Riverside Park. Laura Wormer Van

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      One of the hazards of an inexperienced teenage boy. The upside was Jason had been a virgin, free of disease, and now only knew the most acute desire to get into her. Which was fine with her.

      “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

      “It’s okay,” she whispered back, pulling his head down to rest on her shoulder, “because you still feel so good inside of me.” She was looking up at the clock. She had maybe ten minutes. She shifted, tightening her legs around Jason to keep him there, and started to whisper things to him. Nice things. About him, about his size and how he felt inside of her, about what she wanted him to do to her. It was not long before she felt him growing large again. The progress was slow but steady, and although he was not quite yet fully erect, she started moving against him because she had grown tremendously excited. He began thrusting back, making her moan a little, which got him more excited, and his increasingly harder thrusts made Celia’s hips start to rise. She told him what was happening to her, what she was feeling, and then Jason became almost frantic, rhythmically banging the cabinet into the wall. She cried softly into his neck as she came and then shuddered violently; moments later he grunted loudly and collapsed on Celia, damp with perspiration.

      Celia rolled out from under Jason and went into Mark’s toilet to get some paper towels. She dampened some and used them to clean herself up and then wordlessly brought some out for Jason. She went back for the can of Glade and sprayed the air. It smelled of fake roses and when she looked at Jason they both laughed.

      5

      Rosanne DiSantos and Mrs. Emma Goldblum

      “I HATE IT when you say things like that, Mrs. G,” Rosanne told her eighty-nine-year-old former employer, longtime friend and roommate.

      “I only said that it appeared the young foreign gentleman has a crush on our dear Amanda.”

      “And Amanda’ll never notice because she never does,” Rosanne said. “But now you’re gonna make me worry about what’s gonna happen when Mickey Muscles makes his move out there in wherever the heck she is.” Having only lived in Detroit and New York City, Rosanne DiSantos was not a fan of the country.

      “Connecticut,”Mrs. Goldblum supplied, sipping her cocoa. “Amanda is quite capable of taking care of herself.”

      That shows how much you know about how she used to be, Rosanne thought. Amanda was like another person since she met Howie, and even like a third person after the kids started coming. As much as Rosanne wanted to believe the old Amanda was gone forever she still worried a bit now and then.

      Rosanne had known Amanda and Howie for over fifteen years. When she earned her living as a housekeeper, they had been separate clients; Amanda was living by herself and Howie had been married to a first-class bitch that Rosanne hated.

      Mrs. Goldblum’s forehead furrowed slightly. “What is it, dear?”

      “Oh, nothin’,” Rosanne said quickly, forcing a smile. “I was just thinkin’ how guys are always gaga over Amanda’s boobs so she must be handling them, just like you said.”

      Mrs. Goldblum carefully replaced her cup into the saucer with a smile. “I might not have expressed it in quite that way, Rosanne dear, but I do understand what you mean.” After a moment her smile faded. “And perhaps it’s nothing.”

      Rosanne shot a look across the table. “Perhaps what is nothing?”

      Mrs. Goldblum withdrew the lace hankie she kept tucked in her sleeve and patted her nose with it. “It’s just that I’ve lived such a long time.”

      Oh, no, here we go again, Rosanne thought. Everyone got older, of course, but somehow she never thought it would happen to Mrs. G. She had always been a little frail, yes, like a little bird, but these “talks” she had started giving lately were giving Rosanne the creeps. Like she was trying to cram things into Rosanne’s head at the last minute.

      Rosanne couldn’t think about life without Mrs. G. (How dumb was that? A licensed practical nurse who can’t deal with people dying?) What had begun as a solution to the problem of an older widow with a rent-controlled apartment far too large for her and a single mother without a proper place to raise her young son had become over the years a very real family. Mrs. G had been one of her housekeeping clients, too, back in the days when Rosanne’s husband, Frank, had been alive. (The Stewarts had been on Monday, Amanda Miller on Tuesday, the Wyatts on Wednesday, Mrs. Goldblum on Thursday and the Cochrans on Friday.) This apartment had been Rosanne and Jason’s home for over a decade and Mrs. G was like a mother to her and a grandmother to Jason. Jason even called her Gran.

      And what changes had unfolded! Jason went from six to seventeen years old and Rosanne went from housekeeping to night school to becoming an LPN at Hudson Hospital. The fact that Rosanne hated nursing was besides the point. She had risen from a blue-collar living to become a professional. People looked at Rosanne differently now. And no one seemed surprised that one of Bronx Poly Sci’s academic stars was her son.

      Living in an apartment overlooking Riverside Park and the Hudson River had been quite something, too. Particularly since Mrs. G had been living in this three-bedroom apartment for like sixty-five years and her rent was only $1,450 a month, half of which Rosanne paid. What would happen after Mrs. G died was not hard to imagine; they’d already seen it innumerable times. Rosanne and Jason would be evicted and the apartment would be renovated and sold as a condo unit for well over a million dollars.

      What would she do then? Rosanne had no idea. Everyone expected her to marry Randy eventually but she preferred the relationship the way it was. Randy was a great guy and everything but while Rosanne worked steadily to improve herself and her lot in life, Randy wanted to keep everything the same. Change upset him. He wasn’t stupid, but he wasn’t motivated. He was a detective, but worked mostly behind a desk in an administrative capacity. Randy did his job, then left his shift on the dot to have a beer with the guys, maybe throw some darts and watch NASCAR. He had two kids by his ex-wife that he regularly saw and supported. The thing that really bothered Rosanne was how Randy never seemed to initiate any action on his own; if there wasn’t someone always there to tell him what to do next he would basically do nothing.

      Randy liked the way their relationship was. They went out on occasion, always saw each other on Saturday night (at which time they very pleasantly got on sexually), and Rosanne always cleaned his apartment so she could stand being there.

      So they just went on and Rosanne found it reassuring to have him in her life.

      “Okay, Mrs. G, you’ve lived a long time,” Rosanne prompted.

      Mrs. G moved her lips around a little before she spoke.

      This had started recently, too.

      “It’s not good for a husband and wife to live apart,”Mrs. G finally said.

      “Amanda’s not going to do anything.” At least I sure hope not, Rosanne added to herself. “She’s got the three screaming-mimis and Madame DeFarge to keep her busy.”

      “Hmm,”Mrs. G said somewhat gravely.

      Rosanne counted to five. “What do you mean, hmm?”

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