Chapter 21

Wendy made a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up dip for the chips she bought earlier. At home, she poured the chips into a clear glass bowl and took the dip and placed it in a small green and yellow striped bowl, a cheerful addition. She stirred it, covered it, and put it in the fridge.

Next, she looked around her bedroom. A vase filled with short golden mums stood on the dresser. Wendy bought them yesterday and cut them down, so they weren’t too high in the vase. She cleaned up, changed into a navy-blue mini skirt and a white crop top. After gazing at herself in the mirror, she told herself, ‘Looking good. ’ Her weight was down. Her clothes fit smoothly, and her waist was twenty-four inches, one reason she now loved to wear all her new outfits.

Wendy put on her favorite instrumental record album, soft music for quiet times. The living room looked comfy as she designed it to be. The doorbell rang on time.

“Hi Mike, come on in. Like something to drink?” she asked as he closed the door.

“Beer, if you have?”

“Is Lucky Lager okay?” She went to the kitchen.

“Sure. Your place is like really awesome,” he called out to her.

She came back into the living room as he finished his compliment. She handed Mike his beer and set her wine on the end table. “Thanks, I like it.”

She sat next to him on the sofa while they sipped their drinks. She admired his muscular build. He was a happy guy and Wendy appreciated his company and his concern for her welfare. “Do you see your kids often?” she asked to calm herself.

“Pretty often. They’re fun to be with since they’re older. We can relate as adults.”

“I bet. What made you…” before she could finish her sentence, Mike set his drink down on the coffee table and took hers and set it next to his. She didn’t resist when he turned her toward him. With their arms wrapped around each other they shared a prolonged kiss.

As they pulled apart Mike asked, “Can we go to the bedroom?”

“Sounds like a plan.” She stood, and he followed as Wendy led the way.

“Bitchin,” he said surveying the room.

Wendy went to the bed where she threw back the chenille bedspread. The quickly undressed.

As they lay nestled together, they gazed into each other’s eyes. The kiss they shared was resplendent. After a few seconds Mike pulled back and ran his hands over her shoulders and continued to move his hands down her body as he fondled all the places she loved. Their love making consumed every part of her. Mike was what she needed. She knew he cared about her, and he was kind. What more could she ask for?

They relaxed in bed for a short time.

“Would you mind if I smoked a reefer,” he asked.

“No, go ahead.”

“He took a ready-made joint and a lighter from the pocket of the jacket he threw over a chair, and lit up, “Want a hit?”

“I don’t know…I’ve never tried it before.”

“You don’t do pot?”

“Never.

“It relaxes you a lot.” He took a couple more hits while they talked.

Although Wendy was hesitant, she had heard so much about it being calming and since he already had one lit. “May I try it?”

“Sure, take a toke. You need to inhale it deeply.”

Wendy tried but coughed as smoke poured out.

“Try it again, only inhale it slower.”

Wendy did and it worked.

“Good, now give it some time and take another hit.”

Wendy did as he said, and it wasn’t long before she felt completely relaxed.

“Well, what do you say?”

“It is certainly making me feel funny.”

“Funny, how?”

“I don’t know how to describe it. I’m like in another world except I’m here.”

“Okay, just wait awhile and the mood will go away.” He took a drag on the weed and put it out.

As she came down from her high Mike asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m good. Thanks for sharing the pot with me. Quite a different experience, but I liked it.”

“Glad you enjoyed it. I’d better get going, so glad you invited me…a far out visit.”

“Right on.” She held him tightly as they kissed goodbye at the door.