Candy
Okay, so this was what happened.
Or, no.
More like, what I think happened.
I was asleep.
The business line rang.
I always needed work.
I picked up.
"Candy?"
The second I heard his voice, I knew. It was the sleazy D.A. a.k.a, Dumb Ass. Some of them, you're just like, "Oh. Him."
"Hi, sweetie," I said, rolled over and checked the time. It was always easier sounding nice when I don't have to look them in the face. "How have you been?"
"You know - " Dumb Ass' voice cracked, like a horny twelve year old's.
Revise.
Dumb Ass was a horny twelve year old with a law degree and two grand for fun.
"Who this is?"
"Where'd you want to meet?" I asked. Let's get down to business, I thought, walked to the bathroom, and sat down to pee.
"How'd you know it was me?" he said. He sounded anxious.
I'm the Candy store, I thought, reaching for the the counter and grabbed the pill bottle.
"What time."
He paused, like he had to "think" about it.
"Honey, that wasn't a question, if you - "
"Eleven-thirty," he said, and hung up.
I unscrewed the cap, and tapped one out. The bottle was almost empty. I needed to make a run.
I'd do Dumb Ass, hit the 405, and roll into T.J. by two.
Returning, I'd stop in La Jolla for a late lunch at the Jewel. I'd ask for a window table, you know, one that faced the ocean.
Maybe I'd see some dolphins.
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Pandora's Box
ChickLitShort, hot, quick. Written in real time and alternating chacter's voices, "Pandora's Box" is what happens after you open the forbidden box & everything but hope flies.
