The Morning After
I stumbled out into the kitchen surprisingly early. Well, it was still morning. I couldn't find my phone and I was looking for a clock. Daniel was in the kitchen dressed and ready to go. It was 7.30am.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Good morning sleepy head."
"Good morning worker..."
"I've got to go," said Daniel. He skulled the last of his coffee, put the cup in the sink...
"In the dishwasher," I said.
"Sorry." He shoved a piece of toast into his mouth and started to exit the kitchen to the back yard to where our cars are parked.
This is not how I saw this going? Really? Not one word. I may have just done the worst action of my life, I didn’t expect silence.
I so wanted to say something. Ask how it was? I’ve always just been a perve. I sometimes wonder if I suffer from sex addiction?
Daniel got to the door when he turned around. "I'm guessing you had something to do with that last night?"
"Oh, yeah... um... she was horny," I said. "You were the only one around here that fitted that bill.”
“What?” He sounded exasperated.
“You were expecting me to… um… make her forget her husband.”
“Jesus, Joe,” Daniel said. He held his hands to his head, as if that was the first time he’d actually thought of Joe in all of this?
So… so, that was… okay?”
Daniel looked very serious and momentarily I thought it hadn't been okay.
“How? Why? And what the fuck, Josh.”
“So, it wasn’t okay?”
“What possessed you?”
“How do you know it was me?”
“Pippa told me.”
“That seems to be a very one sided view of the evening.”
“I haven’t told you anything yet?”
“What did she say?”
“You led her to my bedroom and opened the door.”
“Okay. Well? Um? What?”
“You didn’t lead her to my bedroom and open the door?”
“Oh, come on, that…”
“Okay, tell me that you didn’t?”
“Okay. Well? Um? She seems to have got that bit right.”
“So?”
“You were complaining about lack of it. Then she was complaining about the lack of it. It seemed like the perfect answer to stop her talking about it.”
“You, or me, then?” said Daniel.
“Afraid so.”
“You, or me, bro?”
“What can I say,” I said. “So, are we good?”
"Yeah... sure.” Daniel tried not to smile at some memory, clearly of last night, but couldn’t stop himself. “She seemed to like it."
I rolled my hands over in the air and pulled a happy face. "Everybody was happy?"
"I guess," said Daniel. “What about fucken Joe?”
I snorted in derision. “It’s a bit late to be thinking about that.”
Daniel still seemed aghast, staring off as if trying to sneak a glimpse of the future... where Joe punches him in the face. He looked at me, still with the look of anguish on his face. The minute his gaze met mine, he wiped his facial expression back to calm Daniel. Then he shrugged. "When do I ever see Joe?
“Are you seriously saying this is the first time you have thought of Joe?”
“What time have I had?” said Daniel. “I literally woke up 5 minutes ago.”
“Well, don’t start thinking about it now.”
He looked at me, as if he was about to say something else. He took a breath and changed his mind. “Gotta go."
I headed to the shower.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Good morning sleepy head."
"Good morning worker..."
"I've got to go," said Daniel. He skulled the last of his coffee, put the cup in the sink...
"In the dishwasher," I said.
"Sorry." He shoved a piece of toast into his mouth and started to exit the kitchen to the back yard to where our cars are parked.
This is not how I saw this going? Really? Not one word. I may have just done the worst action of my life, I didn’t expect silence.
I so wanted to say something. Ask how it was? I’ve always just been a perve. I sometimes wonder if I suffer from sex addiction?
Daniel got to the door when he turned around. "I'm guessing you had something to do with that last night?"
"Oh, yeah... um... she was horny," I said. "You were the only one around here that fitted that bill.”
“What?” He sounded exasperated.
“You were expecting me to… um… make her forget her husband.”
“Jesus, Joe,” Daniel said. He held his hands to his head, as if that was the first time he’d actually thought of Joe in all of this?
So… so, that was… okay?”
Daniel looked very serious and momentarily I thought it hadn't been okay.
“How? Why? And what the fuck, Josh.”
“So, it wasn’t okay?”
“What possessed you?”
“How do you know it was me?”
“Pippa told me.”
“That seems to be a very one sided view of the evening.”
“I haven’t told you anything yet?”
“What did she say?”
“You led her to my bedroom and opened the door.”
“Okay. Well? Um? What?”
“You didn’t lead her to my bedroom and open the door?”
“Oh, come on, that…”
“Okay, tell me that you didn’t?”
“Okay. Well? Um? She seems to have got that bit right.”
“So?”
“You were complaining about lack of it. Then she was complaining about the lack of it. It seemed like the perfect answer to stop her talking about it.”
“You, or me, then?” said Daniel.
“Afraid so.”
“You, or me, bro?”
“What can I say,” I said. “So, are we good?”
"Yeah... sure.” Daniel tried not to smile at some memory, clearly of last night, but couldn’t stop himself. “She seemed to like it."
I rolled my hands over in the air and pulled a happy face. "Everybody was happy?"
"I guess," said Daniel. “What about fucken Joe?”
I snorted in derision. “It’s a bit late to be thinking about that.”
Daniel still seemed aghast, staring off as if trying to sneak a glimpse of the future... where Joe punches him in the face. He looked at me, still with the look of anguish on his face. The minute his gaze met mine, he wiped his facial expression back to calm Daniel. Then he shrugged. "When do I ever see Joe?
“Are you seriously saying this is the first time you have thought of Joe?”
“What time have I had?” said Daniel. “I literally woke up 5 minutes ago.”
“Well, don’t start thinking about it now.”
He looked at me, as if he was about to say something else. He took a breath and changed his mind. “Gotta go."
I headed to the shower.
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