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When Ares introduces us, Dolly pulls me in for a warm hug. “It sure is lovely to meet you, sugar.”
No sooner has the greeting left her glossy lips and she’s rousing on the prospect for almost dropping a tray of freshly cleaned glassware.
“Lord help me… if you drop that tray, I’ll tan your butt harder than a hide in a tannery.”
The prospect looks worried. Like he’d rather face a hundred rival motorcycle gangs than have Dolly spank him.
“Sorry, Dolly,” he says with a grimace.
She turns back to me, her eyes twinkling. “Don’t mind me, honey. It’s up to Jack to keep these boys in line, but it’s up to me to house train them.”
A beautiful blonde woman with wildflowers in her hair and a big pregnant belly appears beside Dolly. She has the sexiest lips on a woman I’ve ever seen.
Her eyes twinkle. “You must be Rory. I’m Bronte, Jack’s wife.”
Of course, the president is married to the most beautiful girl in the world.
“When Jack mentioned Ares had brought a date, I had to come and introduce myself.”
She pulls me in for a hug.
God, she even smells perfect.
When she lets me go, she lets out a sudden gasp. She grabs my hand and places it on her belly so I can feel her baby kick. “Oh boy, this kid is itching for some attention. Feel that? He’s definitely going to be a football player.”
“When are you due?” I ask.
“Not for another four weeks. But that feels like a lifetime away.” She looks at my whiskey with wishful eyes. “What I would give for one of those.”
Dolly notices my glass is almost empty. “How about I get you another one?”
“Sure, that would be lovely, thanks.”
She turns to Ares. “How about you, honey.”
But Ares is already looking at me with a strange expression on his face. Not a bad one. It’s more a look of contentment and happiness.
Dolly offering him a drink breaks him out of it. “Yeah, sure, that’d be good.”
While Dolly fixes our drinks, I excuse myself to find the bathroom.
It’s down a long hallway, past what I guess are bedrooms. Inside, I’m surprised by the condition. It’s so clean and tidy. Then I think of Dolly, and it makes sense. She definitely runs a tight ship, and I can see her demanding nice facilities for the women.
While I’m peeing, the door opens, and someone enters. I hear high heels click-clack on the floor, then the door to the cubicle next to me closes. I finish up, but while I’m washing my hands, I hear a woman’s voice in the cubicle.
“Oh, dang it,” she says.
The next thing I know, the door opens and a cute, dimpled face appears in the crack.
“Hey, honey, you think you can get me a tampon from the dispenser on the wall?”
“Sure,” I reply, walking over to the dispenser. “I don’t see a coin slot.”
“Oh, there isn’t one. They’re free, honey. Same with the condoms. Dolly says it ain’t right to charge for them.”
I like Dolly.
I offer the girl the tampon.
