This is a work of fiction and any resemblance by any character or situation to any actual person or event is purely coincidental. All characters presented in this narrative are over the age of 18.
Chapter Six
Focusing on work wasn't easy. A hell of a lot had gone on in my life since I was last in the office a little more than two weeks earlier. I'd survived the I-95 whiteout and, in the process, experienced a surfeit of sexual exploration with a woman who had been a friend but with whom I was falling hopelessly in love.
My mind zipped helplessly back and forth from our backseat orgasms not 48 hours earlier to our first real date Friday evening, just 36 hours ahead. In so doing, I was confronted with the prospect of inviting a HR complaint by walking around the office the next day with a conspicuous boner bulge. So I stayed seated as much as I could and wore my suit jacket when I wasn't sitting.
I tried to limit my texts to Lisa to breaks and lunch. And I stuck to that pretty well. There are very rigorous security protocols for members of congressional committee staff, and there are a number of meetings and secure areas on the Capitol complex where personal mobile devices are forbidden.
I worked late on Thursday to catch up and skipped the regular after-work Thirsty Thursday happy hour with some of my colleagues in favor of Ubering to Sis's apartment where I dropped in unannounced on her and Lisa. Because I know the access code to the front door, I texted them after I stepped off the elevator on the fifth floor and just before I knocked on the door.
Sis and Lisa had started some movie on Netflix, popped some microwave popcorn and opened a bottle of cheap Chardonnay. It wasn't even 8 o'clock and both were already in their pajamas. Lees answered the door and hugged me tightly, topping it off with short but sweet kiss.
Sis kept her seat and just stared in mock disdain.
"Ever hear of giving girls a chance to get presentable before barging in unannounced?" she said, offering me a handful of popcorn as she slouched on the sofa in pajama bottoms and a Duke Blue Devils football jersey.
"Well, I do believe I've seen the both of you in your PJs before, so ... no," I said. "Mind if I grab a bottled water?"
"What the hell. Live it up, Bro," Sis said.
I plopped on the couch between my sister and my new girlfriend staring at a paused scene from "Sleepless in Seattle," a Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan rom-com from a Nora Ephron original screenplay that hit theaters three years before Lisa was born and before Sis and I had our first birthday.
"Just thought I'd stop by on my way home," I said. It was
