Muy Caliente

A ha.

I have a good story.

It's about Mr. M.

There's some sex involved, beware.

I'll make it as condensed as possible.

...the story, not the sex. Well you know what I mean.

~~~

First of all, I did ask him if he was married. He said he was, but they were separated. He told me he has 2 daughters, early teens, he tells me all about them, lovely girls. Several times I looked at his hand for a sign of a wedding ring, perhaps a tan line from where he took the ring off, is he really "separated?"... Nothing. Perhaps he's telling the truth.

Hmm.

Anyway--

So when we left off, I was getting these cryptic emails from him, saying "I'll see you next week, when I'm not busy" etc. And it seemed like he was hiding something, right? Okay.

I get a call from him, saying "Hey bud, miss you," blah blah blah, "I can't wait to see you, will you be around tomorrow?" I say yes. Let's go for dinner? "Let's just play it by ear when I come over," he says. Fine.

He walks in the door, grabs me, plants a big kiss on me, and we start to screw around.

So much for dinner.

We're lying there, after all has been said and done, and his phone rings. He looks at the caller ID--and his face grows dark, he frowns. But just for a second. "I need to take this, hang on," he says, and then answers the call speaking in Spanish. Which I do not understand, other than "Estoy a la playa," which is "I'm at the beach." And then "...no...no...no." Someone asking something.

And he has to go.

Not right away, but soon thereafter.

~~~

The next time we meet, it's at Starbucks, since he's already near there and I told him I was out. We chat, we hang out...and just as we're being social for once, we go back to my apartment and have sex. (Not that I complain.) This time the phone rings WHILE WE ARE IN BED--as in, uh, do I need to be graphic?--and he is...

Please be advised against the graphic nature of this part but I have to tell it, skip down a few paragraphs if you don't want to read these details

...bent over (!) with me in the midst of performing unspeakable acts of the nitty-gritty variety--and he says "Hang on" and answers it. While I am still all up in there.

He's talking to some guy, presumably a co-worker--with his voice lowered several steps, apparently to sound more manly, "Hey, Anthony, what's goin' on?..." and they discuss some work issue that apparently needed to be taken care of at that very moment. Again, I don't know what he's talking about, much of the conversation is in Spanish.

He hangs up, says "Sorry, I had to take that call," and just turns back around like nothing happened. And I ask, "Are you still supposed to be at work?" and he says "Yeah, I'm playing hookey." So I ask, "Did you mention to Anthony that you are in the process of getting fucked in the ass?" He laughs, and says "No." And...we just keep going.

~~~

Several days pass, and he comes over again. Pleasantries exchanged, chat chat chat, and we're once again in the bed. And THIS time, his phone rings, he answers it, talks for a little while, and then says "...where do you want to go?...what time?...11? No, 10:30. Yes, 10:30. Okay." And when he hangs up, he smiles and says "Sorry, that was my daughter, she wants to go to the movies."

I casually asked, "Where's their mom?"

And he says..."She's at a meeting."

Really.

If they were separated, I wouldn't think he'd know her nightly whereabouts.

...and as if he knew what I was thinking, he followed with "...she asked if I could take the girls for the night." But then...if their mother didn't want them home alone, why were they at his house, if he knew he was going to spend the evening with me?

~~~

And then none of this detective work matters.

The weekend comes, and I'm walking down the street--lots of tourists, everyone comes to Lincoln Road now--and as I approact the corner to go to my apartment, I see him.

With his daughters.

...and a woman who is obviously his wife.

She looks just like the girls. And she walks snuggled up against his arm, in the familiar way that only comes from years of being together.

So I stand there, watching them meander down the street, he and his wife holding hands while their daughters jabber away a few steps in front of them. The wife is really pretty, shiny hair the perfect shade of blond, she must get it done in Coral Gables. And as they walk past my street, he casually looks up the block towards my building. Which I knew he would do. And that is why I made sure I was standing right there, so he could see me. I wanted to make sure he knew I was there, and that I had seen him, and that it would be best for him to not call me again.

And as he looks up the street, he freezes for just a moment, and then keeps walking like nothing happened. His wife looks at him, and I can see her mouth say "What?" and his response of "Nothing," as she looks around to see what caught his attention. And then they just keep walking.

I guess that's over.

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