Kiss of Stone
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Samosa let out the air she’s been holding onto ever since they pulled up to his palace. That’s right. A palace. She watched as Stone carried her bags effortlessly to another room, down a long hall. Sugar Rocks bounded off in another direction of the house. He barked once. Twice.
He is much too nice and much too handsome! Why in the world is he helping me at all? Samosa thought about the prissy girl at the bus stop with the thin figure and supermodel smile. Why am I here and not someone younger? More attractive?
Stone told her to make herself comfortable. He went down a long hall and made a left turn. Samosa, as curious as she was, could not sit down. She took to the winding, white stairs leading to the visible top landing where huge paintings depicting demons, angels, and warriors hung on the wall. They looked pretty authentic sitting in fancy gold frames. She took off her shoes so as not to ruin the plush, gray carpeting. Stone gray, she thought.
Two doors. One to her left, the other on her right. The one on the right was closed so she went left where the door was slightly opened. She pushed it farther aside and saw it was empty-just a small room with one window facing west.
She took a breath and walked out and to the door on the other end. She felt an odd, creepy sensation. Like her feet were filling up with electricity. When her hand touched the cool doorknob, it was a stimulating experience. She felt a vibration throughout her entire body.
She turned the knob. The door was not locked. Slowly pushed it in. The door swung back, nearly taking her body with it. Where the room on the left was bright inside, this room held darkness. It would swallow the light. She felt her body zing alive again and there was a curvy teapot looking lamp. Aladdin’s lamp? It gave off the only light in the room, softly glowing.
“Do you have any tattoos on your body? Anywhere?”
Samosa jumped when she heard him. She hoped he didn’t mind her little snooping problem. “Not really. No.”
“You must be lying. You have some kind of marking on that gorgeous body of yours.”
Samosa cringed but was excited too. She did have a mark but he couldn’t see it. Even her mother never knew what it was. It has always been there. How did he know?
“I have to know so you can see what I do.” He gently but smoothly guided her out of the room and back downstairs, where they sat in the main area filled with soft cushioned sofas.
“You remove strange birthmarks? In that case you can inspect it all you want.” Samosa joked sitting down.
When she observed that Stone was not laughing with her, she stopped abruptly and turned her back to him. She waited. Anticipated feeling those hands on her. What will he say?
She felt the ends of her shirt ride up. Each quarter of her back exposed to him. Amazingly he did not touch her at all. All she felt was the movement of her shirt.
“Hold it up for me.” He requested. She did. “My, oh my. I don’t believe it.”