The Many Hands Inside the Mountain
Whatever guilt Zach Reynolds felt as Tamara Porter’s warm, naked flesh slid against his disintegrated when he opened his eyes to his ramshackle bedroom. Tamara kissed and caressed all his cautions away, but his dingy room behind the auto garage — left to him by his father — reminded him of what justified all they did behind Katrina Van Bollin’s back. Grasping Tamara’s waist, he pulled her heat tight to his, and released his body to the rhythms of pleasure. Neither spoke. The time for talk lay well behind them, and after this last secret tryst, each would have their heart’s deepest desire.
Later, sweat drying on their skin and the setting sun impelling golden bars through the blinds, Zach slid from the sheets and assembled his Halloween costume. Tamara f
