Chapter 9
A reluctant separation ensued after she asked to excuse herself. Ana realized the full extent of her want when their bodies parted. It was a fierce battle. Her gingered bust was fighting her bra seriously. They were protesting for a release. They loved their position a few moments ago. At another end of her body, hell had broken lose. It was a total pandemonium. With each step she took, some sexual demons wanted to force their way out around her waist region. They had been inactive for hell too long. These and other wonders of her body confused her totally. She could not breathe normally. She was losing her breath.
Normalcy began regaining control of her when she heard Joe's voice.
The voice of a dear one indeed. He was fine. Joe realized it was one of her calls, just to hear his voice. He teased her to stop stalking and hitting on him. Ana smiled and shook her head.
'You are crazy,' she said with her teeth clenched. Since he became friends with Kwame, the rate at which he teased his mother had witnessed an upsurge. She asked how his relationship was faring with his stubborn Uncle who would not stop coming around. His response made her more uncomfortable. Especially when she could feel the smile on his face. Everything was fine. She advised him to be extra careful because at times solace was the best way to deceive. Joe blinked slowly with the phone to his ears and nodded. He knew his mother was being her normal self. Due to her life experience, she was a real Cassandra when it came to his relationships with girls. She said bye and ended the call.
She examined herself. Normalcy had resumed everywhere. From now forward she knew well how to relate to Kwame. He apparently was one romantic catalyst that she should not tamper with. She tottered back to the gathering.
When she returned to his side, something struck her. She realized he had not taken any drink that night, which made her curious. She queried tactfully.
Kwame was abstaining from alcohol. It had been a while he took some. He was not an addict but he knew how he behaved when little alcohol entered his body. He had the worst Dutch courage. Alcohol was a virus that multiplied by the second once in Kwame's body. He could not control it. He explained.
Ana was wearing an ambiguous beam after he had finished explaining. He looked like a child who was explaining why he stole a piece of cake at his friend's house. The wanton charm on his long face was widespread. She had to pull away her stare from him as he gave reasons for his abstinence. She understood, but as she sat nodding to the music, she thought about the exact opposite. Just to be an eyewitness.
Is he that wayward when he takes some alcohol?
Ana shot him a sunny stare. She had decided to try him. Kwame stared back, trying to decode the reason behind her shine. His attempt was unsuccessful. He pleaded with her to start talking. He could not wait to hear what she had to say. They held the stare in place for some seconds before Ana moved.
He watched her take the bottle of vodka, an empty glass, and began filling the glass. When he registered the smile on her face as she poured the firewater, her intensions were made clear to him. He threw his head back and reclined in the chair. Kwame began a giggle, which exploded into laughter. Ana joined, as the laughter made her shoulders quiver.
'Ana, please! Don't do this to me!' Kwame pleaded undertone. She leaned in with the glass in hand. He pressed on with his plead but Ana insisted he gulped it down for her.
'Do it for me please!' She winked at him. She would be the one to hold the glass as he drank. He fired at her a pleading childish face but Ana retaliated with her own version of a baby face, as though if he did not take it she would cry. By this time, every speck of courtesy that reminded her of the presence of the function had been dusted off her.
Whether someone was watching or not, she cared less.
Looking into Ana's eyes, Kwame saw sheer determination, and had to give into her abjuring request. She watched him as his lips slowly kissed the rim of the glass. As he swallowed, she swallowed along. As though she was drinking from his hand-chiselled lips. His countenance crumple to the sharpness in the vodka. This made Ana laugh horribly. He settled his countenance to a smile and shot Ana a devilish look. She pouted when his look locked on hers. Ana pressed his arm twice as if to console him. Afterwards, she suggested they left the gathering and take a walk, which he readily agreed to. They both had itchy feet and a walk was surely going to help.
