For some reason, it looks familiar.
Probably because I’ve seen it at a distance for the last week.
My hands shake as I pull out my phone.
TheBigO: I’m here.
RacingQueen: Come take what’s yours. No matter what.
The first spiral of doubt floods into me while I pull out my bandana.
No.
Fuck that.
She asked for this.
I’m going to give her a night she’ll remember.
Tugging the thin fabric up over my nose, I take a deep breath, then open the door.
Breaking and Entering
Sophia
Rachel wouldn’t leave fastenough.
I think she knew what my plan was, even if I hadn’t told her.
Tonight is my last here in Pendleton.
Time to meet him now or never.
It’s far enough away from home that if I don’t want to see Biggie again, I won’t have to. There’s no way he’d connect me all the way back to Montana.
Is it risky having some stranger show up in my camper?
Sure.
But I also know the neighbors in the adjoining trailers well enough that if I screamed, they’d come running.
Pacing the small space, I cling to my phone as if it’s a lifeline.
Now that I’ve committed, every doubt and possible horrible outcome flashes through my mind.
I’m such an idiot. I should have never done this.
Maybe that’s just the nerves talking? Or the fear that he’ll reject me?
Yet the exhilaration of knowing he’s going to have his way with me, after weeks of flirting and sharing our desires…I can’t wait.
I want him to touch me. To see if his actions can back up his words.
Hopefully I didn’t set my expectations too high.
TheBigO: I’m here.
Oh my god.
