Wicked Ch. 05

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Wednesday.

Pine trees sweated by the side of Road Number One to Jerusalem. The burned corpse of an armored car rested on the rocks; a monument to the 1948 War of Independence. It made Ana think of the car accident Alice had had here, less than a week ago.

"How far are you from Hadassah, sweetie?"

"I have no idea, Mom; not far."

"The kids are dying to see you."

"I already talked to them. Thanks for being with them, Mom. I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Well, someone had to. Dan zigzagged between Jerusalem and Tel Aviv. He was exhausted."

"Yeah, he's a saint." She imagined Dan, on his way to the hospital, squeezing in a quickie at Irit's house. Son of a bitch.

"What were you thinking?"

"I know, Mom."

"We were worried sick."

"I told you. I lost my mobile and my money. I couldn't call."

"You know your dad has a weak heart."

"His heart is fine, Mom. I had to take a break for some serious thinking, Mom. Me and Dan are having some issues."

"You're not eighteen anymore, you've got kids, you –"

"Mom, I just landed, I had a long flight, I want.... All I want is to go and check on Alice, go home, kiss my kids, and sleep for a week. You can prey on my rotten conscience later, okay?"

"It's an hour flight from Crete."

"Okay, it was a short flight. But it was still horrible, you know how I hate flying. Anyway, I'm at the hospital and an angry nurse is looking at me in a funny way because I'm using a mobile. Can't talk here with all the monitors. Later, 'bye." She closed her eyes, then smashed the brakes, almost crashing the Mazda into a slowing truck.

One accident is enough for one week. Get a grip, girl.

The radio played 'Mrs. Levin': "She was thirty-five, four consecutive years apart, opens a button in her blouse so we could see her broken heart."

Ana wanted to be thirty-five again. She wanted to be twenty again and start her life afresh, be like Alice this time: a supermodel who travels all over the world and has her pick of hot men.

Her mobile buzzed again.

"Hi."

"Ana?"

"Who's this?"

"It's me, Ben."

Ben, Ben ..."Ah, about the gym membership again. I'll save you a boring conversation, Ben, I'm not –"

"Ben from the Chin Chin club. Last Thursday? We went to your place."

"Oh, that Ben."

"I've been trying to get in touch all week." His voice wavered, maybe because of the lack of enthusiasm in hers.

"Been a busy week, Ben."

"I really would like to fuck you again."

"I'd love to ... wait, what? Did you just say...?" She laughed. "Short and to the point, are we?"

"Not short, I hope."

"Ah yeah, very clever, I remember you now." Wheel still spinning but the hamster is dead, Ben.

"So any chance...?"

"Ah-mmm, tough luck; my sister is in the hospital, so next week is probably gonna be just as tight."

"Which hospital?"

"What?"

"I can meet you there for a quickie."

Well, hello, Mister Sensitive.

Two jet fighters crossed the horizon toward the sun, chasing each other like teenaged lovers. Ana thought of David.

"So what do you say, Ana?"

"That you're the biggest douchebag in ... in someplace with a lot of other douchebags."

"Come on."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"I've got to see you, I really ... it's not just the sex, I really want to see you," he said.

"Do you have a camera? We can do a video call."

"Wha'?"

"You wanted to see me."

"But...."

"Like I said, you're full of it. Call me in a month, sugar. Cheers."

"No, no, I'm calling you on video."

"'Kay," she replied. Ana placed her mobile on the GPS stand.

"Well, hello gorgeous." Ben's smiling blue eyes popped on the screen. "You're hotter than I remembered, Ana. You look different; glowing."

"Okay, but move back a bit. Your nose looks like it's one of those troll doll's noses. That's better. Now I can see all of you." In the background, she saw stacks of munchies on a shelf and vaguely remembered he told her something about working in a kiosk.

"I don't take 'no' for an answer, babe. Maybe you can find time ... you know, I wanna take you out for dinner or a movie or something. You like Italian?"

"Like a date?" she asked.

"Abso-fucking-lutely. Why not? Let's face it, it was special. What we had was abso-fucking-lutely special."

"It's called a one-nighter."

"So? Two more one-nighters and, presto, it's a relationship." Ben looked proud of his brilliant thesis.

"Seriously?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

"Ben, I'm a 38-year-old lawyer with kids. You're 28; a shop assistant in a kiosk. You sell alcohol to minors. What sort of relationship did you have in mind, specifically?"

"I don't mind that you're much older."

"Cheeky bastard."

"Me?"

"And not very bright," she said.

"Not cool."

"Nice talking.... In a month. Cheers."

"Okay, okay." He wasn't just talking fast; she could feel real anxiousness now. "I'll be the first to admit I'm no Albert Einstein."

You barely qualify for Homer Simpson, sweetie.

"But I know a good thing when I see it. I ... I couldn't stop thinking about you all week. It was crazy. Nothing like that ever happened to me before. Come on, Ana, don't tell me that you didn't ... don't feel anything."

"Hmmm...."

"I think I have a little crush on you." Ben gave a short, embarrassed laugh.

"Really? That's actually cute," she said.

"I'm not seeing anyone else right now, and you're single, back on the flesh market, right?" he said. "We can give it a shot."

"Monogamous relationship?"

"'Mono'-what?"

"Boy-dates-girl, holding hands, changing the Facebook status to 'In a relationship'. That sort of thing."

"Abso-fucking-lutely. Actually, I'm seeing someone but it's going nowhere and, anyway, I'm feeling like you're the real thing."

"So you're saying exclusive relationship, Ben?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

"What if I see someone really cute?"

"Cuter than me?" He gave a smile full of white, shiny teeth. "Come on, Ana, be serious. Say 'yes'."

"'Yesss,'" she went for a dramatic tonal effect.

"Girl, I'm gonna rock your world."

"Yesss."

"I gotta meet you tonight."

"Yesss. No. I mean, why wait? We can start now." Ana pulled her dress strap down. Her left boob, tanned from sunbathing topless in Crete, popped out; so did Ben's blue eyes.

"Abso-fucking-lutely awesome."

With her left hand on the wheel, she reached with her right and circled the areola, then placed the nipple between her forefinger and thumb, and squeezed.

"That's what I'm talking about," he said. Ben's breath through the smartphone's speakers was ragged. "You totally rock, girl."

"Where do you want me to touch next, honey?"

"You're so wild, babe. God, I think I'm in love."

She felt wild and free and powerful. It was intoxicating. Ana raised the hem of her dress and pressed a finger against the crotch of her panties. It was soaking wet.

"Okay, before I'll be wild and a smear on the highway, I'll just pull over." She pulled her strap back on and activated her right blinker.

"Hit that pedal, girl, I'm burning up in here."

"Patience sweetie, delayed gratification is abso-fucking-lutely a virtue."

Ben sent her an air kiss.

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"So you see," said the cop as he squinted at her ID card, "Mrs. Ana, you ignored that No-Right-Turn sign completely."

She batted her long lashes, and nodded. Her hand rose absentmindedly, to touch the delicate golden chain resting between her breasts. The cop coughed and wiped sweat off his forehead.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes. No. I mean, no, er ..." For the tenth time in the past two minutes, he caught himself staring at her cleavage. He blushed like a Hamish kid caught with his hand in his sister's underwear, and raised his eyes fast. "I'll ... I'll let you off with only a warning this time, Missus."

She gave him her pink unicorn nod, innocent, angel green eyes and all, but she was laughing like the devil himself on the inside. She felt invincible. Intoxicated.

"Seriously? A warning?"

"You're still there, Ben?" She pressed her boobs together and checked her makeup in the mirror.

"That was sooooo unfair. If I was there he would be so taking my license right now; so writing me a court order."

She laughed. "I know, I'm like the Pied Piper of Hamelin."

"Who?"

"I blame the public school system," she said.

"Why?"

Ana shook her head. She pulled down her panties and wiggled out of them, waving them at the camera.

"That's what I'm talking about, girl. Wild. Next time, though, you should know there's no right turn to Shoresh; you should have gone a kilometer up to the intersection."

"I knew that, but it's a long detour and I was already running late."

He smiled and she noticed his trousers' zipper was open. "Late for what?"

"For my date," Ana said.

"Huh?"

She pressed the mute button on the smartphone and punched the horn twice.

"Hey, hey." David opened the Mazda's back door and hefted a Hello-Kitty-decorated child safety seat in the back, buckling it in.

Ana stared wide-eyed at the toddler strapped into it. Big blue eyes, golden locks, and a tiny mouth smiled back at her.

"Sorry I'm late." David sat himself in the front. "What did that cop want?"

"I think he wanted to fuck me, but he settled for a warning. What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Relax, she's my cover story. My wife thinks I'm taking her to see her doctor in Jerusalem."

"Are you out of your mind, David?"

"What? She's tired, she'll fall asleep any minute, and she's a gorgeous kid. Ana, you won't hear a single peep from her."

"She is." She turned to the toddler. "You are gorgeous." Her voice changed to the silly tone grownups use with little people. "You are. You are. Who's gorgeous?"

"Her name is Jasmine."

"Hey Jazz, hey Jazz ... Who's gorgeous? Who?"

Jasmine giggled.

Ana touched her heart. "Who wants me to fuck her daddy? Who?"

"Me," David said. "Who's this?" He pointed at Ben.

"Nobody. It's a YouTube clip my son sent me; supposed to be funny."

"Looks angry as hell. What happened to the sound?"

"Maybe it gets funnier as it plays." She straddled David and unclasped his belt; he tried to push her off.

"Are you nuts? I live here, someone might see us."

"Don't be a wuss. People drive by at ninety kilometers an hour."

"Ana, come on. I rented us a quiet place for two hours. It's discrete, got a hot tub, a huge double bed, and it's a ten minute ride from here."

"I want you to take me high, Flyboy. Do that manly voice you make on the speakers before the takeoff, 'This is your captain spea – popping his nut'."

"That wasn't cool. I mean, what you pulled today."

Ana smiled as she remembered her flight from Crete. It wasn't half as bad as she told her mom. She knew now why the fly deck is called a cock-pit. "It wasn't cool it was hot. I can wipe 'sex on a plane' off my list." She unzipped his jeans.

"Wishing everyone a fucking good flight? You could get me fired. I pulled some strings and there won't be an investigation, but ... Oh, God."

"Sorry, horny alert." She pulled out his erect cock like a trophy and mounted him reverse-cowgirl style. When he entered her they both gave a loud moan.

"Wow, you're wet."

She leaned back against him and stroked his cheek. David kissed her long neck and licked her earlobe. His cock grew inside her.

"Missed you," he whispered. "Two hours is too long."

Ana moaned.

"I'm crazy about you," he said. His hands went under her dress and started massaging her breasts. "I can't stop thinking about you."

She clenched her inner muscles around him. David went back to kissing her neck; slow, tender pecks. A tingling sensation travelled from the delicate bend in her swan neck, to her vagina. Not heeding No-Right-Turn signs.

He thrust upward and Ana began to grind her body against his, feeling his cock warm and pulsing inside her core. She pulled her dress up and placed her legs on the dashboard. Ben now had a front row seat to the perfect view of her wet pussy penetrated by a thick cock. He shouted something at the screen and waved his hand in obvious anger. Ana threw him the Jerry Maguire sign, "You complete me."

Monogamous relationship, my ass.

"Oh, this is sooo good, David."

He brushed the hair off her sweaty forehead and tucked it behind her ear.

"To have a real man inside you." She clenched her muscles around him. "Someone who knows what he's doing."

David moaned.

"Instead of some shop assistant in a kiosk."

"What?"

"Harder, fly boy." When he hesitated she reached around with her hands and grabbed his ass, pulling him toward her, and they moaned together as he sank deep inside her.

They both froze for a moment with him buried deep inside her. His head dropped against her neck and she could hear him whisper something that sounded suspiciously like 'I love you,' but before she had a chance to ask what the hell he began to move.

She felt him barely pull out then quickly thrust into her, repeating the motion a few times before she started rotating her hips to meet him in rhythm. He gradually increased the pace, pulling out a little further each time and pushing back in a little harder. Ana's toes curled, her fingers still digging into his ass cheeks.

David braced his elbows on either side of the seat and pushed his body up, thrusting deeper with his hips.

Her breasts shook with the impact and he couldn't help stilling one with his hand, taking the hard nipple between his fingers and pinching it roughly.

"Yes!" Ana gasped and lifted one arm to brace herself against the headliner, holding herself in place as he continued to push into her. "Do it again," she pleaded.

"Like this?" He rolled the hard nub between his fingers, as he increased pressure and speed. She moaned her approval. He pulled on it, first gently, then harder, letting it slip out of his fingers with a pop, reveling at the way she responded by squeezing his cock tighter inside.

Her breath was coming in sharp gasps and her face flushed with impending orgasm.
Ana let out a sharp cry of pleasure at his rough treatment, but he didn't let up even as he felt her muscles start to clamp down on him as he stroked her deep inside. Her mouth fell open and her breath stopped. Her body went still against him, but he could feel her muscles inside squeezing and contracting around him and he moved in time with them, driving into her harder, pinching her nipples tightly as she came.

Ana flew again on the wings of her butterflies.

She sent her hand between her legs and touched her clitoris. It was all she needed. A warm, sweet orgasm hit her core and traveled up to the tip of her fingers. She let out a long "Ahhhh," and arched her back.

"Yesss." he whispered.

She turned her head and kissed his nose. Jasmine smiled at her from the back seat. David thrust slowly.

"Hmmm.... Cum for me, sweetie." She reached between her legs and massaged his nut sack. "Like that?"

"Ana. I'm crazy about you."

"I know."

"Just say the word." He let go of her breasts and hugged her hard to his body. "I'll leave everything, for you, Ana."

His words excited her. She was high on conquest and total victory. If only Alice could see her now. He was hers, they all were; in her back pocket, wrapped around her little finger.

In your face, Nadav Fine.

Ben had had enough; he closed the call. David had enough too; he shivered, grew inside her, and sprayed his seed. Jasmine fell asleep in the back seat.

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Ana was outside the car, cleaning herself with one of Jasmine's wet wipes, when her mobile rang again.

"If it says 'Dan', don't answer," she said.

"It's an unrecognized number," David said. "Hello?"

"Who the fuck is this?" Dan's gruff voice sounded from the other end.

Shit. Ana kicked herself when she remembered the smartphone she bought only two hours ago didn't have any contacts yet. She snatched the phone. "Dan, it's me."

"Where the fuck are you?"

"On my way to the hospital, I'll be there in an hour."

"You said the same thing two hours ago when you landed. It's less than forty-five minutes ride from Ben-Gurion."

"I had to buy a new phone."

"It takes five minutes to buy a phone."

"A little patience won't hurt, you know, Dan. Delayed gratification is a virtue."

"Who's that jerkoff there with you? Nadav?"

"It's just some soldier hitchhiker I picked up. You're embarrassing him right now but mostly you're embarrassing yourself."

"Maybe you should hire a secretary, Ana."

"What?"

"You need someone to help you juggle all the lies you've been spinning. You know, someone who can remember which bullshit you crapped on which person. You told your mom you're already in the hospital. You're losing it, babe; totally losing it."

"I'll be there soon," her voice rose two octaves.

"Doesn't matter anymore."

"What?"

"I don't care if you're in Jerusalem or in Crete or on fucking Mars. I needed you to be here to replace me so I could go home. Tom had a big basketball game and I promised I'd be there."

"What? Why didn't you say anything? You know Dan, that's exactly the problem in this relationship, it's like I'm talking a foreign language –"

Dan hung up on her.

"Crap!" she screamed, and slammed her hand on the steering wheel's horn. It frightened three crows off a tree. In the back seat, Jasmine woke up and started crying. David took her in his arms. "Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?"

"You know, I hate to push it, but the room I rented is only good for two hours, so we should –"

"Get off."

"What?"

"Get the fuck off!"

"Ana."

"Get the fuck off, David, or I'll start screaming. I'm really sorry, but I can't deal with you right now."

"Alright, just let me take the safety seat off."

Dan had stabbed her where it hurt most. She thought of Tom, with his little basketball uniform; all the other boys' parents clapping and taking photos. She imagined his little worried face searching for her in vain.

"Will you be okay?" David asked gently.

"Yeah, sorry that I yelled at you. It's not your fault."

"Can I ... can I see you again?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. David, I need to go to the hospital now."

"Okay."

She could handle this. If she could just keep her calm. She'd compensate Tom somehow. She'd deal with Dan, with her parents, and with everyone. She had to.

Ana started the car and turned it into Road 1 toward the holy city of Jerusalem.

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Dan shuffled on the Hadassah's garden pavement. He was supporting an ancient relic of a woman in a hospital gown and the snail steps he took were mostly for her benefit; however, there was something in his back and the way his big shoulders were stooped that reminded Ana of an old man.

Did I do that to him?

She had been dreading their meeting since the second she had left Crete. Once she got off the plane, she kept running scenarios. None had resolved with a happy ending.

Dan and the woman sat down near a child and mother statue. The old woman offered him an apple slice, which he accepted and then threw over to a bunch of Mainas. The little black migrant birds were too busy trying to kill each other over some trivial domestic dispute and so the kindness was lost. Jerusalem stretched to the south and east, green and pastoral, ancient capital of holiness and blood.

"Dan," she said softly.

He looked up, his eyes met hers for a brief moment and she saw a struggle touching his handsome face. Then he lowered his eyes, pretending she wasn't there.