"Four bucks even," the cab driver said as I handed him a five dollar bill.
"Keep the change," I said as I headed to my friends' apartment building I'd been staying at in the spare bedroom for a few months. I didn't see Harold's car out front, Maggie's husband, he worked the night shift and should have been home by now. Then I remembered it was his day off, and he probably went out for an all-nighter game of poker with the boys. As I opened the door, Maggie came running up to me.
"Oh my god, thank god, oh god, you aren't dead!" she exclaimed and then she smacked me upside the head. "Don't EVER do that again, call if you are going to stay out all night, for god's sake, I was crying this morning when you weren't here, I thought you'd gotten stabbed to death or gang raped, my god, anything can happen," she babbled on as she continued to smack me upside the head. I grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers and then the palm and then went to her wrists.
"Don't get all frisky with me now, I am SO pissed off at you, my god, you don't even know how scared I was, you not being here, for God's sake, you can't just make a phonecall to let me know you are ok?"
I looked at her and her lips were just so full and enraged, covered in spittle from yelling at me... I wanted to just grab her and kiss her.
"Don't look at me like that, oh my God, sex does not make everything better, not this time, damn you, Capri, you can't freak me out not knowing what to do, worrying about you like that," Maggie went on until I finally grabbed her, pushed her the rest of the way into the front room, kicked the door shut with my foot and brought her down on the couch, smothering her face in kisses. She belted me hard with her hand on my ear, I heard a little high-pitched zinging noise somewhere far away in my head. I took her hand and bit her pinky finger, hard, and then started sucking it slowly.
"Oh god..." Maggie purred and started kissing me back.