Free Through the Hole by Kendall Newman Page A

cigarettes and beer, which was nasty, but it didn’t matter…what mattered was the feel, the ‘sensation’ the moment he penetrated me, like a staff piercing straight into my heart.
    When she woke up her head was beating twelve beats faster than her heart, and she had the same stink of shame, sweat and beer on her that she could literally smell as the man openly snored aloud just across from her, making her head throb even more.
    He wasn’t adorable, not anymore…that child-like charm and hair gel only could go so far as she looked at the sloppy mess he really was, lips agape and drool collecting on her fancy pillows as most of the fabric stuck to the side of his face— I seriously need to invest in plastic covers for my bed— and his hair looked like some funkified version of Peppermint Patty’s from Charlie Brown. You know the style…
    Well douche it up now! That’s the hair that was stuck to her pillow now, and she couldn’t help shaking that ‘sticky’ feeling she got when she finally got out of bed, prompting the man to roll over and scratch his ass while she trailed off to the bathroom to wipe off several layers of that funk with an industrial scrubber and a razor blade.
    “Hey babe, if you’re not doing anything later—”
    She caught Kyle’s voice as he finished up, and she swore she heard something tip over, but it didn’t get to her. Most men like Kyle were slobs; epic Gods of sex and love in their own minds, and tended to conform to personalized rules which negated them from niceties like cleaning up after one’s self, or hitting the toilet when taking a piss.
    ‘ Why do that when I ‘rocked’ her world? She’d be thrilled just to be in the same room as me, let alone clean up my urine!’ her inner voice mocked using NOT his tone, but her own in more condescending fashion.
    She even shook her head and frowned comically while impersonating, crooking a single finger under her lip as though she had an ugly mustache to match. She was interrupted when she realized she was ignoring Kyle.
    … Something about doing stuff later?
    “I’m sorry, what?”
    “Were you even listening to me?” Kyle cut in rather sourly as he stepped out onto the porch, not even caring to dress in more than a dirty pair of boxers while he still reeked of cigarette smoke.
    She smiled again—that fake but polite smile—and admitted, “No, not essentially…” shrugging her shoulders. “I’m sorry but I just don’t have any interest in hanging out.”
    “So then that’s it…” Kyle scoffed.
    “And if it is? Kyle…the moment you laid eyes on me I was just another booty call. So you can go brag to your friends if you want, but understand that you were just another notch on my belt too…” she cooed softly, and stood to her feet finally as she kissed her finger before placing it against his lips.
    He scoffed again, and she found that tone annoying. “Man, you’re just a bitch aren’t you?”
    “Maybe. Doesn’t matter though cause I have an appointment—so get dressed, I need to clean the funk out of my bedroom.”
    “You freaking skank!” he snapped, and set the mug down harshly as he stormed back into the bedroom to gather his pants.
    “So what does that make you for sleeping with a skank? I was going to say ‘nothing personal’ but I think we know who the bitch in this booty call is…so…leave, bitch.” She quipped, and gave her most innocent smile as she caught his fading ass in the doorway— he REALLY does have a nice butt— as the door slammed shut.
    Her chest raised and lowered slowly in a small but deep breath that she took, venturing around her apartment to assess the damage. As she suspected, he not only missed the toilet, but left one of the seats up. Typical. And the kitchen? Spilled milk across the counter and a small pile of sugar where that—too—spilled out. “He must be marriage material” she said aloud.
    There was one of his socks in her hamper too, which made her figure