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design of a woman's needs and comforts in mind. A sort of lounge is at the edge of the wall, to the left of the sliding doors. The walls surrounding it are oval, with a lot of window room within, draped closed.

The bed, on the other side, is large and foamy. It has me thinking of the one in a cabin I once rented for a personal staycation when I was in a mistake of a relationship with a guy named Daryl.

Months of busing tables, apprenticing at garages and faking a smile for tips at the local dive bar called for a well-deserved two-week vacation. I had been planning to lose my virginity to him there, but he got drunk and fell asleep. At the time, I was pissed, but now, I’m so glad that that was how it had played out.

I still can’t believe that I’m going to spend Christmas at my boss' house.

It's a raw kind of danger, isn't it?

Tearful suspense.

Not knowing what could happen at any minute.

He could be watching me through the walls right now, peeping as I take off my panties and rub the cold lather all around my shiny skin.

He could be at the door, listening to every sound I make.

He could be in his bed, jerking off.

Or he could be by his phone, hoping I'll text him first and give him an invite into my quarters, perhaps.

The pillows slump around my neck as I dive deep into the bed. My muscles feel tired, and thoughts fire up and around my mind. The light from the screen burns my eyes for a bit before they adjust.

No text.

It's close to ten, and I'm not that sleepy.

Maybe my mom’s still awake.

Could she be?

She's second on my speed dial, right after the pizza place. It rings four times.

"Darling?"

Her face fills up the screen, with her nose smudging up her camera.

"A little further, mama. Like we practiced. Wipe the camera with your sweater so I can see you better." She does. "Ah, there you are. You're quite the student."

Age has got nothing on Gloria Amador's face. Her pores are still perfect, and her eyes are beautifully canvased within cat eye frames.

Her hair is longer, and her cheeks ever more radiant. A book lies haphazardly on the bed in the background, and a pillow is behind her neck. I did wake her.

"How are you, baby?"

"I'm good, mama. Just wanted to check up on you before Christmas tomorrow. And with this new lockdown."

Smiling, she licks her lips and yawns mildly.

"Oh, such a caring daughter. I love you."

Her voice is a little raspy.

"How have you been?" I ask her. “What have you bene up to?”

She raises her brow and thins her lips.

"Oh, you know. A little of this, a little of that. Taking care of the birds as they come. Oh, you know, I found one of your father's old shirts in the attic yesterday."

"Mama, why are you going to the attic? I told you, get that Fred kid from next door to help."

"Yeah, but you know these teenagers. They want five dollars for helping me carry in groceries. It's too much."

"Ay, mama. It's just five dollars."

"And what would your papa say about that, hmm?"

"He would always agree with you, until he agreed with me," I say, smiling like a seven-year-old girl in her father arms, wearing a hand-stitched dress.

"I miss him too, baby. So, what are you doing for Christmas? Are we going to have to Skype too?"

"I know you hate it, mama, but it's no different than me being there with you."

"Ay, will you have a taste of my chicken through the phone then?"

"No," I mutter.

She laughs.

"Then it is different. But it will be nice to see you when all of this is over, huh?"

"Oh, it will be. I'll come over and finally paint the dining room for you."

She sighs.

"Ah. Or I'll just get Fred over here and make him do it. He has an older brother, you know. About your age, too."

"Mama, come on," I chuckle. "Not now, okay? It's late. I have to sleep."

"Oh, I'm just saying. Every young beautiful woman like you needs a strong man by her side. Like your father was to me. Like your abuelo was to my mother, and so on. I won't meddle, baby, but I would really like some grandchildren to keep my mind busy someday."

"Good night, mama. I love you."

"Good night ,Nellie. Merry Christmas. Stay in touch, okay?"

"Okay."

I won't chat with Denue tonight. I can’t. It's too soon, and there's no telling what these two days, or two weeks, or however long it will be, will bring.

It's funny how I randomly chose to bring myself to him, like hooked bait right into the fish's mouth. Closing my eyes to think of how he wrangled that towel, watching me like he intended to have me for dinner instead... mmh.

It should be easier this time, running circles around my clit, to make myself cum while thinking about him. It's always easy. Only this time, I'm in his den. In his house. He could be right outside the door, waiting for me to moan, to call out to him.

"Oh, Denue."

I catch myself shuddering, the danger of the act itself whispering into my bones, daring me to go on. He should be listening. He owes it to himself. He’s the one who makes me think such naughty thoughts about those thick biceps.

That lean washboard core.

Red lips for days.

Big brown eyes, opening and closing to see my spread-out legs, the length of the robe up my thighs and grazing my ass.

Pushing a finger in, he would play with it, and playfully he would pursue my hidden

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