Marie Sexton - Coda 02 - A to Z by Marie Sexton Read Free Book Online

and hoped he was planning to return the favor when I was finished. “Oh God, Zach. A little more. Just a little more.” His fingers clenched in my hair, and that was all it took.
    When he was done, I stood up and kissed him. “Baby, that was so good,” he said as I pulled back. He grabbed my ass again and pulled me against him as one of his hands groped my crotch. I moaned and leaned into him. “I’m sorry I don’t have time to take care of you right now.” He kissed me again. “Can I make it up to you later?”
    I was so horny at that point that it really wouldn’t have taken him more than a minute or two to bring me off, but I nodded. “Sure.”
“I’ll pick you up at six.”
    He left. My erection didn’t. I knew I’d be tense and cranky all afternoon. I ended up jacking off in the bathroom. It felt terribly adolescent, but at least it relieved some of the pressure.
Angelo came back ten minutes later, and Nero Sensei was right behind him holding a giant box full of broken boards. “Hey, Zach. I brought you some firewood.”
    Never mind that it was July, and that I had told him a hundred times that my apartment didn’t have a fireplace. Nero’s students were constantly breaking boards, and he was desperate to find something to do with the left over pieces.
“Thanks, Sensei. You can just leave them by the door.” Angelo turned to me once Nero had left. “What you gonna do with all that wood?”
     
“Drop it in the dumpster tomorrow morning, before Sensei gets here.” What the hell else could I do?
     
“Look on the bright side,” Angelo said with a smile. “If we’re ever attacked by an army of boards, Sensei’s students will save the day.”
    I laughed as Nero passed by again, on his way to Jeremy’s door with another box. Jeremy would probably try to lecture him on how government interference in the free market was to blame for the plummeting value of broken boards.
    At about two Jimmy Buffett stopped in.
Angelo surprised me by calling out, “Hey Mr. D.” “What do you have for me today, Angelo?”
Angelo pulled a DVD out from under the counter. “ An Affair to Remember .” He held it out. “You seen it?”
     
Jimmy Buffett, a.k.a. Mr. D, shook his head, smiling. “No. You think I’ll like it?”
     
Angelo smiled back at him. “Guaranteed.” Jimmy rented the movie, thanked Angelo, and left.
     
Angelo turned to me, and the look on my face made him ask jokingly, “What’s your problem?”
    “‘Mr. D’?” I asked him.
He shrugged. “Yeah, why not?”
“That’s his name?”
Ang shook his head at me. “Seriously, Zach. You gotta know your regulars. His name’s Drew Davis. He digs chick flicks.”
    Which explained why he always seemed embarrassed. Of course I hadn’t ever paid attention to what he rented. “What about Goth Girl?” I asked Angelo.
“Carrie. She only rents musicals.” He gave me his lopsided smirk. “Honestly, Zach, don’t know how you survived without me.”
    I wasn’t sure either. I felt like it was some kind of divine providence that had prompted me to hire him. But I was saved from answering by Ruby, who came through the door and promptly proclaimed, “Zach, I’ve had another vision.”
“Really?” I asked. A glance at Angelo showed him looking amused and curious.
    “Yes. A lady in a big green dress brought you a bowl of ice cream. She said, ‘Before it melts, Zach. Because I’m crazy about you’.”
“A lady in a big green dress is crazy about me?” I asked. Angelo was grinning from ear to ear.
     
Ruby shrugged. “I don’t interpret the visions, dear. I only receive them.”
    Jeremy came in at four to see if we needed more pamphlets. He was obviously disappointed in how many were still sitting on my counter.
“I just can’t understand why more people aren’t interested in promoting real change in Washington,” he said to me.
     
“I’m not sure, either, Jeremy,” I said, trying to sound sympathetic.
    “Do you realize the federal