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clawing and spitting.
Afterward the female would roll on her back, over and over from side to side, and lick herself. Often she looked very sated and, I thought, gloating.
I never intended to mention the incident to Roxanne. I hoped we would never speak of it; and in fact I wanted to just forget that it had ever happened. But she brought it up when I came back to the room hours later. She was wrapped in her bathrobe, her hair in a towel, sitting on the bed watching T.V. and eating a Kit Kat bar.
She grinned at me when I walked in. “It’s the Peeping Celia!”
I blushed and my reaction angered me. Why should I be the shamed one?
I took my coat off and said nothing.
“Did you enjoy the show?”
I didn’t answer, instead going to the sink and washing my hands.
She was laughing. “What’s the matter, haven’t you ever seen anyone doing it before? Honey, you and I should rent some porn. I have never seen anyone look so terrified!”
I attempted a smile. I picked up my hairbrush which was lying on the sink, intending to use it, but noticed it matted with long bright orange hairs. I laid it down again.
She patted the bed, motioning for me to sit by her, but I selected a chair. There was an issue of “All Cats, All the Time” lying on the floor, which I had purchased at a newsstand earlier that day. I picked it up and flipped through it. The cover headline was, “Maui Wowee!” with a clever photo-shopped picture of a leaping Egyptian Mau shooting out of a volcano.
Roxanne unwrapped another Kit Kat bar. “Celia, are you a virgin?”
I looked up at her, startled. She sure had a way of getting one’s attention.
“Why do you ask?” This was the tactical question one used instead of saying, “That’s none of your business.”
Roxanne shrugged and took a bite of chocolate. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed about sex. It’s a very natural act. It is the most natural thing in the world. Did you get a chance to notice the size of his tool?” She shook her head and chuckled. “He was hung. He could be a porn star. Not like that last one, the married one in Toronto. That poor guy had four inches, tops. I won’t be seeing him again. You can hardly call that a tool. Of course, I suppose there are tools that small. Needle nosed pliers. Drill bits.”
I loudly riffled the magazine pages. “Did you hear about Ajax, this Mau that won the Hawaiian Regional?”
“Aw, can’t we girl talk?” She pouted.
I sighed. “Actually Roxanne, I am not that comfortable with girl talk like this. In answer to your question, yes I was very embarrassed. And the four inch thing wouldn’t bother me. I haven’t had any in so long that I’ve forgotten what it’s like anyway.”
“You’re not a virgin!” she crowed.
“Next time, just tell me when you’re going to have company. You don’t have to send me to the store. I’m not a nine-year-old.”
“Oh, touchy, touchy! You really need to get yourself some, Sweetie. It will improve your mood. Do you want me to fix you up?”
I glared at her. I couldn’t help it.
She just smiled and went back to her Kit Kat bar, gloating, I thought, just like a cat. I half expected her to throw the candy bar down and start rolling around on the bed.
After that, I started getting my own room on show weekends. She had not brought up the subject again, thankfully. Lately she had taken to wandering off to parts unknown. It was convenient that Jack always disappeared at the same time. Fortunately, this usually happened during show hours, when there was no chance of me bursting in on them.
I didn’t mind being left alone in the show hall with Kenya, answering questions. It was easy and pleasant for me. The men did not stay as long, and they never came back or asked me for a card. That was fine with me.
Today Kenya sat on his cart, and was keeping himself amused with a rabbit’s
Afterward the female would roll on her back, over and over from side to side, and lick herself. Often she looked very sated and, I thought, gloating.
I never intended to mention the incident to Roxanne. I hoped we would never speak of it; and in fact I wanted to just forget that it had ever happened. But she brought it up when I came back to the room hours later. She was wrapped in her bathrobe, her hair in a towel, sitting on the bed watching T.V. and eating a Kit Kat bar.
She grinned at me when I walked in. “It’s the Peeping Celia!”
I blushed and my reaction angered me. Why should I be the shamed one?
I took my coat off and said nothing.
“Did you enjoy the show?”
I didn’t answer, instead going to the sink and washing my hands.
She was laughing. “What’s the matter, haven’t you ever seen anyone doing it before? Honey, you and I should rent some porn. I have never seen anyone look so terrified!”
I attempted a smile. I picked up my hairbrush which was lying on the sink, intending to use it, but noticed it matted with long bright orange hairs. I laid it down again.
She patted the bed, motioning for me to sit by her, but I selected a chair. There was an issue of “All Cats, All the Time” lying on the floor, which I had purchased at a newsstand earlier that day. I picked it up and flipped through it. The cover headline was, “Maui Wowee!” with a clever photo-shopped picture of a leaping Egyptian Mau shooting out of a volcano.
Roxanne unwrapped another Kit Kat bar. “Celia, are you a virgin?”
I looked up at her, startled. She sure had a way of getting one’s attention.
“Why do you ask?” This was the tactical question one used instead of saying, “That’s none of your business.”
Roxanne shrugged and took a bite of chocolate. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed about sex. It’s a very natural act. It is the most natural thing in the world. Did you get a chance to notice the size of his tool?” She shook her head and chuckled. “He was hung. He could be a porn star. Not like that last one, the married one in Toronto. That poor guy had four inches, tops. I won’t be seeing him again. You can hardly call that a tool. Of course, I suppose there are tools that small. Needle nosed pliers. Drill bits.”
I loudly riffled the magazine pages. “Did you hear about Ajax, this Mau that won the Hawaiian Regional?”
“Aw, can’t we girl talk?” She pouted.
I sighed. “Actually Roxanne, I am not that comfortable with girl talk like this. In answer to your question, yes I was very embarrassed. And the four inch thing wouldn’t bother me. I haven’t had any in so long that I’ve forgotten what it’s like anyway.”
“You’re not a virgin!” she crowed.
“Next time, just tell me when you’re going to have company. You don’t have to send me to the store. I’m not a nine-year-old.”
“Oh, touchy, touchy! You really need to get yourself some, Sweetie. It will improve your mood. Do you want me to fix you up?”
I glared at her. I couldn’t help it.
She just smiled and went back to her Kit Kat bar, gloating, I thought, just like a cat. I half expected her to throw the candy bar down and start rolling around on the bed.
After that, I started getting my own room on show weekends. She had not brought up the subject again, thankfully. Lately she had taken to wandering off to parts unknown. It was convenient that Jack always disappeared at the same time. Fortunately, this usually happened during show hours, when there was no chance of me bursting in on them.
I didn’t mind being left alone in the show hall with Kenya, answering questions. It was easy and pleasant for me. The men did not stay as long, and they never came back or asked me for a card. That was fine with me.
Today Kenya sat on his cart, and was keeping himself amused with a rabbit’s
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