Character Id: RED
“I can’t keep doing this to her… To my family.” he whispered with guilt in his voice, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head lowered in shame. Resting not too far behind him was a nude white woman, lighting a cigarette with one of the many lit scented candles in the room.
“Why do you come here, James?” she asked in a distressed tone. Here being the basement level of a run down whore house. It is a hot and sticky night, and the red light bulb continuosly flickers during their conversation.
“My wife,” he answered. “The relationship just feels… I don’t know… Dead. I mean, you meet someone and you get that amazing feeling everytime that you are close to them. The love is there, but eventually it fades away, and you’re afraid to admit that you fell out of love.”
The woman began to speak while looking at his reflection through the dresser mirror.
“You keep calling me Karen when we’re having sex. Is that your wife’s name?” she asked.
He nodded as if he were embarrased of his marraige, or disgusted in what has become of it. Meanwhile, the prostitute takes a pull from her cigarette and speaks with the stick burning between her fingers.
“So I guess she doesn’t let you fuck her face like you do me, eh?” she asked before a light chuckle. James did not respond, he stared and felt the tan imprint on his ring finger. The actual ring was in the driver’s side door pocket of his vehicle.
“It’s alright, baby, that’s what I’m here for.” She responded while tapping the cig ashes into an empty shot glass. “I do all of the nasty things that your wife won’t do.”
He hates cheating and would rather be faithful and in love with his wife once again, but the love has been lost somewhere inside of him for many years, now replaced by an incredible sexual hunger for other women.
It is one of the many issues in his pathetic illusive life.