Just Another Silly Love Song - Rich Amooi Page 0,65
body when I’m on the verge of my climax. Talk about an orgasm killer.”
Lori nodded. “Does your boyfriend like having sex with you?”
“Of course. He loves it.”
“You are in control. You have the power. Your only solution is to withhold sex from him until he sees your point of view.”
I held up my hand. “Whoa, slow down Merciless Lori! Where did that come from?”
“It comes from a woman who knows you need to put your foot down when your partner is not taking your needs and desires seriously and is only thinking about himself.”
“That’s cruel and unusual punishment. It’s not her boyfriend’s fault the pets want to watch.”
“Yes. It. Is!” Lori and Sonya said together.
“I bet I can find someone who’s listening right now who has sex while their pets are on the bed and the pets are not even paying attention. Sonya’s pets are the ones who have the problem here. They’re freaks, if you ask me.”
Lori laughed. “I really am surprised you have a PhD in psychology.”
“You’re not the only one.” I chuckled. “Okay, Sonya, you heard Lori. Blackmail your man until he kicks the pets out of the bedroom. And since the ladies are in the mood to take drastic action, maybe you should dump him and move on.”
Lori laughed again. “No! I should’ve known you’d go there. Dumping him is not necessary.”
“Fine. Sonya, you know what to do. Good luck.”
“Thanks so much, guys!” Sonya said. “I’ll give it a shot. Love you both. Oh, by the way, that video of you two kissing is smoking hot. It almost set my phone on fire.”
Lori and I stared at each other, wondering what the heck Sonya was talking about.
“What video?” we asked at the same time.
“The one on Facebook. It already has like a hundred thousand views. I shared it, too. Don’t be surprised if it goes viral!”
I waved my finger at the microphone. “You’re mistaken because we didn’t post any videos.”
“Oh, it’s you all right, and you were tagged. That’s the ballroom dancing place in La Jolla, right?”
That was obviously the video Dan mentioned.
I blinked.
Lori blinked.
We had dead air.
“Hello?” Sonya said.
“Uh . . . yeah, we did go dancing, but . . .” I was finally able to say. “There was no video that we’re aware of. We certainly didn’t post anything.”
“Oh, there’s definitely a video. Let me see who posted it.”
Lori looked like she was going to be sick.
I went to Facebook and searched for the video. It wouldn’t be too difficult to track it down since Sonya said the person who posted it tagged us both.
“Okay, yeah,” Sonya said. “It was posted by someone named Joyce.”
“No!” Lori yelled into the microphone, almost busting my eardrum. “Seriously?”
“For sure. She said it was her granddaughter kissing the stuffing out of her new lover.”
Lori covered her face with her hand. “Grandma Joyce, I know you’re listening right now. You’d better double bolt your front door. This is not going to end well for you.”
I laughed after finding the video and playing it. “Wow, great video, and you really are kissing the stuffing out of me.”
“It takes two to tango, mister, remember?” She glared at me and held up her fist.
I chuckled and held up my hands in defense. “Can I just say that your grandma is an amazing videographer?”
“No, you may not. Let’s take another caller, please.”
“Fine, fine. Thanks for calling, Sonya.” I disconnected the call and pressed line three. “Kristan is calling from Old Town. Welcome to the program.”
“Hey! Sonya is right—that video is the bomb!”
Lori sighed. “Do you have a question?”
“Yes. I was curious if you already set a wedding date and if it’ll be open to the public. I want to be a guest! Or maybe you can stream it live on the Internet!”
Lori covered her face with her hands again and moaned.
Unfortunately for her, the rest of the show was much of the same, most of the callers talking about the kiss. I happened to agree with all of them, which got me into trouble with Lori a handful of times, since she didn’t want to talk about our kisses on the air.
What could I say?
It was truly a kiss for the record books.
At the end of the show Lori was quiet, unplugging her headphones and walking toward the studio door to leave without saying another word.
“Why are you mad?” I just had to ask. “The listeners are having a blast with this. You saw the engagement online.”