Sandy is going to Dallas

Five AM and I’m huddled beneath the comforter after just waking. My cell phone lying on the bed stand rings. It is Sandy, my pet name for her that nobody else knows, who lives in my building. I have not had a call from her in over a year.

“Are you awake? she says.


“Come up and keep me warm for awhile,” she says.

“OK, let me brush my teeth.”

I go up to her place in my jams. She answers the door wearing her bathroom and nothing else. We go to her warm bed and make love.

Afterwards, lying next to each other, she says, “this might be the last time.”

“What is going on?” I say.

“I think I am moving to Dallas for a new job.”

“What does your boyfriend think of that?”

“I haven’t told him. We aren’t going anywhere together anyway.”

“I’ll miss you,” I say, even though we have shared little except sex.

“You’ll miss the sex.”

“Yes, but I will miss you too,” I say.

“I have to get ready for work,” she says.

“I’ll let myself out. Call me and tell me what you decide,” I say.

“Sure,” she says as she heads to her shower.

Published in: on December 4, 2008 at 1:17 pm  Leave a Comment  

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