New WIP

While I’m waiting for edits back from my editor, I’ve decided to go back to another story I want to sub in the next few weeks.  The story is called “Nerds Are Freaks Too”.  It’s one of those cliche stories where best friends realize that they really love each other.  I previously gave away this story as a free read but I’ve since changed the ending and extended it about 10K words.  Here’s the first page of this work in progress:

Gill Park, Chicago, Illinois

“What are you looking for in a man?”

Roxanne Simons’ eyes widened like a kid in a candy store. “I want him young, hung and full of cum.”

“That’s it. I’m out of here.” Leonidas slammed his laptop closed. “You can fill out your own dating profile.”

When he made a move to stand up, she touched his forearm to keep him from leaving.

“Wait, Leo!” She exclaimed. “You know I’m not a computer ner…I mean a computer gee…I mean computer genius like you. The only thing I’m good at is sending and retrieving email.”

Roxanne glanced at the park bench next to them to make sure the couple wasn’t eavesdropping. “Signing up for an internet dating service is out of my scope of knowledge. I might push the wrong button and end up with some balding, sixtyish divorcee with a predilection for collecting postage stamps.”

Leo pushed his black Buddy Hollyesque glasses up the bridge of his nose, magnifying the clarity of his baby blues. “If you’re so skittish about going online, why take this route? And why on Freaks Need Love Too? You’ve never had a problem meeting men.”

Roxanne squirmed on the wooden park bench.  After all these years Leo could always see through her. “Okay, okay you got me! I’m hornier than a sailor during Fleet Week. I haven’t had sex in over—”

“Nine months.”

A rueful smile twisted Roxanne lips. “I’ve guess I’ve told you the length of my involuntary abstinence so many times you know it better than I know the beauty mark on my upper lip.”

Leo nodded, sending the spectacles sliding back down his aquiline nose. He adjusted them again before answering. “You complain about your sexual drought at every opportunity, but I don’t think it’s the only reason why you’re doing this.”

Uncomfortable under his probing scrutiny, Roxanne pretended to study her french manicure. “Don’t give me that look,” she muttered.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he lied since he seemed to struggle with an irritating smirk.

“You know what look I’m talking about. You’re giving me that ‘I’m not buying your bullshit Roxanne Simons’ look.”

Suddenly filled with guilt, Roxanne jumped up from the bench when Leo didn’t say anything. His piercing blue eyes spoke volumes. She started to pace, back and forth, swinging between confession and abject secrecy. Unable to hold back anything from her best friend, she finally broke down. 

“My…”

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