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Hungry Like the Wolf

Damaris knew very well what had happened that night, but she would not say a word…Her word did not mean anything anyway after what had happened with Gui–after they found out that she had lied about everything about their marriage.

She knew they would find out she had lied, but she wanted to make sure that he did not come looking for her. She did not want to be saved. Gui was a good man, he wanted to save her and there was nothing she wanted less.

She made him think that everything had been a joke, that she had not meant it anything serious when she married him.

She had…

When she came back to New York she was looking for it seedy and dark, because that was what she wanted…

…or at least what she thought she deserved. She knew that Gui would want to save her because he would want to save her the way be could not save Carole—the way none of them had been able to save her sister.

She was currently afraid to toss and turn in the guest room even, because the huge man and slight woman who watched over her seemed responsive to her every shift in the bed.

Damaris had come here because she needed some certainty in her life money-wise and Graham had always helped her. She actually was sad that Graham had died, because he had always been very kind to her…in many, many ways. Kind but removed…

She had tried to come onto him, but he was never interested in her. Again, it was because of Carole. Carole set the bar, and she was not able to raise it or get past her sister’s memory.

Even when they shared a man, Damaris was not the lead sister. They looked so much alike, but people were more drawn to Carole.

Had Harry been reminded of Carole as well when he was with her? Or was he drawn to her? At the bar had not been their first time. When she had watched him and Sabrina—Nyla now—having sex, she knew that she had opened Pandora’s Box.

“You like to watch?” he had questioned her not right after, so that when he asked her she was a bit taken aback.

Damaris looked at him.

“I could see you even from a distance,” he said coming close to her. “Wet, hot…”

Damaris opened her mouth to talk, but his lips were over hers quickly and she pulled his hand to touch her…because she was still wet, hungry.

He teased her, and ran his finger over and over the thin strip of hair just about her wet, hungry lips. Damaris squirmed because she wanted him. She knew what he could do because she had watched him–she had seen him fuck. He pressed his finger right at the tip of her divide, and she practically came from that…

She remembered very well how the night after that had unfolded, Damaris thought, her hand between her legs…but it did not matter anymore.

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Survival of Fortune

Oscar did not know how he was going to survive this latest romantic dilemma he found himself in. He had been in enough…

Eliza…

Polly….

Sally…

Chloe…Chloe…

This thing with Chloe had not been something he had expected at all.

But Chloe had been full of surprises. He had not known about her at all from Sally, even though this was the second run of their relationship. When he did find out about her, he thought she was going to be a young girl—she was a young woman instead, and was working on his playing field.

He definitely had not expected that he would work on a project with her, and have so much in common with her. That she would be unlike any woman that he had met.

Sally had had to leave for work—her leaving him alone with Chloe had not helped. They were all animals after all… He had been seeing Eliza for another possible run of their relationship when he started with Sally again.

Relationships for him were constantly evolving, morphing into something else. It was like they were never ending, because he had had moments with Polly where they could have been a thing again but they had not let it be. He seemed to move in and out of relationships in an almost aquatic manner.

But at the end of all of this was Chloe. She was asleep on his chest, and her sweet scent combined with her soft skin against his was all he wanted to think about. She looked like a sliver of Sally on his chest, but she also looked like herself. He was so intrigued by how she got him, and even though she was younger it was not an issue. She looked at him like she adored him when they were first together, he could barely keep his hands or his thoughts off of her.

He felt like he needed a fortune teller to let him know what was going to happen, or what he should do. Chloe was all he wanted now, and he was going to let his heart dictate his thoughts and actions.

Chloe stirred slightly on his chest, and he was hard wanting to be inside her again. But she was not awake so he just breathed deeply.

On his phone, he had a text which he read with his one hand because he did not dare move Chloe. He dropped the phone with that same hand, its heavy thud woke Chloe up.

”What is the matter?” she asked, caressing his chest.

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Rising from the Ashes

Nyla was almost not even surprised to see Paolo hoisting a kicking and screaming woman up in his arms. First she saw saw Carole, then she realized it was Damaris kicking and screaming. Again she was not the least bit shocked that she was a pussy blocker. Andres was still completely naked, but Nyla had grabbed a sheet which she draped about her strategically.

“What are you doing in my house?” Nyla asked wearily. A part of her was happy that Damaris was still alive, after everything with Harry. But she was not pleased to see her in her house at all.

Damaris stopped kicking and screaming, and stared at her upside down.

“I heard Graham had passed, and I wanted to pay my respects. This is…your house?” Damaris questioned.

Nyla pulled her sheet about her, and her reflection in the distance made her look like Lady Liberty.

“This is my house.”

“So you…”

Nyla nodded.

“I wanted to work again, I know you and Carole…”

“Put her down Paolo, but watch her.”

Naked Andres stood beside Damaris and watched her as well. Damaris, her eyes filled with tears, prostrated herself before her and Nyla immediately had Paolo and Andres pick her up.

“Don’t Damaris, there has been too much already between us.”

“I know…”

“Would you tell me what happened?”

Damaris wiped the tears from her face, but it was a fruitless effort.

“I can’t remember, my therapist says that I blocked it out. I only remember that Harry and I were in the middle of … and then I was in the hospital.”

“Are you lying like you always do because this is not the time…”

“I do not remember my Queen, I do not remember.”

Nyla was not sure if she believed her or not, but she was too tired to ask her anything else. Why did it even matter now? She had left Harry so long ago it seemed, Graham died and she was not sure what she wanted to do now except to maintain this business that she had inherited.

Damaris even in a lesser state—she had lost weight and looked fragile—could work for her. Nyla believed she would rise like a phoenix, because she had no choice but to.

Just like her.

None of them had any other choice, did they?

“I can employ you again, but you have to take care of yourself. You look like you are not.”

“It has been hard for me,” Damaris said. “I am trying to get my life back together.”

“I will help you, but you cannot come here again like this.”

Damaris nodded, and the slump of her shoulders made Nyla feel sad.

“Where are you living these days Damaris?”

“I am a nomad. I do not have a place anymore, and I do not have enough money to go back home.”

“You can stay here for the night in the other house, and we will talk business in the morning.”

“Thank you my Queen.”

Nyla turned around, and she could feel the heat of Andres’ body behind hers. He followed her silently back to her bedroom.

Her body was an extinguished flame when he lie down beside her. What was going to happen before was the last thing on her mind, but she wanted him close to her. Wanted the heat of his body pressed to hers. It made the fire inside of her flame and fan, but her mind was consumed with Damaris being there and if it had been a good idea to let her stay.

Andres pulled her closer to him, and she was aflame. He was intuitive enough to know that she was not in the mood for love, but that she still wanted his touch. His hand slipped between her legs as her own did late at night when she was hungriest for him. He did not part her lips, but instead grasped her with possession and delight at once. She led his hands to her breasts, and he massaged them making her retreat to practically another world.

She would be his, it would come soon enough she mentally purred as he caressed her lips and she fought herself from moving against his hand to make herself come because this was not about that.

This was just comfort, and she needed it.

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Noise

Not sleeping with Andres was becoming as detrimental to her, as Nyla thought sleeping with him might be. Sitting next to him in the car was almost unbearable. She had just come from an unpleasant meeting concerning Graham’s—well now her—business. She had been running away from this very business for a very long time…and now it was hers. It gave her everything she had ever wanted, and now she had to maintain it.

She was used to this life, and she had the lives of others in her hands.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Andres looked at her in the car. For a fraction of a second, she could see that he had looked at her. He usually was so much more controlled when they were out. But this fraction of a second look—for him—was a loss of control. When they got out of the car, he stood a fraction of a inch closer to her than Paulo did, and she could feel all ninety-eight point seven degrees of him scald her.

When she took her clothes off moments later, she cringed at what felt like an actual burn when she was naked. She was so hot, she thought she was going to combust—wouldn’t she? Her body was so overheated, and she was still floating round with blue balls or whatever was blue about women when they did not…

She would not go to him again. Even though it had ended up being sexy as hell when she did, this time she needed him to let her know that he was going to take her—that he wanted to take her.

So she slept another restless night. When she was close to sleep, she imagined her pillow and sheets were Andres and she whispered words she was not sure she wanted to say…

They visited Graham’s grave even during a torrential rainstorm the next day—it was the least she could do. Neither Paulo, Gráinne or Andres complained. When she walked back to the car, knees dirtied by the soil from when she knelt by his grave Gráinne took her hand.

Nyla walked back to the house ahead of all of them when they arrived home. The rain poured down around her from under her umbrella so hard, she savored the dry inside of the house and stood still. Inside her head was so loud. All the noise from everything in her life surrounded her.

“Are you okay?” Gráinne took her hand again.

Nyla nodded, and the two women walked to her room where she got dressed for the house. They had left the door open, and Andres walked by. He looked in at her, as Gráinne combed her hair.

They were all so used to the roles assigned them by Graham, it made their lives so uniform and routine they did not even realize it was a good thing.

Until he was gone.

Now Nyla worked hard to keep everyone’s lives including hers tranquil. The money from the business was part of that tranquility.

When Gráinne stopped combing her hair, she patted Nyla’s back and kissed the top of her head. Andres stood there, still looking at her.

Then he walked away.

Nyla knew, she knew.

That night, she wore nothing. She did not put even a thin gauzy nightgown on. Naked as the night, she fell asleep before Andres came to her. He was just a dark shaow at first, but then the moon shone on him. He got into the bed with her fully dressed in his suit. Nyla looked into his eyes for permission, and he nodded as she climbed on top of him and took off his clothes. He had come there, but she still had to show him she wanted him. He held her as she pulled hungrily at his clothes, but still with a great deal of decorum. When he was unclothed, she straddled him and looked to see what he wanted.

“Kiss me,” he said, and she did. A long slow kiss with her mouth and the front of her body, and when the words came to her mouth that she had uttered alone the night before she bit her lip. Andres bit her lip too. Nyla’s body throbbed with rising desire when lightning flashed, and there was a scream.

Andres ran naked out of her toom, and she ran after him. It was like déjà vu, and she was terrified of what was to come…

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Fantasy B

Chloe rubbed her eyes because this could not be happening. She was not sure how it had happened–it was a bit of a blur to her–but what she did know was that she was watching the top of Oscar’s head as he went down on her.

She ran her hands through his hair, and the heat of his scalp felt like lava under her hand. When he looked up at her, she melted. His eyes were warm and directed at her.

It was that look they got them into this position, but it was so sincere. They both wanted to be here. He spread her legs wider, kissed the wet with desire skin there and Chloe trembled as she moaned. Oscar caressed her shaking legs.

“I am sorry,” she hissed, out of breath.

“Sorry for what?” Oscar asked, as he moved up to kiss her. His hand was under her shirt, and she placed her hands over his. “What?”

When they broke apart from their kiss, Chloe looked at him, and sighed.

“I want you,” she said helplessly, and he kissed her again.

Chloe was eager to have him inside of her, eager to feel the warmth of him inside of her.

“I want you,” he answered simply.

When he moved to climb on top of her, Chloe surprised him by getting on top of him instead. Looking in his eyes and never looking away, she held him and pushed him inside of her. Full of him and him touching her in just that spot, Chloe started to move. She had never been on top before, but she needed to be on top of Oscar. She needed to let him see that she wanted him in her–how much she wanted him in her. She kept her eyes on him, as she grinded her hips. It made her happy to see that she was pleasing him, made her happy that had she was in control of her own pleasure. That whatever movements she made, was going to enhance their pleasure.

Oscar touched her which she was happy for because she needed him to touch her, and any touch from him made her feel that maybe…he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Tired from riding him, Chloe came with a laziness that made her smile, as he moved her hips for her and made her fuck him harder which made another orgasm burst inside of her. It was too much. She fell over him spent, and he held her close to him.

This was better than any fantasy she had ever conjured about him, but the repercussions were deeper than any of her fantasies.

This was real, and what were they going to tell her mother?!

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Fantasy A

Chloe imagined that she was at work, and Oscar saw her with all of the other interns that he lumped her with when he mentioned her to her mother. He pulled her aside and she was startled, even as she savored the rough grip of his hand on her bare arm.

“Chloe, I just wanted to let you know that I did not mean to lump you or any of the interns together. I mean, I guess I am just so old here and you know. I just …” he smiled. Chloe nodded, he did not have to do this, she felt bad enough and this was not helping. “Chloe…” She looked up at him helplessly. “I especially did not want your mother to know I had noticed you. How could I have not?”

The way he looked at her, and the way his long torso swayed toward made her swoon, but she had to resist it–to make her fantasy last and because it was better for the plot.

“That is not good, no!”

She tried to turn away, but his voice lured her.

“You noticed me too Chloe, I know you did. I have seen you looking at me.”

“No!”

“You never looked at me Chloe?”

He studied her face, and she shook her head weakly.

“No, I never–”

“I saw you looking me up and down. Especially down Chloe. Was there something you wanted to see down there?”

“I never!”

“Come to my office Chloe. There is something I want to show you…”

“I don’t want to see anything…”

Chloe fast forwarded–this was awkward and fumbling and she wanted to get to the good stuff!

On her knees, her blouse and bra off Chloe sucked Oscar expertly. She usually liked older men because maybe she did have daddy issues? She liked feeling younger and cared for with an older man. They usually adored her because she was younger and catered to her.

Oscar as it was, caressed her face and hair tenderly as she sucked his balls. Her mouth taking them in and out with suction but not making any noise. She kissed them, and licked the root of his penis. He tasted so good she imagined, she could not get enough of him.

He squirmed because she was good at what she was doing. But it was when he pulled her face away, and kissed her that she paused.

“I want to taste you Chloe. I want to see how sweet you are…”

Chloe had never had anyone do this to her in real life, and she wanted it. She wanted someone to kiss her there, lick her there and make her feel wanted and beautiful there and everywhere.

Oscar knelt beside her, and asked her to sit where he was. For a moment, Chloe remained on her knees overwhelmed. He looked at her with the warm eyes she had seen over dinner that night toward her mother–Chloe repurposed that with the warm sorrowful look he had given her.

When she sat down and Oscar opened her legs, Chloe sighed in her fantasy and in reality. She placed her hand between her legs just for the warmth as Oscar went down on her in her head. She touched his hair, and he licked her harder reaching for her breasts. He grabbed them, and she thought she was on fire.

“Wider Chloe,” he commanded. “I want to taste your core.”

That was it, Chloe came so suddenly and so hard, she thought she had passed out before rubbed her eyes and curled onto her side.

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Heavy

Nyla was exhausted—what else could she be? Her body was heavy with lust, but she knew that Andres was right. If they were together she would be his, and she was terrified of that. Not of him, but of getting close to someone and not knowing where it was going to go again…if they would die.

She looked into his eyes when he told her she would be his, and felt the heat in her eyes match his. It was so easy to swoon, and touch herself at that moment. Her fingers between her legs, and then up toward her breasts. Nyla could barely stand, she was so heavy with lust and she wanted Andres to touch her. Anywhere.

He let his finger dawdle between her breasts, but as much as Nyla leaned into his touch, she knew he was not going to give into her.

“I want you, but not like this,” he sighed. She looked down, as he pulled her to him. “When we are together, there should not be sadness or any other conflicting emotions. It should just be.”

Nyla pulled away from him, and looked up into his eyes. She knew he wanted her, but she would not push him.

Then.

As heavy with lust as her body was, she moved like syrup to his quarters. Nyla was not sure what she was going to do, but she was there. Through his outside window, she saw him. Large, naked and with his hands on himself, the way she wanted to be-hand, mouth, something! Watching him manipulate himself the way he was, with his eyes were focused on his thick shaft made her swallow hard. That was exactly what she wanted, as he wrung his shaft itself with one hand and caressed his head more softly with the other. The room vibrated with his intermittent moans. Nyla slipped her hand between her legs because she could not help it! What was she supposed to do when he was fucking himself and she could only look?

But when her moans got louder than his—Nyla opened her eyes to Andres walking toward her. His stride was as purposeful and intimidating as it was when he was fully dressed guarding her.

“I told you Nyla…” he started.

“I just want to watch, I promise. I could not stay away from you so I wandered over here. I have no agenda, I would have just as happily have watched you sleep.” Andres smiled, and took her hand. Nyla looked at him, as she gripped him the way he had gripped himself. He helped her move her hand the same way he had, which he had not needed to do. Touching him was instinctual, and she had memorized his movement in that short period of time. “You finish yourself off–go back and finish yourself off. I was not supposed to be here.”

“And what,” he smiled crookedly. “now I am only going to think about you.”

Nyla let her fingers linger between his breasts teasingly like he had done to her moments earlier.

“What were you thinking about before?”

Andres full out grinned, as he walked back to his bed, Nyla grinned at the view of him from the back, before he sprawled onto the bed like he was before. There was something a bit more lascivious about that sprawl though, as he looked at her and grabbed himself again. Hot and wet, Nyla did not dare touch herself.

This was his show.

He watched her as he started, and Nyla held his gaze even though it felt like she was taking away from his performance. But when he got into it, he was in his own world. He used the same movement masterfully with intermittent variation and mlike any great concerto he knew his winning notes. At his grand climax, Nyla watched him erupt and felt he deserved a thunderous applause.

But they were both silent, the only sound was their audible breathing and silent desire unfilled…

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Twisted!!!

It was so twisted!!! Chloe was a speed texter, but she could not even begin to type fast enough to get all of the words on the screen to her best friend!

She had been interning in the same city as her mother for months, and barely even saw her. Her father had miraculously come back into her life, and was spoiling her rotten with her own apartment–and paying for all of her expenses. No complaints from her or her mother! Her mom had had her very young, and had worked very hard to get her own success which meant she was not around a lot. Her mother’s sister had taken care of her, and her mom when she was around. Chloe was not mad, she got her ambition from her mom and she was proud of that.

As was her mom.

But when she went to dinner with her mom to meet her new boyfriend, her mouth dropped. She knew him, he was her office crush. The first time she saw him, she was smitten. He was older than her, but it did not matter–Chloe was starstruck. She never had any interaction with him, and there he was sitting next to her age-appropriate mother. All Chloe wanted to do was crumple up onto the floor, but she had to walk forward and shake his hand.

She had no idea what they talked about after that. Chloe immediately excused herself to the bathroom where she was at a loss for words to type. Before they thought she was sick or something, she had to go back to the table.

“Isn’t it ironic that you work for the same company as me, and I never noticed you when you look exactly like your mother? I guess all of the interns look the same to me,” Oscar frowned, as he realized how that must have come off to her.

Chloe smiled to reassure him, but she was hurt. The internship had just become her real job, and now she had to deal with a crush she could not have anymore. A crush who did not even know she was alive until now.

Dinner remained a din of words she could not remember even though she smiled and answered where she was supposed to–that was all she could do. Her mother hugged her after dinner, and Oscar hugged her to be less formal before she got into her Uber.

Chloe went to her apartment, and lie face down on her bed. She was too upset to cry.

Oscar’s scent lingered with her, as well as the feeling of his hard chest when he held her close to him. She closed her eyes and instead of tears, there were curtain call fantasies about Oscar that she had to have now–but never again.

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The Queen

Sabrina lie on the bed soaking wet, her body wet from jumping into the pool. Her eyes were wet as well–what was she going to do?

Gráinne caressed her cheek, and Sabrina placed her hand over hers. They looked at each other again, speaking their silent language. No one knew when Graham would be back, so there was endless anxiety.

When she closed her eyes, she felt Gráinne walk away from her. When she opened her eyes again, Andres sat across from her. The combination of excitement and fear that she felt was overwhelming. How long had he been there? Did Gráinne and Paulo know he was there? Did Graham come back?

Before she could open her mouth, Andres spoke somberly,

“There was an accident–Graham was in an accident. They called to tell us, I am here to take you to the hospital. You are his emergency contact.”

Sabrina sprung up. She threw on a dress which felt foreign to her, because she was always naked in the sun these days. Her shoes felt foreign too, because she was always barefoot. The four of them drove to the airport and boarded the private plane to the hospital.

Sabrina arrived, and was taken solo to Graham’s room. He looked up at her feebly, his gorgeous face bruised. She knelt, and kissed his hand.

“My love,” she said, as her eyes filled with tears.

He moved a single finger, so very different from how Andres had and she heard him moan.

She kissed the finger he had moved.

“You are the lady of the house, I need you to take care of things while I am gone. I need you to take care of everything Sabrina. Everything.”

“My love…all of the things for you.”

*** *** ***

Nyla never lingered outside anymore.

She curled into a ball in bed, as she thought about Graham and the coma he fell into shortly after she was with him. It was hard for her, but she visited him every day to see if there was any change, and then there was a change.

He died.

Now all she wore was black, and lie in bed when she was not taking care of his business. His business which she had run from, was now hers–he left everything to her. It was clear to her that she had to reinvent herself.

Again.

She was not Sabrina anymore, her new name as the queen was Nyla.

Nyla was the queen of this business and this house.

She kept her servants–she let them know that right up front. Andres and Paulo were even more essential to her, because she was a targeted woman. Underground, she was a woman that had a great deal of power. There was no way for her to get rid of it now, there was nowhere for her to run right now.

Not yet.

Andres and Paulo accompanied her everywhere. Including her daily visits to Graham’s grave. She placed a bouquet of roses there herself daily. The drive there was long, and Andres and Paulo sat on either side of her for the duration.

When she returned home, Gráinne literally had to bathe and dress her. Nyla lie on her side, and cried after.

There was nothing she was happy about, her life was a maze of doors she had run through and kept running through. Where would she end? She did not even remember who she had been in the beginning.

Then she saw him holding a rose.

“Graham?”

Graham walked toward her. He knelt beside her this time, and held her hand like she had held his the last time she saw him conscious.

“My love…all of the things for you…”

“Graham?”

She stood up.

“It is normally tortured souls that stay on earth they tell me, but I was tortured. I remembered you too much. So they let me come to say goodbye. Goodbye my only love, and you know there is love close to you.”

“Graham!”

But he disappeared.

“Nyla?!”

Andres ran into her room, and she looked at him dazed and confused.

“Hold me,” she cried.

“I can’t hold you Nyla,” Andres said. “I am not an eunuch.”

Nyla looked at him lasciviously, and slowly pulled off her already thin nightgown.

“Love me.”

She needed him, half of her pain was losing Graham and the other half was she knew she could be with Andres. His thigh pressed to hers in the car made her wet on the way to the cemetery each day, but she could not even touch herself because she felt guilty that she was not mourning Graham enough. Every time she looked at Andres, she wanted him so desperately she feared she would combust.

She mourned her dead lover and the man she wanted with the one breath.

“Nyla,” Andres’ breath was hoarse when he said her name. “You cannot take this back, if this happens you are mine.”

If he resisted her now, she would combust. She played with her breasts, and dipped her finger into herself. He could not tell her no now…

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Jawbreakers

Eliza dressed to the nines for Rafe’s events, he held her to his side and pictures were taken even though neither of them was big on them. Businessmen of his caliber were the object of paparazzi.

Laughter and small talk filled their entrance. Eliza talked to people who she only saw on these occasions, but who were basically best friends throughout them.

Onica was one of those, they laughed like teenagers while they caught up with each other. Eliza stopped laughing suddenly.

She turned and saw Oscar—and Sally. Quietly, she was pleased that Sally was seeing her all decked out and could see her appearance at her apartment was an aberration. But she did not know what Sally may have said to Oscar about their encounter, so she was wary.

Oscar walked over with Sally, who Eliza had to admit was stunning—as she had been when she visited her. Onica squeezed her hand and walked away, leaving her with Rafe. Oscar kissed her on the cheek, and Eliza was sure she was all colors as Rafe and Sally looked on.

“Have you and Sally met?” Oscar began gesturing for an introduction if needed.

“No,” Sally answered, and Eliza’s eyes widened. What? Why Sally lying?

Oscar pulled Sally to his side,

“This is my Sally,” he beamed holding Sally even closer if it was possible. Sally smiled, and looked at Eliza conspiratorially. Eliza smiled because there was nothing else to do, as she held Rafe’s arm.

“This is my husband, Rafe,” Eliza announced happily. Rafe shook Oscar’s hand, and then Sally’s.

The four of them stood there awkwardly as laughter bounced around them. Onica walked back over to them, and it was clear she picked up on something. She was very observant, and launched into a conversation about her teenage daughter and her escapades. Sally laughed,

“Sounds like my daughter!”

Eliza and Oscar turned to look at her. Her own skills of observation were enough that Eliza could tell Sally had not told Oscar about this daughter.

“Teenagers are a handful!” Onica continued. “This is Michaela.”

Michaela was a gorgeous girl who looked like her mother. Sally fiddled with her phone.

“This is Chloe, when she was a little younger. But this is her Instagram where the real pictures are!”

Eliza saw pictures of a young woman who looked exactly like her mother. Well the younger model looked more carefree, whereas her mother looked stressed and anxious. Oscar stared between the pictures of Chloe and Sally. Eliza wondered at how it was going to end that night for them.

Sally flashed to a picture of Chloe with an impossibly large jawbreaker in her mouth, and could not help but think how that image mirrored so perfectly the current tense situation.

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