Ten
Two hours and countless subway stops on what felt every line in the Metro Transit Authority later we arrived at my front door. I was exhausted and filthy and out of breath from running up the ten flights to my floor, but surprisingly enough I was having a good time.
Now I knew what older women saw in younger men.
“Admit it,” Phelps teased as he poked me in the ribs, “you had fun on the subway.”
I looked into those beautiful blue eyes and saw all the exuberance that was missing in my life. If only I were a few years younger.
“Yes,” I admitted reluctantly, “it was actually pretty fun.” My mother would have a heart attack if she ever found out. “You can’t say anything about this on Saturday.”
“About what? The subway?”
“Yes. It would kill my mother to learn I spent a night riding ma
