【歌声前面的故事】TOUCH EvaLuna2008-05-30 16:48:31
“You don’t have to go. It’s one o’clock in the morning.” Cindy mumbled. Her voice was still breathy.
“Oh yeh?” Jack didn’t’ bother to look back. He was pulling on his pants while taking a quick glance at himself in a magnificent mirror hanging on the top of an old chest of drawers. He didn’t look bad at all, certainly not out of place in his tanned lean muscles and expensive jeans.
Well, who would look bad after such a steamy and relaxing night? She was really something, what a milky smooth body! What’s her name again, Cindy, maybe?
Jack winked at the girl in the mirror, who was now climbing off the bed. Her nipples were still on show through her filmy white robe. Her long blond hair was sweeping tenderly as she bent over to a stereo to put on a CD. Now she stood up, turned around and watched him intensively.
Cindy knew Jack much better than he thought. The time she extended her hand toward him, she heard a non-audible click. She liked his eyes, hard and uncompromising, much older than his 35 years of age. It revealed something about his past and made a clear statement of uncontrolled wildness tinted by a bit melancholy that lured her in. Even before she started to work in this law firm, she had heard about Jack the Rough, one of the partners here, whose reputation included using women and then discarding them with merely a remembrance. But that didn’t stop her. She wanted to help him and be able to stand out from the girls crowd.
As the Doors’ song “Touch me” softly crept in, she asked one more time: “Will you stay?”
Jack grinned. His thick sensual lips broke into a wonderful smile.
Women. They are all the same whether they wear Channel silks or cheap rags. They can never be satisfied. You gave them one good time, they then ask further…to stay, to talk, to…right, touch! And what’s the fvcking that for? Enough on bed, when the load was released, that’s it. Move on!
Cindy watched him standing in front of her antique chestnut dresser, taking a comb from his pocket and attending to his black curly hair in the big mirror. He was now fully dressed, sharp and shining in his Italian silk shirt. Only she knew how his body moved when there was nothing to cover him and to stop his action. A sensual shudder ran down her spine, she flushed.
Will he need a home one day, a place to rest his bleak black eyes?
A piece of paper flipped out of Jack’s pocket, Cindy picked it up from the floor. A weary looking young woman was staring at her with sunken dark eyes.
Jack was now ready to beat a hasty retreat. Yes, she was warm and soft and sugary and sweet. He had been with many women, but she was the sweetest yet. With her, he came in long satisfying bursts that he hadn’t felt for months! But he was a little bit uneasy when her innocent big blue eyes stared at him and studied him silently. When he climaxed, she nibbled on his ear and murmured his name in such a gently way that he was itched and ached deep inside. He almost broke out in a nervous sweat just thinking about to touch and talk with her afterwards. What would he say to her?
“Who is this woman?” Cindy handed him the photo, cracked on edge and yellowed by time. He drew a glance. “My mother. She was hit by a car when I was five years old.” He said disinterestedly and snatched the photo from her.
For a second, Jack stood perfectly still when Cindy quietly flung her long arms around his neck. “I’m sorry.” She said softly with sorrow. Jack was annoyed. He disengaged her arms rather quickly and frowned.
I gotta get out of here, as soon as possible. Shee-it! What does she want from me? What’s that touch for? What kind of silly song it is!
Jack nodded goodbye to those crystal blue eyes in the mirror and headed to the door. Suddenly, the ground started to tremble violently and groan terribly. Things were falling down from all directions. The last sound he heard was the big splash from that mirror. Jack collapsed.
Time was frozen. When Jack opened his eyes, there was not much to see. The whole earth plunged into a total darkness. Jack felt blood streaming down from his head. He tried to move but his legs were trapped by that crushed heavy chestnut dresser.
“Christ!” Jack exclaimed. “What the hell happened?”
The Door’s song echoed the only response. He thought about Cindy and hoped she was all right. She was a nice girl, long firm legs, great breasts and a very kind heart. He may fall in love with her and even marry her if he was not Jack the Rough, if life hadn’t’ been so tough on him since he was five years old, if his bastard father didn’t run away and his mother didn’t die abruptly.
Jack lay flat, in the pool of his own blood and in the ruins of the room. He didn’t feel pain at all but he knew that he was going to die. It’s a fvcking earthquake and except those cold-hearted *****es and fat ass queers, what else could you expect in Los Angeles!
He grabbed his mother’s picture tightly and imagined that once again, her face was soaked in blood, just like 30 years ago, she vanished under the wheels, right in front of his eye. Her soft palm touched his forehead before they started to walk across the street. Mom loved him, and that was the only love he had enjoyed. He clenched on this love when rooming with all those different foster families who hated the sight of him. He was the tough street kid back then, survived on his own and worked his ass off to finish college and then went to law school. Anger and loneliness dogged his every step. He had received numerous beatings, bruises and scars, but no single affection touch and he was determined to give none back.
Jack flashed onto memory of his 35 years short life, the women he had sampled and the money he had counted. There were plenty but he was never satisfied. He heard the blood dripping down and the song roaming around, emptiness enveloped him.
My entire life was the gut-wrenching misery!
He felt a sharp pain, splitting up his heart. He pressed his mother’s picture to his chest, trying to seek the last touch of the possible warmth.
Right then, he heard angle’s voice from heaven. “Jack, I’m going to get you out of there. Can you see my hand? Touch it and let me know you are still alive.”
Jack shivered uncontrollably when he managed to touch Cindy’s hand in the pitch black. The unbearable warmth radiating from her hand made him cry, just like a new born baby.
The doors ----> Touch me
Yeah!, come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, baby
Cant you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why wont you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?
Now, Im gonna love you, till the heavens stop the rain
Im gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and i
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, baby
Cant you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why wont you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?
Im gonna love you, till the heavens stop the rain
Im gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and i
Im gonna love you, till the heavens stop the rain
Im gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and i
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