Gina was surprised when he called two weeks after Lucky's
funeral
Just to see how she was, "Holding up"
The guy from Fun...al.
Martin
He asked her out
Yankees - Dodgers game
Saturday afternoon
He said, "Might be fun."
Like it was no big deal, the choice was hers
She accepted thinking, might be fun
Seems like a nice guy.
Game day,
He picked her up in a green Escalade
He called it the Dadmobile
"I get every other weekend with my son"
Stephen
There was a car seat in the back
They talked about their kids
Her daughter, his son, two years apart
He seemed not to be too interested in talking about himself
Instead, his full attention was given over to her
He wasn't nosy or creepy-stalkerish or scary, didn't ask
inappropriate questions
Martin possessed the perfect amount of genuine curiosity
like a really good guidance counselor, she thought
He was probably a great dad
He made her feel important
Wanted
Secure
Martin listened.
The game was great; the Yanks won
On the way back to the car he put his hand in the middle of
her back guiding her through the crowd
She felt a spark
She was charmed.
Two weeks later:
Making breakfast for him
He came up behind her, kissed her neck
Good morning gorgeous
She smiled and giggled like a high school girl
She loved being in love.
She loved Martin's hands on her thighs and butt
There she is practically naked making my breakfast
Wearing that Victoria's Secret get-up
Martin sat down and waited for his breakfast
She poured him a cup of coffee followed by scrambled eggs,
bacon and toast
Gina sat, opened the paper and lit a cigarette
"You gotta smoke while I'm trying to eat?"
She'd never seen him irritated,
In the two weeks she had known him
"Sorry hon," She crushed the smoke.
Lucky didn't mind her smoking
"Throw them things out you don't need to smoke"
"Sorry, hon, I won't smoke when your around"
I said throw them away, go throw them in the trash, now!
Gina, felt naked and humiliated as she slunk over to the
garbage can in her see-through nighty to throw her last
pack of Newports away
Maybe he was right, cigaretttes are bad
When she called her mother, Maxine said, "it'll only get worse."
Gina didn't want to think so
Martin threw his bacon and eggs down the garbage
disposal slurped the last drops of coffee from his cup
"I'll be late tonight, don't wait up."
Two weeks later:
Gina held ice wrapped in a washcloth up to her eye
Her entire head hurt
She called into work, said she wasn't coming in.
Gina called Maxine,
Maxine said, "I told you he was no good"
gina didn't need another, I-told-you-so lecture
Gina said, "It was my fault ma, he caught me smoking
Max screamed, "It's your house, Gina"
Gina said, "it started out so good. He was so sweet."
"You're chasing that first lover's high. It's never coming back.
The spark is gone."
Case closed.
Gina dreaded following in her mother's footsteps
Max kicked men out of her life for the slightest offence
Martin and Gina is going to work, black eye or no black
eye.
Sure enough Martin came through the door that night with
flowers, chocolates, tears, and apologies.
He cried in her arms
Gina held him, she forgave him
Yes, they had make-up sex.
Two weeks later:
A knock on the door
Gina answered
A short, stout, attractive woman waited
"You must be Gina"
"Yes can I help you?"
I'm Ann, Martin's wife
Gina felt the blood run out of her face
Trembling took over
Fear engulfed her
Martin explained his divorce on their first date
Martin lied but somehow Gina felt it was all her fault.
Ann stood there watching this new revelation sink in
Reading the look on Gina's face
Guilt and sorrow
Tears
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know"
"I'm Sure you didn't"
"I never would have gotten involved if I'd known he was
married." Gina stammered"
"Did you ever think to ask him?" Asked Ann.
I didn't have to, the first thing he said was that he was
divorced and that he got to see his son every other week."
"I'll keep this simple, Martin is a great father, an
attentive husband, and a good provider too. I'm a lucky girl.
But he's a bad boyfriend and if you continue to see him
you'll have a lot more to worry about than a black eye.
Ann turned and walked back out to where Martin's green
Escalade was parked
The Dadmobile.
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David Parham
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The ever Changing Complexities of Life, Fear, Mysteries and Capturing that which may not be there Tomorrow.
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