Lolita

Lolita stood naked in-front of the full length mirror that hung on the back of the closet door. She began making funny faces at her reflection, scrunching up her eyebrows, puffing up her cheeks, and sticking out her tongue. Ronney opened the bathroom door and entered the room, still drying his hands.

"You should get dressed, you'll catch cold," he said, somewhat distracted by her naked presence.

"In a minute," she answered, observing herself from different angles now. He quietly chuckled at her lighthearted antics.

"I tell you, I'm not looking forward to going back home," he said while shaking his head and putting on his shoes.

"I like New York City. You're lucky to live there-"

"Please!" He exclaimed, giving her an incredulous look.

New York is too damn expensive. I pay more in rent than people out here pay in mortgage! Not to mention the car insurance is dirt cheap down here. My brother got it right moving here after the recession hit.

Dad complains about bills here too. Nothin happens here in Georgia. New York is so glamorous though. Did you know it's a fashion capital? Lolita began absentmindedly running her fingers through her hair while walking over to the bed. Ronney became distracted, once again, as his

eyes examined every aspect of her undeveloped body. She was completely aware of the impact each movement had on him yet oblivious of the ingenuous light that encircled her. After a brief moment of silence, Ronney shook his head, struggling to remain composed and forcing back his desire. Fashion---hmp! That's all you females care about. That's all Edna use to spend all her money on, shoes and bags, he said, now attempting to divert his eyes from her naked body. Her refusal to put her clothes back on was just another one of her childish pleas for attention, and like always, it was almost impossible to resist her.

Can't get enough of tryna' keep up with the Kardashians. That damn alimony drained my paychecks and probably just fed right into her vanity!

Aunt Edna did have the best stuff. I use to love visiting and spendin' all my time in her closet. Lolita said, now sitting and lightly bouncing on the bed.

Yea, now that new clown can waste his money on her ridiculous spending. At least that put an end to the alimony. Ronney paused for a moment, turing away from her and shook his head.

I'm glad we never had kids. He sighed deeply and stared blankly at the beige motel wall. You would have been a great dad. Maybe that would have kept you guys together, Lolita stated. Ronney looked at her face, almost annoyed at her naive perspective of how the world works.

Ok, enough playing around. Time to get dressed, he said slapping her naked thigh. He began searching for his car keys that was lost somewhere amongst the sheets.

Ok, ok, she mumbled before leaping off the bed. Ronney observed how first she put on her

yellow sundress before slipping her underwear on underneath it. Everything about her was so vivaciously backwards. She sat back on the bed to put on her sandals and was dismayed to see one of the straps had snapped into two.

Damnit! she yelled. Before she could get another word out, Ronney slapped her across her face, appalled by sudden crude language that threatened to permanently taint her.

Watch your mouth! he yelled. He watched as her blue eyes began to swell with tears and her round freckled face turned a slight shade of pink. Lolita silently sulked to the other side of the room, still holding her face where the sting of the slap still lingered. Feeling slightly guilty, he still couldn't help but be aroused by the adorable way her bottom lip poked out when she was upset.

We should get back, he said still looking around for the keys.

It's almost check out time and everyone at the house will be wondering why it takes us over two hours to get a couple of bags of ice, he joked, attempting to break the tension. When she didn't smile, he walked over to her and tenderly stroked her hair.

You know, you're the only reason I even bother with these family reunions, he whispered. Lolita smirked but still didnt reply. Lolita finished dressing and plucked the keys to his rented Honda pilot from the jumbled up comforter and handed it to him. In silence, they both gathered the rest of their things and made their way out the door.