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significant weight loss could occur that rapidly just from halting the meds.
I got up from the couch and sought another way of killing time. I spent an hour on the Web searching for a job. Since falling among the unemployed the previous summer, I had received only two calls for interviews after having emailed over 300 résumés. Though I wasn’t enthused by the idea of leaving Orlando and its wonderful weather, I’d decided weeks ago to geographically broaden my job search (I’d go anywhere except Oklahoma). But I couldn’t find an employer that was willing to pay relocation expenses.
Afterward, I turned on my cell phone and reconnected my land line. Five minutes later Caitlin chimed in on the cell.
“You tried calling me six times after midnight last night, you insecure and distrusting little prick.”
“And a jolly good morning to you too, Tinker Bell!” I wasn’t in the mood right now for her acid jabs. In fact, I figured I wasn’t going to be in the mood to do anything with her ever again.
“Smith, you’re just looking for a fight,” she said. “I’ve been trying to call you all morning. What’s with you and all your drama?”
“You’re absolutely right,” I said. “I will concede the point. I have been way too clingy with you. Damn me all to hell for giving a flying shit.”
“Are you yanking my chain, or do you really mean it? You’re confessing to being insecure and clingy?”
“I think you have every right to do as you please,” I told her. “If you want to gallivant around with the starting lineup of the Minnesota Timberwolves, then who am I to stop you?”
“We had a blast with those guys,” she said. “How dare you imply I did anything improper with them. Me and the girls were just letting off some steam with some really cool cats.”
“Cool cats? Did those cool cats show you their jump shots?”
“Fuck off, Smith. I don’t have to put up with this bullshit from you.”
“And as of right fucking now, you no longer have to!” I declared. “This is where we part ways. You’re tired of my bullshit, and I’m tired of your sexual frigidity and total unwillingness to express any affection toward me.”
“You’re breaking up with me?” she said, sounding genuinely surprised. “And you’re breaking up with me because of sex? That’s what this is really all about? Sex? ”
“Yes, that’s exactly what this is all about.” I was really pissed off now. Even though she didn’t say it, I could hear it in my head: Quality over quantity .
“This is unbelievable. You’re breaking up with me over the phone instead of in person, you chicken shit bastard. I can’t believe we’re breaking up over sex, of all things. Do you know how fucking idiotic that is? God, you’re such a selfish son of a bitch. You’re the biggest pervert I’ve ever known in my—”
I terminated the line.
And two minutes later, after cooling down a little bit, I called Dr. Samantha Fleming.
“I’m in the mood to party tonight,” I said to her. “So when I get there at seven to pick you up, be wearing blue jeans or something comfortable. I’m in the mood to celebrate, because things have changed.”
8
M Y HEART CAME TO a full stopwhen she opened the door. Dr. Samantha Fleming was outfitted in tight blue jeans, knee-high brown leather boots, and a sleeveless, eggshell-colored blouse with a plunging neckline that showcased her truly impressive God-given assets. She had a thin silver bracelet around one wrist and a diamond and ruby bracelet around the other. Her full and sensuous lips were glossed with a light shade of red. Her hair was in a ponytail, which added a playful dimension to her otherwise regal countenance.
Sam stepped back from the door, placed her hands on her hips, and assumed the posture of a runway model. Her smile was mischievous and naughty. Her eyes were full of danger and daring. An X-rated movie starring the lovely doctor began playing in my head, more vivid than
I got up from the couch and sought another way of killing time. I spent an hour on the Web searching for a job. Since falling among the unemployed the previous summer, I had received only two calls for interviews after having emailed over 300 résumés. Though I wasn’t enthused by the idea of leaving Orlando and its wonderful weather, I’d decided weeks ago to geographically broaden my job search (I’d go anywhere except Oklahoma). But I couldn’t find an employer that was willing to pay relocation expenses.
Afterward, I turned on my cell phone and reconnected my land line. Five minutes later Caitlin chimed in on the cell.
“You tried calling me six times after midnight last night, you insecure and distrusting little prick.”
“And a jolly good morning to you too, Tinker Bell!” I wasn’t in the mood right now for her acid jabs. In fact, I figured I wasn’t going to be in the mood to do anything with her ever again.
“Smith, you’re just looking for a fight,” she said. “I’ve been trying to call you all morning. What’s with you and all your drama?”
“You’re absolutely right,” I said. “I will concede the point. I have been way too clingy with you. Damn me all to hell for giving a flying shit.”
“Are you yanking my chain, or do you really mean it? You’re confessing to being insecure and clingy?”
“I think you have every right to do as you please,” I told her. “If you want to gallivant around with the starting lineup of the Minnesota Timberwolves, then who am I to stop you?”
“We had a blast with those guys,” she said. “How dare you imply I did anything improper with them. Me and the girls were just letting off some steam with some really cool cats.”
“Cool cats? Did those cool cats show you their jump shots?”
“Fuck off, Smith. I don’t have to put up with this bullshit from you.”
“And as of right fucking now, you no longer have to!” I declared. “This is where we part ways. You’re tired of my bullshit, and I’m tired of your sexual frigidity and total unwillingness to express any affection toward me.”
“You’re breaking up with me?” she said, sounding genuinely surprised. “And you’re breaking up with me because of sex? That’s what this is really all about? Sex? ”
“Yes, that’s exactly what this is all about.” I was really pissed off now. Even though she didn’t say it, I could hear it in my head: Quality over quantity .
“This is unbelievable. You’re breaking up with me over the phone instead of in person, you chicken shit bastard. I can’t believe we’re breaking up over sex, of all things. Do you know how fucking idiotic that is? God, you’re such a selfish son of a bitch. You’re the biggest pervert I’ve ever known in my—”
I terminated the line.
And two minutes later, after cooling down a little bit, I called Dr. Samantha Fleming.
“I’m in the mood to party tonight,” I said to her. “So when I get there at seven to pick you up, be wearing blue jeans or something comfortable. I’m in the mood to celebrate, because things have changed.”
8
M Y HEART CAME TO a full stopwhen she opened the door. Dr. Samantha Fleming was outfitted in tight blue jeans, knee-high brown leather boots, and a sleeveless, eggshell-colored blouse with a plunging neckline that showcased her truly impressive God-given assets. She had a thin silver bracelet around one wrist and a diamond and ruby bracelet around the other. Her full and sensuous lips were glossed with a light shade of red. Her hair was in a ponytail, which added a playful dimension to her otherwise regal countenance.
Sam stepped back from the door, placed her hands on her hips, and assumed the posture of a runway model. Her smile was mischievous and naughty. Her eyes were full of danger and daring. An X-rated movie starring the lovely doctor began playing in my head, more vivid than
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