I caught a glimpse of one of the rooms and immediately recognized it as Sharon's. The tiny desk and chair just beneath the window let me identify it. A CRT monitor was perched atop an outdated desktop PC. There was a full-sized bed with a Brown comforter over it, a dresser with a light, a nightstand with an MP3 player, and a stack of dystopian-themed books on the opposite side of the window, where I couldn't see them from the outside.“Williams?”As my heart continued to race, I resisted the need to respond. My elbow was caressed by her hand as I felt her approach beside me.Sharon ran her fingers down my arm, "Geez, Williams—you're absolutely freezing," she remarked. You have ice-cold skin.She gave me a thorough once-over while lowering her voice.She grabbed my hand and led me to the edge of her bed, calling out, "Come here." She pushed me forward by pulling back the comforter and the sheet that was covering it. She then put her palm on my shoulder blade. "Get in."I questioned, "I
She said, "I made Mexican," and as she did so, I noticed that her cheeks were beginning to turn a shade of pink, and she was biting down on her lip once more. "Do you like enchiladas?"I tried to contain my laughter by laughing through my nose, but it just wasn't working out very well."Yeah," I answered, "I do.""Rice and beans with a Mexican twist?"“Definitely.” My stomach growled in approval as a response to the overall concept, as though the world required a concluding punctuation mark. Even more astonishing than the fact that I regained my appetite on this day was the discovery that I also felt an odd sense of calm while I was in her company.My mind was filled with the words of William Shakespeare: "Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman." Sharon was successful in bringing a sense of peace to my thoughts in some way.How on earth did she manage that?Damn.Sharon had some culinary skills.Perhaps it was because I hadn't had anything that was truly
As my hand traveled up her back, past the top of her shirt, and down to the middle of her back, I became acutely aware that she did not have a bra on. This was the first realization I had had all night. When girls went to bed, did they typically put them on? They almost certainly did. It did not appear as though they would be comfortable in any other situation.I made a conscious effort not to dwell on the fact that her body was mashed up against mine and that I was quite certain that her nipples were resting on my chest. If I gave that any thought...well, let's just say that I didn't want to test my luck. Not right now.At the very least, Sheriff Brown was anticipated to be at his residence today.I hated the words as soon as they left my mouth, "I should probably go," but I uttered them anyhow. "I'm not sure that I want your dad to walk in here at this particular moment," I said.I observed as Sharon's normally rosy cheeks suddenly turned bright red.She chimed in with a "No, probab
I turned my head to look at him and noticed that he was casting a sideways glance in my direction out of the corner of his eye.I gave a shrug and replied, "Perhaps it was the way that we collided.""I thought about that, too," Maxwell responded, "but he didn't hit you there, either."As I turned my back to face the window, I remarked to him, "It's obvious that you have the eyes of a referee." "You are as stupid as a fucking bat. According to the x-ray, I have a broken rib; thus, you must have overlooked something.Maxwell chose not to answer, but he did spin the wheel sharply in order to get us off the freeway and into my driveway. He floored the accelerator and drove us up the steep hill and through the forest on the other side. When he came to a stop near the home, I threw open the door and ran out without stopping to consider. I grimaced in pain and grabbed my side for a whole minute until I regained control of my breathing again.Maxwell circled back around from the opposite side
I had the want to fully lose it and begin screaming at the top of my lungs. Even if I came out and said I'd fucked his daughter on the hood of his patrol car, I knew in the back of my mind that he wasn't going to do anything to me even if I admitted to having done so. He was aware that he was unable to touch me, but he still tried.However, that would not be helpful in resolving the issue.At all.In spite of the fact that I should have known better, I opened my mouth and told him the truth.I whispered, "She helped me," as I spoke. "The Saturday before last was...um...the same day as..."I was unable to complete it. The tone of Sheriff Brown's speech became more soothing."I am aware of the day that it was."I nodded.“Um…At the graveyard, Sharon was the one who noticed me." I retracted my head into my palms and yanked at my hair as I did so. "I wasn't really getting too far. It was she that brought me back to this place. She prepared me dinner."I didn't think it was necessary for h
She positioned herself directly behind the ball and scanned the field, looking alternately to the left and right sides of the net. I lowered myself into a crouch and moved around on my knees for a while.She questioned the number of opportunities given to her, "How many tries do I get?"."In a typical situation, one," I stated, "but because I'm such a nice guy, you can have three."She let out a snort.It's possible that I would have let her kick me all afternoon, but at some point I would have been exhausted. Additionally, it was still a little difficult to breathe.“Okay.”She kicked while bending her knees and bringing her foot back behind her knee. The ball grazed her toe and continued rolling at roughly the same speed as a plastic toy truck designed for a toddler. I ran over there and grabbed it just in time to prevent it from hitting the side bar."Ruth, Ruth, Ruth," I made fun of her three times. "You have to put some muscle behind it!"I approached her while holding the ball,
I responded by telling her, "He just...pushed me away." In the hallway, you'll find an old version of those objects that seem like vanity tables. I took a rib fracture from that. It was my responsibility, not his, that we got into this situation."Sharon remarked, "He pushed you, and you hit a table; and when you hit the table, was that when your rib broke?"“Yeah.”She asked her question in a hushed tone, "How exactly is that your fault?""It's all my fault," I proclaimed at the time. My arms began to constrict around her, and I buried my head in her shoulder as we became closer. "I am to blame for her passing away.""According to my father, it was a car accident.""However, if it weren't for me, she probably wouldn't have been there." I then continued to tell her about an incident in which I had forgotten my gloves and how my mother had gone back to get them.After I had finished, Sharon asserted, "It was a complete accident." "Sometimes it seems like everyone forgets something..."
I responded by telling her, "He just...pushed me away." In the hallway, you'll find an old version of those objects that seem like vanity tables. I took a rib fracture from that. It was my responsibility, not his, that we got into this situation."Sharon remarked, "He pushed you, and you hit a table; and when you hit the table, was that when your rib broke?"“Yeah.”She asked her question in a hushed tone, "How exactly is that your fault?""It's all my fault," I proclaimed at the time. My arms began to constrict around her, and I buried my head in her shoulder as we became closer. "I am to blame for her passing away.""According to my father, it was a car accident.""However, if it weren't for me, she probably wouldn't have been there." I then continued to tell her about an incident in which I had forgotten my gloves and how my mother had gone back to get them.After I had finished, Sharon asserted, "It was a complete accident." "Sometimes it seems like everyone forgets something..."