Bab 70: The Georgia I Used to Know

“Will you just stand there and watch me?” said Georgia while starting to light a cigarette. She went to sit sideways facing me on one of the chairs of a small table, and crossed her legs exposing the flesh-hugging tightness and the shortness of her skirt. I refused to look at her exposed skin above the high part of her knee instead I lowered my eyes on her green high heel shoes. Without replying I went to secure the door with the chain lock and also pushed inward the protruding lock of the doorknob. The smell of the smoke had started to float in the enclosed space and it was competing with her scent. No matter what came first to enter my nostrils, I would gladly inhale both for they were coming from the recesses of Georgia’s body; one travelled inside of her and the other caressed her skin.