Cyril
Not what I think.
I widened my eyes to see if I could make of what I just saw, but nothing made sense yet he said it wasn't what I was thinking.
Then what was it?
I waited to hear Alan explain, but he said nothing. He just sat there and watched me like a predator who had been cornered by his prey.
He didn't even push the woman off.
He didn't scramble or try to adjust his clothes.
He just sat there, looking at me with a mixture of horror and something I couldn't name.
I felt the blood drain from my face, a cold, hollow vacuum opening up in the center of my chest.
The joy of the morning, the triumph over Susan, the secret thrill of the punishment, it all evaporated, leaving behind a bitter, caustic ash.
The woman on Alan's lap smiled, a slow, predatory curve of her lip
