Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop: Part 30
Needless to say, David’s corn was amazing and we began what I thought was the most drama free courtship ever. This was obviously how adults dated. We’d make plans and he’d keep them. He even tried my tofu – once. We traveled together, most of the time for his DJing gigs. The sex was always amazing – especially when he lifted me in his arms and thrust into me as if the world was about to come to an end. So, six months in I had no idea that I’d be waiting for the other shoe to fall on my head. It started at work when the city hired a new city manager who clashed with Sonia and everyone in the department. Sonia was normally a cool customer, but when the new manager began an audit of our department, she used curse words that I didn’t even know existed. “I’ve been doing my fucking job for ten years and this mealy mouth motherfucker comes in here trying to tell me how to do my job? He read a book about urban development; I’ve done enough research in this city to write that got dam...