I needed a backrub, and he was just the one to do. Forty- Four years of age, owner of his own truck company, divorced with kids grown. I had no reason not to let him in my place.
"Come here, Come here."
He states this so freely while I stare at him in my pink pajamas and love-struck eyes. I kissed him, then sat in his lap as he eased his hands down my back. My back hurt from working two jobs back to back that weekend, and I was glad he actually was trying to help my frustrating tension.
"My knees are starting to hurt, sitting like this."
I said with a smile. He didn't want me to go anywhere though. Just stay his lap forever staring at someone whom looked like the rapper Common. I started to touch his soft face.
"No one, gets to do this," he says and I smile again as he kisses my hand. Soon it was getting late and I said that I had to wake up early for work. "When can I see you again?" I said with a sad face looking into his dark chocolate eyes. "Just let me know boo, I'll work with you, on your schedule."
I smiled and said "soon." With another kiss he left me there on my couch again, day dreaming, about receiving another detox day.
xoxo,
Ms. English
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