Chapter 1
I woke up feeling cold and it took an instant to realize why; the blanket that was covering me was no longer on me anymore, I lay naked and spread eagled on the bed… yet again.
It had been the same experience for me since the past several nights of this holiday’s season. I remember that I went to bed fully dressed in a night gown and a panty- no bra of course for the sake of comfort and don’t remember undressing at all, but each morning I would wake up nude. Thank God the rum kept me warm in the freezing mornings.
My aunt Polly entered the room with milk and biscuits for me. I jumped out of the bed and reached for my gown which lay in a discarded state on the floor as I heard her footsteps. It was almost seven in the morning already and a 21 years old big girl like me can’t sleep that long, even though I had been living with my aunt Polly ever since my parents divorced, I knew that I have my chores to attend to even if it the holidays.
“Great Lord”, she said, “How do you manage with such a flimsy night gown only, on such a chilly morning, put some warm clothes on, girl... the cold will kill you…”
I smiled and kissed her good morning. I seemed to know that it is not the climate or the milk that makes me feel revitalized every morning, but something else.
Love may be... I am still warm and happy from within; it is different from my aunt’s love for me because it was sex. I don't exactly remember what has been happening with me. However I was certain that I had been increasing in some kind of a sexual activity night after night because each morning, I could feel the lasting titillation in me.
It was high time that I should have found out what was going on… because the things that had been happening since the last two weeks defied all logical explanations. Every morning I would wake up and have absolutely no or little memory of the night before. Except for a tingling sensation in my mind and body; someone or something indeed made love to me; I really needed to know was it my own imagination, hallucinations, intoxication or something else; I was perhaps too innocent to explain.
“You have been drinking too much lately, Sheila”, Aunt chided me.
“But aunty, it is Christmas eve...”
“No baby… you should not drink that much...” she pointed at the half empty bottle of rum while she held my hair gathered a in a pony tail with the other.
Wow! Half a bottle... that is beyond what I drink normally. I stared at the bottle blankly. Thank God it is the holidays and hence Mommy forgave me for that. As she reached for a hair band for me, I stopped her.
“No auntie, I want to keep my hair down.”
I purposely decided to keep my hair down; they say I look prettier and sexy with my dark brown hair down. I wanted to keep the sexy feeling on especially when I wanted to know what would happen next... this night.
She smiled, kissed me and left. Too bad she is getting old and has arthritis.
I was wondering, will it be like the same secret amorous nights I spent in oblivion or something more different and exciting when he would come to me? I looked the clock; it was almost seven thirty in the morning.
Get set go! Bathroom, kitchen – the food needed to be cooked. I would spend the day at the house with Aunt and later in the evening I would accompany her for the holiday shopping, oh! Yes, Aunt Jessie- a friend of Aunt Polly; is coming to lunch today, phew a long and a busy day.
Good! If I am occupied, the day won’t seem long otherwise the waiting would seem unbearable and I had to know what lay beyond the sun down.
Continued…