We both laugh.
“You could make a book out of our lives,” I say as I finish my drink and order one more.
“Oh, don’t worry, we are,” she tells me. “It’s going to be called 36 Inches.”
“After Parker, Derek, and me?” I ask.
She nods.
“The way you guys pulled together and came through for Cara—every woman wants that,” Abby says to me. “Every woman wants a stable of men who want nothing more than to treat her like a princess.”
“She’s our princess, that’s for sure,” I say, thinking back to my earlier thoughts. “We’d do anything for her.”
“And you all deserve every happiness in the world, babe,” Abby says, taking another sip.
“So there’s been a 12 Inches that was released from Naughty Angel Publishing,” I say and Abby nods. “That was about you.”
Abby nods and smiles at me mischievously.
“There was the book 24 Inches about Lana,” I continue and her eyes sparkle. “If you’re doing 36 Inches about Cara, Derek, Parker, and I, then what’s next?”
A big grin goes across Abby’s face and I come to realize for the first time just how much of a creative imagination Abby truly has.
She doesn’t say anything and I decide to go along with the conversation myself.
“You think one day we’ll see a 48 Inches?” I ask.
Abby lets out a laugh and touches me on the arm. Her touch is soft and she looks at me the way you’d look at a brother.
“It would be a lucky lady whoever gets written about that, don’t you think?” she asks me.
I nod to her. I’ve seen a lot of women in my life, but to have 48 inches of pleasure at your fucking beck and call? I’ve never heard of anyone being so lucky.
“You got any stories in mind?” I ask her.
She raises her eyes at me. “Oh babe,” she says to me and I can tell the gears in her head are working. “We’ve never had to come up with stories for the Inches books. Things just happen to us somehow and we try and write about it, hoping it makes sense.”
“So you think you’ll encounter someone who gives you the inspiration for 48 Inches?” I ask.
She nods her head at me and says in a low whisper, “I guarantee you it will happen.”
Abby finishes her drink and asks the bartender for the check. She is insistent on paying my bill, but I beat her to it and drop my card on the bar letting him snatch the credit card for my drinks as well as hers.
“Thank you,” she says as she gets up. “That was very kind of you.”
I smile at her. “Well, you’ve been very fucking kind to Cara.”
“Well she deserved it then,” she says as she gets out of the barstool. “And to make it up to you, I’ll let you pick the female character name for 48 Inches.”
I stare at her.
“Just my way of saying thank you, you know,” she says as she grabs her bag and heads to the door. “See you around, Mason.”
I wave goodbye as I watch her leave.
If I know Abby, I know there will be a 48 Inches.
Where do you think I should start looking for names?