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I mean, I can bend over and I do it so well, but I don’t tell him that. I just run a hand down my face, contemplating what the hell I’m getting myself into. Because the truth is, I can’t say no to him. I’m going to be doing a sensual ribbon dance.
“Fine, I’ll do this with you. What kind of commitment is it?”
“Oh well, next week we have a training session, and then you can practice the choreography at home. Or we can practice it here if you want. We can go over our moves together.”
“Fuck,” I murmur, and when I turn my head to glance at him, I see him grinning wildly. He knows what he’s asked me to do. If this is recorded and sent around campus, I’ll be the laughingstock. I’ll never live it down.
Sensual ribbon dance. Jesus fucking Christ.
“We’re going to have a blast, Silas. Just you wait.”
“If I see you humping your walker, I will walk off stage and never return.”
He chuckles and leans his head back. “I do what I want, young man. Nothing you can do to stop me. Plus, I have some ladies to impress in the audience.”
“Oh, dear God. Please dig out my eardrums,” I murmur.
“It could be a mating dance,” he continues, and I plug my ears, trying to keep his words out. If he tells me he’s been having sex, I will get up and leave. I will not stay for that. I don’t want to think about old, shriveled dicks and ball sacs.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell you how rampant the sex life is here. That’s between me and the walls.”
“Good God, Lee. At least tell me that you’re using protection.”
“Meh, I have a few good years left. I’m not worried.”
My eyes bug out of my head. “Lee. That is a terrible mindset.”
“My mind won’t be here much longer anyways.”
I reach out and shove him lightly. Don’t want to actually hurt him. He grabs my hand, squeezing it between his arthritic fingers.
“I’m just kidding, Silas. Don’t worry. I know you don’t have anyone, and I’m going to hang in there as long as I can. I promise.”
My eyes sting, and I swallow the lump in my throat. He’s right. I have been on my own for so very long. I rarely talk to the family I have left.
I’m closer with Lee than any of them.
What does that say about me?
We stare out into the distance and watch the clouds roll in and when the first raindrop hits, we move back inside. It’s a steady downpour, so instead of eating outside, we grab lunch in the main hall.
This is a nice facility. They have all sorts of things for older adults, like a hair and nail salon and a pretty damn good restaurant all within walking distance. They even have a nice coffee bar, but the coffee isn’t nearly as good as the coffee on Franklin U’s campus.
Well, either that or I just really like it when Everly brings me a sweet coffee to sip on.
Or his ass to eat.
My dick twitches in my pants and I poke at it, trying to get it to behave. I don’t need Lee thinking that I’m turned on by someone here. He’d never let me live it down.
And I really need to stop thinking about my TA like that.
I lost my mind the other day, but it won’t happen again.
We get settled at a small table that overlooks the gardens and the bocce ball court and place our orders with one of the staff. I, of course, get my salad while Lee gets a hamburger and fries. And as he orders, I bite back my chiding.
He’s not a child, but fuck, he acts like one sometimes.
“It took a lot of restraint for you to keep those comments to yourself, I can tell,” Lee says and grins at me. “Your face is red.”