From time to time that afternoon, as I indulged my literary delusions, I'd remember the sight of Livinia and Alicia in their smooch.From time to time that afternoon, as I indulged my literary delusions, I'd remember the sight of Livinia and Alicia in their smooch. Or I'd remember watching Alicia's breasts heave within her cashmere sweater. Or the taste of her lips when I'd kissed her that once. And if I wasn't careful, I'd start imagining the two of them intertwined, naked and feasting on each other's loveliness. It didn't take too much of a leap of imagination after that to start considering what it might be like to be in bed with both of them and then to wonder if Alicia was anything like as responsive as her older sister and then... Sticking to the work in front of me wasn't easy, but the cursor blinked insistently and I just knew damn good and well that if I let myself indulge the images, pretty soon I'd be writing stuff that doesn't bring in money -- and doing it with one hand, if you know what I mean. My doorbell rang at a quarter after six. I know the exact time because CBS radio sports was just beginning and I was listening to find out if Mr. Bluster, the [censored] who owns the Yankees, had managed to set the negotiating process back and insure Major League Baseball would have a greatly abbreviated season. I went to answer the bell, wondering who. It occurred to me that it might be Livinia and Alicia, but I told myself that they were probably spending as much time together as possible before Alicia departed for Orlando. More likely it was a neighbor who'd forgotten keys. |