Green Eyed Monster

Who Gets The Carrot?

I wake up just before 8 a.m. Lola's room door is now open and she's gone. I hurry to look for her SUV and it's still parked in the driveway. I go into the kitchen to make coffee and Solomon's swimming in his grandmother's pool. I then look for Lola, but she's not there with him. Now watching him, he does two more laps and then exits the pool. He gets out, facing towards my home. He doesn't dry off with a towel, but stands there air drying. Pressing his fingers against his eyes clearing them, he then pulls his trunks out and looks down at his penis. He's examining it. Is he admiring it? Now placing his hand down his trunks, a burst of water runs down his leg. He then snatches out the little safety strip that was taped along the crotch area from the store. He lets his trunks snap back and then looks right into my kitchen window. I hurry and move to the side. Slow, I peek around the corner and he's now staring towards the front of the house.

Creeping from window to window, I watch him. It's then he's greeted by Mrs. Tolbert's other neighbor Miss Gypsy. That's not her real name, so why do we call her that? Because she has all kind of tricks up her sleeve. Gypsy and I are the same age. She's a widow of nine years now. Her shirt is so revealing it's just embarrassing. Each time she speaks she touches Solomon. Mrs. Tolbert comes out and Solomon hurries inside. My scowl turns into a satisfied smirk. I return to the kitchen and he's back by the pool. It's then I decide to drink my coffee on the patio. He sees me and waves. Waving back, I sit. I'm wearing my favorite nightgown and kimono set. Solomon's wearing a tee now.

Across the fence he asks, "May I have some coffee?"

    "Sure, help yourself."

Solomon goes inside and makes himself coffee. He returns and sits in front of me but I continue reading my book as if he isn't there.

He then says, "So, I hear you like sports."

Turning my book page I answer, "Yes, I love sports."

    "Cool. Who's your favorite team?"

    "Golden State."

    "Figured."

Removing my shades, I close my book, look him in his eyes and ask, "How'd you figure that?"

    "It's not hard, because most women are. The two stars of the team are attractive men."

    "So you think I pay thousands on season tickets and travel the country supporting this team because they're cute?"

He shrugs giving a deriding smirk. I then say, "If I were a preteen that would probably be my reasoning why, but I'm a grown woman. What I look like a kid to you? Or am I just that immature to you?"

    "Relax Mae. You're none of that. That's just my view. Shoot  me, I was wrong. ...Well, personally I'm a soccer fan or more so a Ronaldo fan."

    "You sure you're not a fan because the star player is so attractive?" He gives an enticing grin. I giggle.

    "I do like the Warriors too. Since you're a season ticket holder, maybe I can hang sometimes."

    "Of course."

Suddenly he looks up behind me. I turn and it's Lola. Her lovely hair I worked so diligently on is wet. We three remain in awkward silence a few moments. It's then I ask, "Where are you coming from? The beach?"

Nodding, Lola kisses my cheek, but with her eyes fixed on Solomon she says, "Hey King, I mean Solomon."

Giving a sexy smirk he answers, "What's up."

    "Sorry to interrupt. I'm going to shower now."

Standing Solomon says, "You're not interrupting."