Erotica - Adoption

He pulled open the time-worn door and entered the depressing industrial edifice. The receptionist glanced up at him and then her eyes quickly returned to her lap as he approached.

“Mrs...Sims? I believe. I have an appointment.”

He pretended to consult his schedule as she looked at her own, thereby avoiding looking directly at her. She was achingly beautiful.

“Yes, three o'clock. Go into the waiting room, please.”

The waiting room was merely an outdated couch on the other side of a cubicle partition. After a brief wait, the Director of Human Services appeared.

“Mrs. Sims? William Wallace. We spoke over the phone?”

“Yes, hello Mr. Wallace. I believe you had made an inquiry about adoption?”

“Yes, ma'am, I did. So, what I'm looking for, here. Female. Black. Tall is nice. About fifteen. Although I'm willing to go plus or minus a year, provided she is studious.”

“Mr. Wallace! I'm afraid that's not how it works.”

“Well, shouldn't it?”

“Absolutely not! It's an outrage. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Well, if that's the way you feel about it...”

His face almost betrayed the hint of a grin as he turned to walk out. On the other side, he did manage to steal a glance at her, despite his resolve. She was suddenly very concerned with her nails. But at the door, she stopped him.

“Daddy?”

He turned to look. She was stretched across her desk toward him, arm extended. An arm that held a pink Post-it note... Each step back seemed to take way too long, but it was either that or run. She didn't look at him, but when he got closer, she waved it imperceptibly. When he reached for it, as if in a trance, their fingers touched, and she emitted a soft gasp. At a loss for words, he pocketed the scrap of paper, and walked out.