11.2 Go Fish!
By windrose
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For a moment, we sat talking and drinking while watching football. Next moment, I remember kissing and hugging by the counter. She picked my hand and drew me to the bedroom that stood flanking this sitting room and to the breadth of the house.
She lay on her back and I stood beside the bed. Some enthusiasm in me made me roast her like a dead fish. I screwed her like a stevedore. I could tell noticing minuscule muscles lifted on the biceps of my piccolo body. Patas! Patas!
That nearly killed me. We were back in the deep blue lounge for another drink. By then the television was streaming the celebrations of the Jamaican team singing Bob Marley songs. We danced in nude for Jamaica in the blue room.
At midnight, rain stopped and I stepped out on the large balcony with a sea view; 15 x 50 square feet I judged and had a smoke. This floor was damp and when the rains came, it sprayed like sharp nails on the tall glass panels. I didn’t hear a thing behind the thick blue curtain while we were in bed.
She stood behind a window sipping her martini. “Come on, Kawla! Fuck me one more time!”
“Let’s do it!”
“Shall we go for a swim in the morning?”
“Where is your Jacuzzi?”
“Come! I will show you.”
Sophie led me to the rear floor that contained a glass-fitted open-air swimming pool, Jacuzzi and a small garden. Besides, this floor contained a conference room, a study, six guestrooms and a gym.
“Wonderful!”
Before dawn, we had coffee and cakes at her place. Since I did not have an underwear, she passed me a lace pair of boyshorts with tiny polka dots on white to wear for swimming. Sophie tossed a flower pattern shirt on her shoulders, picked her bag with four white towels, phone, sunglasses and other necessities in it. I tossed my wet jeans, shirt and windbreaker on my shoulder.
It was cold and cloudy but I observed the moon behind some rainclouds as we walked on Calle 1 to a café to have an early breakfast. Those bulbous glutes of the naked woman wobbled on every step and that little piece of nylon hardly covered her twat. I got rocked under my lingerie rather to notice that wide gap between her legs.
What made her so alluring in bare skin? It was Victoria’s Secret’s invisible lingerie that barely protected her privates. I was transfixed at that point and little did she knew or not.
She said, “I’m trying to hold and walk cautiously because somebody might pop down there.”
“Somebody might pop!” I uttered bluntly.
We went straight into a café to come across one of the best dishes in the region hot on plates. We agreed unanimously to have Arepa de Huevo with black coffee.
Over breakfast I asked her, “Did you ever have a problem with my dad over your property?”
“Yes,” she replied, “he was a broker and I wanted to exchange one of my lots with another lot but there was an issue over state ownership and private property which slipped from my eye. Colonel Manik took a large sum as his commission and cut the deal. He knew it.”
“Sophie, I understand you want to retake it, one of my friends told me, but you could not. Why?”
“This guy won’t give it back. We’re fighting hard. I am willing to pay this commission of 50,000 dollars on behalf of your dad but only if this guy will.”
“Is it not a million?”
“No.”
“Who is this guy?”
“His name is Don Mohora.”
“Isn’t he a gay person?”
“He is. How do you know?”
“My friend told me. He could be blackmailed.”
“How may I ask?”
“Secretly take photos while they are at it and tell him that those pictures go on YouTube.”
“No, Kawla!” she adjusted her bra, “his wife and kids, everyone knows he’s gay. I just don’t know how to make him change his mind. I don’t like the idea of blackmailing people.”
I frowned since I did not expect it for an answer. “You still have another problem with him, don’t you?”
“Well, the other problem is Mirihi. It’s a property and a restaurant business leased for twenty-five years. It will pass in ten years’ time. I can wait.”
“Do you mind if I smoke?”
“No. Please, carry on!”
I lit a fag and murmured, “It’s a huge loss.”
“Yes, Malibu is,” she gathered her stuff, “Let’s go to the beach! We have a long day to kill.” It was declared a holiday since Los Varados team was expected to return on the following day and now as runner-up. They would travel by fast boat.
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