Epilogue for "We shook on it"

This is a follow up story for We Shook on It.


At BART station.
Girl picks up a bottle of Aloe Vera juice.
While waiting for boy's arrival.
It's 5 O'clock.
They shake on it.
Yesterday.
On BART.

Boy texts girl at 4 O'clock.
"What if I'm early?"
Girl texts back.
"Cool. See you at 4:30."
Boy texts girl back. 30 minutes later.
"Running 30 minutes late".
Girl buys juice.
Sits in a cafe.
Watches others leave.
Waits for the boy.


Boy shows up.
Calls her by her nickname.
Boy is tall.
Girl is short.
Even in 5 inch heels.
Boy sits down.
Takes a sip of aloe water.
Like sweetened jelly.
Like the sweet girl.
Who is not his wife.

Girl drives boy to her house.
Familiar place to the boy.
No one but the boy has ever been.
Sun is setting over the bay.
Beautiful view.
Garden is blooming.
Neighbor's dog is barking.
Weather is warm like a summer day.
Boy is smiling.
Girl says, "Welcome back home."
Boy says, "I've been wanting to fuck you ever since I got into the car."

Girl laughs.
Boy bends down, half way, to kiss the girl.
Girl thinks, "Does he kiss his wife this way too?"
Boy carries girl to the bedroom.
Lifts her up, sets her down, wraps his arms around girl.
Boy has long arms, long legs, toned body and beautiful face.
Girl wraps boy with her legs, arms around boy's neck.
They embrace, kiss and kiss some more.
Boy takes care of the girl, slowly easing into things.
Girl just wants to kiss.
And kiss shall be.
Boy and girl kiss.
Throughout.
Girl collapses.
Boy follows.
Sun is down.
Boy needs to go home.
To his wife. Girl knows that too.

So many clocks.
Girl likes to collect clocks.
She tickers with them.
When boy is not around.
She fixes them.
Then hangs them.
Boy notices 5 working clocks.
And 10 none working ones.
One working clock says.
It's half pass seven.
Wife is waiting.
Friday evening is date night.

Girl ties her hair in a bun.
Close her backyard door.
That faces a lush garden.
A plum tree. A lemon tree. A rose bush.  A tiny little archway that takes no one nowhere.

Boy wants to score some Blow.
LSD or Acid.
Boy just turned 30.
Boy likes dancing. While high.
Without his wife. Without the girl.

Boy is beautiful and Swedish.
Like Eric Northman from True Blood.
And like Eric Northman.
Boy does not do emotions.
Like a true Scandinavian.

Girl needs to go to a book club.
With four other women.
All not married.
Some with children. Some without.
All in their 40s.
Girl is 40. Never been married.
Never been kissed.
Certainly not like this.

Girl drives boy to BART.
"Have a nice weekend."
Boy waves and smiles.
A proper goodbye is not in order.
In a circumstance like this.