Is Crazy Contagious? Part 8

"Did I?"

"Man, these young girls are built different today."

"Who you telling?! Bro, I saw this petite little thang the other day with nipples the size of the tip of my pinky walking straight at me on my way to lunch. It took all I had just to divert my eyes to something else and they ended up on the plumpest rear..."

"Hey fellas."

"Hey lady." I loved it when he called me that.

"Wassup Madison?"

"Cathy called a meeting. It should be quick. I'll see you in five?" I said, staring Brody in his puppy-dog eyes.

"We'll be there." I said, as I watched her saunter away. I love to watch her walk.

"She is fine. Man if I wasn't married..."

"I know. I know." That girl is something else. I mean, I've had my share. Sometimes more than what I could handle, but something about her just makes me want to forget everything and everyone else. I want her, not just once but always. The crazy thing is, I really don't even know her, but that'll change. The problem is, I'm already with someone.

The first time I saw Madison I thought she was conceded. She didn't speak so I didn't acknowledge her although she was pretty and appeared to have some things going for her. I didn't know much about her other than she was a student at Temple University and had a place of her own. She commuted on SEPTA and worked almost as many hours as I did even though she was just an intern. I was impressed.

At first I thought she must never be happy because I couldn't recall ever hearing her laugh or even remember seeing her smile. Then one day, I said something stupid. I don't remember what it was. I was just clowning like I sometimes do and she was eavesdropping as she often did.

Suddenly, Madison could hardly suppress this big ball of laughter from her beautiful mouth, which until that moment had gone unnoticed by me. Her laugh was so hearty it was as if the secrets of life's pleasures where encased in its sound. Her smile was perfect. Not one crooked tooth, no gaps, bright and healthy. I was almost jealous. From that day on, I made it a point to amuse her every chance I could so that I would be the one to make her laugh and smile. It was gratifying.

Everyday, a few of us would get together for lunch. I started asking Madison to join us. She was a good conversationalist for someone still in her teens. In fact, I sometimes forgot she was only 18. Her innocence and youth were alluring. I found her incredibly sexy and she knew it.