After she put her fork down, she asked, “Viv, may we talk about, um, how I…”
“Not yet. I’m too sober for that conversation.”
“Okay. Mm, this is excellent. I didn’t know you were a wine drinker.”
I shrugged, “What do you actually know about me? It’s not as if you were ever interested in having a conversation with me.”
She frowned but didn’t respond. I was glad as we would be having the conversation for which I didn’t want to have while sober.
I chugged the last of Jane’s expensive bottle of Cabernet and put away the leftovers.
*****
I opened a beer, lit a cigar, and sat on my deck.
The night was warm for that time of year, and I liked sitting outside. I had a chipmunk buddy I named Dale who came around for peanuts when I sat outside.
I tossed a handful onto the grass and heard the sliding door open.
“Viv, I hope you don’t mind, but I bought Jane this bottle for her birthday a few years ago. May I?”
“Sure.”
A minute later, she sat beside me as I watched Chip eat his peanuts.
“Go ahead,” I sighed.
She began, “It took my fall from grace, so to speak, before I understood how horrible a person I was. When my friends pretty much laughed at me and told me to fuck off, I got a cold hard slap to the face.”
I didn’t look over, I continued to watch Dale. I wouldn’t do anything to make her more comfortable.
“You did nothing to deserve the way I treated you. I was so caught up in my own bullshit that I became a horrid person.”
I couldn’t argue, so I tossed some more peanuts to Dale.
She continued, “You won’t believe it, but before college, I was a good person.”
“Nope.”
“Huh?” She asked.
“I don’t believe it,” I answered.
She shocked me when she got off the bench and dropped to her knees before me.
“Viv, I’m begging you to forgive me.”
She dropped her head onto my lap and cried. I was stunned and frozen. The worst part was I started to get hard.
You couldn’t blame me. She was a beautiful person on the outside and I hadn’t been with anyone since my divorce.
She said, “Viv, I’ll do anything for you to forgive me. I’m humbled now.”
She sat back and looked at my erection.
“I’m sorry. I…uh…”
She stood and hurried into the house. I looked at Dale and asked, “What the hell am I supposed to do, Bud?”
Not surprisingly, he didn’t answer.
*****
The next morning, I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. I momentarily forgot I had a houseguest and wondered who was cooking. Then I remembered Ginny was there and still wondered who was cooking. I wouldn’t have believed she knew for what a kitchen was used.
I walked into the kitchen and saw Ginny standing at my stove, shaking her ass, and dancing to her air pods.
She looked sexy as hell in a t-shirt that barely covered her ass. Her legs were beyond belief and glistened as they swayed.
I watched her for a minute or so until she spun and screamed in surprise.
She said, “Sorry, I didn’t know you were there. I made you breakfast.”
“Thanks. It smells great.”
I tried to avert my eyes, but she caught me looking at her sexy bare feet.
I already knew she was an amazing-looking woman, but I’d never seen what she was offering up that morning.