She tells me that all she ever wanted to do was take care of me. She says some other stuff about her house on the beach in Hawaii. She says we should go there once we made enough money off this town. Her hands dong all the sweet careful things hands could do in the shower. She suggested we move to her condo in Miami. She says she has been on the phone with her lawyers, she said her lawyer found the perfect spot for a garage just outside Little Havana. She looks me dead in the eyes and tells me she knows she will never replace Carmen, that she knows I am only doing this with her to feel something. She tells me she knows me better than I think, probably better than Carmen. She says all she wants to do is take care of me. She washes the soap off and we kiss some more.

Out of the shower, towels, kissing rubbing, sweat. It was twisting and turning, it was all a person could have asked for. But it wasn’t the same; it wasn’t that forbidden thing we had back in California. It wasn’t my little fantasy of finding a rich chic to take care of me; it wasn’t even the brief period of time when I thought I was in love with her. It was good the feel of her and her warmth oh it was great. But every time I closed my eyes, I wanted to open them and find Carmen grinning at me. And it never happened. I wanted those dark brown eyes, like chocolate instead I got green, olives right off the tree green.

The next morning I wake to her laying on my back, I felt the heat if her breasts crushed into my back. Her hands snaked their way around my waist, her tongue licking the beads of sweat that were running down my neck. Her fingers found me hot and heavy in between my legs… she whispered in my ear “Did your Carmen do this? Did she make you come really hard, I bet she did…I bet she fucked like it was her life or yours, I bet your thinking about her right now, her ass, her lips, those sexy curves, stacked and ready to go,” She slid her fingers in me when she said this, at first I didn’t notice it too hung up and why she would say these things to me when I wasn’t even awake yet. Her fingers in me with her right hand. Her left hand on my clit, the things coming out of her mouth…. “You know I saw you with her on the beach….I saw the way you held her….I saw the way she kissed you. God I wanted to be with you like that…..” She stops talking and staring licking my shoulder her teeth grazing my back…. “I love this tattoo….is it for her?”