Sue and Tom by Buffy Andrews Page B

Klondike whimpered the entire fifteen-minute drive to his house.
    I parked along the street, behind a car I didn’t recognize. I opened the back door and Klondike bolted in, running from room to room as if he were looking for something or someone.
    “It’s about time you got…”
    I turned around. My mouth dropped to the floor —and so did my heart. There was Rachel in eight-inch fuck me spike heels, wearing a lacy thong and heart-shaped nipple covers with tassels.
    She put her hand to her heart. “Oh. It’s you. I was expecting Tom.” She licked her lips like a bar room tramp.
    I could feel my face turning red. I pulled back my lips and bared my teeth. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
    “Me?” she asked, her little nipple tassels jiggling. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”
    All I could think about was getting away from her, away from this house. It was like Steve all over again. My heart was breaking and I couldn’t stop the tears from coming. I ran to my car as fast as I could and took off.
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
    Tom
     
    When I got home, the house was dark. I smiled, thinking about Sue waiting for me upstairs.
    Klondike knows the sound of my car, and he was waiting for me just inside the back door. I gave him a big hug and a quick belly rub and went up to Sue. I looked over at the bed. Sue was completely under the covers. I figured she was playing possum. So I got naked and crawled in next to her. When I reach around her to pull her over, I realized that it wasn’t Sue.
    “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Rachel,” I yelled, jumping out of bed. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I pulled on my jeans and shirt.
    She uncovered herself. “Oh come on now, Tiger. Is that anyway to greet an old flame —one you were going to marry?”
    “Jesus, no. No. Klondike’s here. Which means Sue was here. Did Sue see you?”
    Rachel got out of bed and came toward me. “You mean that little mouse of a girl you‘ve been playing with? Of course she saw me. I thought it was you coming home. Imagine my surprise when it was Little Miss Debbie Cakes. She is a little doll, but not near enough woman for you.” She shook her tits so her tassels swayed.
    “Get the fuck out of my house or I ’ll rip those tassels off your tits. And if you ever pull another stunt like this, I’ll file harassment charges. Now get out!”
    “My, my, my. Such a bad temper. What happened to my pussycat of a man?”
    “He turned into a tiger when he learned what a real woman was all about.”
     
    ***
     
    Sue
     
    I wasn’t sure where I was going. The only thing I knew is that I had to get away from Tom’s house and that slut as fast as I could.
    The scene played over and over in my mind. Rachel, thinking I was Tom, walking into the kitchen. Rachel, wearing that sexy get-up, looking like she was ready to perform at a strip club. She obviously had a key to Tom’s place. Why would she still have the key? Maybe they did get together. Maybe Tom still felt something for her. After all, they were engaged and he didn’t tell me about that. My head was full of mixed thoughts. I was trying to make sense of the scene and what it might have meant.
    My heart physically hurt. Tears soaked my face. Damn! I was mad at myself for allowing my heart to be broken again. I swore I would never let it happen, never fall in love with a guy and give him this power over me. But I thought Tom was different. I thought I could trust him. I thought, even though he didn’t say it, that he loved me. I knew I loved him. And look what it got me.
    I wasn’t sure where to go, but I knew I needed to be alone. So I just drove, taking roads I’d never been on before. It was only when I realized my gas tank was on E that I pulled into a convenience store to fill up. I saw that Tom had called, but he was the last person I wanted to talk to or see. I turned off my phone, not wanting to be bothered the rest of the night.
    After I filled