It was an insufferably long wait.
He called earlier than expected, however, and I went to pick him up. He had a shocked look on his face when he realized I wasn't wearing any panties under my whorishly short velvet dress.
I wanted so badly to just unbutton his jeans and go down on him in the theater. I was patient and put my legs over his and stared straight ahead at the screen. I thought about asking the guy in the back row if he would mind too terribly if I asked him to move to a different seat. I daydreamed for a few moments about him watching us.
After a bit, I took my pills out to the hallway. I approached the drinking fountain and let my imagination run away. I could hear the sounds he makes when he's in bliss. I set my glasses on the back of the fountain and gulped a little bit of water to wet the water slide for the klonopin. I broke a pill in half and felt the gritty crumbs on my fingertips. I swallowed my seddy and started on my left foot while I swiped my glasses back up and balanced them on my face.
I made my way up the lighted stairs like a swaying starlet. I always look so good in dim lighting. He moved his feet back as I slipped by him. I sat back down and spent the next two hours or so leaning on his shoulder.
The movie was over so suddenly, I felt dizzy. "Was that it?" I thought. We walked down the stairs again, and my eyes wouldn't adjust.
"Are you okay? You look pissed."
"Yeah, my eyes just won't adjust."
"Should we stop for a minute?"
"Yeah."
He leaned against the wall and, as usual, my eyes searched his body up and down. I felt them tearing his clothes right off. After a minute we went out into the hall.
"Just a minute. I have to pee, then we'll go out this way."
"Aaall right then." he said in his usual character voice.
I pushed the bathroom door open and felt the whooshing of air behind it. Those doors always seem so heavy. I sat down to piss and thought about what we might do next. I wiped, flushed, and slung my bookbag back over my shoulder. For a brief moment I wondered what my husband was doing while I was out with my boyfriend. I washed my hands lazily, and brushed my bangs back to one side. I looked like I boy with my hair brushed this way, except for the obvious breasts sitting atop my waif-skinny body. I'd fuck me.
I pulled the door with one fluid motion, and there he waited leaning against the wall. We made our way to the exit door and I planned my next move. There was a puddle of what smelled like gasoline and moonshine on the sidewalk just outside the door. "That must be what I smell." he observed.
I pulled my keys from my book bag and jangled them noisily. "You wanna drive?"
"You want me to drive?"
"Yes, I do, because you are going to decide where we go next."
He climbed into the driver's seat, and as I situated myself he said, "You are so little. I don't fit." I reached over him and let my elbow brush him as I adjusted the seat. "Better?"
"Yeah."
He drove me around, looking for the backup ambulances that are usually parked behind the stations. Much to our dismay, they weren't where they should have been. He got a look in his eye and drove back to the station by the theater. I felt like we were moving in circles.
"Can you be quiet?" he asked me.
"I can be silent as the grave." I said with a naughty look on my face.
He parked the car and handed me the keys. "Wanna see my station?"
"Oh, yes, so badly."
"Walk quickly."
I was so excited I nearly bumped right into the back of him. He unlocked the door and I leaned up against the wall. We entered in darkness and he led me through what felt like a hundred rooms. My heart was beating faster and faster. At the end of a hall, he opened a door. Inside I could just begin to make out a couch, a table, two wheelchairs, two beds. He chose the couch.
I could hear a cat yowling loudly just outside the window.
