Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
I was trying to do the right thing. The thing with Cindy was still new, but we’d been working our way there for a long fucking time. Did I really want to mess that up for a one-night stand?
I was fighting the good fight there until she got out of the car and I saw that ass of hers. Now don’t judge me too harshly, but you’ve got to understand the package that is Ginger Lee.
How many ‘big girls’ do you know with the confidence of ten super models and the fucking balls to back that shit up? It’s not something you see everyday.
I’ve heard the stories, seen the ads. Usually women who were anything bigger than a size eight were a little less...everything.
Not Ginger Lee, she was in your face, what you see is what you get. And what you got was a size sixteen compact body on a five foot four frame, with a mountain of jet-black curls, and an attitude to rival any Diva’s.
Long story short, I took her out that night, but I did tell her about Cindy. We ended up back at the hotel she was staying at, and for the next eight hours she put me through my paces.
By the next morning I was hooked but she was leaving. Imagine my surprise when she made the off the cuff remark that the town seemed like a nice place to live.
I was like a dog with a fucking bone; it was pathetic. She knew what she’d been doing the night before when she put that pussy on me. She knew her shit was addictive and she put it on this good old farm boy to make me stupid.
I didn’t put too much stock in her talk, but I let her think I believed her. She was driving to the next state over for some kind of book conference, and that’s when I learned that she was a writer.
It was only when I heard her on the phone that I realized she was serious. And when she turned those eyes on me and asked me in that Yankee way of hers, ‘so, am I uprooting my life for you or not? What was I supposed to do?
There was still Cindy to consider though, and I felt like a first class heel. I’d all but forgotten her last night into the early morning while I’d been fucking the shit out of Ginger Lee.
Now in the cold light of day I saw myself for what I was, an unconscionable dog. Ginger Lee saw my turmoil and for some fucked up reason that made her trust me more, or so she’s always said.
After telling her to give me some time to talk to Cindy, we exchanged numbers and I drove behind her to the town limits, before getting out and kissing her for what I thought was the last time.
I didn’t even go home, but called Cindy and told her we needed to talk. I don’t know why I felt that guilty back then, I mean it wasn’t like we were in a committed relationship. But the truth was, I really liked Cindy, just goes to show how fucked up love can be.
I expected the anger and disappointment that I got from her when we sat down to breakfast at the local diner. But what I did not expect, and to this day could not explain, was the sense of ownership she seemed to have.
In her mind as she explained it to me, the little dance we did was foreplay; the date was to seal the deal.
I was as honest as possible with her then or as honest as I could be, when I didn’t know what the fuck.
She had to go to work but she did leave me with one last parting shot, to think about she said, while I was making my decision.
She reminded me that I had been the one to pursue her and that it would be beyond cruel to ditch her just when she gave in.
I didn’t know what the fuck I was supposed to do and the being honest thing wasn’t working.
By that afternoon when Ginger Lee had called, I was ready to pack up and move, that’s how fucked my head was.
A few days later, after seeing Cindy each night, Ginger Lee rolled back into town, only this time she was here to stay. I was so fucked.
The good thing was, no one knew about my little three ring circus, but how long was that gonna last with both women vying for my attention?
I would be at the diner with Cindy and Ginger Lee would show up. She wasn’t intrusive or anything and I wasn’t sure that she even knew we were there at that particular time, but there you have it.
“Is that her?” that was the question Cindy asked me the day my life changed. We’d been sitting in a corner booth in the back when Ginger Lee walked in.