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Residing between an abandoned amusement park and a seedy strip club, the Parkside Motor Lodge and Cocktail Lounge did its best to distance itself socially from its neighbors.
Turquoise script displayed its name in flickering neon while letters that glowed in icy blue and blushing pink promised that every guest would enjoy refrigerated air and the convenience of in-room adult movies.
Time and an abiding disappointment in its surroundings wore heavily on the Parkside.
The lounge was no more, its doors chained and pasted with timeworn billings of cover bands and Karaoke nights.
A cardboard vacancy sign taped to the office window was just the latest in a long succession of indignities.
The motel lay in the shadow of a giant Ferris wheel, the rusting legacy of the Parkside’s bygone neighbor.
It stood in silence above the chaos of crumbling macadam, chain link fences, and gutted rides overgrown with weeds.
The ring of blackened steelwork, with its geometric web of supports and hanging cages, was visible for miles.
When the amusement park closed its gates for the final time, the motor inn became an afterthought.
Minivans loaded with vacationers no longer nosed between its painted white lines.
Still, the old institution had purpose, which it fulfilled with the regularity of the setting sun.
Late on a certain Monday night, from the stop light at the mouth of the driveway, a motorists would turn his head and detect shadowy movement in the dim lobby.
***** Alice McCarthy stood at the counter and watched a large woman lick powdered sugar from her fingertips.
Greasy crumbs swept across the surface as a half-eaten doughnut rejoined its doomed comrades in an open paper box.
The night clerk pulled her bifocals down the bridge of her nose and squinted at the driver’s license in her hand.
Alice looked at her watch for the third time in as many minutes, her thumb and toes tapping in rhythm.
For the love of God, she scolded herself, stop fidgeting.
She turned her head toward the prattle of a television, grateful for the distraction.
It was bolted to the ceiling just beyond a coffee station stacked with Styrofoam cups and little pink packets.
The screen glowed with the image of Tom Selleck recovering a stolen manuscript.
Magnum PI? She thought.
They’re still running those? “For – the – last – TIME, Pete! Turn that thing DOWN!” Alice jumped at the eruption from the woman’s impressive lungs and the slam of her palms on the desk.
Two lasers glared across the lobby toward the arrangement of corduroy and chrome furniture facing the flat screen.
“You’re supposed to be WORKING! What about these lights? How’m I supposed to see over here?” A mustachioed little man wearing black shoes, dress slacks, and a white wife beater greeted the imposing female’s blistering stare with a goat-toothed smile.
“I’ve just been reading, Loretta.
I wasn’t watching.
” “I can see that.
” The woman looked sideways at Alice and shook her head.
She struggled to soften her tone.
“Just turn down the sound on the television… okay? It’s giving me… a headache.
” “There’s a new study that says high testosterone levels don’t make men more violent like they previously thought.
It’s right here in Psychology Today.
” “You don’t say, Pete.
” Loretta leaned heavily on the desktop and chewed her lip.
“Says here they gave testosterone treatments to a test group of women since they practically don’t have any.
” Pete rose to his full height, roughly half that of Loretta by Alice’s reckoning, and held up the periodical with a bony arm.
“Pete, the sound.
I’m begging you.
” “They ran ‘em through all kinds of tests and found out the male hormone didn’t make the women any more aggressive than they were to begin with.
” “I bet it made ‘em stupider.
” “It’s all been verified, Loretta.
” “That’s relief, Pete, ‘cause I was startin’ to worry you might just go off on a rampage one-a these days.
” Pete picked up the remote and muted the sound before tucking a box of light bulbs under his arm.
Loretta muttered at the computer screen and pointed her elbows outward, pulling the wings of her heroic bra upward with a mighty heave.
Alice wished she hadn’t split that last bottle of beer with Tony.
A familiar, not unpleasant numbness buzzed along the surface of her skin and she needed to pee.
She knew she tended to be careless when she drank and this would not be the best time to attract attention.
  She was a married woman about to have an affair with a much younger man.
Odd how she hadn’t thought of it that way until the moment of truth, she mused.
Married woman… affair… younger man.
The words had a ring of intrigue, sophistication, sexual confidence.
Who am I kidding? She asked herself.
I’m scared shitless.
In a few minutes he’ll see me naked.
Loretta peered over her spectacles and fixed Alice with deadpan eyes.
An invisible defibrillator sent a thousand volts into Alice’s heart.
For an instant she was sure that all of her damning thoughts had spilled out of her mouth.
Loretta’s jowls shook as she stifled a yawn.
With a tiny shudder, she continued tapping her greasy keyboard with two thick fingers.
Alice told herself to get a grip; just stand here and don’t say anything stupid.
She took a deep breath and allowed her eyes to trail over glossy photos of roller coasters, flying teacups, and crowded snack stands nailed to the wall behind the reception desk.
She was drawn to the picture of the brightly colored Ferris wheel.
Alice remembered riding it as a child and watching the landscape rise and fall as the music played.
She noticed something that had a lasting impact.
Each time she was carried to the top, the view was different.
Clouds, people, cars, even the sheep in a distant field had moved or even disappeared.
Nothing ever stays the same, she said under her breath.
As Alice’s narrowed eyes moved from frame to frame, she noticed the steady glare of two bright lights in the neat rows of glass.
There was movement, something that caused the beams to flicker.
She turned around and felt her breath escape in a rush.
She had asked Tony to stay in the truck but there, on the other side of the wide lobby window, was his umbral form.
The sight of his unmistakable, athletic slouch against the grille, one heel on the bumper, sent a shiver through her alcohol warmed body.
More movement, the bend of an elbow, and the sudden intensity of a tiny red glow thrilled her in a way that she wouldn’t be able to explain, not even to herself.
With a sputter of light overhead the room brightened.
The picture in the glass transformed before her eyes like one of those 3D trading cards she’d had as a child.
Alice found herself peering back at a tacky little lobby with plastic, potted shrubs and an unsteady little man on a stepladder.
She wondered if the woman staring back at her was really Alice.
It couldn’t be.
Alice McCarthy was a wife of twelve years, mother of two, treasurer of the parent-teacher association.
She cooked for her family, helped with homework, and watched Dancing with the Stars on Monday nights.
She didn’t meet single men for drinks and rent motel rooms.
“One night?” I can leave right now.
I’ll tell him the truth.
I’ll tell him I can’t go through with this.
He’ll get over it.
Christ, he’s twenty; of course he will.
We can just kiss in the truck a while longer.
I liked that.
Maybe… “MA’AM?” “Wuh… oh!” Alice blinked and spun around to face the indifferent tilt of Loretta’s head.
She took a deep breath.
“Sorry.
Yes.
One night, thank you.
” He is just too fine.
She knew it was wrong.
She had come to this place at the edge of a dying city for one purpose.
She was here to have sex, to remove her clothes and spread her legs for a near stranger who was scandalously young.
It was what she had dreamt about for weeks.
It was immoral, yes.
Even worse, it was reckless.
She was putting everything she valued, everything, at risk.
By any reasonable standard, her life was full.
She had a large home, friends, a successful husband, and beautiful children.
Tony was an unbroken, young bull, a high school dropout.
She had a Master’s degree in literature for God’s sake.
To say they had nothing in common was laughably inadequate.
And who knew what he was capable of? He might be unstable, even dangerous.
No one in her right mind would do more than give his tight jeans a discreet inspection and later, during a steamy shower, imagine his hard buns while vibrating jets of water pulse between her legs.
That’s what a decent woman would do.
“You’ll need to sign here, hon.
” The woman craned her fleshy neck to look out the window past Alice.
“And write down your license plate number.
” “Sh-sure.
” Alice removed the chained pen from its holder and stared at the form.
Her mind was racing and her heart was thundering.
His plate number.
His plate number.
How am I supposed to know his plate number? She looked up.
“I, um… I’m sorry.
I can’t remember the…” “Just the make and model of your car, then.
” Loretta issued an elaborate sigh and studied the water stains on the ceiling with her puffy eyes.
Bitch.
“Okay… there.
” Alice fixed her with a tight smile.
Alice knew getting involved with an unattached, young male might be the biggest mistake of her life.
She could lose everything – her marriage, her friends, her home.
And the kids; their lives would be turned upside down.
She thought about the inevitable scandal and the delighted whispers.
What was she doing with someone so young? Why doesn’t she act her age? Her ruin would be complete.
She wanted him anyway.
Her body screamed at her when Tony was near.
It was a need she felt physically, a knot in the pit of her stomach that grew worse with each passing day.
There was no escape from it.
She found herself distracted and frustrated by the business of everyday life.
It was as if her mind only had room for the dark haired stranger who had somehow put a match to her.
  “Eighty-five.
” Loretta handed Alice back her license.
“I’m sorry?” “Dollars.
” Loretta tapped a painted fingernail over the rate card taped beneath the glass countertop.
“The room charge?” “Oh! Jesus.
” Alice dove into her purse and extracted a hundred dollar bill from her wallet.
She blew her bangs into the air and rolled her eyes in mock exasperation.
Loretta sucked in a belch and opened the cash drawer.
“Room 202.
Pull your car around to the right side of the building.
” Loretta lifted the corners of her mouth almost imperceptibly and slid the room key across the counter.
She curled one eyebrow.
“You want Pete to help you with your luggage, Missus McCarthy?” Alice heard a high-pitched cackle from the utility closet.
Loretta folded her meaty arms and looked her expensively attired guest up and down.
“No, thank you.
I’ll be fine.
” ***** Tony blew a long stream of smoke out of the side of his mouth and watched Alice.
He wondered what was taking her so long.
It bothered him that Alice was taking care of the room.
Knowing that you had to produce a credit card to rent a room these days, even when paying with cash, didn’t help his male pride slide down his throat any easier.
Tony wished they had gone to another motel.
He had too much history here.
But Alice insisted on finding someplace where no one she knew would ever be caught dead.
She picked the right part of town, he thought, as he heard a bottle break to the accompaniment of laughter.
  Alice was supposed to be meeting with a fundraising committee for the school expansion project.
At least that’s what she told her husband.
 Tony met her at the parking lot of a bus station where she slithered into his truck bundled up in a raincoat and scarf, looking for all the world like a spy.
 They’d sat in the motel parking lot drinking beer for almost an hour before she worked up the courage to go in.
He leaned against his pickup and looked over the peeling façade of the old place.
The Parkside Tony knew as a kid was unfailingly immaculate and always hopping.
On special occasions his mother would take him to the little café that used to adjoin the lobby.
Children racing along the corridors, suitcases rolling by on luggage carriers, out of state automobiles… it was a magical place to a little boy.
Tony peered into the lobby and frowned.
A strange little freak with a thin mustache was prancing around the lobby and the scary bitch behind the desk looked like she wanted to snap him in two.
Tony had wanted to accompany Alice to pay for the room but she wouldn’t let him.
He understood.
Even so, he kept an eye on her.
She didn’t have the instincts a neighborhood like this required.
Tony rested his elbows against the hood and gazed skyward.
Fucking Ferris wheel.
To Tony, it was the defining symbol of his existence.
Stuck.
What good is a wheel that doesn’t fucking spin? He thought.
He took long drag on his smoke.
Alice was looking through the glass at him or, rather, looking through him.
She had a lost look on her face.
He wondered if she was having second thoughts.
How could she not? She was beautiful, smart.
Rich as fuck.
She had everything going for her.
Why would she risk it all on him? He didn’t know how it had happened, their… connection.
Unlike Alice, he never concerned himself with the why of things.
All he knew was that he had never met anyone like her and probably never would again.
The funny thing was that Tony had been thinking about a different girl when he first laid eyes on Alice.
He was smoothing a trowel across a patch of wet concrete, replaying the events of the night before.
His mind was across town in a bedroom lighted by a single candle, the air laden with the pungence of sex.
A heavy breasted girl crouched astride him, supported by her hands on his shins.
Her full hips and buttocks rose and fell, seeping folds lacquering his stiff cock.
Breeze from a half open window turned the pages of an unfinished term paper and set them aloft one by one to land and slide across the wood plank floor.
They’d had to be very quiet.
Her father was a cop and no one would question the extreme measures required to subdue a dangerous intruder.
Tony growled and bit his lip.
He watched the stretched lining of her cunt drag along his rigid length on each excruciating, upward pull.
He breathed, trying to relax the muscles of his straining core, willing the pressure behind his pubic bone to calm.
He lifted his eyes.
The vampire from Twilight mooned at him from the ceiling while the bedsprings creaked.
He addressed the pouting movie star with a wink.
Pay attention, Fuck Face.
You might learn something.
He began to knead the cheeks that rocked in front of him, his thumbs sliding deep into the crevice to massage the dark skin around her little knot.
It pulsed to the action of the cock that plunged through her inner walls.
He swiped a finger over his slimy shaft, slid it around her circular ridge, and began to push.
A soft wail and a shudder…  Tony blinked in the sunlight.
The muted crush of tires on gravel brought him back.
The biggest SUV he had ever seen rolled through the gate.
It slowed as it passed him and came to a halt in front of the commissary.
It hesitated, glowing red, before white back up lights flashed at him.
Shit.
  Tony turned his head toward the street.
A collection of vehicles waited along the curb.
He sank back with his butt on his heels and contemplated a wedge of geese honking overhead.
He thought about Sister Frances, that tough old bitch.
She’d threatened to can him more than once for his gruff treatment of the food bank’s patrons.
It wasn’t that Tony had anything against the women in those cars, volunteers who streamed in from wealthy suburbs.
They were sincere enough, he supposed.
He just hated being around them.
He didn’t like the way they smelled or the way their puffy bellies spilled out of their designer jeans.
He didn’t like their endless chatter or the way they looked at him like he needed saving.
Fuck that.
All the salvation he needed was in six good numbers on a lottery ticket.
He stood and brushed his calloused hands together as the vehicle pulled even with him.
“Hi, um…” An enormous pair of dark sunglasses accompanied by dazzling teeth bobbed in the window.
“Hi… sorry.
Is this St.
Margaret’s?” “You lookin’ for the soup kitchen?” “YES!” It sounded more like relief than affirmation.
There was a jangle of keys and the car fell silent.
“No, no, lady.
You don’t need to get out of…” The door fell open and out she stepped, pushing her shades onto her thick hair.
She smiled and extended her hand.
Her grip was warm and firm and she looked him in the eyes.
“Alice McCarthy.
We…” She looked over her shoulder toward the waiting caravan and waived.
“We’re here to deliver supplies, food mostly, that we, uh… we…” “Collected.
Right.
”  He could tell right away that she was different.
For one thing, she was young.
Well, not young really, she had to be at least thirty, he thought, but she was younger than the others.
More than that, she had something he couldn’t put his finger on.
She seemed to have a kind of bounce about her.
She was friendly, that was for sure, and she didn’t look at him like he was about to steal her car.
“You’re?” “Tony.
I help out around here.
” He gestured toward the patched sidewalk.
He took a deep breath.
“Awright, lady, you can…” “Alice.
” “What?” “My name.
Alice.
” “Alice.
” He dipped his chin and raised his eyebrows.
She’d made him smile.
“I was about to say, Alice, that there’s a loading dock on the other side of this building.
You can pull your cars around one at a time.
I’ll find some help to get you unloaded.
” She squinted up at him in her painstakingly faded jeans as if waiting for additional instructions.
Tony thought the way she’d folded up the hems to her calves was sexy in a nerdy kind of way.
The rest of her ensemble consisted only of black cross trainers and a simple red pullover with sleeves pushed up to her elbows but she had the look of someone who had been raised, and kept, with unsparing care.
The way her hair fell perfectly into place, the healthy glow, and the country club looks all betrayed her station.
Alice tilted her head and brushed a lock of brown hair behind her ear.
Tony noticed her eyes drop to his lips.
“Today would be good… Alice.
” She snorted and sealed a hand over her mouth with a giggle.
“God! Right… Okay, Tony.
Today.
” She turned back to her car, shaking her head and mouthing silent words.
She’s cute, he thought.
He had trouble reconciling the cultivated voice, the expensive ride, and the big diamond on her finger with her youthful energy.
She seemed like… fun.
There was something else that he couldn’t identify, something that caused a tickling inside his chest.
“Hey.
” He eased the car door shut with a click and leaned into the open window with folded arms.
“I’ll check on you when I’m finished here.
You know… like, show you how we’re set up.
Okay?” Alice pressed her lips together and turned her crimson face back toward the windshield.
She emitted something that sounded like a stifled cough.
“That would… ” Her fingers were back on her lips and she nodded her head.
“M’kay.
” Tony fell backwards and glared when the Navigator lurched into reverse and instantly screeched to a halt, rocking on its suspension.
“Sorry!” Alice laughed openly.
“I’m okay… loading dock.
Got it!” ***** Alice was back at the mission the day after she met Tony.
She knew it was a stupid idea.
After all, she was a married thirty-six year old housewife and he was just a kid.
Happily married, she reminded herself.
What was she expecting to happen? What good would come of another look at him? She told herself all day that she wouldn’t do it, right up to the time she pulled past the gated of her driveway.
  She found him in a storeroom banging the cooling unit with a wrench.
Her mouth dropped open when she saw him.
Her mind hadn’t been playing a trick on her, she thought.
He looked as good as she remembered.
He had cut the sleeves off his thin flannel shirt and wore it unbuttoned, revealing a plexus of ridges from his chest to the frayed waistband of the jeans slung low on his hips.
One corner of his mouth slowly curled.
“Alice.
” She drank in the deep cuts that defined his shoulders while reciting her carefully practiced lie.
Some canned goods had been left unnoticed in one of the cars.
It was no big deal to drive over an hour into bowels of the city to deliver them.
The mission’s work was important.
It was the least she could do.
Tony nodded and probed inside the cardboard box in her hands while he listened.
Too late would Alice realize that the cash register receipt he extracted contained a date and time stamp.
“Uh huh.
” She thanked God for the microfiber top she’d worn.
She could tell from Tony’s expression that he was more interested in the way the white material clung to her little round swells and flat tummy than the provenance of a carton of beans.
Over the next four weeks Alice became a regular visitor, donating supplies, serving meals in the soup kitchen, and staying as close to Tony as the bounds of propriety permitted.
She became intoxicated by his unfiltered maleness.
It began with his looks, of course, the dark features and sleek, powerful body.
At first he kept his distance but his deep set eyes roamed over her in a way that made her feel like prey.
One day it happened.
He was leaning in the doorway watching her stack supplies, thumb holstered in his pocket.
He’d been quiet that day.
She missed the off color jokes and the insults that she loved.
In fact, he barely talked.
 Maybe he’s found someone, she thought; someone young and husband-free.
He didn’t even seem to notice as she slipped by him, chiding herself for wanting to cry.
She was already past him when a hand caught hers.
She dropped her bag when he reeled her in and crushed his mouth over hers.
***** On some level, he had known it from the moment he turned the key to his room.
It wasn’t going to work.
But feelings like this – impressions, perceptions – always get lost in the noise, he thought.
Deadlines, the argument with his girlfriend, itineraries, and a hundred other things, real things, pushed it to the outer rings of his consciousness.
The writer rocked on the back legs of his chair with his feet on the window sill and drummed a pencil on his knee.
He looked at the rank and file of stick men in his spiral notebook and flipped the page.
About face, boys.
He was there to write the opening scene of his novel, the one he’d owed his publisher for more than a year.
It would open in the amusement park he had known as a child – carousels with brightly painted ponies, bumper cars, arcades packed with video games, and the ever present screams from adrenaline-pumping thrill rides.
He thought that checking in here, the very room his parents had always reserved, would bring it all back in a rush of inspiration.
But writing is hard.
It’s a soul crushing, humiliating, fucking siege.
The old grounds didn’t speak to him.
The Ferris wheel that stood motionless among the desolation mocked his naiveté.
Maybe he was just distracted.
He couldn’t get Linda out of his head.
She’d said they needed to talk when he got back.
He knew it wasn’t good.
He was just going through the motions, she had told him, with her, with his writing, his kids… everything.
How could she love him when nothing seemed to mean anything to him? Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
I wish I didn’t love you, she said.
He heard a deep, guttural growl outside his window and stood to cup his hands against the glass.
Another psychopath joins the revival meeting, he thought.
The bikers had been drifting into the lot in ones and twos over the preceding hour like wasps returning to the nest after a busy day of predation.
Something else caught the writer’s attention.
A couple walked hand-in-hand, bathed in the red wash of a nearby police cruiser.
He was tall, rugged, and dark.
She appeared older but quite lovely and out of his league in most respects.
Sex, he thought.
He wondered if she was paying him.
He thought about the night before.
He had brought back a girl, the fawnlike dancer from the club next door.
He’d looked up from his Jack Daniels when the DJ announced her name.
Let’s give a warm welcome to the newest member of our Bottoms Up family.
Even the bartender stopped to watch her work, sweat beading over his lip as she rubbed the crotch of her g-string up and down the pole.
She crossed her arms over her chest and trembled when the door closed behind them.
He hadn’t realized how young she was until she stepped out from the rotating blue and purple stage lights.
She’d never taken money before, she said, her eyes flitting over the stained quilt on the bed.
It broke his heart and at the same time drove him crazy with desire.
The writer knew then that he was damned.
She was petite but her legs were long and she spread them wide.
Her wispy, blonde hair and fragile features belied a cunt that was plump and moist.
He touched her everywhere, turned her over, and pushed his fingers inside her.
He stretched her hands above her head and saw her mouth fall open when he finally staked her to the bed with his erection.
Soon her face was scarlet and the tendons in her neck grew taut.
Slender arms strained against the grip of a single hand.
How human pleasure looks so like pain, he thought.
The writer opened his laptop now and brought up a blank page.
Thoughts had begun to form like the faraway strains of a nearly forgotten song.
What began as unintelligible murmurs became a whisper.
He began to type, not knowing where the words would take him.
He knew it wouldn’t be what he came here for, those sunny days when everything was possible.
The park was gone.
The motel was shit.
This would be a different kind of story.
It was the Ferris wheel that had been speaking to him.
The wheel that turned and turned and went nowhere.
Going through the motions, he thought.
***** Alice pushed through the glass doors and stepped into the soft colors of the night.
A welcoming breeze carried the inviting, greasy aroma of fries from the drive-in across the boulevard and the echo of steel drums from a distant radio.
A broad shouldered male ran his fingers through a thick mane of black hair and pushed his buttocks away from the truck.
With a flick of a finger, a tracer of burning embers arced into the dark.
Alice was transported to a time when a beautiful boy, his car, and a full tank of gasoline held all the possibilities she thought she would ever need.
“So?” He approached her with a wide grin that would melt the polar ice caps.
“Is everything, uh… everything set?” Tony moved in close to Alice and slid a hand beneath her blazer to gather her waist.
His lack of inhibition nearly took her breath away.
Her groin bumped into the rock-like muscle of his thigh.
Being this close to him, she had a barely controllable urge to lick the aftershave from his face and throat.
Collecting herself, she swiveled her head toward the parking lot and then checked the lobby.
Loretta had resumed the annihilation of her pastry with a faraway look on her face and Pete was out of sight.
Alice bent an arm behind her to pry Tony’s hand away from her back.
She had to fight to escape the playful fingers that wove among hers.
She stifled a laugh and spoke in a low voice through her teeth.
“To-ny… please.
I told you.
.
.
you never know who’s wat-ching.
” She tilted her head and widened her eyes for emphasis.
“You were supposed to wait in the tru-uck.
” He knitted his eyebrows, sealed his teeth together, and peeled back his lips in a grimace.
“Why – are – we – talk-ing – like – this? No – one – can – hear – us.
” “You’re making FUN of me? Now?” Alice balled up a fist and threw a girlie right cross at his shoulder.
“Here? You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” She bit her lip, not wanting to encourage him with any sign of amusement.
“Pretty sure of myself?” His eyes widened.
“You did just rent a motel room.
” She jabbed him in the stomach.
“I want to hurt you right now.
” Tony took her index finger in his hand and stroked it with his thumb.
Headlights rolled across the curve of his dark eyes as an eighteen wheeler rumbled by.
He looked down at her and curled one corner of his mouth.
“I’m sorry, Alice,” he said quietly, softening the husky fray of his voice.
“I couldn’t help it.
You just… you look so cute, all nervous and jumpy like that.
” Alice shuddered and felt weak at the knees.
The misgivings she’d felt just moments earlier gave way to a nervous euphoria.
She knew now that it was going to happen.
All she could think about was stretching out naked on a bed and rubbing her skin against his taut muscles.
Once started, she wondered how she would ever be able to stop.
The thought both frightened and thrilled her.
Men found her attractive, she knew that.
Friends of her husband checked her out.
So did men at the service station when she filled her tank, even men at church and school.
But Tony was different.
He was young.
He was… well, he was hot.
She tried not to think about the perfect tits and asses that must be waived in his face every day, the young faces with flawless skin and carefree smiles.
“Your bedroom voice isn’t working, Tony.
” “Not even a little?” “Nope.
” “Well,” he lifted his free hand and wiped an imaginary crumb from her lip with his thumb.
“Then let’s go to the room and figure out what does work.
” Alice felt it.
She knew it wasn’t her imagination.
Her vagina had moistened.
She thought about the pretty new panties she had purchased for Tony’s eyes only and knew they would be soaked by the time he saw them.
She flushed at the thought of him seeing the tangible effect he had on her.
“Hold it.
” She scanned the parking lot as if seeing it for the first time, suddenly feeling exposed.
“We can’t be standing out here.
” Alice pulled her hand away from Tony and strode around his pickup.
She turned to find him right behind her when she reached the passenger door.
She leaned back, palms pressed against the cool metal.
How relaxed his body was, hands clamped on the roof of the truck, looking like he was about to kiss her.
She struggled to keep her breathing even.
Looking up at him, her eyes were drawn to the complex shape in the sky.
The Ferris wheel was silhouetted against a low cloud illuminated by the glare of the boulevard.
It appeared larger in this light, imposing and noble.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, mostly to herself.
Her eyes moved over the shadowy steelwork.
“I grew up not far from here.
” Tony never took his eyes from