else's dreams.” I picked at a loose thread on the carpet where I sat on the floor. “I have to explore this part of my personality...no, my being . It’s time for me.” I stood up and grabbed another roll of clear packing tape from the desk. “So I was thinking, I could take classes at the Fashion Institute in L.A.”
“You mean FIDM. That would be awesome and it's not that far from our new place.”
“Exactly. What’s to lose? And if it doesn’t work out, no problem. I’ll apply to law school, satisfied that I gave it a shot and everybody is happy.”
“Hell yeah. That sounds like a good plan.”
“God, I hope so. Thanks for the support, hun.” I leaned over the bed and gave Kat a big hug.
I was shocked that dad was okay with me taking a year off before law school. He said he had done the same thing at my age and it was the best thing he had ever done. It gave him the energy he needed to later finish top of his class and become the ‘go to’ lawyer for actors, singers and song writers in Hollywood. He always said I should follow in his footsteps and become a lawyer, even offered for me to work in his firm once I had my law degree. But this was his dream. Not mine. Unfortunately, my dad was not a person you said ‘no’ to very often. He was of Italian descent, a very passionate, powerful and stubborn man. Growing up I never dared confront him, or go against his wishes. He was all the family I had left so I hit the books and studied hard.
As the years ticked by in college, I matured, and realized I had been suppressing an artist’s soul. I had a passion for color, form and fashion design. Living with dad and his rigid, sequential, logical thinking had squelched the creative spirit in me. He couldn’t help it, he had to be that way, he was a lawyer, but I had inherited opposite attributes from mom. She was beautiful, graceful and had been a talented interior designer. I thought if I were half as beautiful and half as talented as she, I would be happy.
Kat was back to messaging on Facebook. “Come on Miss Social Networking butterfly. Put that damn phone away and help me carry these boxes down to my car.” I plopped a medium sized box on the bed in front of her. She shoved her phone in the back pocket of her white shorts.
“Let's do this.”
Chapter 8 - Ecstasy
Jesse
Wow, my mind melted into a euphoric bliss from the little yellow pill Holly had dropped into my mouth earlier. I pulled her close to me and wrapped my arm around her waist, her thick thighs bumping up against mine, as I guided her towards my motel room located just across from the bar. Her soft dark hair swished against my body in the night air as we walked. I stopped outside the door, transfixed on all that dark long hair. I was mesmerized. I reached out my hand and stroked it, feeling the sensation of its softness on my fingertips. My sense of touch was embellished. I picked up a silky lock and rubbed it between my fingers. It felt like liquid.
Ah, this was the shitz.
I reached out with both of my hands tousling my fingers in her hair, pushing it up and swirling it around on her head like a crazy man, absorbed by my own motions.
She giggled and rolled her eyes.
“Your hair.” I kept swirling. “Your hair is sooo nice. I love your hair. I want to rub it all over my body. I want to wrap myself up naked in your hair...”
She knew it was the effects of the drugs making me act stupid. I didn’t care. She didn’t care. She reached up and pulled my hands out of her hair and we fell into a long heavy kiss which felt fucking awesome on my lips, but I needed to get inside the damn room before I exploded on the sidewalk outside.
“You got the key, sugar?” She leaned against the red brick wall waiting for me, twirling her finger in her hair.
I fumbled in my pocket and found the plastic key card. As I rubbed my fingers over the smooth plastic card, with its slick glass-like surface, it felt lustrous, more uniform than
“You mean FIDM. That would be awesome and it's not that far from our new place.”
“Exactly. What’s to lose? And if it doesn’t work out, no problem. I’ll apply to law school, satisfied that I gave it a shot and everybody is happy.”
“Hell yeah. That sounds like a good plan.”
“God, I hope so. Thanks for the support, hun.” I leaned over the bed and gave Kat a big hug.
I was shocked that dad was okay with me taking a year off before law school. He said he had done the same thing at my age and it was the best thing he had ever done. It gave him the energy he needed to later finish top of his class and become the ‘go to’ lawyer for actors, singers and song writers in Hollywood. He always said I should follow in his footsteps and become a lawyer, even offered for me to work in his firm once I had my law degree. But this was his dream. Not mine. Unfortunately, my dad was not a person you said ‘no’ to very often. He was of Italian descent, a very passionate, powerful and stubborn man. Growing up I never dared confront him, or go against his wishes. He was all the family I had left so I hit the books and studied hard.
As the years ticked by in college, I matured, and realized I had been suppressing an artist’s soul. I had a passion for color, form and fashion design. Living with dad and his rigid, sequential, logical thinking had squelched the creative spirit in me. He couldn’t help it, he had to be that way, he was a lawyer, but I had inherited opposite attributes from mom. She was beautiful, graceful and had been a talented interior designer. I thought if I were half as beautiful and half as talented as she, I would be happy.
Kat was back to messaging on Facebook. “Come on Miss Social Networking butterfly. Put that damn phone away and help me carry these boxes down to my car.” I plopped a medium sized box on the bed in front of her. She shoved her phone in the back pocket of her white shorts.
“Let's do this.”
Chapter 8 - Ecstasy
Jesse
Wow, my mind melted into a euphoric bliss from the little yellow pill Holly had dropped into my mouth earlier. I pulled her close to me and wrapped my arm around her waist, her thick thighs bumping up against mine, as I guided her towards my motel room located just across from the bar. Her soft dark hair swished against my body in the night air as we walked. I stopped outside the door, transfixed on all that dark long hair. I was mesmerized. I reached out my hand and stroked it, feeling the sensation of its softness on my fingertips. My sense of touch was embellished. I picked up a silky lock and rubbed it between my fingers. It felt like liquid.
Ah, this was the shitz.
I reached out with both of my hands tousling my fingers in her hair, pushing it up and swirling it around on her head like a crazy man, absorbed by my own motions.
She giggled and rolled her eyes.
“Your hair.” I kept swirling. “Your hair is sooo nice. I love your hair. I want to rub it all over my body. I want to wrap myself up naked in your hair...”
She knew it was the effects of the drugs making me act stupid. I didn’t care. She didn’t care. She reached up and pulled my hands out of her hair and we fell into a long heavy kiss which felt fucking awesome on my lips, but I needed to get inside the damn room before I exploded on the sidewalk outside.
“You got the key, sugar?” She leaned against the red brick wall waiting for me, twirling her finger in her hair.
I fumbled in my pocket and found the plastic key card. As I rubbed my fingers over the smooth plastic card, with its slick glass-like surface, it felt lustrous, more uniform than
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