Interview segment where I chat about my latest music addictions, superpowers and future aspirations! Check out Part 1 and stay tuned for Part 2, coming soon!
Kentucky-born “psychedelic” rock band, My Morning Jacket had me mesmerized when I discovered the original demos from their debut album Tennessee Fire (1999) many years ago. The stripped down, acoustic songs captivated me with not only the rawness of the chords but the sincere lyricism about love, change and the process of maturing.
Jim James., Image courtesy of Google
Fronted by the emotive and eloquent, Jim James, the band has achieved much success in the indie music scene as well as securing mainstream notoriety with songs such as “Wordless Chorus,”(Z, 2006), “Just Because I Do”(At Dawn, 2001) and the heart-breakingly beautiful track, “Golden.” (It Still Moves, 2003).
Jim James., Image courtesy of Google
Regions of Light and Sound of God (2013), is the first solo album for Jim James, delivered in his signature vocal style (impressive, and sweet falsettos, followed by moments of vibrato so rich in texture that it pulsates your bones). The album addresses many topics ranging from holy devotion, and belief, to being aware of (and challenging) deceiving messages about life.
The songs flow together cohesively in a manner atypical of My Morning Jacket; the music is soaked in hipster obscurity (vocals that blend almost too seamlessly, that are accompanied by stirring melodies that significantly slow the heart rate) and casts a introspective mood from the first tune to the last. Also true to his style, James effectively uses lyrics to make social commentary
Regions of Light and Sound of God, Jim James., Image courtesy of Google
In the opening track, “State of Art (A.E.I.O.U)” he expresses frustration and weariness for the technological age, and reliance on various gadgets in order to communicate:
“I used the state of art technology/supposed to make for better living/are we better human beings/we’ve got our wires crossed/our tubes are all tied/and I’m straining to remember/what it’s like to be alive.”
There are some downsides to this 40 minute album: if you do not focus on the differences of every song, there is little way to distinguish one ballad from the next, and the record generally requires a few listens to grasp the concept. But aside from the blurriness, Jim James has succeeded in expressing his emotional and musical growth-and has presented a bewitching compilation that only cements him as a talented figure in the pop-indie scene.
***SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL! NSFW! DISCRETION ADVISED!***
Here is the much anticipated conclusion to my erotic short story “The Lounge”
Read parts 1-4 first!!!!
The Lounge: Finale (Part 5)
I woke to Christina glaring at me from the doorway.
“WAKE THE FUCK UP RAELENE! WE’RE LEAVING. NOW.”
I turned in a stupor, and saw Karen to my left, sans clothing. The perky breast that had her wife’s name on it was staring at me as I adjusted myself to reality.
“What? I …what time is…?”
Christina was absolutely enraged, “It’s six in the fucking morning. YOU left me out there for hours.”
“Christina. I thought…”
“Raelene if you’re not in the car in 1 minute, I’m leaving you.” Her furious stomping shook dust from the floorboards as she carried out her threat by going to her vehicle without me.
“Guess she’s leavin’ ya!” Karen was waking up slowly, but was still managing to joke about the situation, which I did not find so hilarious.
“I don’t want to leave.”
As I said this, I noticed I was rising despite my body’s admonitions. I scrawled my cellphone number on a paper found next to one of many golden keys strewn on the dresser. I went back to the bed and lay next to her once more. Her beautiful plumes of hair were disheveled and her bright blue eyes appeared tired.
Nestled between her soft hair and her earlobe, I sent out my message, “I want to see you again.”
“Izz dat right?” she slurred and gave a wistful smile.
“I do. I wrote my number so please call me.”
I turned for the entranceway before she could disappoint me by saying something I could not bear, like promises of her wife’s return. Although I was shocked by all the things I found out, I still wanted her. Our lovemaking had only cemented our connection.
But stone cold reality awaited me; the sun was up and especially brilliant but I felt nostalgic, lonely and weighed down by dread.
“Goddamn. I can’t BELIEVE YOU,” spat Christina when I slumped down into the seat of the car.
“Calm the fuck down. You were fine before I don’t understand why you’re flipping out.”
“What the fuck is this!? The Golden Girls? I don’t want to hear it. You spent all night screwing some old hag while I had to drink beer on the patio. Furthermore, my gas tank is on EMPTY. I’M TIRED…you know, I’m glad you had fun but you know this shit is fucked up.”
Her lip was curled with anger as she shifted the wheel and stepped on the gas; we sped toward my house as the sun came from the sea, illuminating everything in yellowed morning-light.
I hopped from her vehicle with a quickness when we arrived in front of my house, “I’m going to sleep. Thanks.”
“Yeah. You owe me like…40 dollars. I drove you around all fucking night.”
I tossed her a 20 to shut her up. “Do you think she’ll call me?”
Although Christina was fuming for no apparent reason, I still valued her opinion. I could still feel Karen’s lips on the sensitive part of my neck, it’d only been an hour and I already missed her…
“No. Dude. I already told you. She’s too old. SHE’S MARRIED. If you fucked her it was a one night stand…and even if you didn’t…it’s still not going to happen.” The smell of burning rubber punctuated her sentence as she peeled out of my neighborhood with Tegan and Sara blaring from the car speakers.
Once inside the house, I slipped into bed and slipped into a fitful sleep that I came out of 8 hours later.
Hung-over and half-sick, I reached for my cellphone.“I’ve been thinking of you all day…every time I think of your face baby, I smile. Call me! -Karen”
I am still here everyone! New semester at the ole’ university, reading a lot, writing a whole lot more…
Updates soon! (Promise)
The conclusion of my short story, “The Lounge” is coming soon! If you haven’t read parts 1-4, here they are:
***SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL! NSFW! DISCRETION ADVISED!***
I heard Karen calling in the distance.
“Listen Christina, you better get your ass sober and take us home or…or…else!” I vehemently threatened her.
“Look. Raelene.” Christina stared at me with green eyes glistening in fury. “YOU are the one who got us in the situation, okay. Don’t be a bitch. I’m drinking…but I will sober up in an few hours but until then, you better deal with it. Go deal with the girl you wanted so badly.” She spat and walked away toward the kitchen. My blood felt like it had transformed into hot poison as it coiled wildly through my body. My head felt like it would implode from anger.
Karen came up from behind me and put her strong tan arms around my body; she smelled of chlorine and I melted at her touch. “Rae…” The violent rage I had felt just seconds before started to dissipate.
She kissed me behind ear, right on the sensitive part of my neck. “Don’t be mad at me.” she whispered. “Let’s go dry off and have another beer, k? You a’ight?” she asked gently.
“Yeah, yeah alright, I’m cool. It’s just you’re married…you’re wife…I…”
“Don’t worry, okay. I wouldn’t hurt ya. Everything is okay. She ain’t here and ain’t comin'” Karen reassured me with firmness as she took my hand and led me back to the wood-paneled side bedroom.
She plopped down on the bed, watching me from her perch. I surveyed the contents of the cramped bedroom: books strewn all over, random gold keys on the dresser and wooden table, unopened mail that had been delivered to her address first class.
“Watchu doin’, come lay down with me.” She smiled boldly.
I obliged. I sunk into the soft mattress on the queen sized bed and found myself wrapped in her arms once more. I was not nervous and did not expecting anything. “So, I…” the words were barely out of my mouth, when Karen gently grabbed my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. Her lips worked mine open, forcefully, within seconds her tongue was in my mouth. I did not relent but passionately responded to the gesture. A subdued moan issued from my throat as she began to manipulate my hair away from my face and gain dominion over my body; in a swift motion she rearranged her lean figure on top of me and urged me to lie beneath her. The weight of her body pressed into my form mixed with the sexual aggressive move only intensified our kisses. I did not know what was about happen; my mind had gone blank with lust. Suddenly she drew back from our embrace, straddling me as she unclasped her bra. I gazed up at her, emotionless, and I considered her body. Her breasts were small and perky. “JILL” was tattooed over the left one.
That must be her wife’s name. I thought.
Her body was completely youthful and impeccable, appeared to be not a day over 25. She had a 50 year olds’ face and 25 year olds’ body.
She leaned back over me; her left breast was above my face. With one hand Karen cradled the back of my head and forced my face upward, my closed mouth made contact with her pink nipple.
“Suck on it, come on.” She instructed me and I complied. Her nipple was hard but the surrounding skin was soft and supple on the tip of my tongue. Her moans were deep and agonized as she rubbed her hand between my legs. I reacted to the touch; the pressure caused a chill to race throughout my body.
“Oh my god…” I whispered in anticipation.
“Yeah? Suck on the other one.”
I put my mouth on her other nipple, as she simultaneously took her touch from the outside of my panties to the inside and made contact with my vagina. Everything was happening so fast. She had my legs pinned open and my pussy lips were parted, allowing her exploratory access.
I did not have to ask.
Two fingers went deep inside of my wet cunt which involuntarily tightened on contact. Karen was working around the hollow space with surprising skill: it felt better than a penis or a sex toy.
“…Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!” my head sunk deeper into the bed pillows, as she cradled my arching back and continued to finger fuck me with the other hand.
“Like that baby? Come on. Come on.”
Only a minute had passed before I felt the first signs of an orgasm spread over my body. Each of my senses was on fire and my mind was blank as she fucked me. Seconds elapsed. She was grabbing my back and digging into it as I came: my body rocked back and forth and the sensation pounded through me with such agonizing intensity that I could not even scream.
I collapsed immediately after the initial peak had subsided. My cunt felt like a ruptured bulb. I was dripping wet and too sensitive to be touched anymore.
I knew it was my turn and allowed her to ease me into performing the action. She did not say a word and did not have too. I watched her remove her panties and reveal her perfect cunt: I was mesmerized. It looked like an untouched rose: absolutely flawless and hairless. Not what I had expected.
Straddling me, she inched her body closer to my face. My head rested between her open legs and I watched in silence, only closing my eyes when her pussy made contact with my lips and I opened my mouth to please her. The taste was familiar and I greedily worked my tongue into the wet space. Karen responded graciously, by rocking her hips in a rhythmic motion over my face, making my tongue roll over her clit and back down over and over again.
I put my hands on her ass, it was small and soft, her skin felt like silk.
She was completely youthful and pure like a model that was insured for millions of dollars and had not let their skin experience the environmental abuse of daily life.
Enjoying her pussy, I closed my eyes and let her ravage me. She moved my hands from her tiny waist, pinning them above my head and held them down as she rode my face. Her screams were becoming louder with each passing moment and I knew it would be over soon.
Her thighs tightened their grip around my head. There was a long pause and she held her pussy down over my face and stopped moving, but her entire body was contracted in pleasure. A shrill squeak pierced the air before she rolled off of me and collapsed seconds later.
We do not say a word to each other for 10 minutes. I stared at the ceiling as my breathing slowly returned to normal.
“Ya know what?” She broke the silence.
“You’re so sexy…you have a great ass. And nice tits. They’re nearly perfect.” She laughed and turned to look at me.
I scoff, “Nearly?”
I was offended. “Uh, why nearly?”
“Well…well because nothin’s perfect.”
“Oh my goodniss girl, what’s with ya friend?” Karen’s eyes were sparkling in the room light. She was leaning in real close and I could smell her skin: men’s pine body wash and a woman’s perfume that I could not name.
“It’s nothing, I don’t know. Maybe we should just go for a swim…”
“Alright ‘den.” She stood up and pulled the cotton tank top over her head, then unpeeled the jeans from her legs; I stood and watched, completely transfixed. She wore boxers and a bra. She was thin and beautiful.
I then began to disrobe and she watched me, finally everything was off except for my bra and lacy black panties. We walked outside into the cool air and rushed to dip our toes into the aquamarine water. Christina was sitting by the bar, looking surly. “Coming in?” I yelled over to her.
“No. I just wanted you guys to come out here. I don’t want to swim, just tell me where the beer is.”
“In the fridge inside, you ‘ken go in iff ya want.” Karen told Christina, unaffected by her gruffness.
When Christina disappeared into the kitchen for libation, Karen took my hand into hers and led me down the steps of the pool. The water was subzero.
Suddenly, she let go of my hand and broke away then submerged herself completely into the water and came up like a graceful mermaid, “Come on! Get in here!” she teased.
“Nope. Too cold.”
“I’mma give ya a piggy back ride! Can’t do dat if ya all the way over there!” she exclaimed before disappearing beneath the water again. I tentatively immersed myself, a wave of water covered over my golden brown skin.
“UGH! KAREN!!! IT’S FREEZING IN HERE!”
She was back up and ogling me as she bobbed above the water.
“Come ‘ere den.”
I silently doggy paddled closer to her and she took me into her arms; she wrapped them around me and at once we were facing each other.
“Well this is nice” Karen chuckled to herself.
Our skin was slick against one another. Two seals in the moonlight.
“So you live here in this big house by yourself? Pfft. Lucky. I wish I could live on my own.” I explained.
Her mood seemed to darken; a veil of secrecy went over her blue eyes.
“Iss nothin’. I don’t live here alone. Well, I kinda do, but I didn’t always. Dat’s not what the lease says.” She looked troubled but managed to eke out a small, unconvincing laugh.
“Then who lives here?” A surge of fear raced through me and stabbed at my heart; my mind immediately filled with visions of murderous step-sons or reclusive uncles that thirsted for blood, especially if it came from young women.
“YOU’RE WIFE?” My stomach felt like it was trying to come out of my ass, “YOU’RE MARRIED!!?!”
“HAW HAW HAW calm down, youngin’. I’m married. I’m married. Been married a long time but I mean do you really wanna sit here and talk about my wife right now? I got you here, you got me here, das all dat matters right now.”
I continued on despite myself, “What!!?! Where is she?”
“You kind of failed to mention this back at the bar.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes so hard I thought I would black out from the sheer act of it. We were still clinging to each other in a tight embrace as we bobbed along in the water. I could faintly hear TV programs changing in rapid succession: I had failed to see Christina come back outside and reposition herself at the bar. She was on her 80th Marlboro of the night and was calmly flicking through channels while I was busy playing mistress to a 47 year old woman.
“Oh my goodness. Does she know…like…that I’m here?” I did not know what I wanted to know. The situation was pretty obvious but I felt she needed to explain it nonetheless.
“Naw…she…she don’t know. Why do ya care anyway? I told ja, don’t worry ‘bout it.”
“Uh, I told you that I don’t want to be murdered tonight. What’s she going to say when she comes out here and finds us in the pool together, half naked and drunk?”
“HAW HAW HAW HAW”
Apparently my concern was comical. A thrill of irritation surged through me.
With a forceful shimmy, she knew to let me out of her embrace. I floated freely on my back before propping myself up on my feet, “I’m cold. I’m going to get out.”
I mounted the stair case of the pool with full intent to grab my belongings and run for the mountains. When I turned back to look at her, I saw she was doing laps. I pulled a towel around myself and walked up to Christina, “Dude. She’s married. Let’s go.”
“Shesss swat?” Slurred my best friend.
“MARRIED!!! AND you’re drunk! We have to go” I exclaimed in an urgent whisper.
“Nott chett…I can’t drive…”
Her eyes were glassy and she took another sip from the Bud Light can in her left hand. I wanted to slap it out of her grip and then punch her in the face. “I can’t believe this. You were supposed to drive us away from this mess if it turned out to be shady! I cannot drive stick, Christina! FUCK!”
“I will. I will. Raelene. Lemme finisshh this beer and have sssum cigarettesss ‘n I’ll…I’ll drive…”
I knew I was too intoxicated to drive away from Karen the Married Woman; and even if I were not, manual transmission was just as foreign to me as the reason why I went home with a stranger from the gay bar in the first place.
The sky had on a navy blue tuxedo with accents of white; it gazed at us as we followed behind Karen’s 2002 Jeep Wrangler. It was only 10 minutes to her house from the Triangle Lounge. We pulled up to the side of her place and parked, “Listen Rae, let’s just check it out and leave in a few hours.” Christina’s green eyes were glistening with a mix of fear and concern.
“Maybe you should have a few beers and you wouldn’t be such a bitch.” I quipped back, mocking her for her attitude towards me just four hours previous.
Her response was a stony glare.
I continued, “Apparently the tables have turned huh? No, but really, don’t worry about it, we’re fine, alright?” I was trying to be tough even though I was nervous too.
Karen led us to the front door and disengaged the lock with a gold key, “Here we are! Come in, make yourself comfortable!”
Her home was cozy, suburban and well lit, the color scheme of the place was green and white; there were two elaborate woven rugs on the wooden floor and lining the walls were various picture frames that held watercolor paintings of fish.. My pepper spray was hiding in the left cup of my bra; I was trying to relax about my frivolous and spontaneous decision to go home with a stranger whose last name was unknown to me.
“Want a beer, girls? We can go out by the pool and have a swim. Got a patio and a TV out there, you can sit ‘en smoke…” Karen broke away to the kitchen and returned with three Bud Light cans.
“Alright cool.” Christina took initiative to start moving toward the pool area, her bedazzled jeans caught the lamp light in the room and glinted. We followed close behind her and went through the sliding door that led to an immense turquoise pool flanked by reclining lounge chairs near a wrap-around bar. There was a small television affixed to the wall of the bar.
Karen and I stood by the perimeter of the water and stared into the hypnotizing pool lights while Christina stationed herself bar side with her beer and cigarettes. The dull murmur of a television program filled the air seconds after she lifted the remote toward the set.
I turned to address Karen, “So when are you planning to kill me?” I was drunk and feeling audacious.
“HAW HAW HAW HAW! Come on now! You really think I’d do something crazy to you?” Karen stared at the side of my face before continuing, leaving no time for me to formulate a snarky reply, “I wouldn’t hurt you okay?” Her tone was adamant but gentle. My shoulders relaxed a little as I watched her take a pack of Menthol Pall Mall’s from her back pocket, remove one and light it; she ran her other hand through her hair from the crown and it fell back in luscious waves. “Wanna get in the pool?”
I had on combat boots and stockings and a skirt.
“I can’t get in with all this on!”
“Well come on take it off!” she teased and punched me in the arm, playfully.
I removed my boots and my socks and stood there with my skirt and black nylons on.
“Wanna to take those off?” Karen inquired.
I said yes but found myself frozen in place from a sudden wave of shyness.
“Well let’s go in the room real quick, I can help you take them off.”
I said okay very obediently and was led back through the sliding door, to a side bedroom that was kind of dark with wood paneled walls and a sufficient amount of clutter. There was also a floral couch and a big, soft looking double bed; we sat very close to each other on the sofa and there was ambient yellow light illuminating us from above. I do not recall what we were saying but suddenly we were quiet and Karen was looking deeply into my eyes.
All of my fear seemed to have vanished: I had surrendered myself to the flow of the moment. Karen smiled at my mouth and then her gaze traveled back to my eyes. I was feeling tranquil and had just begun to think of a shade of blue that could adequately describe the color of her irises, when she kissed me.
My eyelids fluttered shut when our lips made contact. I could not have formed a thought even if I wanted to; a chill of pleasure raced from my spine to the back of my ears and buzzed momentarily in my skull.
She smelled like cigarettes and beer but not in a gross way but in a cool, sophisticated adult way. The same scent you detect when you are a small child hugging the grown-ups at a party as they leave the house when the festivities come to a close: cold leather, smoke and liquor… Her kiss was hollow on my kiss and was becoming increasingly passionate, our lips were firmly pressed together and she started to explore my mouth with her tongue, sending a wild jolt of lust through my body that eventually settled in my groin.
There was the sound of footsteps at a distance, coming toward doorway to the hidden room. We ignored it. I was blindly wrapping my hands through her hair as she was taking her kiss to the sensitive spot on my neck…that was when Christina announced herself, “Uh, hello! What the hell? Is there anymore beer? Are you guys going to come out and swim or what?” she spat, before stomping off in a brazen show of fury.
Hello everyone! This is Part 1 of a fictional short story that I wrote and thought I would share it with those of you that enjoy tales of scandalous romances and things of that nature. I hope you enjoy it! I will be posting the other sections daily.
“Are we going out tonight?”
I turned to consider my best friend as she analyzed her reflection in the mirror and made her lips a bright cherry red with a tube of lipstick. I was lying in her twin-sized bed in a stupor from Friday’s drunken fiasco.
“You must be kidding, Christina, I’m not going out again. I can’t stand being in the bars with guys dancing on me. I’m hung over as hell.” I retorted. My sour stomach churned in protest. “I’m in abject agony.”
“Stop it silly. We’ll go to the gay bar tonight. I’ve wanted to check it for a while and see the vibe and you might meet someone cute. I’ll be your wing man for the night.”
“Downtown. Portland. I think it’s called Triangle Lounge.”
“How classy. Why don’t they just go ahead and name it the Taco Shop and make it more obvious?”
“Come do you hair girl, we’re leaving in thirty.” Christina fluffed her blonde wavy hair before turning to slip on pair of bejeweled Miss Me’s that were strewn across the bedroom floor.
“Two hours tops. I’m not kidding, Chris.”
“Hair of the dog, Raelene, I’ll buy you a couple drinks to take the edge off your hangover and we’ll have a girl on you in no time so you’ll stop being such a bitch.”
The warm, cheap vodka stung the back of my throat and stung the hairs in my nostrils as I choked down each sip of liquid poison from the silver flask I had snuck into the club. Triangle Lounge smelled like old beer, the lights were dim and there were women in every direction, I scanned the room for a male face, if I found one I was certain he would look as uncomfortable as I felt.
“Come outside when you’re done.” Christina yelled into my ear before breaking away to the outdoor smoke lounge, leaving me standing up against the wall. It had only been 30 minutes and I was still not in the mood. I wanted to leave. I gazed toward the bar; PBR was on tap for a dollar until 11:30 p.m..
“Maybe I should just get fucked up” I said to myself and folded my arms over my chest.
When I turned my head back to the right that is when I saw her.
The one with the long legs and masculine movements and Janis Joplin swag. Janis Joplin dripping from every pore. I could see she was slightly weathered and older looking even from afar, but had beautiful brown wavy hair that came from her scalp in luscious plumes and stopped just past her tan shoulders. She had to be around 45. Frozen and staring at her, I must have sent vibrations across the 30 foot expansion that separated us from one another. She looked toward me. Eyes locked. “I looked at you, you looked at me…” The music was blaring and there were girls everywhere, I felt intoxicated and disoriented but new I looked like a beautiful doll with my leather mini skirt on, big, fake eyelashes and red mouth. My head of brown ringlet curls silhouetted my face in a sexy poof. “Be confident! Just walk past her and go outside.” As I began to move it felt like my heart was trying to escape my ribcage. I could not even breathe. I walked past her and she followed my eyes the entire way until I disappeared to the outdoor patio.
Christina was at a table near the back sucking the life from a Marlboro Red. My back was turned away from the entrance to the lounge. I started explaining to her about the dream girl that had locked eyes with me.
“She looks about 45? Damn! I know you like older women but you’re pushing it don’t you think? You’re 23 she’s not going to go for that. She’s going to think you’re too young. I’m straight and I can say there are a lot of cute girls in here that are our age, so go talk to one of them, dude.” As soon as the words left her mouth the woman suddenly appeared to the side of me. A circuit of stabbing shock raced through my feet to the top of my head. She was leaning in close to me but was gazing at Christina; I quickly looked her over and was mesmerized by how young her body was despite her aging face. She was lean and beautiful in blue jeans and a cut off grey t-shirt that said ‘LGBT UNIVERSITY CLASS OF ’69.’
“Hey, girls” She had a lazy, Southern drawl. “How are you doing tonight?”
I kicked Christina under the table. That’s her, that’s the woman! My eyes were trying to tell her.
“Why did you just kick me?” Christina spat the words at me.
The woman put her beautiful, sparkling blue eyes on me and smiled and then laughed and told me her name was Karen and asked if I would like a beer. In the light, I found her roughness to be startling but her movements were incredibly confident and sexy. There was a tribal style tattoo right in the middle of her lean bicep.
“Sure. Yes” I manage to croak out the two words and I was quickly led away from Christina and ushered into the bustling night club. Time started to move faster as we guzzled a Bud Light before she pulled me to the dance floor, next thing I knew, my head was on her shoulder and she was holding me in her arms as we twisted and swayed to the country music.
“You’re beautiful. I saw you across the bar, and I was like is that young girl looking at me? No way!” she issued a deep, satisfied belly laugh: haw haw haw haw haw.
“I was.” The liquor in my system was making me more confident. “I’m young, but I know what I like when I see it.”
“Is that right? Well how young we talkin’?”
“23.” I replied and put my head back on her shoulder. I was spinning and we were spinning and her body was soft and I was actually touching her. This reality, I could not believe.
“Hmm. Well I’m 47.”
I lifted my head to offer a smile in reply and stared into her eyes, “You remind me of Janis Joplin”
“Whatchu know ‘bout Janis Joplin?” she asks.
“I know you resemble her and you move like her and you talk like her.”
Karen laughed. “You’re cute; you should come over to my place for a swim. You can bring your friend and we can hang out ‘n have a few beers.”
It was midnight and even though she had me transfixed, I did not know this mysterious woman and I was trying to avoid getting murdered. I told her that Christina probably did not want to swim.
“Ask her then!” Karen persisted, smiling broadly.
“I’ll text her I guess.”
DUDE. She invited us to her place to chill out and have beer and go swimming. LETS GO. I NEED YOU TO DO THIS FOR ME.
Within 30 seconds my phone alerted me of Christina’s responding text message. No. She’s old and creepy. She could kill us.
I HAVE MACE AND IT WILL BE FINE IF YOU DO THIS WITH ME. WE’LL LEAVE IMMEDIATELY IF IT’S SHADY. I WANT TO TALK TO HER. PLEASE CHRISTINA.
She replied quickly. YOU OWE ME YOUR FIRST BORN FOR THIS ONE RAELENE.
Ten minutes later, the three of us went out into the night.