SEX AND FOUR SISTERS

BY

ANGELA LAM TURPIN

“Oh, shit, oh, shit!” the man grunted, moving between her legs. He tilted his head back when he called out her name, not her real name, but the name she had given him, his blue-green eyes focused on something behind her.

The hotel mattress squeaked in reply. Holly grabbed his bare buttocks and pressed him further into her as he came.

Not bad, she thought, when it was over. Not the best, but not the worst either.

She had found the stranger from a free online ad she had placed on Craigslist. “BBW for Sex, not Love,” the title read. Out of the 62 responses she had received, she had narrowed it down to the top five. She had already met two of the men and had slept with them. This man, who called himself Zack, was number three.

Zack rolled off her and tugged the covers over his shoulders. “I’m gonna take a nap,” he said.

Holly stood up and padded to the bathroom. Flicking on the light and closing the door, she examined her face. It was still the same round face she had grown up with, the same hazel eyes, the same petal-like lips. She remembered the first night of her honeymoon three months ago, how Larry didn’t want to make love, how she had pleaded with him until it had ended in a fight and she had slept in the Jacuzzi tub with the extra set of blankets and pillows she had ordered from housekeeping. Since then, it had only gotten worse, with each fight escalating from yelling hateful words at each other to throwing the wedding china and glassware. Most nights, she dreaded coming home. At first, she stayed later and later at work, but once the gym closed at ten and the paperwork had been taken care of by eleven, she could no longer find an excuse to stay.

She ran warm water and splashed her face. Sex was an escape from dealing with her new life. During her engagement, she had been too caught up in the pageantry of bridal gowns and butter cream cakes to examine what marriage really meant. When the priest said, “Man and wife,” he might as well have said, “Take your life.” That’s how she felt. Trapped in a dark cellar with the walls closing in.

She couldn’t talk to

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 31.12.2009
ISBN: 978-3-95500-551-1

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