at the building where I
practice. I figured it could keep him busy for awhile, and maybe I
figured your friend should be my friend.”
“Yeah, my friend. But you and Spencer?”
Erica bristled. “Oh, you mean like you and
Nick, perhaps?”
Joelle laughed out loud. “Okay, I deserved
that. I still get the looks and the startled eyes staring at Nick,
as if to say, this is your wife? I rarely miss the disappointment
painting their faces.”
“I think it’s more like, you lucky
bastard.”
“Bullshit. Is Spencer doing okay there?”
“Yes. He’s quiet and intense, and does
everything quickly. It’s awkward for me, because I have to keep
thinking of more chores for him to do. As an Ob-Gyn, I deal with
mostly pregnant women, or menopausal, middle-aged ladies. Sometimes
I talk to their scared, but respectful husbands. Suddenly, I’m
telling this six-foot-four hunk, who’s not exactly the guy next
door in his looks, what to do. It’s not so easy.”
“Spike as Spencer is gorgeous, isn’t he?”
“When did that happen? I had no idea who he
was when I first saw him.”
“He shaved his head one day, and put on some
normal clothes; and that was that. He said, ‘Call me Spencer from
now on, not Spike.’ Not another word. Or another day of transition.
He was Spencer, period. I don’t have a clue what prompted it. I
don’t always understand him. He’s very nice to me. Always was.
Actually, he was invariably considerate, sympathetic, caring, and
protective with me. But very private. Extremely private. I never
knew what he did or didn’t do. Who he chose to be with, or whom he
liked or didn’t. Most of what I knew of him usually came through
Rob. Even that was rather sparse. How come you’re so interested in
what I’m saying? You don’t like him, do you?”
Erica turned and pretended to fiddle with
Jody’s outfit to hide the blush filling her cheeks. “No. Of course
not. We’re like… well, as you said, it’s laughable to even
consider. I just happened to notice he was so different, and
extremely hot now. But you know he isn’t my type. All that angst
and simmering heat. Besides, he’s way too young for me.”
“Hey, I’m twelve years younger than Nick.
Spencer’s only a few years younger than you.”
Erica paced. “Six. He’s exactly six years
younger than me. And so what? There is no me and Spencer. We are
not like you and Nick. Spencer is so different from me. I’m looking
for stability, success, a family man. Not a musician or a partner
for hot sex, going nowhere.”
“You admit that it would be hot, at
least.”
“Oh, shut up.”
Joelle outright laughed. “Well, it never
hurts a girl, you know. You’re entirely too serious. Besides, your
last few boyfriends lacked everything. Like personalities. They
were just suits with sticks rammed up their asses. It’s okay to
want that chemistry, and witty personality, and someone to have fun
with, Erica. Someone to have hot sex with.”
“If my taste in men is so lousy, why did you
marry one of my exes?”
“Well, Nick was the exception. But even
there, you both were too much alike. Have some fun for once. It
might change everything for you.”
“I wasn’t even talking about, considering, or
otherwise suggesting that I have sex with Spencer. He works for me
now. That’s it. That’s all. Besides, I’m dating Roy Bennett.”
“You’re wasting your time with Roy Bennett,
and temporarily placating your loneliness. Kind of like you did
with Nick.”
“Thanks for that.”
“Hey, you helped me when I was in a rut. You
pointed out things I needed to see about Rob, about Nick, and about
myself. So you know what? Now, for the first time, when you seem a
little lost, I might just have to comment.”
“I’m not lost. I’m busy. I’m…”
“Looking for something; you just don’t know
what.”
Erica paused, her mouth open. She hated
pausing. She hated thinking about her shortcomings, and her life.
She kept busy, finding
practice. I figured it could keep him busy for awhile, and maybe I
figured your friend should be my friend.”
“Yeah, my friend. But you and Spencer?”
Erica bristled. “Oh, you mean like you and
Nick, perhaps?”
Joelle laughed out loud. “Okay, I deserved
that. I still get the looks and the startled eyes staring at Nick,
as if to say, this is your wife? I rarely miss the disappointment
painting their faces.”
“I think it’s more like, you lucky
bastard.”
“Bullshit. Is Spencer doing okay there?”
“Yes. He’s quiet and intense, and does
everything quickly. It’s awkward for me, because I have to keep
thinking of more chores for him to do. As an Ob-Gyn, I deal with
mostly pregnant women, or menopausal, middle-aged ladies. Sometimes
I talk to their scared, but respectful husbands. Suddenly, I’m
telling this six-foot-four hunk, who’s not exactly the guy next
door in his looks, what to do. It’s not so easy.”
“Spike as Spencer is gorgeous, isn’t he?”
“When did that happen? I had no idea who he
was when I first saw him.”
“He shaved his head one day, and put on some
normal clothes; and that was that. He said, ‘Call me Spencer from
now on, not Spike.’ Not another word. Or another day of transition.
He was Spencer, period. I don’t have a clue what prompted it. I
don’t always understand him. He’s very nice to me. Always was.
Actually, he was invariably considerate, sympathetic, caring, and
protective with me. But very private. Extremely private. I never
knew what he did or didn’t do. Who he chose to be with, or whom he
liked or didn’t. Most of what I knew of him usually came through
Rob. Even that was rather sparse. How come you’re so interested in
what I’m saying? You don’t like him, do you?”
Erica turned and pretended to fiddle with
Jody’s outfit to hide the blush filling her cheeks. “No. Of course
not. We’re like… well, as you said, it’s laughable to even
consider. I just happened to notice he was so different, and
extremely hot now. But you know he isn’t my type. All that angst
and simmering heat. Besides, he’s way too young for me.”
“Hey, I’m twelve years younger than Nick.
Spencer’s only a few years younger than you.”
Erica paced. “Six. He’s exactly six years
younger than me. And so what? There is no me and Spencer. We are
not like you and Nick. Spencer is so different from me. I’m looking
for stability, success, a family man. Not a musician or a partner
for hot sex, going nowhere.”
“You admit that it would be hot, at
least.”
“Oh, shut up.”
Joelle outright laughed. “Well, it never
hurts a girl, you know. You’re entirely too serious. Besides, your
last few boyfriends lacked everything. Like personalities. They
were just suits with sticks rammed up their asses. It’s okay to
want that chemistry, and witty personality, and someone to have fun
with, Erica. Someone to have hot sex with.”
“If my taste in men is so lousy, why did you
marry one of my exes?”
“Well, Nick was the exception. But even
there, you both were too much alike. Have some fun for once. It
might change everything for you.”
“I wasn’t even talking about, considering, or
otherwise suggesting that I have sex with Spencer. He works for me
now. That’s it. That’s all. Besides, I’m dating Roy Bennett.”
“You’re wasting your time with Roy Bennett,
and temporarily placating your loneliness. Kind of like you did
with Nick.”
“Thanks for that.”
“Hey, you helped me when I was in a rut. You
pointed out things I needed to see about Rob, about Nick, and about
myself. So you know what? Now, for the first time, when you seem a
little lost, I might just have to comment.”
“I’m not lost. I’m busy. I’m…”
“Looking for something; you just don’t know
what.”
Erica paused, her mouth open. She hated
pausing. She hated thinking about her shortcomings, and her life.
She kept busy, finding
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