Talk to Mindy

After making sure we have each other’s cell phone numbers, I leave Tonya to worry about Wednesday night and go to find Mindy. She is absorbed in a show on Netflix.

“Hey, Mindy?” I interrupt. She pauses her show and looks at me from the love seat. She guiltily sets a bag of potato chips on the coffee table.

“Hi, Warren. Did Tonya get what she needed?”

{if tonya_asssmack = true}Why yes, she did get the spank she needed.{else}You mean did she get the piss scared out of her? She sure did.{endif}

“She wants me to do some work on her computer. I’ll come back tomorrow night to do that.”

“My my, we are getting to see a lot of you lately.” She smiles. “Just don’t let her boss you around too much. She will take advantage of you.”

“I won’t. I know her tricks. But I was wondering if you heard from Lewis. He hasn’t replied to me yet.”

“No... Do you think I should start getting worried now?”

“Probably not, but I should check on him anyway. Since I’m here, would you mind helping me move the desk into the minivan?”

She clicked the tv off. “Of course. How about we check on him together?”

We make halting progress of getting the desk outside, then spend another fifteen minutes figuring out how to remove the extra seats to fit it in the minivan. Once loaded, she gets in the driver’s seat. A couple miles down the the road I have another idea. “Since we are going to be driving out there, should we make a stop at my gym on the way back? Just to take a look?”

She seems less uncomfortable about the topic this time. “Okay, I suppose so—if Lewis is doing alright.” She glances down at herself. “Will I look out of place dressed like this?”

“Oh please. You look great. A lot of people change into their gym clothes in the locker rooms so street clothes are totally normal.”

Subtle curls at the corners of her mouth signal that she appreciates the compliment. “You might not be able to tell it now, but I was once a pretty good volleyball player.”

My face lights up. “Oh, yeah?” I try to imagine her a few pounds lighter with a long flat waist and ass hugging volleyball shorts.

“Now days... well the last few years, I’m become pretty good at Netflix and chips,” she says ruefully. “I want to get in better shape, but I’ve been in a rut since the divorce... maybe since before that.” She keeps her eyes on the road.

“Well, wanting it is the first step. And if you played sports, you already know how to push yourself to work hard. You just need a nudge to get started. I’m already doing this stuff, so I don’t mind being the one to do it.”

She smiles. “My rut is pretty deep. It might have to be a hard nudge.”

Oh, I’ll give your rut a hard nudge, I think, immediately feeling disturbed at the invasive thought. “I can do that.”

Eventually we get to Lewis’ apartment. He is fine. Hungover in the late afternoon, but fine. We bring the desk in, then Mindy makes him lunch. I take the opportunity to ask him some questions. His memory of the last hours of the night is foggy at best. He probably doesn’t remember telling me the story at all.