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I decided to give you all a taste of the first chapter of Just and Equitable, to wet your appetite. It continues from the previous opening paragraphs offered in an earlier post.
Just and Equitable
Chapter 1 continued
Get away and get away quickly, something
inside him shouted, having momentarily stopped halfway down the stairs of the
front path and fought a temptation to go back, throttle Fred and throw him over
the balcony into the harbour begging for mercy, with Melanie crying in the back
ground, begging forgiveness, running up to him in her naked state to wrap her
arms around him and tell him she had been forced by into bed by the brute and
ask him why had he not come home sooner. Melvin needed no more encouragement
and continued to his ute like a startled rabbit.
The beeping of a car horn made Melvin’s head snap up and come
out of his trance like state. Some bloke driving a BMW was showing him the
finger mouthing “watch where you’re going dickhead”. Fozzy jumped clear of the
Bemeer and in doing so slammed his fist onto the back of the car, thinking
another bloody tourist come for a gawk, before he took three final steps to
reach his car. Once in it, he floored it to get away. With a grunting clutch
not accustomed to such rough treatment Fozzy sped passed the Bemeer, which had
pulled over just ahead of his house. At the end of the street Fozzy turned
left. A barrage of abuse came his way with the screeching tyres of a delivery
van. The driver beeped the horn, yelling “Fucking asshole, watch where you’re
going….,” and showed him the finger. Fozzy neither apologised nor gave the
matter a second thought. He had other things on his mind. He replayed the day’s
events as he sped away from Nearcontent to head into the city.
At six that morning Fozzy had, like so
many other mornings, a fight with his alarm clock. With it being week three of
a sex draught he had high hopes for the day.
“Fucking thing,” he muttered under his
breath. The dam thing had been a Christmas present from Melanie, who did not
believe in letting nature wake you. No, Melanie had firm rules about what time
he should get up, be at work and come home. When he had argued that for years
he had done just fine letting nature wake him Melanie had dropped the subject,
for a while, until Christmas and then bang she had pounced like a preying
animal waiting for its victim. When he opened his present he nearly dropped it.
It was a cicada the size of a wine bottle with bloodshot red eyes and large
antennas. One of its antennas served as the snooze button with the off button
being underneath its body, conveniently hidden to make it difficult to find
whilst in a half sleep half awake state. To turn it off you had to pick it up
turn it over and find the little button. Whilst this was happening, the quiet
chirping grew louder and louder and louder until it became unbearable. And by
that time you were no longer in the mood for a snooze, nor were you still lying
down. If you pressed the snooze button things were no better, with reprieve
from the chirping lasting less than a minute before it started again and again
with ever increasing volume, which meant the only successful way to turn it off
was to get up and do so.
“See darling,” Melanie had purred. “Now
you have nature to wake you.” She had kissed him and the sex draught of six
weeks back then had been broken. All was forgiven, for a while.
Despite his dislike of the thing, he did
not dare get rid of it. If there was one thing he had learned, it was Melanie
was quick to dish out punishment and slow to forgive.
With alarm clock disarmed and brain
slowly kicking into gear, Melanie poked her head through the door to announce.
“You might want to grab breakfast on the way today.” She turned to leave,
hovering for a moment near the door, for no reason other than to let Melvin
perve, at least that is what he thought she was doing. His eyes were glued to
the figure hugging short skirt, thoughts racing forward to tonight and any
animosity toward the cicada vanished. He was ready to forgive and jump her
bones there and then. No doubt she was wearing a g-string with matching bra........
Look out for the book -- soon to be published.
Thank the pig :)
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