It’s December’s edition . . . . .
As the 1st page turns there’s a laugh out loud almost like a Christmas card coming to life. It’s Alexus, she’s in the drive way and I’m a photographer. So we share a few pictures from different angles and try new settings.
The 2nd page shows another revealing photo. There’s a Christmas tree sitting next to a vacuum in the scene. Nearby there are two gifts and the blinds are open while she gazes in wonder.
“Where are you from?” I asked.
“North Carolina.” She said.
When the 3rd page turns we’re in the middle of a back seat private sitting. She’s nervous, but I’m not. I look at her and she’s looking back at me with that funky grin that I love so much. Just as I was about to tell her that she looks like somebody, there’s a beeping sound.
The beeping sound was my pager. But, we finished the back seat setting. Afterwards, the December’s edition turned out to be a total bang.
Alexus’s 1st subscription sold out that week so we have tons of money coming from the mail now. Unfortunately, they already had January’s model planned before December. Alexus, doesn’t know that I have to leave her for the next model yet.
Tonight is the night, I have to tell her January’s model is coming soon. A Lyft brought me to the airport on discount and I couldn’t tell Alexus because our relationship is private. After the set, she thought I went on vacation.
Now it’s December 30th and we’ve been messaging every day. It’s not my fault that I work with a new model every month. So, I go in airplane mode and ask Alexus for a ride.
# just touched down at McCarran airport #
How bout a spin?
Reading . . .
Typing . . .
Sending . . .
I’ll be there soon.
Alright
She’s at the Miracle Mile shops inside Planet Hollywood. So I start thinking dinner and a drive-thru movie. Then she shows me a selfie of her in the fitting room. I start feeling like I should tell her in the morning because we should enjoy the evening. Then I hear a tweet so I check Twitter real quick.
Cousin Eddie from Tennessee says: Keep your eyes on the road.
TBC . . .
To be continued . . .