NLB-100 Lost on Twilight Road
Lost on Twilight Road
National Library Book
NLB-100
James Colton
$0.75
Lost on Twilight Road
National Library Book
NLB-100
James Colton
$0.75
Foreword
“Don’t you know that’s what a woman’s for?”
He couldn’t seem to stop her. She was all over him, and he felt so weak. His hands went out to push her away, but it was a feeble shove. And instead of minding it, she managed his hands to pull the straps down off her shoulders. The gingham halter fell off. She pulled his face against her thrusting breasts.
The rest happened wildly and in a swirl of time he could make nothing of, except he wanted to fight free of her, desperately, but she was somehow stronger, and kept him against her and managed him, the parts of him, as if he were a doll or a puppet.
—Except when it was over. Then she was the helpless one. And he was able to fall away from her, to crawl on his hands and knees, shakily, to where she had flung his pants. Dizzily he kicked his legs into them.
And as he did so, he glimpsed on the kitchenette shelf a bottle. He recognized the label.
Vodka. So that was what ailed him! She had doctored that lemonade, made him drunk.
He threw her a bitter glance where she still sprawled on the couch, panting, the smile still on her lipstick-smeared mouth, her eyes still shut.
Then he snatched up his shoes and shirt and slammed out of the trailer. He ran, ran stumbling and headachy into the red blaze of sunset, ran past the shaggy eucalyptus trunks and down along the endless vineyard rows. He ran and ran, away from her, Mildred, and from his mother, from the men with the big cars, from the constant drunks, the early morning escapes, the old Chevy, the dirty trailer, all of it. Forever…
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