Chapter 42
All chickens had since gone to roost. The singing birds had since allayed themselves to rest. Out in the human world, the night still seemed like a day. As was the tradition during these once-in-a-blue-moon successive holidays, almost all bars, nightclubs, restaurants, lodges and hotels were a hive of activity. Anable's granny who had been drinking like fish had since overhauled herself from the knock that had stolen her starter. The bottle stole owner had since pitched up and was then sitting side by side with a suburban-looking young lady most people had never seen in that hotel. Granny's encapsulation had taken her to drowsiness such that the arrival of his lifesaver was then a matter of her sister's report. Meanwhile, her young sister who only downed her ale occasionally was right on it. After one too many, she could not resist the invitation to increase the volume of the radio. All of a sudden, the entire house became an echo of the deafening music as she danced madly alone. That vociferous explosion could not allow anyone who still had a functional heart to remain in the subconscious state of mind to remain in their slumber.
"Where the shit am I?" she went on a monologue of wonder upon waking up to the thumping sound
As she rolled out of her bed. she could not help but pick up her black label bottle that was half full on the floor before walking out staggeringly. She had napped for over an hour to regain a fractional level of her sobriety
"Where is Anna?" she inquired inquisitively upon entering the noisy sitting room.
"She is gone with Gardiner" replied her young sister upon lowering the volume of the HiFi to listen to her elder sister who then rubbed her eyes for visual clarity.
She could not respond but just joined in the dance. She was the kind of elder who loosely trusted anyone and was never judgmental until something nasty or sinister transpired. She was never there to police anyone either. Gardiner had candidly brought another 24 for granny and the same quantity for Anable and she had perceived that as bait but she was also as good as they came as far as taking advantage of fertile situations was concerned.
"Hope it's not gonna be deducted from my account?" she had keenly inquired.
"Not at all, it's a holiday, this is my present for you guys," he had downplayed it as he flaunted his big belly.
She had not yet finished her own beers such that she had to put the new arrivals in the fridge. She was not the kind of woman who liked dilly-dallying over deals, let alone that type that would give you false hopes. She had made it clear before jumping into her own car that she was not going to entertain anything pertaining to love. However, she had given him a glimmer of hope that the night might end well if at all she was pleased with how he was going to carry himself. For Anable, the only good way to carry yourself was to pump out money, and obviously MONEY and NOT money. Yes! Without a shadow of a doubt, Gardiner would be given a fuck if he parted with what she wanted.
"I can't be your lover but I may be your night doctor, who knows? Just bear in mind that the doctor's consultation fee will never be equated to that of nurses" she had said in riddles.
"What do you mean?" he asked confusedly.
He had gotten a gist of her riddle and all he wanted was to affirm whether she had given a nod to it. He really felt endeared to her from the very first time he placed his eyes on her. On countless occasions, he had heard granny talking of her unmarried granddaughter in Pretoria but it had never occurred to him that the person in question was that indulgently outspoken. She had fucked a number of women, including those in matrimonial institutions but most of that came for the fee of goodies and some low fees. Anable's doctor status was not something he had heard for the first time but it was not in his to entertain gold-diggers. Gardiner never met Anable's deceased parents but through granny's hype, he pictured her as a fortune heir who was born financially covered, little did he know about the catastrophic confiscation of almost all of their property and granny had up to that very day ensured that it remained a jealously guarded family secret. As they left, Gardiner had already felt her pomposity and classy mannerisms and was then fearing for the worst.
"I would rather drive myself behind you, I hate giving the people wrong impressions. Besides, I'm a lone ranger, if you get what I mean" she had responded in defiance of his proposition that they use one vehicle.
He had never come across someone as slippery as the young lady who drove behind her. He pulled up by a certain lodge where a lot of cheap vehicles were parked but she made it abundantly clear that she preferred a quieter place and that was bound to be difficult at such a time of the year when all entertainment and catering facilities were a hive of activity.
"I don't skin my animals in public," she said as she waited for him to advance.
Back in Pretoria, Trey was in the hands of a proficient doctor who did not only carry out a satisfactory diagnosis but also ensured that the remedial action was par excellence. He really enjoyed the service delivery and had no choice but to receive his sexual doses as rightfully prescribed.
"Put your legs over mine," sentimentally uttered Brenda as they adopted a sitting position.
"Good, push it in," she sweetly guided him as she also pushed her loin impatiently forward to meet him halfway.
"Yes! Do it faster baby" she continued on that urging path she also turned it on.
"Exactly," she gratifiedly said as they loin-bumped viciously.
He had never fucked in a position where her naturally-accentuated boobs exuded a sensation of untamable paranoia but the only thing that he could do then is bang his loin against hers with both their hands relegated to pivot jacks.