“I’d like to look into getting a handgun and a concealed carry permit.”
We were sitting at the kitchen table, lazily nibbling at breakfast Saturday morning when I broke the revelation to Buck.
He beamed at me almost like a proud papa. “Really?”
“Yep. Barbra strongly suggested it yesterday.”
“Does Henry carry?”
“I’m not sure.”
Buck carries. A Glock, I believe. He had other handguns as well. If I understood Buck correctly, just about everyone, including the women, in his shop carried. Construction finance can be a risky business.
“Bankers, guns, and money,” Buck muttered.
“Nothing. Word play on a song title from a few years back. I find it interesting.”
“Do you have a timetable?”
“For carrying a handgun.”
“As soon as possible.”
“I see. Well, we can make the purchase today. You’ll need to go down to the Probate Court to fill out the form, pay for the license, and get approved.”
“I can work that out next week. I’ve got Tuesday off.”
“OK. Then there’s the handgun safety class.”
“I can work that in the following week if the class is available.”
A silence fell between us as I poked at my fruit salad and Buck chomped on his bacon.
Buck finally broke the silence. “May I ask how you came to this decision?”
I thought about making up a lie. Something about the safety of our bank employees. I opted for the truth.
“Barbra told me that during menopause, Henry fooled around on her. When she came to her senses and realized what was going on, she shoved a pistol under his jaw and told him that shit was over.”
“Yeah. Want to be ready when the time comes.”
“Dian, I’m not fooling around on you.”
I looked Buck in the eye. He didn’t waver. I didn’t doubt him.
“I don’t think you are. But should you get the notion…”
I thought about Pam and Kari in his office. Thought about the waitress last night at Al’s.
Buck stood up from the kitchen table. Offered me his hand. I accepted and he pulled me to my feet.
“Dian, I’m perfectly fine with you carrying. In fact, I think it would be a good idea. I’ve always thought you worked in a dangerous profession. Will the bank allow you to carry concealed on the job?”
“Yes. Frank carries.”
Frank is the President and Chairman of the Board of our little community bank.
“That’s good. You should be able to catch any punk in a crossfire if it comes to that,” Buck said with a chuckle.
I nuzzled into Buck, rubbing my nose against his neck.
“But honey, if you want to keep me from straying, then fuck me.”
I looked up. “What was that?”
“It’s very simple. Fuck me.”
“We’ve had two Fridays in a row.”
“Yes, and it’s been wonderful. And I’m not asking for more than that. Let’s just keep it on a regular basis and I’m all yours.”
“What if health issues get in the way?”
“We will cross that bridge when we come to it. I’m talking about the right here and now. We’re both old, with some aches and pains and ailments, but we still managed to knock out a hell of a session last night.”
“Yes, yes we did.” I kissed Buck on the end of the nose and put my lips up next to his left ear where he heard better. “Fuck me, stud.”
He pushed me back to arm’s length. “Ma’am?”
“You heard me.”
“Did you tell me to fuck you?”
“I don’t stutter, old man. Think you can get it up two days in a row?”
“I think I can get it up and in and out and in and out as many times as it takes, granny.”
“Granny? Who the hell are you calling me a granny?”
“Your old man and a grandpa to boot. You’re a GILF.”
“What’s a GILF?”
“A Grandma I’d Like to Fuck.”