I'd pace around the room and I'd think. This is stupid, I'm just going to pick up the phone and call her. It's not as if she's going to come out of the phone holding an Uzi and start shooting me. I just want to tell her the good news.
I'm coming home.
I'd go over to the phone and the whole thing would start over.
Why couldn't I call Jess?
She should have had enough time to calm down by now.
Why did I want to call her?
I could always tell when Jess was coming.
She'd start letting out little gasps of air, her stomach muscles ripple their way down to her pelvis and her thighs would tighten around my head.
Coltrane was playing in the background as she came, the old record skipping and popping with her breaths.
When she would finish, I'd slowly kiss my way around her, until I was on top, each kiss relaxing her body until it coasted down from its peak.
"I want you," she'd say, guiding me inside of her.
I dialed Jess' number.
It began ringing.
The door bell rang.
Jess and I were both too loaded to answer the door.
We'd been getting high for two days straight.
"Come on in," I hollered.
The door opened.
It was our friend, Dan.
He'd been partying with us.
"I'm back," he said. "I brought some treats."
He held up some balloons.
"One each."
Jess' phone kept ringing.
Miles played on the stereo.
Dan had left. It was just me and Jess.
We lined up the white powder like soldiers in a row, and snorted the stuff like it was candy from a pixie stick.
I felt the heat spread through me.
"Hello?"
It was Jess.
I hung up the phone.
