Michael tried. He really did. He knew that he was in danger of doing something really stupid, so he began making excuses as to why he could not go to Tina’s family for dinner. He had too much work. He was too tired. He had a migraine. Tina started complaining after the third time he skipped out, but he couldn’t afford to see Amy again. So, even though it displeased Tina, he continued to make his excuses. One day, however, he and Tina got in a huge fight on the very subject.
“Mikey, I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You act as if my family isn’t good enough for you, or something.” Tina raised her voice as she continued to berate her fiancé. “Daddy keeps asking where you are, and it’s embarrassing to have to tell him that you didn’t come again.”
“Tina, I’m sorry, but I’m really busy at work. I—“
“Your work is more important than my family?” Tina narrowed her eyes and stared hard at Michael. He knew that if he didn’t want a bigger problem on his hands, he would have to go to the damn dinner.
“All right. I’ll see what I can do at work. I’ll be there.”
“Oh, Mikey! Thank you!” All traces of petulance left Tina’s voce as she squealed in glee and hugged Michael. Now that she had gotten her way, she was all giggles and smiles. Michael suppressed a sigh as he hugged Tina back. He had a bad feeling about dinner, but it was too late for him to back away now.
“Michael! Good to see you again. Tina tells us you’ve been working very hard these days.” Senator Robertson boomed, shaking Michael’s hand firmly.
“Yes, Sir. I put in fourteen hour days, regularly.” Michael replied, trying valiantly not to look around the room.
“Hello, Michael. Fancy seeing you here.” Amy appeared out of nowhere, a vision in white. She was wearing a low-cut dress that ended well short of her knees. The scarlet lipstick she had on accentuated the curve of her lips, and Michael couldn’t tear his eyes away from them. “My heater is working wonderfully, thanks to you.”
“Glad to hear it.” Michael said in a strangled tone. He could feel himself harden, and he quickly excused himself to go to the bathroom. Once in there, he splashed some cold water on his face to cool himself down and tried to think erection-deflating thoughts. The problem was, all he could think about was how gorgeous Amy had looked in her white dress and scarlet lipstick. That did nothing to kill his hardness. “I can do this,” Michael muttered to himself, opening the door. To his surprise, Amy was standing right outside.
“Where have you been?” Freddy didn’t bother to look up as he heard Amy stumble through the door. It was after midnight, and she had been gone for a week this time—her longest stretch by far.