Desi Village Aunty Fucking With Son
Overhead the city lights wash out all but the brightest of stars, but it's still a beautiful evening, the air clear, the moon bright and blue in the sky. All around me the townhouses stand, monolithic and patchily illuminated. Behind each window a different scene plays out: in one, a family dinner, in another, a man working at a computer, in a third a couple watches TV. I wonder what might be happening behind the closed curtains I can see. Who's fucking. Who's cumming. What kinky secrets lurk in the English bedroom? The park is dark, with small dim lights illuminating the pathways like fireflies, but the moon is bright and once my eyes adjust I can see clearly. I hear them coming, his low rumble, her laugh and giggle. The scrape of a key in a lock, the creak of a wrought-iron gate. Like a shadow I slip into a nearby bush, reaching into my pocket for my binoculars. They pass so close to me I can smell her perfume, hear the rustle of his trousers. He walks to a clear space, set back. September 9, 1988, Chicago, Illinois“How is school going?” I asked Jacquelyn when I met her for our morning run.“It’s only been three days, but it’s OK. There’s a new girl who moved here from Connecticut. I decided to try to be her friend.”“That’s a great idea,” I said. “Making the new person feel welcome!”“I heard there are two more girls that moved from out of state. I’m going to try to meet them as well.”“Did you have your checkup?” I asked.“The doctor thinks I’m losing weight too fast. He did a whole bunch of tests to make sure there isn’t anything wrong. Can you believe he got permission from my mom for an HIV test? I’ve never even kissed a guy!”“Have you ever had a blood transfusion?” I asked.“Yeah, when I was six. Why?”“That would have been around 1978, right? That was before they were testing the blood supply for HIV. It’s a good precaution.”“Yes, almost exactly ten years ago, right before my seventh birthday. I crashed my bike and was in the hospital. I needed a Lapa ....
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