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“No special weird gluten-free type things?” he asks.
“Nope,” I smile at him.
“Okay, good.”
“You guys! Quit ignoring me!” Sloane huffs out as Shaw steps into me, wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me to him. With my hand on his chest, he leans in, rubs his nose against mine and then kisses me so passionately that it’s almost like he should dip me. When he pulls back, he smiles, chastely kisses me again and pulls away.
“I’ll see you later at home, see ya later Sloane.” He shouts and waves as he exits the bookstore.
Sloane’s mouth is hanging open, her eyes are wide with her hands posted on her hips.
“Well then,” she says after a moment of complete silence. “I guess that answers that, you hussy.”
“Answers what?” I ask her.
“You two, playing house, sucking faces and shit.”
“So crass, so come on, you owe me ten dollars and nine cents, pay up lady!”
“Were you planning on hiding that?” Sloane asks, digging in her purse.
“Hiding what?” I say.
“Stop it with the games, you two are bumping uglies.”
“No uglies have been bumped,” I defend.
“Ok, bumping pretties, although imagining a penis, that’s not pretty and accompanied by two wrinkly hairy balls. No thanks, bumping uglies it is. I just can’t.” She shakes her head with a disgusted look on her face.
“I think a penis is actually quite nice. I like how they look,” I say.
“You would. You’re too all up in a new penis, so of course it looks more fascinating than the standard penis.”
“I haven’t seen Shaw’s penis; I’m talking penises in general. They fascinate me. Sometimes, it looks like they’re smiling.”
“Of course, they are, they’re about to throw up if someone plays with it and makes it happy,” Sloane motions like she’s giving a hand job.
“This is one conversation that shouldn’t be had in public,” I say looking around.
“Aren’t you glad you don’t have one of those smart home devices in here, I mean imagine us talking about penises and Alexa listening in and sending all that conversation to NASA.”
“NASA? Why would it go to NASA?” I ask.
“Because they listen to our conversations.”
“Um, no they don’t,” I shake my head.
“There was that whole Wiki-something a few years ago, when that one Snow-man guy leaked a bunch of information and said that NASA is always listening, don’t you remember that?” Sloane asks.
“And you call yourself a teacher, Sloane, that was the NSA, not NASA.”
“Wait, what?”
“NSA is national security, whereas NASA is space,” I explain.
Sloane has embarrassment written all over her face, “You know, sometimes all these acronyms are just jumbled up and I say things that I didn’t mean to say.”
“Now that this lesson is over, can we go to a new subject? I would rather not be talking about penises when customers come in,” I ask her.
