Whores for Gloria

8. Gloria

The young girl stood half in a rectangle of sunlight on a wall, hands on hips, holding a beer in a paper bag, and the knife of light slit her down the middle so that under the nightgown one breast was bright and one was dark and the knife sliced down the shorts she wore (the tail of the nightdress tucked in), and with two fingers she plucked one cuff away from the other to accentuate her crotch which the knife sliced through and down between her legs and she was very majestic and mysterious as she stood proudly half-faced in the light. And her pride was firsdy that she could make almost any man's dick hard, and secondly that when men fucked her she lay perfecdy still and her thoughts were somewhere else, so that the rasp of drunk-breath in her face was no closer to her than the patter of raindrops on the roof when she was sleeping. For we all must build our worlds around us, bravely or dreamily, as long as we can we shelter ourselves from the rain, walling ourselves in gorgeously.