Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 8 – Sunday Girl

I like working Sundays. It’s quiet and I can write my blog at the salon. I also get to do a little extra cleaning.

On my way in I stop at MacDonald’s and have a cheap tasty breakfast. I’m early, so when I’m finished eating I head over to Wawa on Broad street to pick up some snacks for later.

The salon closes at 4pm on Sundays so I don’t need to get a sandwich for later because I won’t be hungry until later. I always order the same stuff when I go there. But today I do something  little different.

You’ll find out what that is in a little bit.

Later, I’m working at the salon and it is super dead. I’m typing away on my blog and the occasional client rolls in. Time is slipping by as I write. By the time it’s 2pm I’m wondering if sweet little Kita will come in at all. I shouldn’t be concerned because she loves to tan and hasn’t been in since Thursday.

 

The door opens and she appears. She looks amazing as always. A little black jacket over a turquoise sleeveless top. She’s wearing a tiny pair of black shorts that showcase her shapely slender tan legs. On her feet are a pair of little sandals. Her little toenails are painted white just like the nails on her hands.

Cute!

She’s chatting with me hanging at the side of the counter and I’m in heaven. I can feel the butterflies when she’s around.

It’s a delightful feeling at my age.

She tells me she’s really tired today. She’s been studying so much because she has mid- terms coming up at the end of the week. I tell her I was editing my blog and it was the final chapter of the Annabelle series. (See: Annabelle – 2013 to 2014 – I Can’t Quit You Baby) I thought about her and her on again, off again (Hopefully for good) boyfriend JR.

I read her the following passage about how Annabelle treated me after our breakup:

“After that Annabelle simply “ghosted” me. For those of you reading this that don’t know what that means, it’s when someone in your life simply vanishes. They don’t call or text. It all suddenly stops. Nothing. Just gone. This went on for months. I wasn’t going to contact her.

She did this.

I needed to heal. Adults speak to one another and close the relationship. It’s wrong to put a person on a shelf like they are just some sort of toy, and then think you can take them down and play with them whenever you’re confused or lonely. It’s just shitty behavior. The person you’re doing that to is a human being with feelings. You’re a rotten person if you think that sort of behavior is okay.”

She’s amazed that Annabelle did to me exactly what JR did to her. I had explained this behavior to her the first time she spent an hour here and told me about this loser. But I forgot I had written the same scenario about Annabelle. Some people just suck and squander the good people in their lives because they have no moral compass in regard to right and wrong.

We don’t speak about or ex’s much more and I notice she hasn’t said anything about the guy that instant messengered her on Instagram. He was nice to her unlike shitty JR, but I just don’t feel like bring him up.

She’s here with me today. No other dudes allowed, even in word form.

“I’m about to have a banana. You want one?”

“Sure. Thanks!”

I go into the other room and reach into the bag from Wawa and produce two bananas. I never buy two bananas. But today I was pretty sure babygirl was coming in and I thought she’d like some fresh fruit. She’s a very healthy eater and fit girl.

My little plan worked!

She’s chatting with me and munching her banana and I’m just happy to be able to do something for her. She tells me she has to write a paper tonight that’s due tomorrow. She says she has to write six pages about a hotel and a cruise line. It’s for her Hospitality Management course.

We talk about that and I give her some ideas. She says she just feels so tired. I hope she’s not getting sick.  She said her throat has been a little sore in the morning. But then it fades away. It could be just her dorm room. I’ll have to ask her if she has any roommates.

I think since she just moved up here from Florida she’s a little lonely. Many of the women around her are all in sororities and like to party. Kita doesn’t drink and isn’t in any activities at school. She tells me she is very focused on her studies and schoolwork. Typical Asian. I say good for her.

I mention to her that I sent her a calendar invite for our date tomorrow at the restaurant. She says she never got it as she checks her phone. I tell her it’s okay, because we’ve already discussed the details but I like to stay organized. (But in my heart I need her to accept the date on her calendar, That’s just me. That’s the written commitment I need from Kita.) She says she never got it as she looks into her emails in her phone. I read her the email address I have for her and she says it’s wrong. She corrects me and I go on the house compter and sign onto my google. I resend it to her with the correct address.

“Got it!. Do I just hit yes?”

“Do it.”

She does and I check my email and tell her it’s locked in now because I just got a,”Kita accepted your invitation.”

This pleases me to know that our dinner date is locked down.

It looks like this is really happening. What started out as a fantasy about a pretty girl is now a full-fledged meeting at a nice restaurant where baby will be munching pan seared salmon like a champ with ME.

I even let her read another funny entry in the blog. It’s about all the stuff that annoys us the salon. Normally I would never let anyone read anything before it’s published. But Kita loves tanning and think she’ll get a kick out of the piece. (See: Sun Stories – Haley – 2016 to Present – Rules and Lists) Check it out. It’s hilarious!

Little does Kita know that I’ve already written five chapters about her and what’s happening today with her in the salon will be chapter six!

I send her into room two for her tanning session. That’s not the best bed in the house but she feels like it gets her darker. If that’s what she wants and it’s fine with me.

When she finishes, we talk a bit more. I give her a free bottle of water to pour into her water bottle that she carries around. She thanks me and says she’s off to the gym. I tell her to not workout to hard. I wish her good luck on her paper she has to write and to try not to stress about it. The best thing to do when you have to write something is not to talk about it or dawdle.

Just start writing.

“When do you work again?”

“Tuesday, three to eight.”

“Cool. I’ll come in Tuesday.”

We part ways and off she goes down the steps.

Of course a bunch of people came into tan in the last thirty minutes before closing. People really can’t manage their lives.

I’m glad I’m not like that.

I finally get the last person out of there around 4:30. I don’t mind. I’m just going to stop at the liquor store and pick up some wine and go home and chill.

Later, I’m walking home and I get a text. I figure it’s my daughter or Johnny R. of my buddy Church. But it’s none of the above.

It’s Kita.

“Charles help. I miss JR so much right now. (sad emoji) So tempted to text him but I shouldn’t right?”

I love this.

I love that when Kita has a matter of the heart she reaches out to me. That’s power. I need to guide my little kitten accordingly. Apparently Kita is without a female support system to help deal with this.

I literally set down my bags and stop to get right back to her. I need to head this off right now.

“No. You’re just really tired and that’s weakening your will power. Resist the urge. Go do something else to take your mind off him.”

“I’m trying. Just hard.”

“I know. But you will go through periods of this. It will pass. Be strong. Think of the way he was treating you and the words he said to you that were cruel and how he lied to you. Those aren’t the traits you want in a mate long-term. You’ve grown and matured. He has not.”

“Then why do I want him still? Like I wish he was still my boyfriend. I feel like I’ll never move on from him!! (Sad faced emoji)

“I know you will move on. I was the same with my ex. She was a selfish loser but I still missed her even though we were no longer right for each other. If you go back to him it’ll just be more of the same and worse because he’ll know he really has power over you. Don’t do it. You’ll hurt for a while but I promise you it gets better.”

And it ends there.

We’ve all gone through this feeling. It’s can be such a roller coaster of emotions after a breakup. I wish I could just magically take away her pain, but that would be wrong. We all must go through the sadness and pain of loss. It’s part of growing up and just living in this world.

I hope she comes in on Tuesday. And fingers crossed for Wednesday dinner with her.

 

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Ban leggings on campus? Ludicrous – wearing leggings allows women to move like superheroes

Here’s an interesting piece by one of my female followers.

I’m writing this at my office computer wearing leggings and a short skirt. I wear the leggings because I ride my bike to work and they keep my legs warm. I add the skirt when I get to the office because most here would consider leggings alone inappropriate work attire for a middle-aged academic administrator.

After this week, it’s clear that some people don’t think they are appropriate attire for students on campus either. Maryann White, a mother of four sons, made news with her plea in a letter to the University of Notre Dame school paper that female students should stop wearing leggings and choose clothing that’s less form fitting. She worried her sons are being distracted and thinking disrespectful thoughts. She asked girls and women to make it easier for her sons by wearing jeans instead of leggings.

In response to White’s letter, social media feeds quickly filled with photos of women and men at Notre Dame (and around the world) wearing leggings, #leggingsdayND. Even “The New York Times” chimed in with Vanessa Friedman’s piece “It’s Possible Leggings Are the Future. Deal With It.”

One subject that gets everyone talking during my women’s studies feminism and fashion seminars is dress codes: school dress codes, summer camp dress codes and dress codes at the gym. My students say it’s hard to keep track. Does this place allow sleeveless tops? Can you show any midriff? Are there rules against yoga pants here?

Why all the fuss about what women wear? Women’s bodies and the clothes we wear are a battleground around the world. Some situations have rules that require religious body coverings and other places forbid those same coverings.

Leggings are only the latest focus for arguments deployed by conservatives since before ankles became a source of public scandal.

Policing women’s bodies

Maryann White said her concern was for her sons and their virtue.

Since we ought to treat other persons with respect, no matter what they wear, blaming leggings for her sons’ feelings fails to teach them responsibility for their thoughts and actions.

Her plea constitutes one small increment on the spectrum of responses that puts the blame on women for men’s lack of control and sexual violence. How often do we still hear the question, “Why was she dressed like that?”

When a woman is sexually assaulted, why does the public still think about her clothing choices? As if those choices provoke and justify violence.

White insults the integrity of her sons if she blames their actions and lack of self-control on women’s clothing choices.

There exists considerable gender asymmetry in clothing codes when determining what counts as uncovered or indecent. Women in leggings are fully covered. Men in shorts aren’t — their skin shows. Yet, there are no letters to the editor complaining that men in shorts are distracting to other male or female students.

Often complaints aren’t about clothes as much as about policing women’s bodies. Many leggings critics say they are fine if women with the “right bodies” wear them.

I began by mentioning age as a factor, but it’s also about size. Young women who get in trouble for wearing prom dresses that break rules are often larger women.

Women with small, “tidy” bodies rarely run afoul of dress codes. Women and girls with large breasts get in trouble over wearing certain tops at school. In the case of leggings, women with large bottoms are said to be doing something wrong. And fat women can never get it right. Some bodies break all the rules just by existing.

Ubiquitous leggings

Why are leggings so ubiquitous? I wear them because they’re comfortable, easy to find, not size fussy and toasty warm in the winter. They’re also good for hitting the gym if I have time to spare between meetings.

I can run in them if I need to and bend any which way I want. Unlike skinny jeans, leggings give me a full range of motion, at least as much as this middle age frame allows.

Different items of clothing cause controversy because they spotlight aspects of women’s lives and bodies that make us uncomfortable. I think the backlash against leggings stems from our discomfort in seeing women in athletic wear in general.

Leggings are functional and practical. They make me feel a bit like a superhero, ready for action. Usually, women are tacitly rewarded for not taking up too much space, for being inconspicuous. Leggings, superhero-dom, can contravene those expectations in delightful ways.

The debate over leggings seems trivial. But, that’s another double bind for women and clothes choices. You’re not supposed to take fashion and clothes seriously even though our clothing and the codes and values our clothes transmit have tremendous social impact and make a real difference to women’s lives.

Whether our leggings are affecting vulnerable men should not be the question we are asking. It should be, why are these men so weak? And why does this woman feel it’s incumbent on comfortable bike-riding large and small superhero women to take care of her sons?

 

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Most Beautiful Girls in the World 2019

Who are some of the most beautiful girls in the world right now? Here, we present you – the best ever list of our most beautiful girls of 2018-19. These girls are not only beautiful, but dominating in their fields too. They’re celebrities. They’re most popular, having huge fan following worldwide. In addition, what makes them most beautiful is how strong and successful they are. Also, they’re intelligent, desirable, attractive, hot and most successful girls in the world.

They’re here because of their outstanding physique, personality and level of celebrity achieved through their hard work. Let’s take a closer look at some of the world’s most beautiful girls of 2019.

List of Most Beautiful Girls in the world

15. Jennifer Lawrence

Jennifer Shrader Lawrence; The highest-paid actress in the world. The most beautiful woman of 2019; Also, ranked amongst world’s most beautiful girls in 2019. In addition, she was named amongst “most influential people in the world” by Time magazine “Celebrity 100” by Forbes in 2016.

Lawrence is known as the highest-grossing action heroine of all time. In addition to acting, she’s known for being a vocal advocate of feminism and gender equality. Also, she’s the founder of the Jennifer Lawrence Foundation through which she supports various charitable organizations.

14. Nana

Im Jin Ah is also professionally known as Nana comes at number 14 in our list. This beautiful South Korean singer and actress is a member of the South Korean girl group After School.

13. Shailene Woodley

From Simi Valley, California, Shailene Woodley is one of the most beautiful girls in the world right now. She is an actress, appeared in several TV shows and films. In addition to acting, Woodley is an avid environmental activist. She, along-with her mother co-founded the All it Takes non-profit organization; A youth leadership program that aims to educate young people to practice empathy, compassion, responsibility, and purpose in hopes to foster sustainable, positive change for themselves, others and the environment. Also one of the most beautiful actresses.

12. Zendaya

Zendaya Maree Stoermer Coleman, professionally known as Zendaya comes at No. 12 amongst most beautiful girls in the world. She’s an actress, singer, and dancer. Best known for her role as Rocky Blue in the Disney Channel sitcom Shake It Up. She’s also one of the most Influential Teens of 2018.

11. Bella Thorne

Born in Pembroke Pines, Florida on October 8, 1997; Bella Thorne is an American television actress and singer. Being one of the most beautiful girls, Thorne is an avid supporter of the Humane Society, the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, and The Nomad Organization, which provides education, food and medical supplies to children in Africa. Thorne currently stars as Paige on the Freeform series, Famous in Love.

10. Bae Suzy

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One of the most beautiful South Korean girl; Bae Suzy comes at No. 10 in our list. She’s an actress and singer and a member of the girl group miss A under JYP Entertainment.

9. Alia Bhatt

A combination of beauty and talent; Alia Bhatt comes at No. 9 amongst world’s most beautiful girls. At just 24 now, she has appeared in more than dozen films. Also, she has won “Filmfare Award for Best Actress”. In addition to acting, Bhatt has sung six of her film songs. Also, she has launched her own line of clothing for women. She also top the ranking Most Beautiful Indian Women of 2018-19.

8. Kylie Jenner

Best known for her appearance on the reality show, “Keeping Up With The Kardashians”. Model, actress, entrepreneur, socialite, and social media personality; Kylie Jenner is the 8th most beautiful girl right now

7. Kendall Jenner

American fashion model and television personality; Kendall Jenner holds the 7th spot in our list. At just 21 years old, Forbes magazine’s 2015 list of top earning models, with an estimated annual income of US$4 million. Jenner is one of most followed celebrities on Instagram.

6. Dove Cameron

LOS ANGELES, CA – MARCH 11: Actress Dove Cameron attends Nickelodeon’s 2017 Kids’ Choice Awards at USC Galen Center on March 11, 2017 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by David Livingston/Getty Images)

The 6th most beautiful girl in our list; An American actress and singer, Dove Cameron. She’s best known for playing a dual role in the Disney Channel teen sitcom Liv and Maddie. Also for starring in Descendants as Mal, daughter of Maleficent. In addition, she is set to reprise her role as Mal in Descendants 2. Follow her on twitter @dovecameron.

5. Selena Gomez

The most beautiful but talented girl, Selena Gomez comes at number 5. This American singer and actress has top many ranking of BEAUTIFUL and HOTTEST women. In addition to her innocent looks, she has earned a number of awards and nominations for her work as an actress and singer.

4. Liza Soberano

She is just 19 years old now. With her dazzling looks and outstanding personality, Liza Soberano hold the 4th position amongst most beautiful girls of 2018. She’s an American born Filipino actress and model. Liza was also named by media as “one of Philippine television’s most beautiful faces“. In addition to her beauty, she’s one of most talented girl, recognized for her confidence and courage. She also named as the “Most Bright & Beautiful Philippine Star“.

3. Barbara Palvin

The 25-year-old Hungarian born model Barbara Palvin is at number 3 in our list of most beautiful girls. Palvin is heating things up in the fashion world when the Victoria’s Secret announced her as the newest addition to the VS Angels lineup, joining the ranks of supermodels like Adriana Lima and Karlie Kloss. She has walked for Victoria’s Secret twice before, once in 2018 and once in 2012. And surprisingly, she is the first plus size Victoria’s Secret Angel.

Born and raised in Hungary, Palvin has been working as a model since she was a teen. She first walked down the runway for Prada in 2010. Since then, she has walked for a number of fashion houses including Louis Vuitton, Miu Miu, and Chanel. In addition to modeling, she had a small role in the 2014 film Hercules. She played Queen Antimache, wife of Eurystheus.

Palvin was ranked:

  • #14 on the Money Girls list by models.com in 2016.
  • #17 on Forbes list of the highest paid models in the world in 2016.
  • #4 in Maxim Hot 100 in 2016.
  • #2 in the Tumblr’s 2017 list of most popular models.

Palvin is in a relationship with Dylan Sprouse – an American actor . They are two of the world’s most genetically blessed individuals. Their love life is also heating things up in the world. Here, how wmagazine reveals about Dylan Sprouse & Barbara Palvin, a Modern Love Story.

2. Kaia Gerber

The stunning daughter of supermodel Cindy Crawford hold the second place in our list. Kaia Gerber was born on September 3, 2001 in Los Angeles, California, U.S. She is one of the top most beautiful girls in the world right now. Kaia is a model and an actress, known for Sister Cities (2016). Follow her on twitter @kaiagerber.

1. Thylane Blondeau

Thylane Blondeau is named the “most beautiful girl in the world” for 2018. She was crowned the title when she was just 6, and, now she has won the title again at the age of 17. The gorgeous teen is a model, actress, entrepreneur and fashion designer. She is one of the most diverse beauty around the world. Her piercing blue eyes and blond hair captivated millions of people around the world.

She is the daughter of French footballer Patrick Blondeau, and actress Veronika Loubry. Thylane Blondeau began modelling at the age of just 4. At the age of 10, she became the youngest model ever to pose for Vogue Paris, although the shoot ignited controversy for being involved in what some considered a risqué photo shoot at the time. Because she wore short dresses and heavy makeup.

Blondeau, in addition signed with the IMG Models when she was 15. She also has modeled for Tommy Hilfiger. Right now she is a brand ambassador for L’Oreal and recently was the face of the spring/summer 2018 campaign of French brand Juicy Couture. She now has her own fashion line, Heaven May, this year.

 

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Happy 4/20 – Everything You Need to Know About Legal Weed in Pennsylvania

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The Beach House – Chapter 8

I awoke later with a stiff neck. Sleeping in a chair has a penalty for those in their thirties. Mia was gone. I wasn’t surprised at first. She had been getting more animated as the hours wore on. Then I remembered Bob’s comments about old habits, and I got a bit scared. I searched the bathroom and the other bedrooms on the way down the hall. I picked up my pace and didn’t slow down until I saw her sitting on a stool in the kitchen. She had her back to me, looking up at a cabinet full of SpaghettiOs. Embarrassment creep into my bones.

“Ahh, that’s kind of a little obsession of mine.” I scratched my head trying to figure a way to explain my childish tastes. She didn’t move or respond. Something wasn’t right. I walked carefully around the counter, my concern was rising. As I got close, she turned to me. There were tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Adrian loved those. Sometimes, it was the only thing I could get him to eat.” I could see the pain in her eyes. I didn’t understand the context, but I knew it hurt bad. I pulled her to my shoulder and closed the cabinet.

“I’ll get rid of them.” I didn’t care if I ever ate another can. “I’m so sorry you saw them.” I didn’t know what else to say. I had no idea why they triggered so much pain.

She pulled away from my shoulder. “No, you’ll keep them right there.” Her crying had stopped, and the tears were smeared by my shirt. “They are good memories: Adrian coming home from school, the kisses and hugs.” She was tearing up again. “I tried to get him to eat better, but he loved that crap.” She was blubbering, half laughing, and half crying. I saw more pain, and I had no way to take it away. I asked the obvious question, the one I really didn’t want an answer to, but I knew she had to answer for me.

“Adrian is your son?” I gave it present tense, hoping I was wrong, but knowing where this type of pain comes from. I felt it when my Grandma died. She dropped her head back to my shoulder.

“Was.” She said quietly. “One minute, life was great, and the next, there was a cop at the door.” She was crying and holding me tighter. “One fucking accident, and my whole family was gone.” Even though I knew it was coming, I wasn’t prepared. I felt my Grandma’s death all over again as Mia dredged up the memories of her loss. I think I knew where the “get the fuck out of here!” came from. God help us, we were two sorry fucked-up individuals.

I led her to the couch in the living room, and we sat. I wiped the tears from my eyes and prepared to listen. “Tell me about Adrian.” I knew I had to know for her sake. He had to live again, if just for a moment in this room.

I listened for over an hour as she told me about Adrian and his father Carlos: their lives and their dreams. Adrian was obviously in line to be the next President of these United States. She was married for eleven years before the accident. Adrian was ten at the time. I noticed the color coming back to her face as she went on about Adrian’s exploits. I heard how he broke his arm climbing a tree and how he won a book contest, how he had drawings all over the house, and when he drew on the house when he was three. I envied Carlos those eleven years. She looked so alive reliving them. I could only imagine the amount of love in that household. When she was done, she sighed.

“I’m so sorry you lost them.” It was a useless statement, but I couldn’t just keep staring at her. She scooted over to me and laid her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her.

“I can’t even remember if I told them that I loved them that morning. It really bothers me that I can’t remember that.” She wasn’t crying or blubbering anymore. It was just a pain that wouldn’t go away.

“Even if you didn’t (which I doubt) they knew it.” If her description was even half way true, they wouldn’t have had any doubts.”It didn’t sound like your family was lacking in the love department.” I absently stroked her hair. I really like playing with her hair. It seemed so natural to be running my fingers through it. Her timing was a bit bad, but she said what I had already figured out.

“Heroin lets me forget them.” I was a little surprised that she didn’t use past tense. “I shoot up, and it all goes away.” She fluttered her hand in the air. I didn’t comment on her verb tense. I was hoping it was just a slip and not a Freudian one.

“You’ve got some of your color back.” I smiled. “What do you say to something to eat?” I wanted to get off the subject of heroin, at least for one more day. She sat up.

“Dale, you haven’t eaten either.” She had a concerned look on her face. “We’ve got to get something into you, too.” She stood and headed to the kitchen with determination. I followed happily. She seemed to be getting better by the moment.

We finally cooked the pancakes. I had syrup on mine, and she shied away from the sugar. Dry pancakes and water seemed to suit her stomach. We talked about nothing special as we cooked and ate. It was as if she had lived here her whole life. We decided to spend part of the afternoon down on the beach. The summer sun was shining, and we had been cooped up inside too long. I carried down one of the pool loungers so no one would have to sit on the sand. We shared the dumb umbrella.

She was still in my robe. We would have to do something about that. I didn’t even know where she lived. We lay listening to the waves. I tried not to stare as she exposed her legs to the warm air. They had a wisp of stubble but looked soft nonetheless. She probably also needed toiletries. In my mind, I was filling closets and bathrooms, and I realized I had her moving in. I knew I was moving too fast, but the thought was very pleasant.

“I don’t want to use again, you know.” It came out of nowhere. I was a little surprised that she was thinking about it.

“What?” It was a place holder. I didn’t have time to think, but I felt she wanted me to respond.

“I know I said it wrong. It just came out that way.” She lifted her head up and looked at me. “I can remember forgetting, and it was nice. I don’t want to do it again though.” She was still tempted, and it brought fear that I felt in my stomach.

“Then move in here.” It was the only thing I could think of. I had to keep her away from her old life. “I won’t let you use again.”

“You’d live with a junky?” She looked back to the ocean. I could almost feel her shame.

“You and all your sins are welcome. You’ll just have to pile them on top of mine.” I guess it was the right thing to say. She got up and cuddled into my lounger. She folded her hand around my neck and pulled me to her lips. They were soft and warm and tasted of dry pancakes. I prayed mine tasted like syrup. I hadn’t showered or slept in over a day. She didn’t seem concerned, so I let it drop from my mind and just enjoyed the sweetest lips in the world. It was much better than the waves. I knew at that exact moment that I loved her. The world would tell me it was too soon, insane, or just lust. For once in my life, I truly didn’t care what the world thought.

“I assume that was a yes,” I said, smiling like a five-year-old at Christmas.

“This is insane! We hardly even know each other.” She was holding both sides of my head and looking into my eyes. “This could go so wrong.”

“Letting you leave could only be worse.” I pushed her hair back behind her ear. Even though they were still a bit bloodshot, I found her eyes very pretty. “Stay with me.” I asked again.

“Yes.” She kissed me again, then laid her head on my shoulder. “I really love it out here.” We listened to the waves for a few minutes. But two unshowered people on the same lounger in the summer heat was a bit much. Mia stood up with a smile, grabbed my hand, and said, “Come swimming with me.” Her energy was returning with her color. I let her pull me out of the chair, and we headed back to the pool.

“I don’t think I have a suit for you.” I said stupidly. She smirked at my ignorance.

“Then you can’t wear one either.” I had slowed down a bit. For some reason, I felt my naked body might be a disappointment to her. The sun was still bright in the sky. My fantasies with her had always involved darkness and sheets on a bed. She sensed my hesitation and turned to face me. She grabbed my other hand and gently pulled me while walking backwards herself. She was wearing a mischievous smile. When we reached the pool patio she let go of my hands and slowly dropped the robe to the stones below. I had seen her naked while crying, sweating, and freezing. I had seen her naked in pain I wouldn’t wish on an enemy. I had never seen her naked with eyes that matched her heavenly smile.

 

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A Unique Gift – Chapter 15

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