Every Step Of The Way
Amber entered the courtly shuttered Georgian, her tiny, lustrous blue eyes on the cherry-wood parquet floor her sandals slid across, lilac, and some other, thicker sweeter scent she did not recognize tickling her button nose, a distant sound she could not place cutting the quiet of the tight hallway then bamboo kitchen she stepped through, and to, as she had been instructed, the back of the house. The lanky blonde had come to this brick house on this eastern turn, this fabled place in Jefferson Parish where particular desires could be bought (although no one ever dared speak aloud which ones) aching for this night ever since she had heard rumors of this place her freshman year of college. As the twenty-two-year-old made the lip of the back porch, far right off the ki
