14.4 Lockdown

I ran through my gate to pick my motorbike key. She ran towards her gate to get rid of that overall. I came out, grabbed my bike and pushed it to the corner to wait for her. There I noticed the undertones of those writings on the wall ‘YOU ARE DEAD!’ and pulled back the bike a few spaces to keep that out of my eye. Simultaneously, it occurred to my mind of that red face of the Devil but for a split second. I quickly ditched those thoughts. I glanced up and down the lane to see if a patrol car was rolling towards me. There was nobody on the lane. It was close to five in the afternoon.

The blue gate opened and Sophie Nadz came out in a skintight little red dress and the reddest of the reds I saw – red corduroy. She wore a pair of black high heels or stilettoes – the Devil’s shoes. Full-fledged exposure of the breasts in the scooped square neck wobbled like jelly. I never saw her wearing a short dress. Of course, I had a dream about her once in a short blue skirt when I went to Saint Mathews on a rainy day to sit a fake exam.

“Sports up!” she cheered me.

“I will push the bike to the main road,” said I in order not to trigger a noise to break the silence.

I ran pushing the cycle on Kamana Boulevard towards Iceberg café. She ran after me on her stilettoes. We could see the Titanic advertisement board back in place.

We reached the junction and Carrera 4 remained silent and empty, no traffic passing on this main street. I kicked the lever while standing and mounted on my bike. She climbed on the backseat with her legs straddled and pressed her big breast against my back. I accelerated into Carrera 4 and didn’t look for a patrol car or anything else. I felt some excitement in the getaway with a beautiful girl on my back and fleeing from Safa. There is always more fun in doing things vile.

We zoomed on Calle 17 and turned towards the Hook of Caba on Camino Costero and met with the sight of movement, light traffic and people. I slowed down. We were out of Safa. It was very exciting and I was having an idea too.

As we reached that little marina on the fishing port with lines and lines of black faldas and fishing nets hung in air, there were people and activities going on like a normal day. Nobody wore a gasmask or an overall and in fact, they were shirtless.

She caught her eyes on a Titanium Silver Metallic BMW heading up Carrera 1. She patted my shoulder and said, “There is my car.”

“Is it Gabi?” I asked and stopped my bike.

“Yes,” she began to wave, “I think I’ll take the car and go with him.” She dismounted and corrected her mini dress pulling at the hem.

“Okay!” I was not surprised and I really felt I did a good deed here to remove her from Safa. She crossed the median as the car came to a halt. It was indeed Gabi who rolled down the window and looked out.

Sophie trotted around the car on those heels to catch the passenger door. She waved to me and climbed the car. It drove away.