Boys of RDA

How do you tell if a cucumber is good? Should it be firm or have a slight give to it when squeezed? My whole eating healthier plan is harder than I thought it would be. There are so many mysteries to fruits and veggies. I put down my first cucumber and select another one from the bin. This one is larger and a bit firmer when I squeeze. Is firmer a good quality?"Depending on what you're going to do with that, it should be mostly hard."A short, white-haired elderly woman stands to my side and I almost fumble my vegetable when she speaks. Her eyes fall to my hands as they tighten around the green phallic object. Oh my god. I've been caught feeling up vegetables by a grandmother."Sandwiches!" I shout in her direction. "Just sandwiches." I put the cucumber back in the bin and wipe my hands on my pants. As if the action will somehow remove my embarrassment over what this little old lady thought I planned to do with the thick veggie.Unfazed she reaches in and grabs my original cuc

Pink polka-dot umbrella in hand, I'm ready for the weather this morning. My brother said he hasn't seen this much rain in June since he moved here when I was eighteen. Here we are, six years later and I seem to be attracting storm clouds. Twice in one week, it has to be a new record. Thunder woke me before my alarm this morning and I spent the extra time searching for my rain boots. By a stroke of luck, they match my new umbrella almost as if I'd made a coordinated effort.The bright pink boots don't fit with the business suit I have on, but there is a pair of heels in my purse for when I get to my desk. Today I'm prepared. I rock. Nothing will make me falter. I reach the lobby and see Finn as he leans with his back against the front window.I falter."Good morning.""Um, good morning. What are you doing here?" I didn't expect to see him so soon after our encounter yesterday...or ever again for that matter."Well, I live here so I'm allowed to loiter in the lobby, but I was a

Friday morning.I've survived a full week in a new place and a new job. This accomplishment deserves ice cream or wine. Maybe ice cream with wine. I debate the merits of ice cream flavored wine down all four flights. Again a comfortably dressed Finn wearing jeans and a blue long sleeved t-shirt waits in our shared lobby. The tee has a pixelated font, "Classically trained" with a picture of an old-style video game controller beneath it. Yeah, his office definitely has a relaxed dress code. My own black pants and pink blouse make me feel overdressed as I approach him."Good morning," I singsong to him. "Cute shirt." I come off over-happy, but nothing can beat a Friday morning. Finn's normal cute factor has veered more toward hot today. I have a sudden urge to sweep my fingers through his hair and pull it a little. I have no idea where the idea comes from and I shut it off fast. Well I try to shut it off, but the sight of the light stubble along his jawline has certain parts of me too

"Yes, he's staying in the penthouse." I turn back to Ben and mouth, "be nice" in his direction. I hope it doesn't sentence Finn to an interrogation from my big grizzly.Ben leaves the doorway, but stays in the kitchen offering us no privacy. Finn's cologne spreads through the space that separates us causing me to lean closer. Behind the pizza box he wears an orange Giant's short sleeve t-shirt and another pair of jeans. I'm not sure how he pulls off the comfortable look so well. He's also back in his glasses today, which puts the whole image together and my insides delight at the sight."I remember you said you were watching the game today, so I thought I'd bring over some pizza and a movie for later. It was stupid of me to think you wouldn't be watching it with someone. I'm sorry." Finn starts to turn away and I rush to stop him."No wait. Come in and watch it with us. I'd love to have another Giants fan to root with me. Ben's going for the Rockies and he's going to be sore when

I have no idea if I am or not. I can't feel anything besides what he's doing to me, but I don't want him to stop. "Yes.""Good, baby. Lean back a little and enjoy the show." Finn's hands move down my body both gripping the top of my sweat pants. A single finger traces the area where the fabric meets my skin, causing it to break out in goosebumps from the delicate touch. As his fingers come together, his hand slowly moves underneath the material, moving down my body before it comes to rest on the top of my hip.One hand pulls on the drawstring hem as his other moves lower. Finn moves slowly, giving me time to stop him. I don't. My hips lift up allowing my pants to slide past my hips, but stopping once they've cleared Finn's hand and hit my knees. I guess I'm going to look the other way while Finn steals third.I settle back into the couch cushions. Finn's fingers flex on my thigh pulling my leg over his. I'm now open to his hand's exploration —— a fact which spikes my nerves. With