(2) And she…

She lets him fool around with her in the half-light, she even grabs her ankles for him for him to see everything, every rounded curve, every crack, cranny and angle of her neatly shaven patch.
She has come so far, even so far as this.
He, apparently, is fixated on her—from behind.
She picked this up at the Newport Casino, and her sister too noticed his tennis shorts bulging away.
So she has to keep herself from toppling over into buckets of fresh paint.
But she will hold the thin line between her genitalia and her anus.
She will not allow that thin strip of smooth skin between to be crossed.
And this kind of thing won’t last forever.
God, will it all be so easy? All she has to do, to get away from all of this, is snag and land, him, finally?
Is that all? Snag, land…then go live in peace at his place.