“Okay, that did it. I’m hard as a rock. I hope this meeting doesn’t end anytime soon. I can’t stand up.”

His response made laughter bubble out of me. I could picture his erection standing at full-mast, straining for release from his dress pants as a boring, serious meeting went on all around him. I nearly jumped out of my skin when Annie said, “Are you sexting?”

I had been so preoccupied with our naughty messages that I hadn’t heard the customers leaving or Annie coming up behind me. “Oh, um, I guess, kind of,” I answered her awkwardly.

“There’s no ‘kind of’ about it, Sweetie. Either you are or you aren’t. Has he sent you a picture of his junk?”

“No!” I answered her, surprised that she would even think of something like that.

“Harry and I sometimes…” she started.

“Stop right there!” I interrupted her as I covered my ears and walked away from her. I did NOT want to think about sweet, grandfatherly Mr. Finley’s penis, and I was afraid whatever might come out of her mouth next would present me with a mental image of him that my mind would never be able to un-see.

“It doesn’t just shrivel up and fall off when you get older, you know!” she yelled after me as I walked to the back of the store. My phone was vibrating urgently, indicating I had more than one unanswered text.

Reading them made me smile. “So, where are you kissing and licking and sliding your way down to?” “Abby???” “You can’t leave me hanging like this.” “Where did you go?” “Come back!!!”

The mood had passed, so I responded simply. “I’ll show you tonight.”

“Can’t wait!” was his almost immediate response.

Deciding to have a little more fun with him, I sent another text. This one said, “Actually, I can’t wait to get my hands and lips and teeth and tongue on…”

“Yeah?” He answered a little uncertainly, as if he knew I was up to something.

“A big, juicy, ripe peach. I think I’m having my first real craving of this pregnancy.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He promised me.

30

He did not disappoint me. That night, he showed up at my door and presented me with the biggest, most perfect looking peach I had ever seen. I grabbed it from him greedily and ran to the kitchen to wash it off. After a cursory rinse with cool water, I took a huge bite of the tender flesh, closing my eyes and moaning in ecstasy as the sweet juice dripped down my chin.