Liberty's Sparkle (17)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (17)"
   
   Liberty acted more miserable than she was actually feeling.  She kinda, well, most definitely wanted to dump Faye for the day, going on her own way to have boy/girl synergy with Tom, though not in carnal fashion.  Just a guy.  A guy to hang out with.
   She got his address the other night, wending her way through the Midwestern grasslands until coming upon a trailer park, where American flags flapped proudly by way of the four winds.  Too, there were barking dogs chained up, plenty of beer cans overflowing the dumpsters, and noticing Tom's Honda, she gently pulled her hybrid into a gravely parking space next to it.
   She knew her intentions.  To cry on a dude's shoulder.  To remember the musk of man.  To have consolation and a strong upper body comfort her woes.  Indeed, Tom was the only civilized male she knew, even though he was a dashingly dangerous daisy of sorts; still, she held her breath not, exiting her car, and marching with total cool in Tom's front door direction, of a freaking mobile home.  God Bless the American Dream.