Y la baila y la goza y la canta
Chapter One Part 4
“Could you set the table please? Dinner is ready. Hello! Baby girl, anybody there?” She looked up and placing her phone back down on the keyboard shelf of the PC desk, she confusedly took the two plates of ostrich schnitzel with deep-fried French fries and cutlery from his hands. She looked at him.
“The coffee table?”
“No, that one.” He pointed to a small folding camping table in black and aluminium legs, perfectly matching the theme of the entire kitchen and living area of the attic apartment. “It is usually folded and then brought out for my other projects.”
She did as he had asked. The coffee table had been pushed to one side. ”When did you do this? I mean, set up the table?”
“Whilst you were staring rather stupidly at your phone.” He smiled and came to her. Kissing her open lips deeply, whispered, “we will also be needing this.”
She gazed in astonishment at the long, fat, scarlet red candle used by the faithful to put on their deceased loved ones’ graves, that he now presented to her with his right hand. She thought hysterically, Like, fuck me stupid. I thought, I thought, THAT we were about to go cannibal by eating a Venetian and… myself as sauce! The only thing that seems sort of normal about this meal are the McCain frozen fries and fuck knows what they were fried in? Maybe the fat from his mDate victims? They all went offline, permanently, just weeks since Bingo Bongo came onto the scene. Maybe this is some fucking perverse ritual of saying prayers before the meal? By doing a Roman Catholic Nuns` nightly desire to shove a lit tombstone candle up her cunt?
Watching the confusion flooding her face. ”Sexy, stop thinking about your quim for a moment. There, next to the microwave is a stainless-steel framed and glass windowed lamp. Please light the candle and place it inside, not in you. And put it in the middle of the table.”
“Chairs?” She enquired, trying to stop giggling at her own filthy mind.
”There is a school chair in the bedroom and a wooden folding one on the landing. I keep forgetting to paint it black.”
She sat down and started to cut a piece of the schnitzel and dipped it into the relish bowl he had placed. “Alexa, play romantic music.” The machine obliged. Before sitting, he turned off the lights above the kitchen worktop and using a remote turned the entire room into romanticism with slow changing pastel colours, fading in out of each other.
“How do you like the dip? A bit hot? After all, you were on fire when I harvested your very soul.”
She stared deep into his weird green eyes, almost like…like the serpent’s eyes in the garden of Eden. Chewing slowly, she stabbed a few fries onto her fork and watched his reaction as she deeply dunked them, till they were totally covered and with much theatrics, opened her mouth and placed them in. Bending, so her face was on the level with the flickering, deathly candle flame, she watched him. Thinking, I can also be a snake, and still chewing, she took her right arm and placing it under the table, felt him getting an erection. She rubbed the stirring joystick, amazed at the speed of its swelling. Sitting up she clasped her hands together and placing her elbows onto the table, rested her chin on them. Lifting a finger.
“One, I have decided that not only do I smell nice, I taste fucking sexy, which is why I am making you mad with desire.” She raised another finger. “Two, is the banana going to be the desert - since I missed out on the hors d'oeuvres of being penetrated by rather large candle associated with keeping devils at bay?” Up went a third finger And, three… I want to watch a phycological, adult rated, fucking frightening, slaughterhouse thriller film, preferably with nuns getting fucked to death by bald headed drunk and drugged on acid monks… erm, with a penance to eat them! Preferably in 3D, as, it appears you have just about enough technology in here to start planning how to destroy the earth, or what’s left of it, and…”
She stopped, and taking a proffered Bloody Mary cocktail, she pointed at him with a now unclasped finger and whilst he cleared away the dinner, returning it to its usual place, she sat down on the sofa and passing the empty glass to him, spoke out demandingly…
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