WILL
Avision of two voluptuous breasts dances through my mind. I float between them in a black sea. The blackness holds me down, and I try to swim through it to get back to the breasts and curvy body they belong to.
But they’re just out of reach above the surface of the black water. If I can just break through it, I’ll see them.
I’m swimming through the blackness and reaching for the breasts…
The vision fades and my eyes flicker open.
The first thing I see isn’t breasts but the cold tiles of a strange floor. Female voices reach my ears, and I lift my gaze to see two figures standing together by a bed.
One of them has a child strapped to her front, and the other has her arms folded over her chest.
I try to sit up, and there’s a thumping in my head.
“He’s awake,” one of the women says.
She comes over and crouches next to me. The scentof body wash fills my nostrils, and a memory of being hit by a shampoo bottle makes me wince.
The woman has dark eyes and full lips and she’s saying something to me, but I’m mesmerized by her lips moving.
Her dark hair sticks to her shoulders, making her black t-shirt wet. A black t-shirt that hugs her figure and outlines the perfect breasts. She’s the woman from the shower. The woman I saw naked. The woman who attacked me.
Her fingers reach for the side of my head, and I recoil. “Are you going to hit me again?”
She winces and presses her lips together. “That depends.”
The other woman has come to stand behind her, and she’s holding a plastic rattle. But the way she holds it tight in her fist and raised reminds me of the shampoo bottle. A plastic rattle never looked so menacing.
“On what?”
“Why are you in my room?”
My key card is still clasped in my hand, and I hold it up to her. “This is my room.”
She hurmphs and looks back at the other woman, who raises her shoulders slightly but doesn’t lower the rattle.
“I’m in room 102,” the pretty woman with the dusky pink nipples says. “There must have been a mix up.”
I sit up, and the world goes sideways. Her hands find my shoulders, and she leans me against the wall.
“Take it easy. You’ve had a knock.”
Her voice is smooth like honey and contains nothing to indicate she’s the one who’s responsible for the knock that has my head thumping and images of dancing breasts going through my mind.
“You attacked me.”
She bites her bottom lip. “You walked in on me in the shower.”
She’s right to be indignant. A strange man just walked in on her naked, her reaction was entirely appropriate.
I shift position and my bladder screams at me, which is a reminder of why I was in such a hurry for the bathroom.
“I need to use the bathroom.” She squints at me suspiciously, and I wonder what’s got her so jumpy. “I need to empty my bladder, which is why I ran in here so quick. But your attack waylaid me, and now I’d very much like to get on with my bladder emptying.”
A ghost of a smile dances on her lips. “You talk funny.”
And you have perfect breasts, is what I want to say, but I’m not saying anything provoking. I’ve seen what she can do with a shampoo bottle.
