Time for you to go,” Aaron said, jumping out of bed. Was Cindy thinking his rear was starting to sag? Better not be, or he’d say something about her raisin boobs. “I’m off to a bullfight in Pamplona. Back this evening.”
“Huh?” she said. “That’s seven thousand miles from here.”
What gave her the right to cross-examine him? “Never mind. Let’s get together in a few days.”
“What’re you talking about? I’ll just chill out here at the house until you get back.”
“No,” Aaron said, like a guillotine. “I’m spending tonight with Jeffrey and then I’m off to Moscow on Thursday. Won’t be back for two weeks. You should go back to the Haight apartment.”
Why was she just lying there on his aunt’s silk sheets, instead of getting up and dressed and out? Did he have to come right out and say it?
“You treat me like shit,” she said, bringing the sheets up over her raisin tits. “I don’t know why I put up with this kind of treatment.”
“Your choice, Cindy. Honestly, I’m getting a little tired of your demands. You’d think we had a commitment.”
“We’ve been having sex for months now. About time you ponied up.”
Aaron looked at her. Whose rules was she playing by? His grandmother’s in Iowa? They certainly weren’t Aaron’s rules.
“Get dressed and leave, Cindy. We’ll talk about this when I get back from Moscow.”
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