Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year Volume 2 by Sacchi Green

Author:Sacchi Green
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2017-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

THE SALE OF TWO TITTLES

Nanisi Barrett D’Arnuk

It was the worst of times. It was the best of times. Oh dammit, who am I kidding? It was definitely the worst time I’d ever had. It seemed like nothing was going right, hadn’t been for months. I felt I was drifting: no focus, no plans, nothing interesting. I did my job, got a little exercise, ate the minimum amount of food necessary, and slept. Not much more than that.

I walked down the river walk quite often, sometimes during the day to breathe fresh air and feel the sun on my face, sometimes at night so I could melt into the shadows and watch. People seemed to sense that I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I’m very careful about letting anyone into my personal space. No one ever dared to infiltrate my world. No one even tried.

Not that I can’t be sociable; I can be the life of the party when I choose. But not today, not this week, probably not this year. I supposed I’d have to get over it someday.

It was a good thing I could work from home. I set my the sale of two titties own hours, worked when I felt like it, and slept when I didn’t. I mailed the advertising layouts to the head office and they deposited money into my account. I didn’t have to be polite. I didn’t have to dress up. I didn’t have to do anything if I didn’t feel like it.

I guess I’d been this way since Janey walked out on me three months before. I still don’t understand what happened. Maybe I was in denial, maybe it was my fault, but I never saw it coming. Pam knew. She and her partner even loaned Janey money to get another apartment. I never realized it until she was gone. By then it was too late.

I would watch the water taxis ferry tourists to the boutiques and cafes along the river. The boutiques where the items cost a lot more than they were worth, but the little sticker on the bottom, with the city’s name, said they were purchased in a place that would impress those back home. I wasn’t impressed. But then, nothing seemed to impress me these days.

Sometimes I would sit on a bench (I thought of it as my bench) and throw bread to the ducks that paddled along the river. I also dropped popcorn onto the grass along the walk for smaller birds and squirrels. They never said thank you, but I knew they appreciated it.

Night was much better for me. I could hide then. Not behind walls or fences, but right out in the open. People never notice anyone in the dark, unless they’re paranoid or looking for someone or something. No one peered into the shadows. They usually only saw their companions, enjoyed the cloak of privacy the darkness seemed to offer, and hoped no one would notice them. The cloak was a solo garment for me.

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