Then here’s one. Hit me a homer tonight and I’ll send you a cleavage shot.
An entire minute went by with just dots appearing and disappearing.
My cheeks tinged in embarrassment. What if he didn’t want a boob pic? I mean, guys generally liked that kinky crap.But what if he didn’t want my boob pic?I was his fake girl, not his real one.
Josh
uh… like for real?
Me
I mean maybe… that’s what girlfriends do when they’re away from their man.
When he didn’t respond right away, I panicked.
Me
I don’t have to.
Josh
Fucking right you do. What if I get 2? What’s the stakes then?
Me
Easy slugger, the odds are in my favor, I know your batting avg.
Josh
Ouch! Low blow. And for the record, it’s about to go up. You watch. I’m motivated now.
Me
My boobs motivate you?
Josh
They do.
I blushed and smiled. This took a weird direction. And yet, I didn’t exactly mind.
Me
We shall see… Have a good game.
Josh
You will. Oh, and please take it easy. We need you at the next game.
Nora popped her head back into my room. “I see that smile. Looks like you might have a good day after all.”
“You wanna play hooky with me?” I asked, waving a movie in the air, hoping she’d say yes.
“I wish. But I have a big meeting this afternoon and if I miss it, I’m toast.”
I groaned.
“Speaking of, I gotta go.” She bounced off the bed, nearly knocking over the soup.
