I was sitting cross legged on the soft grass. Samantha was lying on her back, knees bent, with her head resting on my soft belly. I was flipping through one of the clothing design books she’d purchased. She was scrawling something upon the opening page of Thongs. After glancing through a page of extravagantly decorated bikinis, I flicked ash from my cigarette onto the grass beside me and said:
“You know that email you sent?”
She paused, holding her pen tentatively against the page. “How could I forget?”
“If you still wanted to, you know, it would be an honor,”
It took her a few minutes to respond. From the the direction her pen took it appeared that she was signing her name. She closed the book and turned her full attention to me. “An honor?”
“I might fuck the whole thing up, but, that whole thing I told you about with Beatrix?” I paused. “I reckon if I passed this up I’d regret it my whole life. So, if you’d still like me to, I’ll give it a go. I’ll probably be shit…”
She reached her hand and placed it over my mouth. “Stop putting yourself down, Addy.”
“Mhum, Muorrmy,” I mumbled into her hand.