Swimming pool

Chapter 2

Each time she came into her boss's office, his eyes grew a mystic shine. To her, his lips could leave any lady swooning for a kiss. Mr. Morelli's v-shaped face held a full beard that shone as if it had been spread with oil sheen. His stealthy stare at her thighs, made his heart start a little faster.

She's too luscious! He will say within himself.

He has always taken a closer look at her whenever she came into his office to deliver work messages to him. The other time he had summoned up the courage to ask her out on a date, but she had brushed him off politely with the talk about her seeing someone. Although he had said nothing more than a few words after, he pondered his moves on how to make her his.

"Mary, I was hoping you would be free tonight?" He said. Surprised at how tenacious he could be, she looked at him with confusion lingering in her eyes.

Is he going to keep pushing his luck? She thought. I thought we had passed this interrogation of whether I was free or not. She would have thought out loud, judging by her expressionless gaze

Not wanting to appear too uptight, she had replied quite candidly.

"Well, that is if I know why you might have asked sir." She replied.

"I would love to take you out for dinner— if you're not occupied."

His eyes were too cute to resist, even more so this time as they shone in a way she had never seen. Maybe she should be considerate this time, especially to herself.

"Alright, then."

There could be no other reason Mary conceded to his invitation. Of course, he looked charming, but the fact remained that he was a wealthy business mogul. There would be no harm in accepting his proposal, especially now that she lacked a male figure in her life. She thought.

Levi had made advances to her on several occasions. He had prayed within himself that she would not refuse his invitation yet again. Her eyes were so innocent, as if she knew nothing carnal. They made him feel a kind of way and he would not mind staring into them for the rest of his life.

"I'll pick you up by eight then."

She smiled coyly, then as she was approaching the exit, he called her

"Mary..." Gaining her eyes again, he said "Thank you."

Puzzled, Mary wondered about the reason for his gratitude. She assumed he commended her duty as a clerk.

"Just doing my job sir." She acknowledged before walking out of his office.

Levi Morelli gazed into space for about sixty seconds, clicking his pen, while carefully spinning his seat. Something about her attracted him and he would not give up on this feeling that he felt.

"Slow your roll man." He thought.

Mary struck him to be the kind of woman he had always wished to have in his life. Judging by her attitude towards work, he could tell she was serious-minded. That, to the young man, was the quality of a virtuous woman. Snapping out of his vision, he settled into his seat, propping his view to the laptop that stood open on the desk right in front of him. His mind simmered into lust, as his mind pondered an imminent s****l fantasy with the lady.

His Phone rang. ALESSIA.

Levi was quite reluctant to answer his wife's call

" Hello, baby".

*****

The city of California shone like a kaleidoscope. Most of the buildings displayed artistic lighting that either remained static or danced as if to electrical music. It was possible to see the faces of everyone who roamed 5th Avenue. A young Asian-American lass stood very close to a w***e house, seductively touching a young man who had just stopped by her. The others signalled fellows who moped in their direction as if struck by half-dressed Medusa.

Drew Johnson bargained with a young lady, who was well above eighteen. She held his hand, leading him like a siren through the brothel's corridors that linked to her room.

"What is your name?" He asked her.

"Kelly!"

" You are beautiful Kelly."

The drab smiled. She flung his belt open, sliding down his pants to give him the felatio he asked for.

She gagged on his joystick, sending it into her throat as she slurped again and again. Drew felt his soul leave his body now and then. Her lips sucked his shaft, sending an intense pleasure to his brain as he uttered grunts. The entire room smelled of saliva, but he would wash himself in the w***e's bathroom when they were done. She held his scrotal sac in her mouth, playing with his balls as her bed sheet caught her drooling saliva. Releasing the scrotum, the girl sent the glans back into her mouth. Drew ejaculated on her face, letting out an involuntary grunt as his seed ran out of his urethra and then exploding on her face. He entered her bathroom to wash himself, then, right after dressing up, he handed the minx a $50 bill and left straight for Hargreaves Bar.

"Let me get a glass of neat whiskey, please."

Drew told the bald-looking guy who stood behind the counter, taking orders from customers who came to unwind with a few drinks or choose to be hammered.

"Coming right up!" The bartender replied.

The middle-aged fellow looked prim and well-nurtured. His ring finger held a faded silver band that signified that he had been married for years now.

"You called her yet?" The bald-looking man inquired of Drew, who gulped the contents from the tulip glass. Drew had opened up to Billy about how much he missed Mary and his advice to him had been for him to try reaching out to her.

"Still lost for words on what to say to her yet. She possibly had moved on with her life. I mean, I just feel like there is no need to open up old wounds."

Tilting the whiskey into his mouth, he returned the glass to the table after gulping its contents

"Of course that could be true, but I want you to see it like this..." The man, who obviously is his friend began narrating.

"Kelly and I have been married twenty years now, and I know I have never told you this, but Irving and Renard are not even our biological children," Billy revealed in a strange tone that revealed a secret. Drew had first thought it a disorderly joke, but he preferred listening till the end.

"It might sound ludicrous, but the fact is, Irving and Renard are not our biological children."

The news wiped off any effects the whiskey had on Drew Johnson. Billy picked up his friend's empty glass, refilling it with Scottish whiskey.

"We were told we have negative antigen in our red blood cells. When we learned of this, we felt really frustrated. Neither of us could imagine a life without being together..."

The man paused to take the order of a gruff-looking Mexican who ordered a couple of shots of tequila. Drew knew the Morgans' children, Irving and his sister Renard. He had known them since they were kids and even thought Irving had pale skin like his bartender friend. Renard he thought, looked more like her mother, Kelly.

Returning to Drew after taking a few orders, he continued. "I knew at that point that my life would be worse than miserable if I did not marry Kelly." His words conveyed a seriousness that made his eye bulge from its socket.

"I had begun to cry profusely, but managed to ask the doctor if there was a way out."

Drew could see the sincerity in Billy's eyes. He empathised with Billy's history but couldn't help wondering how exaggerated Kelly's reaction would have been if his friend could have exhibited such an unmanly trait in her presence and even the doctor's. No wonder he had a crying face. Drew thought.

"God bless his soul. Seeing that I ran decrepit, he kindly suggested that Kelly and I could adopt as many children as we want. That doctor opened my eyes on that very day. He even said most patients who were like us, adopted children, too."

Drew sat there in silence. If Billy's revelation meant that he and Mary could still get married, then of course he would act on this 411 immediately.

"Love is love, and if you love her as much, then this should get it done for you both chap."

Billy concluded with a tap on his friend's shoulder. He then moved away from Drew to attend to the African American ladies who signalled him for a drink. Left to himself to edify the thought that had just been planted in his head, Drew saw a possibility of himself and Mary living together forever. He must call her! The conviction surged through him as he rose from his seat. Leaving a dollar bill on the counter, he dashed out abruptly, merely signalling his friend on his departure. He needed to act fast he thought. On reaching his house, he dialled her phone, but it was on voicemail.

" Hello, this is Mary Fisher. I'd love to talk to you when I am back, but please do leave a message. Do enjoy the rest of your day. Bye." The voicemail message read.

He fell onto his couch, zapping the TV channels absent-mindedly. Drew reasoned about how Mary would treat his discovery. Well, there was only one way to find out.