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I?m here, it said. Layne let out a slow breath and hit the send button on his phone, then waited while the car idled at the curb. It was a torpid night - muggy - and the city reeked of human confinement. It was the eve of some transplanted third world holiday and the streets were humming, a simmering stew of anguish and celebration. Swaggering sidewalk idols stalked the pavement looking for a corner to happen on. Halfway down the next block a dark haired woman in a summer dress started screaming into the wide0p-open mouth of a screen door that wasn?t saying anything back. It was the wrong place to be at the wrong time, a double negative that failed to add up to a positive. Layne's phone beeped. kk, she sent back. He felt like a smoke. He?d showered before leaving his apartment, but his T shirt and lightweight, drawstring shorts already felt limp and sodden. He felt like a drink. He felt like a lot of drinks. The woman down the street was walking away, but he could still hear the ugly song of her rage fading into the distance. There were a dozen languages spoken on the streets of Dahlia's neighborhood. She could speak at least two of them, but the universal mantra was fuck this. She spoke that language, too. The passenger door swung open and a raw flower floated awkwardly into the passenger?s seat. She pulled the door shut and looked at him with a half smile that didn?t reach her eyes. The rest of her face looked anxious. He started to say hello but got caught up looking at her. ?Can you please just get me out of here?? He lingered a moment before nodding and turning back to the steering wheel. She had a grace that came from being young and smooth, but the way she moved never seemed to match her size, as if she didn?t like being as tall as she was. Almost as tall as he. Or having those long, strapping thick legs with breasts that came off as too small and dainty by comparison. She was wearing tight, cut-off denim and a beige tank top with spaghetti straps. Her long, dark hair was streaked with highlights and gentle waves she?d spent some time putting there. Her thick, plastic glasses sat low because they were too big for the size of her nose. She was always pushing them back up with her finger. On the car seat, her bare thighs did that thing where they fatten out a little. Her skin made him think of butter melting in the sun. He started the car and drove. They went three blocks in silence before he asked the obvious question, even though he already had a general notion of the answer. ?They?re just ?? she seemed to have to think of the right way to put it ? ?going off on each other again. I can?t fucking listen to it anymore.? He steered one handed and fingered back his longish, sandy blond hair. It was fine, straight hair, just a little sun bleached and beginning to show slender ribbons of premature grey. ?Your İstanbul Escort father?s drunk again?? ?No. More like still.? ?I thought your mother moved out?? ?She did. But she?s there most every night. It?s like they can?t live without the misery.? He hit the window buttons on the console and raised them. Some kids up ahead had a fire hydrant blasting halfway across the street. They got out of the way to let the car pass. He hit the wipers as he crawled through the momentary deluge but there were a few seconds of driving blind. The hydrant would probably be blasting all night. The city wouldn?t send a crew to Dahlia?s neighborhood after dark. ?Some people are just wired that way,? he said. He was going to say how she needed to get away from them both and breathe the air of the rest of the world, but it would?ve been the hundredth time. She was twenty and doing everything she could think of to get to college somewhere out of the city. Or maybe find a job somewhere. But she didn?t have money or a car, not even a driver?s license. ?Those two are wired like a car crash.? Layne just nodded. They were driving through a section of abandoned factories. He opened the moon roof and watched pale streetlights slowly strobe across Dahlia?s face as they rolled down streets of ominous shadows. He felt a momentary urge to hit the brakes and put his mouth against the hollow between her collarbones. He imagined she?d taste faintly of salt. She was ripe with a gawky beauty that didn?t know where it started or ended.He?d never met her father. Back when he was fucking her mother there wasn?t any point in it. He didn?t have to meet him to know Dahlia?s father was a man chased by so many ghosts for so long he?d finally become one of them. The dichotomy of Dahlia and her family didn?t make sense ? vital, clumsy dancer of silk and cream born on a derailing train. ?Why didn?t you just go out with your boyfriend?? he asked. Dahlia sighed, pushing the dainty pouts of her breasts into her thin top. ?Because he got arrested again. And he?s gonna be gone a long time on this one. And I?m not waiting around for somebody who can?t figure it out.? ?You don?t have time for that,? he nodded. ?Yeah. I know.? She nodded as if she knew all the convoluted angles of the nightmare carnival of a life everyone around her kept trying to shove down her throat.But she didn?t. He knew it, and in the end, so did she. He was trying to think of something terse and profound to tell her ? something that would lay it all out nice and neat in a way she couldn?t argue with ? but everything that went through his head sounded idiotic. In the moment, anything that seemed important finally sifted down to the way her inner thighs shimmered in the pale glow of the dashboard light ? that, and the dark hint of a curve where the delicate teacups İstanbul Escort Bayan of flesh plunged behind the neckline of her top.He wondered if she knew how tired he was of pretending not to want her the way he did. He wondered if she was tired of pretending not to be aware of it. ?Wanna go to the beach?? he finally asked.?Really? It?s gonna be dark in a while.??Best time there is.? ?Um?yeah, okay.? Her tone had that yeah sure if that?s what you think we oughta do attitude behind it, but smug and self-conscious were all over the curl of her vaguely sinful mouth as she looked forward and nodded. A moment later they were slipping under the rusting highway overpass until Layne was pushing the car around the long curve of the entrance ramp onto the highway. She started drawing figure eights with her finger on her thigh. ?Do you still think about my mother? I mean ? like you did before ? when you were fucking her?? She was looking at him. He turned to her but then turned back just as quickly to keep his eyes on the road and shook his head. He lowered the rear windows and gave the gas a gentle punch. With all the windows and roof wide open the car filled with a cool/warm wind. Dahlia leaned back against the headrest and closed her eyes. Long, fine strands of hair whipped around her placid face. The smile playing on her lips spoke of some arcane inner dialog. It was a subtle smile, but there was something selfless and unrestrained in it, too.He punched the gas a little harder and the aging 323 began to spread its wings. Dahlia?s fingers pressed into the meat of her lush, inner thighs. Layne's heart dove into a long fall off a cliff, but he leaned on the gas even harder. The girl's spine arched ever so slightly while her fingers pressed deeper into her flesh.He wasn?t sure when she figured out he?d been fucking her mother, but it wasn?t long before she started showing up to hang around his office or the café down the block where he escaped for his own little mental health breaks. It wasn?t long before the text messages and nighttime calls started. Neither of them ever mentioned anything to Dahlia?s mother about knowing each other.Whatever it was, it was something of their own.He eased off the gas and her fingers gradually stopped grinding into her thighs, though she kept her eyes closed.?How come you and my mother quit fucking?? she asked without opening her eyes.?Because I was just an experiment in courage for her,? he said. ?After she left your father we just fizzled.??Did it have anything to do with me??He didn?t answer, and she still didn?t open her eyes, but her lips curled deeper into her smile.He pulled off the highway and the air cooled down as he drove through a series of streets that felt dark and deserted after the city. They were moving through a neighborhood of summer beach homes. Most of them were occupied, Escort İstanbul but everyone was inside at this hour, settling down to the soft hum of their air conditioners. Dahlia opened her eyes to look at the quiet, manicured streets. The area was filthy with manicured lawns and flowerbeds.They turned onto the last street that followed the shape of the shoreline. The houses along the water were further apart, and he drove until the road dead-ended. He pulled into the last driveway, curving around the side of a moderately sized cottage.?What is this place?? Dahlia asked as Layne shut off the engine.?The beach,? he said. ?C?mon.?He got out of the car and she followed him behind the house. He crossed the wide backyard to an old set of stone steps that dropped a few feet down to the beach. When he sat down to slip off his sandals, Dahlia stepped onto the sand and let her flip flops fall off her feet.?Does somebody live here or something?? ?Not really,? he said. ?My family owns it.? She looked at the house and then out at the dark beach. ?Nice.?He stood up and they walked toward the water, leaving their sandals near the steps. Dahlia walked close and their elbows kept nudging so he took her by the hand and they kept walking until their feet were touching water.?I wanna go in,? she said after a long but easy silence.?Go ahead. Then later you can shower inside if you want. I know where the key is. There should be water, but probably no electricity.??You have to take me in,? she said, squeezing his hand.?I?ll be right here,? he said with no intention of getting wet past his knees.?You?ll be fine.??Nooo, you gotta take me in. I don?t know how to swim.??Seriously??She gave him the combination of a pout and sneer he?d only seen a couple times before. He let go of her hand and pulled off his T shirt. She looked unsure of what she should do next, but when he stepped back on dry sand and untied his shorts, letting them drop off, she took the same step back.He watched her trying not to look at him in nothing but his dark boxer briefs as she opened her cut offs, unzipped them and shoved them down over the broad sweep of her hips. Her panties were scant and probably a little too small considering the way they were riding her ass and haunches. Layne thought they were probably sheer, too, but it was hard to be sure when there was only a quarter moon to go by.She started to take her top off, but then hesitated. He knew she was conscious of his watching her, feeling her consider the moment and everything it was made of. Desire and uncertainty. Layne stepped as close as he?d ever stood to her and gripped the bottom hem of her top.?Might as well let it go. It?s not gonna do you much good soaking wet.?She lifted her arms and let him pull the top past her lush mane of hair, fumbling over her glasses and then up her arms and off. The pout of her breasts almost made them seem bigger than they were. They were capped with pale sienna areolas that covered nearly half the surface of each puff. Dahlia looked away from his face but he drew her back with a finger on her jaw. They were nearly eye to eye. Layne could hardly breathe. He placed his palms against each side of her neck.
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