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FICTION
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Illustrating Eve
Angel
POETRY
Priceless
Death Reaches Greedy
Young & Gay
5 Months Ago Tomorrow
Vision
There Comes a Time

"Angel "-- ©c.1998 Twila Wendy Thornton

Angel finally grows impatient and grunts at me. She shoves the paper in my face again and demands an answer. I shrug and say maybe I used the wrong word and nevermind anyway.

Angel sulks for a bit. She twirls a finger in the water and studies my body in the candlelight. She seems to want to join me, but that would mean stripping and showing me her whatever-it-is.

Suddenly, I have an inspiration. I grab her fingers from my thigh and remind her that she promised to strip for me. She makes a face but I maintain a firm and steady gaze. She nods thoughtfully.

She stands up and undoes her jeans rather quickly. She slides them down her legs and kicks them off. Then she kneels down again. I tell her she forgot her panties and she giggles nervously. Then she unbuttons the top button of her shirt. Her face goes ashen and she stops there.

I sit up and reach to help her, but I stop when I realize that what I'm asking her to do is little different than what she was doing for Mr. Beach Blob. As always, Angel would be trading exploitation for a place to stay and food to eat. I tell her she doesn't have to do it.

Angel nods but takes my hands and places them at the next button. I unbutton the rest of the buttons for her and glance at her face in between each one. When she's undone, I pull her shirt open. The first thing I notice is that she's not wearing the bra I gave her, but also that she doesn't really need it.

I give her a big smile of approval. I tell her that she's beautiful. She smiles faintly and blinks. She turns her face slightly and gazes deeply into my eyes, as if for the last time. She swallows hard and then works her arms out of the shirt. She tugs at the tail until it falls to the floor.

She swallows again and tosses her hair. Then she slowly turns around so I can see all of her back.

When she turns to face me again, I have tears streaming down my cheeks. I am speechless. I am profoundly moved. Angel studies me carefully with a hopeful expression on her face. I see the longing in her eyes.

 

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