The toss of her hair suggested a definite no, but being a non-verbal response I pressed on.
"That girl kissed ME. I turned around and there she was. What was I supposed to do? Punch her?"
Still no answer. Sandra was known for her tantrums, but this was boiling over into something I'd never seen before.
"Come on baby, if someone happens to be attracted to my looks it reflects well on the lady I'm with. Doncha think?"
Daggers. If looks could kill I'd have been a bloody mess by now. The girl who started this whole mess wouldn't have been more than a spot on the rug too.
"What do you say Honey? Let's put this behind us and have a quiet evening here; just you and me. What do you say?"
She snorted and her breathing is starting to sound hoarse. Oh man, this is getting scary. An uncomfortable vision of restful sleep being interrupted by a butcher knife in the throat cut through my thoughts.
"Hey, I've got a great idea! Let's go get some dinner at that new sushi place.
Oh god. Her nostrils are flaring and her ears are beet red. I can feel sweat beading on my upper lip.
"Right.... Okay. Uh, how's about I just go pick some sushi up for us? Maybe some California rolls? I can be back in about thirty minutes. That'll give you a chance to, uh, freshen up a bit. I don't mind baby. Anything for you."
Oh crap! Her pupils are dilating down to little dots and the vein in her temple is pulsing. Run. Run for it. Sweat is dripping into the corners of my mouth. I take the four short steps to the door in just one and yank. Locked!
Panic! Focus! Door! Knob lock
It's open. I slide out. Two shirt buttons snag on the door and pop off. I jerk on the door and let go of the knob before it slams shut. The stairs are dark, but for two lights. Least of my worries now. I'm literally running downstairs taking two at a time.
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You are definitely getting better and more comfortable with the conversational stuff. Keep at it! I think it's paying off.
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