It seemed as if the wind turned with me, every turn i took the wind kept facing me head on. Luckily it was only a little bit further to the mall. There I would meet her and there I was going to buy a bikini with her. Because we would be leaving for Miami Beach in two weeks. There would be no pelting rain or freezing cold . There it would be 26 degrees in the shade.
I met her on Twitter and we had very animated text conversations about anything and everything. Every time she changed her profile picture, it was a photograph of a good looking young blonde and to be honest: I had become a little in love with her. Me: a law student; She: a model and photography student, both living in the same city of Buffalo, it was about time we would meet.
We agreed to meet at Target at Walden Galleria. She would wear a gray hat, I was wearing a red top. I put my bike in bike rack, wiped the rain out of my face and walked right up the escalator.Target was up on the third floor, so I had some stairs to go.
Upon stepping on the last escalator towards the third floor I saw her. The gray hat was tilted on her head, she smiled. One look at her and I was done for. She was even more beautiful in reality than in her profile picture. My heart skipped a beat and while the escalator slowly carried me towards her, I dreamed away. She had asked me to go to Miami with her. We would walk hand in hand along the beach. We danced, sweaty, entwined. How we swam and I looked at her, gleaming in the sun. I oiled her gorgeous body with suntan lotion, her back, her legs. And how we would make love in the surf, with a setting sun in the background. She reached out her arms to me and I hugged her and kissed her. How I felt the curve of her breasts against my chest and I picked her up at her buttocks, lifted her up and swirled her around in the air.
I was rudely yanked out my dream by her slap in my face. "What do you think you are doing, you bastard!" She said in a thick Jersey accent. "I don't even know you!" I staggered back dazed. I tasted blood and reached for the handrail which I missed. I lost my balance and fell backwards. Thoughts shot quickly through my mind. What had happened? I saw her in slow motion bury her face in her hands, clearly shocked by her own reaction. Had i really lifted her up? Her hat, fallen to the ground was a confirmation of my suspicion: my daydream had mingled with reality.
Just before I hit my head on the edge of an escalator step, I wanted to mumble an excuse; than I was no longer able to anymore. I heard the cracking of my back on the sharp steps and then I couldn't move a muscle anymore. Blood gushed out of the back of my cracked open skull and while the escalator brought me back up and turned my body at the end, I looked at her blankly, not-being able to do anything. She started vomiting and ran off. I watched her,as i lay there, until the gray hat disappeared out of sight. While the end of the escalator continued slowly step by step underneath me it slowly became dark around me, I saw her running through the surf. It was hot. Her white bikini barely able to keep her bobbing breasts from...
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