Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“She then turned around and used him to grab you, and now, it seems, she’s using you to grab me.” He smiled and nodded. “This was all orchestrated very nicely, I must say. She always had incredible insight. I wonder if she knew Axel was in love with ’er?” He smirked as he dug into his beans and rice.
“That was a crush.” Legend placed his utensils down and downed a good bit of his drink.
“No, it was more than that. I saw the love letters he never gave her.” He grinned as he saw a shadow flash across Legend’s face. “Yeah, you never knew that, did you? He was absolutely, unequivocally in love with Mrs. Florence. The woman was married though. Kind of put a damper on his fantasies, I suppose. One time, I even burst in his room unannounced.” He chuckled as the memory unfolded in his mind. “His mother had let me into the house, and Axel was in there jerkin’ off. No big deal. That’s what boys do. Grown men, too. Hell, I choked my chicken just last night. I won’t be gettin’ laid for at least a couple of weeks until I get Aunt Angel’s affairs in order.”
“TMI.”
“Of course… yes, you’re right. My apologies.” Caspian waved his hand dismissively. “I am sure someone of your status and refinement is repulsed by declarations of masturbation… The fucking resident pervert of our group has the boldness to sit before me, lookin’ nauseated and turned off by mention of normal human sexual behavior. How dare I?” He burst out laughing as Legend rolled his eyes. “You’re the same person who I caught in eleventh grade fucking a girl doggy style in my car on top of my favorite jacket, which you then proceeded to use to wipe pussy secretions and cum with. Needless to say, the jacket was incinerated, you filthy animal.”
“I did you a favor. That coat was ugly.”
“Anyway, back to what I was saying. Of course, Axel was a little embarrassed and quickly covered up.” He shrugged. “I was early. He told me to hold on, then jumped outta bed and ran to the bathroom. But see, I saw him throw somethin’ under his pillow as soon as I came into his room. I went over to check it out, and it was a yearbook… turned to the pages of the high school staff. There, with a heart drawn around it, was a photo of Mrs. Florence.” He chuckled. “He was beatin’ off to her, man. I’m sure it wasn’t his first rodeo.”
“Stop it.”
“No, seriously, just think about it. Have you looked at his wife?”
“What kind of dumb ass question is that? Of course I have. I see English often.”
“I mean, have you really watched English though, Legend? Doesn’t she remind you of Mrs. Florence?”
“I’m sure there are some similarities, but overall, no. Not really.”
“It’s funny how the brain works. Axel was truly obsessed with her. More so than you or me. English doesn’t so much look like her, but there is a similarity in the way they speak, but mainly their interests, wouldn’t you agree? Their mannerisms. They don’t look alike. English is about five foot six or so, I think, and Mrs. Florence was tall. English has those big dark brown, doe-like eyes, and that round, small face—like a doll. She’s petite, yet has some curves. Nice lookin’ woman. Mrs. Florence was big-boned, as we say down here,” he grinned, “but she was a lovely woman… very attractive. They’re both well educated, and yet, strong and nerdy. Wise beyond their years. Have you heard English speak regarding her job? Her mind is incredible.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard her. She’s smart. Real smart. Axel has always been attracted to smart women. Pretty nerds, basically. We all knew his type.”
“That’s true. English’s occupation is truly fascinating, if you think about it. She’s a walking wall of research.”
“English’s job is boring as hell, but I respect it all the same.”
“Well, boring is subjective, but she has a complete library between those ears of hers. She is a modern-day Mrs. Florence. That includes the way she walks and laughs. It’s uncanny, really. No wonder Axel fell madly in love with her. He finally got our teacher, Legend. The one he wanted to marry and fuck. Impregnate. Well, you can’t fuck the dead, unless you’re a necrophiliac, and though Axel does clean up after the dead, I doubt he’d try to find a bride in the mess. So, English is the next best thing. Maybe Mrs. Florence wanted him, too, and this was her way of havin’ him? By givin’ him a woman just like her. Can ghosts masturbate?”
“You sick fuck. How disrespectful, you know that? You need to shut the hell up before I make you.”
“Why should I shut up, Legend? You know you listened to English talk about books, politics and history, and thought the same shit. Hell, take Desiree! I looked at that woman on the night of your marriage proposal and was floored! She looks a lot like Mrs. Florence! Same exact build! How can you not see what is happening here?”