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Read an excerpt of A Perfect World (from Chapter 1: Morning)
"I was sitting here wondering if you'd left..or maybe fallen down the
toilet." In fourteen years together..thirteen in matrimony I'd learned a lot from her. One thing was extracting
information from reticence. Felicia believed speaking in an aminable carefree manner penertrated the thickest walls of emotional
secrecy and allowed a glimpse of unspoken truths. I tried it. "So..Miss Longlegs -- what was the big crisis yesterday?"
"You're not going to believe it
-- Ed Kaplan. The jerk ran into my office panicked and stressing over our funding agency's surprise audit. But..I didn't steal
anything..honest."
"Is that so? Are you forgetting my virginity?" I offered. I squeezed
the telephone and let out an extended whistle. The sound came out slow like the hissing of a deflating tire. Morning
chill clung to my skin. This of course did little to ease my anxiety.
Seconds passed before she said anything else. I imagined her laying on her flat
stomach and crossing her legs at the ankles..then lifting them to a tuck postion as she tended to do. I loved observing her
athletic thighs and the mound of her rear melding erotically. Those occasions caused me to be swept away in her golden-pecan
skin's irrefutable magnificance. Standing five-ten..femininely athletic with firm breasts and long sculptured legs..she was
truly a presence. Her hair was dark..wavy and shoulder length. With dark brown eyes..soft delectable lips and a reserved smile..Felicia
was graced with a beautiful and hypnotic face. She commanded respect..walking and talking like she would not accept anything
less.
A teasing query replaced silence. "Perry..can you guess what I'm wearing?"
"Sure..but first you have to tell me
what I have on." That was easy. Pajamas were too confining. I heard the phone gliding on Felicia's soft skin. "Lisha -- what
am I wearing?"
"Hmm..I'd guess but this conversation
woul be illegal in seven states. I'll make a suggestion though." Whispers teased my ear. "Well? Can you handle that?"
Quiet
now fell on me. I pictured her lowering to sit on my lap..kissing me tenderly. She was vivid even in a thought. Of all the
women I had known..in whatever progression or stage of intimacy..Felicia had the ability to reach my deepest crevice of need.
If so inclined..such is the measure of a woman's ability to control a man. The providence of the worldiest of women. That's
why her live portrait lingered in my head. And it was the reason I couldn't speak -- only long for her.
My reflection framed in the French
doors. I can't explain why but something she said brightened my face the way it would if a candle shone on it. The luster
faded and waxed somber..graveness becoming nocticeable in my eyes. There it was again -- that disturbing -- anxious precognitive
quiver. "Uh..is everything all right?"
Felicia yawned: "Oh..sure. As well as
it could be after spending the night slapping together a report detailing my department's expenditures -- to the dime.
I'm tired but I'll take the response by the clinic..drive up to Condor Village as soon as I can. Okay?" (go to A Perfect World and or Books and Stories2 for more)
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