Well, since I didn’t get
any responses—good or bad—to my blog yesterday, inquiring how folks felt about
my latest story, Learning Lea, I
suppose I’ll carry on with it. So without further ado….
Learning Lea
Growing
up, Lea had anything but the sheltered life, yet the perceptions she held and
beliefs she clung to were seasoned with an irresistible innocence rare in
someone who’d gone through all she had…. One of those perceptions was that nice
women weren’t loud during sex. Only tramps and whores cried out their pleasure.
Carl had taught her otherwise. And for that, Lea had been grateful.
To
finally be able to express her pleasure…. Lea shook her head at how liberating
that had felt…continued to feel. And yet, there were times, as with
tonight, when Carl had to gently remind her that it was okay to make noise. To
let him hear how much she enjoyed what she was feeling.
It
was as if whenever Lea’s change had her slip between realities, her re-emersion
to being just her was an awkward one. As if with the transformation, old
habits and misperceptions clung to her like a protective cloak, masking how she
really felt. Shielding her from the indelible marks society and its mystery
left on her.
That’s how Lea felt much of the time—that life was
a mystery. Those around her had the key of how to act and proceed through
life with grace while she stumbled and faltered her way along, each step taken
a struggle to maintain her balance. It seemed—had always appeared—that Lea saw
the world through eyes different than those around her. Many times she trusted,
only to find out later that trust had been misplaced. Other occasions found her
acting in good faith, her gestures being misconstrued by others as…wrong. They
weren’t wrong, just…naïve.
Check back tomorrow to see what happens next….
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