Mike tried his best to complete his house chores in the shortest time possible. As he struggled with the strenuous house chores, Sasha was sitting on the coach, her legs resting on a nearby table as she put her eyes on the phone. She was keenly watching something on the phone, maybe memes or cartoons. Once in a while, she could laugh, and silence for a while in strict concentration.
Mike had a rough time. He tried as much as possible to organize his mind into something else. He struggled to engage his mind or alternatively disrupt it from concentrating on Sasha. Wearing a mini-skirt that had a slit by the side exposed the better part of her body. Worse again, lifting her legs and resting them on the table further exposed the unthinkable. Once in a while, Mike could find his eyes concentrating in between her legs but could pretend to stare away when Sasha looked at him. What! A great temptation had come his way, making him disturbed all the time.
At first, Mike struggled to see as he glued his eyes in between Sasha's legs. But as time went, Sasha's eggs gradually widened apart, as if intentionally done. Mike could now see through, a white pant that perfectly fit her could be clearly seen. This was now becoming too much and Mike could not tolerate it anymore. His concentration halted and had numerous images in his mind. His mind was purely in the world of imagination, confused at the next action to take.
Mike made a calculated movement towards the lady. He sat on a stool directly ahead of her. Mike tried to look at her directly into the face, trying to read her facial expressions. At this time, Sasha was greatly taken by her phone. He was too obsessed with the phone to an extent she could not realize anything. She could not even realize that Mike had moved closer to her.
Mike realized that she was on a 'TikTok app' a famous social media app, looking at people's posts. Mike, still confused, stretched his hand carefully, focusing on navigating his hand through Sasha's thighs. At first, Sasha still did not realize anything, but came to her senses when he persisted. Sasha was surprised, her heart pumping hard. Sasha turned and slapped him hard on the cheek, as she confronted him for having disrespected her. What! A slap! No, she should not have done that. Maybe she overreacted.
Mike felt embarrassed, having been slapped by a lady. He came from a masculine society that believed in the superiority of men. He thought about how best to respond, sometimes almost slapping her back, but he refrained. He had to act like a really gentle man. He was left with only one option, and he chose to optimize. He held his face as if to hide it from embarrassment.
Sasha systematically closed her legs as if nothing had happened and focused again on her phone. It was getting late into the night. Mike had just finished the last bit of house chores and was organizing dinner. Sasha sat comfortably on the coach, not worried about going home, but Mike knew that she must leave.
Soon it started raining heavily. "Is that rain?" Sasha asked as she rushed to the window to confirm. Looking through the window, the rain was dropping at an alarming rate. Also, the lightning and thunderstorms were terrifying and could guarantee disaster for any risk-taker. Sasha prayed the rain would stop sooner rather than later.
Meanwhile, Mike went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. He opened the fridge, which had a variety of food staff. Mike took kale from the fridge and cooked them. Why prefer greens to delicacies like meat and chicken which were also in the fridge? It was intentional, as he perceived the visitor, Sasha, as a burden and could not sacrifice much for her. He had invited her thinking that she would help him handle some of the house chores, but the best she could do was to sit on the coach and concentrate on her phone. On the spur of a moment, the meal was ready, boiled potatoes served with cooked kale. He served them and invited Sasha to join him at the dining table. Sasha was very hungry and could not hesitate. She joined him and they enjoyed their meal jointly.
It was now very late into the night and rain was still pouring down with no sign of ceasing. It was very clear that Sasha had no other option but to sleep with her potential boyfriend, the one whom she had visited for the first time since they met. She had to be very tactful now that she was being forced to sleep in a man's place.
Mike saw an opportunity and was keen to utilize it. He spread his bed neatly and requested Sasha to join him for a slumber. Sasha knew that joining him in that particular bed would be self-submission, which she was totally against. She wanted to act a little 'hard to get'. She refused and responded that she would sleep on the coach. She took her position to sleep. Mike acted caring. He came with a sheet and covered her before he surrendered to sleep.
In slumber land, Mike could not sleep. His mind switched somewhere, often thinking about Sasha. Mike wondered why the lady was behaving in a complicated way.
At around midnight, Mike's phone rang, waking him up from a deep sleep. He carefully stretched his hand and picked up the call despite his eyes still closing." Hello, it is Brian, where are you?" a voice inquired from the phone. "Am in my room, am I sleeping" Mike made a response. "Did you forget that today is on Friday?. We are at Green resort now, the party is on as usual" Brian informed the friend. "Am I coming right away" Mike responded as he jumped out of the bed, grabbed her trouser, and hurriedly put on. In no minutes, he was at the main door ready to leave.
By that time, the rain had subsided. He walked shortly and then boarded a motorbike to the venue. He was too late, but better later than never. A series of activities during the day might have made him forget about the party.
Mike had decided to attend the party, although he had left a stranger in the room. He was too suspicious, having left everything at the mercy of the stranger. But he was quite sure that the lady did not realize the time he was leaving.
Mike arrived at the party and took his position. Some of his friends were on the dance floor showcasing their unique dance styles. Also, others were at the strategic places enjoying their brew. Mike grabbed a glass and filled it with the alcohol brew. He systematically sipped as he enjoyed it. Not soon, he was becoming drunk. He walked carelessly to the stage to dance.
On the stage, Mike was the man to watch. He danced vigorously, attracting the attention of everyone. Mike moved his legs systematically as he shook his head to match the musical rhythm that filled the place. Mike saw a brown lady dancing towards him. That was his greatest pleasure. The lady joined him, and they danced as a pair, entertaining the rest. Everything came to a stand still, everyone staring at them, admiring their unique dancing styles.