And we go on to
The Motel
Alonzo's Story - Part Three
“Whoever you are, just shoot me please.”
Crystal’s whimpered pleading couldn’t prepare him for what
he saw as he opened the door. She somehow
rolled over on the other side now, facing away from the door. The shingles had spread up her neck, a line
of blisters moving towards her face. Her
mouth hung open, and her body seized again and again.
“It’s me, it’s me.
This might help…I hope.” He undid
the lid, and poured some habanero sauce on his bare hand, feeling the heat
through his own skin. Then he slathered it on the lines of blisters near her
eyes and around her face.
Crystal tensed even more, grimacing and pulling at the
sheets of the bed. Alonzo cursed his own
helplessness, and pushed against the outside of her hand, to give her some
relief.
After a few moments, her breathing slowed. She let go of her death grip on the bed, and
opened her eyes, staring straight ahead. He relaxed as well.
The blisters stopped their visible forward creep. He watched them carefully for any more signs
of movement.
“What did you do?”
“Red pepper sauce…the manager found some for me. My mother told me that’s what she used to
treat my grandmother’s shingles.”
She blinked a few times.
“It’s working.”
“They’re still there, though. The blisters look redder.”
Crystal, however, looked visibly more comfortable, and
Alonzo felt his own relief at the sight.
He immediately poured some more habanero sauce into his
hands, ignoring the burning of his own skin.
He smoothed the stinging liquid over her neck and shoulders. He noticed that the sores closest to her eyes
began to recede, but he couldn’t reach both sides of her back. He grabbed and
laid out his coat behind her, mindful of his promise to protect the linens, and
not excited about the idea of being tracked by anyone else.
“Try to turn over, okay?”
She groaned deep in her throat, and closed her eyes. Grasping onto her hand to support her, she
squeezed as he pulled her over, in one motion, until gravity pulled her the
rest of the way onto her stomach.
Another shriek escaped her lips, and several quick breaths
as she shook from the pain. No point in taking this slowly…just get it over
with.
He gathered her shirt up to her neck, undid her bra clasp,
and he made quick work of as much of her back as he could, down to her
waist. Crystal flinched and grunted at
each new application.
“How does it feel now?”
“Better.” Her eyes
fluttered, and she rocked back and forth a little. “Where’s my shirt?”
He smiled to himself – modesty seemed a good sign of
recovery in this case. He smoothed his hand down to the waistband of her jeans,
but he couldn’t get any farther.
“Take down your pants.”
“What?” She lifted
her head slightly.
“The shingles…it’s gone below your waistband. I need you to take down your jeans.”
She paused for a moment.
“Ah…no, I…no.”
His frustration rose; he hated not finishing something he
started. “It doesn’t hurt?”
“No, really…I’m good.”
He couldn’t see her face, but he saw the stillness and
tension in her whole body. “I don’t
believe you.”
He heard a quick exhale and a timid voice. “Okay, you win…but help me pull down my shirt
at least.” She squirmed indignantly.
“…so embarrassing.”
Alonzo tried hard not to laugh as he reached up to pull her
shirt back down. “Honestly…like I’ve
never seen a woman’s…”
Then he saw it…
*
Gotta come back tomorrow to find out what he saw...see you then!
Or if you're a less patient person like myself, you could always head for Amazon, buy the novel, and flip to Chapter 18. I'm okay either way.
Or if you're a less patient person like myself, you could always head for Amazon, buy the novel, and flip to Chapter 18. I'm okay either way.
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