Damaris moved about New York City like an alien. She said that she had visited the city before, but she did not have Carole’s finesse in it.
“You know she looks like Carole, but she is not Carole…” Sabrina said to Gui, surveying him as he could not keep his eyes off of Damaris.
Damaris looked like Carole, except she was more golden. More polished. She’d had all the trappings of respectability, and Sabrina knew from Carole that Damaris had never been close to her. Sabrina felt like she could see beneath the other woman’s veneer. She did not like her around Harry, and she felt nervous for Gui even though he was already involved with her.
“She is not a witch at Salem!” Gui exclaimed in a soft whisper. “You are acting like she should be burned at the stake! I am not pretending that she is Carole…”
“How could you not?!” Sabrina hissed, and turned to look at him watching Damaris wait on the line for the bathroom of the posh restaurant that Damaris had insisted on going to—treating them too.
Sabrina looked at him, and the tears in her eyes fell. Gui pulled her closed and kissed her mouth. She chewed on his lip, and closed her eyes for a moment cherishing their previous intimacy which served as a tenderness that she really needed at the moment.
“What does Harry think of her?”
Sabrina released his lip. As she was about to tell him, Damaris waved over at Gui. He smiled a small smile, and Sabrina knew exactly what was going to happen next. Without even looking at his crotch, Sabrina knew Gui’s tells and knew he was hard. Damaris did not own anything that obscured her Coca-Cola bottle shape, and easily enticed.
Gui followed her into the bathroom, and Sabrina had to get up behind him because they did not completely close the door behind them. Sabrina had to be the lookout—but she could not help but look in.
Look in at Damaris bent over the bathroom sink—fine porcelain sink, with faux-jeweled fixtures. Sabrina wondered where was the attendant, as Damaris displaced perfume bottles, candy and lotion as Gui plowed her. They went right at it because they were only there for seconds, before their naked pelvises were in action.
All of this was very beguiling, but it was Damaris’ reflection in the mirror that almost confirmed to Sabrina that Damaris was indeed some kind of witch!!!
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She does have a strange quality about her. Like she’s Carole but not quite Carole.
yeah, i am still trying to figure her out…all i fo know is she os grieving which lets me forgive her for a lot
of her trespasses