Fangs and Feathers by Helen Rodray

of the adult movie playing at the moment. Up until now, she had never even had want to explore anything remotely having to do with sexuality. She knew that this was probably why she was such a recluse at the age of twenty seven. She longed for a family, yet at the same time knew she had no idea how to go about it. All she knew was that it was strange she'd been without desire up until now, but even more curious to her was the fact that it had suddenly hit her within the last few days that she was indeed interested. Biting her lower lip between her teeth and worrying at the corner of it, she pressed the play button, her breaths quickening as the music played and the credits rolled. She felt like she was partaking of some kind of bizarre, forbidden ritual. She was an adult, wasn't she? Its not like this was illegal or going to get her into trouble.... “I can’t believe I’m doing this…” The first scene started playing and she watched for long moments, aware that her breaths were coming in pants now and a growing ache had developed in her lower abdomen. She gasped once the couple on the screen were completely nude and scrambled with uncoordinated moves to grab up the remote. With flaming red cheeks as if an audience had been witness, she quickly flicked off the screen. Eyeing the telephone, she took a deep breath and knew she was probably about to regret her decision, but picked up the receiver anyway. Samuel watched through the window as he hovered outside her window, finally som