He called and left a message for Dionne-he would be late. The message view had told him she would be late too. He was about to call Sheri, thought better of it and decided to just show up.
Brien parked the car across the street from her place.
She had been surprised to see him there but let him enter. They talked about the weather and Dionne as she poured him a cup of expresso. He watched her move around the room finally setting two large sections of pie in front of them on the table and taking a seat. There were paint spatters on her arms and a little in her hair. He thought she must have been painting. He realized Sheri must have just slipped that T-shirt dress on before answering the door. It was one of those with the wide neckline that liked to slip off the shoulders. He had seen no panty lines and there was no bra. Then it hit him, she must paint in the nude! There wasn't a spot of paint on that shirt. They had gone on to talk about Laurel, she wanted to borrow money from him, for a store. Sheridan looked bored, this was old news it seemed , so he came to the point. When did you last see Brian he asked her. Why ,she wanted to know , is he alright,she asked. There was concern in her voice now,but not at first. He tried to calm her. No, no, he's fine. That's what he said about a month ago? She was reaching for his plate now. She seemed so comfortable with her own body so relaxed, so provocative. Did she see the effect she was having on him? The expresso, paint, pie and her special scent were building a desire in him and he was hard with it. This is how she is with Brian he realized his longing growing . He came out with the words he had been saving, watching for the effect they would have on her. Brian implied that you were fucking him again. She laughed and picked up the remaining dishes. Her manner seemed to change. He asked to see what she was working on and brushed against her as she passed with her hands full. An accident she thought he loves Dionne. She wanted him to go! The wall she showed him was,it seemed dripping with ice cream. Strawberry,chocolate and pistachio against a background of vanilla. I don't want you to be with Brian, my son, he corrected again, ever. He was looking down he saw the transparencies and bent to pick them up. Sheri was much faster than he and he fell on his knees in front of her, the transparencies in her arms. She was asking him to leave.