Cruel Summer

"What are you smiling about?" I asked Emily when I walked into the bedroom and saw her standing there in a bra and panty set, a big smile on her face.

"You know I have that meeting in July, right?"

"Yea, you decide if you're doing it all in a day or spending the night?"

"I don't know, it will make for a long day. I mean, three hours there, three hours back. What do you think?"

"I told you, I'd spend the night."

"That's what Evan said, too, of course, he's just being selfish."

"Selfish?"

"Yea," she said, doing a little happy dance, "he's going to fly in and spend the night with me."

"Em," I gasped, "like...like you already made plans?"

"Uh huh," she said, still dancing, "the key is already back in the lockbox."

"Oh, god," I moaned softly, mentally calculating how long it was until she went. 

"I know...guess we had our fun for the summer, huh, I mean, before it even started.

"You're mean!" I said, not really meaning it.

"I think it's good he's back in charge," she said, "I got a little soft there...unlike you."

"You're cruel," I said, still not meaning it.

She giggled. "Guess now it's going to be a cruel, cruel summer," she sang the old 80's song.

"Come over here and kiss me," I begged her and she did, of course she did.