1. Marcy's Playground 11 by loyalsock


    Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Bevvie said. She opened her arms, and I hugged her. &#034What the hell am I doing?&#034 I said into her chest. &#034I don't, I mean I just, the whole thing is, what do I even feel? It's wild.&#034 She pushed me away from her, looking suddenly adult for a minute. &#034It's your summer after high school. You don't have to know everything.&#034 &#034Yeah, but I don't know anything.&#034 &#034Oh, boo hoo,&#034 Bevvie said. I smiled. &#034I'm thinking you know more than me,&#034 she said. &#034At least now you do.&#034 And then she wiggled her eyebrows at me comically. &#034I don't know why I like you,&#034 I said. &#034I share my ice cream.&#034 * Saturday afternoon I had to go into work. This was going to be my first evening working. I had a tiny bit of nerves. Would everything be the same? I arrived at work at 1 p.m. Dead. I caressed the grey cover of The Magician's Land. What would Jean-Luc say? Come to mama. At 3 p.m. I took out my phone and checked the weather. 101 degrees. With heat index, 106. Bejeebers. I looked out the windows at the blinding sunshine. Maybe that explains why it was so dead. No one wanted to come out in the heat. I looked back at my phone. General average temperature for my zip code for August 2nd. 77 degrees. Oh, great. As long as we're close. At 5 p.m. I got up and started pacing. Too much sitting on my ass couldn't be good for me. Howard, the ...
    seventy-year-old, came in. &#034Working off some frustration there, Marcy?&#034 he asked. He handed me his card. &#034I'm just trying to stay in shape for the day you come to your senses,&#034 I said. He cackled. Swipe. In he went. But whom was he going to play with? There was no one in there. None of my business. Five minutes later, Brenda came on. Okay, that's who. Not that I'm curious or anything. None of my business. Then a group of middle-aged women came in. I waited. Nobody else. I wondered. Was Howard going to—? Naaaaaahhhh. At 8 p.m. it started to get busy. Like busier than I had ever seen it busy. For the first time all summer I felt like I was earning my pay, as people poured in. Many of them I had met before. Some of the ones I hadn't stopped and introduced themselves, and I went through the whole 'yes I'm new' routine. And people kept coming. On the whole they were dressed fancier. There was more of an urgency to get in, like I was swiping people into a nightclub, instead of a country club. I didn't know how much of that was because it was later, and how much of that was because people were a little cracked after the crazy, record-breaking heat. At 9 p.m. Mr J. relieved me. I gathered my purse, book, and water bottle, and said good-bye. He waved in my general direction, distracted and not looking, as he swiped in a gaggle of girls who barely looked college age.
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