Once home, Greg practically ran inside the Pawn and payday. He didn't even bother to lock his car. he finally remembered the locks were unsecured when he had the front door open. The keyless entry on the car beeper reprieved him of having to walk back to the Toyota. Without pause, Greg clambered up the steps. He hastily grabbed an old tattered porno mag and flipped through it. To increase the experience, he found a nude model that resembled Rebecca. No, it really was her. Only this time, Greg would have his way with her. Greg throttled his member with sheer wildness. His trouser snake had been almost purple once it came free. Although Donny said it jokingly before, Greg's balls really did feel like they were turning blue.
    He muttered her name over and over, as sweat pooled on his top lip, then ran down his forehead. Drops of perspiration blotted the magazine page as Greg  lived out his unrealized fantasy. Greg had placed a little runway of tissue on the ground for cleanup, but he overshot and coated the page. It added to his arousal. In that crazy frame of mind, he imagined he was giving Rebecca a money shot in real life. He thought of all the filthy things she had said to him as he sprayed the magazine with his DNA. Greg felt his legs fail, and lowered his head as he prepared to collapse. His one arm saves himself from falling into the revolting mess on the page.
    With a look of disgust, Greg closes the magazine and tosses it in the garbage. After a moment of thought, and also to allow himself to dress, Greg empties the bag and takes the trash outside. Greg holds it at arms length, his face turned aside. He can smell it, seeping into the pages. It is beyond gross. But every guy deals with it, in fact, they go in preparing for such tasks. Hopefully Greg's love of porn would go unneeded due to Rebecca's presense.
    Greg showered, then slept till noon. He roused only when he feels the unavoidable urge to urinate. He pisses for what seems like hours, actually having to flush while still going mid-stream. His liver was angry with him today.
    Greg went to check his phone, anxious to see if Rebecca called, but it was dead. Shit, that wasn't good. What if she called? It was already mid-day. IT was that much less time to hang out with her, it if came to that.
    Greg's nervousness held validity. Rebecca had sent him a single text that morning at 10:07am.
'Why did you leave?' was the message. Greg read it a few times before he catches on. It never occurred to Greg to stay. He thought he was being a gentleman, when in reality he was merely cheating himself out of sex. He will remember this for future reference.
Greg doesn't have texting. He can receive messages, but can't send them. He calls her instead, charger trailing from the wall, anchoring him and not allowing him to walk and pace like he wants.
    She answers after the second ring.
"Hey you," Rebecca greets, "Finally getting up and going?"
"Yeah, I"m a little hung-over," Greg says, "but I'll be fine."
"You shouldn't have left, I could've made you breakfast in bed," Rebecca says with lamentation, "Among other things."
    Greg searches for how to reply to that, but can only utter a stream of nervous noise.
"I think Julie heard your voice when we got back," Rebecca hypothesizes, "and that's why she wanted up. She's grown quite attached to you."
"You were pretty out of it," Greg recalls, "It was a long night, and you were tired with Julie."
"I was pretty messed up," Rebecca admits, "I found Julie's Cuddly Chicken parade costume on the table. Did IDid I take that out, or something? I don't remember."
    Greg pauses. How should he phrase what she said? How much did she retain from their soul-chat? Maybe it didn't mean as much as it felt while actually sitting beside her.
"YOu showed it to me," Greg says, "You said it helps cheer you up. Whatever floats your boat, i guess."
    Rebecca bemoans her helper skelter actions last night.
"I know it's odd," Rebecca says, "With the blood and all."
"Well" Greg says, "Blood's hard to get out."
    Rebecca snorts. Her digital laughter through the phone does not do justice to the authentic sound. He wishes she was here right now.
"Have you eaten yet?" Greg asks.
"No, we should do lunch."
"swing by the chinese place just down the street from here. It's called the Grand China, or Golden DragonGolden China??? Something like that, they're all the same pretty much."
"I'll leave right now. Unless you want me to bring Julie?" Rebecca's voice rises expectantly at the end of her statement. Greg is reluctant. But he considers it wise to attempt to hang with both mother and daughter. Last night had been theirs exclusively. It was time to lay the groundwork for future payoff.
"Sure, bring her along." Greg says.
"Ok, we'll be a little longer. I have to pack up Julie in her carseat."
"No problemo."
    Actually, it was a problem. Greg hadn't eaten a scrap of food all day and was famished. His only intake had been a couple glasses of water to stave off his post-drinking headache. Greg felt caught between his penis and his stomach for priority. But it wasn't like he was starving. He had safely overcome anorexia, Greg thought with biting dark humor.
    A little wait turned into half an hour. Greg was feeling cranky from low blood sugar. The sight of Rebecca swiftly turned the tide. She was clad in a bright white halter top. The material wrapped about the back of her neck and tied with stings. There was another set of strings tied about the small of her back, but the majority of her posterior was exposed. Tiny khaki shorts clutched her smooth thighs, ending just barely below her rounded butt. Her flip flops snapped loudly as she advanced towards him. A pair of sunglasses were pushed up to the crown of her hair, which was clasped together messily with an unseen hairtie.
    Julie had on a blue jumper, with a pink shirt underneath. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which bobbed in time with Rebecca's steps. Both girls wear easy smiles as they meet Greg.
"Hello ladies," Greg greeted warmly, "how ya doing, baby girl?"
    Greg rubs a knuckle under Julie's chin, making her squirm.
"Are you ticklish?" Greg says, poking her side. Julie hunches over and kicks her legs out as her only defense against the tickle bugs. She squeals with babyish glee.
"i'm starving," rebecca says, "can we sit down?"
"Let's get a booth," Greg asserts, leading the charge.
"I think kids eat free," Greg postulates.
    Their waiter, a cute chinese girl with glasses, asks what drinks they want.
"We need to do this in shifts," Rebecca explains, holding Julie out to Greg, "I'll get a plate for her and me, and then you can go up when I'm done, okay?"
    The hand-off is complete and Rebecca meanders over to the smorgis board. Her flip flops noisily accompany her. Greg looks on after her, watching the ropey muscles in her back flex as she leaves. Man, she had a chiseled bod. Greg plops Ju-Ju onto his knee.
"Do you like horsie rides?" Greg asks in a high-pitched tone. Greg begins to buck Julie up and down with the force of his leg. Julie grips the table and coos with jubilation. The springiness in Greg's moves increases, and Julie whoops her elation. Rebecca returns shortly, two plates in hand and a cherished expression.
    "You like Greg, doncha? Doncha?" Rebecca speaks to her daughter.
    Greg helped feed Julie with a pair of chopsticks, while Rebecca watched captivated. Greg held out a piece of soft crab to her, pinched between the sticks. Julie opened her mouth and Greg fed it to her. she chewed for along time.
"I think she likes it," Rebecca encourages, "Give her more."
    They stayed for about 40 minutes. The lunch was uneventful. Greg couldn't recall much from the interaction, and that was probably a sign they were comfortable around each other. Rebecca cracked constant jokes. Greg merely played the part of the straight man, chiming in to set up the punchline. It was like the old audiences that played along: Comedian: It was really hot todayAudience: How hot was it???
    Julie was nearly comatose with sleepiness by the end of it. Greg paid for the meal, much to Rebecca's chagrin. He had to put up quite an effort to override her wishes. They settled on Rebecca leaving a healthy tip. Greg wanted to feel he was contributing to their courtship. His feelings were indeed powerful if they could override his cheapness.
    "I think I'm gonna stay back at my place for the rest of the night," Greg states as they walk back to their vehicles.
Rebecca is dismayed.
"Don't you want to come over?" She asks tentatively, "I can cook a mean steak. I know you're not hungry now, but you can hang out for a few hours."
    "I still have a lot to do at my shop" Greg says irresolutely, "I plan on opening again Monday. I need to call Donny so maybe he can help me with a few things."
    "Who's Donny again?" Rebecca asks with a confused look.
"The guy I was giving a ride for? He was there when I broke down," Greg says.
"Oh, him." Rebecca says plainly. Greg could swear he detected a haughtiness to what she said. She had plead her case enough to Greg yesterday in the van, so he didn't mention Donny again.
"Maybe I can come over tomorrow?" Greg offers.
"Great!!!" Rebecca says with enthusiasm, "My sister Amy will be leaving tomorrow, but we can all chat and grill out maybe."
"Sounds like a plan," Greg agrees.
    They kiss and part ways.

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