The weekend was not without contact between Vincent and Nadrea, but no quality time of any sort was spent together they might as well have been on different continents. A few passing conversations, an occasional indecent text message begging for Vincent’s reply. Which of course he did, nothing at the time seemed quite as fun as talking dirty by painstakingly typing out one letter at a time on a phone’s keypad. There was a brief series of instant messages during all things a tax planning review. Vincent attempted to end the exchange with “That was really sick! Stay right where you are, the morality police are on their way”
“Why?…to take me away to bible camp?”
Vincent “Have fun at bible camp but call me when they let you out some of that stuff sounded fun”
Nadrea “The Bible is full of kinky stuff”
Vincent “Wouldn’t know I don’t’ read anything with out glossy pictures or numbers”
Nadrea “So what do you read” she already had a good idea”
Vincent “ Porno mags and Kiplinger”
She thought to herself that she now knew how to really get his attention, pasted an edible spread sheet on her inner thighs with the total next to a critical spot. So as the sales tax liability task force blithered on about California’s rogue state tax laws the IM’s continued.
Vincent “Talking about tax law”
Nadrea “Oooh, I’m aroused!”
Nadrea saw this as the perfect opportunity for a little more blatant cyber
Sex. Vincent however declined stating that he had to pay attention to this part.
Vincent “Go pack your bag for bible camp”
Nadrea “Can I pack my toys?” she asked one last attempt at distracting him.
Vincent “Yes, but chances are you’ll be playing with yourself”
Nadrea shot back “Like now!”
Vincent did not respond.
Nadrea then added “Maybe I can find a nice preachers daughter to play with.”
Vincent “Bye” and he was logged off and gone.
Late Sunday afternoon Nadrea’s cell phone rings. At the time she was late for drinks with friends. Most peoples idea of brunch on a Sunday is somewhere between ten and two thirty at the latest. Nadrea how ever believed in Linner a combination of lunch and dinner that consisted mostly of drinks and a little food somewhere in the time frame of 3:30 to 6:00. She was supposed to have been there between four and four fifteen, the time was in fact 4:46. She felt that this was more or less on time for the type of event so as she sat in the back of a cab in her heels and jeans, the cell phone was ringing away with the obscure ring tone she had selected for Vincent.
Nadrea liked ring tones, she compartmentalized the people in her life with them. If you were a work related caller in her address book your ring tone was “For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica. Various categories of friends from drinking buddies, whose tone consequently was the soon to be classic Black Eyed Peas “Get it started” to a simple ring ring sound for the acquaintances and of course her choice for lovers featured “Get Off” by Prince. Daddy’s numbers including his secretary and support staff all were set to “New York New York” and Mommy’s was set to Elton John’s “The Bitch is Back” although she vacillated and struggled with the thought that perhaps the song would be better suited as a sub category for her male gay friends. Donna and a few others each had their own ring tone. Vincent had recently been added to this category with The Killers “Mr. Bright Eyes”, she sang the “it was only a kiss it was only a kiss” to her Armenian cab driver before answering, who wisely ignored her. Greeting Vincent with a bitchy “Are you done?”
“No Nod, not yet.”
Exhaling heavily reminiscent of a frustrated twelve year old who was bound and determined to control her own little universe but was failing at it.
“Any time soon?”
Vincent was all business “No ,I decided to take the train up today.” He paused through the silence he could almost feel the disappointment Nadrea had. He continued on “I jumped on the 3:25 pm regional, the last Acela was at 2:00pm. We’re working the whole way up and will finish in the office after we get in.”
“So when are you coming back?” hoping since he had left early that he might be back early as well, Nadrea hadn’t planned on seeing him but if he was in town there was still hope.
“That’s why I called” No sooner than the words left his lips Nadrea hoped would be back on Wednesday instead of late Friday. Instead Vincent offered “I thought you could come up and spend the weekend in the City” not at all what she was hoping for at first. She asked “What day?”
“Friday for sure but I’m also open Thursday after work if you want to.”
Nadrea paused “Ok, I’ll be there Thursday, have you booked your return train?”
“Not yet why?” Vincent asked.
“Just wondering” was her response, she was in fact wondering but she was contemplating whether or not to see her parents while in the city. So now Nadrea was going to the city for a few nights, she planned to take a 6:00am up Thursday morning and work from her firm’s NY office for two days. The cab pulled up and Nadrea wondered in her usually late self for drinks, no one was surprised by her arrival time.
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