A New Year's Eve Party
The siren b l a r e d through out the D-Section of the plant and he sprung like a soldier and chucked the rest of the egg salad sandwich he got from the coffee truck outside. That was four bucks he'll never see again; He thought, still hungry, and regretted for not packing up his own rice this morning and gobbled down the rest of the cold 2% milk as he left the lunch room and "back-tossed" the empty carton into the big blue bin that was full by the door, it hit the wall hard- came right back and landed on the top, knocking off a Coke can to the floor. "Yess!!" he hissed in victory then blurted loud burbs. "Alhamdulillah..." he cooed to himself. Two concrete blocks were chained to his feet now as he made his way back to the line. Parva suddenly appears from behind and nudged him in the back. "You're alright man?" He said, reeking of cigarette, wrinkling his eyes looking annoyed. "Yeah, I'm cool." Bad said, glaring and snatched off a fresh white plastic apron that was hung on the metal post and fastened it in 3 seconds before putting on a fresh hair net from the box and stuck a pair of fresh rubber gloves onto his hands. The grey conveyor belt in front of them suddenly resumed, infusing sweet buttery air with soft hums, the combinations he had become familiar like home with for 4 years now. Parva has been at Ms. Daisy's Cookies for 11 years and once said he would never leave "Daisy” because he would miss her smell too much.. "Look man, you've been weird all week, what the hell's up"? Parva kept pressing. "Nothing dude..., nothin'." Bad said. His voice was tired. No energy. "Shit, take it easy dude. Fuckin' much lately"? Parva said while mocking the "doggy-style-position". Parva looked like a tall Russian male-model and he knew it and for years he's been trying to get "signed-up". He met all kind of people in show-biz at bars and clubs he goes to, but still no good news. Bad had seen a couple of sad episodes when things sounded almost too great, but didn't go through. A few months after starting at "Daisy's", Bad caught him wiping his eyes while standing at the urinal. That was the second time he got dissed by the so-called "Modelling Agency", and the first time Bad knew about what he really wanted to do. He still remember how big a deal the "job" that was supposed to be for AIR FRANCE commercial. After he finished with his "inspiring" stories to becoming an underwear model, Parva will get dumped by girls and that's because he continued on and told them he packed butter jam cookies to pay his rent. Bad is not in the mood today to listen yet to another real-life porn of Parva's. He just wanted to finish the shift at 3 and get home, crank up the heat and pour himself four cases of beer into the tub and take the last bath of the year, in it. That, and maybe some New Year's Eve party on PORNTUBE.
"So where's the party at tonight, man?". Parva said. Bad's "love fantasies" shattered right in front of his eyes blown by Parva's annoying voice. Parva's days at work has changed since Bad came along. Before that, he hardly spoke to anyone as both guys next to his "left" and "right" didn't speak much English. Bad kept quite and started assorting the short-bread cookies that were flowing in front of them into thin white paper cups and transferred them onto the middle blue conveyor belt for the next station to catch and pack them into the tins. "Look dick, you've got that big stick up your writer's ass lately, so I'm gonna help you out a bit here, ok?, I'm gonna take you to the best party of the year tonight, and you're gonna fuck like a nigga' who never had a-big-stick-up-his- writer's -ass your entire life!" He looked left-and-right as if someone might be paying attention to them and craned his neck to Bad's ear, cupping it with his blue-gloved hand, so-ever-slowly like he was going to reveal a big secret of the KGB's. Bad smiled flashing his strong white teeth as he shook his head slowly, not surprised by the kind of "news" Parva would tell every time anyway. Bad should compile all the great stories of Parva's sex encounters through out the years,- write serial episodes,- and then sell them to HBO and make millions with them. Parva is like that slutty chick on "SEX AND THE CITY", except that he was the "guy version" of it. He's "Sam Jones". He lets any girl sucks his dick. "You think I'm shitting you, don't ya"? Parva was offended by Bad's lack of excitement reaction. "Yes I do", Bad said, still ignoring him. Parva lurched over and pointed his blue index finger angrily into Bad's face. "Fuck that shit man! 6 o'clock tonight, pick me up. At home". His sleepy baby blue eyes were hurt.
"Gee, thanks man, maybe next year.!" Bad chuckled. That was the first time in days Parva saw him laughing.
"Fuck you, Muslim guy! You have no fuckin' idea how sick this is, man. You're gonna go back to your boonie land Cambodia, and tell the people there, and they think you're a party dog!" Bad's straight shoulder rocked back-and-forth as Parva repeatedly slapped hard on his back. "Vietnam Parv, Vietnam- not Cambodia. And the whole fucking village will stone me to death if I tell them. Bad said. Parva looked straight up as if he just realized something, and then turned his head at Bad and said, "Shit, I forgot. Shit, don't tell them"!! Their laughs suddenly erupted like fireworks at the city square in downtown tonight. Raymond, their short and fat supervisor all the suddenly appeared from behind. "Feel much like working today"? He said bitterly. "I wasn't talking- he was! Bad pointed straight at Parva. "He said he wanna try gay porn. Big money ya know?" Bad continued, still pointing at Parva and smirked. Parva was stunt! He eyes widen they were huge like zombie's and slowly picked up a cookie off the conveyor belt, took a big bite on it, and then turned to Raymond . "What do you think, Ron"? Parva said, referring him as "Ron Jeremy", the classic and infamous 70’s porn star. "NO EATING WHILE ON THE FLOOR!!- AND CHANGE YOUR GLOVES, RIGHT NOW!!! Raymond shouted at Parva and marched away as Parva spun around with spasms with his long white hands trembled as he struggled to put on the new pair of the rubber gloves. He was petrified.
"6 o'clock man, and don't be late." Parva said finally after they both calmed down.
"6 o'clock". Bad repeated. Still didn’t even look at him.
* * *
Instead of heading south to downtown like most people tonight, Bad was climbing up north. The other side of the highway was already clogged up with shit but on his side of the highway, was an endless runway. Parva lives in the north end of the city which was great, as they were heading up to Essex, and judging by the traffics, he was sure that they would make it in a bit over two hours. As he was flying on the 701 over-pass, a text dinged-in.- Parva.
Parva: Dude, something came up- I can't come. But you have to go. I already paid for your cover. Happy New Year.
Bad: WTF
Bad: I just went over fkng 701
Then there was silence. Bad rolled the window down to get some fresh air. The freezing wind rushed in through the crack and that lowered the heat on his neck that was glowing red in the darkness within the car. His heart was thumping though it didn't feel the same like the ones he had after waking up from the nap earlier. His heart was thumping now because he wanted to run Parva over for fucking around with him yet again, and it was also thumping because after he ran him over, he wanted to put on a "reverse", and finish the son-of-a-bitch and he wanted to ask how did he like to have his life ended on new year’s eve?
Parva: I'm in Glendale. Something came up. I'm really sorry. Yo, I paid for you. You have to go. I fkng promise you, it will be the best new year's eve you will ever have. I paid 90 bucks for you, man. Merry Christmas! Fkng go!!
Bad swirled violently on the empty highway as he was reading and replying to the text all at the same time.
Bad: Fuck you Parv! This is the last time I will have anything to do with you. Fuck you on this new year's eve!
He hit the blinker and got off the highway and onto Jefferson Avenue. 5:45PM. New year's eve, and he had just been fucked over by his own best friend and he cannot even see a lousy bar or a brothel in this middle-of-nowhere part of the city. He almost turned back onto the highway and headed home when he saw a Coffee Station, and decided to drive on to get coffee first as he could use a bathroom. His face was still throbbing as he pulled up into a parking spot. An older black woman in a car, 3 spots over looked hard at him as he slammed the door of the 16 year old SAAB 95 and cursed all by himself through out the brisk walk to the cafe's front door.
He got a black coffee and a honey doughnut and crawled away to a corner by the window with Taylor Swift's "Wildest Dream" was playing on the ceiling and that made him want to pour the hot coffee to anybody who would compliment how sharp he looked on this festive evening. It began like the song..., woke up from the nap, and decided to really get out of town to pursue the wildest ever fantasy he could ever imagine. Bad doesn't always dress up because he doesn't have much clothes. But tonight, he looked like a young published author rather than a frustrated factory worker, with a shit friend who is like a child you never wanted. His charcoal blazer was cleaned. The Luca Cellini boots he bought long time ago while on-layover in Rome strapped warm and cozy to his feet. In a way, Parva did pull him out of his own misery and almost managed to help him say goodbye to 2015 in style. Deep down, he appreciated what Parva tried to do for him today. He can be exhausting sometimes, but he is also a friend who Bad could rely on when needed. Last winter, Parva came with his truck and parked it right behind when he blew a tire on 727 at 2 o'clock in the morning, in the middle of a freak snow storm where the slippery highway was curving up, and the direction of the curve, made traffics "swing" towards his way. And while nobody else at the cookies factory knows about Bad's true dream, Parva is also the one who keeps supporting his writing endeavour.Parva commented on things very specifically, down to the paragraph and sentences. "Your hero is an idiot for breaking up with that stripper chick"...., "The other girl didn't sound too hot"....., "Should make her tits a little bigger". Bad knows Parva reads his blog.
6:15.. The left over coffee is getting cold. Parva never responded since his "Fuck You" attack. Bad had never exploded on Parva like that before, no matter how childish his pranks sometimes can be. Not like tonight. Tonight, he might've ruined their friendship, and that very thought made him even more mad at Parva. He should've left him alone in his hole today and everything would've been fine between them. He's 40 minutes north of the city, and the highway to get back home would be totally fucked-up by this hour. He's all dressed up with nowhere or nobody to go to. Suddenly he felt so lonely. Fuck you Parva. Go fuck your Soviet-ass self! He slide the phone on, typed with both thumbs, and hit <SEND>.
Bad: I'm fckng sorry
10 minutes passed by, and Parva hasn't replied. They never not replied each other's texts. They replied each other while siting on the toilet, and told each other about it. Five more minutes, he thought, then he would just head home and maybe OD himself to death. 20 minutes. He must've hurt Parva's feelings this time, and it's not easy to hurt the guy's feelings. Bad tossed the empty paper cup into the re-cycle garbage compartment, zipped up, and pushed the glass door open. The phone was vibrating as he was fumbling for the car key with winter gusts slashing the skin of his face like rusty knives. The car door was jammed under the extreme sub-zero temperature he had to pry it opened with both hands and jumped inside to safe himself from the violent evening weather.
Parva: Me2 man. Ok here's the addy: 760 - CR4, Essex. No phones.
CR4? A County road. A scary desert land country road. He'd be crazy to be driving up to boonies in this kind of weather. Bad knows Essex in general because that is close to where Casinoland is. He's been there a few times through out the years and once with Parva and two other co-workers. It was Jane's birthday, and the 4 of them went up to gamble their luck on the slot machines. Bob, Jane’s husband won 900 dollars that night. Essex is a farmers town. Nothing's there. Not even people. In this weather, people would be in bed just about this time. If something emergency happens, he'd be screwed!
The old beat-up has been running quietly and started to warm up as he was still sitting in the lonely parking lot. He jabbed his finger around on the plastic buttons of the radio stations and decided he didn't want Jazz right now, and the Classical Wave on button "2" just seemed so wrong tonight. He stopped as he ran into the all-dance 105FM and sat back and took a long deep breath and blew foggy clouds when he exhaled. Now his fingers were tapping on the steering wheel trying to sync in to the beat he didn't know by who, but had heard of a few times- about fucking a ballerina on a dance floor or something.. He finally put on the "D", and slowly turned right onto the avenue, and jumped back on the highway. His heart suddenly started pumping and they became harder and harder as he was flying high on ecstasy above the highway he thought he was going to ejaculate on his own! The casino never closed he thought to himself. In fact, a lot of people go up to the casino on new year's eve because they always have great concerts up there. "Old school" stars like Bonnie Tyler, Martika or any other dead artists would play their evergreens. Nobody too famous like Rihanna, or the Biebs though.. But the drinks are cheap up at the casinos, and what if he wins $900 tonight.., or $9000? He could buy plane tickets and go see his old dad back home. He could even strike a new year luck by hitting a jackpot and leave with a million dollar check. It will be a great starting year if he could walk into Raymond's office and tell him to go fuck his fat-ass self! And the rest, buy a floating villa on Mekong where he will have all the time and quiet to finish his book.
He turned up the volume and flew like dragonfly on the dark side of the highway. Casinoland, fuck me baby! I wanna get lucky tonight. He smiled as he fished out his Marlboro out of his jacket.
* * * * * * *
What seemed to be a cold but smooth sailing ride, had started changing 40 minutes after the "coffee lay-over". Icy rain came crumbling from the dark sky they hit on his aging wind shield like stones, making sound like popcorn. They were not icy rain- they were fucking ice cubes! His breathing calmed a bit now as the crazy hail storm had stopped. "Holy smokes, that was brutal!" He said it out loud to himself on the dark and wet highway. If he can make up to Hanley in another hour, that wouldn't be too bad, he thought. From there, it should be another half hour..., 40 minutes max. He finally passed all the northern industrial areas and now the views to the left-and-right of the highway are mostly flat "white" farm fields and abandoned snow-capped barns deep in the middle of lonely lands. As he curved along the Highway 22 split, he saw separate signs of CR1, 2 and 3 EXITS and after 10 minutes on, he was relieved for not seeing the sign of "CR4". A smaller sign with arrow appeared that says CASINOLAND. Bad smiled, and flicked on his blinker excitedly and merged right as Rihanna's song "Sexuality" was pumping loudly in the back seat. As he was approaching the T- intersection, big fluffy snow flakes came gliding down from the night sky, slowly at first, but became harder and harder in minutes so he turned on the wipers and the "cotton balls" flew off frantically when hit by the blades. He pulled up the junction consciously and pulled the stick down to "N" and sat on the empty forest like he was waiting for the traffic lights to change; but there were no traffic lights. There were nothing around him but the snow and the black woods as he sat still like a monk and his mind was tormented by the burning fire in the pit of his stomach. The fire of his own desires. He was amazed by the sight of a mother deer with it's young, playing in the snow just on the other side of the road, starring right at him with their glassy white eyes. He stared at the road sign with his lips were slightly parted.
BRIDGEWOOD - CR2. CASINOLAND - CR3 (TURN LEFT)
ESSEX - CR4. BLACK RIVER - CR5 (TURN RIGHT)
Blinding lights suddenly reflected in the back mirror with simultaneous thunder of Titanic ship's horn. The honk of death of a large transport truck behind him that will absolutely glide on the slippery road and crush his tiny car if he doesn't make up his mind and leap right now! He yanked on the handle stick and stepped on the gas paddle to the floor and the back tires swirled left and right leaving track marks in the snow almost lost his control and landed himself in the shallow ditch.
The snow persisted lightly. He inhaled the heated air deeply while trying to compose himself as he can still feel the throbbing in his temple. He was thirsty but there was not even a bottle of water around and he always had water in the car. The long and narrow country road was all white in front of him with all the lines and the edges already covered by the white powders and there were no street lights. He crawled anxiously in the thickening snow for nearly half hour before the sign appeared.
ESSEX - CR4 – 5KM
BLACK RIVER - CR5 - 9KM
5 KM. He thought..., should be able to make it in 20 minutes. He cursed as he reached yet another "T" intersection only to discover he was turning further north. He was praying to head back South somehow so the weather would be slight better as he approached the small junction with cautious. His back wheels were spinning rigorously but the car barely made the small hump onto another rural road. For the next 10 minutes, he did not see any houses. Everything around him was simply black pine forests and the sea of white snow that was about to murder him with it's storms and bury him in it's dark ditches mercilessly and secretly. He had heard stories of accidents in the countrysides where you would end up in a ditch, so deep that your entire car will be buried in fluffy rivers of snow and you will freeze and die there alone without anybody able to find you- until Spring. Bad had only ran into 2 cars from the opposite direction, since the "near-death" intersection. There was surely nobody left now as he went deeper and deeper into the northern forests, and there will be no such thing now as turning-back-around. He kept telling himself that all the hard work will all be worth it. He checked the signals on the phone and it showed "2 bars" and he exhaled a long needed relieve. Thank God there are signals. The Google-Map indicated 12 KM to destination.
It was 9:20PM when he finally arrived at the gate located right off the long and narrow county road, at the bottom of a hilly property. The hill was not high but it stretched so far toward the mountains in the back. He cursed again anxiously at the thought of climbing the long sloping driveway. To his surprise, he could feel large grains of salt grinding on his tires and thought how proper these people were. When he reached the top of the hill, he was surprised again at the sight of cars parked around the private yard and pulled up a little further from the rest of them and started walking to the massive front doors where there were two tall naked statues at the bottom of the gleaming black marble steps with a huge chandelier hanging from above centred between 6 columns- 3 on each side. After stood still and prayed for a sec, he pushed the button. It took almost a minute until a voice came in.
"What is it"? A large breaking voice came out from the speaker.
"Err, I'm here for the party?" Bad said, word-by-word, afraid of his own voice.
The voice never responded. Confused by the situation, he rang on the bell again. The man came back and still said the same thing;
"What is it"?
"Please open the door, I'm here for the party." Bad explained again. He pressed his voice, just a little.
The man's voice suddenly sounded cold and cruel. "You must leave this property now or the Police will be called." Then he heard the "click".
He turned around like a malfunctioned robot and walked slowly back toward the car. His heart was broken glasses. And with it, he pictured driving a large piece of it straight into Parva's gut. He still managed to control the evening as he glided slowly down the slippery soft hill, but as the car had to make a sharp turn back onto the road, it got stuck! The floor of the car was scrapping the thick hard snow, it sounded like gravels. He had no "swing space" to manoeuvre, and behind him was only going back up-hill. He tried- the car wouldn't go! Beyond the edge of the narrow street in front of him was deep rolling ditches. He cursed and prayed to Allah all in the same moment as his life suddenly started rolling in front of his eyes. 4 hours ago, his life was fine and going to go on. 4 hours ago, he was in his own warm bed, with new year revellers cheering and crowding the city streets. 4 hours ago, he never thought he would die in this night, in this scary cold winter storm, being eaten by a huge and vicious black bear in a deserted ghost town that he had never known. The face of his aging father suddenly came flashing. Bad was drowning in his own agony thinking of how pok will never know what had happened to him. He will just suddenly stop receiving the moneygram without any explanations from anybody. He realized now how he's the only family his father ever has. He suddenly "saw" pok praying in the madrassah who is the Imam at the market's chapel in Saigon. The market that is so popular to tourists from all over the world. If he dies tonight, pok will have to depend on the tourists who pray there to spare him the change. To give him sadakah. It has been horrific minutes as he tried to "rock" the car back-and-forth. He yanked off the buttons on his shirts as his back was soaking wet with his face drenched in sweat. Ya Allah, I'm begging of you.., just this.., one time...! and with that prayer in his heart, he clenched his teeth in his large jaw and he roared that his face was turning red it was going to explode with his long narrow eyes, glistened and trembled in focusing to escape, in focusing to save his life. The tires howled like dark spirits in the evil winter forest outside, as he shook the chains off of him, as the car swerved away from the grip of the haunted river of snow.
It's passed 10. No matter how slowly he will have to crawl, he will sure be back in the city by 2 o'clock. Things will still be "normal" on this new year's eve then. Even most places will have the extended license and will serve alcohol until 3AM. He will get to live his normal life again. All he needed to do is to not die tonight. If he does not die tonight, he can also still murder Parva tomorrow morning. How rude of the man chasing him away like a dog like that. How fucking dare Parva played him this bad on the new year's eve.
He could feel the white glaring light shot sharply into his eyes even before he turned his head and he knew at that very moment that he will hit it dead as he cursed and slammed on the breaks as the car glided and spun out of control like merry-go-round and finally banged into a long narrow pot hole on the edge of the road. Two more feet, he would have rolled and buried in the dark ditch. The young bambi was gone as the car came to it's stop. But the car was not the only thing that stopped. It's motor and the starter were also stopped. Only his "hazard lights" were blinking and alive in the night. Bad's thoughts have shifted back to his father. He prayed that he will forgive him for what will happen- his death, again. He remembered the small country gas station not far further. If they close at 11, and he walks fast and not stopped by a black bear, he might be able to get help. Cold nerves of sorrow crept up along the sides of his neck and into his ears as he felt his eyes moisten. He finally fished out the phone from the pocket and slide his thumb onto the screen.
No signals.
* * * * *
Sharp white and purplish lights came flashing from the far the moment he swung the door opened it brightened the entire inside of his own car. It seemed like many minutes until it slowed down as it neared and finally came to a complete stop. Maybe he won't have to die tonight after all. The tall black SUV shined like it just got out of a car wash and who washes their cars in the winter forests? He jumped out only to step into the snow that was half way up to his knee. The window came down smoothly, revealing what's inside.
"What’s a girl like you doing in the middle of nowhere in storm like this"? He said in lieu of “hello”, half concerned, absolutely star-stuck. There's no way she lives around here. "And what an Asian guy in fancy pants like you doing, standing in the night snow like that"? She clapped back. She looked Thai. Maybe Vietnamese. Could be Chinese. "Got stuck." He said and turned his handsome head slightly and calmly nodded toward the dead car. He can see her dark shinny hair from the inside of the car. "You better get in before you catch hypothermia." She said. Then they both looked up to the night sky as they could hear wild wolfs howling from the dark winter forests. Bad came around the vehicle and jumped in, immediately locking in cozy warm air within. It smelled like Spring in here..
"Did you see the small Mobile station down the road?" He said. "Yes. It was closed." She said, looking at his face. Her small lips were full and pink with her big cat eyes were dark and smokey. How he could smell her perfume on her small oval face.., but if another moment and nobody says something, the car will decompress along with themselves in it.
"Were you from the mansion?" She finally said.
"Yeah". He answered. "Didn't get in though.." He looked straight ahead, back to picturing Parva's beautiful neck he's going to slaughter the next day but the heated leather seat felt heavenly under his buttocks and back and he wondered how good it would feel to make love to someone in it. The thought re-connected him with the reality; "Wait, how did y-"
* * *
The all-computerized 4 X 4 blazed through the thick snow like it was a snowmobile with it's giant wheels chewed the snow and the ice and spitted them right out-back like they were nuisance and she pulled up right at the same spot where he first parked his station-wagon. For another moment, they sat without saying a word. Their faces glowed by the slick "panels of information" in front of them, fastened along within the fine and elegant leathery dash-board. Hesitant at first, he managed to bring himself and asked her the question. "Why did you come here tonight? She lowered her face.., then her eyes. Their long lashes were soft and thick like angel's wings as she looked back up and turned to him and said, "Because I wanna know how good it feels to cheat."
--They arrived back at the slick chrome speaker by the front doors and the same voice came back on with the same rude tone of greeting people- "What is it?"
"Nineteen sixty three." She answered flatly and the tall and huge mahogany doors made a loud buzzing sound as Bad looked confused, but pushed it opened. "Follow me" said the middle-aged man. He looked much "kinder" than his voice through that small speaker. They took a few steps up the landing to an area where a shiny FAZIOLI grand piano was sitting, surrounded by dark tall bookshelves. Distracted by neon lights that were splashing into the house, they gingerly walked over to the endless glass wall and saw down below outside, dozens of people were doing back flips into the pool with a large plastic ball was tossed around between them. Bad's square jaw was half way dropped. In their hands were large and thick black plastic bags like those of dead body bags. Everybody was to put everything into the bag including the phone, explained the man in the black tux and a number will be assigned to each owner. In the soft light from the lamps in the room, her face glowed like fluffy golden sands on the shore of South China Sea. Only into the minutes, Bad had already forgotten all the night-long ordeals he had endured.., and all about his car in the ditch. His heart beats like a giant gong and his blood flows suddenly stopped- and resumed, it gushed fast and slow through his muscles and veins. It gushed hard into his vein. She looked at him- and back outside as they could hear the muffled sound of screaming of people and the music. Then with both of her hands, she unhooked the three large buttons in front of her long black coat and simply dropped it to the floor, and revealing her shinny silver short dress that looked like it was melting all over her body. "I need help with this." She said softly and turned her back at him, flipped her heavy silky hair to the side, and tilted her long neck slightly. Her hair smelled like jasmine flowers as he took a deep secret breath and undo the zipper from the top of her spine.., and he kept un-zipping it down until it finally stopped at the base of her apple bottom, and let go of his hands and the melting silver dress too, now dropped to the floor.
Her silk panties was pink just like her lips they were held together by a string of pearls that shimmered the same soft pink colour in the warm lights, hanging around her smooth waist, way far below her soft bright navel. Her breasts were round and up-turned and her nipples were soft like pink roses and his large Adam apple jumping frantically as he swallowed.
"You're coming"? She said to him, shutting the electric flows off in his own body as he clumsily undressed, and stuffed all his clothing into the "body bag." His tight blue-and-white spandex looked like it was brand new in the soft light with his favourite number "18" imprinted at the bottom left in the back. With his bag in his hand, and her bag in hers, he asked her; "So what do you do?"
"I do hair." She said.
"You do hair and drive a brand new AUDI?" Bad said. They were standing so close to each other their chests almost touched with body bags still in the hands. She brought up her wrist and landed her soft hand on his body and slowly "climbed up" as she felt the meat across his rib cage then she stopped and rested her small palm on the thick wing of his chest. He smelled like a burning tree as she lifted her long index finger and touched the black point of mole on his sharp cheek bone, then down to his lips. "Yeah, why not?" She whispered in trembling voice. "When you own 4 of them salons.." then she pushed on his oily chest slowly and walked away and he swoop up her naked wrist at the speed of light and looked long into her mysterious eyes. "What's your name?" He said.
"May."
And you?
"Badrul.."
"Do you "smoke"? He said with a low gentle voice as he symbolically put the tips of his thumb and the index fingers together to his lips- then in-and-out. "Sometimes." She said. "But I don't have any on me." "Don't worry..., I got us plenty of weed." For the first time since they met, she saw him smiled and his deep dark eyes, were smiling together with his full lips and she saw his straight white teeth with his brows were thick and black, strapped low above his handsome eyes.
They tip-toed downstairs in the dim amber light as the luxurious carpet on the stairs felt better than his own bed with May's soft hand in his soldier's arm. As they stood like Adam & Eve in front of the gigantic French doors, Bad pulled her tiny wrist slightly and she turned to him and they smiled and nodded at each other, then together they swung the large glass doors opened with a hundred of people were cheering at each other in the minus 21 degree Celsius outdoor. Some were nude in the pool, some were in thick white robes under the "heating umbrellas” with thick white snow covered the backyard winter garden. The tremor of Justin Bieber's "Sorry" vibrated the high concrete walls back-dropped by the dark blue mountains. Someone shouted and smiled, "Jumping's that end", while pointing to the deep end of the pool with his beer bottle clutched in his hand. As they skipped over, two guys were running chasing each other, naked, cursing and laughing and one of them got tripped and fell, with the other guys started falling onto him- one after another, like they were possessed by the mountains' spirits and made a pile of naked guys screaming and laughing. May tested the water with her sparkly red toes and looked and smiled at Bad, and suddenly pulled him along without warning. The scalding pool water shocked them as their bodies hit it as they broke into most joyful laughter and yelled at each other at the same time: "It's so warm!!!" Her long hair is all wet and he hooked his lean arm around her small waist and yanked her leg across-and-over his lap. In the hot water she was light like a doll. As he bounced her body up word, somebody else stepped right onto his head, large, heavy and wet. He submerged himself into the water and came back up and shook his spiky black hair around like a confused duck only to find him standing on the pool ledge. Parva was stark naked in the frigid cold with a tall Belvedere bottle dangled of his hand like a night lamp with two girls clung onto him for body heat. The white girl had both of her nipples pierced and the black girl had small "cony" breasts with massive hips and they were sharing one robe horizontally. Bad calmly tilted his head up back word and raise his arm way up high and stuck his long middle finger out at him. Parva took a few tokes of the fat burning joint and held it over to the white girl's lips who took two short drags. He took 2 more drags and carefully lowered himself to the water and passed it over to Bad as he snapped it off of Parva's fingers carefully not to get it all wet, and turned back around carefully to May. Another hard pats came right back to the head. “Have fun”... he said and the two girls giggled so loudly. "Did they bring you here? May asked right after the three of them left- puzzled. "No." He said. "You did..."
Bad took two deep drags of the short and fat burning brown paper. He smiled as he carefully passed the "torch" over to May as she held it awkwardly with her thumb and index finger and took a small careful drag and tilted up her long shiny neck and blew the pungent white smoke, slow and long into the winter air as hundreds of twinkling stars suddenly reappearing in the black galaxy above them. Bad fastened his long arms around her and hoisted her over to him as she floated higher and wrapped her ballerina legs around him as he slow-danced with her in the steaming swimming pool water with her thin arms wrapped helplessly around his big neck as his eyes rolled-up-high as if he saw Jannah. "I'm gonna make you feel so good tonight..." He said to her eyes and gently kissed her hot wet ear as she shivered in shame..., as he felt her heartbeats in his chest.., as she felt his hot blood, pressing hard against her pearl...