”We are all going out for drinks afterward. Come with us, Jill.” Chad came on behind me. Chad, already done traying, and helping me with mine.
”Chad, I can’t. I have to get my truck out of the garage before 1 AM. It is already 12:30 AM.”
”I’ll come with you,” Chad said. ”And we can park at the party.”
I knew the game…. It would be who pays the rounds for everyone. How do you tell someone, you don’t have a Credit Card, or two cents in your apron pocket?
”Come, come , come, with us,” Chad pleaded. His hand came up to my face. He gently pushed a wisp of my hair back inside my skull cape.
I know he would probalbly throw up! Knowing he was making out with a 57-Year-Old Woman! Who, by the way, was extremely shocked!! That men thought I was so much younger?
Chad was the best kisser. His eyes told me what he wanted, and so did I. It had been soooooo long since a man had touched me.
Because, I don’t have two cents in my pocket. And, I hadn’t made out at a party since High School!! Which, I was pretty sure, what we would end up doing, and really, really, wanted too.
”Stay.” “Right.” “Here.” Chad said. ”Lou is having a fit.” “He has to tell me something.”
When Chad walked away. I knew I had no choice. But to go to my truck….Alone.