A Phone Call
Kitchen floor scrubbed, I hear my cell phone. Off my hands and knees I scramble to answer. The phone alights with Becky’s name.
Through all the pain and trauma resulting from her conniving and deceit, I have avoided her. I am both angry and bewildered... explicit photos snapped, anonymously sent to my boss. But my rage is tempered with thoughts of her beauty... more pruriently of her taste.... and the quirky delight in ‘performing’ for her. Then such are muddled... her naked chastised stepbrother sucking my c**k!
The emotions wildly oscillate in simply seeing her name on my phone. I let the call go to voice mail.
I shower, tenderly swabbing my excoriated skin, somewhat terrified in thinking that there will be a repeat of Wednesday’s therapy in four days. In exiting, I dry
