Lonely Lorelei

Lonely Lorelei

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Submitted: April 21, 2013

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Lonely Lorelei 

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It had been raining all day, and Lorelei felt terrible. Her boyfriend, Tyler, had just broken up with her the day before, and now it was raining. And to add insult to injury, it was the weekend; and, she couldn’t go anywhere! 

 

“Damn it.” she whispered under her breath. Since when did it rain in December? She climbed out of bed and wrapped up in a warm blanket. She felt no need to get dressed, besides where was she gonna go? Traffic had been backed up for hours because everyone was trying to get home, and the weatherman had said that the rain may turn into snow flurries.  

 

It would be too much of a hassle for her to leave the house and find a bar in which to drown her stress in a bottle of scotch--no ice. 

 

Lorelei went to the kitchen and stooped down to open the cabinet. She pulled out a short, stout bottle of Vodka and went back into the living room, then turned on the television. The evening news was on every channel, broadcasting emergency crash reports and the record lows that had cloaked the little city in negative-degree weather. 

 

She cut off the t.v. and turned up the heat. She drank sluggishly from her bottle of vodka for a while, and sort of passed out on the couch. 

 

A few hours later, she woke up in complete darkness, and it was cold. She tried fiddling with the circuit breaker in the kitchen, but it was no use. There had been a small power outage that covered her block and the next two blocks as well, from what she could see.  

 

She waited for about an hour for the power to come back on. And after thirty extra minutes of hopeful wishing,  she went to her room and got dressed in the dark. Well, it wasn’t quite pitch black because the moon was full and there were very few clouds in the sky; so, she could still see.

 

She grabbed a very slender sweater from her closet, which had sleeves long enough to cover her palms and fingers, and a pair of blue jeans. Then, she reached for the pair of extra fuzzy socks that she kept under her bed and inside of her shoes.  

 

Lorelei patted around on the dresser to find her car keys, and when she couldn’t feel them, she slammed her hands down angrily and heard them fall to the floor. 

 

Shit!” she whispered crudely, getting down on her hands and knees to crawl around. 

She scuttled around for another five minutes until she finally felt the cool, metal key rings and the plastic charms that hung around the short, leather lanyard.  

 

“F*k yes!” she exclaimed, grabbing the keys and scrambling up to her feet. 

She felt around in the dark spaces and eventually found her way through the bedroom and out of the house. 

She was determined to find an open bar somewhere, which would have electricity and would also diversify her choice of drinks. 

 

Lorelei drove onto the second block and then the third, but there were still no signs of life. The liquor had taken a toll on her, but she was convinced that she could still drive. 

 

Lorelei pulled over. The darkness that covered everything made the buildings all around her appear abandoned and dilapidated. Nonetheless, she parked and leaned her forehead against the steering wheel. 

 

~knock.knock.knock.knock.~

Hm…?”  

She had turned her car off and fell asleep at the wheel. And now, there was a policeman tapping on her glass. 

“Yes?” she said in a whisper, rolling down the window and squinting up at the man. 

His body was completely cloaked in shadow except for a sliver of  lurid moonlight that illuminated the left side of his face, trickled down his firm jaw and disappeared into the dark void of his robust chest.

 

“Are you alright, ma’am?” 

“Yes, I’m fine.” she responded a bit too quickly. “Just pulled over to rest, that’s all. I got… caught in this power outage.” 

“I understand, ma’am… but, even if there wasn’t an outage, you still wouldn’t be permitted to park here.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“This is a ‘No Parking Zone‘.” the policeman said. 

“Oh, well… there was no way for me to read the sign when I pulled over. It‘s nearly pitch black for fuc--for goodness‘ sake…” 

 

The policeman leaned closer to the window and could detect the pungent scent of liquor emanating from Lorelei. He paused, and after a moment's hesitation, he spoke.

"I think you're drunk, ma'am--I'm gonna need you to get out of the car."

“Officer honestly, it was over an hour ago. I’m not even intoxicated--” 

“Quiet, ma’am.” 

“Why?! What  do you expect me to do out there?!” 

“Ma’am--” 

“How in the hell am I supposed to walk a straight line and I can barely see past my nose?” 

“Damnit, shut the--hell--up…” 

 

Lorelei quieted down and leaned back into her seat. After careful consideration, she rolled up her car window and unbuckled her seatbelt. Then, she stepped out into the cold night--a large pile of snow greeted her warm feet.

 

 


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