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around his neck. “I love you. We were meant to be. Forever and always.”
    He pulls me to him, his arms wrapping me tight. Warmth spreads through me and I realise something.
    Everything was going to be fine.

Lights Out by Jodie Beau
    A single mom. A single dad. A common enemy. Will their feelings come to light on Halloween?

Copyright © Jodie Beau 2014, All rights reserved.
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Part One – Cora
    Friday, October 31, 2014
    7:03 A.M.
    “Would you like to come in for some coffee?” he asks, waving an open hand toward his front door in a welcoming gesture.
    If coffee is a euphemism for being fucked until I can’t remember my own name, then yes, I’d love some. Thank you.
    As if reading my mind, he wastes no time on awkward, neighborly small talk. He pushes me through the front door of his home, and has his lips on mine before the door closes behind us. He tastes like cherry Kool-Aid, just the way I remember.
    Without taking his lips off mine, he waves his arm behind us, and sweeps the contents of his dining room table onto the floor. I hear glass break as a candle holder hits the hardwood. Pieces of mail flutter to the floor behind it.
    I’ve never seen that move done in real life – definitely not in my life. No one has ever wanted me enough to make a huge mess in his own house. I can’t help but wonder who is going to clean it up. Maybe he hires a maid service.
    He gets a good grip on my ass, lifts me up, and nearly slams me onto the table.
    I stop thinking about the mess.
    “I like this aggression,” I say, trying out my best sexy voice and hoping I pull it off. It’s been a long time.
    With his hands on my shoulders, he pushes me down onto the table. It’s a heavy wooden table, the kind I imagine Beauty and The Beast having in their castle.
    In another act I’ve never seen outside of internet porn, he grabs hold of my white button-up shirt at my chest, pulls it up until my back arches, and then rips it open. The pearlescent white buttons sound like raindrops as they hit the table around us.
    It’s okay. I can live without the shirt. It was just a boring button-up from Target. It wasn’t even that white anymore. I have the worst time keeping my whites bright.
    He leans over me and bites my neck – not vampire style, just a tiny bite – as his hands creep up my black pencil skirt.
    He stands up again and raises my legs straight up in the air until my ankles rest on his shoulder. I feel the stretch burn behind my knees, but I don’t mind the pain. He digs his fingers under the waistband of my pink lace panties and starts to remove them. For a moment I wonder if he’s taking the aggression a little too far for our first time. But then I realize I don’t care. I just want him. I’ve been waiting for this since I was fifteen-years-old. If my body has to take a little beating, I’m okay with it – as long as my G-spot gets one, too.
    He has a dark, intense stare in his eyes as he slides my panties over my thighs, across my knees, and past my calves. He twists them around his wrist as he tugs, tighter and tighter. Without breaking eye contact, he twists until his wrist, and the knot of pink lace, rests at my ankles.
    I look up at him, at his dark eyes and hair, and the neatly-trimmed beard he’s been sporting this fall. He looks more like a man than I’ve ever seen him. He’s not the teenager I remember – which is good, or I’d end up on Nancy Grace. He’s grown up and