QR Code Murders: Slices of Pleasure

He wrapped his leg around hers. She wrapped hers around him. She giggled.

“That’s not what I meant,” Gorshon Ferrett said. He was light skinned and had chiseled features. His eyes were dark and suggested danger to his enemies and mystery to his friends and family.

“What did you mean, then?” Yawquisha asked.

“I meant that you’re stunning and amazing. It’s like horrific and horrible are different from terrible and terrific. I mean you’re terrific.”

Yawquisha kissed his forehead and cheek. Her long fingernails caressed his wavy hair.

He did not feel dominated. He permitted her to be the leader in the love department and to be the driver. She still could ride but there was an underlying understanding of the roles of bedroom traffic. Ferrett didn’t find it to be threatening to his manhood to let her discover his body. It was like a thought session with two bodies intertwined like fingers. The power and exchange of ideas led to slices of pleasure and knowledge to find out more about the other.

After they finished, they resumed their conversation. Their verbal exchange was like the physical encounter, just on a different level.

“I meant to say that you’re terrific at your job. You take it seriously and that’s sexy,” Ferrett rubbed his head.

Yawquisha smiled. “Thank you.”

“You’re going to lead these law people to the bad guys. You’re exacting revenge upon the bastards who killed your parents by channeling your anger and frustration and rage at the murderers of your folks. What you’re doing is good work. Terrific.”

“I have to say I see what you’re saying. You’re in school to be a judge for Christ’s sake. I’m just pointing a camera.”

“Yes, law school is daunting. But you’re making an impact that I may never make. You have almost a quarter billion views and are growing. I could sit on the Supreme Court for sixty years and I still wouldn’t be able to convey that kind of power.”

Yawquisha took her hands and flattened the sheets. “When you make it to the Supreme Court, you’ll be celebrated as the first with something more powerful than any other Justice: a rational philosophy. Sure, people have had erudite and arcane ideals that they did get across. But you will be able to present to the country and the world the objective viewpoint.”

“You do that with every video already.”

“I do.” She said it without lies or nastiness or haughtiness or rudeness. It was pure ego and pride. She smiled as she said it because she knew that it was true. There was a monopoly over her emotions in the respect that she could have fullover market share over her feelings. When she knew that she had a firm grasp on her idealism, she projected it with definite, unshy and exacting reality.

“I’m impressed by you,” he said.

“I’m more than impressed by you. You’ve been at DIT and you’re excelling. It’s something that should be commended for your efforts.”

They relaxed between the sheets once more. This time, he was the aggressor. He aimed to be the dominant figure only because he had traded his body, his mind, his soul with her already. Now, it was time for him to assert his body. He led for these moments as he could be the active participant and be strong in his position as a man. The idea of power over Yawquisha proved to be a test of his very character and makeup.

Yawquisha hushed and then hummed during the brief exchange. Two minutes and thirty seconds conveyed the premises of both individuals and they both reached for and attained the pinnacle of joy.