11.1 Go Fish!

I took my cool and sat back to listen to the voices of the east wing girls. It was Caribbean Cup Final played in Kingston, Jamaica, at Independence Park. Los Varados playing against Jamaica and the girls were excited about it. November rains passed and we were in the middle of December, still a wet day. I turned on the television in my room for the live telecast and switched to the kitchen to do some updates on my computer.

I was hardly a football guy and sorry that I could not describe the outdoors. But there were a lot petroleum green flags and bikers on the streets honking and yelling to support their team.

From time to time, small crowds of youth burst in through the gate and yelled at the girls and the Nadine girls yelled back.

Match started and on the seventeenth minute, in the first half, I heard a wild scream from the east wing. I thought Los Varados scored and I was glad about it. Then a group of juveniles popped in and threw black paint to the east wing door and windows. I heard the girls clatter at them, “Go fish! Go fish!” It excited me to hear those good-looking girls use malign tongue. “Go fish! Go fish!” These girls surely know how to defame a party.

That moment, I came across coquette in the chat and I could not get up from my seat. I was typing to her to say that I was sorry about the motorbike incident that a friend placed my motorbike in front of her gate. Sophie Nadz wrote back, “Is that how you knew I am Sophie?”

I hastily typed, “Yes.” You are blown!

Then she wrote, “Reggae Boyz scored a goal.”

“Was it Jamaica?”

“Yes, they won a penalty.”

“My TV is in the other room.”

“Open your cam,” she wrote, “I want to see you.”

I said, “You too must open your cam.”

She replied, “Okay. No more incognito.”

She opened her voice and cam. She sat wrapped in a white towel and a white towel on her hair, right out of the shower. 18:40 in the evening. My heart stopped its pulse to see those bare shoulders. She was beautiful.

“You look great!” I opened my webcam and mic. I asked without a second thought on my mind, “Drop your towel!”

“What do you want to see?” her voice came clear through the speakers. I didn’t even try to bring down the volume.

“Your boobs!” my big mouth uttered without a care in the world.

She hesitated but undid the towel and placed her big breast on the tabletop. I was rocked like a stick. They looked round like water balloons.

“Wow! They are huge!”

“I want to see you in flesh.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I am at home. You can come.”

“Right now?”

“Right now, before I change my mind.”

“Alright. I will come.”

“You come in through the white fence and go in until you see the stairwell behind a glass door,” she said in a cute voice, “Press the buzzer to Number 10 and I will release the door. You enter and climb the Tenth Floor in the lift. Understood!”

“Got it.” I quickly shut the PC. By then it was interval break and I was in such a rush. I locked the door to the kitchen and in a glimpse, I caught Natasha and Shalin by the gate wearing yellow T-shirts. Only the T-shirts and no bottom and that was why Shalin stepped out of the gate to avoid my eyes. I entered my room ignoring them. She’s always a little shy.

In a subconscious mind I began to grasp that the girls were supporting Jamaica and wearing Reggae Boyz’ jerseys. That was the reason why the young boys popped in to annoy these girls. I cannot figure a connection but Saint Nadine is in the Caribbean too.

I switched off the television, pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt, picked my cigarettes, phone and lighter, grabbed my keys and windbreaker. I stepped out. Locked the door and rushed out of the gate. I did not notice the black paint on the gate and the wall by the corner.

As I cruised on the eastern coast on Carrera 1 at 90 miles per hour, rain and wind slammed me down from the left and front. Traffic was low because of the football match. I drove my motorbike into the parking lot next to Sunrise Villa in order to keep it hidden from my friends in this neighbourhood. I ran in the rain to the white fence and to the buzzer. I saw her car parked in the garage.

I heard a click and the door released. I opened it entered. Not a soul I saw there. I took a moment to clear up a little. And then I was ascending to the heavens.

When I stepped on the vestibule that was lit, I did not know which way I was facing. There stood a door on either side and one glass panel left open. I peeped. A narrow corridor in dim light led to another glass door at the end. I found the doorbell and pressed it once.

“Kawla!” I heard her voice, “Close the door and come in.”

I closed the door and hung my windbreaker on a coat hanger. I advanced up the bluish corridor towards the glass door. I saw a shadow behind the stained glass walk away from the door. I opened the door and entered a large sitting room on my right. Lit dimly but I could see in the light of a large television screen, those white sofas and dark blue claddings. The carpet was dark blue and I stood sopping it.

She turned her face around seated in a sofa and her body fully concealed. “Come Kawla! Come and sit!”

“I’m wet,” I said softly.

She leaned forward. I could see her illuminated skin on her arms and shoulders. Her hair parted from the left and combed well. She picked a towel and got up on her feet stark naked. “Remove your clothes!”

I did just that and she patted me dry. Long black hair touched the carpet – long black hair and not short. In the light by the doorway, I could see some amount of white hair on her forehead.

“Would you like to have a martini?” Sophie Nadz straightened on her feet. She was taller than me.

I nodded.

Sophie stepped behind the white counter by the corner and rattled some utensils. She began to mix a dry martini. That moment, Jamaica won another penalty kick and she paused to watch the television from behind the counter in the bright spotlights. I sat down on a stool.

Jamaica scored that penalty in the 71^st minute. She turned to pour the cocktail into glasses. To score in the 17^th minute in the first half and on the 71^st minute in the second half, both penalties, was coincidence.