Chapter 23: Chapter 23
Chapter 23 Smash And Grab~
In one of the days Kate and her parents had gone out for shopping only to return to see their house messed up and invaded by smash-and-grab thieves. Furiously Mr. Fanny dialed 911 and police appeared promptly like lightning. They barricaded the place with do- not-cross strap and went in to behold the devil’s rearrangement. Their home was a total mess- the ball room and bedrooms were ransacked, chairs turned up and out of position, electronic gadgets were smashed on the floor, ‘window blinds’ pulled and destroyed so badly that they gained their ‘sight’, fire place filled with water that it might take them a couple of weeks to dry and use it again, kitchen was the pig’s bedroom- they unloaded all the food stuff from freezer and cupboard removed them from their bags and combined them together in the sink and left the tap runny some, pieces of beef , chicken and fish were littered on the floor and mouse were deposited to feast on them. All the cameras in the house were smashed and Kate’s room was dealt with reckless abandon - all the fittings and gadgets in her studio were smashed into their atomic pieces her window gaped at them – no glass pane was in place- her freezer, bed and bathroom were infested with mouse of various color. Mr. and Mrs. Fanny lost some wads of dollar and jewelries. Kate lost her cloths, expensive shoes and some expensive pearls.
“The rogues canceled Christmas on your ass,” said Inspector Fred to Mr. Fanny while other of his detectives got busy with the house. “My apologies,” he said to Mr. Fanny whose face held fire and countenance burned greatly.
Kate was wailing by the corner while her mother’s face stooped out in pain.
“Who could have treated us this way?” he groaned and his voice seemed to be housing a cry which might sound out soon.
“I should be asking you that? Whose hell did you bring down without blowing the bridges?” Fred asked and the garage caught his attention as they drifted to it at once. Mr. Fanny’s Chevrolet, Ford, Austin Martins were deflated and glasses smashed into a thousand pieces.
“They took their time and strategized plans to take you to square one,” said Fred, opening the doors and inspecting inside of the cars.” Someone has started a war with your family. None of you is safe anymore. The stolen gold watch and tape was just the opening ceremony of the war. Something worse than this is going to happen,” Fred said and touched a fluid at the back seat of the Austin Martin, brought it to his nostrils and scowled when the pungent smell offended him, “They planned to raise down your cars in fire. This is crude oil,” he raise his fluid-smeared finger to him, and he surged close to have a clear view of it. “Your house will have gone down too.”
Mr. Fanny was tight-lipped, looking walked up and drawn, “So what is the next line of action? He asked with hands on the waist, and his eyes with cloud of fear and confusion
“Do you have a gun license?” asked Fred and Mr. Fanny shook his head in the negative. I suggest you get a licensed gun to protect your family from this end while we investigate and fight the war from the other end,” he said and the missing gold watch and tape struck in his head, “Yes about the missing gold watch and tape.”
“What about it?”Mr. Fanny said unhesitatingly.
Fred sighed as he invited one of the police men to take the crude oil as specimen, “Well he said to Mr. Fanny “your daughter is in love with two boys, Tony and Brian but she is closer to one than the other.
“Who could that be?” Mr. Fanny asked glaring at Kate who was answering a call on her phone by the corner. He perceived she might be on the phone with either of the boys now.
Fred replied, “I have proves. He brought the photo he took them the other day. I will be inviting him over for second lap of interrogation, for the record it might interest you to know that he has history of drugs business with a Mexican cartel and street thuggery. Your daughter is dating the key holder to hell,” he said and watched as Mr. Fanny‘s eyes held monster when he looked at Kate. “Do not confront her about it, Pipe low. The vulture is a patient bird that eats impatiently. I am on this. I need to know more about their romantic escapade,” said Fred patting Mr. Fanny on the shoulders glaring at him before staring at Kate who was now hugging her mother.
Later at dusk, fazed with the situation on ground, she would want Tony to stop sneaking into her room protem; if possible they would build another niche for their privacy. Thought of using school as their meeting niche struck in her head and she declined it by shaking her head; school was unsafe. The enemy that ravaged their house could hurt them at school, and sneaking out to meet Tony was something she was not weaned on and would never try it at the moment. There must be a way out for them, she assured within herself and picked up her phone to text Tony: “our house was attacked .Stay low for now. Reply me ASAP. Kisses.”
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Ella had been all tears for a few days now; everything seemed eerie to her. She had never lost a sibling let alone a lover – the phone call she got had come from her mother-in-law.; he had supplied the garlic and returned home and later took the children out for beach play. One of the children was drawning in the beach when he ran to his rescue. He had rescued the child but didn’t make it – he had sacrificed himself – he had gotten drawn instead. As laborers sent their condolences, Brian and grandma frequented her flat day after day to sympathize with her. The love she had for him was a thickener – in the days past she had looked like a lip baulked of its kiss. The photo of her lover had never left her hand. Brian and grandma noticed her bulged face, watery eyes, big breasts, bigger buttocks, constant spitting and thick stomach – she was expecting a baby.
The toilet at their school had been locked for over ten minutes now. Any student that came to powder his or her nose would notice it was locked and would use the next toilet. She had fought her moan by gagging her mouth with her palm while he dragged her thong and pant to her ankle, parted her legs to the walls and ministered her vagina with cunnilingus. He could feel her legs convulsing and vibrating like two busy strings under pressure and her wetness oiling his lips as he pressed onto her buttocks with his hands and ate her voraciously like a hungry dog deprived of food for days. She wished she could leave her mouth and encourage him by stroking his hair but that was too much a risk to dare- she could moan madly and arouse students’ suspicion. She shut her eyes, shook her head in rivers of ecstasy and bitter-sweet climax, feeling like to cry-smile. The Kate-Tony didn’t seem to end soon and free the toilet for other students to powder their nose. The Kate-Tony continued. The end just begun…