I follow her home after work. She drives real fast. We play cat and mouse on I-75. When it’s just me I don’t drive like this but I use her as an excuse. It’s flirting; it’s justified. We don’t talk on the phone, though. That’s a little too dangerous.
Ashley gets home she eats a banana. That’s why she’s so skinny.
“Let’s get a pizza.”
“You get one.”
“You’re not having any?”
“I’ll have a slice.”
I dial a number.
“I want pepperoni.”
“I’m not getting pizza.”
She looks at me weird.
“I’m not getting pizza if you’re only gonna have a slice!”
“What are you getting?”
“Burgers.”
“I want extra mayo. And no cheese. And extra of that sauce they have.”
I throw her the phone. “Order it yourself.”
“Look who’s cranky,” she says. Then we fuck.