It was Isabelle’s turn in writing group this week. She brought the final scene of her epic Greek erotic adventure in which all the characters come together for a final glorious orgy in the underworld, the penultimate happy ending. But Isabelle is isn’t just a dirty-talker; she’s an imaginative wordsmith with an original style and this scene included several surprising and detailed vignettes written with such an inventive technique and a gourmet appreciation that by the end of the meeting, every cheek was flushed. Kinko the teenager couldn’t stop giggling and even Karen squirmed in her seat.
After group, Drew and Wayne walk two blocks to a neighborhood cocktail bar for a drink. It has an old neon sign and bars over the windows and naughahyde booths. 9:30 on a Thursday night and the clientele consists of three old guys perched at the bar like greasy pigeons and a sleazy-looking couple slouched in a booth. This is not the kind of bar you go to if you’re looking to get laid.
That’s what Wayne whispers in Drew’s ear as they slide into the two seats at the foot of the L shaped bar. She laughs. They have seen so little of each other these last few months that they’re acting like strangers–smiling too hard, telling long stories about mundane events, insisting on paying for this round or the next one for sure and it takes about three drinks before Drew loosens up. She doesn’t even notice that he’s not keeping up with her, is still sipping his dry three-olived martini while she, who never knows what to order, has had a gin and tonic, one bourbon and coke, and now sips something the bartender recommended, pink stuff from a tall glass. The room is starting to buzz. Drew gapes at Wayne and grips the vinyl edge of the bar with both hands. “So what are you going to do? Is he going to live with you forever?”
Wayne shakes his head. “I don’t know.”
“Where does he sleep?”
“On the sofa.”
“Is he cute?”
“If you like big eyes and soft skin.”
Drew narrows her eyes. “You do. You do like big eyes and soft skin.”
A large portion of this chapter has been deleted.
To read more, contact me and we can discuss publication. (!)