Meet Me (3 page)

Morgan
:
Well?

Tasha
:
Well what? Why on Earth would I believe that’s you?

Morgan
:
Meet me.

I stared at those two forbidden words then jum
ped back into group box.

Tasha
:
OMG he’s asking me to meet him to prove that’s him!
Shit
shit
shit
I can’t believe he’s doing this
.

Lois
:
what did
I
miss,
goodmorning
.

Tasha
:
omg
,
lois
,
it’s
Morgan
from group, scroll up, that’s supposedly him in that pic!

Sheri
:
morning ladies, who’s the hunk?

Gloria
:
That’s supposed to be
Morgan
from the group.

Sheri
:
oh WOW.

Tasha
:
wow nothing, that’s probably not even him.

Gloria
:
you think he’d lie? He’s doesn’t seem the type. And
he asked her to meet him and prove it.

Lois
:
ohhhh
my gosh
! Will you?

Tasha
:
NO!! Shit, he’s
blonging
,
brb
.

I
looked.

Morgan
:
Look, I need to see you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I read Johnny Blue by the way.

My
heart skipped a beat
and
I
swallowed, feeling like
I’d
entered the Twilight Zone
.

Tasha
: Oh? And?

Morgan
:
I want you.

Ohhhh
myyy
God.
I
copy and pasted the little exchange of words into the group as fast as
I
could.

Sheri
:
He said that??
Our
Morgan?
From the group?

That was
my
thought exactly.
Our sweet
Morgan
…from our group.

Lois
:
fanning myself here.

Gloria
:
Are you going to do it? Meet him?
Thts
dancer.

Gloria
:
*danger

Gloria
: *dangerous! Stupid phone

Sheri
:
maybe we could figure a way to go with you, tell him
you’ll go
only if we come.

Tasha
:
what?? Which one of you, you guys
are
hundreds of miles away.

Gloria
:
I’ll come. I’ll fly down.

Tasha
:
omg
, hold on, he’s typing.

Morgan
:
Tasha…I want to do those things to you. Make love to you. Make you scream my name.

My
eyes widened and again
I
quickly copied and pasted his words.

Lois
:
damn! I need
james
to read
johnny
blue now!

Sheri
:
oh please,
james
is th
e only husband we know growling and biting your lip while cupping your ass and fucking you
up against a wall!

Gloria
:
lol
. She has a pontoon.

Gloria
:
*point

Lois
:
Heehee
. You should see what he did with his tongue. God I love my husband!

Tasha
:
Why is he doing this?
did
you see how he acted with that
steve
guy? He came unglued, I thought that was so odd but cute.
Geeze
I can’t do this!
that
’s
cheating!

Lois
:
like your husband did? Eye for an eye

Gloria
:
don’t say that Lois, forging and loving is the way.

Gloria
:
*forgiving

I
hurried to John’s box to answer more
blongs
.

Tasha
:
what the fuck is up with you?

Morgan
:
What do you mean?

Tasha
:
I mean you’ve never talked this way
before,
you’ve always been nice and respectable.

Morgan
:
And that’s bad?

Tasha
:
YES it’s bad when you suddenly turn into this

Morgan
:
Into what

Tasha
:
just…all trashy and sex

I
deleted the word
hot
before sex.

Morgan
: what I feel for you
isn’t
trash and it’s hardly just sex.

My
stomach was in knots.

Morgan
:
You deserve more. Your husband doesn’t deserve you.

Ohhh
my God!

Tasha
: What the hell do you know about my
husband.

Morgan
:
Probably a lot more than you. I
listen
Tasha. You don’t think I can hear your
pain,
it’s so plain in your words.
The need to be loved, the need for attention and affection.
God, I want to give you that. Please don’t hate me for confessing. Don’t make me regret coming clean about my feelings for you.

Tasha
: don’t put this shit on me.

The group’s
blongs
came like rapid fire.
I
hurried back
in,
scrolling up to catch what all was said.

Gloria could come this weekend, Sheri reminded Gloria that the
new testament
w
as
for Christians and Tasha’s husband was not that while continuously committing adultery. Lois reminded her that we’re not sure he was still committing it. Gloria said it didn’t have to be a sexual meeting.

I
froze at that.
Bingo. That was the missing
key. She was right, it didn’t. We
could meet as friends.
Coincidentally.
Under friendly conditions.

But why would
I
? Should
I
?

To see if he was lying for one.
I’
d never do what
my
husband did.
I
was much better than that shit.

Chapter Three

I
wiped the tears rolling down
my
face while
I
typed. What did
Morgan
know about
my
husband
?

Tasha
:
He’s probably visiting his mother. She’s old.

Morgan:
At
eleven at night
?

Tasha
:
Stop. You should be encouraging me, not making me
cry and
feel like shit.

Morgan
: Damn. Why are you crying?

I
snorted and rolled
my
eyes while typing.

Tasha
:
I don’t need to hear how stupid and naïve I am for trying to not think the worst.

Morgan:
That’s what I love about you. Always wanting to do what’s right. God, I need to see you. Touch you. Please, I beg you, meet me.
I promise
,
it’ll be different with me. How can that man not touch you when you lay next to him? I want to kill him when I think of it.

More tears poured down
my che
eks
and
I
smiled despite the harshness
of his words
.

Tasha
:
I’m afraid to
meet you
.

Morgan:
Please don’t say you’re afraid of me.

Tasha
:
Well sorry, but I am.

Morgan:
I’d never.
Ever.
Hurt you, baby.

My
heart
clenched
at that endearing term.
Felt so amazing.
Still couldn’t believe this was
t
he
Morgan
that had become such a friend to
me
.

Tasha
:
That’s not what I’m really afraid of, actually.

Morgan:
Then what?

My
fingers remained poised over the keys, trembling. Just say it.

Tasha
:
I’m scared if I meet you…what I will want. And have to have.

Morgan:
I dream every day and night of the things I want to do for you.
To you.
Please, just…meet me.
At the Hilton.
This weekend.

Oh God.
Just…a friendly meeting maybe.

Tasha
:
How am I supposed to even get away?

Morgan:
Can’t you call your mother?

Could
I
?
I
could.
Even though
my
husband didn’t like
my
mother babysitting.
He didn’t like how mean she was to them. And mean
,
to him
,
was her tone of voice.
I
didn’t like it either, but maybe he’d work on helping find a babysitter.

Tasha
:
I could.

Morgan:
God, yes, please, would you?

Why in the world would
I
need a babysitter that didn’t involve
my
husband? That would be the tricky thing. Have to be legit too. Maybe something was going on at the Hilton that weekend that
I
needed to attend? Maybe…Gloria could be a…oh, an Avon consultant!
I’d
  always
wanted to sell Avon and
my
husband…no, he would give his
how would you sell it when you have to be a mother
bullshit sermon.

Tasha
:
I need to find a valid reason to go
,
first. And I may not be able to. But I’ll try. And let you know.

Felt like forever before he finally responded
.

Morgan:
Thank you.

Ohhh
my God,
was
I
really doing this?

Sheri’s box popped up.

Sheri
:
hello lovely.

Tasha
:
I
’m
gonna
do
it
sheri
.

Sheri
:
D
o
what?

Tasha
:
meet
Morgan.

Sheri
:
Really???
Omg
.
Is Gloria going?

Tasha
:
I need to ask her, make sure.

Sheri
:
Where are you meeting
him.