"Why am I here?"
"You tried to kill yourself, Mr. Abrahams."
The blonde was exceptionally pretty sitting there, leaning forward so I could spinx into her cleavage.
"And why the hell would I do that?"
"We do not know that. All we know is that a passer-by spotted you in the water at the foot of a cliff."
Biblical.
Biblical boobs.
And that despite her face making her look like she just finished school.
I need a strategy, I said to myself.
"Have you ever had a thing with a mentally ill person?"
She laughed.
"How would you even do it, huh?" she asked.
"I unbutton your pants and ride you a little?"
She laughed again. Heart-warming. I knew I had to have her.
"Set me free! Loosen the restraint! And amen, I promise you, we'll do it right here on the stretcher."
"You're crazy, Mr. Abrahams."
She smiled softly.
I stared into her eyes.
She swerved away, looked at my right upper arm, got stuck on the tattoo of an owl. Our eyes met. She looked down at the floor in shame that she was caught.
She likes the tattoo, I thought. And even more so what lies beneath it. Muscles.
"What makes someone like you want to kill yourself, Mr. Abrahams? We don't know anything about you except your name. But you look like you have it all."
"Problem is, I didn't want to kill myself."
"Then why did you jump off the cliff?"
I ignored her objection.
"I've known how I was going to kill myself since I was a kid. Riding a Harley Davidson, way too fast over the Golden Gate Bridge, with a hot blonde on my dick, a cigarette in my right hand and a beer in my left, and then take a little swerve to the right. Boom, bang, off."
She smiled knowingly.
"And come to think of it, that hot blonde could be you!"
"You think I'm hot?"
She looked at me more seriously now, and she immediately looked a few years older.
"Enough that I'd fuck you silly in this little doomsday scenario."
"You really would, if you could, wouldn't you?"
I made an oath-taking gesture.
Silence between us, for a while.
She turns away from me, tugs at her shirt.
"Hot in here, isn't it?"
"Not a bit." I grinned.
She walked past me to open a window. She brushed my upper arm lightly with her finger.
"Oh, excuse me"
"No problem."
She seated herself again.
The ambulance made a sharp turn. My wrists hurt because they were fixed far too tightly.
She could see it in my face.
"Couldn't I at least have my right arm set free?"
"I've been told you're potentially dangerous."
"Do I look like a mass murderer or what?"
"You look like a suicidal person."
I considered thinking of a comeback, but didn't.
"Fair point," I said.
We were silent for a while.
With a jerk, she gathered herself up and tampered with my right wrist. Undid the buckle. Took a step back. But before she knew it, I had wrapped my arm around her waist and seated her on my leg. At first, she resisted, then she slowly complied.
She smiled coquettishly at me.
"Who are you, Mr. Abrahams?" she asked challengingly.
It was beginning to feel like I could only get her into bed if I opened up to her.
I loosened my arm.
She stayed seated.
And slowly stroked my chest with her glossy white fingernails.
Slowly, her hand went downwards.
"Why won't you tell me why you wanted to kill yourself?"
What a sick game. The woman was crazier than me, that much was clear.
I looked at her body, her firm breasts waiting to break out.
I had to keep going.
This wasn't just about sex. No, it was about sex with a fabulously fine blonde.
"You charm me in the most intimate way, Ms. Liebmann."
"Do you desire me?" she asked, and it was obvious that this control was a huge turn-on for her.
"Yes." I whispered, out of breath from excitement.
"And why do you desire me, Mr. Abrahams?"
Now she stroked my inner thighs. With my free hand, I touched her shoulder, her arm and ran along the side of her breasts.
"You haven't said why yet." she teased me.
Okay. I had to answer. Textbook psychology. What did she want to hear? I looked deeply into her eyes. Beautiful eyes. Discreet looking, but elaborately made up. The slightly crooked nose. Could it be, that she put in extra effort in the makeup of her eyes to draw the attention away from her nose?
"Your eyes..."
I grabbed her and held her close.
"... are like winter in the summer, like water in the desert, like crystal set in earth. They are fascinatingly, beautiful."