other-side-of-deception-victor-ostrovsky

cleared my throat. She took her coffee and started to drink, hiding halfher face behind the cup.I raised the book. "Is this your stuff?"She nodded silently, as though she was waiting for me to say more."Really?""Yes," she answered, putting the cup down and smiling at me."Why?""I just asked."She moved closer, her smile getting wider. "How do you like it?""I think it's great."She leaned back, laughing softly. "What do you mean?""Just what I said." I told myself that a horny man should not discusspoetry. "I'm really hot," I said."Why don't you take a shower and change? You seem like itwould do you some good.""You mean I stink?" I laughed."No, no, not at all . . .""I would love to." I got up and started for the bath. "I have nothingto change into.""Use the robe on the door. and then you can pick out somethingof my husband's."I froze. "Your what?""Oh, don't worry. He doesn't live here anymore."I let out a sigh of relief.There was something erotic about the shower; there was somethingerotic about everything in the small apartment: the simplicity ofthings, the improvisational solutions young people find for domesticneeds, furniture and appliances that had seen better days, yet werefunctional and comfortable. When I came out of the shower, the roomwas dark except for a red glow from an electric heater."Get into bed." Her voice came from the corner. "I'll be there in aminute."My pulse was racing as I lay on the bed, hands behind my head,still in the damp robe I had found in the bathroom. It was anticipationthat kept me awake, and I was well rewarded. She came out into thered glow wearing nothing. She walked straight for the bed and sat byme. Leaning her thin, soft-skinned body against my folded leg, she satgently stroking my chest.I was ready to explode. Her elbow touched me, and she could feelI wanted her. She smiled. It was clear she was happy. I sat up in thebed and cupped her small breast in one hand, slowly moving the otherall over her body, which seemed to quiver to my touch. She pushed mehack onto the bed and gently fondled every part of me. Then sheslo\vlv sat herself on me, bringing us together. The memory of whattook place after that is hazy. I remember that when Yosy and Haimcame to pick me up, I told them I would stay the night and would seethem tomorrow. I had made my escape from brutal reality and wantedit to last, at least for the night.