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Elevator to the Bottom

Kim impatiently waits for the elevator doors to open. It’s been almost a week since her last rendezvous, and she is teeming with excitement.

An hour earlier, she was riddled with guilt.

Kim’s cover story of her friend Amy having problem after problem were getting old. She knew her husband suspected her of cheating. She’s sloppy with her excuses and he caught her in a lie. He started spending more time at home and wanted to take her out to dinner, but Kim’s heart isn’t in it anymore. She wanted to leave for her secret meeting, and nothing Jeff said stopped her from going. He looked devastated when Kim said she must go and help her friend. She couldn’t get Jeff’s sad face out of her head.

He knows.

Kim presses the elevator button continuously. “Dammit.”

The doors finally opens and six people with luggage rolling behind them, were the cock blocking culprits. Kim enters the elevator and presses the close door button to speed her ride. When the elevator doors finally open, Kim exits with haste, and pulls a key card out her bag. With one swipe, she was able to enter the hotel room. Brian is sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently. His shirtless body is a masterpiece, and he is enjoying a glass of wine. She throws her duffel bag on the floor and drops her trench jacket, revealing her petite, naked body. Unable to break his gaze, he leans towards the nightstand and sits his glass of wine down.

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He stands up, towering over her and grabs her waist, pressing her breasts into his chiseled abs. She’s standing on her tiptoes so she can meet his kiss. His 6’4” frame pulls her up more and they tease each other kissing slowly and slipping tongue. Their bodies soon became heated and the passionate kissing turns into biting, licking and sucking each other’s faces. He loses the war of wills and he throws her to the bed and continues the vigorous actions down her entire body. He settles on her sweet spot and takes his time pleasing her. She bites her lip, trying to resist his pleasures, but soon her lip quivers when she succumbs `to his will. She’s breathless.

Brian looks at Kim, smiling over his handiwork. “A man who can do that shouldn’t have to beg to see you.”

“Don’t start that now. It’s a mood killer. I risked a lot to come see you.” Kim sits upright. “He knows something’s going on.”

“He’s not keeping you happy. You should tell him about us.”

“No. I should try and work on my marriage.”

“Why are you forcing yourself to be with someone you’re not attracted to anymore?”

“Dammit Brian! I’m putting my kids first.” Kim shakes her head. “Why don’t you try to put your son first and stop trying to break up his marriage?”

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Mom

Jenny wrote her speech two weeks ago for the annual Mother’s Day event her company has for their employees. Having 80 percent women on staff, it started as an employee relations builder. It’s the first year Jenny won’t have her mother here for this day, and that inspired her speech. Her heart is heavy as she approaches the podium. She swallows hard to clear the lump in her throat.

“Good afternoon everyone and welcome to our annual Mother’s Day luncheon. Why do moms get their day of appreciation? Well, we should appreciate them daily, but this day is for going the extra mile. Why?

She loved you before you were born.

She loves you more than herself.

She wants you to have a better life than her.

She sacrifices for her child starting with pregnancy, altering the body; birth, traumatizing the body; sleepless days and nights caring for the infant, and making sure the needs of her child are met before her own. That love is non-ceasing. We have some of your kids who have prepared something special for you.”

Jenny takes deep breathes, choking back tears as she steps to the side where her seating is. She halts in front of the chair where her mom was supposed to sit. Someone stupidly added her mom’s name tag to a seat, and Jenny lost it, crying uncontrollably.

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Tripping

Dana is exhausted. Her back and neck aches, and her right foot feels numb. Driving nonstop for six hours on an endless, dark road is tough. This spontaneous road trip was thought through with careful detail. As careful as ten minutes notice can be. She saw her chance to leave, so she took it without hesitation.

Dana knew a trip of this magnitude would be difficult, to say the least, but the surmounting issues are taxing. She’s sweating from every pore in her body. Her underarms smell like onions. Her breath tastes like rotten eggs. Her crotch area smells very…unpleasant. It still was a good plan not to use the air conditioner to reserve gas. Dana looks down at the gas gauge, which is close to empty. Now it’s confirmed how bad her car runs on gas.

She pulled an apple out of her food bag, and took a bite. She put the apple back in the bag because her cheek is sore and her face hurts whenever she opens her mouth. She hadn’t spoke to her family in years, but she hoping they will welcome her back. With any hope, her parents are okay and still live in the house she grew up in.

As Dana travels eastward, she has a front row seat in witnessing nature’s beauty. She is in awe of the sunrise. The sun rays beam through the windshield, and the entire inside of the car glowed. It gave her a serene feeling. Dana sees a rest stop is coming in a few miles, and she knows it’s time. Time to stop and ask for help. It is time for a new day.