One (Bar Dance) by Dani Joy

wore once. They were way too slutty for me to wear much less uncomfortable and hot. As in too warm not sexy hot. They also cost too much to just throw away. I pulled them out and slid the folder under the tissue paper and put the boots back in. I put the box back on the shelf and put another box on top of it for good measure. Then I went in the bathroom and closed the door. I pulled out my box of tampons and pulled one out. I opened the wrapper and pulled it out carefully. I pulled the cotton out of the applicator and threw it in the toilet. I put the flash drive inside of the applicator them put it back inside the wrapper. I put that on the bottom shelf as if it had fallen out of the box and shoved to the back. I didn’t want to grab it on accident. Then put the box back where it had been. I used the toilet and flushed my evidence away and hopefully some of my guilt. After I washed my hands I did what I said I would. I went and supervised the newly learned culinary skills.
    I walked in the kitchen to find Rand reading the back of a package of frozen peas, very carefully. He had also set a glass of wine on the counter for me. I took a sip and watched him read again with a scowl on his face. “Want a quick hint?”
    “No.” He glared up at me.
    “Okay.”  I took another sip and he was still reading the instructions.
    He then glared at me again. “Yes.”
    “Open package. Pour in about a quarter or third of the bag. Add a splash of water and a hunk of butter. Put it in the nuke for about two minutes.”
    He breathed a sigh of relief. “I can do that.”
    “It ain’t rocket science.” I hid my smirk. “What else we having?”
    “Salmon.”
    “The oven is a pain in the ass. Is it actually on?” I knew that he had them in the oven and truthfully the oven was a pain in the ass.
    “It says that it is at three twenty-five.”
    “Are any other lights on besides that one?”
    He glared at it. “No.”
    “Then it isn’t on. ” I got up and wandered around the counter. “That sets the temp but to turn it on you have to choose how you want it to bake and then tell it to bake.”
    “That’s stupid.”  He glared at the oven.
    “Told you it is a pain in the ass.”
    “Mom told me to preheat it.”
    “You only have to do that if you are baking bread, cakes, cookies. Other than that it is just a waste of energy. Just add a minute or two to your cooking time.”
    He held up the package of rice. His eyebrows were raised. “I love that stuff. No bowl needed. It only takes like two minutes. When you turn the fish put that in for whatever time it says on the package. Pull it out and put in the peas. When they are done you serve the two and then pull out the fish. Dinner is done.”
    I watched him visibly relax.
    “Turn the oven up ten degrees though. It cooks a little low.”
    “Not rocket science huh?”
    This time I couldn’t help the smirk from showing. “Nope. Not in the least.”
    Dinner turned out to be delicious. Since I didn’t have to do any of the prep work I did dishes. I was liking this a lot. Food s omeone else cooked always tastes better than if you made it yourself. Especially if you only made it for yourself.
    I was now at the counter searching for used text books for next semester. I was also having very little luck. It was frustrating work but usually worth it. New ones were hundreds of dollars. Used ones weren’t hundreds. Most of the time they were reasonable. I could also resell it for at least half of what I paid for it. It didn’t always work that way since the medical field changed so quickly and text books were updated often. Rand was on my couch attempting to watch my ‘ancient TV’ as he called it. I heard him receive a text more than I saw it. I didn’t pay much attention. I was on a mission for children’s vascular something or another. Twelfth edition. Nothing lower. Preferred fifteenth edition. I was not paying three hundred dollars for a hundred and ten page book. Really