HYPERTEXT: Hypertextopia – A Bottle of Beer
I’m having fun with the lovely Yolanda:
SUNSET
She woke angrily, as if someone or something had given her a mighty shove.“Leave me be, Juan!” she grumbled. She moved instinctively, still half asleep. One hand she pushed out in front of her to keep him away. The other gathered together a clump of skirt and stuffed it between her legs, her hand splayed out protectively, her fat fingers clamped on her crotch like iron rungs on a grate.He was a sly jackal, that one. Her first husband had been her first lover, of course. She had been a virgin when they married but then she was only fifteen. Juan was demanding and horny and she’d learned early as a young bride never to fall asleep with her back to him. Nor bend down to the oven when he was hungry.“Stay away, animal,” Yolanda mumbled back into sleep.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology