Chapter Eight
First thing today I began severing my ties with the men in my life…it was hardly necessary with Jeremiah, but I could expect he would be the one that Pierre might actually ask about, so I was sure Jeremiah had our new, strictly platonic relationship clear. I then dropped by the auto shop to see Rocco. He came sauntering out, I think expecting the usual quickie.
“Hey, Rocco,” I felt that old charge between my legs but backed off, “I might really like it now…but I gotta tell you, we can’t anymore.” I gave him a sunny smile.
He looked at me, eyebrows raised in surprise. “New guy, huh?”
“Yes.”
He shook his head and looked a bit chagrinned, then turned back, and said with some regret, “I’ll miss you.”
At that point, I could honestly report no regret on my part. I gave him a
