It Had Been Years by Michael Malflic Read Free Book Online Page A

during the entire conversation.  Each speaking so quickly and listening so intensely that there was seemingly no time for a breath for either of them.   Nadrea discussed dinner with Daddy, the anguish, the confusion, and his typical lack of interest.  As the each spoke they became more lost in the conversation with each other, the rest of the world simply didn’t exist.  Vincent found his way around the pair to engage the Husker in his own byline of conversation.  Boys will always be boys and in accordance with that the conversation was not about how they had met the ladies, or their feelings as to what might become of the interludes.  There was no discussion of family or feelings only basic facts and obvious male opinions.  Donna paused for a drink, only to again begin primping, passing her hair from hand to hand, Nadrea finished her third since she entered.  As the boys talked the Husker switched to Cappuccino & Vince back to soda moving away from his untouched Vodka, the Husker stated that he worked for the Government and Vince in Technology Finance.  Both were understating their day jobs, but in general this kept things far less complicated, neither felt like explaining what they did in detail to the other.  
    While the girls shared more of the details of the day the men talk sports.  Nadrea pined on with her usual list of complaints, her daddy issue at hand.  Donna was not herself, her newly relaxed manner and not her typical type “A” pushy demeanor may not have been noticed by anyone else there that knew her but should have been a signal flashing bright red that something had changed, perhaps she didn’t even know it yet.  One could see plainly on her face that she was tired but continued to talk with girl like enthusiasm, for the moment she wasn’t a poor hick slut, or a professional anything she was nothing more than a friend at the end of a long listless day.   The evening wore on and the Husker took his leave, Vincent was not far behind as he said his goodbyes.
    “You’re not going to try to fuck me?” Nadrea asked.
    “Nope, never my intent, just a little pleasant conversation.”  
    This sent her reeling, her entire purpose for approaching him was for a potential interlude, if for no other purpose than her pleasure and amusement.  She didn’t need or want a friend.  Seeing her instant irritation he became intentionally more aloof. 
    “Really, are you afraid you wouldn’t measure up?”  Nadrea struck right for the heart of many a man’s ego.
    “Oh no, the Ruler was quite kind to me ”  Vincent replied, continuing without pause “I’m just not sure you’re my type.  You seem like you might be a nice lady.” As he paused he watched her displeasure continue to go.  “But I like my companions a little, well a little more liberated.  Kind of trashy actually.”
    “Fuck You! You Fuckwit!” she yelled.
    “See you’ve even lost your great sense of humor that made you so attractive in the first place.  Gotta go.”   This was  where his life was once again uncomplicated, Vincent possessed the simple gift of being able to detach himself from a situation, not put himself in harm’s way and coolly step aside.
    “I’m here a lot, if you want to see me again just stop by” he said as he smiled and hugged Donna then turned to offer the same adieu to Nadrea .
    “What if I…” Nadrea began.
    “Want to have dinner with me?” he added which was not the conclusion to her sentence. Her proposition was going to be a much more forward one.
    “I’m here on Thursday” he said with a wider smile “ I eat at 7:00 if you care to join me, if not no worries.”
    He was greeted with “Not likely” in a cold harsh tone.  The tone was stinging more with the adulation of a petulant child than a woman who had just had a professional swordsman pass on a casual interlude.
    “Well, the offer still stands, I was looking forward to finding out what a fuckwit is.  I’ve never been