“That
low-down-dirty-rotten-cheating-son-of-a…”
“Whoa, Harlow. Slow down a moment.
Take a deep breath and tell me who you’re talking about,” Jess said.
“Charlie, that’s who.” She swigged
the ice cold beer and slammed the bottle on the bar.
“Charlie? As in the can’t perform,
Charlie?” Harlow watched her blue eyes lit up like a Fourth of July firework
display.
“The one and only. Only he really
can perform. It just depends on the participant.”
“I’m confused. Did the doctor
prescribe him the little blue pill to cure his issue?”
Harlow nearly choked on her beer at
the thought.
“No, it seems the only issue there
is or was, was me. I went to his office to surprise him. I dressed in a sexy
pink lace bra and panties, covered only by my long black coat. Oh, stop looking
at me like that. I know its cliché, but what was I supposed to do? It’s been
months since we’ve had sex. I was desperate.”
“So what happened?” She leaned on
the edge of the bar stool, waiting for the grand finale of the story.
“I walked into his office to find
his boss spread out on his desk. Charlie was pounding away at her. He wasn’t
having any troubles performing.”
“What did he say?”
“Ha! What could he say? He was too
busy to notice I’d walked in.”
“Oh. My. God! So did you just leave?’
“Are you serious? Me, walk away,
while my boyfriend is bopping his boss on his desk? Nah. I walked right up to
them and cleared my throat. When the two finally realized they weren’t alone,
they stopped. It was more like Charlie froze. I think he might have had
performance issues after that. His boss tried covering herself, but there
wasn’t anything close by for her to grab. She demanded I get out of the
building immediately.”
“Did you leave?”
“Yup. I wished them both luck and
walked casually out the door.”
“You didn’t scream, yell or cry?”
“Nope.” And she hadn’t. She thought
for sure once she left his office building the tears would flow like a raging
river. Only they didn’t. The only thing Harlow felt since catching Charlie
cheating was anger, bitterness and relief. She felt like she wasted her time
with someone who just wasn’t worth it, but she was happy to realize she was
free.
“I can’t believe it.” Jess blew out
a low whistle. “Have you told Bev?”
Harlow shook her head. “I couldn’t
get a hold of her, but I left her a message so maybe she’ll show up.
Jess turned away from Harlow. The
look on her face didn’t look surprised anymore it looked – nervous.
“Jess. Is there something I should
know?” They’d been friends for over twenty years. They went to grade school
together. Harlow could tell when something was bothering her best friend. That
and the fact that she was attempting to peel the label off the bottle, that
didn’t exist.
“No. It’s just that…”
“Spill it, now!”
“There you are,” Bev gasped,
plopping into the seat next to Harlow. “I’ve been scanning the inside bar for
the last fifteen minutes. I even staked out the ladies room, but couldn’t find
you guys anywhere. What’s the emergency?”
With the warm summer night, Harlow
had chosen the bar on the deck. Not only for the magnificent view of the boats
bobbing in the water or lighthouse in the distance, no she thought it only
fitting given her current situation. The irony wasn’t lost as she watched the
waves crashing against the shore, and then pulling back out to sea. She felt
her relationship was just like the ocean, smashing against the rocks,
shattering into a million pieces.
“Did we interrupt something?” Harlow
asked. Bev’s short whippy red hair was more disheveled than usual.
“Nothing I didn’t need rescuing
from,” she said, catching her breath. “I was knee-deep in a history project on
Egyptian pyramids for Rachel’s school. I’m telling ya, if I have to see another
piece of Styrofoam or a glue gun I’m gonna scream. No offense, Jess.”
“None taken,” she said, raising her
beer bottle in salute.