The Psychiatrist

Chapter Nineteen

     My feet crashes down onto the pavement as I make my way onto Bayshore Boulevard towards the two story homes. It's 4:53 in the morning and I'm trying to wake my body up. Last night I spoke with Charity. She has been calling me since my date with Dana. The conversations were dry and lifeless, like every other phone call for the past few days. We've talked about her family and how they're upset that I didn't come, and some other junk that I didn't care to listen to. My mind wondered back and forth about Dana. Those green eyes, pouting lips . . . wrapped around my throbbing member. I pump my arms faster as I bolt down the sidewalk.

TWO HOURS LATER AS I jog back to the condo, I zoom past Leslie's. The lights are on in the window and I see her, well I think it's her.

     The windows are slightly fogged but I press my face against the window, desperately hoping it's her. Jeans and a black sweater is all I can see. It's seems like her. It look's like something she would wear too. The silky silhouette turns around quickly. LESLIE! I thought it was Dana. I take off running, hoping she didn't see me.

     What was I thinking? Just standing there looking like a horny peeping tom. I most definitely can't go now. What if Leslie tells Dana? How she'll think I'm some kind of creep. I bend over to tie my shoes. That's it! I can't see her again, no, I won't see her again. At all. I'm engaged. I'm engaged. I am engaged.

     "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" A familiar voice screams. The car comes to a screeching halt, knocking me on my ass. My hands are in the air as I protect my eyes from the blearing headlights.

     "Are you out of your damn mind? You could've killed someone!" I yell. The car door fling open and a pair of beautiful legs are all I can see. The sound of clicking heels rush towards me.

     "Oh my god, I am so so sorry. I didn't see you there."

     Dana.

     "Are you okay?" She says, kneeling in front of me. I ignore the pain that shoots to my wrist and bask in her beauty. Her green eyes were laced with concern. Her mouth parted as she breathed nervously. I watched as her chest rose and fell, her sweater leaving nothing to my imagination. Perfect round breast that would fit so well in my mouth.

     "Are you okay, Oliver?" She repeats herself.

     "I thought you liked me." I tease. A crimson red blush stills across her cheeks as she swats at me.

     "Oh, you're fine."

     "So are you, even if you are a maniac driver." I say. She's on her feet in seconds, smiling at me with her hand reached out to me.

     "My brakes kind of went out earlier this morning on my way to Leslie's." Great. So that wasn't her.

     "I can have my dad take a look at them for you, if you would like." I offer.

     "No, you don't have to do that. I don't want to be a bother and honestly, I can do it myself." I really wish she wasn't so bashful.

     "I'm sure my dad won't mind. I'll pay for the work to be done, I insist."

     What the hell man? I thought we couldn't see her again and now YOU want to pay for her car to get fixed? 

     "Well," she bites her lip, contemplating my offer.

     "Lover boy, bring your ass! We're going to be late to work!" Marvin yells from the window of his Tesla. Curse him for interrupting us! I look down at my watch and it's fifteen minutes pass seven. Damn it.

     "We can talk more about it after church, I mean if you're still coming." She bat's her lashes at me. I give her a quick nod before I rush off to the passenger side of Marvin's Tesla.