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.I was certain a kick to the cock couldn t be far behind her mounting hysteria. It s not fair! she screamed. I work so hard! She grabbed the front of my borrowed T-shirt and shook me.She d grabbed a few chest hairs too, which hurt. Ow! Fuck you, she screamed.As I predicted she hauled off and kicked me, but I jumpedout of the way and she got my hip bone.Another ouchie. How did you do it? Tears streamed down her face. How did you do it? I saw youlast night.You looked like shit.Look at you! Jeez, thanks a lot, I muttered.Man, she was really gone.My sister never swore.JackieO her guide and guru would never do that. Come on, guy.You know you did.She jumped back into her car.I took a jump backwards, afraid she d reverse and run meover. Get in! she shrieked. No. Get in! No.You re acting like a crazy woman.She threw her head onto the steering wheel and sobbed.A car trying to pass her waitedfor a moment before the driver honked her.Uh-oh.She was mad as hell now.She slammedher car door shut then, just as the guy eased around her, she opened the door, a fiendish Oops! on her lips.I stood by helplessly as they exchanged rude finger gestures.She seemed calmer, but Iwas still afraid to drive with her.The woman took kick-boxing lessons, for cripe s sake.Icould just see her karate chopping me in the windpipe as we rounded a bend, then openingwww.total-e-bound.comFULL A.J.Llewellyn 103the passenger door and pushing me into the mountain scrub below.No.I didn t trust her atall. Get in, Barney, she said.The fight seemed to have left her.We headed into ShermanOaks the shopping mecca of the San Fernando Valley s suburban housewives.For theentire seventeen-minute drive, she ranted about Keith.Their affair was recent, after twoyears of open flirtation.In a desperate bid to keep his marriage intact, Hugo had encouragedthe affair, though I knew that the two so far sexual encounters had devastated him.Bothtimes he had met me for drinks as she and Keith did the horizontal samba at the Sportsmen sLodge on Ventura Boulevard.I d felt awful for him.My sister s desire, I knew, was not for sex, but attention.It hadbeen her worst problem.I blamed the death of my mother for my sister s lack of self-esteem,and whilst I chose to stuff my feelings down with food, she chose to create constant drama.Ithink Hugo gave her enough attention for a man who worked damned hard, but for Cyan, itwasn t enough.She was so obsessed with her weight and appearance that her exercise classhad become a second family for her.With her multiple appearances in Keith s class scheduleshe d become an attractive model student.Starting an affair with her was probably not his wisest move, since my sister can t slice atomato without some tragedy befalling her. This is the first time I ve seen him since we got together Saturday night, she said. Itook yesterday off for my birthday, but he didn t even call.Today in class he totally ignoredme.When I said something I groaned. You didn t. Of course I did! But I thought you guys had agreed on discretion.He s married, too, right? All my friends know about him and me.He didn t call me for my birthday.Her tone suggested this was the equivalent of homicide.I d never understood herattachment to birthdays.It had become an irrational obsession that defied logic. Sweetie& please, listen to me.I  He said I was overreacting, my sister huffed.She then forced me to sit through hislast voicemail message, insisting I psychically detect any nuance in his tone.www.total-e-bound.comFULL A.J.Llewellyn 104 Hey sweetie, he said.Boy, did he sound gay, not that I said so. Hey&  A pause.Icould hear the beat of dance music in the background. I got your message& all yourmessages, but I was in the middle of a class and I couldn t take your call.Oh& I think that syou calling again now. The call ended.I cut a glance at her.What I detected was annoyance in his tone, but I didn t say so. Do you think he s in love with me? she asked, her eyes like saucers as she careenedaround the Fashion Square Mall parking lot, narrowly missing an old dear tottering on awalker.She d put tennis balls at the base of the walking frame s metal feet but she only justmissed being skittled by my sister, who remained oblivious. The sex was fantastic, Cyan went on. He was awesome.Oh, God.I really don t want to hear this.She pulled into one of the spaces reserved forelectric vehicles.She didn t care that it was illegal.My sister was lucky that way.She led meinto the mall s double glass doors, alternately praising my appearance and bitching andbitching about my dramatic weight loss.She steered me straight into Macy s.My sister s whole personality changed.Shoppingput Cyan into the kind of meditative Zen state any self-respecting, navel-contemplating yogiwould envy.She had so much fun dressing me up like her own personal Ken doll, tut-tuttingover my giant, as she called them, grandpa underpants. Take them off, she commanded.I was reluctant to strip in front of her.The last time Iwas nude in front of her, baby blankies and family pictures for the photo album wereinvolved. You are hung, she chortled, embarrassing the hell out of me.She went out to theracks, picking out body-hugging black boxer briefs, socks, T-shirts and shirts beforereturning to throw clothes on and off me.She even brought a couple of pairs of swim trunks.I looked fabulous in everything, including the latest, hottest Diesel jeans I d never everbothered looking at before. Amazing, she said, as I admired myself in the mirror.I looked okay.Fuck.Better thanokay.The Thanaz slim-fit, grey jeans looked wonderful.She reached for a long-sleevedAlternative linen jersey henley.I initially baulked because the pewter-coloured top hadhorizontal stripes.When I looked at myself, however, tears sprang to my eyes.I was hot.Sowww.total-e-bound.comFULL A.J.Llewellyn 105hot, I wanted to fuck myself.The way I looked could have given any movie star a run for hismoney. It s insane. My sister kept circling me her face red, eyes glazed and lips open in atrance-like state only shopping could induce in her.She let me wear this new outfit home with some black Diesel sneakers she picked out asa gift for me.My sister steered me to the cashier, where she began rifling through her purse forvarious discount coupons and gift cards she d collected.She might be a shopaholic but herreal, secret passion was for deep discounts.She got me a huge bargain on all my newpurchases.I felt the least I could do was spring for a meal. Lunch on me? I suggested.She gave me a dramatic eye roll. All that weight you ve lost and you re still obsessedwith food? Hey, that s not fair.I got up early and went to work.I didn t even have a doughnutwhen I was doing voice-overs.She gave me a fish-eyed look. I should think not. She seemed to realise she was beingmean. All right.Salad can t hurt [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]