library and a really cute guy asked me for coffee. Of course I turned him down because I felt like I’d be betraying Matt. I need to get over it. I’m not going to have one night stands, take numbers or give my own, but I just need to feel good. Dancing the night away will help me.”
“I get it, love. When do you want to go?”
“I’m not sure, but I want you to hold me to it. It may not be for a while, but just encourage me when you plan on going with your friends.”
“Well, we’re going next week.”
“Which club?”
“Calliope, not owned by Pentagon, I know you'd be thinking about it. It’s owned by George and his partner, Vic. You remember them, don’t you?”
“You took me there a while ago. I loved their place, and would love to go. I felt really comfortable there.”
“Great. We’re going on Saturday night. It’s Gay night. You’ll stay here so you’ll pack an overnight.” He determined without my agreement.
“I will. I’m excited.” I heard a phone ringing. “Carson, is there a phone ringing where you are?”
“No. I only have the cell and we’re talking.”
“I think it’s the tablet ringing. It must mean he’s trying to reach me. I blocked him from calling and texting on my cell. I’m going to return the tablet. I’ll be sending it back.”
“Love, you don’t send it back. It was a gift.”
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the thing is bugged. Don’t forget, everything he did was for the benefit of Pentagon.”
“Perla, I’m sure ‘everything’ he did wasn’t for Pentagon’s benefit.” I blushed, and my toes curled with the thought of the things me and Matt did which Pentagon certainly didn’t ask him to do to acquire the Inn. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. I’m trying not to spend it here crying in this tiny little hole, so I’m up for suggestions.”
“We’re going to a practice with the students from Lawrence. The dance students have been working with them last semester and we’re holding a camp this summer. We’re practicing for a fundraising event. I would love your input. Maybe you’ll be up to perform?”
“Carson, I’m too old and stiff to perform, but I would love to help. Other than the fitness classes, I haven’t done anything with dance in such a long time, and you’re working with my people. Thanks for the invite.” I declared.
“Great. I’ll pick you up at nine in the morning. It will be all day, but we buy lunch for the kids and instructors. It’ll be in the school van with volunteer student instructors, so don’t expect luxurious accommodations. I’ll take you back home afterwards in the late afternoon.
“Call me when you’re close to my place, so I can wait downstairs. I’ll see you in the morning, love.”
“’Night!”
I was happy to have a plan to fill the next day. I looked at the tablet and saw he’d called. He also left a text message on the tablet. I deleted it before I read the entire message. I just caught the first few words, ‘Please forgive me. I love . . .’ I never considered having to block him from the tablet. Even though Carson admonished me for sending it back, I didn’t want to keep it. When Matt gave it to me, he stated he would take care of the charges, so I felt beholden. I proceeded to erase applications, usernames and passwords. I deleted the search history and cookies. I wasn’t tech savvy, but I figured the things I did do was enough to eliminate any use of my private information. I’d already felt like my life was being controlled by Pentagon and I wasn’t going to return the tablet with more nuggets to use against me.
I read my book until I got drowsy, and called it a night. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt beside me. The bed was narrower than I’d been used too and I only managed to have my arm fall off the edge of the mattress. My brain caught up to reality and was reminded I was no longer sleeping in Matt’s bed. He was no longer
“I get it, love. When do you want to go?”
“I’m not sure, but I want you to hold me to it. It may not be for a while, but just encourage me when you plan on going with your friends.”
“Well, we’re going next week.”
“Which club?”
“Calliope, not owned by Pentagon, I know you'd be thinking about it. It’s owned by George and his partner, Vic. You remember them, don’t you?”
“You took me there a while ago. I loved their place, and would love to go. I felt really comfortable there.”
“Great. We’re going on Saturday night. It’s Gay night. You’ll stay here so you’ll pack an overnight.” He determined without my agreement.
“I will. I’m excited.” I heard a phone ringing. “Carson, is there a phone ringing where you are?”
“No. I only have the cell and we’re talking.”
“I think it’s the tablet ringing. It must mean he’s trying to reach me. I blocked him from calling and texting on my cell. I’m going to return the tablet. I’ll be sending it back.”
“Love, you don’t send it back. It was a gift.”
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the thing is bugged. Don’t forget, everything he did was for the benefit of Pentagon.”
“Perla, I’m sure ‘everything’ he did wasn’t for Pentagon’s benefit.” I blushed, and my toes curled with the thought of the things me and Matt did which Pentagon certainly didn’t ask him to do to acquire the Inn. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. I’m trying not to spend it here crying in this tiny little hole, so I’m up for suggestions.”
“We’re going to a practice with the students from Lawrence. The dance students have been working with them last semester and we’re holding a camp this summer. We’re practicing for a fundraising event. I would love your input. Maybe you’ll be up to perform?”
“Carson, I’m too old and stiff to perform, but I would love to help. Other than the fitness classes, I haven’t done anything with dance in such a long time, and you’re working with my people. Thanks for the invite.” I declared.
“Great. I’ll pick you up at nine in the morning. It will be all day, but we buy lunch for the kids and instructors. It’ll be in the school van with volunteer student instructors, so don’t expect luxurious accommodations. I’ll take you back home afterwards in the late afternoon.
“Call me when you’re close to my place, so I can wait downstairs. I’ll see you in the morning, love.”
“’Night!”
I was happy to have a plan to fill the next day. I looked at the tablet and saw he’d called. He also left a text message on the tablet. I deleted it before I read the entire message. I just caught the first few words, ‘Please forgive me. I love . . .’ I never considered having to block him from the tablet. Even though Carson admonished me for sending it back, I didn’t want to keep it. When Matt gave it to me, he stated he would take care of the charges, so I felt beholden. I proceeded to erase applications, usernames and passwords. I deleted the search history and cookies. I wasn’t tech savvy, but I figured the things I did do was enough to eliminate any use of my private information. I’d already felt like my life was being controlled by Pentagon and I wasn’t going to return the tablet with more nuggets to use against me.
I read my book until I got drowsy, and called it a night. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt beside me. The bed was narrower than I’d been used too and I only managed to have my arm fall off the edge of the mattress. My brain caught up to reality and was reminded I was no longer sleeping in Matt’s bed. He was no longer
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