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There was a woman in my bed when the phone rang, a tiny fair skinned blonde with small petite features and a shape that didn't resemble an hourglass in the least. Which is to say she was nothing like Karen. And that's just the way I wanted it. I was so tired of trying to turn vague likenesses into desire.
Karen was quite literally the woman of my dreams. My own personal Cytherea, Her face haunted my conscience as well as my sub conscience. I could still see her long ebony curls cascading halfway down her back, and framing what I still thought of as the most beautiful face I'd ever seen. Her hazel eyes were large and wide set, ready to take in the whole world with one glance. With full soft lips and a nose that was slightly large but only served to make her more beautiful. Giving her face character instead of the perfection that would have made her beauty traditional instead of extraordinary. Her skin was a golden brown, like her Cherokee and Greek ancestors before her. She was tall with long shapely legs full hips and a chest that was neither to big nor to small. Her most beautiful feature however was her perfect smile. Just the sight of her had sent my stabs of sexual excitement through my stomach
They say time heals all wounds and to forgive and forget. Yes everything had changed for the best, and I had forgiven her or at least that's what I told myself everyday, but I would Never forget.
I could smell the scent of the girl on my hand as I crossed the room moving toward the phone. I thought it might be my best friend Brett, but it could easily be any of the countless woman I'd given my number to on perfume scented notes, scraps of paper business cards or once or twice in a pinch on a hand breast or arm.
Picking up the receiver I said "hello" but I kept my eyes on the girl as if greeting her. She had been watching me since moments before I'd even opened my eyes. When I was already replaying the night before, the girl had been good, eager and happy to please. But on the morning after what was to be a one night stand I knew I'd never touch her again, Christ I didn't even remember her name Kelly or Calla or Kylie.
"Hello " said the voice on the other end of the line sounding distinctly familiar yet somehow foreign. "It's Karen "
The last five years melted away like Ice cream on an august day and I was 18 again talking to my girlfriend on the phone while sneaking a cigarette through my bedroom window.