by Matt Shaw
I moved the bin-liners from the mound of clothes and she bent down and scooped them up. Ignoring my offer of a shower, she started to dress herself.
“I really am sorry about this,” she said, “that’s never happened before.”
“Hey,” I shrugged, “these things happen.”
I watched as she continued to dress herself. When she was done, she grabbed her handbag and fished around for something. She pulled her hand out and I could see she had a wad of notes. She handed them to me, “Here! Take this back,” she said.
“Really?”
She nodded, “I really am sorry about all of this.”
“Well if you’re sure,” I smiled as I took the money from her and tossed it to the bedside cabinet whilst trying not to laugh. I’d experienced my first black woman, I’d ejaculated, I got away with punching her and now I was getting my money back too. Damn. To think I initially thought this was going to be a bad day. Turning into a pretty good one!
“Can we just pretend it never happened?” she asked.
“If that’s what you want,” I told her, “but I think you’d be wise to get yourself looked over by a doctor, or something. Could be something wrong. Definitely worth checking out.”
“I will. Thank you. And thank you for being understand about everything,” she said. “I’m really sorry. I have to go…” she turned and staggered towards the door. I didn’t move. I just stood there with a grin on my face.
Today was a good day.
Something to talk to the psychiatrist about next week…
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