Broadening the Scope

You and Amanda lay side by side at the local massage parlor, two strong men massaging you.

"This is the life," your ex purred.

"Mmmhm," you agreed. Your masseuse was working your ass harder than he needed to, you thought, gripping and kneading the plush cheeks.

"So I've been thinking some," Amanda said, pausing as she collected what she was about to say. "I know we said three finalists. But I want to gove a couple of more poeple the opportunity."

"If you do that ... I want get to see you give birth," you said, protesting. She clucked at you, silencing you.

"You and your negative talk," she said, before softening her tone. "I'm well aware of your timeline. I'm going to give the last three 75 days instead of 100. That still gives ample time for you to see me wed and bred." You felt a little queasy at it being out there so openly like that. You wanted it. But it felt crass when she put it that way.

"So who's your other three?" you asked.

"Mustafa ... Tanisha ... and Kendi," she said simply.

"Wow, loaded up on your picks didn't you?" you said, just a touch of bitterness at the edge of your voice.

"Well, pick better next time," she said, giggling.