Getting picked up

A large horn came from outside my window, I wave down at Monica to tell her I was on my way. I throw on a button down black shirt and slacks. The basicness of my outfit showing as i slid on my black and white nikes. I grab my wallet with my ID, credit card that my uncle allow me to use from time to time, and a condom that I hope I was finally departing with, tonight.

I race down stairs getting stopped in my tracks by my uncle. He smell of bbq and bourbon as he stares down at me. He looks me over with his slivery blue eyes. He ran a hand through his battling grey and black hair.

"You got a job yet." A hand on my chest, preventing me to leave his house.

"Ah yeah. Yes sir." I notice a little glare for not respecting him at first. "Friday is my first day as a clean up guy for Oracle Inc."

"What? Are you being a janitor?" He shook his head. "I pray for your sake the job, pay well enough to rent out an apartment. I want my gym and my bachelor pad back." He pause letting his hand fall from my chest. "I hope you don't get too exhausted from cleaning at work, because you still got the responsibility and obligation of making my house spotless. Understand."

I nod my head as I walkaway from my chubby uncle. I step out into the green lawn to see Monica in her stunning fancy red convertible mustang. A car almost too expensive for a woman like her. I knew nothing about her, so I couldn't wait to unwrap her mysteries.

She push the door open. "Get in hot stuff." She sat wearing a vivid purple sheer dress that hide nothing from the imagination.

...

I sat across from her in a restaurant that went by a french name. I felt very outta of the loop looking at the elegant dress people, the elaborate menus in french, and the various number of dining cutlery. I stare across at my beautiful counter part who type on her phone while multitasking an order for her food.

She caught me smiling at her as she grin back expanding a soft hand onto my forearm. "I'm so delighted that I met you last weekend. I feel like we are somehow union together. I strive for our relationship to be a very joyous one. I notice your stares of confusing. Do you want me to order for you?"

I nod my head. "Yes please. I only had Spanish in high school. And my brain doesn't have much of that information still left." I laugh at my dim witted joke.

She continues to smile. "So I know we haven't told each other about anything in our lives. So why don't you start. I want to hear and listen to every minute detail about your life, family, friends, work history, and whatever floats up in your conscious."

I thought about my answer as I begin to spills most of my life to Monica. I tell her about my younger life, how I had an extremely restraint relationship with my parents. How they didn't like me going to the tech field, didn't like when I started to stay with my uncle, how we will never get along again. I then told her how my very, very best friend Devin followed me from highschool to Greenville, CA. How he found prosperity in the stock market and already made a living wage in the town. Finally I told her about my new employment and how I was trying to break into my dream job.

"Wow. I... I hope that I can help give you the care and opportunities that your mom and dad couldn't provide you. I also know Jackson Mercury, the ceo of Oracle Inc. I could put in a..."

"No, don't worry about it. I will propel my own career. But if my way don't succeed and if we are still dating. I guess you can call him." I pause eating the delicious food she ordered. "So how do you know Jackson?"

She flash a mischievous playful smile. "Well do you want the truth that will damage your male pride or a small fib that will help me save face."