A Glimpse of Tiger by Herman Raucher

Author:Herman Raucher [Raucher, Herman]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781626818088
Publisher: Diversion Books
Published: 2015-04-28T23:00:00+00:00

14

The Marshal House YWCA accepted Tiger, even at that irreverent early morning hour. They gave her Room 1224. 1224, she thought. Christmas Eve. It must have meant something. She would have preferred 1123, her birthday. But if you can’t have your own, Christ’s ain’t bad.

Anyway, there she was, back with the Establishment. The YWCA. Wild. It was the first place that had occurred to her. Maybe because it had a pool. But more nearly because, from her earliest days, it meant haven. Her room was basic puritan. Unemotional furniture, framed prints of the flowers of six Eastern states, and the smell of a dentist’s waiting room.

It all had had an instantaneous soothing effect on her. Familiarity calming the soul. Recognition reducing the apprehension. And it was suddenly as though the years between her father’s house and the Marshal House YWCA had never happened. She had merely stepped, remarkably, from her own little bedroom with the white curtains into another just like it. And in the process she had obliterated Smith, and Luther, and pot, and pain.

She went immediately to sleep on clean percale. No nightmare, no dragon. Only once did she awaken, and that because the names of the Seven Dwarfs had come to her in a flash. “Humpty, Blitzen, Agamemnon, Greed, Lust, Avarice, and Costello.” She woke up laughing after perhaps but two hours’ sleep. Yet it had been a caressingly beautiful sleep. She stretched and yawned, and marched straightaway into a shower that actually worked. Water, the temperature of which you could truly regulate. No more the big swing from solid scald to frigid freeze if the tenant upstairs flushed the john or ran a glass of water.

She sang, even washed her hair, and considered going home. She did that only because she knew that she had that option and that she owed it to her parents to give it at least one little thought. Which she did, and then dismissed.

She wrapped herself in a big white towel and sang “Born Free.” Before meeting Luther, she had been a reasonably modest girl, an only child painfully inexperienced in what went on outside of Daddy’s domain. As “lovers” she had had: Brian Morgan (once). Paul Emhardt (twice, both awful). Richard Butler (once, and better forgotten). And Buzz Maples (six? no, seven). Therefore, prior to hooking up with Luther, she had had…four men (if you wanted to call them that) for a total of eleven times. Eleven times out, including a stumbling loss of virginity. Eleven times during which she had experienced a torrid half orgasm (thank you, Buzz Maples, and your magic finger). As a result of these trysts, she had, by her count, brought on three male orgasms (Buzz Maples again, bless him) and caused semi-impotence four times (Brian Morgan, one; Paul Emhardt, both times; and Richard Butler, one—but for all time). She had carried that little scorecard around in her head until she met Luther, at which time all previous records tumbled and new heights of ecstasy were scaled that were without number and beyond counting.

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