I call him while Judy is standing inside the café, ordering us both two red-eyes, so we can teach these maniacs as best we can. “Well, what do you want to do?” I ask him.

“What do you think I want to do, woman?” he mutters into the phone. I’ve opened Pandora’s box now. Ever since that little incident at the school, he’s been going crazy over me. At least, that’s what he insists on telling me. He’s been going crazy on the job, unable to fix things right, daydreaming over my… well, I don’t even want to say the word!

“You’re not going to get far if you keep talking like that,” I say, holding the phone nervously. I glance over at Judy in the line to make sure she’s nowhere near this conversation. She’s dirty, but I don’t want to tell her everything. At least, not yet. It’s embarrassing.

“You know you like it,” he says. I can picture his cocky smile against the receiver.

“I do not.” I blush. “Don’t you know how to woo a woman?”

“Why don’t you tell me, sweetie,” he says.

I scoff at that response, but continue anyway. “Women like subtlety. They like the mystery. You have to let them guess the big picture. You can’t just outright tell a woman you want to fuck them.”

“Why not?” he replies, the bastard.

“Because!” I hiss. “Because it’s wrong. It won’t work for you, at least.”

“Well, good. I never said I outright wanted to fuck you,” he says. “Now, you’re putting words in my mouth. What is that called? Transference?”

“Oh, God,” I moan.

“You’re putting your desires onto me now. How is that fair?” he laughs.

“You’re insufferable,” I tell him. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

“Sure do,” he says. “So, want to go out and see a movie or something? Is that more up your alley?”

“A movie? Is that what you small town men like to do in your free time?” I ask.

“Hell if I know,” he says. “I like to stay in.”

“Boring,” I reply. “Okay, we can see a movie, but only if we get a drink first.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he says. “See! We know how to compromise. We work so well together.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Goodbye.”

“See you later, baby,” he says, before I can hang up the phone.

“Ugh,” I sigh when I notice Judy standing over me with our iced coffees.

She sits down and smiles. “Addison, I presume?” she asks.

“How’d you know?” I ask her.

“Lucky guess, I suppose,” she laughs. “So, what’s the verdict? Are you two going out or what?”

“I don’t know,” I say, avoiding eye contact with her. “Maybe. Anyway, what’s your obsession with us going out?”

“I just want to see my new friend have some fun. That’s all. Is that a crime?” she asks, sipping on her drink.

“I guess not,” I sigh. “I still don’t know if it’s right, you know?”

“It’s never right,” she says. “Take a look around you. Does anything look right around here?”

I look around at the old couples eating their food. There’s hardly any talking going on. It’s odd to see people who have decided to spend their lives together unable to say one word to each other. “Maybe they’re just that comfortable with each other,” I reason. “Sometimes words are meaningless. Love trumps all of that, right?”

Now she’s the one who scoffs. “I guess. Heard that one before, but I’m not sure if it’s true. I think people just make a lot of bad decisions and reason that it’s the right path to take. Who knows if any of these people are actually happy? Do they look happy to you?”

She’s right, in a sense. Not too many of them are smiling and enjoying the nice day. “Well, we’re happy, right?” I ask her.

“Right now?” she asks. “Hell yeah, I’m happy. Ask me again in another hour, when I’m teaching those snot-brained kids.”

“Fuck, I don’t think I’m ready,” I laugh.

“Nah, they’re easy. Like, too easy, actually. Kids in this town have very little to prove,” she says. “The main headache is getting the school to budget better so we can get these kids some new computers. Anyway, what’s the plan with Addison? Come on, tell me what you guys are up to.”

Judy just pries and pries. She won’t let up. “We’re going to see a movie,” I tell her.

“Watch out,” she laughs, checking her watch. It’s almost time to head back to school. We both stand up and start walking toward the tan building in the distance.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I laugh.

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “Is he going to put his dick through the popcorn bag? You know, you reach in and grab what you think is popcorn. Instead, it’s a greasy cock.”

For some reason I picture Addison’s cock and I instantly grow wet. Thinking of how big he might be has honestly been in my head for the past few days. The way he touched me… it was like he didn’t even question it. It was just right.

“Oh my god! No,” I laugh.

Judy shrugs. “I’m not saying it’s going to happen. I’m not saying it won’t either.”

“Wouldn’t that be kind of messy for everyone involved? I mean, he’d have butter all over himself. Butter and cum. Seems like a weird combo.” We both crack up.

“Girl, do you really think men care about what’s on their dick?” she asks. “As long as they’re cumming, they’re happy campers.”

“Gross.” I sigh. Well, tonight is going to be great.

“Don’t worry,” she tells me. “I’m sure it’s not as messy as it sounds.”