Reading: "SIBYL OF DOOM" from RITUALS of the ANTITHETICAL (A.Glass 2023) *I will be doing a reading every 3 weeks from my current book 'Rituals of the Antithetical'. I have a new book due at some point in the future.*

 

Later that evening, looking over herself in full length mirror, eyeing her mid length skirt with the thigh high split and her tucked in light blue satin shirt, with its deep plunge and no bra. Callie checks her makeup and hair, ensuring that her blond hair is hanging down over both her shoulders. Satisfied with her appearance, she looks at her wrist watch. Walking back to the lounge room as her two young children are watching television.
“...Israel has just invaded South Lebanon, titled “Operation Peace in the Galilee,” in response to the attempted assassination of the Israeli ambassador to England...” 
Quickly walking pass the lounge area to the kitchen, looking at the television screen of rocket attacks on a city with troops fighting in the streets. Callie opens the fridge to check there is enough food for dinner, she looks at her wrist watch again. “Is there anything better on?…” Checking the pantry, scanning over the stored foods. “...The baby sitter will be here any moment.”
Suddenly the doorbell rings. “Here she is now!” Walking to the hallway, Callie opens the door, as a young brown hair woman stands at the entrance.
“Evening Mrs McClure”
“Hi Joanne, please come in...” Callie replies, as the young woman steps into the hallway area. Quickly closing the door, Callie leads her to the lounge and kitchen area. “...Sorry about the short notice.”
“That’s ok, nothing on tonight. Might even catch up on some study,” the woman replies, as she looks at Callie’s younger children, who both turn in the direction of the woman, with Callie’s daughter waving at the babysitter.
“That’s better…” Callie says, turning to the babysitter. “...They were watching a news report, all war and mayhem.” Smiling in a patient manner, whilst rolling her eyes.
“We’ll have fun. Monopoly?” The woman replies, placing down her bag onto the kitchen bench.
“Yes!” Callie’s son yells out, as he rushes pass his mother and the babysitter, to were a set of cupboards are located in the hallway, opening them, he lifts down a board game box. Running back to where his sister his, sitting down he opens the box.
Suddenly a car horn is heard from the street.
“Alright, my cab is here…” Walking to were her children are sitting. “...You two be good. Not too late. OK!…” She turns to the babysitter. “...Fridge is full and they’ve eaten. Ice cream and snacks for later. I better go.”
The woman nods. “Have a nice time tonight.”
Callie smiles, whilst lifting up her handbag.
“I will”
Making her way to the front door.

“Callie, this is Harold, he’s from out of town,” Callie’s sister, Hannah says, as they begin to sit down at the small table, to which Callie is already seated smoking a cigarette.
“Nice to meet you,” Callie replies, holding out her hand as the man shakes it. He sits down next to Callie, placing his drink next to hers as Callie’s sister also sits, with another man by her side.
“He flies helicopters,” Hannah says, sipping from a Cosmopolitan cocktail with a straw.
“Really?” Callie smiles, impressed, she flicks her blond hair back, also sipping from a glass of champagne.
“Yeah, contracted for medical and engineering jobs. Mostly flying crews in and out from the oil rigs off the Gulf of Mexico,” he replies, taking a sip from his beer, Callie looks at him, admiring his tanned features, dark curly hair and mustache.
“If you don’t mind me asking. Why do you and your sister have different accents?” Harold asks, as Hannah rolls her eyes.
“Everyone asks that question!”
Callie sits upright, straightening her skirt. Placing her drink down onto the table.
“She, my sister, grew up in France. Same mom, different dads.”
“And now I live in New York...” Hannah adds, smiling at the man next to her, dressed formally in a suit and tie. “...Dating Wall Street guys.” Referring to the man she just met at the bar with his friend the helicopter pilot.
“And I’m just her wing-girl,” Callie adds.
“I’ll drink to that.” As the man sitting next to Callie raises his glass, as does Callie’s sister and the other man sitting beside her. They chink their glasses together.
“And how did you two meet?” Callie asks, looking at Hannah’s impromptu date for the evening.
“Only two hours ago. At that bar,” the man replies, as the man beside Callie laughs.
“And I ain't even from New York!” He says, smiling at the other man, as they both chuckle.
“Yes,” Callie says under her breath.
“I’m going to get another drink. Anyone else?” The man sitting next to Hannah asks.
Hannah holds up her glass. “Yes please.”
“Just water, thank you,” Callie requests, as the formally dressed man stands, as does Hannah.
“Going to the ladies’ room.” Hannah says standing, walking towards the female toilets.
“I have to head off in about half an hour,” Harold says, as Callie pushes her right knee up against his outer thigh.
“You want some company?” She asks, in a discreet yet coy way, whilst opening and closing her thighs, squeezing her vulva as she feels the entrance of her vagina tighten and begin to throb.
“Absolutely,” he replies, unaware of Callie’s physical cues of her building desire.
“Ok, you leave in twenty minutes, wait say, ten minutes out the front and I’ll join you.”
The man nods, as Callie continues pressing and gently knocking her knee against him. Both staring lustfully at each other, she places her right hand inside her inner exposed thigh, allowing her naked leg to be viewed from the split in her skirt.
“Don’t think I can wait that long,” the man replies, looking down at Callie’s inner thigh, where her hand is placed.
“Me neither,” Callie says, staring at the man with a lustful angst.
“Water for you and whiskey for you.” The formally dressed man places the water in front of Callie and the whiskey in front of the man, as she shifts her position to a modest demeanor. He looks down at the glass in front of him. As Callie sips from the water, her sister returns and sits down. Quickly gulping the glass of whiskey back, the man stands, straightening out his jeans.
“I gotta go...Um, it was very nice meeting you…” He extends his hand to Hannah, who shakes it, “...And thanks for the whiskey, he says to the man sitting beside Callie’s sister. The man nods. Facing Callie, his posture somewhat awkward. “...Also, very nice meeting you Callie, I hope you have a good time tonight.”
She smiles, and holds out her hand. To which he grasps.
“Nice meeting you too, be careful in the skies,” she replies, eyeing his crotch, as he smiles in a nervous way, making his way to the bar exit.
Callie quickly checks her wristwatch. She feels her vagina maintaining its continual pulse, with that empty feeling in her lower pelvis and its need to be filled.
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Reading:  "SIBYL OF DOOM" from RITUALS of the ANTITHETICAL (A.Glass 2023)