THE PSO (Phone Sex Operator)

Shopping & Letting the fuck go

The front door is barely closed before Zach hounds me like a fly on shit.

"Sooo, someone has beans to spill, and I'll give you a hint: their name begins with an 'S'!" He sing-songs

I don't bother playing coy.

"There's a guy," I start, hanging up my black trench coat on the hooks next to the door.

 "I knew it!"

He follows me as I round the sofa.

Sitting on the coffee table, I wait for Zach to take his usual spot before continuing. "His name is Nate. And...he's really nice."

Squeezing his knees together, Zach appears gleeful, practically bouncing. When I don't say anything else, his expression drops, and he holds out his hands.

"Is that it," he deadpans. "You met a nice guy. Our postman is a nice guy! C'mon, Sara."

I give him the rest of the details. How we met, how he cared, how I let him down and how disappointed I was at the thought of him not calling again. I tell him how much I enjoyed our session, too much really, and how I was hoping for a repeat.

"You have a crush," Zach decides with a nod.

"Oh no," I look at him wide-eyed. "I do, don't I?" My head shakes as I curse under my breath. "All because he was kind to me. God, I'm easy."

Zach shrugs. "It happens. You remember the cutie at the bakery? I crushed on him for a whole month because he offered me coffee at a discounted price."

Ah, yes, I do remember. To this day I don't have the heart to tell Zach he offers everyone coffee at a discount when you buy a sausage roll and doughnut. It's called a meal deal.

"It'll pass," Zach continues. "Or maybe it won't and he's the one."

"I'd have to come up with a lie about how we met when our children ask," I muse.

"See! You got it all figured out. Anyway. I'm hitting the deck. It's been a long, exciting day."

Zach stands and heads to the stairs. I eye the clock on the wall, making a face.

"It's not even three," I inform him.

He stops with his foot on the first step, twisting his upper body so he can face me. "Let's just say seeing rimjob again has brought back some very good memories and I need to blow off some steam." He turns, flicking his hair, and continues on his way.

Ah.

Fair enough.

"Have fun!" I call after him.

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"I feel like we should have brought this stuff online," I whisper to Zach out of the corner of my mouth.

It's been a week since our dinner with Jane and we were at the shopping centre, buying the tools we needed for our revenge on Danny.

"No, that just makes it worse. The evidence will be printed across our order history and bank statements," he responds just as quietly.

"At least we could argue that we got hacked or something! There's CCTV in here to prove it was us buying this stuff," I argue, my gut twisting as I look at the trolley.

We'd already brought a small tub of ugly lime coloured paint, a stanley knife (that'll make quick work of his tyres), pliers, and a hammer. They sat in a plastic bag at the end of the trolley, hidden by my jacket.