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whisper,
“Anytime.”

Chapter Five
     
    After our very serious
moment on the street corner in Brooklyn, things between Henry and I
lightened up, and I finally got my official tour of the
neighborhood. Henry took me past all the important locations, like
the corner market, dry cleaners, pharmacy, as well as pointed out
his favorite pizzeria.
    “ Is the crust thin and
crispy?” I ask. “I am very picky about my pizza. I have very
specific cheese to sauce ratio requirements,” I say in all
seriousness.
    Henry only rolls his eyes
and laughs.
    “ Don’t laugh at me. Great
pizza is an art form and the right amount of cheese to sauce is
what differentiates it between a Van Gough and something my
2-year-old niece would draw. ” I say with a huff. “You can’t call
yourself a New Yorker and not understand this.”
    Henry simply keeps smiling
like he isn’t buying anything I’m saying.
    “ That’s it!” I toss my
coffee cup in the nearest garbage can. “Pizza is practically a
religion in New York, and I don’t think I can be friends with
someone who doesn’t get that.”
    Henry stares at me like I
have two heads. “Did you just say that pizza is a
religion?”
    “ Yes, I did. Do you have a
problem with that?” I respond as a stubborn child would, with arms
across my chest.
    “ Nope, not at all. Amen to
pizza.” Henry raises his hand in a sign of prayer up to the
sky.
    We both break out into fits
of laughter then continue our walk.
    “ I had this friend my
freshman year of college who was originally from Chicago. He was a
die-hard deep-dish lover.” I say, a shiver of disgust rolling
through my belly as I continue to postulate about pizza. “He tried
really hard to convince me of its superiority until I dragged him
onto the train and headed over to Ave. J.”
    “ Di Fara’s?” Henry asks
with a knowing look.
    “ Yep. He had tears in his
eyes after the first bite. He said that one slice of pizza was
right up there with the best sex he’d ever had,” I say with an
amused smile.
    “ Seriously?” Henry asks. “I
don’t think the guy is having the right kind of sex
then.”
    “ Why would you say that?
Just thinking about all that hot delicious pizza really gets my
naughty parts tingling.” I say jokingly, drawing out each syllable
and using my most breathy sex voice. “The combination of crispy
crust, the sweet tang of tomato bursting with hints of oregano all
covered in lush melted cheese. The way it slides down your throat
warming your belly.”
    “ I can hurry and order a
pie if you want to test it out.” Henry says with a sly gleam in his
eyes.
    “ That’s actually not a bad
idea. It’s been a while since I’ve had both, good pizza and good
sex.”
    “ I’m right there with you.
Well, maybe not the pizza part. I just had Di Fara’s last week but,
definitely the sex part.” Henry responds and I can tell he is
trying to make light of his lack of recent intimacy but I can hear
the sadness in his tone. He sounds forlorn at having missed out on
so much while caring for his mother.
    “ We sound so pathetic right
now”.” I say with a chuckle while giving a supportive nudge to
Henry’s shoulder.
    “ Wow, we really do, don’t
we? This pizza talk is getting depressing all of a sudden.” Henry
replies facetiously . He quickly follows that up with a
more serious turn. “We deserve great sex, both of us. It’s not
right that two good, hardworking people like us are suffering
through a drought. We deserve the kind of sex that comes from
having a real connection, not pizza. It’s all about looking into
your partner’s eyes as you sink into them, feeling every breath,
every push and pull, the heated whispers of passion, the gentle
caresses and the declarations of love. We need the whole
experience.”
    Henry says all of this while
looking directly into my eyes. I can only imagine what he sees in
return - eyes glazed over, face flushed, nipples peaked and
pressing against my too tight tank