Meet Me (2 page)

He was fun, though.
Funny too.
Mr. Witty.
Mr. Clever.
Mr.
make
all the women want him.
Profile pic all hot.
Probably
fat
as a barn with
titties
bigger than
mine
.
Well, that wouldn’t take much.
Titties
bigger than
my
ass
, then
.
And an inverted penis.
I
giggled at the image in
my
head.

And
Morgan
!
He
surely
didn’t like the dude. It was
kinda
cute how much he
inboxed
me
about being wary of him. If
I
didn’t know better, he seemed
jealous.
I
smiled, happy with the idea that he might be.
Morgan
was such
a
damn
sweetie. What
I
wouldn’t give to have a husband like that.
So damn attentive and supportive.
E
ven supported
my
sad
attempts at writing.
Always finding something sweet and
encouraging
to say
, making
me
feel like
I
could accomplish anything.
Now
that there
was one hell of a man.
And
always respectful.
Loved
Morgan
for that.
Just hated how
I
didn’t know what he looked like. Probably best.

I want to meet you.

Steve’s words played in
my
head.
Steve, Steve, stupid
,
Steve.
There for
only
two weeks and making that kind of move.
And
oh,
the way
Morgan
came unglued
when
I’d
told him
S
t
evo
inboxed
that to
me
!
Even confronted him in the main
group.
Like a
K
night!
Sha
!
I
really needed to thank him tomorrow. Even though it was way overboard, it was the thought that counted.

Wonder what
Mr. Stevie
was doing now
?
Probably jacking off to some woman’s naked pic.
Maybe Sally’s.
He seemed to be into her too. Liking all her shit she posted like a little horny puppy. Wonder if he carried on conversations with her in private too?
What a player
.
I needed to talk to the girls about him. See what they thought.
Find out who all he
was being fresh with. Loi
s had the nose of a
cyber
-
hound dog, she could find shit out.
And
Gloria
missed her calling as a detective. And Sheri
…well she was
an all-
around mastermind
in
general
. T
hey’d find out
.

I
smiled, t
hank
ing
God for them.
They were
road blocks between
me
and th
e
cliff
that called to
me
daily.
The one
th
at
Thelma and Louise drove right the hell off of.

Chapter Two

I
breezed into the kitchen and
began chore roll call.
“Seth,
you’re on dish duty today,
get
it going.”

“But I thought we were switching?” he yelled from the back of the house.

“Not in the middle of the week, we’re not.
Monday.”
I
poured
my
second cup of coffee. Breakfast was done
. “Everybody get their teeth brushed?”

I
listened to their answers, counting heads
with each
yes.
As usual, one
missing
.
“
Trevor
?”

“I
am
.”

T
hat meant he
hadn’t
but
was
now.
I
sighed, spooning creamer
into the cup
.
R
eally needed to work with
that kid m
ore. He was six and behaved like
a
three
year old
in his chores.
I
spooned
in
sugar
,
knowing it was
my
fault. When had
I
gotten tired of training the kids?
The only answer
I
found was how much
easier
it was
to let the older kids carry the load rather than fight
with the little ones
.

S
tirr
ing my
brew,
I
put the spoon in the sink and took a sip.
Then another.
Ti
red of fighting, that’s what
I
was
, that was
my
problem
.

“
Tim,
can you help
with Abigail’s
teeth? Is e
verybody still working?”

“Already did,” Tim called.

I
headed to inspect
, s
topping at the first bedroom
.
I
peered in and surveyed the progress. “Just a few more things, you’
re doing
good
.
Don’t forget to tidy the tops of the dressers.
”

Rebekah
smiled, proud
ly
. “Look at my dresser top.”

“Ah yes, very good. You’re awesome!”

I
turned and calle
d over
my
shoulder. “
Trevor? Are you done with your teeth yet?”

“
Yeeesss
.”
His tone droned robotic
.
If that kid wasn’t so damn cute,
I’d
ring his neck.

“Come get this closet straightened then
little man
. And pick up the hallway. That’s the only chores you have, you need to start doing that without being told.”

Trevor drove his car along the wall.
“
Kaaaaayyyy
.”

I
peeked in the
living
room. “As soon as you’re done in here Tim, start your school, but make sure you do a good job, under the desks, on top, pretend you’re looking with my eyes, you can see as well as I can, so please do it right.”

“Yes mam.”

I
needed to remember how cooperative Tim was and reward him.
Not
even Sam
was that good. Course not a surprise I guess for sixteen.
I
headed to the kitchen.
“
Becky
, don’t forget the laundry chore when you’re done in the bedroom.”

“I won’t.
But mom, can Trevor help with the dirty clothes?
”

“Yes, Trevor, help your sister with the dirty clothes
.
”

“But I’m doing my chores!”

“After, I mean.”
I
sat on the couch and pulled
my
computer onto
my
lap and flipped it open.

8:30.
Making
good time this morning
. But that
meant late to say hi i
n the group. Oh well.
Would just
hodgepodge
their
visit in inbox.
I
logged
on
to
F
acebook and
opened
our
little group chat.

Tasha
:
Morning ladies.

I
checked mail while wait
ing
for the
blong
, indicating somebody answered
my
call. Not ten seconds,
I
got it and opened the
F
acebook page. Not the group.
Morgan.

I
s
miled and
opened the box.

Morgan
:
Hey beautiful.

My
eyes widened at the odd but pleasant greeting.

Tasha
:
Well m
orning
handsome!

Morgan
:
I have something for you.

Flutters tickled
my
gut.

Tasha
:
What’s
that.

Morgan
: That pic you’ve been whining about.

My jaw dropped
in shock while
typing.

Tasha
:
As if I’d believe that was actually you.

I
chewed
my
lower
lip, waiting.
Wa
i
ting.
Waiting.

Morgan
:
(www.pic.photo.bucket.134hei023)
Click it.

I
pursed
my
lips feeling weird. What was he doing? Why?
I
dart
ed a look around.
This was so not
Morgan’s
behavior. Was this about Stevie
W
onder?

Tasha
:
Better not be nothing x rated, I have kids.

Morgan
:
I know you do.

I
clicked it,
squinting
my
eyes in preparation,
hoping he wasn’t a hippo
.
Or
a hunk.
I
snorted when the image came up of a man in a suit, head cut off.

Tasha
:
Oh wow. That really shows me a lot.

Morgan
:
And this.

www.photo.buck.et3134323

I
clicked it
and the smile on
my
face vanished
.
Holy shit.
A rear shot. No shirt
. S
uit slacks. Dirty blond hair and a tanned back
!

Morgan
:
And this one.

I
couldn’t click fast enough
. Another rear shot,
still
no facial, but this with his hands clasped behind his head
, muscles standing out
.
My goodness.
My
frikn
goodness.

I j
umped when the group box
blonged
.
My
pointer flew to it
.

Tasha
:
Gloria!!! OMG

Gloria
:
wht
?

Tasha
:
MORGAN’S
SHOWING ME PICS OF
HIMSELF
!!

Gloria
:
Morgan
from the group?
The shy one?

Tasha
:
yes!
look
!

I
copied and pasted the link into the group box
then read
Morgan’s
next message
.