Last night I was alone with her.
Face to face.
She spoke with practiced ease, and kept using the same word “defenestrate”.
She used it in sentences.
She used it alone.
She said it in a whisper.
She said it loudly.
She said it as she told me of her ex husband.
She said it in anger.
And I smiled.
Then she asked. “You know what defenestrate means, right?”
And I nodded.
She asked again laughing. “What does it mean?”
“Yes, tell me, what does it mean?”
I regarded her silently.
“Please tell me.” It came out honestly.
I sighed. “It means removing someone out of a position of authority or dismissing them from power or doing what you must to prevent them from enjoying a certain privilege.”
Her eyes were aglow.
She reached out her slender fingers with its decoratively painted fingernails and touched me lightly on my arm.
“I totally love a man who has a large vocabulary.”
I stared at her.
Her eyelids were half closed, her head slowly hanging back like she was going into a faint.
Worry washed over me for a moment. “Are you okay?”
She didn’t raise her head to look at me. Instead she spoke with a voice that dripped with a primal feminine growl.
It sounded as though she was a couple of seconds away from ecstasy.
“Jude, please say a big word to me. I beg you, a very big word.”
Her hand gripped my forearm.
It was trembling.
It was wet.
She purred as she spoke again, in a voice that seemed to echo from some faraway place.
She was panting.
“Just say a big word to me.”
Written by Jude Idada