Kim and Josh have a picnic

It was early May and almost 70 degrees. Not Florida-warm, but nice enough for me and Kim to have a small picnic. We both came from Michigan, so this was plenty warm for us. We had taken the diamond black Rolls Royce Ghost today, as it had better luggage than the Jaguar and the Lambo. I really needed to get a regular car…

The park was quite away from our house, but it sort of reminded us of the one near where we grew up, where we had kissed the first time. Which is why we liked coming here. It wasn’t the same, but close enough. Some fountains and what not, a mowed lawn. Just sloped enough. We had that at home, but it was just nicer to make a trip out of it.

“We do?” I asked, joking around.

“Yes! ‘Hope’s Branded Cars’, remember?” Kim chuckled, looking quizzically at me. “You signed the papers.”

“I’m just joking, Kim. Come on now. Here, take a grape,” I said, and grabbed the blue grapes out of the basket we had brought. Yeah, we did it real 1960s style, with a basket, checkered blanket and everything. Fuck, we should’ve brought the 67 E-type. Oh well.

Kim scooted closer and laid down on her side, resting her head back against my chest, whispering overly seductively up at me, “Feed me, daddy!” and started laughing hysterically. I shook my head while I tried to give her the end of the cluster of grapes. Kim fought her laughing long enough to accept one.

“So your Italy trip… when was that?” Kim asked.

“If, Kim. Nothing is determined yet. But I really want those leather jackets in our store. So hopefully I’ll go over there and hash out the details and perhaps see how we can get some European distribution while over there too. With a hub in Italy?” I said excitedly.

“Business trip? Sounds boring then,” Kim said. “Maybe we can get a place over there? You know, for non-business relations, eh?”

“Well that’s the thing. If things go our way, after the master defense, I’ll go over there and deal with the boring shit. Then you come over for our anniversary?” I suggested.

Kim smiled up at me. “Sounds like a plan, mister,” she beamed. “Finally a trip to Europe, eh?”

“Who knows what souvenirs we might pick up on the way. T-shirts, shot glasses, an apartment in Napoli. Who knows,” I joked. Kim chuckled.

“Calm down, big boy, first things first,” Kim said. I nodded, turning my attention to some kids playing frisbee.

Kim then laid back down on my chest and let out a satisfied sigh. I did too. We laid like this for a bit, basking in the spring sun. Listening to birds chirping around. Smelling the flowers on the rise. I plucked a few straws of the fresh grass, and twirled it in my fingers.

“We’ve come a long way, huh?” Kim said, squinting up at me, shielding against the sun with her hand.

“We have,” I agreed.

“We should celebrate,” Kim said.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Party this weekend?” we said more or less simultaneously.

“Makes me remember,” Kim said, lowering her voice a bit. “You know what I found in the laundry?”

I shook my head.

“My dirty underwear. But it wasn’t me who had used them, let's say,” Kim said, looking at me for my reaction.

Fast on the trigger, I replied, “What, you think Toby’s wearing your boxers? Don’t you think they’re a bit small for him?”

Kim burst out laughing, slapping my shoulder, squirming in my lap.