Chapter 101: Chapter 101
Chapter 101
~I never pounded your sister…?~
About biting a kiss, the buzzer went furiously and they snapped, breathed hard, shyly looked away as they withdrew to themselves the way children would do when caught in acts of doing wrong.
“We will keep meeting,” she assured him, squeezing his arms hungrily and wrapping up to leave.
Mr. Fanny only stared and was dumbfounded, wishing to go after her, pin her to the wall and scrub his tongue all over her sweet suckling body and also not trying it all, possibly still holding it down for his wife, and believing someday the next visitor he would play a host to would be the formidable Mrs. Fanny.
“I hope you are still with my G-string,” she reminded him jocularly about advancing to the door, she unleashed one lasting endearing, lustful stare into his face. He kept still longing to urge her not to go; as though his breath had been preyed upon by her. Joyfully, he was feeling loved again; feeling accepted and honored by a stranger; a total stranger that belonged to the street.
The door slammed- Lucy had gone.
He only saw himself standing up and hasting to the door to call her back; something he had not done for decades and didn’t do for Mrs. Fanny. There was a rejuvenation in him; the racing of his heart beat and the smiles that glued to the corners of his lips were adventures he least expected in the outside world let alone in jail. And this was a woman that made him see light fall on his path once again after losing it to his bitter wife. He had never decided anybody’s destiny before. The ones he thought he decided later proved to be rebels in the disguise of love and even warned him never to try such again- ones like his wife who abandoned him when he wanted warmth and succor; he had never made a decision for her; decision about her life and beliefs. But some minutes ago he did not only make a decision for a stranger but the best decision that put spring in his moves to keep and love this diva as flower petals in spring fall.
When next he heard the buzzer a macho prison warden pranced up in the door, with hostility hanging from cheek to cheek , shook his head, and groaned, “The prison president wants to see you in his office now.”
Puzzled, Fanny let an unflattering stare at the prison warden and walked after him to the prison president’s office.
He was ushered into the large, spacious polished-wood, decorated office of the prison president which hid away from the rumble of innumerable prison yard. The American blonde had his back to him, stirring a sizeable cup of coffee as tiny vapor spiraled up from the cup. Fanny was well seated, audibly shuffling his feet and the chair to announce his presence to the blonde who played ignorant of even the door that creaked open when Fanny entered earlier—something enough to announce his presence.
Uncomfortable with the fuss, the blonde was throwing at him, Fanny cleared his throat, “I am here as requested,” he said and had an uneasy breath after the blonde took a little more time to stir and sip at his coffee before turning his front view to him. A patch of crimson was on his cheeks, a stamp of sharpness earned from shaving his beards; as he was neatly shaven. With the short banging sound made by the cup the moment he placed it on the table, Mr. Fanny perceived of a truth wrath was up his gut.
“I am Katty, perhaps you don’t know my official name. But do you know what the street call me?” The blonde pulled a tough face at Fanny, “The wild cat, because while I kill I look quiet and innocent.”
Lost in comprehension, Mr. Fanny raised a brow, for further explanation.
“Being rejected by your wife, I decided to help your libido, since you were sex starved in jail and offered you my sister, Lucy in exchange for some drug push in jail but what did I get in return-nothing, absolute nothing.”
Mr. Fanny fell back in the chair, stroking his hair, feeling to keep to himself and not to utter a word.
“I gave you Lucy to warm your thighs and heat up your libido. I didn’t ask you to make her fall in love with you, buddy.”
“And who told you she is love with me?”
He pulled back his face in shock “Keep shut asshole, just keep shut.” The blonde cursed, the vein on the front of his forehead bulging forth. “Isn’t it obvious she is in love with you, booby?”
He scowled, “How do you mean?”
He toned down his voice, stooped his neck to Fanny. “I gave her some tons of drugs to supply after sleeping with you in the private room, but she wouldn’t accept the offer, murmuring and nagging about some indecency it would pose on your part, and this came into fruition after her first visit.” He slammed on the table. “What is happening, Fanny?” he asked, and his eyes fazed up.
“That is her decision to make. Isn’t she an adult? She sees me as decent, discipline man, sencillo,” he conclusively said in Spanish which meant simple.
The blonde smacked his lips in one last straw of pain, “To hell with your sencillo whatever. Who is decent and disciplined you? I have your record, Mr. Discipline. You can’t tell me nothing.” He pulled out a white office file and waved at him. “Ten years of street drug trafficking doesn’t breathe any iota of discipline, Mr. Fanny. Of course the reason you are here. You have never been clean as whistle, so I expect you to embrace my offer after pounding my sister in bed.”
“I never pounded your sister…?
He cut in, “Oh tell me something more palatable. You and I know a leopard can’t lose its spot.”
Fanny groaned through gritted teeth. “I repeat I have nothing to do with your sister. All the while she visited me in the private room we were formal like two adults would.”
He rolled around in his swivel, and fetched a cigar from a tray, unwilling to light it up even after smacking it between his lips. “What have you guys been doing in the private room, clapping and singing praises, uh? Come on stop sounding like a broken record.” Finally he caught the cigar in blue flames from the butane lighter and had a deep draw before puffing into the space. “Ok,” he said, pushed to the landline that sat by the corner and brought it to the edge opposite fanny. “I am going to dial Lucy right now and you are going to debunk her feelings for you and warn her never to fall in love with you and never forget to curse her whore,” he said, dialing her number as Mr. Fanny gaped at him.
His heart had already started thumping and there was this churning in his stomach and his breath wasn’t free any more…