Bill did Caesar’s steak quickly and plainly. His instinct was to cook it more than Caesar liked it, but he didn’t do that. Not using the food to satisfy his negative personal feelings was one of his rules. The exception to this was for positive feelings, for making things extra special, which he did for his three Falstaff girls all the time.
He plated the steak medium rare, put vegetables and a baked potato to it. This was Caesar’s usual. Done, he told Jimmy G he was heading off to the bathroom.
Jimmy G had enjoyed plenty of time away from the kitchen. He didn’t particularly care that Bill went off. He was sitting reading a Greek magazine. So what else is new, Bill thought.
Rosie was out by Kalista getting coffee for one of her tables. Jo Ann had said good night and was gone. Caesar was sitting alone quietly eating his dinner. Kalista was finishing up what she could of her clean-up.
“She’s waiting for you,” Rosie said when Bill stopped by her. “She’s quite excited too.”
“Okay with you?” Bill asked.
“Why wouldn’t it be? I want you to. I want all of us to be together.”
Bill smiled at Rosie. He didn’t say anything but he wanted them all to be together too. Meantime he headed off to the distant bathrooms.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Rosie said mostly to his back as he headed off.
Edelgarde was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. She handed the cigarette to Bill without saying anything. He took a puff, stood by her.
“Took long enough,” she said.
“Came as soon as I could.”
“There’s no one inside.” Edelgarde winked at him and took his hand to lead him in.
As he did with Rosie, Bill locked the door behind them. Once that was done, Edelgarde did two things. First, she kissed him, not a gentle simple kiss but a long, full one. Second, as they kissed she took Bill’s hand and placed it on her bosom.
“I’ve been so waiting for this,” she said.
Bill didn’t say anything. He hadn’t been waiting for it and he hadn’t been avoiding. It simply was what it was. He concentrated on her taste, on her feel. She took the liberty of distracting him by concentrating on feeling him.
They stood a long moment not far from the entry door just kissing and fondling. But then Edelgarde led Bill inside a stall, as it happened, the same stall Bill and Rosie had been in.
“I want more than Rosie got,” she said.
“Rosie got plenty.”
“You sit down,” she said.
Bill sat on the closed toilet seat and motioned for Edelgarde to straddle him, but she didn’t. First, she undid his fly and let him loose. Then she kissed him, again long and hard and deep. Next she did a few other things after which she took down her own panties.
She straddled him facing him so they could kiss when she wanted. The moment she was on him she moaned. The moment his essence met her essence she uttered a long “mmmm” and whispered “Sweet Jesus” in his ear.
When Edelgarde was fully settled on him she put her arms around him. He put his around her waist and held her. They sat there, her straddling him, hugging each other and kissing all the while.
When they were done, Edelgarde stood up and straightened herself. Then she helped Bill up and she put him back together. She did this lovingly, carefully, taking care of him all the while as she chose to do it. When they were both all back to straightened up, she kissed him again then went to the mirror outside the stalls and fixed her lipstick.
“All my close friends call me Eddie,” she said on their way back. “I think that’s what you should call me now.”
