MARTY AND NAVADA (Cont’d)
Marty and Molly walked over with another young man. Marty made introductions, “Jen, this is Navada Lucas, my best friend. He still has both legs, but he’s okay.” Jen took an instant liking to Navada. She could tell he had a sense of humor. He had drawn a set of lips on his facemask, but they were a woman’s lips—bright red. It made her smile.
“Would you care to dance?” Navada asked Jen. She nodded and stood up. The four of them danced a few more times.
Finally, Jen said, “Folks, I’m not use to this, and my protheses are killing me, so I need to sit down.”
“We’re going to call it a night,” Molly announced. “But first I need to hit the head.” Jen took the hint and followed her to the restroom.
Once inside the ladies’ restroom, Molly said, “Don’t worry about driving me home. Marty said he’d give me a ride. We’re going to his place for a nightcap.
Jen sternly asked, “Molly do your panties fall off every time you meet a good-looking guy?”
Molly smiled. “What panties?”
Jen laughed. “Sorry, for a minute I forgot who I was talking to. Okay, but send me a text or call so I’ll know where to go to claim the body.” Molly just laughed. “I’m not kidding,” Jen yelled as Molly walked out of the restroom.
Before leaving, Molly kissed Jen on the cheek and started to leave holding hands with Marty. On the way out, Molly turned and winked at Jen. Navada then sat down to talk with Jen. Jen thought he was very charming although she felt as if he was just being polite and keeping her company.
As long as they had food or drinks, they could take off their facemasks. Navada got up and returned with a plate full of French fries for them to nibble on. He then when over to the bar a returned with two beers. Jen kept a close watch her drink as the bartender filled the glasses. It was habit she developed on the police force. A girl can’t be too careful.
When they both removed their facemasks, Jen got a good look at Navada. Earlier, she already had noticed his piercing blue eyes. She couldn’t help but noticed his eyelashes. He had beautiful, long eyelashes; the kind a woman would kill to have. He also had a beautiful smile. He explained how he was Marty’s best friend and roommate from Georgia Tech. They took ROTC together. When they were commissioned, Navada was commissioned in the infantry while Marty, with his high GPA was commissioned in the Engineers. Navada was still on active duty, stationed at Fort Stewart, in Savanna, Georgia with the 188th Infantry Brigade. He had driven up from Savanna to spend the weekend with his parents.
Jen couldn’t take her eyes off his eyes. On his part, he held her gaze while talking. Despite herself, she was attracted to him. She decided she should slow down her drinking. She was two beers short of going home with him. She started nursing her beer. As Navada talked, Jen played with her hair—twisting and twirling it. Eventually, she shifted her fingers down to the top button of her blouse and fiddled with it. She fantasized about sleeping with him. He was funny. He made her laugh every few minutes.
Soon she was convinced Navada was flirting with her. She also realized she was flirting with him. On the one hand she felt guilty because she had two live-in boyfriends at home. She felt like she was cheating even though everything was innocent enough. On the other hand, she was excited to find out she could still attract a hot guy like Navada. After she lost her legs, she thought no guy would be interested in her. Doc and Jonah were exceptions.
At one point, Navada lightly touched her hand. He pulled his hand back quickly and apologized. Jen liked it. She had noticed his arms earlier. He obviously exercised and was in good shape. She imagined he had six pack abs.
Finally, the bartender called last call. It was time to go. Jen said good night and started toward the door. Navada followed. Once outside, Jen stopped. “My car is just over there,” she said as she pointed.
“I’ll walk you to your car.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Jen answered. Truth was, she didn’t trust herself not to jump into bed with him. “Listen, Navada,” she started to explain. “You’re a nice guy and all, but I’m in a committed relationship.” She decided not to say ‘two’ committed relationships. “Let’s not start something we can’t finish.” It didn’t sound like herself.
“Oh, I see,” Navada said. “I understand—we just met. I was being polite. Can I kiss you goodnight?”
Jen shook her head. “Like I said, let’s not start something.” She turned and walked away. On the drive home, she kept kicking herself. Afterall, she thought. One hook up wouldn’t hurt would it? Jen already knew the answer to her question. She began to review her conversation with Navada. The entire time she talked to him, he never once looked at another woman. Lord knows there were plenty of hot woman there with two good legs, she thought. So, what is he? Is he gay? A trans? A captain in the infantry—not likely. So, what is it? Maybe he’s a sociopath, or a serial killer. Nobody’s perfect.
To be continued...
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