Gillian fell asleep while Rye was massaging her back lightly. They laid in bed facing each other. He was comforting her. He didn't demand instant gratification. He was looking out for her alone and not for himself.
'What a considerate man!' She thought before her mind was transported to dreamland.
Gillian found herself dreaming about Rye and Ginny. She saw them talking to each other again. This time though, they were laughing out loud. The other people behind t
After talking to Madam Hess on the phone, Gillian ran downstairs. She wanted to ask Rye's help. Her mother was in imminent danger. She was in mid-stairway when she remembered the elevator but she heard the voices. She got curious so she slowed down."I got a crush on you the first time I saw you. And the more I saw you, the more I like you. Why don't you believe that I love you!" Ginny said softly. Her voice was laced with desperation.The male voice was muffle
Gillian's heart went to her throat but her resolve to save Ginny from danger was the first priority in her mind. She followed the shadow silently. She had no weapon but a small vase she picked up on a corner table.She leaned on the wall to make herself invisible as much as possible when the shadow paused outside the door.He knocked at the door very softly. He took a step backwards when the door opened slowly.
Madam Hess went inside the room silently. She had a bath and pampered herself with fragrant powder all over. Now, she was like a walking flowery garden.Her short hair was primped and her face made up. Her beady eyes had kohl and her large lips were painted red. Her saggy cheeks looked tight because of a cheap face lift. The would-be doctor who performed the operation told her to come back every six months.Madam Hess paused at the door of the bathroom and made
Rye's cellphone pinged. He had no chance to correct Gillian. They did not have sex. They made love. They made beautiful love. But he knew that he had to finish the ugliness in her life before she saw the beauty...It was a text from Sam.'unused quarter #5?'Sam prepared one of the
After their crying bout, they slept while holding each other. No one noticed that Rye carried Gillian to the bed and he laid down beside her. Both were deep in misery.When Rye opened his eyes, he remembered the incident.'I can walk,' he thought exaltedly. He recalled the occurrence the other day. He walked absently, by the pool towards the wheelchair.Rye separated from Gillian slowly, careful not to wake her. He flexed his legs and feet, massaging his knees.'I must walk! I need to walk,' he repeated to himself. He watched his feet.By sheer willpower, he moved his feet on their own. He managed to jerk his feet and felt little cramps. He kneaded his knees and legs. He rubbed and pinched them. He felt a twinge of pain when his fingers squeezed the muscles. He pounded and pummeled forcefully.'For Gillian, I need to walk!'* * *When Gillian opened her eyes, it was late afternoon. She slept for hours!She scrambled to get up and crawled on the bed. Rye was nowhere.'Rye?' she
The incident at the seedy old hotel in a sleepy town at the foot of Sierra Madre became quite a big news. The story was of national interest, even of global awareness. Sex and drugs were two hottest items in broadcasting networks, especially in social media platforms. Everyone wanted to ride the wagon of popularity, even though it was bad publicity.Two days after, Toledo and his men said their goodbyes. Rye thanked them all and gave a big bonus for a job well done.
Gillian acted as though everything was normal but inside she was bleeding. She didn't know if she had a heart but she felt she was dying."May I ask a favor?" she asked brightly."What favor?" Rye was curt. Gillian almost lost courage."I'd like to ask Sam's help--""Sam is busy. Ask me." Rye declined coldly.Gillian gulped down her disappointment. "Um, it doesn't matter," she replied faintly. She drunk her cold coffee. It was bitter.Rye sighed deeply.Gillian heard him and looked at him furtively. He was watching her. She glanced away hurriedly."I'm available, Gillian," he stated softly. "I have nothing to do."She sucked her lips before exhaling air uncertainly. "I... I have to go to town. Um, I'll close the massage parlor for good." This was the first thing that came to her mind when she woke up today."The authorities closed it down already," Rye uttered flatly."Oh..." Gillian didn't expect that."What is your concern with the place?" he asked curiously."It was mine but I guess
After the intense coupling, Rye pulled out of the shuddering body of Gillian. He was breathing harshly. His spent sex was shaking along with his legs and hands from the physical exertion.Gillian was sobbing silently. Her cheek was buried in the bed cover that her fingers clutched. She was lying face down. Her rounded hips went down slowly. Her trembling legs were still opened wide. The marks of his fingers were imprinted on the smooth skin of the inner thighs.