CH. 17: TAMMY
To her surprise, Andrew’s car is unoccupied. She pulls the handle to find it’s still locked. Standing at the car, she reaches for her phone. It was stupid coming out here tonight. What did I think was going to happen? She scans the parking lot, her eyes darting over parked cars and trucks. She turns back to see the waitress emerging from behind the restaurant. She stops at the side of the building, hunched. She walks toward her.
Andrew appears behind her, throwing a wadded bill at the side of her head. Her hand touches where it hit before she seems to register what it is. “Asshole!” she yells. Andrew struts across the parking lot, ignoring her. “What the hell was that?” Tammy asks, her arms held out at her sides.
Andrew sniffs. “Got my dick wet.”
She juts her chin out, her mouth parting slightly. “So, what now?”
“Time to head out,” he says, looking down at his watch. “The garden gnome will be home soon, I don’t want her to know I raw-dogged some husky bitch behind a franchise restaurant, I’ll never hear the end of it.” He snickers.
“I thought you didn’t care?”
He brushes past her, his shoulder nudging into her playfully. “I like to have my secrets, too.” He winks. “Come on,” he says, unlocking the car.
* * *
“What time did you say she got back?” Tammy asks, eyeing the clock.
Andrew glances at the clock and then at his phone. “She should have been here ten minutes ago,” he says, squinting at his phone. “Maybe she stayed late.”
“Wouldn’t she have texted you?”
Andrew taps his fingers on the counter. “Why are you here?” he asks. “Did she set this up? Is that what’s going on here?”
“What?” Tammy asks, the space between her eyebrows crinkling.
“Nothing, never mind,” he says, turning.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No, don’t worry about it, forget it.” He sinks into the chair across from her. “Have you told Chris where you are, yet?”
Tammy bites her lip. “No.”
“When’s the last time he texted?”
She pulls her phone from her purse. “An hour ago.”
Andrew casts a glance over Tammy. “I bet you, her and Chris are together right now.”
“Why would they be together?”
“Because Heather is bitterly jealous of you and naturally would think the worst. I know her. She’s probably sucking his dick right now.”
Tammy scoffs. “Chris wouldn’t. She isn’t even his type.”
“She isn’t my type either,” he says, flashing her a knowing glance.
“I say we do what you came here to do.”
“I had a fight.”
“And your first choice was to show up here just as Heather was leaving for work? Come on, Tammy. I’m not stupid. We both know why you’re here.” He motions to the bulge in his jeans.
“I’m tired,” she says, folding her arms.
“Whatever you say.”
“Do you have an extra blanket or something I can use?”
“You’re not going to run home to save Chris from Heather’s snapping turtle of a cunt?”
“Ew, what?” She grimaces.
“You can just sleep in the bed with me… Nothing sexual.” She eyes him suspiciously. “It will be a lot more comfortable than that futon thing.”
“You know that’s going to look fucked up if she comes home.”
“Oh well, that’s what she gets for making assumptions.”
Tammy stands, resigned. “Fine,” she murmurs. She looks him up and down, still bothered by his show of promiscuity tonight.
She peels the bedding back, examining the sheets before climbing in. She listens to Andrew’s breathing, contemplating if she should say anything.
“Do you normally sleep in your clothes?” he asks.
“Huh?” She looks at his outline. “Oh, no, but I’m not about to strip down with you in the bed.”
“It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.”
“Yeah...” Tammy replies sarcastically.
“What’s that tone for?”
“What did you and that waitress do? Did you actually—”
“Have sex?” he finishes. “Yeah.”
“Just like that? No big deal, no condom?”
A laugh erupts from him. “Listen to you. You of all people. Yeah, I fucked her without a condom. She doesn’t know who I am, it’s of little concern to me if I knock her up or whatever.”
“Or whatever,” she repeats. “You don’t care about STDs?”
“I’m not worried.” he says flatly. “She was young. What’s the worst she could give me? HPV? That’s a woman’s disease. I didn’t see any sores. She was shaven clean, ready for it. Wet as a whistle.”
Tammy scoffs quietly, rolling over. “Okay, Andy.”