Page 10 of Because of Liam

Chapter Seven

When I walkinto Pat’s Cafe, I see River sitting alone at a corner table by the window and after grabbing a coffee, I sit one chair over from her. She’s completely absorbed by whatever is going on her phone, and doesn’t even glance up at me. I take the chance and let my eyes wander over her. She’s tall for a girl, slim, and perfectly proportioned. Long brown hair falls in around her shoulders and frames her face. River is breathtakingly beautiful. Full rosy lips, a perfect nose, big hazel eyes that today are more green than brown, and flawless skin. I can see several guys looking at her with poorly disguised interest, even the ones with girlfriends, and yet she’s completely oblivious to them.

“Wow, that’s impressive!” She’s talking to herself.

River tilts her head to the left and does the same with her iPhone, then pulls her hand back, holding the phone at arm’s length, and moves it from left to right and back again.

She glances at me and back at the phone. “It follows you, dude, like one of those weird pictures. It’s watching me.”

I take a sip of my coffee. “What are you looking at?”

“Dick pics.”

The mouthful of hot coffee I took gets stuck in my throat and it’s trapped in between swallowing and choking me. I manage to get it down and cough, tears stinging my eyes from the effort.

“What?” Is all I can say, my throat still burning.

“Dick pics. I’m looking at dick pics. See?” She turns the phone toward me and sure enough there it is, some guy’s dick in all of its glory looking straight at me.

“What the fuck, River! This is too much, even for you. Why the fuck are you looking at dicks on your phone?” I tried to whisper, but it came out louder than I intended as a couple of heads turn our way. It doesn’t faze her at all.

Her eyes meet mine now and an eyebrow rises at my response. Here it comes. I can’t wait to hear what she says next.

“Before I address why I’m looking at dick pictures, I have a question for you. What do you mean, ‘this is too much even for you?’ Is there some rule or expectation I’m supposed to be following I’m not aware of? And should I assume you never looked at a picture of a vagina before? You never went online and typed Vaginas R Us on Google or some other shit like that?”

I blush. I fucking blush. And I don’t blush. Ever. The last time anyone made me blush, I had to be twelve. Fuck! I have no answer. I can’t deny it and I can’t say it’s not the same without sounding like a hypocritical ass. I fucking bite my tongue and wait for her to move on.

She gives me a few extra seconds to answer and when I say nothing, she goes on.

“Some ass sent me a dick picture. No idea who, don’t know him, don’t want to know him, but I figure since he likes sending dick pics so much, he’d like to get some as well. I’ve been sending them to him all morning.”

My mouth drops open. “You mean to tell me that someone you don’t know sent you a dick picture and instead of deleting it and blocking the guy, you went online to find more dick pics and send them to him?”

“Yes.”

“Why not just block him?”

“What’s the fun in that? He’d move to the next random number. Maybe this will make him think twice before doing it again.”

I shake my head and laugh. River’s moxie seems to have no limits and in an odd sort of way, it’s growing on me. She’s growing on me.

“Did you send it to him yet?”

“Oh, I sent him about a dozen already.”

“What?”

“I’m giving him a taste of his own medicine. Extra strength.” She grins a devious grin and her whole face lights up with mischief.

“I have to see this myself, hand it over.”

She puts her phone in my hand and I scroll up, past more dicks than I ever imagined seeing until I get to the top.

I see the first picture—the picture the random guy sent her and laugh. It’s nothing to write home about.

She scoots her chair next to mine and leans over, her head almost on my shoulder as she peeks into her phone in my hand. “What you laughing at?”

I’m not about to dis another guy’s dick, I shake my head and say nothing.

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