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Fear of Falling

Fear of Falling

Titel: Fear of Falling
Autoren: S.L. Jennings
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around to see our third roommate, and my most favorite person in the entire world, Dominic Trevino wearing only boxers and a lazy, satisfied grin.
    “Depends. Is your name Pussy Galore?” Angel asked between singing the melody from before.
    Dominic, or Dom as we called him, ran a hand through his jet-black bed head and gave us a sly smile. “No, but after the night I had, it sure was Pussy Galore in my room. One word: twins!”
    Angel and I both cringed at the thought and let out a simultaneous Ewwww . I loved Dom more than anyone in this world, and he was probably the only person who had ever fully understood me and loved me anyway, but he could be disgusting. He pretty much slept with anything in a skirt, and being that he was tall, dark, and amazingly handsome with penetrating brownish-green eyes, most skirts flocked to him in droves. I knew his whorish ways stemmed from the downright horrific things he experienced as a child so I didn’t chastise him too much about it. But I worried about him. And I hoped one day that he would find someone special to fill the void he kept trying to satisfy with nameless women.
    “So are you staying for practice today?” Angel asked me, trying to steer the conversation from Dom’s latest sexcapades.
    “Nah. I think I’m gonna get out there and pound the pavement some more.”
    Angel sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Come on, Kam! Just join the band already. You could be making money from performances and with your voice, we’d probably score even more gigs. I don’t know why you keep depriving yourself and the rest of us of something you know makes sense. You were born to sing!”
    I sighed because I had heard this speech before. “Angel, you know why I won’t join. I don’t need that kind of attention. It’s…not smart. Not safe. Besides, I like being head cheerleader for AngelDust,” I smiled, hoping to appease her.
    Angel perked up and I gave myself a mental pat on the back. A little stroke of her ego and she was putty in my hands. “I just want you up on that stage with me. The world should get to experience your gift.”
    “Angel, you are an amazing artist! What are you talking about? The way you perform and captivate the audience…I could never, ever do something like that. And you are a much better musician than me.”
    Shrugging, she twirled a long lock of blond hair between her fingers. This week, she had added hot pink extensions in honor of receiving her new guitar. “But you’re a better singer. And I know singing makes you happy.”
    “Geez, enough of the Vagina Monologues!” Dom interjected playfully. “My dick just shriveled up into beef jerky!”
    Angel gagged. “Gross. Sounds like Gonorrhea. I told you about picking up those gutter sluts. Don’t leak any shit on my rug. I just had it cleaned.”
    “Carpet muncher,” Dom sneered.
    “Whore,” I shot back at him in Angel’s defense.
    “Dick tease,” he spat at me.
    This was us: A modern day, dysfunctional Three’s Company. A lesbian rocker, an insatiable man-whore and a notorious commitment-phobe, all under one roof. Of course, that was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to our laundry list of issues. And while we may have sounded more like a raunchy joke that begins with us walking into a bar, we had somehow become a family. Dom and Angel were as close as family could get for me. And in all honesty, they were the only two people on Earth that had ever met the skeletons hanging out in my closet. Hell, they just moved them over to make room for theirs.
    Angel stood up and stretched her limbs, her tight body looking X-rated in her sheer chemise and panties. Didn’t anyone wear clothes around here? “So are you sure no one else is hiring that you know of?”
    I twisted my lips as if I was in deep thought though the answer was at the forefront of my brain. “Yes. No. I don’t know. Maybe.”
    “Maybe?” Dom asked, plopping down on the couch next to me.
    “Well, um, there’s that bar…” I could feel my face heat just at the mention of it.
    Dom propped his legs onto my lap and reclined, his hands behind his head. “Bar? Do tell.”
    “Yeah, uh, you know…that bar that Angel and I went to…and, you know…”
    “The bar with the hottie bartender?” Angel perked. She threw herself onto Dom’s body and cuddled him like a giant-sized teddy bear.
    “I mean, that was weeks ago and I’m sure they’ve already filled the positions,” I said with a phony
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