sense tells me weâre about to have an incident.
âI really canât let you see the computer screenââ
âThis is fucking unbelievable,â fumes Hausler. âI come here every weekend.â
âThey updated the membership rolls late last night, told us to double-check everybodyâs cards todayââ
âThis is total fucking bullshit. I paid my fucking dues.â
âIf youâd like to put the charge on a credit cardââ
âWhat? So you can double-bill me? Fucking forget it!â
Iâm about to butt in when Gail comes out of the womenâs locker room in her street clothes, which, by the way, are just about as skimpy as her gym clothes. Up top she has on this tight little yellow-and-red Sugar Babies teeâlooks like the vintage logo from a bag of Sugar Babies. I swear she bought it at a store for newborns, itâs that small.
âHey, Marvin,â she says.
The dentist backs away from the counter. Stops acting like a spoiled brat.
âHey,â he says, his voice all silky and deep. Maybe he studies Luther Vandross CDs. âHowâs it going?â
âGreat.â
âMissed you last night.â
âWhat?â
âThe date we didnât have. Howâs your grandmother?â
âHuh? Ohâbetter. Thanks!â
âGood. Glad to hear it. Hey, I got Leno tickets for down in AC. Interested?â Dr. Marv is leaning one cocked arm against the counter now, putting on his suave ân smooth moves.
âI donât know.â
âWe could take your grandmother with us. If she gets sick again, I could write her a prescription.â
âThatâs sweet.â
âHeyâI just want to be close to you.â
I canât believe this. Dr. Marvin Hausler, DDSâwhose face reminds me of the glasses-wearing chimp youâd see on a monkey calendarâis using recycled Carpentersâ lyrics from 1971 to hit on Gail Baker? What do they teach these guys at dental school?
âI told you, MarvâI canât. Not anymore. Not right now.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause, okay?â
âBecause why?â
The dude sounds like heâs two years old.
âAnyway,â says Gail, flashing her dazzling white smile, which, I guess, Dr. Hausler had something to do with, âthanks for the invite. Have a great workout!â
Gail bounces out the door like a jiggling pack of Sugar Babies with only two candies left in the bag.
âWhoa. Wait up, Gail â¦â
Dr. Hausler storms off after her. Maybe he wants to give her a few flossing tips.
I turn toward the floor-to-ceiling windows and watch their sidewalk scene play out.
Gail, of course, keeps her cool. Keeps on smiling and looking hot as hell.
Dr. Hausler, on the other hand, is fuming. Waving his arms up and down like a sixth grader throwing a temper tantrum when he finds out his gorgeous teacher wonât even consider dating him because, well, heâs a kid and she isnât.
Rabid spittle is flying out of his mouth now.
I wonder why guys do this.
Do they really think girls will hop in the sack with them if they act like screaming meemies? That theyâll suddenly say, âYou know, I find your loud threats and obnoxious antics strangely attractive. Letâs go have sex.â
Ainât gonna happen.
Gail leans in and gives the dentist a quick peck on the cheek.
âThank you,â she says, I think. I need to take a class in lip-reading.
âFuck you,â says Marvinâhis lips are much easier to read. Especially because he keeps repeating himself: âFuck you!â This time he adds âBitch!â
Then he storms off to his sports car.
Gail bops up the sidewalk. I figure she has an appointment at that nail spa. Probably needs to get the white tips repainted so they keep looking good against her golden-brown tan.
Me?
I need to hit Chunkyâs Cheese Steaks.
I earned
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