Page 44 of Goose

Goose

My motivation the see Ally was driven by my instinct to survive. In her absence, my heart ached. Being in her presence temporarily fixed what was broken. Having experienced both ends of what the spectrum offered, seeing her on a more frequent basis seemed to be the logical answer. I’d deal with the repercussions of my decision when and if they came.

“Why are you single?” she asked.

I pulled out my wallet and put a fifty-dollar bill under the salt shaker. “Where’d that come from?”

She glanced at the money and then offered me a smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I said.

“It was just a question,” she explained. “You’re nice looking, have a pretty good personality, and you’ve got a nice dick. I want to make sure I didn’t make a grave mistake by riding your dick in the car the other night. Why are you single?”

“Pretty good personality? Pretty good?” I chuckled. “Really?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “It’s pretty good. You’re a little stand-offish and you’ve got a bit of a temper.”

“What member of the male species doesn’t?”

“I don’t have a lot of experience with your species, personally. I can’t answer that accurately.”

“Why don’t you have much experience? You’re nice looking, have a pretty good personality, and you’ve got a nice pussy,” I said mockingly.

She laughed. “Answering a question with a question is a sign you’re hiding something, Goose. Why don’t you want to answer me?”

I put my wallet in my pocket. “I’ll answer you.” I gave my response some thought, but not much. “I’m single by choice.”

I didn’t know what else to say. It was true, I was single by choice. It certainly wasn’t by design. I was a marketable man and had been presented many opportunities to be in a relationship, most of which were declined. I’d only taken advantage of one of them, and it ended poorly.

“Okay. You’re single by choice. Why do you choose to be single?” she asked. “We’re naturally drawn to the opposite sex. We have an engrained desire to breed, have offspring, and feel wanted. Needed. If these feelings are natural, why don’t you possess them?”

I gestured toward the door. “Maybe I do.”

A look of disappointment formed. “Where are we going?”

“To my place.”

“Oh. You’re going to take me home and stick your pretty dick in my mouth, so I’ll stop asking questions?”

“No. My plan was to take you home, sit on the roof, and watch the sun set.”

She reached for her purse. “I still want answers.”

“I’ll give them,” I assured her.

“We’re taking the bike?”

“You’re following me. I’m not far from here.”

“I thought you were in La Mesa. Mars, basically.”

I chill ran the length of my spine. I was a private person. I hadn’t told her where I lived. The fact she knew made me a little nervous.

More than a little.

My eyes thinned. “Who told you I was in La Mesa?”

“I don’t know. Somebody. You?”