Brown Paper Fantasies

The Trampy Kind of Temptress Silence In The Cellar-3

“The problem is that good-byes have to happen at all. I keep thinking with each new guy it’ll last forever. That I’ll keep feeling the fire, that it will swell in me forever. Because, honey, you have been the best. Some guys just don’t get the ass thing right, or they don’t know how to sleep together after a good screw. They don’t understand that a woman likes arms and kisses too. But you, you’ve got it all for some lucky woman—whoever she is—maybe that Bella chick you were telling me about.” She sighed. “Anyway….”

“You’re saying it’s over?” he said. She was having trouble saying anything else.

“‘Fraid so,” she even looked sad. “I mean we could go on. But it just won’t be the same; and I want you to remember the very best about us together. I don’t want you to think of me as that lame dame that couldn’t get it up—so to speak—for the guy of her dreams. Oh, I’ll be feeling the fire in a week or two and f**k some old friend, or even a young stud I manage to seduce. But this is a springtime thing for me, as I told you before, the sap’s sort of run its course—at least settling into something much more mundane that you’d never find as fun as what we’ve had.” How’d she know he wouldn’t find it as fun? he wondered to himself. “I’m getting sane again, Daniel. If I didn’t take these breaks I’d be a useless person—and I sure as hell don’t want to be considered nothing but the town w***e. But I have a job and responsibilities. Can you believe it? Me? Responsibilities?” She laughed. Each word she formed with her full pink lips was as sweet and believable and true of her as the smell of honeysuckle and lilac was true of spring.

“It’s like fireworks, isn’t it?” he finally spoke.

“Yes! Exactly!” Her face glowed from the bare yellow bulb by the porch door, and her golden hair shined like a sea of honey. “They burst into the sky and spread all kinds of sparks that can be seen for miles, and then they fade—just disappear.” She was sad again, her changeable face, changing one more time with the expressions of her changeable heart. “I’ll have another lover as spectacular next year—though I’m not sure any guy could be as good as you.” She probably said that to all the men she took to bed, Daniel decided. “But it’ll hafta be a new one, and you’ll have to move on. And I’m sure there will be a lady so fine you’ll be in her bed forever.”

He could only hope.

The league traded him to a team just down the highway three days later, and he didn’t bother to go back and see the slut, although he once saw her in the grandstands looking as though she had her blue eyes focused longingly on him.