The Playa Chronicles by Roy Glenn Read Free Book Online Page B

again, but there’s no point in passing up good dick.”
    And they say we ain’t shit.
    Now, here I was, back at the Plaza. Back where it all began for me and Laura. I got off the elevator and sat down. Not too long after that, a waitress brought me a drink. She told me that Laura said to tell me that she was sorry, but that she had to run down to the Underground and wanted me to meet her at Hooter’s. No surprise there, I thought. So I sucked down my drink and left. On the way down in the elevator, I thought about going home.
    “No, let’s get this over with.”
    It was a cool night with a nice breeze blowing, so I decided to walk. I’m not sure if it was because I wanted to make Laura wait, or because I wanted to give myself I chance to think about what I was about to do. Did I really want to tell Laura it was over? Before tonight, I hadn’t heard from her in days. We hadn’t seen each other in over a month. The way we were going, things would just fade out slowly.
    No suspense, no drama.  
    Fact of the matter is that I really like Laura. And if that was the case, why was I doing this? The answer was simple: I was doing the right thing.
    Right?
    I stopped for the light at the corner. I watched the cars go by and went down my reasons list one more time. I remembered what Shelia told me that last night we were together. She said if it wasn’t her, it would just be somebody else. “That’s just the type of man you are.”  
    Was she right?
    Could I stop just like that?  
    Would I tell Laura it was over and be back with her or some other woman in a couple of months?
    Draw the line at flirtation.
    Monogamy.
    The light changed and I thought about April. Did she really know what was going on? And did it really matter? It isn’t worth losing April. I started walking faster. I knew I was just making excuses, looking for a reason to fail before I ever started; trying to give myself a reason for backing out. What I have with Laura is sex. It was time to change.
    Right?
    I ran down the steps to the Underground two at a time, then quickly made my way to Hooter’s. I scanned the room. No Laura. “Ain’t this a bitch. ” I looked around for a seat. Maybe she just went to bathroom or something. I took a seat. No sooner had I sat down, when a waitress appeared from nowhere. “Your name Rick?” She smiled.
    I tried not to notice how good she looked, but it was inescapable. “Yeah.”
    She sat a drink on the table in front of me. “Laura said to tell you she’d be right back,” she said and started to walk away.
    “Hey!” I called out to her. “What am I drinking?”
    “ Mojito .”
    “Thanks.” I grabbed the glass and began to stir it up with the straw. I took a long sip of the liquid courage. I began thinking about what I’d say: How I would have to be strong and overcome her objections. I was thankful that I was someplace that didn’t have a bed. It would make being strong so much easier.
    I laughed out loud.
    The ladies at the next table looked at me like I was crazy. I threw them a fake smile and took another big swallow. This stuff was pretty good. I’m a Long Island Iced Tea man from way back, but I could get use to this.
    Before I realized it, I had finished half of my drink and Laura still hadn’t come back. I began to get the feeling that Laura wasn’t coming back. Then the waitress returned. “Hey, Laura said to tell you that she had to go to The Hard Rock Cafe.”
    “You’re kidding, right?”
    “No, I’m for real. She just called and told me to tell you that. She wants you come there; she said she’ll wait there for you,” she said, grinning ear to ear. “You want another drink before you go?”
    “No, but thanks.”
    I was pissed, but I tried not to show it. Hard Rock was right across the street from the Plaza. I finished my drink and left. By this time I knew that she was playing with me. Question is, how long would the game last? How many more places did she intend to run me to? Then