The orange dildo in my fist wriggles
when I bang on the suite door. I doubt the partygoers can hear me over the
noise inside. Through the wall I hear the kind of delighted scream a woman
might give if some hot guy reached up her skirt and found what he wanted. –Minotaur
Reggie
sits in the middle of the couch, her short navy dress punctuating the riotous
patterns of the upholstery. She crosses her legs and fishes in her huge red
purse for her iPad. The whiff of golden mist floating around her doesn't
surprise me. I see it on all my clients.
–Midas
After
the pits, I shave my legs. Running the blade over my thighs makes me think of Jerry
gripping his beer bottle. His grimy nails are blunt as the teeth in his easy
smile. To touch my own skin and imagine how a man will enjoy the smoothness
feels odd and sinful. In the narrow bed of my convent cell, I forced my hands
to stay above my waist. –Cassandra
My
headache went away in a day. I quit taking pain pills the next. The nurse
insisted I stay in bed. Joy agreed. They were wrong, but I couldn't argue with
the look in Joy's eyes. –Morpheus
I
touch his arm to reassure him I meant what I said. I get in the cab. Devon
settles beside me and gives the umbrella back to the young man. We drive off. I
put my hand between Devon's knees and think of the thick hair on his bear-man
legs. –Circe
Am I bragging, to hold these passages
up as examples of how to say a lot with a few words? Possibly.
With the publication of Morpheus
on September 15 and Circe on
September 30, the series will be done. I think I've met my goal pretty
well. From the comments I've been
getting, readers agree.
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