…most of us starts out and ends up in bedrooms…
Monroe D. Underwood
I knocked.
The door opened.
Silently.
I stepped into a hallway.
I dropped my suitcase and waited for my eyes to adjust to the sudden dimness.
The door swung closed.
Just as silently.
I detected the faint scent of lilac.
Brandy Alexander stood to my right.
She wore form-fitting black satin pajamas and black patent leather spike heels.
She slipped into my arms.
Her lilac perfume wafted over me.
I held her close and buried my face in her thick dark wavy hair.
I ran a hand up and down her back.
Further down than up.
Brandy looked at me.
Her liquid brown eyes were wide.
Her perfect nostrils were flared.
Her voice was soft and husky-sweet.
She said oh Jesus Jonah and Judas Iscariot!
I said you took the words right out of my mouth.
Brandy glued her lips to mine.
After a while she said hi Purdue.
Dreamily.
I shrugged.
I said Brandy you win.
I said where the hell’s the bedroom?
Brandy stepped back.
She smiled and shook her head.
She said not now Purdue please.
She said we’ll make love after the football game.
I said my God Brandy it’ll be six hours before the football game starts.
Brandy said yes and that’s just the point.
She said I don’t want you leaving for a football game when we’re only half through.