She unbuttoned her blouse and her bosom sprang forth with the ferocity of a lioness protecting its cubs. Like the elusive centipede, her image scurried across the bedroom of his mind, hiding in every nook and cranny, dodging his advances like a sprightly cat. But he had her at last and planed to be as languid as the rising sun after a sleepless night.
“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice permeating the room like the smell of hidden cake on the eve of one’s birthday. His eyes ran along her back like the nimble fingers of a scientist, seeking to understand all of his impurities and evils yet unknown. Yet, despite his education, he lusted to do to her what any auto mechanic or plumber would.
“Bend down for me, please,” he requested, his speech as innocuous as that of a toddler, with no hint of the chocolate covered hands that waited to soil the immaculate dress of his mother. Eyes would wince as though in the presence of onions if they knew the treatment that was to follow.
It was an event that she knew would one day come. She had both feared and anticipated it, but it was the judgment of her friends the she was most apprehensive about.
“You’ll be wearing a brace by the time I’m done with you,” he said, with a grin as wide as a waning moon. “That’s how severe your scoliosis is.”
