Enid (Part 2)
By Lucy Mitchell
The customer from table no.8 and I were alone in the empty diner.
Unlike Polly I found myself drawn to the dark haired stranger. He told
me truckers talked. Everyone it seemed wanted to meet the waitress called
Enid in the diner on the ‘highway of death’.
I sat on his lap whilst he nuzzled my neck. His breath felt hot against
my skin. Pressing his lips to my ear he whispered all the things that he
wanted to do to me in the back of his truck. I didn’t even know his name.
My back arched as he ran his warm hand over my bare thigh. Our lips
met for the first time sending electrical waves through my body.
In my head Polly spoke to me “Please stop this Enid”
“No Polly I am enjoying myself” I said, gazing into his dark eyes as he
nibbled on my bottom lip.
“Stop Enid” she pleaded.
“You told me to deal with him Polly” I said curtly.
“Enid please not like this. We can’t go through this again”