1. Fool's Paradise


    Date: 4/21/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: SITTING, Rating: 31, Source: LushStories

    ready for disappointment only made victory even sweeter. He let himself imagine that she really was going to do as he said. She’d be wearing the spotless white summer dress, the sleeveless one with lace around the shoulders. It was shorter than her regular dresses, falling to mid-thigh, the skirt thin and light. She’d walk out of the house in her heels. It was a hot morning. The start of summer, humid and hot; like a mild rainforest. She’d walk into the heat and smile, and head all the way over to his place and then? The day would be theirs. Max scoffed, got out of bed and threw open the curtains, pushing out the window. He looked out at rows and rows of houses. The sky was blue. Maybe too blue. Maybe it was going to rain. He smiled a small, secretive smile to himself. He could see people out already, jogging along the streets, plugged into music players, focused resolutely on keeping fit. He never quite understood the idea of getting exercise along the polluted sidewalks. Surely, inhaling car fumes would be harmful. But then again, maybe not. Maybe people were immune to all the chemicals by now. The air coming in through the window was warm and vaguely smoky. He thought of Eva again, wondered if she was coming. Maybe. Maybe she had his instructions in her hand and was following them to the letter. Or maybe she already knew them off by heart. He liked to flatter himself by believing the latter. He’d been mean. She didn’t know where he lived; after all Marie got the house. ...
    Max ended up on the fourth floor of a relatively modest apartment block. It wasn’t bad but it didn’t feel like home. It felt like a temporary station, like a stopover at a hotel room on the way to someplace much better. If Eva were coming, maybe she’d have got a taxi. Trains didn’t run very often on Sundays and the buses were cramped and sporadic. Or she might have walked, like he told her to. The thought sent a tightening thrill through his stomach. It wasn’t a long distance. It’d actually make a nice walk for a Sunday morning. Perhaps she was enjoying it, sauntering along the paths in her little heels, looking radiant and beautiful under the sun. Take the top path through the park , he’d written. It wasn’t the ideal route and maybe she’d realise that. Maybe she’d walk all the way around the park instead. She was a smart girl, she would have definitely realised there was an easier way than manoeuvring through the overgrown hedges and weeds. It all depended on whether she’d obey him. He’d said quite clearly, ‘ Do what I’ve written down.’ He wouldn’t mind very much if she hadn’t but the thought of her doing something crazy only because he wanted her to, made his heart beat a little faster. She’s not going to come , he reminded himself. She won’t. Even if she wants to. On Sundays they play tennis. George will ask her why she’s not going with them and she can’t say, “I’m meeting Max,” because that’d be suicidal. It wouldn’t make sense for her to come. It simply wouldn’t. And yet, ...
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