Little Cat

Gio swallowed, his throat bulged. ‘They’d be disgusted. Why?’

‘Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off,’ I muttered.

‘God forced Hosea to marry a whore,’ Gio said, ‘because being with a woman who’d slept with so many was the only way to show him the real way to love.’

Hate, I thought. Hate.

‘You think this is easy for a man, Mira?’ Gio went on. ‘“For she is not my wife,” said Hosea, “neither am I her husband: let her therefore put her whoredoms out of her sight, and her adulteries from between her breasts, lest I strip her naked, and set her as in the day that she was born, and make her as a wilderness, and set her like a dry land, and slay her with thirst … ”’

‘Fuck off! I don’t care about Hosea. A man is the one who helps a woman be a whore!’ I screamed.

Gio smiled and attacked the road. ‘You’re right. And Hosea was obeying God by taking the whore as his wife. Her name was Gomer. Hosea and Gomer.’

I imagined Adi and Gio twisted around each other. Gio and Adi on the seats of this car.

‘“I will discover her lewdness in the sight of her lovers,” said Hosea, “and none shall deliver her out of mine hand.”’

Gio gripped the steering wheel so hard now that his knuckles had turned white.

‘Hosea had to pay another man to get Gomer back. He loved her and still she kept on being a whore. He loved her and still she didn’t want to be with him forever. The Hebrews need to know these things about their Bible.’

I realized the car was veering onto the shoulder. We’d slowed down too quickly and dust was rising all around us. Gio got out of the car and slammed the door hard. He walked to my side and started knocking on the window. His eyelids seemed peeled back, his white eyes were bulging. He was struggling to open my door, but I was holding it tight.

‘Get out. Open up! You wanted to get out!’

I didn’t know him. I didn’t know this man at all.

Gio stormed around to the back of the car and opened the trunk. His shirt was soaking under the arms. All of a sudden, I let the door swing.

Gio was back in front of me now, breathing hard.

‘Get out, I said.’

It got cold inside my forehead. Why was he yelling? I thought my face was showing I was afraid.

‘Just get out of the bloody car!’

A pearly white dress unfolded from his fist. It was swinging between us. Still I couldn’t move. Gio’s hand came down for my wrist. The second he touched me, I flew up, I don’t know how.

‘That’s better, Mira.’

I was standing there in front of him. My horrified breaths. Gio lifted my shirt up over my head. His thick fingers reached behind me and unhooked my bra.

‘I don’t know why you always wear this thing. I like it better when your breasts hang loose.’

Gio watched my nipples stick out in the air. Then he slid the dress onto me, arm into armhole, neck into head.

‘Now you look right.’

The dress was shiny, too tight at my sides. And I was itchy suddenly, as if there were hairs at my nipples.

‘Take off your panties.’

I stood there for a second, still breathing too hard. Then I started to turn away from him. I was slow, so slow that he probably couldn’t see I was moving. I was aiming to put my hands on the roof of the car.

Gio grabbed me roughly and spun me around. He jerked down my pants and underwear in one tug. The door handle was stuck between my legs. It was making me pulse. I felt him staring at the tilt of my ass. I pushed it out a little. It was the only thing on me that could move. Maybe I’d been waiting all day to fuck him. Maybe my body was dumb and it was telling me what to do. I flattened my breasts down hard on the window. The silky dress made me slide on the glass. I heard Gio’s zipper and a car racing by. Then he lifted the skirt of the dress. He felt between my legs. I was wet.

Gio pushed my panties to my ankles. I was stuck there dripping with them stretched and tied around me. Then the head of his cock hit the line of my ass. I wanted to tell him to just put it inside me, split me open, right open, fuck me right now. I bent my knees down to try and tell him to just do it, but Gio leaned his massive chest down, a big slab on top of me, pinning my wrists.