It was a cold night with intense splashes of rain beating and dripping down the glass window. The weather app on his phone gave little to no forecast of the intensity of rainfall that night. Jesse’s thoughts were taken back to, “The Lincoln Hunters,” a novel by Wilson Tucker, where the Author mentioned
an abnormal switch in weather back in the 1800’s, having very destructive ramifications. He wished this wasn’t that kind of night.
Marie laid half naked and coiled up under the zebra crossing colored duvet—with yellow substituting the white color—like she didn’t just have a warm shower. Jesse climbed into the bed, lifted the duvet and scooched beside his girlfriend. Earlier that evening, they had had a little altercation which escalated real quick. Although he was still mad at her, his arm made contact with her silky nightwear and he realized how sexy she looked tonight. However, he was apathetic about getting intimate with her.
Marie turned to Jesse’s side of the bed, faced him and placed her hand across his chest. He wasn’t in the mood but not so much to deprive her of a touch. She leaned over to kiss him and he turned his head the other way—nonconsensual. She got the picture of his upset and rolled over to her side of the bed and slept off.
Jesse deprived her of a kiss and more, knowing very well what may transpire later that night. He watched her take hard...