She took her heels off and padded down the wet pavement. “You’re sitting here, a divorced 40 year old, drinking your beers, looking this girl who lives in your house and dresses like this, and stewing over all the awful things you’d do if only you had the guts.” She laughed harshly. XXX She rolled over and willed her body to fall asleep before she gave into the overwhelming urge to touch herself. She saw the shape of his pink lips, smelled the beer on his breath, heard the rapid thump of blood in his chest. It burned where he had gripped her. Her father, forever, wanted to take this time to impart some life lessons. And when was it she had gotten this wet? ***
Seven hours later, Dani stumbled out of the taxi at the bottom of her own road. Get the hell down here!”
“Fucking hell, I’ll be there in a minute!” she shot back,
