Lanie Comes Of Age – Tinto Selvaggio

And I cling to her like she clings to me as the tidal wave engulfs me and nearly drowns me and I can hardly get my breath as I shoot all I have deep into this beautiful girl. When my breathing slows and Lanie still lays in my arms, the reality of what I’ve done begins to form. Fuck. Oh, fuck. I lift my head and gaze at her, but her eyes are closed, her breathing heavy.

Is she asleep? What do I do now? Just leave her like this? “Lanie?” I whisper. Nothing. She doesn’t even stir. I should get back to the rank. I can’t stay here until she wakes tomorrow. My dog’s on his own at home. But Lanie’s so soft and warm and so firm in my arms too, and the girl smells so good. Mmm, and boy, how long time since I felt this good? Some time later I wake and it’s daylight.

Where the hell…? I sit up and stare around and then at the curvy body asleep alongside me. Lanie. Shit, oh, shit. I fumble for my phone. And I need to get back and let the fucking dog out. “Oh, my God!” Lanie shrieks and she’s awake.

“I know, I know,” I hold up a hand and climb out of the bad, “You asked me to stay so you could…” “My nails,” she shrieks again and throws the covers off her naked body, “I’m going to be late,” but then she groans and holds her head. “Are you OK?” I ask and try to ignore her body. I really did it with her? She shakes her mess of golden hair.

“Do you want a glass of water or something from the kitchen?” I ask. “There’s a can of Monster in the fridge,” she groans, “Will you bring me that while I get dressed?” “Sure yeah,” I say, relieved she isn’t pissed with me after what happened. Or that she wasn’t surprised to see me here. “Trevor,” she says when I’m at the door on the way out of her bedroom, “Would you be able to take me to get my nails done?” “Yeah, of course,” I glance back at her.

That’s the fucking least I can do. She’s standing with her panties back on and trying to fasten her bra up. Hungover and stinking of stale booze she might be, but what a shape she is. I’ve screwed my daughter’s best friend. “I was going to walk there but there’s no time now,” she says. “Don’t worry about it,” I say and head for the stairs with my head in a tailspin. She’s probably not even thinking straight yet.

Back in the Sales Rep’s Volvo with him and outside the customers’ offices, I piece together what I need to say to the employee. I don’t want to damage the guy’s confidence. He’s been with the firm for less than three months. But he won’t last many more if he doesn’t win a decent piece of new business. And soon. If he fails, it won’t reflect well on me. He’s not like some of the bums I inherited when I took this job.

I’m the one who employed this guy. “Don’t start the engine yet Jason,” I gesture at him. His face is taut and red, I can see he’s not happy either. “How do you think it went in there?” “Well, we didn’t get the business,” he shrugs, “So obviously not as well as it could have.” You’re not kidding. By the time I spoke up to try and dig you out the whole you’d dug with that female buyer we were already fucked. Her business should have been there for the taking.

Whoever said that managing salespeople is way harder than being a rep or an account manager yourself got it dead right. Sometimes I wish I was out of management completely and back on the road somewhere full-time. Except we couldn’t afford it. Not with Rachel still out of work. Not with a kid and a three-bedroom apartment to fund.

My chest tightens but I take a deep breath. The relaxation stuff that Rachel got me into lately does seem to help a bit with the stress. Jason drones on with a dry-sounding mouth about what he thought went wrong in the meeting and how thinks the opportunity ‘isn’t completely dead’. He’s deluding himself if he believes that last bit, but it’s Friday afternoon and I haven’t got the stomach for all this right now.

I’ve got other stuff on my mind too. “Look, let’s sit down together in the office first thing Monday morning and go through it all,” I say and gesture at him to drive now. I want to get back to my car and then home at a decent time tonight. “We’ll give it some thought over the weekend and on Monday we’ll see what we can work out to get you back on track against budget.”

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.

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