Chapter 2
Cosima's day had been just as usual as any other. The store was always quiet which she was completely satisfied with as it aloud her brain neaurons to whiz around thinking about science. Cosima's particular interest and passion was married to evoloutionary delvelopment or as she called it Eveo Devo. Cosima's passion for science her mother always said she was born with . The earliest memory she had was herself at 5 years old sitting with her mother staring at her father and excitedly asking how electricity worked or as she would call it tricity which her father would heckle at and then try to explain in a way her young influenced brain would understand. Cosima did'nt have many happy memories. When she was 6 years old her mother died from cancer , the cancer had remained un detected by doctors. The cancer in a way remained dormant but be time it was found it was too late . The cancer had poisoned several of her mothers vital organs. That was the worst day of Cosimas life , she spent her last days with her mother crying beside her not understanding why or how this had happened. Cosima's mother tried to spend her last moments with her family actively running around and smiling as much as possible but just after a few minutes her mother would grow tired and sadly ended up bed bound for the last 3 lousy months of her life . Cosimas mother died on christmas day 1932. Thats the reason Cosima hated christmas and always would she never celebrated because the last christmas memory she had was the end of her happy family life .Cosima's father tried to keep his sprits up and spend time with Cosima walking along the San Fransico beach and buying her buckets of ice cream that often made her feel sick a while later but within a few weeks Cosima's father hit the bottle , he would just drink all day at first Cosima understood his need to dig himself deep in bottle and she would happily leave him too it, finding ways to enterain herself with the resources she had . But one fateful night he became someone Cosima hardly recongised that was when it began the beatings . Cosimas father would sit in the kitchen with a bottle of whiskey and finish it when he had he would stare at Cosima and then leap and strike. Pulling her hair and kicking and punching her senseless she would cry out , scream "DADDY, DADDY STOP ITS NOT MT FAULT PAPA PAPA PLEASE" but he would't and she often learned this was the case until she passed out or pretended to have. After a few months of this she was used to it but she was relived when her saviour came her grandmother had come to visit her on that fateful day and had instantly noticed the bruises shocked and horrified , my grandmother took my hand , helped me pack and told me i was coming with her back to Paris .My father did'nt even try to stop her it was like he had no room in his heart for me , my mother filled so much of it that with her gone his heart was just a hollow black hole. I would learn from my grandmother a few months after that night that my father was committed to an aslyum and killed himself after finally driving his insanity of a cliff and drowing in madness.
I was pulled out of my reveire as i looked up and saw the most beautiful stunning women staring at me . She was tall much taller then me with beautiful blonde sort of bobbed length curly hair and the most beautiful brown piercing eyes that if you let yourself you could drown in. I giggled silently to myself as i looked at she was cute and kinda reminded me of a cock a spaniel with her hair and cute ears. She was defintely dressed to impress in a floral knee length dress with black heels that properly cost more then i would earn a year . I instantly felt wetness between my legs as i found my sexual desire and imagination running wild i instanly found myself visualising taking her up against the counter and pulling her dress up above her thighs and slipping my fingers inside and pounding the hardest i could until she came screaming , panting my name and whispering sweet nothings in my ear and then i would do it all again this time more teasingly twisting and flicking her nipples with my hands grabbing each breast and smoothly rubbing my cold hands all over them getting drunk with lust that would eventually make her beg plead for mercy.
I instantly snapped myself out of it . No i should'nt be thinking of her or any women like this it is forbidden taboo . But still my heart sank when my eyes went to her fourth finger on her left hand seeing a simple gold sapphire ring. Fuck Shit no she was married this just cemented it i couldnt have her and even if i wanted to it would be socially un aceeptable. Her husband was a lucky bastard but this thought did nothing to ease the ache and throbbing in between Cosimas legs.