Last Dance

Sunday, Firefly strolls into the house like she belongs.  I like that familiarity. I am lying in bed, watching new episodes of Unsolved Mysteries on Netflix. "Come here," I tell her, motioning her to cuddle up next to me.  "You have got to see this one."

I start the episode over and she curls up next to me.  Her head is on my shoulder and I run my fingers through her bright red hair while we watch.  It is our last night together. I told her in advance to plan on staying longer.  I provide a running comic commentary during the show.  Which is about a headstrong young girl.  "Sounds like someone I know,"  I say and squeezing her ass.

Firefly is not afraid to give as good as she gets when it comes to banter.  Our jokes continue right through sex.  "I don't have any tricks left for tonight".

"You mean its in?"

"Smart-ass!"  I left her up, flipping her from her side to her back without pulling out.

After, we head downstairs where it is cooler.  We are sitting on the couch sharing a bowl of ice cream when I see Sienna, my cat, slinking toward the basement stairs.  I call her over and tentatively she jumps up onto the couch.  Sienna does not like visitors, but she allows Firefly to brush her for awhile before going here own way.

It is our last night together for a while.  She starts the 90 day program Tuesday.  "Have you gone without sex for 90 days?"  I ask.

"I have. When my last boyfriend was in rehab.  You won't,"  she says laughing, "I know you."

"I wasn't going to tell you this,"  I begin.  "You don't need a boost to your ego."  Then I tell her how I told Bunny I could not be in an arrangement with her and that she still wants to hangout with me.

"What can I say, who wouldn't?"  I finish the story with.

"Oh please, full of yourself much?"

The truth is, I don't feel the same need to find someone else right now.  I am looking, but not with the same sense of urgency.  I think I am becoming more comfortable with myself and my situation.