Chapter 4 ~Scorned~

"I don't know why you chose to be washed by a naked boy," queried Mrs. Fanny, dragging Kate by the arm into the sitting room to see the CCTV footage.

She stared with fire in her eyes as Brian washed her in the shower. Furiously her arms came on her eyes as she broke down in tears, her face between her knees. But Mrs. Fanny bestowed pity upon her and nursed her with a resounding remark.

"You got to be careful with that kid-ass. He played a smart one on you. Can't you see?" she stole a glance at Kate and removed her arms from her eyes, "Come on look at the way he washed you in your drunken state like a car wash. I believe he abused you sexually in the other footage in your room which I can't find. He's a smart ass. I don't think he noticed this camera else he would have made away with it."

She winced and walked out on her, crying into her closet.

"Hey haven's baby," called Mrs. Fanny, "We better fathom what we'll do with this because your father will rebuild Jericho walls on that boy's dumb ass if he gets to find out."

The door slammed heavily as she locked it and rested on it. In all tears and heart-broken, she replayed the footage in her head dropping what she took Brian for. She wailed that Brian took advantage of her that night. Thoughtfully, she undressed herself and beheld her nakedness in the mirror. Her vagina line shot into her eyes and shadows of Brian pounding his penis into her possessed her thought and to think of the fact that he raped her and washed her was maddening. Why would Brian dare to kiss the gods? She had agreed to offer Brian her body some day, somewhere in the yacht down the lake where they would pant for breath, cuddling side to side, beside the cold river banks after rounds of turbulent sex. She had plans of lying to her parents about visiting her aunt in Hollywood' so as to get down with her heart-king in a five star ocean view hotel for a week or more, visiting the wonders of parks, ghost museums and returning home to their arms to derive soul-trapping, body-mind sex. She had plans of hosting a birthday party for him and reminding her parents and his that nobody could separate them. But Brian had fallen short of that now. She might have misjudged Tony when she thought he was the only mad and impossible lover out there.

There was a bang on her door, "Open the door, baby. You are not going to raise the White House because a kid washed your ass," Mrs. Fanny shouted and banged on the door yet further. "Only God knows how many times he's washed your ass." She shouted at the top of her voice. "From the day I saw that kid's haircut I knew he was up to no good."

Kate wailed , held her bust and later went in the shower to cool off.

Mr. Fanny ransacked Kate's room. His face held disgust as he murmured and groaned. He went into the bath and stared corner to corner and shook his head in disappointment. "Where would it be?" he thought and returned to the room to continue with his search.

"What the hell!" exclaimed Mrs. Fanny upon entering the room. "What in Jupiter's sake are you searching for?" she queried, gaping at him for one seconds.

"I always kept it here in this room, my gold wrist watch – " he stuttered.

"Calm down, king maker, and talk to me." Mrs. Fanny soon joined in the search and marveled in her head when her husband groaned about checking the CCTV footage to see if someone actually stole it.

"There isn't need for the camera footage," she said.

"Why? I need to see who stole my wrist watch, that watch has thirty carat gold. I can't let go," he lamented.

She rolled her eyes. "I know the watch has thirty carats of our destinies, candy, but the camera got spoiled. I discarded it, hoping to replace them."

"You did what?" he held his head in one moment of shock.

She walked to him, and held his shoulders, "There's nothing to worry about. I don't mean to rattle your cage. I watched the footage before discarding it. It didn't cover anybody stealing your gold watch."

"What did it cover then?" he asked in a tone reserved for the frustrated.

"Nothing but this big house and us," She winked, shook her head and raised her brow at the same time. "I am going to get you another one if we can't find this."

"Hell no. We must find the perpetrator." He went away, murmuring and cursing contentiously.

She followed him, "Come on, dragon's fire, peck up, ok, how about that sex position I promised you. We will light up tonight," her voice faded away as she walked farther.

Brian busied himself at the games at school, watching a handful of kids trying amusable tricks on their skating board. The summer sun was so intense that taking a shade made a fool of oneself. He got a chilled cup of ice cream and sat to behold the exciting kids invoking wonders with their skating. He loved to explore many things, including skating but now he would love to explore it with Kate. He argued if she would agree to ride a skating board with him.

Kate appeared at his side like lightning, gave him a resounding slap, grasped the ice cream from him and poured it on his head.

"Woo, woo, woo!" exclaimed onlookers; kids, in perpetual mockery.

"You didn't just rape me. You had the effrontery to wash me. You are going to pay for this, gold digger." She had a walk.

The slap gathered in his eyes and ears. He bent, covering his face with his palms. He couldn't hear anything than the voices of few kids that wondered what it would feel like to rape such a beauty.

It was late hour when Kate returned to the arms of Tony. She wished she could say something when Tony gazed upon her. Tony saw the anger that ran across her face and the furnace of fire in her eyes; something was wrong and he would want her to be on the speaking end as she had always done.

"You look sick," mumbled Tony pouting his lips to kiss her.

She said nothing, faced the mirror, undressed herself, tossed her lingerie and turned to Tony with her wry face looking red yet lustful.

"Go on your knees," commanded Tony.

"Yes, my lord," she muttered submissively.

While she obeyed he pulled out a whip and lashed her buttocks. She groaned and cried after several strokes. He tied her arms and legs apart and monitored her fast breath and hungry stares as he made her lay in the bed "Will you ever tell your parents about this?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"What about Brian, is he going to know?" Tony asked.

"He's a bastard," she quarreled and started crying at the thought of Brian raping her and falling short of what she took him for. Tony spanked her buttocks and laps and he believed she cried because of his spank. But then he had undressed too and she smacked her lips at his dangling penis, also writhing in ecstasy when he sucked on her breasts and switched his penis into her. Her moan cracked across the walls of the house when he pounded furiously like a horse.