CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
2003- June
On the last day of June, I decided to call my old friend, June. Corny, yes- but true.
By my last year of incarceration, I’d pretty much completely dropped off from reaching out to him. I’m sure he figured it was because I no longer needed him to rescue me from anything, but really it was because I knew if I was truly gonna make a go of being sober, I’d need to walk away from old habits and old friends. Hopefully, he’d understand why I’d been silent. I just hoped he had the same cellphone number. I had a cute, candy colored flip phone with a 212 number- he’d have no idea that it was me calling him.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
“Yeah?”
It was June.
“HIIIIII, JUNEY JUNE! HOW’S IT HANGING IN HUSTLEFORD????” I shouted, all loud and happy.
“Eula?”
“It’s me!” I replied. “And I am out of prison and living in Washington Heights with two hot Dominican dominatrixes. When are you coming to see me?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa- what?” He laughed. June had the best laugh.
“Yeah, I got out a couple weeks ago and I’ve been pretty much laying low since then,” I told him. “But today, I realized I missed you and I wanted to say hi! I am SO glad you kept your same number,” I finished. I needed to catch my breath.
“Well, that’s nice to hear,” he replied. “Always good to hear from you when you DON’T need rescuing.”
“Oh, stop it June,” I said. “But seriously, come down and visit me next week. I’ll see if Mistress Donya can slip you in for a mini session on the house. What are you into these days- nipple play? Light spanking?”
We made plans to meet up next week at Flor de Mayo, an old school Cuban Chinese restaurant pretty close to my apartment.
This felt good- something familiar to look forward to.
