Tiny gets me all kinds of books. I read about King Arthur. He from Camelot. So is his knights. Kind-of think it’s where the good white people come from. Your people are from there I’m willin’
to wager. You probably don’t even know it.”
Silvio rubbed his brow at her logic. One minute she was wise and mysterious. The next she was like a child. She grinned. Her face loomed in close, her wide eyes blinking for a response. “No, doll, not from that place.
My Pa is a miner in Hollow Creek and Ma dead and buried after childbirth. I’m from two counties west of here. That’s all.”
“But we all from somewhere, Sil. Somewhere is the beginnin’. This here is just middle stuff?”
“Is that so? Then where you from?”
“Africa, silly! Lone Wolf said he knows my tribe. I might go back one day to see them too when I become rich or famous like Lady Joyce. My ma and her Magic Man are there too. I think.”
“You’re the strangest girl I’ve ever met.”
“We should get dressed. There are times when they come in to check on me. You can’t stay here. Gotta hide you.”
Silvio rolled on top of her pushing her thighs apart with his, her sticky center rubbing his pelvis, his penis growing harder by the minute.
“You make it bad for me, doll. Its hard to want to leave.”
“Me?”
“Any other girl in here?” he chuckled.
“You just sayin’ that cause we done the pokie.”
“I got news for you. I say what I mean. You different, see. And I like that. I’m different too.”
“How you different?” Della frowned.
“I’ma be big one day. Real big. Got plans, see… and when I do, I’m coming for you. I figure I need a girl like you. Gonna take you with me.”
Della laughed. She pushed at his shoulders and laughed. Silvio didn’t welcome laughter. It stung. She was a colored girl in a carnival.
Here he was making an offer after just meeting her, an offer that he ain’t made to no woman. Then here goes this one having a laugh at it. “I mean it. See that five dollars I gave you. That’s the beginning, doll. I told you before. Don’t laugh at me. I don’t like it!” he grabbed her throat. Not hard, but to emphasize his point. He was a man and not a boy. She should show him some respect.
“What you gon’ do with a colored?” she asked, not the least bothered by the way his fingers circled her neck. In fact, the light of fearlessness in her eyes unnerved him. She mocked him with her smirk.
“What you think? I’ma go with you and your people gonna welcome me in? We gonna have a bunch of yella babies and…”
“When I become a legend, so will you.” He released her throat to stroke the side of her face for forgiveness. “What I do and where I go, it won’t matter. Never will.”
“But what them important people you work for think? A colored girl in tow? Think they respect you then?”
He hesitated. She had a point. Since when did he want any girl, especially one that would just bring him scorn? The truth was he didn’t know where the promises came from, certainly not his head. Then where?
Della shrugged it off as if bored with the topic. But he could tell his silence hurt her feelings. Maybe part of her wanted to be convinced that this wasn’t just some roll he gave her for pay. “You different is all. I never met anyone like you,” he said.
“Get dressed we...” She tried to rise. Silvio pulled her back down.
He was on her again. Her nervous laughter impinged his already foggy brain. He ignored it when she parted her thighs to receive him. He got in her smoothly this time, her body now accommodating. He preferred to continue the rest of the conversation inside her. He liked the way her eyes fluttered and how she bit down on her bottom lip when he thrust deep and withdrew slow. He gave her long strokes to prolong the pleasure, and his access to the ways she stimulated every fiber in him, groaning her name—
her stage name, Buttercup.
With thirsty lips Silvio kissed away
to wager. You probably don’t even know it.”
Silvio rubbed his brow at her logic. One minute she was wise and mysterious. The next she was like a child. She grinned. Her face loomed in close, her wide eyes blinking for a response. “No, doll, not from that place.
My Pa is a miner in Hollow Creek and Ma dead and buried after childbirth. I’m from two counties west of here. That’s all.”
“But we all from somewhere, Sil. Somewhere is the beginnin’. This here is just middle stuff?”
“Is that so? Then where you from?”
“Africa, silly! Lone Wolf said he knows my tribe. I might go back one day to see them too when I become rich or famous like Lady Joyce. My ma and her Magic Man are there too. I think.”
“You’re the strangest girl I’ve ever met.”
“We should get dressed. There are times when they come in to check on me. You can’t stay here. Gotta hide you.”
Silvio rolled on top of her pushing her thighs apart with his, her sticky center rubbing his pelvis, his penis growing harder by the minute.
“You make it bad for me, doll. Its hard to want to leave.”
“Me?”
“Any other girl in here?” he chuckled.
“You just sayin’ that cause we done the pokie.”
“I got news for you. I say what I mean. You different, see. And I like that. I’m different too.”
“How you different?” Della frowned.
“I’ma be big one day. Real big. Got plans, see… and when I do, I’m coming for you. I figure I need a girl like you. Gonna take you with me.”
Della laughed. She pushed at his shoulders and laughed. Silvio didn’t welcome laughter. It stung. She was a colored girl in a carnival.
Here he was making an offer after just meeting her, an offer that he ain’t made to no woman. Then here goes this one having a laugh at it. “I mean it. See that five dollars I gave you. That’s the beginning, doll. I told you before. Don’t laugh at me. I don’t like it!” he grabbed her throat. Not hard, but to emphasize his point. He was a man and not a boy. She should show him some respect.
“What you gon’ do with a colored?” she asked, not the least bothered by the way his fingers circled her neck. In fact, the light of fearlessness in her eyes unnerved him. She mocked him with her smirk.
“What you think? I’ma go with you and your people gonna welcome me in? We gonna have a bunch of yella babies and…”
“When I become a legend, so will you.” He released her throat to stroke the side of her face for forgiveness. “What I do and where I go, it won’t matter. Never will.”
“But what them important people you work for think? A colored girl in tow? Think they respect you then?”
He hesitated. She had a point. Since when did he want any girl, especially one that would just bring him scorn? The truth was he didn’t know where the promises came from, certainly not his head. Then where?
Della shrugged it off as if bored with the topic. But he could tell his silence hurt her feelings. Maybe part of her wanted to be convinced that this wasn’t just some roll he gave her for pay. “You different is all. I never met anyone like you,” he said.
“Get dressed we...” She tried to rise. Silvio pulled her back down.
He was on her again. Her nervous laughter impinged his already foggy brain. He ignored it when she parted her thighs to receive him. He got in her smoothly this time, her body now accommodating. He preferred to continue the rest of the conversation inside her. He liked the way her eyes fluttered and how she bit down on her bottom lip when he thrust deep and withdrew slow. He gave her long strokes to prolong the pleasure, and his access to the ways she stimulated every fiber in him, groaning her name—
her stage name, Buttercup.
With thirsty lips Silvio kissed away
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