Biker's Virgin

“Shouldn’t I respect his wishes, though?”

“You were friends with Phil before you were a couple, right?” Marta asked.

“Yes.”

“Then start there and see where it goes.”

I frowned. “You know…that’s not a bad idea.”

“I’m full of great ideas and sage advice, don’t you forget that.”

I smiled. “Thanks, Marta.”

“Anytime, honey,” she said, giving me a wink.

That evening, I made a small detour after work and found myself in the park again. It wasn’t just because the atmosphere reminded me of Phil. It was because I hated going back to Brent’s lonely apartment. A part of me was still processing the fact that he was in jail and would be for a very long time. My feelings about it were extremely complicated.

I felt so incredibly sad at how much of his life Brent would waste behind bars, but a part of me felt like he needed this lesson. It was the only way he had a chance of becoming a better man.

Mom and Dad had called me a few times over the last week, but they had started throwing blame at everyone but Brent for what had happened. After our last conversations three days ago, I had stopped answering their texts and taking their calls. It was too much for me to handle right now.

So really the only person I had to talk to was Marta, and while I loved her to death, she just wasn’t Phil. I missed him so much sometimes that it actually physically hurt. I sat down on the swings and pulled out my phone as I thought about Marta’s suggestion. She was right, though; we had been friends before we had been a couple.

I decided to just call and check in…keep things as casual as possible, without talking about anything too serious. I dialed in Phil’s number and waited with baited breath.

“Megan?” Phil’s voice sounded a little surprised, and I prayed that he wouldn’t make an excuse and hang up on me after two seconds.

“Hi,” I said nervously. “Are you busy?”

“Been home for a few hours, actually,” Phil replied. “I have a late-night shift today.”

“Oh, okay.” I nodded. “So, you probably need to catch up on your sleep, huh?”

“Well… I slept enough, actually,” he said.

I felt a little blossom of hope. I had given him an easy out if he had wanted to avoid talking to me, but instead of taking it, he had opened up the possibility of a conversation.

“I just called to say…uh…”

“Yes?”

“I just called to say that I watched Silence of the Lambs the other night,” I said.

“You did?” Phil asked, and I noticed his tone change. He had suggested the movie to me months ago, but we had never gotten around to watching it. “And…what did you think?”

“It was a great movie,” I said. “And terrifying.”

“That’s the brilliance of Anthony Hopkins.”

“Anthony Hopkins was scary, definitely,” I nodded. “But Buffalo Bill was pretty damn frightening, as well.”

“More so than Hannibal?” Phil asked, and he sounded perplexed.

“Well… I thought so.”

“What?” he said. “How can you think that Buffalo Bill is more frightening? Hannibal is so…intensely intelligent, not to mention the fact that he happens to be a cannibal.”

“Okay…cannibalism is pretty up there on the horrific scale, but skinning women in order to make yourself skin? I mean, come on, that’s pretty gruesome.”