Joanne looked sir Jeffrey Wilson of Sir Wilson Incorporated in the face and smiled. He pulled his face sideways.

She asked herself how he got the title sir in the first place. How could a publisher of adult books got called sir. It was the question for the next day. He was no actor for crying out loud. Just a publisher of adult entertainment.

‘stolen cookies taste sweeter or aren’t they sir Wilson?’ she asked him.

He replied; ‘that’s if they’re owned by another men. Is it possible that we could do it again?’

‘Of course dear. With me I said before, anything is possible. Do you suspect that I’m hiding a lover in the closet?’

‘no, I think not. He would have died of jealousy the first thing we entered that bedroom.’

She naughtily pulled him by the hand to the bedroom one more time.

They made love he whole night long. All that was possible wit her girlfriend entertaining her personal assistant at the office. He spent the whole week on her arms but lost no business deal. It just shows that being successful is a wonderful thing because lovemaking never gets neglected.

4

She threw her panty on the floor. The passion was too strong. She felt like he was slow. He grabbed her waist, turned her body like a steering wheeling to the direction that, he wanted to drive her on. He operated her gently, never accelerated than most speed racers would. He rubbed his penis over her vagina before he entered her.

They fatiguely lay next to each other.

Jeffrey smiled while removing hair-strands off her face.

Joanne looked hard at him and quipped:’ that never happened to me before. ‘Congratulations sir Jeffrey Wilson. You just made a beautiful woman come.you’re mine forever. I’ve been physically and mentally been waiting for you for years.’

He shook his head disbelievingly.

She got out of bed crying. She was happy and well. Jeffrey’s silence must have hit a raw-nerve.

He lay in bed like a log, showing no emotion.

She screamed and her voice startled him.

He ran towards her, put his arms around her body and asked her combing her hair with his fingers in the process; ’what’s wrong, sweetheart?’

‘I’ve just saw a person walk past my lounge door,’ she replied. ‘good grief! We never closed the door on our way in. the whole episode is funny now that you’re holding me in your arms. Picture passersby hearing our moans and our groans.. ooh,aah…..do me sir Jeffrey Wilson.’

‘that is exciting when they don’t disturb our session.. you’re beautiful and a marvel in bed. The passerby must’ve been a hobo looking for food and rubbish to sell at recycling centres around town. Don’t be scared. To tell you the truth, I thought you’ve seen a spider.’

3

Oh that feels good

OH THAT FEELS GOOD

After straightening her face, she replied him; ‘I’m not, darling. With I, you could say whatever you would like to say and ask whatever. I take no offence on people that I love.’

‘What are you wearing underneath?’ he asked her with a straight face.

‘ha, ha, ha!’ she cackled. ‘That’s funny. ‘Ha, ha,ha!’

he looked around embarrassed to look if no one responded to his misdemeanor with laughter.

‘no one is listening to us,’ she continued. ‘you must have had it tough while growing up. You’re not that foolish. You’re exciting. Very few men have the guts to ask such questions. I’m wearing a g-string. Where you looking at my bottom to observe panty lines?’

‘god damn!’ he exclaimed. ‘you got style. With you, we could do it anywhere. I’m horny. Already.’

‘Really?’ she replied. ‘I’m not wearing anything. We could bribe mall securities and do it in the toilets.’

‘let’s go.’

‘I’ve got an apartment, sweetheart. Have you ever fell in love?’

‘this is embarrassing but to be frank, no. I think that you could teach me. I’m horny and it’s something not to joke about.’

‘let’s go home and I’ll gladly teach you how to make love.’

They arrived at home.

‘please,’ she asked him. ‘stay with me tonight. You would never regret it. I’m tired of dildos.’

He got inside carrying him with his strong arms to her bed. He never knew where her bedroom was, find it, he did. It was good karma.

2

Oh that feels good

They walked hand in hand in the mall. Cool breeze blew his friend’s hair-strands. She kept removing it off her face using her fingers.

‘I’m hungry,’ Jeffrey told Joanne. ‘which restaurant is your favourite?’

‘There are plenty of eateries in this mall,’ replied Joanne. ‘let’s go to Freddy’s coffee bar. We could eat lunch while we seat cosy and listening to nice music.’

Jeffrey said no word. He smiled and nodded in agreement. He gently moved his hand on her shoulders—massaging her in the process.

‘Oh,’ she responded to Jeffrey’s verbal care. ‘That feels good. ‘I’ve never been massaged in a very long time. Your arms are strong, mild and gentle. Right there, there……..ooh, this feels like heaven. Thanks goodness the place is not full as usual.’

‘keep your money,’he said. ‘I’ll pay for the meals.’

She glowed.

‘I’ve heared that you’ve been alone for years,’ he continued as they sat down together on chairs facing each other.

‘yes,’ she replied. ‘you could say that I’ve been unlucky in love. I hope that your coming into my life would change all of that.’

‘no wonder my arms feels good touching you. I had overgrown our relationship. We were always fighting. Actually, she fought me now and then over nothing at all. I guess those were the earlier signs that our love would never last.’

She cried.

‘are you bisexual?’ he continued.

She burst into laughter.

1

kiss the game goodbye

'We're here today to bury the soul of our beloved,'Pastor Leferetlho said. 'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.'

As the pastor echoed those words, Saloon and friends were sitting inside the vehicle, a toyota Camry, on the freeway above the cemetery. He was crying.

'Eish!' Saloon said. His exclamation was followed by rears rolling down his cheeks.


'Sorry bro,' Andrew tried to comfort him.

Mobil nodded and wiped his spectacles. His eyes too were soaked with tears.

'He's gone now,' Saloon said. 'We'll never see him again.'
'I wish......'

'Sorry bro,' Andrew cut in. 'It seems like we'll mourn him till we join him.'

Mobil nodded again.

'Yep!' Mobil finally blew what was on his chest. 'We'll never find a good man like Oom Fantein nie (we will never find a good man like Old Fantein). May his soul rest in peace. Though he lived peacefully during his life on earth.'

Mobil accelerated the vehicle like Tom Cruise on a Days of Thunder movie set. All eyes looked to the freeway. It remided pastor Leferetlho of a psalm 121 bible verse.

'let's bow our heads,' pastor Leferetlho told those gathering to give their last respects to Oom Fantein.

He began to pray out loud; 'As i lift my eyes to the mountains where would my help come from. my help come from the Lord who made Heaven and Earth......'

as the mourners sang the last hymn, humming it, Saloon and his friends were already on their knees. they had tip-toed in the grave-side of his late father during the lord's prayer.

'and then?' pastor Leferetlho asked a question with his eyes glued on Saloon.

'we,' Saloon stummered. we.....'

"you what?"

'we're sorry pastor. we didn't want to intrude.'

" he-he!" this kid. you what ?"

'we're sorry for being late for my father's burial, pastor.ek soos al die mense hier (i like any mourner right here) I'm here to pay my respect. to bury the late Fantein. can we please talk privately?'

Pastor Leferetlho shook his head in disbelief.

Saloon's mother, Stephina, cried uncontrollably and said; ' you see Mavis, that's is the reason i couldnt hesitate but kick this rotten potato out of my house for good. he is the reason Fantein died of heart attack. he is still a gangster. how does a kid not be scared to look a man of God in the eye and lie?'

saloon was back home and his mother stephina threw him a welcome party a week just after the passing of her man, fantein. saloon could not be happier. the surprise miss party happened to be pastor leferetlho's daughter.

'huh?' saloon said in shock. ' i never thought you would be here.'

'i'm,' replied kenosi. 'relax.' how is your gangster friends?'

' i kissed the game goodbye, sweetie.'

'we're not an item, sweetheart.'

'with your dad, anything is possible. to answer your question on gangsters, it isnt a cool thing to be. the devil is hot and jesus is cool.'

'that's gangster!'

'what?'

'hearing a gangster repenting is hot.' i cant believe what i hear.'

'abel, mobil and their boss, colours, are ethers. they eat your soul like liquid objects.'

'that's science fiction,hun.'

'i have been reading my english encyclopaedia and got death threats from my ex-friends that was when i came accross the word; ether.'

'you sound sarcastic.'

'do you have a girlfriend?'

'what kind of question is that?' besides, there is no need. you're mine.'

'silly but right. i love you but no sex before marriage, right?'

'right.'

lerato

lerato

she was the most beautiful girl i had ever seen. she came to me when i was sitting on the bench of a train. i had seen her before. the priest was preaching in the train last year. he asked if there was a person who want to be prayed for. she raised her arm. she was playing with the phone. you know, scrolling. i was busy looking at her. when she looked back, i would shyly look away. she smiled.

she had seen that i loved her long before she said:' dont you want to join me in this?'

i was shocked but happy as well.

'okay' i said.

it was crazy. to me it was like our wedding day. the priest finished. she disappeared through the crowd after the train stopped. i could see her. she came back january this year beaming. wearing a short skirt. she showed me pictures of her family members in her phone. she said they lived in soweto.

'i love you', i quipped.

she laughed and hugged me.

'i have been waiting for this day.' she replied.

i cried tears of joy as i kissed her.

she was the most beautiful girl i had ever seen. she came to me when i was sitting on the bench of a train. i had seen her before. the priest was preaching in the train last year. he asked if there was a person who want to be prayed for. she raised her arm. she was playing with the phone. you know, scrolling. i was busy looking at her. when she looked back, i would shyly look away. she smiled.

she had seen that i loved her long before she said:' dont you want to join me in this?'

i was shocked but happy as well.

'okay' i said.

it was crazy. to me it was like our wedding day. the priest finished. she disappeared through the crowd after the train stopped. i could see her. she came back january this year beaming. wearing a short-skirt. she showed me pictures of her family members in her phone. she said they lived in soweto.

'i love you', i quipped.

she laughed and hugged me.

'i have been waiting for this day.' she replied.

i cried tears of joy as i kissed her.

"Why does it always rain?"she whispered,"Every day the same thing."
"It rains so we can cuddle up in front of the fireplace and drink cognac,"I laughed, pulling her closer.

belle

Belle was a fine, older woman. she had it all;a well paying job, a nice car, an upmarket house, nice clothes and jewellery, almost anything. The only thing that was missing when she got to her house was; you got it right! a man. a lack of a man knocked down her confidence. her only confidantes were her colleaguses who she began to suspect.

she would hurt every time they went out with their mates. they telling her about it, about them, was thought to be nothing but bragging.

She had dated men before. Men of all races and classes or at least she wanted her friends and the neighbourhood to believe.She no longer wore nice, shiny, engagement ring that she wore the first week she worked at KMPG, auditors firm. she had regular sex with strangers anywhere for over five months after she broke up with Tim.

She was still in love with him. she is the one who broke his heart by dumping him in front of her ex-girlfriends. she now missed him and cried herself to sleep. The only thing that she held tight on her chest at night was a warm, big, browm, teddy bear that he bought her and gave her as a birthday surprise. She got herself a helper because she could not do errands regularly. Her helper's name was Ralph. An early twenties young man straight out of high school.

Belle bought her everything a young man needed to get attracted to, and accept the attention given to him by the opposite sex.

Belle heared through her girlfriends that Ralph did school and college girls in the Mercedes she bought him. She tested him by secretly organising a candlelit supper for both of them. She tried to seduce him. He cried fatigue. It had been sometime since they made love. She went to his car and ransacked it. All that happened when he thought she had gone to the bathroom or the kitchen. He heared people screaming outside. It was his Mercedes on fire.

Minutes later the fire brigade team came and extinguished the flames.

"I did it," Belle told the police and whoever cared. "I want him no more. He betrayed me.

She fainted on the arms of aN emergency medical team man.

Ralph packed his stuff and leaved by the back door, jumped the wall into the back street and walked home devastated.

pearl and her theatre script

he always suspected that his fiance was cheating on him. he did not care. he never asked her about it. he never moaned. when he came back home from a two-week trip from work, he sat on his sofa facing the tv and watched comedy. he had a collection of comedies and comic books to keep stress at bay. he would draw people, cartoons and situations. he caught the tv executive exiting his neighbourhood on countless occassions. he had heared his ex-classmates telling him a story about a tv celebrity who came and had fun inside a man who is always away. they did not want to clarify when he asked for an explanation. they only told him to relax because it was not him.

he asked his boss to excuse him for two weeks because he wanted to catch criminals who break inside his house whilst at work. his boss understood but told him that he was going to lose a lot on bonuses come the festive season. he saw his house candle-lit whilst relaxing with his friends one fateful night and decided to go check what was going on.

reddy found a celebrity car he had seen just a week before parked under his peach tree. he slowly opened the gate, slowly opened his lounge door, tip-toed to his bedroom and saw a figure getting out of bed speedily and buttoned its shirt.

'who are you ?' reddy asked in the dark.

pearl lit the bedroom and replied; 'it's not what you think it is. forgive me.'

reddy wrestled the celebrity on the floor.

he hit reddy on the foot with a bedside lamp.

reddy's friends rushed him to the nearest clinic. he then laid a charge against the tv executive-cum celebrity. the whole thing became a front page news. pearl and reddy's housekeeper professed to have seen it coming. pearl expelled her.

reddy moved out of the house and filed for divorce.

pearl had been eyeing steven for some time. they had met at a theatre play; pinocchio. she was wearing a perfume and a shortk skirt that turned heads. steven wrote her an autograph with his cell-numbers on it. she was now a little bit famous because of steven's court appearance. she lied that she was the one who dumped reddy but professed that both steven and reddy have wives she knew. she dumped steven just after she passed her theatre script test. she then fell in love with paul who was a theatre actor for years and a theatre owner.