Beacon Street, Bogie vanquished her from his thoughts and started up the slope. As he moved past the State House on the right and the Boston Common on his left, he got his rhythm and kept moving. Crossing Arlington Street he almost smiled knowing this street was a line of demarcation between the Beacon Hill Area, where the McGruder’s claimed they lived, and the Back Bay, where they actually lived. It didn’t take long before he reached the brownstone. When he approached it, he saw Jeannie’s banged-up, gray Toyota Forerunner parked twenty feet from the McGruder townhouses. Bogie was surprised to see the Forerunner on the street. He heard Jeannie had lost her driver’s license years earlier for too many DUI’s.
As he ran across Berkley Street, Bailey snuck back into his head and wouldn’t leave. Those full pouty lips that begged to be kissed! Oh, how she gave him those adoring looks when she was eighteen years old! He thought it was ‘cute’ having someone so young having a crush on him. He refused to admit that he loved her and cast aside her overtures telling her she was too young for him. When he saw the hurt etched on her face, he wanted to rip his tongue out but reminded himself he was raising a young girl. What kind of example would that set for his daughter? Rather than apologize, he quickly found a condo for Bailey and her twin brother Jack to live while they attended Boston University. He made sure it was on the other side of the city so they would only see each other on holidays.
As he ran across Clarendon Street, Bailey’s tear-filled eyes took over his brain and studied him as he again rejected her when she graduated from Boston University. She was going to Suffolk Law School and she would, he was sure, meet someone her own age. Again, Bogie rejected her advances. But that time, her hurt was more tinged with anger.
Crossing Dartmouth, Bogie almost smiled remembering Bailey in her second year of law school. Her uncle had died, and she and Jack needed a co-signer for their student loans. Jack was grateful. When he told Bailey that he had remarried, she was enraged. Rather than thanking him for co-signing for her loan, she punched him in the mouth and walked away. That was a surprise!
But then he remembered their law school graduation celebration at the Four Seasons Hotel. That made up for the waiting and abuse he’d endured. He finally believed she loved him as much as he loved her. Although he was still committed to a sham marriage, he told Bailey the marriage would end and they would be together without discussing any details with her.
Sex with Bailey was incredible. Bogie never felt like that before in his life. He melted into her and wanted more and more. When they were together, he’d start thinking of the next time they would meet. Remembering those times, Bogie wished he had a ‘do over’. He should have told her about his plans, his dreams for their future.
Chastising himself as he ran, Bogie checked out the large brownstones on Beacon Street that had been built as single-family dwellings to showcase the owners’ wealth. They had long since been converted to businesses, condos or apartment buildings since few could afford the upkeep on them. He wanted to run to Mass Ave, but figured that counting the return trip to the hotel he’d clock in his minimum daily requirement of exercise.
After his run, Bogie walked back up Beacon Street carrying his suitcase, laptop case and a bag of groceries purchased at a local convenience store. As he walked past the State House again, he was glad that he had checked out of the Omni Parker ten minutes after he took his post-run shower because now he was not in a good mood. He was unhappy when Carlos didn’t answer his cell phone or the office phone. Bogie left a terse message on the answering machine then noticed that he barely had two reception bars left on his cell phone. That was when he remembered that his phone charger was in the zippered section of
As he ran across Berkley Street, Bailey snuck back into his head and wouldn’t leave. Those full pouty lips that begged to be kissed! Oh, how she gave him those adoring looks when she was eighteen years old! He thought it was ‘cute’ having someone so young having a crush on him. He refused to admit that he loved her and cast aside her overtures telling her she was too young for him. When he saw the hurt etched on her face, he wanted to rip his tongue out but reminded himself he was raising a young girl. What kind of example would that set for his daughter? Rather than apologize, he quickly found a condo for Bailey and her twin brother Jack to live while they attended Boston University. He made sure it was on the other side of the city so they would only see each other on holidays.
As he ran across Clarendon Street, Bailey’s tear-filled eyes took over his brain and studied him as he again rejected her when she graduated from Boston University. She was going to Suffolk Law School and she would, he was sure, meet someone her own age. Again, Bogie rejected her advances. But that time, her hurt was more tinged with anger.
Crossing Dartmouth, Bogie almost smiled remembering Bailey in her second year of law school. Her uncle had died, and she and Jack needed a co-signer for their student loans. Jack was grateful. When he told Bailey that he had remarried, she was enraged. Rather than thanking him for co-signing for her loan, she punched him in the mouth and walked away. That was a surprise!
But then he remembered their law school graduation celebration at the Four Seasons Hotel. That made up for the waiting and abuse he’d endured. He finally believed she loved him as much as he loved her. Although he was still committed to a sham marriage, he told Bailey the marriage would end and they would be together without discussing any details with her.
Sex with Bailey was incredible. Bogie never felt like that before in his life. He melted into her and wanted more and more. When they were together, he’d start thinking of the next time they would meet. Remembering those times, Bogie wished he had a ‘do over’. He should have told her about his plans, his dreams for their future.
Chastising himself as he ran, Bogie checked out the large brownstones on Beacon Street that had been built as single-family dwellings to showcase the owners’ wealth. They had long since been converted to businesses, condos or apartment buildings since few could afford the upkeep on them. He wanted to run to Mass Ave, but figured that counting the return trip to the hotel he’d clock in his minimum daily requirement of exercise.
After his run, Bogie walked back up Beacon Street carrying his suitcase, laptop case and a bag of groceries purchased at a local convenience store. As he walked past the State House again, he was glad that he had checked out of the Omni Parker ten minutes after he took his post-run shower because now he was not in a good mood. He was unhappy when Carlos didn’t answer his cell phone or the office phone. Bogie left a terse message on the answering machine then noticed that he barely had two reception bars left on his cell phone. That was when he remembered that his phone charger was in the zippered section of
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