Excerpt from Tempting The Light
Abby Fitzgerald
didn’t expect a surprise birthday party when she got home today. She didn’t
expect bold colored daisies or pretty wrapped gifts. But most of all she didn’t
expect to find her live-in boyfriend Burt, engaged in a spooge-a-paloosa fest
with a chick dressed as a mime. Her crazy old grandmother warned her she would
be cursed on her twenty-fifth birthday, but who would have believed it?
Burt slapped his
body up against the mime from behind in a vigorous frenzy on the sleigh styled
queen-sized bed. The woman’s hands and painted white face pressed up against an
invisible window with his arm wrapped around her waist to keep her vertical.
Seeing Abby, the
mime's lips parted into an "O" breaking the sex-me-up red heart
painted across them. She covered her mouth with her gloved hands.
Abby stared in
horror at Burt with his mouth open and eyes closed, savoring the sheer ecstasy
of screwing the mime. Her heart shattered shooting pulmonary shrapnel up her
throat. He never looked like that when they were together.
"You’re
freaking cheating on me?"
Burt’s eyes
popped open, before he leaped from the bed. "Son of a . . ."
Abby dashed into
the hallway bathroom, and rummaged in the crowded cabinet under the sink. "Where’s
the damn Scrubbing Bubbles? Or better yet, the Borax?" She tossed a
mildewed loofa and a half used bottle of honeysuckle hand lotion over her
shoulder. They landed not far from Burt’s bare feet.
"Abby, I’m
sorry. I was going to wait until after your birthday to tell you." He
placed his hands on both sides of the bathroom door trim and leaned into the
room. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I’m trying
to find something to scour the sick image of you and your mime girlfriend from my eyes. Better yet, I’ll get the
melon ball scooper." Unable to contain herself, she whipped a can of lemon
scented shaving cream at his head.
He ducked but
the foaming missile bounced off his hair-sprayed-until-bullet-proof hair. His
nostrils flared like an enraged bull. Too bad that was all he had in common
with the animal. "You’re acting irrational. Stop it."
True. Right now
she couldn’t even think straight. "Get away from me."
"It doesn’t
have to be like this," he said under his breath.
She ignored his
statement and shoved his skinny five-foot-four-inch unclothed body aside and
marched back into the bedroom.
The mime perched
on the edge of the bed with a sheet wrapped around her naked body. She held up
both hands in a stop gesture and waved them back and forth.
"Abby.
Please settle down." Burt trailed behind her.
"Settle
down? Do you know why I came home early?"
"No."
He glanced at his watch then looked absolutely baffled.
"Because I
got fired today, Burt."
He tilted his
head to the side and wrinkled his rather large forehead. "Oh. Well, how
were you planning to help me pay the rent then?"
She wished she
had a gun to shoot the stupid out of him.
