by Lexi Thorne
On hearing the name Judith, she turned sharply with spitefully biting bitter look polluting her gorgeous face. She twitched and gave him a bitter-sweet as she was surprised to in such odd location. She knew instantly, in a matter of milliseconds counts the person had to be familiar. Thus, there was the good side of her which would like to pause a bit and listen to what he wanted to say. ‘Whoa! I know you. You are… She moved a bit more closer with a reconnecting gaze on her face trying to make sense where really she knew her from to be double sure. ‘I am Ben... So, you do not remember? We used to leave together in the same street, downtown. I had been there looking for you but was… Look, it was a long story before I could make it here' said he. ‘Whoa, whoa, whoa…! You are still busy haunting me around? I can never be that girl by your side. What I told you months ago still remains intact yet, uh! Please let me be… I have got other things to do' she reflected gallantly. Then, there, as she was already twisting forwards her right leg making a 45˚ circling to begin on her path. ‘I am sorry about Judith...' he said remorsefully. ‘Fuck you very much for that. You'd know one thing clearly Ben.' she said pacing closer having retracted. ‘She might still be alive just now, even be here with us if you had helped with the remaining resources I begged you lend. I hope you know that! Please, you don't call that name again uh, mom and I used to believe you merited that but you never really did…' She turned and left with tears pouring profusely out of her eyes. She fell on her kneels having broken down with tears all over at a corner where no one would see her blubber. ‘Mom… why… why did you leave?' she moaned bitterly.
She heard some clattering sound, and she immediately thought some people might want to harm her. She swiftly cleaned her face with her kerchief and began to rush out in a manic way where there are plenty people walking. After few blocks she was already at the library, she sat and began to do read closely. Whenever she stopped by or passed by the library, she would remember her mother's words to her at a time when she was younger that ‘failure to prepare well enough is the preparation to fail well.' As she remembered again, one wry-like smiled rolled out her face, and she awkwardly began to look relaxed, even contented and adequately in charge of the mo.
After weeks they had been in contact over the phone, he felt it was necessary to check on her on how she was fairing and to also get to know how far she'd gone doing all other necessaries on her own part for sure success to be realized in the upcoming exam. It was on a Tuesday, and the summer sun had been out shining all it's got scorching the heck out of the earth and the earthmen herein. It began to walk the ways it would always do right from the west and making a swaggering down through the foamless skies to rest, and it was at the center of getting there already. Andrew was on his way down to purchase his usual thing, not much further apart from his apartment. Liked ice cream and other things which are sweet to his tongue. These things had piled together to give him the fatty self he had had. He used to eat a lot when he was little. He was voracious and wouldn't be satisfied until he was unconscious and all that. He was born well like just the other babies. Smart and beautiful to appreciate. But as usual, he got over his past much more easily, awkwardly. He was so good at relating factors unrelated in proffering solutions to any problem he was faced with. The distance from the bottom of the feet to the top of the head of Andrew was 5'7.6 or 172 cm. That was not his height and weight actually. The last time he went checking that almost corrupted his right senses. He had got a role model he would prefer to imagine to shatter any jot of regret for his physique. He admired Jackie –his best actor ever as his role model as he'd always cheer him up even when occasion did not call for that in his comics. On that sunny afternoon, it was of cause a tea shop that time but to get for himself a rather expensive ice-cream –Golden Opulence Sundae: $1,000. ‘Ahem…! Please, I am gonna be seated right over there, I wanna see the paper just behind you huh! He said and left immediately. He came back before 30 seconds, hurriedly. ‘Ehm… Make them all count please – the three scoops of rich Tahitian vanilla bean infused with Madagascar vanilla and covered in 23k edible gold leaf. He left back a newspaper; he looked serious as he saw the emboldened word –SCHOLARSHIP. He quickly drew it closer to himself to make sense of the full location on the paper. He read "STUDENTS GET SCHOLARSHIP TO STUDY AT COLLEGE OF PHARMACY" ‘What… she must have been E-mailed, and I must have been, either… Wait…wait…' He quickly flipped through the papers to read the details. He was too anxious to begin from the top and get the details. He skimmed it all from top to the bellow part of it but could not see the names of those that later merited the scholarship on any part of the page. He skimmed the top, the below, the side, the mid and the middle but nothing like lists of names were there. He dropped the paper and went back to collect his ice cream. He collected it and paid and moved back to the papers. He went to the vendor and complained as per the names which are not there as if they were hidden by the man; the man let him check other papers in case of any similitude in tit-bit as per it. He did flip them all through but to naught. Bought the one which he first saw and headed home –it was a few blocks distance apart. At home, he was down with overly with anxiety. Then, he sat his robust seat, which pies looking so good and compelling on the table and one resting to be taken within Jack Robinson on his belly. He picked up the paper on the stool and began to read to grasp the inbuilt messages inscribed. It was then he was able to realize all candidates were expected to check their E-mails submitted during the signing ups. He immediately put the Wi-Fi into use but saw nothing there related. ‘Now, no congratulatory messages here; does that mean that is the end. O, Barbara, she must have learned about it; no, she could not have – she would have put a call through to me informing me; okay, what I am going to do would be to try and call her. No-no-no-no-no no… let me go and visit her in person. Which should come first?'
He gave her a call almost immediately, but she wouldn't answer the call. It was not on purpose as she was busy having a rather boring exchange with a neighbor who had come to invite her over to come and have dinner with his family for the first time since they had packed in. She stood right at the center of the door when it was opened with the chain still attached to it stretched a bit around from the flat wooden rampart of the door. Her head was out, and it was to the neighbor as if she was half naked and no choice than to be just like that. ‘It would gladden me if you would later show up. Just a knock on the door we would respond' said in a friendly way, the neighbor. She responded ‘I would really love to come and dine with your family. It had been long I experienced that and uh…that was before my mo… no worries…. Thanks for the invitation. And no offense please I have been in any way rude in my words.' He smiled and said fatherly ‘no-no-no… none taking actually Miss. You… just be good. See you around.' He turned back and crossed the street to the other side. She closed the door to herself and felt embarrassed as she had her back to the door and slipped down stealthily in regret for not liking mincing with new people around. She at once believed it was some phobia of the type she had not come across yet but recently she had got past that in thought believing it had to be must be something else entirely.
Two days back the almost exact same thing happened to her. She was around as it was the weekend of the week. One of the teens on the other side of the street saw her passing by and would be a friend and at the same time wanted her to come around to her birthday party on the following night. She replied sounding honest she had invited over to another party by another friend of hers down town. It was all a blatant lie cooked up before she could know it. But it sounded way too confusing for her not to believe, so they departed. She walked barefooted back into the room to see that Andrew had called several time. ‘O my… oh my! I am in shit…' She called him back instantly to know what was up.
‘Hello, I was not with…' ‘Shhhhhhhhhhh….' he shushed her right from the other side. And he continued ‘where the hell did you put your phone this time, was it the kitchen again or back at the shopping mall, again…?' She g
ave her, once-in-a-while smile… ‘Sorry… You'd know some things will never change. Actually, it ain't deliberate. I was… with a neighbor and my phone was put on ‘silent,' again.' ‘You know what girl…You really do not belong to this age. Probably Stone Age would have made a lot of sense for you you know!' Both laughed, and there was a prolonged pause. He swallowed a lump of spittle ‘Ahem! Ya…' ‘So why did you call?' She asked. ‘Yeah, yeah, when was the last time you checked your mail? No-no-no were those even the right words! The names are out now, for the scholarship thing. I have just learned about it, and I felt like you might not know and let you know' he responded. ‘Wow, when was that… How am I to check it? Oh oh, the E-mail… What's up, were you picked? He hung up? What is it with him…?'
She quickly dressed up and left for the internet café to verify from her E-mail account. She bellowed a cab hurriedly and took down to the Café. It was positive for her, and she was joyous as her dream had begun to come into reality. She ran down home feeling extremely eerie as she would be able to study the scientific discipline of her choice. On getting home, all she had was just herself. There was no one else to share the joy with and Andrew had just behaved as if he was not picked. She was with mixed feelings whether to call him and inform about the development and ask him about his. At a point in time at the same spot, she began to imagine how her mother would have been proud of her for her rare and impressive success. ‘Mom would be proud wherever she is.' ‘Loved you mom.' As the topic of her mother came in her joy was beginning to lose weight, but she tried and be positive back as she tried to get something to cool her throat right in her concise fridge at the edge of her wooden bed, painted brown. She felt asleep afterward as she began to relax in her bed.
She opened her eyes reluctantly then. Unconsciously, she waved her right hand and packed her hair which had covered her left eye to the back part of her head. She entered into some sort of daydream with her grandpa repeating over the same tale she had had before, right under the atmosphere –the dusk began to open for daylight to come with all its lighting glories to channel the course of bliss and it greased the earth with them spattered all through the faces of the sky glowing good. Dovish birds chirped no more about with each of their serrated wings, but there was another nocturnal bird on top of the tree beneath, which she and her grandpa were seated. It flapped and shattered the atmosphere with the sibilance of her departure as it clawed away. She woke up, and she gave Andrew a call.
CHAPTER TWO
SENSUAL MODE AND THE ADVENTURE TO BE
Years had gone. She was already done with her academics –she had finished at the college already and had furthered at one of the best ivory-towers in the States on the basis of scholarships as she was brainy. School life and friends had been able to influence her and had successfully changed some part of her sensual attitude and really nothing more. She still full of anxiety though in several occasions at school times. She had been employed on merit by one of the best Paranormal Dating Agency around which was making incredible wave. At work, she was the best of all the employees in handling drugs, chemicals and plants which bettered the living of the paranormal creatures in the care of the agency. She was doing really great to the extent that her influences had gotten her real occupational respect which eventually qualified her to be part of the Executive Council. ‘I have got some old friend Shirley. We once had it and it was real to be blunt but things got bad as I lost my mother. What do you think huh…' She paused a moment recollecting the stances the company were trying to make their paranormal clients enjoy their stay. ‘Yo you would do me a favor. Try and pack those prenatal care procedural documents for the old clients on my desk. Will go over the new once afterwards… Thanks… kiss kiss. Owe you one.’ She typed it and sent it to her. It ticked it was sent but it hadn't been read as she was not online at the moment on the other side. It was a Sunday morning when the Fathers send the church bell clanking in reverberation around the street. She knew nothing about what they do in there. As her father would always say. He would say, all they do is sing incidental songs which they had termed holy hymn, do mass thing and make signs of cross several times before the congregation are dismissed. She was still scattered all over in her bed with thoughts about him pressing her real deep in the head. She rose and took her pill on the stool and sent it down with a sip of water in glass water. She has a fine apartment at the moment. Her apartment –has two front doors close together, the other beds are to the right, a small alcove to the left, not shown are the small kitchen and bathroom. Her cell phone rang and she answered the call. It was him again. ‘Hi!' from the other side. She replied ‘Hi!' ‘Am I forgiven and permitted to come around now? I am buying along your favorites' he said from the other side… there was a brief pause. She blushed and her pretty rotund dimples pointed out shining as the light up the ceiling reflected on them. ‘Alright but do not be long.' He was glad to have been able to win her attention back. Years of waiting and persistent trials were not for waste –he thought in his mind. ‘Knocks on the door.' ‘Who's it… Come in.' ‘It is me Ben… You asked me to come in but the door still closed from at your end there' he said worriedly. He believed she had done that on purpose. He muttered in his mind – ‘O, she must be a bitch for treating me this way this far!' She dashed to see him in. ‘Thank so very much, He initiated hugging. They hugged, she collected the package in his hands and broke the hug giving him some smile meaning I only allowed that just to collect this… On getting the message he chuckled and developed the chuckling into smile ending it with short laughter as he was heading toward the sitting room to make himself comfortable. He had got flowers – rose, orchid and tulip. ‘You have come to kill me right? You have got around the irresistible one you'd know that but I'd have my ways around it though' she said sensually as she looked right at him in the seat with one side of her face putting her utmost aura into lead as she walked about. She cooked, they ate, exchanged gist about the current days sophistications and all that tagged alongside, they talked about their beginning part when they younger and the crazy things would do together way back then, they later spoke about the romantic part which was the closest to the time she eventually lost her mother and they ended their talk as they have been drinking for hours on her mother and Ben was left with no choice again but to apologize. ‘I have gone past that… during my days at the college. She's gone and there is nothing, no one would have done, nothing… nothing you or I could do now and to bring her back. I am so sorry for putting the whole blames on your head for… for…for…for… long.' She said with her eyes shutting and opening dialytically. She still liked him of cause, there was a part of him that still wanted to be with him but there was a graver ground deep in her consciousness reassuring he could never be the alpha man she need to spend the rest of her life with. How her subconscious self– came around such a resolve deep down her mind she could not know. It was already late in the night, she had appeared intoxicated, Ben was all fine and felt like not to leave her just there in the cushion. He was seated right close to her, with series of thoughts flocking up his head, going out and coming back in. He would not want to spoil the art of redemption he was beginning to enjoy. Right in the processes of these thoughts said she ‘let's go inside, it is late.' Well, Ben gave the facial expression that was no new news and it-is-good-you-too-know-that. She was actually still under intoxication. He began to reason what he should do next having seen her state. He made up his mind to do exactly what she had said. As she carried her up to help her into her bedroom to put in a good position for a good night nap, on having her back against the bed cover, as he wanted to leave her, she thrust out her two hands around his neck and romantically forced him to smell the beauteous smell of her irresistible tits. He smelt real deep and felt for it all. His sense of politeness ran dry within a matter of ‘Jack Robinson'. Then the aesthetic application began, he began to examine each part corners of her body… He paced back for a minute and went back to her in the bead standing, looking real unbelievably at
her. He had not dreamt it all this would be happening again just this fast. It would be her second time with her should they do it together. The first time was still quite clear in both their heads as they both really did enjoy every move which had to do with it. He sighed and began to caress her from her feet. She was beginning to react to that real hot. He stopped, he retracted his hand as if he got shocked right on her golden spotless skin. He paced back. Began to walk fast in unparalleled manner - up and down right in the room holding his head like one confused and not knowing what to do at the same time. ‘Ben.… Ben… please… give it to me…' she said, erotically. He paused on hearing that, before the blink of an eye he was already on in his boxer. He climbed the bed and continued to caress her right from the same feet with his rather cold soft palm. His touches had her moved as it spread right through every part of her physiological parts and her neurological senses were already on cloud nine screaming out loud what her meaning that was what she crave for from Ben.., Ben continued to give the impression he was just beginning. Ben was used to being bibitory so…the long alcoholic wine they both took did not affect him to the extent that he would not be able to control himself well. So, he looked in charge and she looked in charge as well but right on another level entirely. It was appearing she was close to cloud nine but all that was just literal to him. He thought to and went much crazy about it and began to display his sensual know-how.
