Girl Flees Circus: a Novel by C. W. Smith

Author:C. W. Smith
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: University of New Mexico Press
Published: 2022-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

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LEONARD LONGED FOR A REPEAT PLEASE ON THAT HUG. FOR sure he hadn’t known it was coming. Somebody tosses an apple at you without a warning whistle, and you see it looming and at the last second throw up your hands to catch it or block it from smacking your honker. Just standing there with a paintbrush in his hand and she comes walking up and just keeps walking right into him! Giant nest of that fiery red hair billowing up around his chin, and her arms slipped around his ribs and her palms spread on his back while he stood half-frozen holding the paintbrush out so it wouldn’t drip on her, and she pressed close. He felt what he now imagined were her warm breasts on his belly and his thigh brushed between her legs—

Oh, so briefly. Like a blink.

So now, hours past, he’d turned into a huge pink throbbing member, like a Leonard-sized dinger with his head and its hormone-drenched brain bobbling atop it. It was a deliciously painful condition. He’d worked alone for hours while Katie and Otis were gone, mooning feverishly, wallowing and swooning, going over and over that millisecond before she’d mumbled something and pulled away. He was happy to work alone; the absence of interruption gave his imagination full authority to rollick like a drunk along his nerve ends, gallop unchecked like a mad horseman through his sensitive tissues, kicking over his melee-rattled heartbeats.

Oh, if only he’d had the tiniest smidgeon of warning! He’d ready that spot on his belly to absorb the warmth of her breasts, ready his thigh to feel her soft legs brushing his, ready his chest to cuddle her cheek—making his body wholly receptive and expectant.

They’d expect him to make progress, and he wanted to please her with his dedication. But each motion to repair the craft brought her a step closer to flying off. He’d not had nearly enough of her, and it pained him that Louise Larsen and Mabel had enjoyed her overnight company—hogged her, really—and one was sure to get another helping.

Of course, he couldn’t offer that. And he did feel miffed that Arabella Bohanan’s party had shut him out. He might’ve offered to help Otis, but it would’ve left the airplane unattended and wasted what Katie felt was precious time.

At a point in the afternoon, he fixed on the fact that the craft had two cockpits. She’d said she planned to give folks joy rides, and he’d been thrilled by the notion, but that mysterious force pulling him into her orbit and his yearning to have that hug again roiled his imagination—result was he dreamed himself into that front cockpit, and not for a “ride” like a trip on a merry-go-round, but longer, farther, into the future.

That notion wrote itself into a story. He was not so creative a story-spinner that he could fashion himself as the flyer’s beau—a stretch that required a higher estimate of himself as her equal and equally desired. But maybe a

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