And, he showed out. He wore a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up and light blue distressed jeans. He stood in Jazz’s living room looking all kinds of good. She allowed him to play the gentleman for all of ten minutes before things got hot. Jazz dispensed with the courtship nonsense he tried on her. They were on the floor and naked in short order. Not even a break to get condoms spoiled the moment. He rocked her to the beat of loud music from Candy Girls. And thank goodness for the wall shaking sound. Don had Jazz screaming. Jazz gave as good as she got. After a while, she didn’t care if anyone heard them and from his performance, neither did Don. Even after so much satisfying strenuous exercise, neither fell asleep. They lay side by side on Jazz’s expensive carpet without speaking for a good twenty minutes—mostly because they were still finding it hard to breathe. “When you creep at midnight Officer Addison you don’t mess around,” Jazz said. A first she resisted Don’s attempt to pull her into his arms.
