Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
But Adeline didn’t need to know all that.
When people realized that I’d had cancer as a child, they looked at me differently. With pity and something else I could never identify, and I hated the way it changed the way they treated me. I didn’t want to see that change in Adeline, although she’d probably understand more than most where I was coming from.
“Well that’s good that you got to go to public school so you didn’t miss everything. Were you a basketball player?” She asked eyeing my large frame.
I hadn’t realized that the class was done with their questions until one of the kids that sat in the back piped in. “Nah, Ms. S, I bet he was a defensive lineman. Look at the size of the man’s arms.”
Little did they know that I was the size of a beanpole in school. “Actually, I was on the debate team and played the violin in band.”
You know those moments when something crashes to the ground in the middle of a crowd, and there’s silence for a few heart stopping moments as the people process that sound? Yeah.
Of course, it had to come from my own boss and best friend. “You were on the debate team?” He laughed.
My eyes narrowed on my friend. “What’s so wrong with that?” I blasted as I crossed my arms over my chest.
He held his hands up in surrender before backing up a few steps. “Nothing man. It just makes so much more sense now.”
I wasn’t sure if I should take that as a compliment or an insult, but I chose to take it as a compliment and let it go.
“Do you play violin anymore?” A skinny boy asked hesitantly from the middle of the room.
My eyes moved to find a tall and skinny boy with large hands that he’d soon grow into. I resembled him sixteen years ago; down to the preppy clothes that didn’t help my popularity in the least.
“I can and do, yes, but that was never really my instrument. The fiddle is; I just settled for the violin since they didn’t have those in band.”
The boy looked confused, and I knew the exact question that was about to come out of his mouth.
“But aren’t the fiddle and the violin the same thing?”
Sebastian laughed beside me, drawing my eyes for a split second before they returned to the young boy.
“You can’t spill beer on a violin.”
I had to explain that a lot.
There was really no difference, instrument wise, between the two. The only real difference was the type of music one played on the fiddle. It wasn’t the classical shit that I was forced to play during band. My fiddle plays the song of my heart.
“Mr. Spada, we do not discuss beer at school.” Mrs. Threadgill reprimanded.
Oops.
Just as I was about to apologize to the old woman, the tones on our radios dropped.
“Engine one respond to a house fire at 122 South Fuller.”
I took one more look at Adeline and responded, pressing my finger against the radio clipped to my shirt. “Unit one responding.”
With a tiny tug on her ponytail, I walked out the door.
“Be careful!” She yelled at my back.
“Always.” I responded.
***
I took the stairs to Adeline’s apartment, two steps at a time, before coming to a halt just before her new mat.
“’Home is where the Harley is. Bikers welcome.’” I read aloud.
Without stepping on the new mat, I stretched my arm out and knocked on her door.
“Come in!” Adeline yelled from the door beyond.
Twisting the knob, I found Adeline with her blue jean short covered ass shaking in the air with her shoulders and head to the ground. She was looking underneath the couch muttering something about a ‘big bastard.’
My dick, which had been under control for nearly ten whole minutes after my hand action in the shower, roared to life; I had to shift and settle my dick down the right leg of my jeans to make it more manageable.
“You talking about me?” I asked stopping just behind her.
The t-shirt she was wearing had ridden up so the expanse of her back was exposed from her lower hips to shoulder level; that was when I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.
My breath hissed in through clenched teeth, and I took a step back just in case my dick decided to leap out of my pants and find its way inside of her.
“Monty is missing again.” She said as she crawled to the other couch.
She was wearing purple panties under her shorts.
Closing my eyes, I said, “Monty’s on the top of your book shelf.”
I’d seen the snake as soon as I’d walked in, but then Adeline’s shaking ass had captured my attention.
I heard her shuffling, and when I opened my eyes, I saw her reaching on top of the bookshelf for the snake.
“Why are you looking for him?” I asked.
“I called the police a few minutes ago about some more weird smells coming from my bathroom, only these don’t smell like weed. My chemistry brain started coming up with all sorts of scenarios. Anyway, I went to knock on their door earlier to ask about the smell and they slammed the door in my face. I called the police only after the smell kept getting worse and worse. I normally keep Monty in his cage when I expect people over, just in case. He’s a slippery devil.” She explained as she walked to the large cage in the corner of the room and placed the snake back in his home.
“What kind of smells?” I asked as she turned and started towards me.
She walked slowly, as if she was waiting for something to interrupt them, and unsure of her welcome.
When she was just a hairsbreadth away, my hand reached up slowly to wrap around her neck, and I’d started to lean down when a loud boom shattered our moment.
Instinctively, my arm went around Adeline’s waist, pulling her close.
My erection, that was insistent seconds before, deflated, sending the blood that was localized in my lower body straight to my heart as my flight or fight mechanisms started firing in my blood.