With her new brilliant smile plastered on her face, she spun around and skipped back into the dark garage toward the apartment.
I stomped out my cigarette on my boot and headed up to the main house. “Wait!” Ti called. I turned around to find her back outside again. “Where are you going?” she asked.
I pointed up to the main house. “You want to be normal today, right?”
“Yeah?”
I started walking again, calling back to Ti, “Then I gotta go figure out what the fuck it is that normal people do.”
*
Bear
Ray had looked at me like I’d sprouted an extra head when I asked her where she thought I should take Ti. “Bear, I’m nineteen, technically widowed, and engaged with three kids. That’s not normal no matter how you look at it.” She’d said.
She had a point.
I couldn’t take Ti anywhere remote so I decided on the Rosinus State Park. It was public enough that if the MC did know where we were they still wouldn’t make a move.
“Here, wear this,” I said, handing her a plain black baseball cap.
“What? Is this supposed to be some sort of disguise?” she asked.
“Just put it on,” I said, watching her thread her hair through the opening at the back.
“Can you recognize me?” she asked sarcastically.
“Smart ass.”
“Okay so where is your brilliant disguise?” she asked.
I pulled the black v-neck t-shirt over my head. “Viola.”
“A shirt? Your disguise is a shirt?”
“Yep.”
“The funny thing is I can actually see how that could work,” Ti said, looking me up and down.
“Really?”
“Nope!” She opened the door and bolted out of the truck, jumping up on top of the nearest picnic table, her tits bouncing as she danced around.
The park was small, no more than five acres with a beach type area, except instead of sand it was covered with pine needles that butted up against a huge lake. Tall pine trees lined the edge of the water, every tenth tree or so had been removed to make room for a picnic table or bench. There were people around but not too many to make it crowded, just enough to make witnesses.
Ti held out her arms and took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air. She looked down at me as I approached and my chest tightened.
“This place is perfect,” she said, flashing me another brilliant smile. She hopped down onto the bench part of the table and walked to the edge, leaping off dramatically before landing on her feet in the dirt like she was a gymnast, raising her arms above her head and taking a step back like she was in the Olympics.
“Seven,” I said, holding up a fake score card.
“Bullshit, biker-boy,” she scoffed. “That was at least an eleven. Seven? Please!” She jumped back up onto another bench and pointed her index finger in the air. “Let’s go to the tapes!” she announced, queuing up her imaginary replay.
“Sorry,” I said, sucking air in between my teeth and bobbing my head from side to side. I stood below her, my face just inches away from the top of her thighs. “The judges have reviewed the tape, and they all agree. Although it would have been a two…” I said, turning her around by her legs so that she was facing away from me. “But you got the extra points because I really dig your ass being at eye level.” I turned my head to the side and rested my cheek on her ass like it was a pillow that I wanted to take a nap on.
Because it was.
I wasn’t able to linger on the phenomenally sexy image of my face pressed against her naked ass for too long because she reached back and swatted at my head with her hat like I was a bee buzzing around her legs. “Bear!” she screeched playfully, jumping back down from the bench and then running around it, holding onto her butt like we were in a locker room and she was protecting it from an impending towel swat.
“Just watching you jump around is exhausting,” I said, reaching into my jeans and pulling out my cigarettes. I lit one and waved the smoke away from my face.
“Mama used to call me her little jumping bean because they could never get me to sit still,” she admitted, finally sitting down on top of the picnic table.
“Fitting,” I said, feeling like I was able to relax now that the jumping bean had stopped jumping.
I took a drag of my cigarette and blew out the smoke. It had taken me forever to figure out where to take Ti. So long now that the sun had just started to set into the horizon. I liked the night. I liked the dark. Smoking in the dark always held more appeal for me than smoking during the day. Maybe it had something to do with being able to see the smoke against the dark background of the night sky. Or maybe it was being able to see the glowing ember from the end of the cigarette or the bright yellow flame when I fired up my lighter. Smoking was familiar to me. It felt good.
It also reminded me of home.
I’d be shit at making one of those anti-smoking public service announcements.