Page 75 of The Fed Sex Man

“Okay,” I said as I took the off-ramp. “Let’s be official. If that’s okay with you.”

“As long as.” Her smile faded. A look of apprehension replaced it. “Be truthful with me, please. Always?”

My future would embrace a truthfulness and transparency matched by no man.

I nodded. “I will.”

She nodded eagerly. “As long as we can be truthful with one another, I think I’m okay with that.” She smiled and then covered her mouth with her hand. “I know I am.”

I was okay with it, too.

Very much so, to be honest.

I rolled to a stop at the traffic light and tilted my head back. After momentarily closing my eyes, I spoke silently to the man I’d undoubtedly disappointed.

Sorry, Pop.

Without you here to remind me, some things are easy to forget.

I’m back on track, though.

And, my bed’s made, just the way you taught me.