Short Stories

Tom, thoughtful, Viable, then brash: like a bitch is a bitch is a bitch that I cant seem to shake.
Ummm?
Crazy, but then whats sex got to do with it; or not? Steps closer, suggesting; So real, embracing her, too real for me to let go testing her lips; darling?
Resisting, Cassandra slips out of his arms; and then moving away. Youve made a fool out of me but no matter, Ive loved you Tom, still do, no matter your selfish needs or abuse, Ive been laying awake at night hoping, wishing, that you were close to me; but no, and where, so Id think of all the logical answers; frustrating to try and rationalize a passion when lonely; or to sleep with a dreamy heart beating desperately to unravel this mixed-up love: Its my soul Tom, that wants your child: I love you; will you marry me?
No.