He kissed her neck again. She felt his penis stir against her leg.
Sliding her hand underneath the sheet, she pulled his hand away from her breast and moved to the other side of the bed.
Surprises
Two short cries emanated from Julia’s room as he came out of his bedroom. Danny stopped and listened. There was another cry. He walked along the landing to her door and
gently knocked. She didn’t respond.
As he opened the door, he said, “Julia, is everything… ”
“Don’t come in!”
The harshness in her tone caused Danny to freeze with the door still ajar. He stared at his hand on the brass door handle until his muscles caught up with his brain and permitted him to obey the
command. Halfway along the landing, he heard Julia talk aloud. It dawned on him what he’d heard. His face burned with mortification.
Ten minutes later, Julia came down dressed in her shabby robe. She was as unkempt as the house, tufts of her hair standing on end, waxy face and a love bite at the base of her neck.
“Did you make tea?” She headed toward the kitchen.
“Coffee.”
“That’ll do.”
He watched from the sofa as she lit a cigarette, eased back her head and blew smoke at the kitchen ceiling. Upstairs, a door creaked open. A moment later, the bathroom door closed and was
immediately followed by the metallic gurgle of the water pipes inside the wall of the kitchen.
“Sorry for bursting in on you,” he said.
She peered over the top of the magazine. “No problemo.” She turned a page and reached out for her mug on the coffee table. As she did, the front of her robe parted and exposed her
right breast. A chunky silver earring was attached to the nipple. She eased back and readjusted the robe.
Danny’s eyes remained fixed on the spot where he imagined the ring.
She looked over and caught him staring. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
“You’ve seen a tit before, haven’t you?”
“What’s on it?”
Her lips curled into a sly smile. “It’s a nipple ring.” She laughed. “Clive got one and I liked it.”
“Looks heavy. Isn’t it painful?”
“It’s great for sex.” She arched one eyebrow rakishly. “You should get one. Lots of men get their nipples and dicks pierced these days.”
Danny’s scrotum crawled. He became aware of his shirt pressing against his nipples. Her overnight guest crossed the landing and started down the stairs. About to take a sip of coffee,
Danny peered expectantly at the staircase. His coffee mug pinged hard against his front teeth as a woman, slender and petite, appeared at the doorway.
“Julia, you don’t happen to have a spare toothbrush, do you?” She smiled at Danny.
As Julia introduced them, Danny rose automatically, shook her hand and sat again. A lull in the conversation occurred before Katie and he spoke simultaneously.
“You go first,” Katie said.
“Would you like a coffee?”
“Lovely.”
When he returned Julia and Katie were entwined on the sofa. Julia nibbled the woman’s ear lobe. Their blatancy astonished him. He set the mug down quietly on the table and went to his
room.
Bunting, as in bunting
Wide carrara marble steps, concaved in the higher trafficked areas by two centuries of visitors, swept up to the modern plate glass entrance doors of the Kant-Institut a
three-storey former residence adjacent to a German art museum. Once inside, however, the sumptuous classical interior Danny expected had been sacrificed in favour of German practicality; a
glittering chandelier in the foyer had been replaced with parallel rows of recessed lighting, the marble floor blanketed with tough industrial carpeting and the beautiful oak staircase was
embellished with a garish fire red metal banister. A large sign in the middle of the foyer performed a triple function, greeting students, advising the whereabouts of the finance office and stating
any course fee balances were to be paid on registration.
A friendly German woman helped him complete the
Sliding her hand underneath the sheet, she pulled his hand away from her breast and moved to the other side of the bed.
Surprises
Two short cries emanated from Julia’s room as he came out of his bedroom. Danny stopped and listened. There was another cry. He walked along the landing to her door and
gently knocked. She didn’t respond.
As he opened the door, he said, “Julia, is everything… ”
“Don’t come in!”
The harshness in her tone caused Danny to freeze with the door still ajar. He stared at his hand on the brass door handle until his muscles caught up with his brain and permitted him to obey the
command. Halfway along the landing, he heard Julia talk aloud. It dawned on him what he’d heard. His face burned with mortification.
Ten minutes later, Julia came down dressed in her shabby robe. She was as unkempt as the house, tufts of her hair standing on end, waxy face and a love bite at the base of her neck.
“Did you make tea?” She headed toward the kitchen.
“Coffee.”
“That’ll do.”
He watched from the sofa as she lit a cigarette, eased back her head and blew smoke at the kitchen ceiling. Upstairs, a door creaked open. A moment later, the bathroom door closed and was
immediately followed by the metallic gurgle of the water pipes inside the wall of the kitchen.
“Sorry for bursting in on you,” he said.
She peered over the top of the magazine. “No problemo.” She turned a page and reached out for her mug on the coffee table. As she did, the front of her robe parted and exposed her
right breast. A chunky silver earring was attached to the nipple. She eased back and readjusted the robe.
Danny’s eyes remained fixed on the spot where he imagined the ring.
She looked over and caught him staring. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
“You’ve seen a tit before, haven’t you?”
“What’s on it?”
Her lips curled into a sly smile. “It’s a nipple ring.” She laughed. “Clive got one and I liked it.”
“Looks heavy. Isn’t it painful?”
“It’s great for sex.” She arched one eyebrow rakishly. “You should get one. Lots of men get their nipples and dicks pierced these days.”
Danny’s scrotum crawled. He became aware of his shirt pressing against his nipples. Her overnight guest crossed the landing and started down the stairs. About to take a sip of coffee,
Danny peered expectantly at the staircase. His coffee mug pinged hard against his front teeth as a woman, slender and petite, appeared at the doorway.
“Julia, you don’t happen to have a spare toothbrush, do you?” She smiled at Danny.
As Julia introduced them, Danny rose automatically, shook her hand and sat again. A lull in the conversation occurred before Katie and he spoke simultaneously.
“You go first,” Katie said.
“Would you like a coffee?”
“Lovely.”
When he returned Julia and Katie were entwined on the sofa. Julia nibbled the woman’s ear lobe. Their blatancy astonished him. He set the mug down quietly on the table and went to his
room.
Bunting, as in bunting
Wide carrara marble steps, concaved in the higher trafficked areas by two centuries of visitors, swept up to the modern plate glass entrance doors of the Kant-Institut a
three-storey former residence adjacent to a German art museum. Once inside, however, the sumptuous classical interior Danny expected had been sacrificed in favour of German practicality; a
glittering chandelier in the foyer had been replaced with parallel rows of recessed lighting, the marble floor blanketed with tough industrial carpeting and the beautiful oak staircase was
embellished with a garish fire red metal banister. A large sign in the middle of the foyer performed a triple function, greeting students, advising the whereabouts of the finance office and stating
any course fee balances were to be paid on registration.
A friendly German woman helped him complete the
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