GRAIN OF SAND
GRAIN OF SAND
CAUSEWAY, DOWNTOWN MIAMI – DAY
The sky was blue and bright with wispy clouds mingling with the vapor trails of an airplane. Kevin was in a great mood, and he couldn't wait to get home. He at last had found it. It was perfect and within budget. He reached across the seat to get his cell phone; he wanted to call Kat and tell her.
"KAT," He spoke into his phone.
Call failed , the screen read; he tried again. "Kat," Again, the bleep: Call failed. It was always the same. He had a 1971 Mustang convertible, but the wind noise was unacceptable to his temperamental voice-activated phone. He picked it up and started to push Kat's number.
"SHIT!" The sirens of the police car and following fire trucks deafened him. The fact that he had been almost crushed by them hadn't escaped his attention either.
He pulled hard on the steering wheel to avoid the on coming vehicles. The terrible suspension of the car sent him careening across the metal bridge. The cell phone flew off the seat and thudded into the passenger door and disappeared under the seat. He struggled to correct the wavering car.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" Fire trucks were racing with police cars and ambulances as they all fought to cross the causeway bridge. The noise penetrated Kevin's whole body. He had pulled to a complete stop and caught his breath as the last of the cavalcade disappeared, lights and horns blaring.
He continued home, pulled into his apartment complex parked next to a BMW convertible, raced up the steps and opened the door. The television was turned to the news, which was reporting on something to do with the Airport. He switched it to the country channel. Carrie Underwood was singing and trashing a perfectly nice, red pickup truck.
"Hey! Guess what I found!" He put his keys on the table and waited for her to reply. He walked into the bedroom. She was in the shower, singing. He opened the shower door.
"Hey, guess what I found!"
She jumped in surprise and threw soap over his face. "Ahhhh! Jesus, Kevin, you scared the shit out of me! Why do you always sneak up on me! You pervert!"
He smiled and watched her soap herself. "That's why!"
She leaned out of the shower and kissed him. "What are you doing?" He had taken his t-shirt off and was unbuttoning his jeans.
"Kevin, NO! I don't have time!" She pushed him away from the shower. "Kevin, I mean it!"
He knew her and knew that she wouldn't respond; she had a will of iron. When she put her mind to something, he couldn't change it, no matter what.
"I really don't have time! Please! I'm late already."
He stood there, water dripping from his face to his perfect abs. She noticed the expression on his face and his body glistening with water. "Oh, come here." She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him close to her. She kissed him and licked the water from his lips, and then bit her own. "Oh God! Get out of here while you still can!" She gave him the most beautiful smile, squeezed his now wet crotch, closed the shower door, and carried on singing. He stood with a look of shock, then dissapointment.
"You cannot do that! Seriously, Kat! You can't."
She opened the shower door and saw him smile. She then blew a mouthful of water over his face and laughed.
"Here, a blow job to go!" She laughed, but when she saw his expression change, she screamed and tried to close the shower door. But it was too late; he was in, grabbing and kissing her.
"Kevin, no! Please no! I can't...oh god." He was kissing her most vulnerable part, her neck, and at the same time, he was trying to get his