her. She look up and they wave at her. That code women have. ‘We’re here if you have trouble getting rid of him.’ We don’t have pen or paper. ‘It’s 249 65…’
‘I’m not going to remember it,’ she cut in.
‘How you getting home? I think I have a pen in the car.’
‘My friends drove here tonight. I think they’re a little impatient. I need to go.’
Then I remember I have some business cards in my pocket. I still forget I have them sometime. I hold back a little because the cards have on my address, but is a gamble I have to take. If she find out about Mel I lose, but if I don’t give her the card I lose anyway. At least this way I have a chance. I give her the card. She drop it in her little black bag.
‘When you going to call?’
‘I’m not sure.’
‘Call me please!’ I almost sound desperate.
‘If I say I will, I will.’
She walk toward her friends, legs straight, head high, skirt swishing. I watch her and my hard on get stiffer.
Josi
I sleep for ten hours. Celia says she kept popping back to check if I was OK, that I hadn’t died of alcohol poisoning. Whether it was the unburdening or the long sleep or a combination of the two, I feel much calmer when I wake up. That old adage “a problem shared is a problem halved” seems to be working in this case. I feel lighter, like someone’s removed the heavy padding from around my internal organs, siphoned off some of the lead from my veins. My head feels clearer, like it’s had a power vacuum.
‘Fancy some more dancing tonight?’ she asks after we eat a very late lunch in one of the French style cafés in Holetown.
‘Where?’ I ask hesitantly. I don’t want to be anywhere near Oistens tonight, not after my display last night.
‘You don’t have to go if you don’t feel up to it,’ she reassures me quickly.
‘Where’re you thinking of going?’
‘Robina thinks you should see The Plantation.’
‘What kind of place is it?’
‘They play a lot of different kinds of music, something for every one, but tonight it’s old-skool night. There’ll be a lot of big people there.’
‘You mean a lot of old men like the ones last night outside Lexie’s.’
‘Well some,’ she laughs, ‘but not all. It’s a good mix of people, we usually have fun. But you don’t have to go if you don’t feel up to it after last night.’
‘Don’t remind me,’ I grown.
‘I mean last night after Oistens. Though I have to say you looking a lot more relaxed today. It was good to let it go.’
‘I feel a thousand times better. You know what?’ I suddenly make a decision. ‘I’ll come. But you have to promise me that if you see me getting wild and crazy you’ll punch me out cold. Don’t let me make a fool of myself like last night.’
‘You know you didn’t make a fool of yourself. From where I was standing you looked pretty good, gave them guys a run for their money.’
‘I notice you didn’t join me though.’
‘Couldn’t compete. You had the floor,’ she laughs.
We stop by Sheraton Mall to find a pair of shoes to go with a little strapless number she intends to wear tonight, and I find a nice little black top to go with a skirt I’m planning to wear.
Dress to dance, Celia says, so I do. Little grey skirt and the black top. Killer heels. I let my hair hang loose. Robina’s in white trousers and pink top. I envy her figure. Celia’s new gold shoes work well with the natty little strapless dress. Envy her figure too.
The Plantation’s a huge cabaret club. All the white clothed tables at the front of the stage are taken even though it’s barely ten o’clock. Robina suggests we find a table before thinking about drinks. We try a few for views then settle on one second row in from the stage. I look around. There’s a bar to my right with a few stools, a couple of people are sitting at them, to the right of the bar is another high seating area. The tables are filling up fast.
Couples are on the floor doing that
‘I’m not going to remember it,’ she cut in.
‘How you getting home? I think I have a pen in the car.’
‘My friends drove here tonight. I think they’re a little impatient. I need to go.’
Then I remember I have some business cards in my pocket. I still forget I have them sometime. I hold back a little because the cards have on my address, but is a gamble I have to take. If she find out about Mel I lose, but if I don’t give her the card I lose anyway. At least this way I have a chance. I give her the card. She drop it in her little black bag.
‘When you going to call?’
‘I’m not sure.’
‘Call me please!’ I almost sound desperate.
‘If I say I will, I will.’
She walk toward her friends, legs straight, head high, skirt swishing. I watch her and my hard on get stiffer.
Josi
I sleep for ten hours. Celia says she kept popping back to check if I was OK, that I hadn’t died of alcohol poisoning. Whether it was the unburdening or the long sleep or a combination of the two, I feel much calmer when I wake up. That old adage “a problem shared is a problem halved” seems to be working in this case. I feel lighter, like someone’s removed the heavy padding from around my internal organs, siphoned off some of the lead from my veins. My head feels clearer, like it’s had a power vacuum.
‘Fancy some more dancing tonight?’ she asks after we eat a very late lunch in one of the French style cafés in Holetown.
‘Where?’ I ask hesitantly. I don’t want to be anywhere near Oistens tonight, not after my display last night.
‘You don’t have to go if you don’t feel up to it,’ she reassures me quickly.
‘Where’re you thinking of going?’
‘Robina thinks you should see The Plantation.’
‘What kind of place is it?’
‘They play a lot of different kinds of music, something for every one, but tonight it’s old-skool night. There’ll be a lot of big people there.’
‘You mean a lot of old men like the ones last night outside Lexie’s.’
‘Well some,’ she laughs, ‘but not all. It’s a good mix of people, we usually have fun. But you don’t have to go if you don’t feel up to it after last night.’
‘Don’t remind me,’ I grown.
‘I mean last night after Oistens. Though I have to say you looking a lot more relaxed today. It was good to let it go.’
‘I feel a thousand times better. You know what?’ I suddenly make a decision. ‘I’ll come. But you have to promise me that if you see me getting wild and crazy you’ll punch me out cold. Don’t let me make a fool of myself like last night.’
‘You know you didn’t make a fool of yourself. From where I was standing you looked pretty good, gave them guys a run for their money.’
‘I notice you didn’t join me though.’
‘Couldn’t compete. You had the floor,’ she laughs.
We stop by Sheraton Mall to find a pair of shoes to go with a little strapless number she intends to wear tonight, and I find a nice little black top to go with a skirt I’m planning to wear.
Dress to dance, Celia says, so I do. Little grey skirt and the black top. Killer heels. I let my hair hang loose. Robina’s in white trousers and pink top. I envy her figure. Celia’s new gold shoes work well with the natty little strapless dress. Envy her figure too.
The Plantation’s a huge cabaret club. All the white clothed tables at the front of the stage are taken even though it’s barely ten o’clock. Robina suggests we find a table before thinking about drinks. We try a few for views then settle on one second row in from the stage. I look around. There’s a bar to my right with a few stools, a couple of people are sitting at them, to the right of the bar is another high seating area. The tables are filling up fast.
Couples are on the floor doing that
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