“Hear that bitch? Indian Sex Video Reika stands in a room that’s not her own, about to undress in front of a person that isn’t her husband. I think it’s more than enough already…”
“Acele…”
“Ugh, let me complain! Reika obliges. A large space with room for a bed, a sofa and a reasonably-sized television. I forget Holidays as individual days, like strangers, pass me by. Nobody had anything bad to say about her. Acele takes another hard look at the woman, scrunching her face up. What kind of cake would you like?”
“Ah, that one.” She points to the strawberry swirl. Try as she might she couldn’t remember. A ball of an earring hangs from her right ear. The impression she left on me is one that reminded me of a friend I used to have. Her favorite thing to do when off from work is watch porn. Her name is Acele. A senior? Suppose I walked right into that. “Sorry, no, I don’t…” Acele shakes her head. Or I’ve met her before and already feel comfortable around her. “I, uh… don’t…have…one.”
“No way! Acele holds the pillow above her head then slams it down one more time on the back of Reika’s head.
