Stranger in Love, epilogue
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EPILOGUE
Janice Gomez didn't believe in destiny. Too many people around, too few purposes. "There is no destiny, because there couldn't be enough," she used to say. And that had been long before a handsome boy looked her in the eye and for a split second she thought maybe there were just about enough destinies if some of them could be shared. She shook off that impression quite soon and later would find it all kinds of disturbing.
However, if anyone were to tell Janice that her name would figure on a badge tacked to her chest and her childhood friend would recognize the waitress in some wayside diner as her, she would tell you that destiny-free is all good and well, but some things are just not meant to happen. They are not her.
But stranger things came to pass and now Janice's face was being covered in a perfect make-up in the back of the wayside diner. Which in itself was profoundly ironic.
To anyone who might have been looking, it went like this. Two men walked into a diner, one was served a burger, the other one salad. The guy ordering the burger hit on the waitress. She obviously didn't mind. They flirted easily, almost routinely, but enjoying the ritual nevertheless. In fact, they both seemed to be the type to celebrate their conquest.
Anyone who might have been looking would leap to bet that the girl was promiscuous and so was the guy. The unique turn of the waitress' thoughts, however, demanded that she'd always look for interpretation beyond the obvious. “Nothing is what it appears to be," she would say.
Her body was pressed to Dean, slender arms gently wrapped around his neck, long curls of hair skimming lazily his bare shoulder there and back as he thrust into her. She stifled a tiny moan in the crook of his neck which only made his languid pushes go deeper, more thorough. Wallowing in a sweet pleasure of being opened like that she never put up any barriers, just gave in to him, lavishing blind and desperate little tilts of her hips. His hand wandered from where he'd been holding her by the waist, across smooth planes of tanned skin and up to her glowing face. Her legs around him tightened, hot damp pants a quickening burst of puffs on his neck. She was close. Dean's thumb slid through her swollen lips into that warm, wet flesh. With a single finger beneath her chin he tilted her face toward his. Caught her lips in an open-mouthed kiss and as she came, he breathed: "Sam."
End.
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