want to."
"Dad! Just tell me what you think I should do."
His eyes narrowed, then he just turned back to the television hanging from the wall.
"You love him, right?" he said.
"Of course I do," I said.
"So there you go."
I looked at the ring, then snapped the box shut and put it in my pocket.
"Yeah, there I go."
We chatted about nothing in particular for a while, not mentioning the marriage proposal again. This is how it always goes with my dad. Avoid all serious discussion at all times.
When visiting hours ended, we said our goodbyes and I went back to my car in the parking garage. As I fumbled for my ticket, I noticed a drop of something fall on my hand.
I put my hand to my face and felt a tear falling down my cheek. I wiped my eye with the back of my hand, put the car in gear, and paid my $5 at the gate.
I pulled out onto the road and headed back toward Somerville. On the left was Walmart again. Shit.
My left blinker magically went on and my car pulled into the parking lot, seemingly all by itself.
I knew what I was doing and I couldn't believe I was doing it.
"Welcome to Walmart," the greeter said as I walked in. "We're closing in ten minutes."
"Thanks," I said as I marched toward the electronics department. My heart started to beat faster. What is that? Fear? Excitement? A combination of both?
I found the cheapest prepaid cell phone I could find with the least amount of minutes required. As I carried it through the store, I became acutely aware of the tightness of my jeans as they rubbed my panties.
By the time I put the phone on the conveyor belt at the cash register, my face was flushed and my pussy was wet. The woman who rang me up gave me the old you're-up-to-something naughty look.
Shit, could she tell?
Chapter 5
"Your phone is now activated and ready to use," said the recorded female voice. I hit End and put it back on the countertop.
Fully charged. Good signal with four bars. Ready for action.
I took another sip of Pinot Grigio. I had already finished a glass, which was my usual limit, but tonight I dove into a second to help me accomplish my sordid task.
I went to the hall closet and retrieved the tear-off strip. I didn't really need it. I had the number memorized by now.
I picked up the phone and dialed the area code. Nope, not ready yet. I hit End, put the phone down, and had another sip of wine.
Shit, Meghan, just get this the fuck over with!
I picked it up again, dialed the entire number, and hovered my thumb over the Send button.
I almost leaped through the ceiling when a loud ring permeated the silence of my apartment.
Shit, it's my iPhone.
I scrambled to find it, only to see the caller's name: Jake. Shit fuck shit. Not right now!
"Hello," I said as I cleared my throat.
"Hey," said Jake. "Are you all right?"
"Of course. Why?"
"I don't know. You sound funny."
"I think I might be coming down with something."
"I thought you were feeling better."
"So did I. I don't know."
Long pause. Too long.
"Meghan," said Jake, "is there something else?"
"Something else?" I said.
"Yeah. Ever since the other night, I've gotten a sense that there's something off."
"Something off?"
I took another sip of wine.
"Yes. I know you had a bad reaction to the mussels, but we haven't actually said anything about what I asked you."
"Jake, please. I can't do this now. I'm not feeling well."
"Well, when are we going to be able to talk?"
"I don't know."
Another long uncomfortable pause.
"Meghan, don't get angry but I have to ask you something. Is there someone else?"
I felt a flash of heat move through me. I looked at the prepaid phone just sitting there.
"Jake, no," I said in a tone that I knew was a little too harsh. "There is nobody else in my life right now besides you and I can't believe you would ask that question."
"Sorry, sorry. I just..."
"You just nothing! You know me. You know I don't cheat. I have principles."
Shit, I think I said prinshiples.
"Have you been
"Dad! Just tell me what you think I should do."
His eyes narrowed, then he just turned back to the television hanging from the wall.
"You love him, right?" he said.
"Of course I do," I said.
"So there you go."
I looked at the ring, then snapped the box shut and put it in my pocket.
"Yeah, there I go."
We chatted about nothing in particular for a while, not mentioning the marriage proposal again. This is how it always goes with my dad. Avoid all serious discussion at all times.
When visiting hours ended, we said our goodbyes and I went back to my car in the parking garage. As I fumbled for my ticket, I noticed a drop of something fall on my hand.
I put my hand to my face and felt a tear falling down my cheek. I wiped my eye with the back of my hand, put the car in gear, and paid my $5 at the gate.
I pulled out onto the road and headed back toward Somerville. On the left was Walmart again. Shit.
My left blinker magically went on and my car pulled into the parking lot, seemingly all by itself.
I knew what I was doing and I couldn't believe I was doing it.
"Welcome to Walmart," the greeter said as I walked in. "We're closing in ten minutes."
"Thanks," I said as I marched toward the electronics department. My heart started to beat faster. What is that? Fear? Excitement? A combination of both?
I found the cheapest prepaid cell phone I could find with the least amount of minutes required. As I carried it through the store, I became acutely aware of the tightness of my jeans as they rubbed my panties.
By the time I put the phone on the conveyor belt at the cash register, my face was flushed and my pussy was wet. The woman who rang me up gave me the old you're-up-to-something naughty look.
Shit, could she tell?
Chapter 5
"Your phone is now activated and ready to use," said the recorded female voice. I hit End and put it back on the countertop.
Fully charged. Good signal with four bars. Ready for action.
I took another sip of Pinot Grigio. I had already finished a glass, which was my usual limit, but tonight I dove into a second to help me accomplish my sordid task.
I went to the hall closet and retrieved the tear-off strip. I didn't really need it. I had the number memorized by now.
I picked up the phone and dialed the area code. Nope, not ready yet. I hit End, put the phone down, and had another sip of wine.
Shit, Meghan, just get this the fuck over with!
I picked it up again, dialed the entire number, and hovered my thumb over the Send button.
I almost leaped through the ceiling when a loud ring permeated the silence of my apartment.
Shit, it's my iPhone.
I scrambled to find it, only to see the caller's name: Jake. Shit fuck shit. Not right now!
"Hello," I said as I cleared my throat.
"Hey," said Jake. "Are you all right?"
"Of course. Why?"
"I don't know. You sound funny."
"I think I might be coming down with something."
"I thought you were feeling better."
"So did I. I don't know."
Long pause. Too long.
"Meghan," said Jake, "is there something else?"
"Something else?" I said.
"Yeah. Ever since the other night, I've gotten a sense that there's something off."
"Something off?"
I took another sip of wine.
"Yes. I know you had a bad reaction to the mussels, but we haven't actually said anything about what I asked you."
"Jake, please. I can't do this now. I'm not feeling well."
"Well, when are we going to be able to talk?"
"I don't know."
Another long uncomfortable pause.
"Meghan, don't get angry but I have to ask you something. Is there someone else?"
I felt a flash of heat move through me. I looked at the prepaid phone just sitting there.
"Jake, no," I said in a tone that I knew was a little too harsh. "There is nobody else in my life right now besides you and I can't believe you would ask that question."
"Sorry, sorry. I just..."
"You just nothing! You know me. You know I don't cheat. I have principles."
Shit, I think I said prinshiples.
"Have you been
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