked up her shoes and headed back toward her bedroom. I thought about it while I waited. What I had offered was a "gift" (I thought). "Deal" implied something given for something received: a contract. I'm a cautious person by nature but sometimes I think about things too much, and this was one of those times. I heard a toilet flush somewhere in the back of the house and gulped the last of my beer. Carol came back, still in her short skirt but without her pantyhose. |