Posey ignores me. “What’s the difference between me and a pair of glasses?”
I roll my eyes.
“Glasses sit higher on your face.”
I blink.
Blink again.
Let the hammer fall from my hands, hitting my big toe with the head when it drops to the ground with a thump.
She didnotjust say that.
Sweet, innocent, kindergarten teacher Posey didnotjust say that.
Red tank. Red bow in her hair.
Smooth legs.
Bare feet.
She looks like a fucking prude.
My brain wonders; how bad can a good girl get?
She’s still standing there, plucking imaginary lint off the front of her shirt; three buttons straining from her breasts pushing against the fabric. How I didn’t notice when she first walked out here, I do not know.
“Why do I wear panties with flowers on them?”
I brace myself, knowing she’s trying to set me up, hoping she’ll make me smile.
Joke’s on her.
I won’t.
“Why?”
My temporary roommate makes the sign of the cross before looking up toward the heavens.
“In loving memory of all the faces that have been buried there.”
I swear to fucking God, my mouth falls open, damned if it doesn’t. The hammer still lies at my feet, cookies and lemonade and boards forgotten. The sight of Posey’s satisfied smile has me frozen in this spot on the ground.
Suddenly, she bursts out laughing. “Oh my God, you should see your face.”
The laugh is…so…
What the fuck is going on right now?
Why…how is she such a pervert? How does she look so cute and sound so…so…
Fucking dirty?
Okay, so maybe notdirty. I’ve heard way worse shit before, especially when I was younger. Those teammates of mine were dogs. But never, not really from a female and not one who looked like her.
I can’t fucking even.
My brain can’t muster up a single goddamn decent or intelligent comeback, not after it’s been rattled like this.