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I couldn’t dispute that Not a bit "You ht What can I say? Divorceup Iris I hadn’t told hio ask her out, if you’re so certain I’, I said you were cynical, and so aue, period I needa woer dick And look at that, fk, she’s already leaving I was hoping she’d sit down to drink her coffee, and let me look at her for a fewher out You’ve barely taken your eyes off her since she walked in the door"

He didn’t even see to the bathroo without her order Did you see her shoes, man? Those are soht bun, and she’s wearing sexy librarian glasses Will you please turn and look when she coet a better view of her and agree with irl does not need us both creeping out on her I’ll take your word for it"

That see; he checked the screen and started cursing "I’ve got to run Same time next week?"

I nodded, and he left I didn’t le on ain talkingabout Iris

But burned in e of the back of that wo

And a s it could be her, that she would findthat the woet it over with, like pulling off a Band-Aid

And there she was

There was Iris, standing only feet away, holding a cup of coffee and watchingsexy librarian glasses, her hair in a tight bun, just like Benji had said

And it really was her, in the flesh

She hite, and her clothes were fitted enough to show off every lush curve Herbrsts were clearly outlined, the buttons of her blouse open enough to show an extravagant a she was? How captivating?

Her large brsts were even h I’d dreamt her up as a comic book version of herself

Iris squared

The race to sit across from me

She looked cold, so icy blonde and beautiful, like some mix of Marilyn Monroe and Grace Kelly

Terrible and beautiful

It felt like fatal voltage to my chest just to look at her like that

It was Iris, but Iris as a stranger No, it orse than that It was like she was a curious, wild, iether, invented for my eyes, not how I rery, she had never been cold

Then she sone

Which one was the real Iris?

"Hello, Dair"