Wrong Answer
(book and online series release)
by author Michael Christopher Blocker.
Edited by Benita Blocker.
2017
Chapter Five
She suggests we take her vehicle. It’s a nice little Honda Civic. “Cool” I respond, but I also explain that I don’t want to leave my car in the parking lot. I keep it real with her and explain why. She says it’s no problem; just come with her. I go out to her car with her and she drives me to mine, then tells me to follow her. I end up at her apartment. She stays in Cherry Tree Crossing, an upscale apartment complex. I leave my ride at her place and jump in the passenger seat. I say “Boy, you are a mighty trusting soul, I might be a serial killer or something.” She asks “Are you?” I say “hell no!” She responds with “You know you’re the same way don’t you?” I ask her what she means. She tells me “Wait until you see my driving,” and with a devious smile she hits the gas.
We spend the rest of the day together feeling each other out. I’m sprung already, and I just met her. I haven’t even smoked yet. Being with her is like walking on a cloud though. She’s a definite keeper. We decide to kick it some more, and she has no plans for tonight. She asks “What about Wild Wings Café? A band that reminds me of Lady Antebellum is performing there tonight.” “Cool” I respond. “How about we meet back up at your spot in an hour?” I suggest. She counters with “Why don’t you just chill out at ‘my spot.’ I need to freshen up and check on some things while there if you’re allowed that is.” I know that she didn’t just challenge me. I think to myself. I can’t help but to smile.
Her apartment is “banging.” It’s three floors with a balcony in the back overlooking a small lake. The view is terrific, and I tell her so. The colors are all wrong for me though. Too much pink, yellow, and rose. It’s definitely a woman’s touch. She looks at me with those intense grey eyes and it’s like she’s penetrating my very soul. All of a sudden I’m nervous and I ask ”What?”
She gives me a sly smile and says “I just remembered what you told me was in your car. I have some strawberry-kiwi wraps, and we have about two and a half hours before the show starts at Wild Wings. You get the green, and I’m gonna jump in the shower.”
I tear it down out the door and to my car. I grab the ounce from under the seat, lock the car, and head back up to her apartment. I walk in, close the door, and lock it. As soon as I turn around, sitting ten feet in front of me is one the largest red nosed pit bulls that I’ve ever seen.
I note that it’s a “she,” and she’s not growling or bearing teeth, so I make my way to the sofa SLOWLY. She looks at the bag in my hand and licks her chops. So I play it cool and speak. “Hi there girl, are you hungry?” She instantly jumps up and trots toward me. She sniffs the bag, and I pat her head and scratch behind her ears. She is a big girl, almost up to my waist. I notice that she has grey eyes too. She hops up on the sofa and lays her head in my lap. I place the bag on the coffee table and continue to pat and scratch her.
After awhile, I sense someone watching. I look up and see Rainn leaning against the entry way staring at us. She’s wrapped in a short robe complete with hair wrapped in a pink towel. Her grey eyes lock with mine, and she says “Gypsy, down.” The pit immediately hops down with a small whine and trots over to a bean bag in the corner of the room. Rainn says “she’s so spoiled. She only likes you because you brought green.” I smile and say “Everybody likes me; all for different reasons though.”
She laughs and tells me I can use the shower if I want. She’ll roll a couple of blunts while I’m in there and then get dressed. I had to take up that offer. Everything was going so well. I didn’t want to spoil it and since my apartment water only gets lukewarm at best, I practically ran to the shower.
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