5

Maine was about 19 hours in the wrong direction. Wrong, meaning that it was closer to home.
Home was not where Sapphire wanted to be. Everyone, back there, was small minded and short sighted. They had no dreams. All her friends wanted to walk out to the mailbox, meet Sir WorksALot, get married on the yellow line and move into the house across the street. Once there, they wanted to squeeze out a few puppies, make some salad for the PTA and then bitch about the beer induced fat making a halo around the stomach of their once lean former frat boy husband.
Don’t mind the cottage cheese on my thighs, they all laughed, because Hank from the Book of the Month Club will validate my sexiness every Thursday afternoon in the back seat or maybe a hotel if it gets too cold.
Let’s all be our parents….yeee..fucking…haw.
Sapphire was way too gone to be going back, even if Maine was 5 hours north of Connecticut. It was too close for comfort. She was on her way, leaving behind that macabre meatloaf that passed for normal. Mom probabably already made way too many calls to the State Police, reporting her as kidnapped, because her Precious would never leave home on her own and Dickless Dad just nodded in drunken agreement as he clicked the remote, hoping he could buy his balls back on the Home Shopping Channel.
Then again, with her head bouncing slightly at every pothole patching the Impala hit, she thought that it was the perfect plan. If she doubled back she just might outsmart her mom.
Besides, she saw the sign. It was right there on her milk carton. Sapphire wasn’t Catholic but she wondered if there was a Patron Saint of the Puffin.
Probably not.
Maybe she might end up doing something saint worthy enough for the Puffins to make the Pope, and all the other guys in funny hats at the Vatican, at least consider it?
Maybe she would be deified and worshiped by the Audubon Society?
Maybe Five Hairs would take his hand off her thigh and hit the blinker and pull into the rest area up ahead?
God, she was hungry.
Maybe this guy had some money?
Maybe he was hungry too?
Maybe he wasn’t, but would buy some shit anyway?
She hoped the place had Butt Doilies, because she hated to hover and she really had to pee.
Butt Doilies rock!
They create the security blanket between you and what ever disease or disgusting funkiness that resides on that plastic public horseshoe of a toilet seat. No need to balance your hovering ass on high heeled feet and right angled legs, just sit down on the paper and let the warm nuisance sprinkle out.
Sapphire read the scratched poetry on the walls of the stall and listened to the echoing splash of her pee stream.
“Here I sit, broken hearted. Tried to shit, but only farted.”
“I lived and learned, then got stoned and forgot.”
“MANNY SUCKS COCK!!!!!!!”
Not quite Pulitzer prize material, but it distracted her eyes and occupied her mind while she answered Nature’s Call. She balled up some tissue and wiped from front to back, just like her mother taught her when she was 3. Pulling up her pants, she thought about the trifecta of fast food outlets that filled the lobby.
“I hope he’s hungry.” She said out loud.
She waved her hands under the faucet and forced its automatic flow. No soap, just a casual rinse off and a damp fingered splash to her bangs. She almost body kissed a middle aged soccer mom as she turned to leave. For a brief second Sapphire glanced into her eyes and slid down their mind funnel. She saw three kids, a Doberman and a lean chiseled Pilates instructor that filled the gaps her inattentive husband left on his career path. Sapphire shuddered with cold contempt.
“Fuck that,” she thought, “Why pretend to settle on one dick?”
She was going to taste a bunch of them, in all their throbbing saltiness, but when she found the right one, there would be no pretending. She wasn’t going to fuck it up. It wasn’t like she needed a man. She just knew that somewhere out there, a man existed that was more than a life support system for a cock. There had to be at least one man that would unlock the jaded cell of her heart. Her mother had to be wrong. She had to be. Sapphire had tried to be a lesbian. She really did. Women were so beautiful and soft. She even adored the firm shapeliness of breasts, but it just wasn’t there. She wanted a man, with all his imperfections. Strong shouldered, he would wrap her firmly as they made love and make her feel embraced. He would cuddle and laugh at her jokes but leave abruptly to conquer the world, not forgetting to kiss her passionately before he did.
Yeah right.
A girl can dream can’t she?
Right now all she had was Five Hairs. He had potential. After all, he had convinced her to double back towards home and he had such passion for the puffin. A man with passion is a good thing.
Maybe he had passion for other things, like tongue circling her clitoris till she came.
Maybe he lived for cuddling and pillow talk.
Maybe he was into buying two cheeseburgers so he could share.
Maybe it was just a passion for the puffin and that would have to suffice.
Johnny looked across the tile and saw Saphirre catch his glance and quickly look away. He saw a brief flicker of crazy flash out from her eyes. He didn't didn't know the difference between love and common sense and stared at her just long enough that it didn't matter.