I looked at one of the pictures on my wall. It was me, Grace, and a few other friends on a spring break trip years ago. She was wearing a modest bikini that had seemed so out of character with her usual “girl next door” modest look. Sure, I had fantasized about her at some point (hardly any woman was immune to that), but she was never a serious object of my desires or attention. Like I said, she was usually unavailable and seemed to be interested in a different kind of guy. Even now, she was dating yet another preppy suit with a bright future. Not a bad guy, not overly douche-y. Grace actually sought my input on the guys she dated sometimes, wanting to make sure they weren't a different person when she was out of the room.
I texted her: Hey girl, weird question, but can I get your help with a work thing this evening? I need someone to be responding to what I do with an app on my phone, and I can't be in two places at once. Should only take an hour at most.
A few minutes later I got a reply. Sure! Henri is visiting his folks today and tomorrow, so I'm free. Want to come over here?
Easier if it's my place, might need some equipment that I haven't anticipated. Jade wouldn't have believed that nonsense, but Grace was a nurse and had very little idea what my job entailed.
OK, I'm just cooking dinner. Be there in an hour and a half?
Perfect. Thank you so much!
Well, this would be interesting.
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