Click cover to enlarge it
All I could smell was Frank’s liquored breath. All I could feel was his callused, rough hands making my skin buck. It was awful. I pulled at the waistband of my long-legged silk pajamas to make sure they were still snug. Keeping them on was part of the bargain and so was the tightly buttoned top that I’d fastened at the neck with a safety pin just to be sure.
Frank kissed a wet spot in the hollow under my chin and I pushed my face against the pillow and closed my eyes. I wanted to vomit. I wanted to cry. Then I thought of the car. Yes, I could try to forget Frank and think of the car — the pretty little powder blue coupe he’d promised to buy for me if I agreed to let him maul me through a layer of silk pajamas for a night. I felt his fingers touch one of my knees and slowly edge upward. Even through the sheer material I could feel the indentation he was making in my tan skin. It was as if the fingers were melting me, scarring my body for life. Quickly I clamped my thighs tight and shook my head.
“You said we’d just hug!” I swallowed to push away another wave of nausea. “You promised, Frank.”
I looked at his short, cruel face covered with a grey stubble — the bad teeth, the crooked eyes. Oh God, I wanted to die.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.