CHRISTINE
Grady opens the door. He’s learned not to be wearing a towel. I command respect and wearing a towel when I arrive means he’s expecting me to simply have s*x with him. It means he thinks I’m that easy. I’m glad. He’s learning.
Instead, he’s wearing jeans and a cotton checked shirt. It’s long-sleeved but he’s rolled the sleeves up to just below the elbows. He wearing shoes and it tells me he’s ready to go out.
“Going somewhere?” I ask.
“Well, I was thinking we could go for dinner,” he smiles.
“Mmm,” I think about it. “You surprised me twice in less than a minute. There may be hope for you yet.”
“There’s always hope for me,” he says smiling. He’s still arrogant but although he’s learning, he’s got a long way to go yet. I’ve taken off the ring, Rick gave me. I don’t want to sho
