home.
Just the thought of experiencing that flying joy again after so long excited Elaine.
She laughed and skipped around her maid as the teenager she was. Her happiness, uncontainable.
“Here Bessy, help me pick out the best dress, would you?”
*****
CHAPTER 8
P resent
A shrill ringing brought Elaine back from the scabrous memories of the past. Even the tiny bird sitting at her windowsill fluttered its wings and soared for the blue sky.
But it was the sight of her deserted bed that truly jolted her.
Sometime during her retrograde, Elaine had divested herself from the smell of sex, her shameful defeat, and Trevor , that still clung to the incriminating bed sheet.
The crumples and creases from her sleep and the one’s who had had taken up its other half were vulgarly preserved.
They mocked her vain hope that all which unfolded in this house yesterday were but a horrid nightmare she lived. Reality, however, was determined to give her bitter brunts in the light of day.
The twinges and aches in her most secret and intimate region, standing naked in the middle of her bedroom with only a comforter to cover her nudity, they screamed she had messed up, badly.
Tremulous, she remembered the desperation, the fever with which she had responded to his taking of her. And that’s what it had been, a ruthless taking. For making love required one to be in love, or at least have care for the person you share the exquisite pleasures of your body.
Trevor had never cared beyond what he wanted. She was but a means to assuage his lust–an intrigue that he wanted unravelled, slaked. Once done, he left her here like some used tissue!
And it was she, who had made it all so effortless for him, to unfurl her layer after layer.
Her naivety from the night before came to torment her again. On that very bed, like a nitwit, she had rested her head on his shoulder with dreams of her world back on its axis.
A blighter more vicious than any other suddenly struck up from those gnawing memories to choke a gasp out of her, and Elaine moaned in utter shame.
Trevor had been fully clothed!
Clothed, all the while she had shamelessly writhed in throes of passion against him, beneath him–on the floor.
Even later when he brought them to bed, he was dressed.
In her languor, Elaine had been too muddled to take note of that anomaly. She had in fact, she remembered with abject burning, even slipped her hand through the sheath of his shirt to reach closer to the lulling beats of his heart.
What a class rate of gullible fool she was! Trevor had once again used her, and then thrown her without a moment’s thought. She had no one but herself to blame.
Ring… Rrr..Ring…….
Starting at the incessant screech of the doorbell, Elaine’s reflection took a different route.
Who could that be? Instantly, a dreadful possibility leaped forth.
No, she wouldn’t do this to herself.
But as her legs took her out from the bedroom, his name wouldn’t stay buried, away from her conscious thoughts. It jerked, it rocked, it drummed, until it was all that stormed her mind.
Her hands visibly shook as they opened the door.
It wasn’t him.
Sharp relief infected by tints of dying defiant hope that followed was so vicious a blow in her breast, that debilitated, she nearly staggered from it.
“Are you all right, Ms?”
Elaine leant against the door jab and nodded shakily.
The guy standing in a plain grey and red uniform was unconvinced. “You look a little pale, are you sure?”
Elaine gave a wan smile to assure him. “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks. How may I help you?”
He watched her a second longer, then decided to brush the matter off. “I’ve a small package here for a..,” reading from the paper in his hand, he said, “Miss, Elaine Pa-”
“Parker. That’s me.” She didn’t know how she got that name, but she had stuck with it till now.
However, what interested and truly surprised Elaine here, was the presence of a delivery guy standing
Just the thought of experiencing that flying joy again after so long excited Elaine.
She laughed and skipped around her maid as the teenager she was. Her happiness, uncontainable.
“Here Bessy, help me pick out the best dress, would you?”
*****
CHAPTER 8
P resent
A shrill ringing brought Elaine back from the scabrous memories of the past. Even the tiny bird sitting at her windowsill fluttered its wings and soared for the blue sky.
But it was the sight of her deserted bed that truly jolted her.
Sometime during her retrograde, Elaine had divested herself from the smell of sex, her shameful defeat, and Trevor , that still clung to the incriminating bed sheet.
The crumples and creases from her sleep and the one’s who had had taken up its other half were vulgarly preserved.
They mocked her vain hope that all which unfolded in this house yesterday were but a horrid nightmare she lived. Reality, however, was determined to give her bitter brunts in the light of day.
The twinges and aches in her most secret and intimate region, standing naked in the middle of her bedroom with only a comforter to cover her nudity, they screamed she had messed up, badly.
Tremulous, she remembered the desperation, the fever with which she had responded to his taking of her. And that’s what it had been, a ruthless taking. For making love required one to be in love, or at least have care for the person you share the exquisite pleasures of your body.
Trevor had never cared beyond what he wanted. She was but a means to assuage his lust–an intrigue that he wanted unravelled, slaked. Once done, he left her here like some used tissue!
And it was she, who had made it all so effortless for him, to unfurl her layer after layer.
Her naivety from the night before came to torment her again. On that very bed, like a nitwit, she had rested her head on his shoulder with dreams of her world back on its axis.
A blighter more vicious than any other suddenly struck up from those gnawing memories to choke a gasp out of her, and Elaine moaned in utter shame.
Trevor had been fully clothed!
Clothed, all the while she had shamelessly writhed in throes of passion against him, beneath him–on the floor.
Even later when he brought them to bed, he was dressed.
In her languor, Elaine had been too muddled to take note of that anomaly. She had in fact, she remembered with abject burning, even slipped her hand through the sheath of his shirt to reach closer to the lulling beats of his heart.
What a class rate of gullible fool she was! Trevor had once again used her, and then thrown her without a moment’s thought. She had no one but herself to blame.
Ring… Rrr..Ring…….
Starting at the incessant screech of the doorbell, Elaine’s reflection took a different route.
Who could that be? Instantly, a dreadful possibility leaped forth.
No, she wouldn’t do this to herself.
But as her legs took her out from the bedroom, his name wouldn’t stay buried, away from her conscious thoughts. It jerked, it rocked, it drummed, until it was all that stormed her mind.
Her hands visibly shook as they opened the door.
It wasn’t him.
Sharp relief infected by tints of dying defiant hope that followed was so vicious a blow in her breast, that debilitated, she nearly staggered from it.
“Are you all right, Ms?”
Elaine leant against the door jab and nodded shakily.
The guy standing in a plain grey and red uniform was unconvinced. “You look a little pale, are you sure?”
Elaine gave a wan smile to assure him. “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks. How may I help you?”
He watched her a second longer, then decided to brush the matter off. “I’ve a small package here for a..,” reading from the paper in his hand, he said, “Miss, Elaine Pa-”
“Parker. That’s me.” She didn’t know how she got that name, but she had stuck with it till now.
However, what interested and truly surprised Elaine here, was the presence of a delivery guy standing
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