He collected me in the red Corvette and we went back to that hotel, that we knew so well, where the martinis were dirty, but we were dirtier.
"How was DC?" I asked.
"It was boring," he said. "I missed you."
"Really?"
"I did. All I thought about was tearing your little legs apart and having my way with you."
"So graphic, my darling."
"And then having you on top of me."
"Well, I must confess, I did have a few thought about climbing you, inch by inch."
"Like a tree."
"Yes. Like a tree."
We laughed.
The Hilton was exactly as I remembered, still covered in wood paneling that somehow, managed to not be tacky.
"We'll both have a dirty martini," R ordered for us both, "with extra olives."
When the waiter brought the drinks, I had sprawled out in the booth, my legs on top of his. Quickly, I straightened up and put my feet on the floor, ready to drink. Again the drinks were profoundly delicious, and I appreciated that R had ordered extra olives!
"You did get us a room?"
"Of course, and I have a surprise for you."
"You do?"
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"When we get to the room," he said, drinking his martini down quickly.
"In a hurry?" I laughed and dawdled with my drink.
"Are you going to finished that?"
"Hmm. Eventually."
He laughed. "All right, it's just a little something I brought back from DC, no big deal."
"Oh. Something little. Perfume? Chocolates? Promises you don't intend to keep?"
"That's from," he pauses. "wait, I know this one," he snapped his fingers, "Beauty and the Beast". You're so funny."
"Lucky you have a child, otherwise, you never would have got that!"
"Indeed. Finish your drink, Hilda."
I gazed deeply into his eyes. And sucked it down. Most of it. "I can't finish it," I confessed.
"Here, allow me."
At which point the waiter appeared, inquiring if we would like another.
"Naw. Just put it on my room tab," R signed the check and we were off.
(to be continued)
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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