The next morning, Lyulle was excited. I was back into the flow of things. Because it was so regular to see Lyulle for a few days, he’d leave for a while and then return. I jumped right back into gear, expecting for him to dress and leave when it was time to leave. I’d washed the semen away from the night before, as well as any feelings that may have come from the sex.
“So when are you coming back to see the kids?” I asked Lyulle as we were preparing to leave my place for the day.
“What do you mean?” Lyulle asked me, puzzled.
“When should I expect you to be back?” I answered him with the same puzzled look and shocked demeanor.
Lyulle lunged for the doorknob. On the way out the door, he turned to me and said, “Just forget about last night. We will just leave last night where it is.”
I was confused as hell by this act of emotion. Had we communicated on some level that I was unaware of? It was decent sex, but not situation-changing sex. I hadn’t a real emotion, real orgasm, or real interest. To me, it was keep-the-peace sex and business as usual. I had caught the attention of a few good men across this great state and wanted to see how far their interest would go and how deep their feelings were. Someone thought I was amazing. I’d begun to search for that person. Seriously, I was confused. I probably should have pursued an explanation in regard to that, but hey.