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Authors: Laurel L. Russwurm
Tags: #friendship, #rape, #university life, #trust, #sexuality, #college, #stalking, #free culture, #free software
Inconstant Moon - Default Font Edition
“...builds with great intensity toward a mystery that must be solved.
The answers lie in understanding adult responsibility and knowing that things aren’t always as they appear.
Inconstant Moon
will pull you in more strongly than the moon draws the tides.”—
Debbi Mack
,
New York Times
bestselling author
∼ a novel ∼
by
Laurel L. Russwurm
Default Font Edition
Libreleft Bookscopyright
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, institutions, or persons, whether corporate, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
This book, is copyright © by Laurel L. Russwurm 2011
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Fyfield House Residence
- Liz — 1st Year, Photography
- Natasha — 1st Year, Photography
- Elsie — 2nd Year Med School
- Maggie — 2nd Year, Computer Science
- Amelia — 1st Year, English Lit
- Mouse — 1st Year, English Lit
- Boris — 1st Year, Photography
- Jake — 1st Year, Photography
- Ethan — grad student, Photography, Teaching Assistant
- Oscar — 2nd Year, Computer Science
- Jose — 1st Year, English Lit
- Eric — 1st Year, English Lit
- Quentin — 1st Year, Photography
- Tamara — 1st Year Med School
- Kate — 2nd Year, Computer Science
- Nick — 3rd year Med School, Teaching Assistant
- Adam — 2nd Year, Computer Science
- Barbie — 1st Year Med School
- Krystal — 2nd Year, Computer Science
quotationan amazing woman
and very good friend
who just happens to be
the world's best sister-in-law
for
Nienke Hinton
with love
Table of Contents“
O, swear not by the moon!
The inconstant moon,
that monthly changes in her circled orb,
lest that thy love prove
likewise variable.”
— Juliet,William Shakespeare's
Romeo & Juliet
chapter 1 . . . thursday
Given a choice, he'd be anywhere but here.
Although quite close to the street, the thick stand of trees means the road noise is almost nonexistent. A paved pathway meanders through the woods, interspersed every so often with concrete stanchions bearing street lights. The worst of it is all the leaf mold. Tree stink. Fresh air. Cold. Who needs it?
At least there's this stump to sit on.
Because there isn't a choice.
Resting elbows on knees, concealed in forest shadow, he takes a deep drag on the cigarette he's just lit. But then he tenses as he hears the sound of a female giggle.
Holds his breath.
Listens.
Relax.
Exhale.
Watch the smoke rise up and dissipate among the trees.
False alarm.
Too loud, gotta be a pack.
He needs a cull; packs are dangerous. He draws deep on the cigarette and quietly strokes himself as he watches the long limbed college girls sweep past his hidey hole, never once glancing his way. After all, why would they? The world is theirs for the taking. Look at that firm flesh, so casually parading past. Teasing glimpses of breast and buttock make him stiffer than ever. He knows that he'll never be allowed to touch; so he touches himself as he watches them. On parade. Just for him.
Then that bunch is gone, and he's left alone again. A smile touches his lips and he drags deeply, watching wisps of smoke curl sensuously in the air above the cigarette.
Watching the smoke he luxuriates in the cherished memory of that time in the elevator, his day with the Ice Queen from the seventeenth floor. The unattainable goddess never registered his existence. She didn't see him. They never did.
But as the car filled up, and everyone pressed more tightly in the confines of the corporate box she brushed her buttocks deliciously against him. Teasing his penis, the Ice Queen swayed with the elevator's motion. And she smelled
so
good. He felt his blood rising, his breath grow ragged, and he knew it was impossible but he couldn't stop.
Was it her soap or perfume or her very own girl smell? Whatever it was he tightened his grip on the briefcase and tried to hold his breath, to pull away, but there was nowhere to go.
She leaned back into him and stiffened as his hardness strained into her softness. An unexpected rush of pleasure— he knew she could feel him. She froze in place, tantalizing, connected. He couldn't breathe . . . blood was pounding in his ears . . . pounding. He closed his eyes as she began to squirm, rubbing against him . . .
deliberately
. He couldn't believe it. Surely this was more than any man should have to bear. He breathed in deeply, more of a shudder as he could feel he was about to . . .
He bit his tongue so he wouldn't cry out as the elevator stopped. Tasted the blood as she went, waving those buttocks saucily at him as she left the elevator with the others on the seventeenth floor. As if nothing had happened.