*Norah*
Sitting on the bed, braiding my hair, I listen as Julieta helps Diego recite his prayers. Calming him after his successful busting of the piñata has been a challenge, one Julieta has handled with incredible patience.
I will miss them, I will long for the moments when I am wrapped in the arms of a man who never seems to view my blindness as a shortcoming.
We danced. Never in my life has any man, not even my father, swept me onto a dance floor and guided my movements with his body's subtle directions: the nudge of a knee, the closing of his fingers around mine, his chest brushing against my breasts.
My n*****s tightened with the first stroke and sent desire coiling deep within me. I grow warm just remembering his breath quickening, not from the speed of our actions, but from the
