said, with my arrangement with Rosemary fresh in my mind, but Delilah, no, Sarah, fresh in my
heart. As much as Rosemary was a part of my head, my lifeline to drugs and cash, Sarah was my
lifeline to my spirit and soul.
“I mean it, Jack. This is real for me. It’s the love I’ve always looked for and never felt.
I’ve had relationships, several, but this feeling I get with us, when you touch me, when we kiss,
I’ve never had before. I’ve been married, and it was sexual, and it was good, and I don’t say that
to hurt your feelings, but in spite of how good that part of it was, it wasn’t enough, it didn’t
satisfy. You’re the one that satisfies.”
Talk about the human conscience, the awareness of our actions, the consequences. This
stung like the welting I administered to Rosemary’s derriere. It pinched me: slit me open like a
dull blade, every inch stinging more than the inch before. “I love you Sarah, that’s the truth of
Sarah nodded and kissed me, a warm moist kiss, with real passion, not a herky jerky
fever fraught with sexual tension, but true passion that penetrates the skin, gets into your fiber;
that you feel to the bones. That night we slept together in a huddle, like lambs, like a pile of
kittens, my bones against her bones, and we rested.
Links to the book:
http://rebelepublishers.com/the pool boy’s beatitude dj swykert
http://www.amazon.com/the pool boy’s beatitude dj swykert