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Tuesday Evening- early winter
Denys's turn:
"Yo, Furball!"
"In the laundry room, guy."
It's evening, and my man just came home, after a very long day at his shop, "Something Beautiful--Flowers and Gifts." I'm glad to see him. Very glad to see him. If your partner owns or works in retail, you don't see him or her much between Thanksgiving and January 15th. It's just the way it is.
Jerome Mayson is his name. To me, it's more than a name, it's perhaps the two best words in the English language.
He's 6'3', and a red bear. I like his red goatee.
I'm Denys Morys. I'm 5' 8'" and a grey/brown bear. He likes my eyes. Sometimes they're blue, sometimes they're grey.
Neither of us have "ideal" bodies..which is fine with us. His 6 pack is one of Mountain Dew, and once in a while St. Pauli. My 6 pack is diet caffeine free Coke, and sometimes diet 7 Up.
We're both on the other side of 40, and not ashamed to admit it. (All right. He's 45, and I'm 47.)
He's removed his work shoes, and pads into the laundry room in his sock feet. He grabs me, and wraps me in a fiercely tender hug from behind. It's one of my favourite ways to be hugged. He smells intoxicatingly of the flowers, the "end of day" perspiration, and the sandalwood soap he used to try to wash up before coming home.
Jerome's hands are on my nipple rings right now.
"Mmmm..I'll give you a few hours to stop that," I say, with a little growl.
"Heh." he says.
I turn around, and reach up to kiss him. I love the fact that he's taller than I am. I love it a lot.
The kiss is just medium-passionate. Lovely and sincere, but we've been together a few years, so it's not always moonlight and sparkling non-alcoholic cider from California.
"Did you eat?" I ask.
"No, not since lunch."
"Grilled chicken and stuff?"
"Sounds good to me--how long?"
"Half hour, tops."
I have everything ready, just need to heat the broiler, and cook the vegetables. Broccoli in garlic butter, roasted red skin potatoes, and a Caesar salad from the bag.
He comes into the kitchen with me, just to keep me company. I am a good cook who likes to cook, but I just want COMPANY, not help.
"Want me to set the table?"
"Sure, use the big dishes."
The big dishes are Franciscan "Starburst." We both enjoy the best of 1950s design.
Soon we're eating, and laughing, and he's telling me about his day in the shop.
"Maria faced down a potential shoplifter. Man, I have never seen her so fierce. I am glad she's on my side."
"What was the scumbucket, er, dear trying to grab?"
"Oh, you told me it would be tempting...that crystal whatsit from iittala."
"So, did you call the police?"
"No, Maria just calmly asked to see his credit card. It was a platinum one."
"Why am I not overly surprised, Jerome?"
We're done, and we take the plates to the dishwasher. I scrape, but do not rinse. That's what the hot water and detergent in the machine is for.
Jerome leads me to the living room, and he puts on one of our favourite Kate Bush CD's. It's Tuesday evening in Ohio. I read, he watches something on the idiot box. Mr. Smith, my three-legged orange tabby cat, joins us. It's his turn to be out, and Wolf, Jerome's dog, is in the spare bedroom. Mr. Smith hates and fears dogs, even friendly beagle/pomeranian mixes like Wolf.
He leans against my left shoulder, (the good one), and says "I wish you'd come into the store with me. I could use you there more than just on the weekends."
This is a big issue. I love the store, but I hate being there a lot. I'm a little shy, and I don't always like many other people.
Jerome, however, is a natural. People seem to love him. I don't mind if other people love him, as long as he comes home.
He takes Wolf out for a walk, and whatever dogs do outside. I like Wolf well enough, but Mr. Smith and I have been together longer than Jerome and I have.
I helped him with the business plan, and I do some buying for the store. He likes to have a range of gifts. Finding wonderful things at the lower price levels is a challenge I like.
Now, it's time for one pint of ice cream and a spoon. No, we don't partake of "Chubby Hubby." Just a bit too close to home. He grabbed my second favourite, "Uncanny Cashew."
"What's up the rest of the week, Denys?"
"I thought we'd have Gayle and Don over for dinner and a dvd Saturday, if they're free, and other than that, the week's open."
"Sounds ok to me. Let's take these calories to bed."
He flips off the tv, I check the doors, and double check the thermostat. I can't get used to this new programmable thermostat.
He challenges me with "Last one naked is a Republican!"
We're two bare bears in seconds.
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