T: I forgot to ask if you slept better last night?
S: Actually, no had crazy dreams.
T: Well, I’m in the ED for the next 4 nights so you can dream about me in my scrubs saving the lives of gang members.
S: Sexy. Btw, how serious was the convo?
T: Serious, but probably not serious enough. All stuff I’ve said before. She doesn’t argue anymore. But what you’re really asking is … Did the convo end in sex?
S: I assume Yes.
T: I had same convo and no sex I’m pathetic. I don’t want to send away the woman that adores me more than anyone ever has. But I don’t want to be her mother either. I do know something I want …
S: Hmm, so you are going to share your thoughts from the other night?
T: If I were a decent person & a better friend, I’d stop flirting with you… But hell, I still believe we are all animals. It’s just that WE are animal mommies.
S: Animal mommies? That’s a new one.
T: But after you left… I have a raging crush on you with your wicked smooth skin and your dragonfly energy. I very much want to tangle my stupidly long legs around you. Fuck Oh, were those not the thoughts you were looking for?!
S: I’m listening.
T: I’m your friend & for all I know, you are a terrible kisser.
S: I’m a great kisser… actually, I’m a fabulous kisser. Among other things I can teach u a few things.
T: So you say…
S: Get it?! Teach…ok, bad joke.
T: Oh, that’s naughty – as I’m writing a Pharm test on “surface tension” (boring ER, please go out & start a mass shooting) so u can teach me.
S: Hmm…don’t fret there will be GVS- parties are just hoppin, sun wasn’t out & bars haven’t closed, the ER fun begins at 0200.
T: Really If I code will u resuscitate me?
S: A concussion from the headboard?
T: I’m sorry, but we are not freakin’ married. I’m going to cross a line when I see you next & you’re going to let me. I promise not to drag you by your butch hair into bed! We are big girls. Well, technically I’m a bigger girl than you…
S: I like taller. Damn. I’m good at this. And you like that.
T: Neither of us is going to clear the path of obstacles on “faith.” Touch is inevitable.
S: As you wish. Which lips?
T: Do I bring the stepstool or do you?
S: Not needed.
T: Sorry, tension breaker, had to answer a page & needed to deflate.
S: I suck. I’m having a Baileys on the rocks and staring into night sky.
T: Sounds nice, I’m grinning at the thought of hearing your grunts of confusion. Wish I could join you. Our schedules suck. I’m antsy about the possibility that my schedule might finally be normal. And antsy about you…
S: Confession: I checked ur ass in your skirt.
T: Of course you did.
S: Hmmm, what could we do in a bigger office? T: Wow Endless possibilities.
S: Lying in bed thinking about a bigger office
T: Well, if you were with me, I’d be wearing a skirt.
S: Temporarily. U can drape it over my face.
T: On that thought…go to sleep & dream of the possibilities. Time for me to get paid for my brains, not my horniness.
Her mourning coffee 