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she was going to get some
more.   That was the wonderful part about
Sal being in town.   He was completely in
tune with her wants and needs, and he made it his business to satisfy those
wants and needs.  
    She
lay on her back, listening to him pee and how insanely normal it sounded.   She could get used to having him around, she
thought.   Then she realized she was
hearing nothing more from the bathroom, but she was feeling his presence.   She looked over and saw him standing there,
leaned against the bathroom doorjamb, staring at her.
    “What
is it?” she asked him.
    He
folded his arms.   She could tell that he
was thinking, considering, deciding.   She
looked down, at his flat stomach, at his enormous dick, and then back up into
his face.
    “Set
it up,” he said.
    Her
heart began to soar.   Did he mean what
she thought he meant?   “Set what up?” she
asked, to be certain.
    “Set
up a meeting with your parents.   The
sooner the better.”
    She
wanted to scream with joy, but she had to be absolutely certain.   She studied him.   “Sal, are you sure?”
    He
nodded.   “I’m sure.   Because you’re right.   My woman, the only woman I’ve ever allowed to
be called my woman, is nobody’s punk.”
    She
smiled, and immediately reached for the telephone.   “Love you,” she said with a grin on her
pretty face.
    “You’d
better,” he said, inwardly smiling and happy that he could please her.   Then he pushed away from the doorjamb and
returned to the bathroom to do those wonderfully normal activities of flushing
the toilet, and washing his hands.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
    FIVE

 
    Gemma
poured coffee in her coffee mug and then thumbed through her smartphone to read
up on the morning news.   This was her
relaxation time.   She’d already showered
and brushed her teeth and combed her hair.   Now she was in her bathrobe enjoying the calm before the storm of her
usually hectic day.   Sal was upstairs,
still asleep, and she could actually hear him snoring all the way
downstairs.   But she didn’t mind.   The man was bone tired.   He deserved a morning off.   Besides, she loved the idea of having, not
just a man in her bed, but Sal in her bed.   Whenever he came to town, she got that warm, fuzzy, Christmas
feeling.   Whenever he left, she kind of
got the blues.   She got over it, but for
a day or two, it was a very depressing feeling.
    She
stopped reading and thought about that.   What if it didn’t work out with Sal?   Would she be able to handle it?   She knew intellectually she would.   But would she emotionally?   She’d
been in love before, many times before, but never this deep.   And never ever with a man like Sal.   If he left her, would she go to pieces?   If she had to leave him, would she be able
to?
    She
closed her eyes and tried to relax again.   Stop with the questions, she inwardly urged herself.   That was why she knew she had to take this
slow.   She couldn’t allow her life to
become all about him.   She couldn’t allow
the things that used to bring her happiness, such as her independence and her
freedom, to get swallowed up in the whirlwind called Sal.   She couldn’t allow herself to forget about
how much she loved the fact that she had her own house and her own car and her
own business.   She couldn’t suddenly
think that she had nothing, unless she had Sal.
    Her
phone began to ring in the midst of her thoughts.   When she saw that it was Trina, she answered
immediately.   “Hey, girl,” she said,
placing the call on Speaker.
    “Where
are you?” Trina asked.   “Still home?”
    “Yup.   But not for long.”
    “Sal
with you? In the same room, I mean?”
    “No,
he’s upstairs.”
    “Good.   So how did it go?”
    Gemma
smiled.   “Now you know good and well I’m
not about to discuss that with you.”
    “Not
that!   Give me some credit, Miss
Jones!   I’m talking about your
parents.   Did you bring it up?”
    “Oh,