The Adventures of Fast Joe
Joe sighed. She was there, inside her father’s shop. He could hear her as she noisily took off her clothes, and presumably lay down on the single mat he used. He wondered what he should do, run away from there, or go inside to meet fate.
He had squeezed the single orange so much that he was now virtually eating the chaff, and he knew he had to take a decision, to go in there and give that girl what she wanted (and he too wanted) or run away and try to walk the night away. The latter was not a very pleasant thought. He could not imagine himself walking the entirety of the single-street town from end to end, in the dark, all night. And in any case, how long would that last? The sensible thing, the enjoyable thing to do, was to join her in the room, on the mat. That is what she wanted. That is what her mother wanted him to do. Otherwise, why leave her alone with him all night?
What was stopping him, was the possible consequences of his going in there. If he crossed the threshold, he would do what was coming; but then, he would have her father to deal with in the coming days. Her angry, mostly drunken father.
Joe recalled his unfortunate history, how he was chased out of his hometown by the husband of a cuckolded husband who was a police officer to boot, on the wings of numerous affairs with various women.
He set the long-suffering orange down in the basket by the door, covered it to keep away the insects and foraging animals who owned the streets in the night, and took a deep breath.
He stood up, shook himself, and stretched. His imagination was already running rife; it had been so many months since he has been with a woman, and the anticipation was killing him. Already, his penis was standing undeniably at attention, and he wondered how he would be able to hide his intentions from the young woman in the room until he had her where he wanted her, under him and squalling.
When he opened the door, he realized that the room was virtually dark. She had turned down the wick of the lantern until it was so dim, and placed it in a corner far from the door, behind one of the tables in the room.
She was an indistinguishable lump on the mat under the single clothes he used to ward off the cold at nights. Tonight, they would have to share it.
Her eyes were looking his way, he saw, and her teeth were flashing assurance at him.
He turned away in the darkness and started taking off his clothes. First went the shirt, and then followed his shorts. He left the undershorts on, but there was no hiding his arousal as he walked towards her on the mat. And she was also showing no fear at all. She was smiling. This night was going to be long.
To be cont.
