Wrong Answer: Week Five Book Release

Wrong Answer 

(book and online series release) 

by author Michael Christopher Blocker.

Edited by Benita Blocker.

2017

Chapter Six

We almost couldn’t find a place to park.  It’s so packed at Wild Wings that you could tell that they added extra security.  Rainn is looking so sexy.  She has on a tight fitting red dress. Body hugging is a better description because this dress is hugging her every curve.  Matching open toed heels and hair band.  To say she has pretty feet and toes would be an understatement. This girl is a perfect 10.  And the raven black hair brings out the grey in her eyes.  I wish that I was a painter.  She would look spectacular on canvas. I almost didn’t want to come out.  When I first seen her in the dress, I lost my cool, and said “Damn! You look good enough to eat.” She laughed it off and lit up one of the blunts.  But keeping it real, ever since I said it, I haven’t stopped thinking about it.  I mean, she looks insatiable.  She really looks like she taste good, and I can’t stop thinking about putting my tongue in so many sweet spots.  

Back to the situation at hand, the inside of Wild Wings is almost as bad as the parking lot.  It takes 30 minutes before we finally get a table, and it is like midway from the stage.  The atmosphere is chaotic.  Everyone’s anxious to hear Hilary Scott.  The group got their start right here in Augusta after all.

During the performance, all my attention was basically on Rainn.  I wasn’t the only guy paying her attention.  Almost every male in the spot would take several looks. A lot of the females noticed her as well.  I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.  She ordered for both of us.  Two baked chicken platters, two large salads, one basket of cinnamon bread sticks, two shots of Grey Goose Vodka followed by two glasses of Long Island Ice tea.  I enjoyed every minute of being with her.  The night couldn’t get any better.  To say that it was great, wouldn’t even begin to describe it correctly.  

On the drive back, I complimented her again on her dressing style.  She obviously has “class.”  She told me how much she enjoyed my company and said she hadn’t had a night worth remembering in awhile.  I almost bit my tongue.  I was so speechless.  She just smiled and told me that she would like to hang out again.  While walking her to her door, she said “Don’t act like you’re too busy to call just to have me call you.”  I was about to reply while standing at her door, but all of a sudden she raised up on her tip toes and kissed me on the lips.  I slowly placed my hands on her waist and hips as the kiss deepened.  I was lost in it.  She tasted like Peppermint Schnapps.  I could of stood there kissing her forever, but the moment was interrupted by scratching sounds and whinning.  Gypsy was at the door wanting to see her mama.  I told her goodnight, and I’d definitely call “sooner than she expected.” 

When she opened the door, Gypsy came barreling out straight at me.  She knocked me down and started licking all over my face.  I could here Rainn laughing.  Hell, I was too! I guess Gypsy wanted her special goodnight kiss too.

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Wrong Answer: Week Four Book Release

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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