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                                            as falls cuyahoga,
                                      so falls cuyahoga falls

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The vibrator on the pillow next to Addison's mouth half-open in sleep
is straight and simple, a mother-of-pearly pink torpedolette whorled
with delicate white striations. Addison herself a toasted late-summer
gold glowing in the diffuse morning light laid naked belly down along
one side of her mother's low white futon. One arm curled beneath her
chest, the other fingertips dangling flung above her head to lightly
brush the floor. A snort and murmur as aggressively minimalist shoes
tick-clock tick-clock on spindly heels beside her. Vanessa in a satiny
robe down to her calves unbelted over charcoal thightop stockings
gartered to a sheer black merry widow denuded of all frips and frills
stands half-smiling over her daughter's sleeping head.

Addison, she says. Addison, wake up. It's time to get ready for
school.

Alexandra in her schoolgirl kilt scowling at her sister's bare feet
propped up on the kitchen table. Addison in a tight white tank top and
plaid boxers slurping from a big green cup of coffee. Mom, Alexandra
starts to say, but Vanessa in her still-unbelted robe turns from the
windows full of sunlight, her glare no less for all it's lost in
shadow. Behave, says Vanessa curtly.

Yeah, mutters Addison. Go watch the brothers Finn or something.

Mom! wails Alexandra, as Vanessa snarls Enough. Alexandra, go get your
books.

Mom, I -

Now. And up gets Alexandra as Addison, bare feet now on the floor,
carefully puts her big green cup on the kitchen table and does not
look up at Vanessa. Addison, says Vanessa, quietly. Addison, stand up.

Chair scraping, Addison stands up.

Turn around and get down on your knees, Addison. Now.

Addison swallows biting her lip and lays one knee on the floor then
two and sits back on her heels hands in her lap.

Addison, says Vanessa, as Addison says We don't have time for this,
Mom.

Addison, says Vanessa, put your hands behind your back.

Mom -

You should have thought of that before you mouthed off to your sister.
Hands behind your back. Vanessa's heels tick-clock closer as Addison
head turning away swings arms behind her back until her hands meet and
her fingers lace into a doubled fist. Tick-clock, tock-click, Vanessa
lets the robe fall slithering down her arms into a gleaming puddle of
lubricious satin. One foot lifted leaning forward cocks her knee until
the thin flat black sole of her shoe is pressed against the meat of
Addison's thigh. The small heel sharply dimpling that summered flesh.

Addison, says Vanessa, but Addison does not look up.

Go on, little girl, says Vanessa.

I still have to get dressed, says Addison. Turning her head a little
cheek brushing a stocking's dark top band. Eyes closed, lips parted. A
breath. I'm going to be late.

Then make it quick, says Vanessa. But make it good.

If I'm good, says Addison, looking up then, her grin brushing both
Vanessa's thighs, can I take the Miata to school?

Oh, no, says Vanessa, her hand on the back of Addison's head. I have
meetings today, ah, ah. Oh. If you're good, ohhh. If you're good, you
won't have to walk to school for the rest of the week, ah -

Sweat wiped from her brow and dashed spattering from fingertips to the
wood floor shining marred by the bounces of thousands of balls and
shoe-scuffs. Vanessa Cuyahoga hefting the racket in her hand and
rolling her eyes as Yusuf grinning traps the ball between his racket
and his shoe and with a deft kick flips it into the air to catch it in
his ungloved hand.

Best two out of three? says Vanessa. Double or nothing?

And how, says Yusuf, do you propose to double this particular wager,
when you lose a second time? As you most certainly will.

Yusuf standing naked back to Vanessa as she comes into the steam
undoing a towel from about her breasts. Sweat an iridescent sheen on
Yusuf's dark skin in the low dim sauna light. Vanessa strokes the hard
and concave curve of his slicked ass. He hisses as her nails dig
suddenly into muscle thickly tensed. Leaning forward the heels of
Yusuf's wide hands brace against light yellow wood right foot taking a
step to one side as Vanessa kneels behind him. His cock half-hidden
already lifting within his shadow. Her other hand on the other side,
kneading a little as he shifts, feet planting. Grunting as Vanessa
leans forward, nosing into the furrow of Yusuf's ass, a breath, her
nose lifting as her lips part and her tongue sweeps up in one long
lick. Vanessa, says Yusuf, quietly, I do believe sometimes you lose on
purpose.

Vanessa laughs and licks again. Jaw rolling in big bites as she works
her hands lightly resting on the columns of his thighs. Yusuf shifts
again but does not take his hands down from the wall. Vanessa one hand
now between her own thighs rolls her head in a deep shuddering breath
and bites him gently once there on his ass. Reaches around to lightly
touch his rigid straining cock. Turn around. Vanessa says, Turn
around.

Yusuf turns on clumsy feet to find Vanessa's eager mouth. He smiles as
her lips surround the glistening head of his cock, a startlingly light
magenta pink erupting from the wrinkled brownish purple of his
crumpled foreskin. Her hand about the base of it, lightly squeezing
thumb and forefinger rocking back and forth a little, just. Vanessa
Vanessa, says Yusuf.

The door when it jerks open spills flourescent light an imposition
through billowing steam to strike unpleasant greens and purples,
yellowed whites from butter and indigo black. You bitch, you cunt. The
open-handed blow thuds muffled against the side of Vanessa's head as
loud almost as the ridiculous pop of Yusuf's cock springing free from
Vanessa's mouth but not so loud as clattering her back and windmilling
arms strike the sauna bench and knock the thermometer to the floor.

Get up. It's Sam who stands there, regal business grey unwilted by the
steam. Black wide-collared shirt unbuttoned down above her navel.
Sweat already a damp runnel in pale shadows between her breasts.
Glossy knee-high boots gleam blackly, thump against the wood floor
stepping closer to Vanessa pulling her feet beneath her, glaring up.

You do not dictate who I sleep with, snarls Sam. You don't have veto
power.

Why on earth would I want to? says Vanessa pressing heel of one hand
to the side of her head fingers tangled in her sweat-soaked hair.
Richie's a lovely fuck. Cheap at any price.

Spitting He left me you bitch, one more step clomp-thump past
impassive Yusuf. Vanessa leaning forward into a crouch, right hand
still against her head, left on the floor to push her up, bare foot
not unsteady on wet wood. Uncurling upright eyes on a level with Sam's
and not a trace of a smile. In which case, says Vanessa. For what it's
worth. I am sorry.

This slap explosive fingers flat popping open hand on cheek to rock
Vanessa's head around, eyes closed, two quick breaths, three through
parted lips. Eyes blinking open.

I should, says Yusuf, go, leaning over to pick up a towel. Vanessa's
hand leaps to catch his shoulder. No, she says.

Straightening his shoulder rolls up and her arm folds back all like
some oiled mechanism, Yusuf looking at that hand still on his shoulder
then at her. I shall collect my winnings at a later date, he says, and
then that hand falls to Vanessa's side as he steps out the door and
into harsh bright light, wrapping the towel about his hips.

Vanessa, snarls Sam, look at me, and when Vanessa turns to look at Sam
it is with a face that's sealed, eyes dark and hard to read in all the
steam. A dollop of sweat swings down her jawline, hangs there in the
humid air, falls with a tiny splash to the bare slicked slope of her
left breast that lifts a heavy breath. Vanessa says Shut up.

You look at -

Vanessa's arm is a blur that freezes as her hand clamps Sam's jaw
implacably in her thumb and palm a vise. Shut up, I said. You told
him. Stupid cunt.

Sam's eyes are wide. Her hands are still there by here sides. I don't,
she says, hurk -

John. You did, didn't you. Didn't you.

My mother is such a cooze!

Addison Cuyahoga drops her much-creased cowboy hat onto Edie's head as
white-socked knees primly together she plops down next to Edie on the
front steps of the school. Tugging at her darkly tartanned kilt she
looks sidelong at Edie with a wicked grin. Edie in a flouncy light
white peasant blouse, a finger's width of flesh left flashing just
above the low-slung hips of tight plum jeans as she reaches up to
settle the hat on her head with a crackle of stiff straw.

You know what she made me do this morning? says Addison, picking the
elastic of her socks that pinch her thighs an inch or so above her
knees.

You love it, says Edie.

You're the one who loves it, says Addison, leaning into Edie. Her lips
the bright unnatural hue of blood from television shows. Her chin on
Edie's shoulder as she murmurs, I had to eat her out until she came.
In the kitchen. During breakfast. Or she wouldn't let me drive to
school today.

Edie's eyes are wide. Her smile is small. She licks her lips.

I told you you love that shit, says Addison.

Dykes, says someone, maybe the big kid, beefy, blond, there by the
parked red car. Get a room, says the skinnier kid with the blue
bandana. Heh.

You're just jealous because I get more pussy than you, says Addison,
sneering.

Oh, ho. Hoo. Whoa. The skinnier kid wiggles his tongue, licking the
air. Addison, says Edie, rolling her eyes. Addison kicks her knees
apart, open, one hand between her thighs, finger crooked, beckoning,
come on. Come on, I dare you. Addison, says Edie. Hoots and catcalls.
The skinnier kid rolls his head away, arms up, Oh my God. Grinning.
The beefy kid punches his shoulder.

Young lady, as Addison's knees snap shut. Young lady. Miss Cuyahoga.

Mister Cole? says Addison, looking up. Smiling. One hand shading her
eyes.

That behavior is inappropriate, and I believe that outfit is as well.

I was just sticking up for my friend, says Addison, quiet.

That skirt is too short, Addison Cuyahoga.

I'm wearing tights.

Those are not tights. Stand up.

Addison cocks an eyebrow. Leave us alone, says Edie. The skinnier
kid's headed off to the other end of the parking lot, waving at
someone. The beefy kid is gone.

Stand up, Addison, says Mister Cole.

And Addison slowly one hand on the aluminum banister running down the
middle of the wide flat steps pulls herself to her feet. Brushing off
the seat of her kilt. White blouse buttoned once only between her
breasts and slit up each side to the middle of her ribs. She smoothes
the tails fluttering in a sudden gust with her hands.

I'm going to write you a note, says Mister Cole, and -

No you're not, says Addison, quietly.

- send you what? Leaning forward, Mister Cole.

You're not, says Addison again. You're not going to do anything.

Young lady - Her hand brushing the hem of her kilt between her thighs,
picking at it. Cut that out. I -

Mister Cole, says Addison, quietly, if you don't turn around and walk
away and leave me and Edie alone, I'm going to lift up my skirt and
show you what's underneath.

You - I -

And I'm going to tell everyone you made me do it. Because you wanted
to make sure I wasn't wearing a thong. Right here in front of
everyone. I'm not wearing a thong, Mister Cole, she says, suddenly
loud enough to carry.

Addison Cuyahoga, says Mister Cole, but she just keeps going, quietly
again, And then, she says, my father's going to sue the school for
sexual harassment. Quietly. Mister Cole eyes wide in red face over
dark blue shirt leans in closer still. Frowning. And you'll get fired
and have to move away and you'll never ever get to work for a school
system again.

Her hand lifting the bottom of her kilt.

Mister Cole, tongue flickering between his lips, raises his hand.
Enough. You just - don't come to school dressed like that again, young
lady. You hear me?

I'll wear whatever the fuck I want to wear, she says, quietly, as he
stalks away.

Sorry about your dick! hoots Edie.

What time is it, asks Addison, not turning around.

Twenty past, says Edie. Why?

Because I'm not wearing a thong. Quietly.

What? Oh -

The green metal bathroom stall rattles and thumps. Plum-jeaned legs
and white-socked legs inside stand braced in the front left corner,
one white-socked foot still in a black Mary Jane beside a narrow dark
grey cowboy boot, the other white-socked foot kicked free and planted
on its heel, toes curling, sock sole grubby with old dirt. Harsh pants
stagger over a steady susurrus of oh yes, oh baby, come on, come on,
you can do it, you can, oh yes, oh. Edie leaning in the corner eyes
closed her arms so tight about Addison, murmuring, oh, oh yes. Addison
her back to Edie legs spread arms wide-braced fingers splayed against
either green metal wall. Kilt hiked up about bare hips. Edie's one
hand braced on her bare thigh, helping it up and out, the other deep
within, two fingers glisten jigging fast, her palm against blond pubic
hair. Addison's jaw set grunting breaths, eyes wide, fixed angrily on
some thing that isn't there. Oh. Oh, yes. Come on. Come on, oh, baby.

The elevator dings and tick-clock tock-click comes Vanessa Cuyahoga
into the penthouse lobby. The receptionist a startled look on his face
holds up one hand as she ticks past Excuse me, but she waves and
smiles, I'll show myself back, thanks. Ma'am? You can't -

Dandridge Stoat sits before the glass-topped desk in his office. He
has white hair a little too long and one hand on the earbead of a
telephone headset pressed into his ear. You can't do that, he says.
You can't do that. They'll gift-wrap your ass and hand it back to you.
Vannessa strides in, heels suddenly soft on the Turkish rug. Lemme
call you back. He tosses the headset on the desk, next to a file
folder. You're early.

I'm horny, says Vanessa, unbuttoning the first button of her
coatdress.

Sir? says the receptionist, poking his head through the doorway.

It's okay, says Dandridge, as Vanessa unbuttons the second button. The
receptionist, eyebrow shrugging, pulls the door closed.

He's new, says Vanessa, unbuttoning the third button.

Dandridge shrugs.

He's cute, says Vanessa.

I don't really have time for this, says Dandridge.

What is it with people not having time for sex today? says Vanessa,
unbuttoning the fourth button and letting the open coatdress fall from
her shoulders along her arms away from her hips down her legs to the
floor. Addison tried to weasel out this morning by claiming of all
things that she had to go to school. School! Her tits bounce in the
shelf of that austerely merry widow as she takes another step, hips
sloshing to rub one stockinged thigh against the other with an all-too
audible zip.

Addison, says Dandridge.

Can you believe it? Stepping between Dandrige and his desk Vanessa
hikes her bared ass back on the rounded edge of the glass desk and
plants one aggressively minimalist shoe and then another to either
side of his knees. She fucks her best friend at the drop of a skirt,
but her own mother she doesn't have time for.

I have told you, says Dandridge, repeatedly, that I could not care
less about the compromising details of your dalliances with your, but
he stops as Vanessa takes his bearded chin in her hand, her finger
curling about the edge of his salt-and-pepper Van Dyke, her thumb
against his stilled lips. Bullshit, she says. Bullshit. I know how
much you like to play the prude.

Vanessa -

Shh, she says, pressing his lips firmly with her thumb as her other
hand tugs open the button of his jeans. I wasn't finished. Because
then I met Yusuf for racquetball -

And did you remember to discuss the Ledbetter Division with him?

Vanessa leaning forward elbows between her upthrust knees thighs
spread smiling. I would have, she said, but Sam interrupted me before
I could finish sucking his dick. Jerking the fly of his jeans open,
the zipper roughly loud.

Vanessa -

And she wanted to pick a fight and then she couldn't be bothered to
stick around for make-up sex. We have great make-up sex. Dandridge's
cock loose and flabby yet she rolls along her fingers, nails deeply
glossy red. Amazing make-up sex. It's why we fight. But she didn't
have time, she said, says Vanessa. No time.

Really, says Dandridge. One eyebrow cocked.

No wonder, says Vanessa, rolling his swelling cock, I'm so fucking
horny.

Sitting forward a little Dandridge takes the hem of his pullover in
his hands and lifts it up and off and tosses it into the corner.
Vanessa chuckling runs her fingers through crisp grey hairs sprinkled
across his chest. Oh yes, she says.

Stand up, says Dandridge. Stand up.

Her feet falling one and another to the carpet silent standing up as
he pushes his chair back standing. Leaning in to each other as they
kiss tongues to lips. His hand between her thighs. You are, he says.
Wet. Turn around.

She chuckles.

Turn around, he says, and bend over. You see that folder?

Vanessa turns around her back to him as his hands one two settle on
her hips. Open it up, he says, one hand now stroking his cock, his
jeans sliding to catch about his spread thighs, the other hand dipping
between her thighs. I want your cock, says Vanessa. Not your fingers.

Open it, says Dandridge. Stroking his cock with that other hand whose
fingers shine a little now in the light. I want you to do something
useful before you waste the rest of my afternoon.

Is it such a waste? What the hell is this?

The easement I told you about. I need you to sign it where the little
flag is. Think you can manage that?

Just get a goddamn rubber on and fuck me already - Jesus! What -

Grunting the heels of his hands on her hips thumbs digging into the
meat there spreading opening Dandridge shoves the next inch of himself
into Vanessa's ass. The table shakes. Jesus.

I don't need a goddamn rubber, says Dandridge. Vanessa's hands squeak
against the glass as he pushes again and her mouth open in a snarl has
squeezed her eyes tight shut oh Jesus fuck, oh fuck. Goddamn you
fucking that hurts, fuck -

One hand on the back of her neck fingers tangled in her hair Dandridge
does not smile. I should stop, then? he says, still.

Growling she jerks back against him her ass slamming home against his
hips, fuck! Just fuck. Do it. Do me. Now. Fuck. Jerking her head
around to glare at him. Top teeth biting her bottom lip.

Sign the easement, says Dandridge. Still.

Vanessa takes a deep breath. In through the nose. Out through the
nose. Lets go her lip and smiles, almost. Reaches for the phone. How
do I, how do I punch up reception? she says. I need a pen. I need a
cute pen.

He's gay, says Dandridge.

What?

Eric's gay.

Well. Fuck. I still need a pen. I can't sign the fucking thing without
a pen.

Rocking back a little so that an inch or two of himself slides out and
then pushing his hips forward, ah. Vanessa hands planted on the glass
lets her head hang down her hair brushing the easement. Dandridge
reaches for the phone, punches an intercom line.

Yes? says the phone.

Melissa, it's Dan. I've got Mrs. Cuyahoga in my office, she'd like to
see you - it could be an hour or so of consultation, short notice, I
know, but -

Vanessa Cuyahoga? says the phone.

The very same, says Dandridge.

Ten seconds, says the phone.

Bring a pen, says Dandridge Stoat.

The roof is flat and black and scattered with tarry gravel and
Alexandra Cuyahoga in a blue thong and yellow baby tee steps carefully
with eyes down and flip-flopped feet. Just back from the edge she
spreads a big towel out and kneels on it and lays out a battered
paperback book and a slim white laptop and a small yellow vibrator not
much thicker than her finger. Still looking down at the towel she
kicks off the flip-flops one and again. Still looking down she takes a
deep breath. Lifting her head she lifts the hem of her shirt and peels
it off. Her hair falls down over bared nipples that tremble with yet
another deep breath.

Below by the small Bobcat earth-mover shirtless Timo Lappalainen
licked with thin mud made of dust and sweat his belly drawing a hard
clean rippling V the vertex buried somewhere in his battered jeans,
Timo lapping sweat with the back of one workgloved hand from his
squinted eye, Timo tosses a pair of goggles and ear protectors to the
ground and grins at his shirtless brother Marko in a pair of shapeless
pants the color of bone-dry dirt and old grease, Marko Lappalainen
squatting by the cooler, Marko tossing up a green glass bottle of beer
that catches the sunlight. Neither of them looks up past the hole cut
in the slope past the sweeping stone stairs past the upper patio past
the sliding glass wall past the edge of the roof to see Alexandra
taking one more deep breath and leaning forward on her elbows and
laying her belly against the towel and looking down at them.

Timo drains half his beer in three swallows one after another.

Marko says something.

Timo says something.

Marko laughs and opens the cooler again and says something as he
fishes out another beer.

Timo laughs and says something and laughs some more.

Alexandra who is not looking at the towel and not looking at the book
and not looking at the computer and not looking at the vibrator leans
her weight on one elbow and reaches back with her other hand to hold
in her fingertips there the narrow swell of her buttock framed left
bare by thin flat blue strips of thong.

Timo says something and Marko leaps to his feet grinning one bare hand
gesturing, come on, come on. Timo shakes his head. Marko sets one foot
in front of the other shuffle a little in the khaki dust wipes his
hair back hands up loose and open and again: come on. Come on. Timo
shakes his head no, no which is a feint that turns into a charge and
laughing Marko is bowled over into the dry grass.

Alexandra lifts the small yellow vibrator to her lips and licks it
slides it partway into her mouth and her cheeks purse as her lips slip
around it and then she pulls it out and pushes it back in again her
other hand still on her ass her feet are sliding apart as her legs
spread.

Timo is on his back Marko sitting atop him dodging a kick ducking a
blow his hands fighting to hold Timo's other hand above his head
pinned to the ground. Resting on her belly shoulders up head craned
Alexandra reaches back with the vibrator and closes her eyes. Her one
hand busy forefinger crooked to hook the strap of thong up and out to
one side as her thumb and middle finger brace to peel apart her cheeks
just enough that the other hand lightly holding the vibrator by the
middle can find by touch the pucker of her ass spread open just enough
so that the tip of the vibrator -

Alexandra opens her eyes and she says under her breath Now, now, now -

Marko on his feet one hand down to help Timo up, laughing.

Alexandra not looking over the edge of the roof any more one side of
her face laid flat on the towel oh, oh as her hand works the vibrator
in and out and in again, oh. Oh -

You know, says Addison Cuyahoga, standing there on the roof behind
her, still in her knee socks and kilt and blouse buttoned once between
her breasts, you turn that thing on, it's a lot more fun -

Alexandra shrieks.

Vanessa Cuyahoga pours gin from a blue bottle into a tall glass of ice
as behind her Jackson says You were teasing her, dammit!

Whatever, says Addison, as Vanessa lifts the glass and ice clinking
drains half the gin down in a gulp. I get teased all the time for
liking girls. Nobody gives a crap about that.

We don't tease you, says Jackson, as Vanessa pours more gin. You
sister doesn't tease you, as Vanessa pours in tonic water.

Whatever, says Addison. Is that it? I mean, are we done?

Yes, says Vanessa, glass in hand, turning and stalking to the kitchen
table. We're done. Get out of here. Go fuck yourself, I don't care.

Mom -

Get out. I'm pissed at you. Get out.

And up Addison gets tails of her blouse buttoned once fluttering and
out she goes, Mary Janes clomp-stomping. Fuck, says Jackson still
sitting at the table.

Is Sandy still sulking? says Vanessa.

She's been in her room all afternoon, says Jackson, pinching the
bridge of his nose. Vanessa -

She's got to learn how to deal with what happens when she does this
stuff in the open.

She was hardly in the open! She was up on the roof over the back
patio, out of sight. Addison climbed out the window and snuck up on
her -

Watching the brothers Finn, says Vanessa, smiling.

Vanessa. I still think she's too young -

Can't be helped, says Vanessa, shrugging. Genie's out of the lamp now.

I know, says Jackson Cuyagoa. Frowning.

Alexandra Cuyahoga in white panties and yellow baby tee sits bare legs
crossed on her bed and as the footsteps tock-click tick-clock down the
hall she closes the laptop and sets it aside and picks up the battered
paperback and when Vanessa pushes open her door and leans on the frame
Alexandra does not look up from it. The cover of the battered
paperback shows a naked man dancing in a moonlit forest clearing, long
blond hair swirling as he spins.

Good book? says Vanessa.

Sure, says Alexandra, not looking up.

How are things with Mister Tisdale? says Vanessa, cocking her head
back a little, a little smile licking her lips.

Okay, says Alexandra, not looking up. I guess.

If you want it to stop, says Vanessa, just stop. If he makes any
trouble at all - anything - just tell me.

Alexandra does not look up from her book.

But he knows better than to make any trouble, says Vanessa.

Alexandra shrugs.

I love you, baby, says Vanessa, after a moment.

Love you too, Mom, says Alexandra. Not looking up from her book.

And Vanessa pulls the door closed softly and leaves and after a
moment, and another, Alexandra sets the battered paperback aside and
picks up the laptop and opens it. She puts a finger to her lips and
then pinches them, absently. On the screen is the main page of an
internet search engine. She takes a deep breath. She hits shift, and
types a quotation mark. She types the word john. She types the word
cuyahoga. She hits shift and types another question mark. She takes a
deep breath, and presses enter.

Vanessa snaps her cell phone shut and lies back naked except for
charcoal thightop stockings ungartered now from the merry widow
curmpled empty on the white futon beside her.

Fuck, says Vanessa.

She closes her eyes.

Fuck! bellows Vanessa Cuyahoga.

She rolls off the futon and stands and stockinged feet whispering over
the wood floor walks to the windows and looks out over the city
glittering below in the darkness her arms crossed beneath her breasts
and she says nothing at all.

Mom?

Still in her short kilt her white blouse buttoned once between her
breasts her white socks over her knees her feet in black thick-soled
Mary Janes her short hair rumpled her eyes under faintly frowning
brows her lips parted just stands Addison in the doorway stepping
once, twice into the room, and again, Mom?

I thought I was mad at you, says Vanessa.

What's up, Mom? says Addison, shoes quiet as she stands still halfway
across the room.

I know I was mad at you, says Vanessa. Sighing. One hand dropping to
her side.

Talk to me, says Addison.

It's Sam, says Vanessa. She's being a cooze. Vanessa turns her head to
the side not quite looking at Addison. And you were being a twit.

Addison looks down at the floor and says nothing.

Vanessa looks back out the window at the lights.

Do you love your mother? says Addison sing-song. The way I love mine?
Expecting nothing of her, 'cause she was changing all the time...

Vanessa closes her eyes.

Do you feel your mother? says Addison, shoes quiet as she steps across
the room closer and closer. The way I feel mine? I tried to change her
nature, but now I like it, 'cause it's mine.

That is such a corny fucking song, says Vanessa, smiling ghostly as
Addison reaches around her hands on her bare belly and lies her
forehead on Vanessa's bare shoulder and presses her lips to Vanessa's
back.

And I let you love me up, sings Addison, quietly, her socked knee
brushing Vanessa's stockinged knee. And I let you bring me home.

That was your favorite song when you were a little girl, says Vanessa,
her hand on Addison's hand on her belly, as Addison's other hand
brushes bare thigh-flesh above one stocking.

And I could go away, sings Addison, quietly, but I don't wanna.

So don't, says Vanessa turning in Addison's embrace as Addison's hands
drift down to the small of her back and knot there pulling Vanessa
even closer.

I don't wanna be too smart, and I don't wanna talk too fast, sings
Addison.

So don't, says Vanessa, kissing her mouth as it opens to say I don't
wanna look -

And they kiss, and kiss again, and Vanessa chuckles as her hands slip
under Addison's kilt, and they kiss again. I don't wanna look too
precious, sings Addison, breathily, as Vanessa kisses her cheek, her
ear, licks her throat, hands busy under Addison's kilt. There's always
complications, weird vibrations - unh, oh - Her hands coming up behind
Vanessa's head as Vanessa catches her mouth in another hungry kiss,
Addison's legs spreading one foot lifting as Vanessa's hips shift to
the side and one hand tugging aside the front flap of the kilt dives
in to find Addison's cunt. Clumsy steps back toward the futon, one
Mary Jane clattering off, white sock sliding on the wood floor,
stockinged feet slip whispering as Addison's hands squeeze Vanessa's
shoulder, Vanessa's back, Vanessa's ass, Vanessa's thigh.

Do you love your mother? sings Addison, stepping back as Vanessa
unbuttons the single button and tugs her shirt open. 'Cause God, I
love mine, a giggle as Vanessa bends to lap up a nipple with tongue
and lips and teeth and Addison hissing, oh, in my dream she let me
love her, gotta hand it to my mind -

Oh, no, says Vanessa, sit down. Sit down, says Vanessa, as one hand
back Addison drops to the futon kilt rucked up about her hips shirt
falling from her bare shoulders legs spread cunt shining smiling, sit
down, says Vanessa and shut up. I'm going to make someone scream and
it might as well be you, kneeling on the floor hands splitting
Addison's thighs further apart rolling up and back her white-socked
feet in the air giggling as Vanessa licks her cunt open and digs in.
Gasping. Lying back. Oh, fuck. Oh. Oh - Hands reaching above her head
to grab the other edge of the futon tightly elbows in the air, oh,
fuck come on come on come on. One hand lets loose to flop about for
something as the other kuckles white and then up comes Addison's hand
face shining groaning, there in her fingers a vibrator slim and
simple, mother-of-pearly pink, whorled with delicate white striations.
Oh, says Addison, oh Mom, fuck, oh -

                                                  ::
                                                  
                                            as falls cuyahoga,
                                      so falls cuyahoga falls
                                             an object lesson.010
                                                 
                                                          --n.
                                                  ::
                                                  
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"Carry Me" by Sophie B. Hawkins.

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