Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, ...hey know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. She was there, because an old friend of hers had said that her daughter had been drugged and beaten by a client, during a party. She watched the young woman sleeping, taking note of the visible injuries. For some reason, her gut instinct was that Gloria was far more important than met the eye.Gloria McQueen was a physical mess. Her left eye was swollen shut, and covered with a horrible swirl of black and blue bruises. The right side of her face was swollen as a result of her broken jaw. It was. “Always a pleasure,” Red says, and she turns to head out of Jennifer’s office; but not before glancing Cris’s way again with that fucking smirk playing at her lips.As soon as the door closes behind her Jennifer breaks out into a smile bigger than the cheshire cat’s. “What was that?”Cris cleared her throat, “What was what?” “You are the most horrible liar. You could cut the tension with a knife as soon as she walked in the room! You couldn’t even finish your sentence! What was she like? Is she a. What’s wrong?” “Well, I was expecting your brother. I guess I was just shocked. I’ve never seen you dressed.” His face turned red and he sputtered out, “That’s not what I meant. I mean dressed like a girl. You always look like a guy. Sorry.” I looked down at my short shorts and sports bra. In the gym, it seemed fine, but here at the job site, it was a little bit skimpy. I suddenly realized it was after work hours and we were alone in this great big house. I decided to be all business as usual..Read More
