Chapter 13: Chapter 13
MUSEUM OF PASSION
"What do we do?" She was panicky. "Oh, drive as fast as you can towards the museum!"
"Okay!" He stepped on the throttle and turned to the right very quickly. The tires screeched like they were crying.
When the mob noticed the vehicle's sudden movement, they also increased their pace. A few meters to the gate of the museum, Jason stepped on the brake and blared the horn. But nothing happened.
The mob was on the verge of catching up with them when the sound of a helicopter was heard. Sirens blared here and there. Most of the Milverton fans took to their heels. But a few of them stood against the police including the man with the chainsaw. It didn't take long for them to be overwhelmed and arrested.
Then the security guards in charge of the museum hurried out. So the gate was finally opened.
"Medicine after death!" Jemimah hissed.
"I almost wanted to get out of the vehicle and…"
"Sure you were. Jason the new Hercules." She cut in.
They stayed in the car until a policeman walked up to them. "I hope you are good?"
"Are you alright?" Jason turned to Jemimah.
'Why are you acting like you were unaffected by the mob?' She looked at him strangely. "Yeah, I am."
"We are good," Jason said to the officer.
"Very well then," the policeman replied. "I'll advise you to go home immediately. Do you want us to come with you?"
"That won't be necessary, sir."
"Alright, have a nice day."
The helicopter didn't touch down. It was the first to leave. Then the other police vehicles left. There were eight of them.
Jemimah couldn't help but wonder if celebrities were given special treatment by the government. 'How did that red button alert the police?'
"So, what's next?" Jason's voice brought her back to reality.
"How were you able to alert the police? When did you tell them you needed a helicopter and eight vehicles?"
"I don't need to tell them anything, the buttons do the talking for me." He looked at her. "The green one is for a small emergency, the yellow one signifies something quite bad and red means I'm in grave danger. My car serves as a tracker."
"This must cost quite a fortune."
"Yeah, I asked for it to be brought here when it was unclear how long it would take you to wake up from that frustrating coma," he said. "If I was going to stay, then I had to do so with one of my favorite toys."
"Maybe we should go into the museum. The last time I went in was over ten years ago."
"The officer said…"
"He's just a killjoy. And you also have all these buttons to back you up when the need arises." She smiled. "Don't tell me you are chickening out now."
"Of course I'm not. Let's do it." He blared his horn until the gate was opened before driving in.
After both of them had been shown a number of relics and artifacts, Jemimah said she wanted to take a stroll around the vicinity. So Jason went with her.
They walked for half an hour and entered an old room on the first floor of a storey building. The wood had been dabbled in a chocolate coloured paint, but it smelled like lavender.
That could not have been a coincidence, the managers of the place must have made it so intentionally.
It was quite spacious and there were exotic paintings on the wall. The only wooden window remained shut in order to keep the conditioned air in.
Jason closed the door behind them and Jemimah turned on the light. The amber coloured bulb inspired a feeling that was reminiscent of moments just before it rained.
And because they were a little stressed out from moving in the sun, the old room provided them a misplaced form of comfort.
A very interesting picture was hanging magnificently from the ceiling to just an inch above the ground. The spinning ceiling fan cast a shadow that gave it a living effect.
The main character happened to be a woman superbly painted in the nude. She was rather slim in figure with thick voluptuous hips, well rounded breasts the size of watermelons.
She covered her slightly hairy crotch with one hand while the other went lower to shield her womanhood.
The woman was a bit bent from deliberately knocking her knees to strike a pose. Her breasts were aggressively folded as a result. She pursed her lips as if to blow a kiss. Her radiant and viciously oiled skin was waiting for someone to glide upon it.
Jason stood just behind Jemimah. She was looking at the seductress too. He outlined a lot of similarities between the two women in his mind.
The young lady in front of him had an hourglass figure, just as slim. He coveted an opportunity to be close to her so as to kiss her lips. Jason felt a bulge between his legs. So he placed his hands on her shoulders, but she stayed motionless. Thereafter he summoned the courage to press his erection hard on her backside.
She leaned her weight on it and heaved a sigh as if agreeing to his advances. His hands slid down the side of her arms enroute her breasts. They began to caress every contour of her frame. After which he turned her around and locked his mouth to hers.