a doorway that leads to a room sized walk in closet and another
that leads to a bathroom. The bathroom is decorated in the same pale ocean blue
as the bedroom. There is a glass tiled shower that is opened to the room with
three huge shower heads at all different levels. There is a double sink with a
vanity and the toilet has its own room off to one side.
I walk into the closet and hear myself gasp when I see Tate’s clothes
hanging in it. I walk over to them, grab the first shirt I can find and inhale,
hoping for a whiff of his scent but they have all been laundered clean and
there is not a trace of him on any of them. The other side of the closet is
lined with clothes in my size that Tate must have sent a shopper to purchase
for me. There are gorgeous evening gowns, t-shirts, shorts, party dresses,
skirts and tops in every color.
I open the chest of drawers and immediately find Tate’s favorite shirt. When
I hold it up to my face and inhale I collapse on the floor in a puddle. It
smells of him, like he’s been wearing it and not washing it. There is a bottle
of my perfume under it and I smell a hint of it on the shirt. I wonder if
Tate’s been spraying my perfume on this shirt before putting it on to feel
close to me like I have been doing back in Connecticut with his cologne, every
night before bed I spray his cologne on one of his shirts he left behind then I
cuddle with it while I sleep. This is something I started doing a long time ago
in high school and it still does the trick in a pinch. I compose myself, put
the shirt back, check my hair and makeup and exit the room. I am heading to see
my husband of seventeen years but I feel as nervous as I did walking into that
school dance where we met so long ago.
When I get into the elevator “All I Need” is on. I was obsessed with
“General Hospital” and the relationship between Frisco and Felicia when Tate
and I were kids. The fact that they were together in real life was enough to
make every teenage girl insane. Everyone at school used to joke with us that we
were the Frisco and Felicia of our school. I used to run home from school to
watch each episode and every night when I talked to Tate I would bore him to
tears with all the details of their drama. This song brings back a memory of
Tate and me from the end of that summer before tenth grade.
************
Last night we started talking about sex but we never finished the
conversation and tonight I plan to get some answers.
“Last night before we fell asleep I asked what’s been going on with you
sex but I never really got an answer other than you think about it all the time”
I begin.
Tate sighs and asks, “What do you want to know, Brook?”
I have no idea what I want to know so I respond with the only answer I
can think of, “Everything.”
“Okay, I’ll start from the beginning then. When a man and a woman love
each other very much” Tate says with a smirk I can hear through the phone.
“That’s not what I mean Tater Tot and you know it so spill, now!” I
demand.
“Wow, bossy when it comes to sex aren’t we? Hmm that can have potential”
Tate teases.
“Okay, okay, I’ll try but some of its kind of guy stuff and embarrassing”
he confesses but he continues, “Eric, Bobby’s brother has been answering some
questions Bobby and I have had and he’s kind of been telling us shit, you know
things we’ll need to know how to do so we’re not clueless. He didn’t think we
could get everything he was saying without a visual so he showed us this porno
and explained how it all works. So, I don’t know what to tell you, what do you
want to know? After watching that I think I pretty much know everything now.”
“Um, what exactly are you planning on doing with all this new information?”
I ask, afraid of the answer.
“Brooklynn, I would never look at another girl. You know I want to be
with you and just you. I love
that leads to a bathroom. The bathroom is decorated in the same pale ocean blue
as the bedroom. There is a glass tiled shower that is opened to the room with
three huge shower heads at all different levels. There is a double sink with a
vanity and the toilet has its own room off to one side.
I walk into the closet and hear myself gasp when I see Tate’s clothes
hanging in it. I walk over to them, grab the first shirt I can find and inhale,
hoping for a whiff of his scent but they have all been laundered clean and
there is not a trace of him on any of them. The other side of the closet is
lined with clothes in my size that Tate must have sent a shopper to purchase
for me. There are gorgeous evening gowns, t-shirts, shorts, party dresses,
skirts and tops in every color.
I open the chest of drawers and immediately find Tate’s favorite shirt. When
I hold it up to my face and inhale I collapse on the floor in a puddle. It
smells of him, like he’s been wearing it and not washing it. There is a bottle
of my perfume under it and I smell a hint of it on the shirt. I wonder if
Tate’s been spraying my perfume on this shirt before putting it on to feel
close to me like I have been doing back in Connecticut with his cologne, every
night before bed I spray his cologne on one of his shirts he left behind then I
cuddle with it while I sleep. This is something I started doing a long time ago
in high school and it still does the trick in a pinch. I compose myself, put
the shirt back, check my hair and makeup and exit the room. I am heading to see
my husband of seventeen years but I feel as nervous as I did walking into that
school dance where we met so long ago.
When I get into the elevator “All I Need” is on. I was obsessed with
“General Hospital” and the relationship between Frisco and Felicia when Tate
and I were kids. The fact that they were together in real life was enough to
make every teenage girl insane. Everyone at school used to joke with us that we
were the Frisco and Felicia of our school. I used to run home from school to
watch each episode and every night when I talked to Tate I would bore him to
tears with all the details of their drama. This song brings back a memory of
Tate and me from the end of that summer before tenth grade.
************
Last night we started talking about sex but we never finished the
conversation and tonight I plan to get some answers.
“Last night before we fell asleep I asked what’s been going on with you
sex but I never really got an answer other than you think about it all the time”
I begin.
Tate sighs and asks, “What do you want to know, Brook?”
I have no idea what I want to know so I respond with the only answer I
can think of, “Everything.”
“Okay, I’ll start from the beginning then. When a man and a woman love
each other very much” Tate says with a smirk I can hear through the phone.
“That’s not what I mean Tater Tot and you know it so spill, now!” I
demand.
“Wow, bossy when it comes to sex aren’t we? Hmm that can have potential”
Tate teases.
“Okay, okay, I’ll try but some of its kind of guy stuff and embarrassing”
he confesses but he continues, “Eric, Bobby’s brother has been answering some
questions Bobby and I have had and he’s kind of been telling us shit, you know
things we’ll need to know how to do so we’re not clueless. He didn’t think we
could get everything he was saying without a visual so he showed us this porno
and explained how it all works. So, I don’t know what to tell you, what do you
want to know? After watching that I think I pretty much know everything now.”
“Um, what exactly are you planning on doing with all this new information?”
I ask, afraid of the answer.
“Brooklynn, I would never look at another girl. You know I want to be
with you and just you. I love
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