Part 4 - Watching Her Father Closely
"Clarence lowers his mouth to mine, begins slow, soft kissing, no fire, no sound... the kissing of a long-practiced lover... a pro. He tastes like a hint of sassafras. I smell the Dial soap. I smell his body. I breathe him in, can't help myself, but also hold back by remembering, This is a boy. Despite this, I feel heat flowing in me—all over, I kiss back, reflexive, desire bathed in numbing dread and growing anger. My arms tell all: are motionless—I do not reach to touch or hold on to him. Yet I feel powerless to the tide of him, washing me out beyond the shore of safety."
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The Wall Crossers
Non-FictionStep into the captivating world of "The Wall Crossers," a spellbinding tale set against the backdrop of Cold War-era West Berlin in 1971 and 1972 to the latter half of the 21st century, from Berlin to Bhutan. This narrative weaves together the lives...
