Saturday Night Madness Part 3

She spoke softly. Barely above a whisper, but he could hear it like the Concorde in the 70s.

“¡No puedo esperar! Ya quiero que sea el jueves.”

They had set up a date for Thursday at a beach bar he knew well. The game would, of course, be on every TV in the place and word was the owner was rolling in a big screen with about a 100 foot extension cord.

There was nothing better than watching El Mundial with sand beneath your toes, a drink in your hand, and a beautiful woman at your side.

The Mexicans were facing the South Africans in the opening game. The Vuvuzela Derby, if you will. The nation that brought it to the world versus the nation that adopted it as its own.

“¿Cómo quieres que me viste?”

He took a deep pull from his bottle before answering. He wanted to say nothing, but they would be in public. She’d be down, but he would have his hands full fending off the pretenders to the throne.

“Un bikini debajo y el cover-up blanquito que es see-through.”

She smiled thinking how amazing she would look.

“¿Estás seguro? ¿Cuando fue la última vez que fuiste al doctor?”

He laughed.

“¡El mes pasado! Y me dijo que estoy en muy buena condición! Pero no sé cómo estarán los demás. Vas a dejar una línea de muertos cuando vayas al baño.”

She smiled at the compliment.

“Pero qué manera de ir. ¿No?”

He was feeling flirty.

“¡Puedo pensar en unas varias mejores maneras de ir!”

“A ver. Dime. ¿Que sería mejor que morir de ataque cardíaco al verme en bikini?”

He answered with a look.

“¡Cochino malpensado!” She laughed as she said it. “No me dejes en medio de. ¡Tan siquiera acaba el trabajo y luego puedes hacer lo que quieras!”

She liked him. She liked joking with him and she liked flirting with him. She was pretty sure she would like doing other things with him.

“¡Oye! Casi se me olvida. ¿Donde se puede encontrar esa competencia que me contaste el otro día?”

“Se llama: World Cup pool. Vas a:

https://www.footytips.com.au/comps/DFO_DOES_FIFA?p=doorfliesopen

Y la password es: doorfliesopen”

“Y nunca me dijiste qué es eso de ‘doorfliesopen’”

He still wanted to keep some mystery. At least until he was naked with her.

“¿No te dije que si te portas bien, te diré?”

She raised her eyebrow. “¿Y no me he portado bien?”

“Maomeno…”

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