Returning from the kitchen she sat down. Katya always sat in the back. “be a dear, and help lift these floorboards” she said, struggling with hard wood flooring in her closet. What seemed an eternity her breathing slowed, and she unclasped her son’s head. “Fuck” I said to myself, the next drop off point was hers. Grapping my hand she walked barefoot out to my car. What seemed an eternity her breathing slowed, and she unclasped her son’s head. Where the red pant ended, halfway down her nose was blue and white paint matching then same pattern as her beaded headband. “Feel,” she said, stroking her own leg. Her long, strong, brownish leg bent at the knee, exposing a thigh that slowly disappeared under her high ridden gym shorts. Softly massaging his balls her mouth engulfed him again, this time reaching its base. She smiled, “we go” I no smile again” I placed the car in drive and heard “STOP” again.
