I… I’m frozen.Break my spell.
Aclinkas he unbuckled his belt.Thezizzas he unzipped.Hauling out his erection, my midnight visitor took himself in hand.Stroking the thick shaft, he growled an order.
Play with yourself.
The spell broken, I remember frantically rubbing my clit, trying to make it feel the same as when he touched me.It was sublimely unreal for us to be watching each other as we masturbated.I knew then that he would have given anything to be able to fuck me, but something was holding him back.
As my excitement mounted, nothing on earth could have held me back from climaxing.I tried to tease it out to last a little longer, but the sight of his hard cock being pumped inside his fist was too tantalizing for me to withstand.
Our eyes locked as I held my breath.
I’m coming.
My orgasm was fierce and strong.And intensely satisfying.Triumphant.
I escaped from that creepy motorhome.I am alive.
I realized I’d closed my eyes as the waves of sexual delight engulfed me.
And when I opened them, he was gone.Again.
Michelle and Laura are there to say goodbye.Mom stored our furniture and boxes in Laura’s garage, and Michelle says she will hang onto our mail for us until we come back.I guess there is an upside to renting month to month after all.
The diner where my mom and I worked was sad to see us hand in our notice, but it’s not like they were expecting anything different.They knew Mom would be moving on after seeing the extensive “Work Experience” column on our résumés.
“And if there’s anything urgent, you can forward it to us, care of the Angle Inlet post office.”My mom’s eyes are alight with optimism.“Aren’t you girls super jel about my good fortune?You donotwant to know how much I’m saving after canceling all my dating subscriptions.”
“Shoo, Amelia.Stop trying to rub it in.”Laura waves my mom towards the taxi.“Go.Have fun.Don’t forget to send us a postcard.”
Michelle is looking a little green about the gills as she pastes a smile on her face.
“Nothing you ever say is going to convince me that you’re not running away from that dating fuckup you had over Christmas, Amelia O’Hara!”
I’m already sitting in the backseat, but that catches my attention.“What dating eff-up is she talking about, Mom?”
The cab driver slams the door the moment Mom ducks into her seat.“Nothing, Aila.Please don’t tell me you’ve never had one of those crazy dates.”
Settling down to look out of the window and watch Winnipeg whip by, I keep my sassy thoughts to myself.
No, Mother, I don’t have crazy dates, because I hardly get to have any dates at all.Not while I have to be the parent in this flip-flopped dynamic.
“And please don’t call me ‘Mom’ while we’re on Landslide, Aila.I don’t want the men to think I come with any baggage.”
I know I’m not the baggage my mother is referring to, but I have never been the sort of person who jumps to conclusions anyway.She loves me, of that I have no doubt.But there’s been a distinct shift in her usually laid-back attitude towards men as my mom gets older.
She’s not desperate, not by any means—maybe jaded or pessimistic is a better way to describe it.
“Sure thing, Mom.”
Leaning my head back against the seat, I try falling asleep.I’ve been trying to have the same dream for four years.
ChapterTwo
Theron
The nighttime window is shorter in summer.Not as extreme as it is in my homeland, but enough to keep me looking over my shoulder to the east, checking for the gray signs of dawn.Even though I am deep in the forest, the strident call of the rooster on Ben Magoo’s farm echoes a warning.
It has been five years since Luna Blackwood joined our coven.Five years of continuous access to the delicious fluids that Luna brews in the basement of the inn, the Swiss chalet accommodation she inherited from her aunt.
