RN takes him to Kibini
The 3Gs came to the end of their song. They were practicing for the Christmas Carol Service coming up in just over four weeks. Lizzie took the tenor part because she thought it sounded so good.
She had always loved to listen to the tenors in the main choir belt out their notes. In fact there was a Sunday she thought that she had run mad. She sat down to find her panty had become wet from the sheer pleasure of hearing them go. At the first opportunity she got she slipped out to wipe herself, fearing that someone had picked up on her scents of arousal. As she bent to get the wet wipes on her cunt lips, she wondered that the pleasure of music could bring on such a reaction. Then she was startled to realize there was a particular man whose tenor never failed to excite her. Am I, a happily married woman, getting horny on the voice quality of another man? Then she startled herself anew when she realized that his speaking voice was so much like her husband's, who could never hold a tune. How intricate this was all getting!
She wished there was a way she could sing alongside him. If only these women could allow a man to join their ranks. But she and the other two were holding up the tenor part so well, that any excuse was completely erased. She forced herself to be completely honest. If she could engineer a situation where she could perform with him, she would be so happy. Could she do a duet with him at the upcoming Carol Service? How proud she would be!
It hit her with such force it was like being run over by a runaway truck. 'Of course! How could I have been so dense never to have thought of it? Don't I go to run a course at Kibini every month for a weekend? I should have been taking him with me!'
She could have kicked herself. At Kibini they would be together for two whole days. What couldn't they do, including practicing for that duet. And the trip was coming up in a week and a half! Perfect. 'I will put it to him gently, she resolved.
"Someone once told me you were an IT man. Did they tell me truth?" Lizzie asked Robert the next Tuesday as they gathered outside the Choir Room before practice.
"Well, they did, in part," said he.
She forced a laugh. "What does that mean?"
"I have not earned from IT in nearly six months, but before that I worked for twenty-six years."
"Six months only? I would say you are still very current!" She felt very encouraged that she had made this guess. She had only heard about his working life tangentially, and was not sure she remembered correctly, but now she felt vindicated. "Do you know about the church's Vocational Training Centre in Mashuru area?"
"Yeah, the one at...is it Kipini?" he asked.
"Exactly. Kibini. They received a donation of a wide-screen TV, but nobody knows how to work it properly. If I could use it to project my lesson notes, it would be very useful. Other trainers may then benefit from its use."
"What equipment came with it?"
"I have no idea, but if you saw it you would be able to advice us if there is anything more we need. When can you go? I can organize with the driver to take you when he is going. Then you can bring me the report."
He paused for a moment, then seemed to have come to a decision. He had a strange smile on his face. Lizzie wondered what wicked idea he had formed in his mind. "Excellent idea. Except for a small problem. Nobody there knows me, nor do I know any of them. How will they allow me to handle such sensitive equipment? I would not even accept your making an introductory call. If there were anything wrong, it would make for complications with the donor claiming it was delivered in working order, and the staff not wanting to be implicated in doing something to it since it arrived. No, I would prefer you to be present."
She was impressed by his approach. She was now confident that she was dealing with a professional. Had he accepted to go alone with the driver, she would have scuttled the whole scheme with flimsy excuses. She dug into her handbag in a show of consulting her diary. She knew full well when she was to go to Kibini next. "Lets see, how about this weekend? I will be doing a course on Saturday. Would you mind going in my company, since you have shunned the driver?"
His smile grew sunny. "No problem. I had a Saturday engagement, but that can be moved forward to Thursday or Friday"
Lizzie's trap snapped shut.
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The trip down to Emali was uneventful. The driver knew the way so well he could tell where every pothole was. Lizzie, to avoid over-engaging Robert went over her notes, while Robert, in the back seat, worked on his iPad. At that town they turned off the highway and took the road to Mashuru and Kibini. After a while it became a dust road. Billows of it sought to enter the car, but except for a small crack in the floor near the driver it was kept well out. They arrived at the Centre, with aching bodies from the rough ride.
Supper was in the dining room where all the resident tutors, support staff and students took all their meals. The two were given seats at the tutors' table. Robert kept to himself as the only person he knew was Lizzie, while she had had occasion to deal with all, even the kitchen staff. After supper, she took him to the lecture room where she had instructed the support staff to set it up but not to connect it to power or network. They had built the bracket to hold the large screen onto the wall, and network cables extended near the power sockets. Robert bade the support person not to leave yet, while he looked over the screen and its connections.
"Please connect the power and switch it on." The man did as he was told. The screen flashed its startup graphics and then displayed the 'Home Screen'. Robert surveyed it moving from one area to another. He seemed satisfied. He dismissed the worker, who looked so very relieved. He wanted to get to his cubicle and sleep and had not relished the idea of fiddling with systems all night long.
"Do you have your notes for tomorrow's lesson with you?" he turned to Lizzie.
His manner impressed her so much that she kicked herself inwardly again at having not brought him here before. "Yeah I type them on my phone's Office app."
First he tried the screen's proprietary connection software built into the TV. It seemed to expect a different type of phone than Lizzie's. He next tried to connect his iPad. That went smoothly and his photos, videos and notes showed up flawlessly on the screen. Lizzie was excited about seeing the enlarged images, thinking that her own notes would show up the same way. She could hardly wait. Then a thought arrested her.
"Does this mean we need to buy an iPad for the centre?"
"Yes and no." His replies could be infuriatingly cryptic.
