Neighbor’s Wife Afternoon Delight

My fingers slide between her cheeks, stopping for a moment to graze her rim, before creeping to her oozing womanhood. Blacked I am a man, goddamn it! I see the line that draws her mind to my own. I see the gears in her mind start up, the incantation she’s concocting to send a concussion blasting through my skull. I shift myself backward and push Ally’s ass up. One day, when we were eleven, a drunk BMW driver almost hit me. My pills were sitting idly on my dresser right now, and my shock therapy session was due tomorrow. The strap of her bra is tight around the soft flesh of her back. The barrel of the gun stared into my right eye, unwavering in its regard for me. I manage to secure both her wrists in one palm, and then briskly rope them together with Jake’s leather belt. “I’ll stop if you want me to.” I smile, knowing the lines of her mind, “I’ll pull out, untie you, and we can pretend it never happened. “Trish,” Ally whispers, “you need to just…bathe in Jake’s purer brain for a while. And Patricia is closer to me than Ally ever will be, because Patricia is me. CHAPTER TWO: CIRCUS CIRCUS
The wardrobe opened to a well-lit hallway. “Please,” she begs, her eyebrows raising in her sorrowful plea, “Trish, don’t do this to me.”
I just smile back, and lower my face between her spread cheeks. I grin down at her, and once again, part the soft, pale cheeks that are making Jake hard as a rock.