Squirmed out of your brother’s clutches as easily as you did into that filth of a movie you seen this afternoon, right? I know. You know me, I’m not meek, not one to go quiet, I—”
“Oh, you’re never too quiet,” I affirmed, grinning under cheap shades as my feet fiddled in my short heels.
Getting close, his head hovering over my vintage bangs, his breath delicious as it scattered on my pores with the impact of an atom bomb, he whispered, “But you are, Rhea.”
He was never this playful and alluring.
A “yes” crawled around my tongue and sheltering teeth. I was so full of heat; I could power the coldest district of Alaska for a week.
He cupped my little hand, one of his fingers zapping me with a common shock that couldn’t be anything but a lame joke in comparison to the bolts of electricity shimmying down our nerves. My picture was instantly a darker, smuttier one.
Anthony placed a hand on the small of my back as I moved to sit in his lap. With a muted mind, I was bold. My inquisitive mouth hung around his, not ready to kiss.
“Don’t think of me as Humbert, baby,” he persuaded gently, wooling my hair from an old, orange band.
I shook my head, thinking naught. I pressed my knees together, hoping he’d like what’s between them and what isn’t in the next ten minutes. “Humbert’s not a bad guy, really,” I peeped, nuzzling into the invisible stubble on the DA’s cheek. “He’s not because he thinks he is. All good guys have it wrong.”
“You’re so smart, darling. You have the most unique speech pattern,” he whispered and gave me my first kiss. It was strong and could conduct lightning. It was like a lamb and like a chain secret. It was Silicon Valley perfection.
~ *** ~
Oh, Arthur, that boy is always right! I get into trouble as easily as raccoons gets into the garbage at night. Or, more aptly, as Anthony got into my lockbox and took its treasure. I told Anthony I’d forgive him if he came around my shore more often, but—truth is—this burglar is untouchable. Completely unassailable. If he returns I’ll be considered blessed.
“Oh, but I already feel so fortunate!” I muttered with a leer, making my way home through a dry gaggle of bushes.
Anthony just couldn’t believe it when I told him no one would even notice I was missing. “Though I suppose you’re the type of girl to dizzy ’em up before they realize,” he joked and sent me packing with a quick peck.
“Dopes, buncha dopes,” I told him.
And I was right.
All gathered in the sultry living room, sweat stapled to the creases above their thirsty lips, the Ozera family had not flinched at the sound of the door, or noticed my smudged lipstick and tacky limp.
“You guys are lucky I’m no Baby Face Nelly. I’d have you reelin’, on the ground ’fore you knew what hit cha,” I fished. I put my jacket on the rack and smiled. No one else was. “What’s the matter, you guys?” I asked, eyes locking bitterly with my brother’s for a moment, hoping he’d not told.
“Sit down,” U.J. besought, reddening my cheeks, readying me for a mudslinging match.
Mama, small as ever, slouching into the couch, started: “I-I just don’t think we can say that I was good enough for—”
“We can’t say anything until tomorrow, when they call,” U.J. interjected harshly, shaking his head, cowboy cap in his big paws. “Rhea,” he directed his attention towards me. “I can’t stay a day longer. You—you and your brother—are gonna havta look after your mom while I’m gone. Can you do that much?”
The anxiety was useless; I was fine. “Sure, I can do that,” I said with a hint of revolt.
Mom put on her brave face, holding her thumb. “Jim, I’ll be fine. I told you, I won’t get into that jumble again. The kids aren’t guardian to me . I’m fine, we’ll be fine. Go;
“Oh, you’re never too quiet,” I affirmed, grinning under cheap shades as my feet fiddled in my short heels.
Getting close, his head hovering over my vintage bangs, his breath delicious as it scattered on my pores with the impact of an atom bomb, he whispered, “But you are, Rhea.”
He was never this playful and alluring.
A “yes” crawled around my tongue and sheltering teeth. I was so full of heat; I could power the coldest district of Alaska for a week.
He cupped my little hand, one of his fingers zapping me with a common shock that couldn’t be anything but a lame joke in comparison to the bolts of electricity shimmying down our nerves. My picture was instantly a darker, smuttier one.
Anthony placed a hand on the small of my back as I moved to sit in his lap. With a muted mind, I was bold. My inquisitive mouth hung around his, not ready to kiss.
“Don’t think of me as Humbert, baby,” he persuaded gently, wooling my hair from an old, orange band.
I shook my head, thinking naught. I pressed my knees together, hoping he’d like what’s between them and what isn’t in the next ten minutes. “Humbert’s not a bad guy, really,” I peeped, nuzzling into the invisible stubble on the DA’s cheek. “He’s not because he thinks he is. All good guys have it wrong.”
“You’re so smart, darling. You have the most unique speech pattern,” he whispered and gave me my first kiss. It was strong and could conduct lightning. It was like a lamb and like a chain secret. It was Silicon Valley perfection.
~ *** ~
Oh, Arthur, that boy is always right! I get into trouble as easily as raccoons gets into the garbage at night. Or, more aptly, as Anthony got into my lockbox and took its treasure. I told Anthony I’d forgive him if he came around my shore more often, but—truth is—this burglar is untouchable. Completely unassailable. If he returns I’ll be considered blessed.
“Oh, but I already feel so fortunate!” I muttered with a leer, making my way home through a dry gaggle of bushes.
Anthony just couldn’t believe it when I told him no one would even notice I was missing. “Though I suppose you’re the type of girl to dizzy ’em up before they realize,” he joked and sent me packing with a quick peck.
“Dopes, buncha dopes,” I told him.
And I was right.
All gathered in the sultry living room, sweat stapled to the creases above their thirsty lips, the Ozera family had not flinched at the sound of the door, or noticed my smudged lipstick and tacky limp.
“You guys are lucky I’m no Baby Face Nelly. I’d have you reelin’, on the ground ’fore you knew what hit cha,” I fished. I put my jacket on the rack and smiled. No one else was. “What’s the matter, you guys?” I asked, eyes locking bitterly with my brother’s for a moment, hoping he’d not told.
“Sit down,” U.J. besought, reddening my cheeks, readying me for a mudslinging match.
Mama, small as ever, slouching into the couch, started: “I-I just don’t think we can say that I was good enough for—”
“We can’t say anything until tomorrow, when they call,” U.J. interjected harshly, shaking his head, cowboy cap in his big paws. “Rhea,” he directed his attention towards me. “I can’t stay a day longer. You—you and your brother—are gonna havta look after your mom while I’m gone. Can you do that much?”
The anxiety was useless; I was fine. “Sure, I can do that,” I said with a hint of revolt.
Mom put on her brave face, holding her thumb. “Jim, I’ll be fine. I told you, I won’t get into that jumble again. The kids aren’t guardian to me . I’m fine, we’ll be fine. Go;
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