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Duties of the duchy

Avid Misconceptions

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‘Who’s the crazy lady?’ she whispers ‘promise me you won’t freak out.’ I plead ‘oh shit!’ she curses figuring it out for herself. I smile and caress her cheek ‘I’m not meeting your family!’ she states ‘you have no pick; they are kinda gawking at you as we natter.’ I smugly assure her. She takes in a deep breath ‘you’ll be perfect.’ I assure her tasting the lightning of her lips briefly.

‘Everyone, this is Sadie.’ I say with a bright smile, my hand still round her waist ‘hi.’ She says with a little wave at the astonished trio, Anatole smiling up at me and nodding his head discretely behind father, mother recovering from her hysteria it seems. ‘Hi.’ Father says like he was Martian and unsure of what to do in this situation ‘isn’t that cute; you look like your dad!’ she chuckles nervously. I smile ‘with my mom’s eyes and lips.’ I reveal pouting my lips at her playfully ‘you have fine lips Mrs. Angelford.’ She says winking at mom as she caresses my cheek ‘and wonderful eyes. Did you know they’re the colour of blue tanzanite?’ she asks exposing the ring on her finger as mother makes to faint again

‘I’m Anatole.’ Anatole says charmingly stretching his hand to her with a sly devilish smile. She chuckles ‘and you’re handsome!’ she coos winking at him as he kisses the back of her hand ‘we were just heading back to my place. Where were you going?’ I probe innocently ‘out to see you. We have rooms here.’ Anatole reveals ‘you really should have called. Sadie and I had plans.’ I sigh ‘did you?’ Anatole asks Sadie charmingly ‘it’s okay if you want to hang out with your family. I could always find someone else.’ She says to me ‘gobbledygook, I intend on taking care of you as I promised.’ I dismiss the notion ‘Anatole!’ father snaps at him. ‘So are you joining us?’ I inquire staring at mother who is now a statue ‘we are. We’d like to get to know Sadie.’ He says holding on to mother as though the words were scratching at his throat

‘Did I do something?’ Sadie pries in my arms. We’re seated in the back of the bullet with Anatole watching us excitedly ‘you stole my heart like Toni Braxton in Spanish guitar.’ He announces. ‘I’m not dressed for this!’ she realizes looking at the swimsuit she pulled a skirt over because I told her we were going to the pool ‘you look great.’ I assure her with a kiss to her forehead. I have never thought a khaki tutu and a swim suit could look that good together! ‘Why do I end up in these situations!’ she cries out laying her head against the headrest in resignation. I turn around. The Aston was definitely following us. I turn to her; she couldn’t flip out on me right now! ‘Anatole shut your eyes.’ I instruct turning to her and kissing her chin. She gasps and turns a shocked gaze to me ‘I like you too much to lose at this point.’ I warn her sternly.

She stares at me in awe ‘and I need you to remember why you have to be yourself.’ I add staring at her lips ‘why?’ she pries as I meld our lips together and forge against the lighting and the chills, the fever and awakening and swelling, my hand against her waist pressing her to me, her leg jutting against my hip as I grope her behind and wish my little brother wasn’t eagerly watching us despite my instructions.

She angles her head perfectly for me to rediscover the textures of her mouth, her hands digging into my gel-free hair as I try my best not to reach into her skirt, my waist however lifting off the seat like I was trying to give it to her right now. She pulls back to catch her breath. I grunt and turn to Anatole with a smile ‘is that how you kissed Francesca?’ I probe lightly ‘you didn’t get any breast.’ He shrugs confidently ‘I got butt.’ I point out as Sadie looks from me to my brother in awe ‘he has this girlfriend, the one who likes me.’ I explain ‘and you compare how far you get with your girlfriends?’ she prods entertained ‘I don’t. I respect women.’ Anatole says with a bright smile to her. I chuckle and hit the headrest where he is peeking from ‘charmers the whole lot of you.’ She decides smiling at me. I smile back at her ‘I respect women too.’ I promise her ‘you best.’ She whispers tugging me by my t-shirt collar and giving me a playful kiss ‘I’m very feminist! In fact I was just about to sign up for the club.’ I profess gruffly. She chuckles softly and rubs noses with me...

‘Sadie… is that short for anything?’ father asks over lunch, which Sadie was nice enough to make with my help seeing as I wasn’t expecting anyone and let the cook off. It’s not a five course meal but its delicious grilled calf and fried rice. She smiles ‘not unless my mother has something she needs to tell Me.’ she shrugs. I smile as father struggles to apprehend what she might mean. ‘This is good.’ Anatole says to her ‘thanks.’ She says smiling at him ‘and your last name?’ father investigates ‘Weema; it’s Swahili for the grace of God.’ She reveals lightly. That’s beautiful! ‘You’re African then!’ mother finally speaks ‘afro-American. My father is a strong believer in the panther chronicles. The origin of our last names as black Americans was to link us to our slave owners, so if I was Sadie Williams for example, then I would be Sadie the slave of master Williams. My father abhorred that concept and thus took up an African name so I’m Sadie the slave of God’s grace.’ She explains marvellously. I smile and dig into my calf ‘do you have any kids?’ father probes.

 I choke on my calf wondering where he got the gall to ask that in the first place ‘we don’t farm goats, sir.’ She replies with a sweet smile as he stares blankly at her ‘if you’re asking what my parents do my father is a business man with the league of a hundred black men and my mother runs an NGO which works with education outreach programs globally. I doubt you would be rude enough to try asking me if I have children especially when I’m holding a fork in my hands and your nose holds a passage to your brains.’ She adds calmly.

 I turn to her and grip her hand supportively ‘father that was uncalled for.’ I announce taking her hand and kissing it ‘if we owned any slaves; I am repentant for my ancestors’ inanity.’ Anatole declares primly. She smiles at him ‘you’re a sweet guy.’ She decides tenderly ‘sometimes apples fall far from the tree.’ I state glaring at father who timidly goes about his food...

‘What do you study here Dear?’ mother pries obviously trying to get back on my good books ‘Law.’ I divulge ‘I thought Law in America was at par with our law.’ Mother says ‘America didn’t have colonies, where Britain has the commonwealth who use similar laws to it. It’s a bit like learning international law.’ She explains with a shrug as she sips her juice. ‘So you want to work in the commonwealth.’ Mother concludes. Sadie gives an evil smile that I instantly adore! ‘What do you do?’ she asks mother, who flashes awe struck blue eyes at her and sips on her juice like it was liquor ‘she’s a house woman.’ Anatole announces openly, eliciting a smile from me ‘as in she sells houses?’ Sadie pries maliciously ‘as in she stays in the house.’ Anatole explains ‘wow; impressive.’ Sadie dryly says turning to mother who smiles stiffly ‘and what were you quizzing me about?’ Sadie probes as I smile at mother...

‘Baby I’ll clear the table.’ I say kissing her forehead ‘I’ll come wash up.’ She promises ‘good. I don’t know how to work that beast.’ I coo taking her plate. The conversation so far has been her telling Anatole about her impending video with Natalia Bryce and her work with Ambrose Michaels which he has made her swear she will show him if we have the time to go back to her place. ‘Since when do you do that?’ mother wonders in a whisper as I take her plate and pile it onto father’s plate. I smile ‘she’s wounded and I love her.’ I whisper back before I head out to the kitchen to deposit the plates and come back for the casserole dishes.

I study my two bereaved parents and smile at the cause of it all, chatting magnificently with Anatole like she wasn’t in a swimsuit and a khaki tutu. She was spectacular!! I grab the casserole dishes these swots cleared everything! They might not like her but they sure ate her food like they didn’t suspect she was poisoning them!! I place them in the sink and turn around to find her standing there at the kitchen door with a tired sigh.

I smile and walk to her ‘they esteem you.’ I whisper tilting her face up to me ‘either you’re blind or I am stupid.’ She replies with a little smile ‘well I can adore you on their behalf.’ I promise her, penguin walking her into the kitchen and shutting the door behind her. She smiles ‘that sounds good.’ She decides with a brighter smile as I pin her to the door ‘and maybe this time I can get some breast and tell Anatole about it.’ I add lightly as her eyes grow heavy ‘shut up and kiss Me.’ she pleads as I acquaint our lips gently and then a tad more pressingly as lightning and chills attack my spine, my hands leading to the hillocks of paradise outlined perfectly by the swimsuit. She grunts softly as my tongue seers into the heat of her mouth with the tangy taste of grilled calf blazing the textures of her as her hands land on my behind and grope at it past my shorts desperately, our crotches meeting deliciously as we promise each other things she isn’t ready for and I am dying to do!!! ‘HERVE!’ father calls out. I grunt and slowly step away from her ‘I should go kick them out.’ I whisper lightly ‘I wouldn’t mind.’ She assures me with a little smile


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