Taking It
“I arrayed my Tuscan tabac eye shadow and my Amalfi sunrise overblush and the long blue Princess Borghese eye accent pencil, and touched up my face, working carefully, thinking about Stu and the way he would feel me all over, inside and out, and it was like I was the clothes and he was the human, trying me on for size. I kept screwing up, one eye looking like Elizabeth Taylor in Cleopatra.
I put my hand into my ballet slippers, and there it was, the blue frog with its fake eyes. In real life the... hunters kill the frogs, dry the skins, and season their arrowheads with the frog powder.
Right now Mother and Adler were probably in a rented car, air-conditioned, although they probably didn’t need it. They would be arriving late at the hotel, probably, their room waiting, with maybe an ice bucket of Mother’s favorite champagne, Mumm, the French kind, not the kind from Napa.
It was night, and there were trees.
Stu put his hand on my breast, and his touch was warm. I turned away, though. We were done, and I didn’t want him touching me anymore.MoreLess
I put my hand into my ballet slippers, and there it was, the blue frog with its fake eyes. In real life the... hunters kill the frogs, dry the skins, and season their arrowheads with the frog powder.
Right now Mother and Adler were probably in a rented car, air-conditioned, although they probably didn’t need it. They would be arriving late at the hotel, probably, their room waiting, with maybe an ice bucket of Mother’s favorite champagne, Mumm, the French kind, not the kind from Napa.
It was night, and there were trees.
Stu put his hand on my breast, and his touch was warm. I turned away, though. We were done, and I didn’t want him touching me anymore.MoreLess
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