Glennie, I’m blushing out to here, from the toes up. I get so hot and scrunchy I have to leave the booth.”
“You left?”
“So shook up I ducked into the nearest multiplex, sat there in the dark actually trembling.”
“I’ve got to see this guy. Hey, do you have candles, we could—“
“No. Do you want to hear about this?”
“I’d like to see you for chrissake! What happened after the theater?”
“I’m getting there. The place is practically empty. And the next thing I know this guy, this incredible-looking male model, is sitting next to me.”
“Oh, wow.”
“And then—and this is without saying a word—he’s got his hand on my leg.”
“No.”
“And then he’s got it somewhere else.”
“My God! What did you do!”
“What did I do? What did I do ? What do you think I did? I came like the fourth of July. Finally . After all these years. I think I yelped.”
“Karen, this is incredible.”
“And he says, this big hunk says, ‘I don’t want to talk. I don’t want addresses. I don’t even want to know your name.’ And then he leaves.”
“Jesus. And what did you do?”
“I think I passed out there in the theater seat. It was fantastic. Incredible. At least until I got home and Ed started in with the cuffs and the smut flicks. That was the night he first told me there was a killer in the area.”
Glenda huddled against the toilet rubbing her arms; no air-conditioning, the house cloying, the bathroom worse, and she was rubbing her arms. “But the killer, Karen. I mean, weren’t you—you must have—“
“Of course. I mean, I thought about it certainly. Even if it was a long shot it was still dangerous, right? Foolhardy, really. I think that’s what made it so exciting. I think that’s why I showed up at the mall the next day.”
“And…?”
“He was there. We did it in the women’s john. Twice.”
“You didn’t!”
“He followed me in. I was sitting there doing my thing and all at once there he was, pulling back the door, grinning. He shoved me up against the tile, hiked up my dress and away we went. I came like a drunk nun, pounding on the wall.”
“You’re putting me on! In a mall toilet!”
“I think he liked it down and dirty like that. We did it in elevators too. Hotel halls. Any place dangerous and exciting. Outside in the park, sometimes. The warm sun on his hard, white ass. Neither of us uttering a word to each other. Just groans. And gasps. Mmm.”
“Karen, this is sick.”
“Isn’t it? We did it ten times one afternoon. Ten times. In every position. I was awash in the Big Sticky, kiddo. It was unreal. Unreal. It was…it was…”
“ What ! Don’t drift off on me now!”
“…it was…addictive. I fell in love.”
“You fell in lust. I can’t believe this is you talking.”
“It went on that way for weeks. Every day. I was so…sore. And the more sore I got, the more I wanted it. I got so bad one night I broke the rules. I shouldn’t have done that…shouldn’t have…that’s when it all started coming apart…”
“The ‘rules’?”
“The no-address rules. I followed him home one night. He lived over on the West Side, nice place, big two-story Victorian. Dormers and all. I pulled up down the street, watched him go in, watched him come out again. I should have gone home. But I wanted him, I wanted him so bad. And the only thing at home was Ed. And his smut. So…I sneaked into lumberjack’s house…”
“Please tell me you’re making this up.”
“I snooped around downstairs like a common thief. It was thrilling. Dangerous. Nerve-wracking. Made me wet. Can you understand? I went upstairs. He had this incredible enormous canopy bed. I stripped, lay across the satin duvet, awaited my prince.”
“Christ, Karen, I can’t believe—weren’t you—“
“To death! I heard
“You left?”
“So shook up I ducked into the nearest multiplex, sat there in the dark actually trembling.”
“I’ve got to see this guy. Hey, do you have candles, we could—“
“No. Do you want to hear about this?”
“I’d like to see you for chrissake! What happened after the theater?”
“I’m getting there. The place is practically empty. And the next thing I know this guy, this incredible-looking male model, is sitting next to me.”
“Oh, wow.”
“And then—and this is without saying a word—he’s got his hand on my leg.”
“No.”
“And then he’s got it somewhere else.”
“My God! What did you do!”
“What did I do? What did I do ? What do you think I did? I came like the fourth of July. Finally . After all these years. I think I yelped.”
“Karen, this is incredible.”
“And he says, this big hunk says, ‘I don’t want to talk. I don’t want addresses. I don’t even want to know your name.’ And then he leaves.”
“Jesus. And what did you do?”
“I think I passed out there in the theater seat. It was fantastic. Incredible. At least until I got home and Ed started in with the cuffs and the smut flicks. That was the night he first told me there was a killer in the area.”
Glenda huddled against the toilet rubbing her arms; no air-conditioning, the house cloying, the bathroom worse, and she was rubbing her arms. “But the killer, Karen. I mean, weren’t you—you must have—“
“Of course. I mean, I thought about it certainly. Even if it was a long shot it was still dangerous, right? Foolhardy, really. I think that’s what made it so exciting. I think that’s why I showed up at the mall the next day.”
“And…?”
“He was there. We did it in the women’s john. Twice.”
“You didn’t!”
“He followed me in. I was sitting there doing my thing and all at once there he was, pulling back the door, grinning. He shoved me up against the tile, hiked up my dress and away we went. I came like a drunk nun, pounding on the wall.”
“You’re putting me on! In a mall toilet!”
“I think he liked it down and dirty like that. We did it in elevators too. Hotel halls. Any place dangerous and exciting. Outside in the park, sometimes. The warm sun on his hard, white ass. Neither of us uttering a word to each other. Just groans. And gasps. Mmm.”
“Karen, this is sick.”
“Isn’t it? We did it ten times one afternoon. Ten times. In every position. I was awash in the Big Sticky, kiddo. It was unreal. Unreal. It was…it was…”
“ What ! Don’t drift off on me now!”
“…it was…addictive. I fell in love.”
“You fell in lust. I can’t believe this is you talking.”
“It went on that way for weeks. Every day. I was so…sore. And the more sore I got, the more I wanted it. I got so bad one night I broke the rules. I shouldn’t have done that…shouldn’t have…that’s when it all started coming apart…”
“The ‘rules’?”
“The no-address rules. I followed him home one night. He lived over on the West Side, nice place, big two-story Victorian. Dormers and all. I pulled up down the street, watched him go in, watched him come out again. I should have gone home. But I wanted him, I wanted him so bad. And the only thing at home was Ed. And his smut. So…I sneaked into lumberjack’s house…”
“Please tell me you’re making this up.”
“I snooped around downstairs like a common thief. It was thrilling. Dangerous. Nerve-wracking. Made me wet. Can you understand? I went upstairs. He had this incredible enormous canopy bed. I stripped, lay across the satin duvet, awaited my prince.”
“Christ, Karen, I can’t believe—weren’t you—“
“To death! I heard
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