Video games chat were sitting in the kitchen of Freddie’s mothers house and we were drinking from Freddie’s mother’s liquor cabinet. I had a very weak whiskey and coke and he was doing shots and washing them down with seven up. Freddie was waxing loquacious about his love life when there was a knock at the video chat clients screen door.
Freddie said, “Yeah.”
I heard the voice of Sharon, the lady that rented the apartment above the garage, ask, “Freddie, ya’ll got any lemons? I wanna make some lemonade and I am out of lemons. If ya’ll give me some I’ll bring you some lemonade when it’s made.”
Freddie answered, “Sure, I got plenty of lemons how many ya need?”
“About 6 will do I think.” Sharon responded.
Freddie replied, “Sure, no problem.” And he went to the fridge and pulled out a paper sack full of lemons and took it to the door and opened the screen and handed the bag to Sharon.
With the screen open I could see Sharon standing there, she had on a white blouse and a pair of pink short-shorts, the kind of things that video games chat popular in those days. She was not an unattractive woman, strawberry blonde hair, perky breasts, flat belly, and a very nice ass, but she would never stop traffic with her looks.
She looked into the kitchen saw me sitting there and smiled at me and said, “Oh, hi Joey. I didn’t know that you were here too.” Then she asked me, “Would You want some lemonade too?”
I said, “Sure would Sharon.”
She responded, “Ok, I’ll bring you a glass too.” And she started to leave.
As I said earlier, record video chat had been throwing back shots and he was feeling pretty frisky so as she started to turn he put his hand on her shoulder and turned her back and said, “You know, you could squeeze my lemons any time you want to Sharon.”
She looked at him quizzically for a heartbeat or two before she got his meaning. You could see her eyebrows arch and a wry smile cross her lips before she replied, “No thanks Freddie, I’m an old married woman, and besides your mother is a friend video chat server mine.”
Never wanting to take no for an answer and probably wanting to impress me with his prowess with women, Freddie ran his hand down off her shoulder and across her breast. He cupped her breast and gently squeezed it before he said, “So much the better that you’re married, I like married women.”
Sharon looked at video games chat for a second and replied, “Freddie, you’re drunk, and if you don’t take your hand away I am going to tell your mother that you have been raiding her booze again. |
