Hummina Whoomina?

That was his response when he was asked "So were you thinking about how you use to fuck me? How we'd give each other head for hours on end while knocking back 2-3 bottles of cheap wine? When are we going to do it again?"

"Hummina Whoomina?" he replied not quite believing what he had just heard. He hadn't stuck any part of himself into any part of her in close to 8 years. Was she just innocently flirting with him knowing full well he'd fire something back or did she really mean it? Completely confused he responded "You wish." Four long seconds of silence followed to be broken with "You know what I do. I wish I was the one going to the shore in your passenger seat. I wish I was the one having coffee in bed with you on a crisp fall morning by the sea. One more time for old times sake?" He knew better though and told her to go buy a sack of bananas.

After hanging up with her he wanted to punch himself in the balls. Here was a hot chick who was throwing herself at him looking for nothing more than some head and a stick-it-in and he told her to go buy a bag of bananas. "What a fucking tool!" his cock yelled at him. He was telling the first woman he had ever rode bare back to look elsewhere. The first woman who let him leave a deposit behind was now hitting him over the head with a sack of dimes to come over to "play rummy" their code word for a late night meeting.

Two days later he mentioned this phonecall with her to an old friend of his who was around 8 years prior. "Dude you know she had a kid in June and the baby's father skipped town right?" No he didn't and with that the brief temptation was put out like a dog who had just pissed on the rug.