by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 49
What saved me from Cynthia’s mother was my cell phone. I lied and said it was an important call from the West Coast. I gave her the standard friendship kiss and walked out to her beachfront porch and into the embrace of the wide open starlit sky and the rolling scented ocean. The voice on the phone had that familiar twang.
Little John said, “I got your call.”
“I just wanted to say hello.”
He said, “Last time you just wanted to say goodbye.”
“That was last time.”
“What is it this time?”
I said, “Just thought I’d say hello.”
L. J. paused a moment like he was putting out a cigarette, “You got the itch?”
He could read me like a book. I said, “Now that you mention it.”
“I thought hubby was tricking you.”
I said, “He’s not tricking me.”
“Then what would you call it?”
“He enjoys lending me out.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“I enjoy what he enjoys.”
Then he took another moment. When he came back he said, “I can hear the ocean out there, Little Miss Rich Girl.”
“You have good ears for someone with no money.”
He laughed, which let me know we were back on track. “All alone?”
I hinted, “Sort of.”
“That husband of yours is always working.”
“He’s on his way out at this moment.”
“You’re not just saying that?”
“Why would I just be saying that?”
“Because you’re all alone.”
I dropped a little bomb, “How about it if I told you that he said it was okay.”
Little John was thrown by that, “What exactly do you mean: He said it was okay?”
“To do what you want with me.”
“To do I want to do with you?”
“That’s right.”
I could see Little John reading my mind, “You want to be pimped.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
“But you’re out there.”
“I could come back.”
“And get pimped.”
“Right. You know how I want to get pimped.”
“Let’s see. Down and dirty?”
“Right again.”
“On the street.”
“Way over – – as on 12th Avenue. That abandoned gas station. Where the cars creep and the lights are dim.” Then I reminded him lest he had forgotten. “I’m a bit pregnant.”
L. J. said, “You’re still the most beautiful woman I know.”
“Maybe to you, but to the johns, well, they might not think so.”
“You wanna bet?”
I laughed, “I guess we’ll soon find out,” I hung up, leaned back into the wind and shut my eyes.
