Foreign Affair
The day was warm and threatened to get warmer as Trent Briar sat in his father's truck and waited for him. Trent and his father, Martin, were supposed to be looking at colleges today. The day was drawing near when Trent would have to decide on a college but his father had to speak to a client. Though, client might not be the correct word. Martin worked as an Immigration and Naturalization Services (INS) agent, his work involved meeting with recent immigrants to ensure they were handling things well and adhering to the law. Trent knew what his father did for a living and found it tedious, until today.
Normally, Trent would spend his time waiting for his father, as this had not been the first time work had diverted them from their plans. Trent might busy himself on his phone or look at the houses in the neighborhoods and try to assess who lived in said houses, what their lives were like, and where they came from. Today, Trent glanced in the direction of his father; a middle-aged man with a slight paunch to his mid-section, light brown hair, wearing khakis and a polo shirt with a name badge hanging around his neck and then saw something or rather two things that garnered his attention. Trent saw a tremendous chest.
Trent was immediately intrigued and rolled the window of his father's truck down and looked to see two people speaking with his father. To his father's left he saw a short man with dark skin, a crown of short, raven hair around his bald head, a slightly rounded face, a bright smile that looked strained, all sat upon the top of a doughy body standing about 5'9''. Beside the round, dark man was a woman of equal complexion though she had a beautiful face with sparkling dark eyes, a cute nose, plump lips, a slender neck that led down to her enormous breasts that each looked to be bigger than her own head, a flat-looking stomach, thin waist leading to very wide hips, and just the edge of a well-rounded butt. Trent did his best to get a better view but his father blocked the woman, so Trent took out his phone and used it to zoom in for a closer look. He couldn't hear their conversation but he didn't care what they were saying, he just wanted to see more of her. She was 5'6'' and wore a dark green turtleneck that, rather than hide, accentuated her curves, as well as a knee-length dark brown skirt. Trent's mind raced with what he wished he could do with her, to her.
As much as Trent had previously wished they would leave, he now wished they would stay but his father turned around and Trent hid the phone immediately. Martin returned to the truck, setting his clipboard down and sighed,
"Alright bud, sorry to keep you waiting, let's go check out those campuses."
Trent was confused but then remembered why they were in the truck in the first place. In his head, he was still with those tremendous breasts, luscious lips, and curves. Trent nodded and said little else as his father took him on their intended journey.
Six Hours Later
Trent and his father had meandered through several campuses and Trent gave vague sentiments toward each as each seemed a mirror of the other. In truth, he kept glancing at his phone as though the video of that woman might take life and become her. After the campus tours, the pair returned home where Trent's mother, Laura, had made dinner. The three ate, briefly discussed colleges, but Trent pretended that he was too conflicted. His mother reassured him,
"You have plenty of time to decide dear, besides, having backup schools is a good idea."
Trent nodded and quietly excused himself from the table. His parents finished and then sat to watch some terrible sitcom that Trent couldn't be bothered to learn the name of. Instead, he went to his father's office. It was on the second floor of their home, it was a converted guest room which housed a small desk, a computer, a single slim bookshelf, and little else. Trent began his search of his father's desk and found the clipboard. He checked the information against the video of the address they had visited; Kojo and Abnina Tetteh. They arrived recently from Ghana. Trent would take pictures of their information with his phone but his mind raced. His heart beat quickly as he returned everything to where he found it and left his dad's office. Trent spent the night looking over the information on his phone. Kojo took English reading and writing classes at a local library but the information provided no exact times. Tomorrow was Saturday, Trent would find out for himself.
Trent rose early and left, telling his parents that he had plans with his friends and needed to borrow his dad's truck. His father was fine with it, trusting him with the keys. Trent's father didn't work on the weekends so Trent believed he had time for his plans. He started at the Tetteh home; the same single level home his father had visited the other day. He waited for nearly an hour before Kojo, the round little man, left his home and walked to the nearest bus stop. Trent would follow the bus. The bus would pass the library and Kojo made no effort to get off at that stop. Instead, he would disembark more than a few miles away at a restaurant. Trent parked and followed on foot to see Kojo enter through a side door to the restaurant. Kojo was working there; cleaning dishes and bussing tables. Trent captured what he could on his phone without being caught but he wasn't sure it would be of any value, but something urged him to wait. Trent split his time between texting and playing on his phone, getting a meal at the restaurant, and then returning to the truck to play on his phone or watch the video showing Abina. It was nearly five at night when Kojo was finished with his work and Trent watched as he was handed bills, rather than a check. He was paid under the table. It wasn't much but Trent could use that.
Two Hours Later
Trent returned home and started to gather what he needed for tomorrow. He started by ensuring he could use his father's truck again. His father obliged. He then got khaki pants, a polo shirt, a braided belt, all things he had used for summer job interviews and possible college interviews. He would fold them carefully into his backpack. Trent then returned to his father's office where he rummaged around and found the clipboard and a second ID badge his father kept. He would put the second badge on a lanyard and place both it and the clipboard into his backpack, tucking it all away like buried treasure into his closet for the night.
The next morning, Sunday, Trent rose with vigor, excitement, and a bit of fear. He had a cold shower to help calm himself and left soon after breakfast with his family.
Trent returned to the address of the Tetteth family and watched, waited for Kojo to leave. He left at the same time as the day before. Trent felt a surge of energy as he watched the doughy man get onto the bus and leave. He had about nine hours now and didn't want to rush. Rushing might cause mistakes. Trent moved the truck so it should be visible from the front door of Abina's home. Trent carefully changed clothes in the truck, putting his t-shirt, denim pants, and hooded sweater into the backpack that the khaki, polo shirt, and badge had been in. He squeezed the clipboard a bit and left the truck. He approached the door and knocked, waiting. He heard footsteps and then was greeted by the enormous pair of breasts that arrived before Abina where ever she went.
Abina Tetteth
Abina was born in Ghana 27 years ago and married her husband, Kojo, 6 years ago. Kojo is 7 years older than her but had started losing his hair in his early 20s. They had a simple life in Ghana but things could be chaotic and they sought a better one in America. It took years of work to get accepted as immigrants but last year they made it. Now, Kojo takes classes to learn to read and write in English while Abina stays at home. She can speak English, though her accent is heavy, but her reading and writing skills are very limited. She hopes Kojo will help her to learn soon.
She only leaves the home to purchase groceries and check the mail when her husband isn't home. America is still new and sometimes confusing to her, because of her limited language abilities and heavy accent.
