Page 112 of The Fed Sex Man

Her gaze fell to her feet. After a moment, she looked up. “I’m sorry about what happened. I think I may have overreacted when I saw that stuff in your yearbook.”

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t one hundred percent truthful with you from the start,” I replied. “Am I forgiven?”

She stopped twisting her hair. “Am I?”

I nodded. “Absolutely.”

“So are you.” She stood and opened her arms. “Let’s start over.”

I stepped in her direction. “With a kiss.”

We met in the middle of the room and embraced in a kiss. I closed my eyes and inhaled her sweet scent. My mind, as it did every time I kissed her, escaped me. When I held her in my arms, I had no comprehension of the passing of time or my surroundings.

Before I was satisfied that the kiss should end, a flicker of light began to flash repeatedly beyond my closed eyelids. Wondering if I, too, was becoming nuttier than a squirrel turd, I opened my eyes.

Behind Jo, just inside the doorframe, a weathered hand was flipping the light switch on and off at a rapid rate. I broke our embrace and grinned.

She opened her eyes.

The lights continued to flicker on and off.

Jo sighed. “Daddy, stop it.”

“We need to eat before the food’s cold,” John said. “You two can swap spit when we’re done.”

I gave Jo a quick peck and turned toward the kitchen. As we reached John, he stepped aside and allowed Jo to walk past. He then raised his hand to my shoulder. “We’ll be there in a minute.”

“Okay,” she said.

He patted me on the back. “You did good, Son.”

“Thank you.”

“Two things for future reference.” He draped his arm over my shoulder. “One, Jo’s of the opinion that her butt ain’t big, so don’t ever say it is. And, two, I’m ready for grandkids whenever you are.”