Chanitra gave Laura her best crinkled-nosed, fetching grin. "Don't be flattering yourself, girl," she said. "Some one of your neighbors held the eleva...or for me. Liked my hair, too. Bet he wanted to fuck me. I could see it in his eyes. Do you like my hair?"Chanitra often wore her hair in African braids, and this time it was enchanting. They talked about her hair, and how long it took to be braided, and how bored she got, and how painful it was at first."It's enchanting," Laura said. "You're. .. please... need... to..."Deb drove him on, meeting each thrust with a mouth full of tongue and vibration. Neil lost track of the footsteps, the stall, everything and the image of him getting caught just wrapped up in the sensation of Deb's expert mouth. He leaned hard into the wooden wall and clenched, feeling the damn burst in his mind and he pounded his hips forward withouth conscious thought.He stopped with a jerk, his eyes snapped open and Neil started to reach for his shorts. There was a. His face looked drawn and haggard, and he had loosened his tie in order toundo the top button on his shirt, and it hung at an angle. She hadwanted to be mad at him, but she saw on his face how tired he was, andshe knew he must have had a bad day. When she heard the garage dooropening, she had popped his cold dinner into the microwave, and as heslumped down into a chair she set it in front of him.“Hard day?”Advertisements“Yeah. Long.” He dug into the food, eating quickly but distractedly,still. You see the blonde girl who teased and tempted you disembark... alone! She squints in the sunshine and waves up to her friends as the bus pulls away, and you can see is dressed for the warm weather, wearing a thin white cotton top with the top couple of buttons undone, a plaid skirt and runners, her long blonde hair loose. She seems to pause and glance in your direction, where you are still parked at the crossing down the road, before turning and walking the other direction.Your head swims.