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Avid misconceptions
Private Circus at the Plaza
‘Oh! Herve! Oh! Stick it in mate! Stick it in deep!’ Koen wakes me up as Hilliard jabs my rib. I grunt and open my eyes; my posse standing in my room, the light streaming in like it wasn’t night any longer. I turn for Sadie but the bed is as empty as to suggest I was dreaming when we slid under the sheets and had the most poignant conversations of my life. ‘Your prostitute left you a note.’ Hilliard says as Emery flips something open ‘you were still asleep and I had to dash out; didn’t want to wake you. You look cute when you sleep by the way. Had a great time last night. See you later. Kisses, SadieJ.’ He reads it out and smiles at the end before he hands it to me ‘Heard that people? She had a great time last night!’ Hilliard announces doing the jig with his haunches again. I grunt at them and look through the note again; my little sharp tongue of universal wisdom!
‘Angelford.’ Emery says in the changing rooms as we get ready for some horse racing. I turn to him as he looks over his shoulder to make sure that no one is there ‘what’s in course Knipschild?’ I wonder ‘Sadie.’ He whispers discretely. I fight a smile ‘what about her?’ I inquire. He looks over his shoulder again ‘stop seeing her.’ He articulates in a clear whisper ‘I can’t do that.’ I reveal ‘you don’t understand; she’s the wrong person to do this to.’ He murmurs ‘I can’t stop seeing her Knipschild.’ I reiterate standing up ‘she doesn’t deserve to be hurt like this. She’s a virgin for heaven’s sake! She was before last night anyway! Be a gent Angelford, don’t scar her for life!’ he says in a stern soft voice. I smile and pat him in the back ‘she won’t be scarred. Fret not.’ I assure him ‘vow on your crest and the dukes who have died before you!’ he demands ‘I vow.’ I swear wondering when he grew a tendre for my Sadie and how he knew she was a virgin…
‘Lady!’ I shout at her as she walks out of the faculty hall. She looks back and then gasps in shock. I smile down at her ‘Herve! Whose horse is that??’ she cries out in disbelief ‘this is Rothschild; he’s mine.’ I explain with a shrug. She chuckles ‘did you think I bushwhacked a forest ranger?’ I probe lightly as she laughs some more. She looks adorable in denim dungaree shorts and a blouse ‘come on.’ I say stretching my hand out for her ‘I have files.’ She says shyly ‘you can give them to Hughes.’ I say pointing at the bullet where he is standing. She sighs and stretches her files to him. He walks over and takes them silently ‘now come on or are you worried I’ll ruffle your suave swipe back?’ I teasingly quote her as she convinced me to get on her bike.
She smiles and reaches for my hand, mounting Rothschild swiftly ‘and you didn’t gel your hair today.’ She notes pleasantly as her hands encircle my waist ‘I felt like a change.’ I decide lightly, setting Rothschild on a trot ‘you don’t just go horseback riding in the city .’ She brightly says ‘well it’s a great day for it.’ I settle on my choice ‘I bought you lilies but Rothschild was hungry.’ I reveal as she laughs ‘I’m glad he enjoyed them.’ she says finally
‘You were telling me about this wedding.’ I remind her after causing havoc in town as we rode to the park; Rothschild was a little constipated and let it loose around some unfortunate locales. ‘I’m not telling you anything.’ She states popping a grape into her mouth ‘you ought to.’ I warn her ‘why?’ she probes ‘because I have access to knives and you have fingers.’ I point out lightly. She smiles ‘I want a beach wedding.’ She divulges ‘with the wind ruffling your hair and the water ruining everything?’ I prod dryly ‘at night.’ She adds ‘when the crabs and the creatures come out.’ I point out
‘And there are going to be Chinese lanterns lighting the beach up.’ She sighs ‘or set people on fire when someone’s child kicks one over.’ I substitute popping a grape in ‘and candles floating around the creek.’ She says ‘global warming hazards.’ I add ‘the moon is going to be high up and the waves are going to submerge the place when I look up into his eyes and say I do, then doves will be released when we kiss.’ She sighs dreamily. I stare at her in awe; the woman had dreams!!
‘You’re just about as romantic as Rothschild!’ she hisses at me ‘I haven’t said a thing!’ I complain ‘you’re staring at me like I’m retarded!’ she protests throwing a grape that hits my nose accurately ‘your aim’s enhanced exceptionally!’ I note teasingly ‘I was aiming for your mouth.’ She reveals with a smile as I lean over and purse our lips together softly. ‘We’re at a public park .’ She whispers ‘I’m not ashamed of letting people know I yearn for you.’ I whisper back, heavy lidded and looking into the milk less coffee eyes. They shut as she replies to my question. Is she ready to shame herself by publicly showing affection for someone? Yes she is! The supple lightning strikes me with a new note initiated from the tenderness of it all. I grunt and urge her deeper into my mouth, letting her suck my tongue like I was discovering heaven in an unpredictable revelation of bliss…
‘Could you please get me a Sherry from the kitchen?’ I humbly request. She smiles up at me ‘do I look like Hughes?’ she re-joins. I smile ‘how many more fingers do you want cut?’ I lightly probe as she runs her fingers through my hair, which I have ceased gelling back. ‘You’re adorable this way.’ She decides with a cute smile before her lips land on mine and all propriety is forgotten ‘you could have me any way you want me Sadie.’ I vow gruffly, cupping her behind in my palms ‘what do you mean by that?’ she pries lightly, settling on my laps once more ‘I see you in my dreams and in my future.’ I reveal tenderly, watching her lips stretch some more as I kiss her bare shoulder fondly ‘I should go get you the Sherry.’ She says slipping off the chair. I smile and watch her walk to the kitchen, reaching into my pocket and removing the golden duck with the set of keys before I reach for her handbag and get her keys out, adding my set to hers discretely before I retain normalcy...
‘I don’t even know why I let you talk me into these things.’ She is complaining as we walk through the plaza, my hand possessively around her waist ‘because I feel guilty about you being unable to use your perfect finger this week.’ I point out lightly ‘there’s nothing you can buy to lessen the pile of notes I’ll have to write when it gets better.’ She sighs ‘I could write them for you.’ I offer. Isn’t it wonderful that she thinks this shopping spree is a gift to her and not my chance to see her in several scandalous getups that mother will frown severely about if she ever found out!
‘Are you kidding? I could barely read your apology card and let’s not even talk about your get well soon card!’ she says. I took her to the doctor to make sure no infections were present; that’s all I have to say. ‘Well it’s called computers. I can type them out for you and email them to you.’ I suggest kissing her forehead as she gleefully looks up at me ‘I’ll still have to go through them. It’s how I study.’ She reveals ‘well we have this weekend; we could go back to my place and you could dictate them and I’ll type them out and then we’ll be killing three birds with two stones.’ I conclude rubbing my nose with hers teasingly as she bites on her lips ‘are you sure we’re going to be doing that?’ she probes ‘unless you want to do something else.’ I whisper redolently
‘I have a pile of notes.’ She reminds me ‘we should definitely handle those first.’ I agree ‘and I’m not ready for sex.’ She adds ‘you know where to find me when you are.’ I vow spotting the jewellery store behind us ‘for now however we can make that finger look better.’ I say as an idea sneaks into my mind ‘what? You don’t like my Bugz bunny band aids?’ she pries as I lead her in ‘I think you could use a tad more carats.’ I announce taking her to the ring display ‘you want us to steal a ring?’ she whispers shocked ‘I want to buy my girlfriend a ring. I was hoping you’d help me pick one out for her.’ I explain with a smile ‘you want to buy your girlfriend a ring?’ she repeats looking at me in question
‘There’s this girl I really really really really like and I sort of want to ask her to be my girlfriend. I thought maybe if I bought her a ring to cover this really silly band aids she’s been putting round her finger that I hurt, she would say yes.’ I elucidate. She smiles ‘you don’t have to.’ She says ‘I want to.’ I assure her with a smile ‘something with tanzanite the colour of your eyes.’ She impulsively decides. I turn to the assistant ‘what do you have with tanzanite the colour of my eyes?’ I demand as he walks behind the counter and shifts a few things around before he unearths a tiny casket full of jewels unbelievably akin to the colour of my eyes! What do you know! Sadie isn’t colour blind!!
‘I like this one.’ I point at a trap cut ring. Her eyes widen ‘isn’t that too big?’ she wonders at the assistant ‘it should go magnificent with your finger shape.’ He assures her primly. I hand my master card to him and take the ring before I get down on one knee ‘Sadie will you be my girlfriend?’ I propose. She blushes and runs her teeth through her lower lip ‘Yes.’ She announces beautifully with a bright smile ‘and you think Rothschild isn’t romantic.’ I tease her ‘HERVE!!’ a familiar voice shrieks as the shop’s glass door complains. I turn around to mother gripping at the door for sweet support, father standing there in shock as Anatole eyes Sadie; guess who’s in town this weekend! I get up and fit the ring into Sadie’s finger and then kiss her softly
