The hookup

It was just a quarter after nine.  The store just opened.  There were only a random few housewives, retired couple and a college student.  He thought it would be less busy, but he was wrong.  He wore his Army physical fitness shirt with black shorts even though he was no longer in the military.  He stepped inside the book store.  He noticed her in the nook with her long tasselled blonde hair facing him.  He sauntered over to her.  She had her laptop open.  Books were spread across the table.

“Looks like you’ve been here awhile.”

“I got here early.  I waited in the car till the store opened.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m just busy with school, finding a job and my  family.”

“Are you glad to see me?”

“Yes, of course.”

“I want you to come to my place.”

“But you just got here.”

“I know. I want to be alone with you, not here in this store.”

“I’m busy. I have lots to do.”

“You said that.  It’s just since we got back from Afghanistan, I don’t want to be alone.  I miss you.”

She nervously giggles.  “We had some fun there.”  Then she stops for a second.  Looking at him with a serious expression she states, “I have lots to do. I can’t come with you.”

“Ok, if you can’t go to my place, I’ll sit here with you.”

“You’re going to hate me when I tell you this, but I can’t do it anymore.  We are home now.  It was different over there.  Here, I have a family. I think I want to be faithful.”

He shakes his head. “No, I need you.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t have sex with you anymore.  With all this crazy shit going on in my life, I can’t.”  She nervously plays with her hair.

He reaches for her hand and strokes it with his fingers. “For now, if I have to wait, I will.”

One comment on “The hookup

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s