This was Edited and Proofread by me. I think I did a lousy job the first time and I hope you forgive me. I'm going story by story and I'll try to fix what I did wrong. I rewrote some parts, added others. My brain got tickled and I thought about adding more chapters to this. I was pretty fresh behind the ears in my younger days and I always thought I'd lie to my readers if I changed something.
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"Good morning!"
"If you just joined us we have reports of massive riots downtown Eisle, streets going towards upper One street has been completely blocked by Police. Reports are coming in of various areas under martial law; in other news we have reports that the army personnel have been alerted and ready to deploy at moment's notice. We go to our EYE in the SKY with Matt Dorman."
Slowly I opened my sleep encrusted eyes as radio blares of another unwarranted riot about some poor good-for-nothing in police uniform shooting a man or men that probably deserve it -- fuck - you talk shit, you get hit. Easy as that. Especially if you talk shit to men with anger issues, with guns.
"Apparently there are attacks on uniformed men and women of our police force, we caution all citizens to refrain from all actions towards them....."
God damn!
Nobody learns their lessons, mindless, angry and depraved of love, puppies in need of some attention, thinking that smacking a police officer that just wanted to see their ID, is that a correct reaction to everything in world that didn't go their way. They probably blame mommy and daddy for not having caviar for dinner.
Turning my head towards the clock I see its 7 in the morning. Turning to my right side a woman's naked body was spread-eagled, sleeping, face covered by her fire red hair. Black lean body offered full view of her private areas, plump breasts rising and falling as the woman breathed in her sleep. This strange creature took my money and decided to have sex with me, while my ugly ass wriggled on top of her until my eventual sexual demise. Had to pop my cherry at some point, being 30 and still a virgin the woman laughed as I explained that she was my first, soon laughter became a strange look of horror for some odd reason.
She winced when I tried to kiss her.
She laughed when she realized I had my first kiss then and there.
So I wanted her to relax, shoot me.
I wanted to have fun and at least let her remember my poor ass in some way, laughing at my expense had no real adverse effect on my eventual performance. I have to be clear, I do not enjoy being made fun off, but I would to anything to make a scared woman relax in my presence, if that means relinquishing a part of my dignity, then so be it, I would gladly offer any amount if it meant that this woman would feel safe in my proximity.
With my clothes on, I stumbled into my kitchen and started preparing breakfast. Hard boiled eggs, tuna from a can and coffee to spruce things up in the morning. Entering the bedroom, breakfast already on the counter top that serves as my dining table, woman that had offered her body for my own personal selfish pleasures woke up with a start looking at me with odd mixture of trepidation and carnal amusement. Her breasts were open, perky and standing amazingly tall in attention. I sat near her and covered her exposed flesh with the linen I used to cover my ugly ass at night.
"Miss Jewel breakfast is ready, you can wash yourself in the bathroom, clean towels are there, and your clothes are in the washer. If you could wait for an hour or so I'll have them cleaned and ready for your use." I smiled as I stood and exited toward the kitchen.
I ate in silence as several minutes passed, Jewel left the bathroom with a towel around her breasts. She sat in front of me and started to eat, "I usually leave before the guy wakes up. You know to avoid all this shit."
My had reached up to calm her down, "I know, I've seen the movies and read several books, your job position avoids any sexual romance. Or did I get the whole thing with Nicole Kidman wrong," she gave me a strange look while she tried to scoop her food with the provided fork.
She shook her head, "Holy shit, talk about being prepared. Why'd you do this? You do realize those things in books and movies are just used to sell them. Nobody acts like that."
I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't really socialize as much as I want. The least I could do is see how I should act."
She scrutinized me for few moments, "It was Julia Roberts, and yes my line of work isn't rosses and unicorns as she portrayed it to be. Most of my clients have this notion that I search for a sugar daddy that would take care of little ol' me," she spoke.
"I assume that you have met clients that have been more than happy to be violent." I postulated my previous observation of her behavior.
She looked at her plate when I heard a loud 'breaking news' voice from the bedroom. Unusually desperate way of saying the words. But what the hell, I thought the past few days weren't exactly normal.
"Hold that thought Miss." I said as I stood up and turned the volume of my TV up.
"Reports are coming in from around the area of One street, as well as streets Plumo and Joious of random attacks on law enforcement that had the street barricaded for purposes as they say 'containing the violence'. For more we go to our EYE in the SKY Mat Dorman. Mat tell us what do you see?!"
Either Mat was inexperienced or he saw a lot of bad stuff, but few seconds of breathtaking visual attacks and mindless violence that played out on TV made me think that he had abandoned his post in the helicopter.
He didn't.
"So far.... I haven't seen law enforcement succeeding in containing these riots, they are escalating and getting worse by each passing moment, and I have to be frank here, but I have seen police officers shoot civilians that tried to rush the barricade. I... I can't explain what happened, I must be crazy because they just kept going and going. Please if you are near the area STAY INSIDE. BARICADE yourselves and wait for police."
His voice was, scared and desperate. Some people on the TV rose after being shot and started charging at the police who had exited their car by this point. I could clearly see the two policemen shoot everything at them and the people just kept going. The people reached the two men and the image was suddenly cut off to a different view, my city, our city was in flames. Smoke was billowing from random locations. It reminded me of movies. It reminisced me of our civil war. I was a child, a refugee and I remember bits and pieces. But I remember one thing, riots, dead bodies and buildings on fire. I hoped this wasn't it. I really hope this will pass. I closed my eyes and tried to envision a better tomorrow.
My lady friend was gaping at the TV.
"Jewel are you ok?!" I asked my new friend, she was looking at the TV and silently gasping for air.
"No I have friends out there, many girls that I hope have gotten away, what about you?"
"Nah. All of my family on another continent. I came here to find work." I didn't say I spent my last dime on her, I had a plan let's just leave it at that.
"Then you are alone here in this amazing place?" She looked around my apartment.
I sighed. "Yes. I am," every time I see the price tag on my rent I have a small panic attack, appearances, what can I say. Well I continued swallowing my complaints, "I have no romantic connections though, here or back where I came from. I hoped by living in another city I would gain confidence to at least get some training in and fix my lousy body. Remember you laughed when you saw me strip." I smiled.
Looking down her feet she quietly spoke, "We get warned by our older women that work the streets, that whatever you do, you should NEVER laugh when a male strips. We had many girls beaten to a bloody pulp just for smiling at their package. My heart sank when I did that, I had such a good time that I forgot I was a .... Whore."
"Good time?" I almost yelled out, I think she still heard me though.
I tried to smile like those handsome guys on TV, "Hey if it matters I strive to make any woman feel good, I search for perfection regarding that aspect, if she returns the favor is up to her."
God kill me!
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry, you never finished. You even paid money but all I did was pass out," She sounded apologetic.
"I slept fine! I always finish my sleep so I can work in the morning. Regardless, how about we go out and see if any of your sisters are out and about. Maybe they need help." I avoided the topic as fast and far as I could.
I'll be sure to kill myself later on.
Her eyes still looked at me, but she never said anything else. Few minutes passed in silence as person on the TV started explaining how the recent riots are all brought about the global warming and political insecurity around North Korea, the President, European Union, blasted gay frogs and one particular lunatic claimed it was all the effect of a hidden black hole.
Jesus!
People start smoking way too early in the mornings and I'm not talking about the cigars. Nobody wanted to address the crux of the problem. The real essence behind the reason that the riots might have happening right now. I had few philosophical deductions, hypothesis and theories that nobody cared about. How about the recent geological and astrological anomalies that were happening? The media clearly avoided the topic, not even addressing the past week constant tremoring on the neighboring island or the lights that were surrounding the harbor almost every night. My inner monolog ended up silent as Jewel started to exit my bedroom wearing my old clothes.
