expedited. After the act was finished, Uncle Wes exited Kenneth’s hotel room. Then, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen brought him a small wooden TV tray of pretty turquoise pills and a bottle of water. Unable to make eye contact, even in his own dreams, he thanked the girl, taking the pills and bottle of water from the tray she had left while watching her saunter away into the bathroom. He threw the pretty blue-green capsules into his mouth, unscrewed the cap from the water, and closed his eyes as he washed the remedy down. He pulled the plastic bottle from his lips and sucked in a mouth full of warm saline water. His squinty eyes burst open to find that he was submerged in the hotel pool. Panicked, he thrashed his scrawny limbs, helplessly reaching for the surface above, only to descend further from the light and the promise of oxygen; there was something, or someone pulling him. He looked down to find the gorgeous pill delivery girl naked, her breasts jiggling as he attempted to jerk his legs from her grasp. His lungs, taking in more of the warm, salty water, threatened to cave in upon themselves. Ready to quit and give in to death, he found the cold dark eyes of the beautiful dark-haired devil at the pool’s concrete floor. As his lungs quit and his heart slowed, he heard her soft voice, whispering to him from somewhere in the depths.
“Wake up.”
Kenneth opened his eyes surprised to find it was still daylight; the constant pill-popping had made a mess of his body’s internal clock and its ability to keep track of time. She was standing at his bedside, calling him from his sleep, from his nightmares.
“Hello, Kenneth,” the angel said.
He opened his eyes to find the gorgeous pool creature from the dream standing before him. Dark curls hung down over a body that belonged in one of his cousin Jarod’s girly magazines. He thought he was still asleep.
“Who are you?”
“I am anyone you want me to be.”
As if to show that she was speaking the truth, he watched in awe as her long brown curls straightened, changing color before his eyes, turning from a dusky earth tone to dirty blonde; the small pale lips of her mouth curled downward at the corners, giving her a permanent melancholy look. Cold blue eyes welcomed him home.
He reached his hand out to her. “Mother?”
“Yes, dear,” she said in the soothing voice he remembered from his youth, as opposed to the smoker’s rasp she had developed in the years since. “If that is who you desire, that is who I am.”
He took her hand, gently at first, like that of a tender child in need of the slightest reassurance that she was there with him in a room full of strangers. A change broke over him, his grip on the over-tanned hand tightened. Something more mature passed through his drug-hazed contemplations.
The angelic girl with the long brown curls hanging over her bare breasts, returned. He stared hungrily at the delicious fullness and wicked promise of her grin. Her dark eyes, now gazing into his, were in a constant state of transference, seemingly changing in easy fluid waves from brown, to black, to something darker, and back again. This impossible display was mesmerizing. The angel pulled his salivating mouth to her chest. He was hers .
…..
Somewhere in the fog that had settled in beyond the hotel lobby’s front doors, a phone rang on and on like a broken record inviting Jeff Braun to come out and set it straight. He wasn’t sure what else was hidden within the thick ground cloud that seemed to be alive. So many awful things had already emerged from the endless dispenser of oddities; a seven-foot-tall blond bombshell dressed in a skintight red latex suit; a boy that didn’t speak, but barked–and Jeff understood every word; a centaur whose human half was a large-breasted pregnant woman with lactating nipples–the droplets of mother’s milk still lay glistening before him on the front desk. There were others as well; a teenage
“Wake up.”
Kenneth opened his eyes surprised to find it was still daylight; the constant pill-popping had made a mess of his body’s internal clock and its ability to keep track of time. She was standing at his bedside, calling him from his sleep, from his nightmares.
“Hello, Kenneth,” the angel said.
He opened his eyes to find the gorgeous pool creature from the dream standing before him. Dark curls hung down over a body that belonged in one of his cousin Jarod’s girly magazines. He thought he was still asleep.
“Who are you?”
“I am anyone you want me to be.”
As if to show that she was speaking the truth, he watched in awe as her long brown curls straightened, changing color before his eyes, turning from a dusky earth tone to dirty blonde; the small pale lips of her mouth curled downward at the corners, giving her a permanent melancholy look. Cold blue eyes welcomed him home.
He reached his hand out to her. “Mother?”
“Yes, dear,” she said in the soothing voice he remembered from his youth, as opposed to the smoker’s rasp she had developed in the years since. “If that is who you desire, that is who I am.”
He took her hand, gently at first, like that of a tender child in need of the slightest reassurance that she was there with him in a room full of strangers. A change broke over him, his grip on the over-tanned hand tightened. Something more mature passed through his drug-hazed contemplations.
The angelic girl with the long brown curls hanging over her bare breasts, returned. He stared hungrily at the delicious fullness and wicked promise of her grin. Her dark eyes, now gazing into his, were in a constant state of transference, seemingly changing in easy fluid waves from brown, to black, to something darker, and back again. This impossible display was mesmerizing. The angel pulled his salivating mouth to her chest. He was hers .
…..
Somewhere in the fog that had settled in beyond the hotel lobby’s front doors, a phone rang on and on like a broken record inviting Jeff Braun to come out and set it straight. He wasn’t sure what else was hidden within the thick ground cloud that seemed to be alive. So many awful things had already emerged from the endless dispenser of oddities; a seven-foot-tall blond bombshell dressed in a skintight red latex suit; a boy that didn’t speak, but barked–and Jeff understood every word; a centaur whose human half was a large-breasted pregnant woman with lactating nipples–the droplets of mother’s milk still lay glistening before him on the front desk. There were others as well; a teenage
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