The Morning After
“ Oh, gawd, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk again.” I make my way gingerly back from the bathroom to the bed where Gabriela still lies. I collapse onto the sheets.
She’s looking at me and grinning. “Harder, baby. You remember that? I just gave you want you needed, Angel. No, what you demanded. You were very demanding.”
Now it’s my turn to smile. She doesn’t remind me of the part of the night where I was having my meltdown, only the good times. The hot and sweaty good times. “Thank you.” I touch my lips to hers.
“ You gonna be able to work today, or am I on my own?” Gabriela’s really in a cheeky mood this morning. She’s grinning like a fool.
“ I’ll be there,” I say.
“ I can put a stool by the register, so you can rest your tired kitty.” She reaches
