Jennifer saw her own house, and barely stopped her car inches from her brother’s car. Jennifer knew where she was going now, Mom, she needed her Mother. She left the car door open, the engine running, and lights still on. She lunged for the front door, and opening it found her Dad and her brother Shawn in the living room. She didn’t look at them twice, she walked by wailing her broken humiliated heart into the night. She walked through the house, searching for her Mom. Her legs were stiff, barely working, she didn’t hear her brother and father calling her name. She found her Mom in the master bedroom, watching television. Her Mom looked up at her, and jumped to her feet calling for Jen. Jennifer noticed that the edges of her vision was dark, she threw her arms around her mother, holding on for dear life. Trying to grab something she could trust, something she could rely on. From a corner of her mind, Jennifer heard her Mom, talking to her Dad and Brother. ‘You two go now, leave. The night overpowered her; she breathed in deeply, breasts rising in the dusky purple depths above The City, and nipples taut as rope. Stars crested the maroon sky, then faded into rare flashes at the horizon. A massive full moon ascended like a bubble, amidst faint misting clouds. The heat was tropical. She was a singer. Weren’t all women once? She had the calling of the Siren, a Lorelei, destroyer of men. Circe, sorceress, witch. A voice so steeped in magical chant and ecstatic, holy praise that God Himself would have seduced her just to listen as she reached her climax. In lilting jazzy riffs of moans and little pattering breaths; in low, agonized releases, in snarling, animal howls she was a singer. Awaiting a man to sing to. Thinking of the man she awaited, often in the nights, her fingers would wind their way along her skin, over the slopes of her hips, to the center of her thighs; wet lips there that clasped at her hands, sucking them in slowly, a sharp twisting grind of her.
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