Here is an excerpt from my latest collection of stories, Indecent Stories for Decent Women.
Warning: This story is not completely proper.
There is this youngish woman with whom I have been exchanging pleasantries for years, mostly at the coffee shop. Some of the exchanges were slightly off-color. That’s a given. If you are an obviously straight man and fairly presentable and you know a woman for a while and you never make daring allusions to her, she starts disliking you. This woman is not exactly a friend. She is just a friendly person who tends to occupy the same spaces I do. This co-occupancy will often create a sort of link because public space often ends up being kind of tribal, but not always.
My lady acquaintance is quite middle-class looking, not vulgar at all but she has physical advantages she makes no effort to conceal, to say the least. So, I look at her, of course. And her eyes meet my eyes often. She has big laughing eyes. Sometimes, I act the bitch and I play little games with her. I will quickly look away after a brief hello. When I do this, her eyes often seek mine. She does not really want me to ignore her. But I am married and she is “in a relationship,” as they say. We both know there will not be much of anything between us. We are to each other like as an extension of morning coffee.
One day, I bump into her at the coffee shop and I sit with her. Then the Devil grabs a hold of me. I have to tell you, I say, the other day I was sitting right here in the sun, in a half-daze, gazing at you when you were in line in a tight blue dress at the deli across the street. My brain went on sort of automatic. It happens to me often when I am in the sun doing nothing. I began undressing you slowly in my mind.
It was very nice – I tell her – but don’t worry, I kept your black lace panties on so, nothing really happened. She leans over and slaps me in the face, but not too hard. You, idiot – she says – can’t you finish what you begin?
Indecent Stories for Decent Women. (2015) is on Amazon Kindle under the pen name: “Jean René Adolph.” Reflecting on its title will suggest why I am not using my real name in this one. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B018ZYR9DS. Some people are able to download the book on their reading device but I don’t know how they do it