A New Toy (7 page)

"I
couldn't
help
but
over
hear
your
conversation.
Toy,
please
don't
worry
about
that.
I
can
give
you
a
ride
to
DC
if
you
need
a
ride.
Don't
cry."

"It's
Christmas
Eve.
I'm
three
hours
from
home,
with
no
transportation.
My
car
is
totaled.
My
friends
are
assholes
and
I
have
no
one
in
my
life
that
I
can
depend
on,
not
one
single
person.
Even
if
I
did
make
it
home
I
have
nothing
remotely
resembling
Christmas
at
my
apartment.
My
families
all
in
Miami
and
it's
too
late
to
fly
home.
Excuse
my
language,
but
this
shit
fuckin
sucks!"
I
blurted
out
as
I
burst
into
tears.

"Come
on
Toy,
everything's
going
to
be
okay.
I
promise.
This
will
be
the
best
Christmas
you've
ever
had.
You'll
see."
Logic
promised
as
he
came
around
the
table
and
set
on
the
booth
seat
next
to
me.

Cautiously,
he
wrapped
his
big
strong
arms
around
me
and
gave
me
a
much
needed
hug.
Emotionally
distraught
and
hurt
I
hugged
him
back
and
wept
like
a
two
year
old
that
needed
her
Binky,
her
mommy
and
a
nap.
Logic's
closeness
was
comforting,
but
his
cologne
was
intoxicating.
His
warm
breath
which
blew
ever
so
gently
on
my
neck
was
erotic
and
suddenly
he
no
longer
felt
like
a
total
stranger.
Yet
he
was.

"I
can't
let
you
do
that.
Even
if
I
could,
I
don't
know
you.
Shit
like
this
is
exactly
why
people
are
missing
and
never
seen
again.
I'm
not
getting
in
a
car
alone
with
you.
That's
craziness.
Thanks
for
the
offer,
but
I'll
figure
something
else
out."
I
said
as
I
came
to
my
senses
and
peeled
myself
off
of
him."

Understanding
my
vulnerability,
Logic
reluctantly,
but
politely
retreated
to
the
other
side
of
the
table.
His
concern
for
me
was
more
than
obvious.
He
seemed
as
helpless
about
my
situation
as
I
was.
It
was
apparent
that
he
was
a
man
who
was
accustomed
to
taking
charge
and
setting
things
right.
It
appeared
to
bother
him
that
he
could
not
help
me.
His
mind
seemed
to
be
churning
a
hundred
miles
a
millisecond
as
he
pondered
a
resolution
to
my
dilemma.
Without
warning
his
face
magically
lit
up
like
a
newly
decorated
Christmas
tree.

"Can
you
excuse
me
for
just
a
minute?
I
have
to
make
an
urgent
phone
call."

"Sure...
Go
right
ahead."
I
offered
as
I
wiped
my
eyes,
blew
my
nose
and
slowly
regained
my
composure
and
dignity.

Apparently,
all
of
those
years
of
doing
everything
for
myself
had
finally
caught
up
with
me,
ran
me
over
and
backed
up.
Sure,
I
had
all
the
wealth
any
one
person
needed
to
have
a
wonderful
life.
Anything
I
wanted
or
desired
I
could
purchase,
even
a
man.
I'll
admit
that
sometimes
I
helped
Jamar
out
financially.
Basically
under
educated
and
over
extended
he
worked
two
jobs
and
still
couldn't
pay
his
child
support
on
time.
I
didn't
mind
contributing,
after
all
he
gave
me
exactly
what
I
needed,
a
hard
dick
on
a
cold
and
lonely
night,
whenever
I
needed
it.
Somehow
I
never
realized
that
my
money
would
not
and
could
not
buy
me
love
and
devotion.
A
bit
late,
but
I
realize
that
now.