Post Colonial Zambia a few years after independence.
"Have you seen Louise?" Keith asked, his voice slurred.
Tom replied, "walking around the cricket pitch, she wanted some fresh air."
Keith staggered off into the evening cool, looking for her.
"I reckon she's getting a bit more than fresh air," Harry said to Tom, once Keith was out of earshot.
Tom gave an harrumph, "married to Keith, can you blame her, anyway say nothing."
Mike and Louise were behind the sightscreen. Mike was busy trying to take her panties off, they were snagged on her foot, "lift your leg," Mike instructed her.
"Which one?"
"The left one," he managed to retrieve them, then screwed them up into a ball and put them in his pocket.
"Hold on to the support," he told her, lifting up her skirt.
"I just love that you wear stockings, she felt the cold on her thighs and shuddered, Mike took this as excitement. I haven't even stuck it up yet, he thought to himself.
"Don't tell anyone, otherwise they'll want to know how you know," she warned him.
They were in total darkness behind the sightscreen, despite there being a full moon, Mike took a quick glance around they were alone.
"I don't know why you needed to take my panties off," she scolded him, "they're not easy to put back on with these high heels."
"Don't worry they're safe in my pocket," he assured her.
Mike inserted himself, she sounded appreciative.
"I love doing this outdoors, of a night time, I love the cold on my prick when I pull it out and then the warmth when I push it back in."
"I like the warm feeling inside me as well," she agreed.
Mike held onto her by her suspender straps, and got into a steady rhythm.
"You know when I was a lad, I managed to start a fire once by rubbing two sticks together, but this is much better." Louise was rapidly starting to regret her decision to fuck Mike.
"Mike, I need to let you into a little secret, you're just the warm-up act for my vibrator."
"Wow, am I really," Louise was seriously thinking of standing up and leaving him to wave his dick in the air, he started to speed up, he was hitting her G-spot and she quietly orgasmed. Mike followed a moment later.
"Have you had it," he asked, concerned.
"Yes, it was a good one."
"You're the only woman I know who can cum bent over like this, can I leave it in, just a bit longer," he pleaded?
"Yeah, why not, it's all I'm going to get tonight, most nights in fact."
Suddenly she heard her husband, calling her name, she looked through a gap in the sightscreen, he was no more than fifty yards away. Mike was leaning over her back, pushing his semen back into her leaking pussy, he too had heard Keith calling.
Mike released his pent-up breath, he reluctantly pulled out and whispered, "Go back to the clubhouse, go through the trees, and go quietly."
Keith had heard the noise and approached as rapidly as his drunken gait allowed. Mike stepped out from the sight-screen holding his penis as though he had just urinated, "Hi Keith, Louise took a walk around the ground."
"How did you know I was looking for Louise, and who were you talking to?"
"I was singing quietly to myself, thank you, and I've just seen Louise."
Keith looked down at Mike's dangling dick, "what's that doing out?" he pointed at Mike's penis.
"Oh, that, there was a queue for the toilet, so I came out here, the sightscreen is fairly private you know."
"What did you do, go to the Ladies by mistake, there the only ones who have to queue?"
Mike pretended to be slightly affronted but he had deliberately left his penis exposed as evidence to support his story, "I know which toilet is which thank you, come on, let's go back to the clubhouse, I'll buy you a beer."
"No thanks, they've refused to serve me, as soon as I find Louise I'm off home."
Mike didn't like the idea of Keith driving, as drunk as he was, "If you want to go I can bring Louise, or I can take you home, we can get the car tomorrow."
Just then Louise came into view, Mike hastily put his penis back into his trousers.
"I heard you were looking for me, well here I am," she held her arms out to her side.
"We need to go home, but if you want, you can get a lift from Mike, he's been good enough to offer," there was heavy sarcasm in his voice.
Louise tried not to let her guilt show she wondered if he suspected anything, "no, let's go, I've had all I can take for one night," she said looking at Mike.
Keith managed to get the car started, he drove erratically out of the cricket club car park and onto the main road, at this hour of night it was empty of traffic.
"Let me to drive," she urged Keith, "you're all over the road. If the police stop you, it'll be twenty-six weekends in jail, remember Tom, twenty six weekends, and he hated every minute, and he had to take two days leave for each weekend he was in prison."
"I can drive perfectly well, thank you, even when I've had a drink" trying to sound indignant.
"Yes, it's all the bloody practice you get, oh for goodness sake Keith, you're swerving all over the road."
Louise was getting anxious, she had been avoiding Keith all night, only now was she aware of how drunk he was.
"Anyway there no traffic on the road at this time of night, except drunks, just like me," he laughed.
"Keith, look out, there's a lorry!" Her voice rose in panic. The lorry had broken down at the side of the road.
Keith had seen it but too late, and in an act of self-preservation, he turned the wheel, so her side of the car bore the full force of the collision.
They had just passed the hospital, the staff working there heard the crash, the sound of tortured metal, and the smashing of glass.
Keith, in the undamaged side of the car, managed to scramble out, he heard people coming out of their houses and ducked into the rain ditch, they watched him as he ran off up the ditch.
Mike had left the club immediately after Keith and Louise, and kept them in sight, he saw the crash as it unfolded.
He stopped the car, "Keith," he shouted, his voice broke the silence, "what the hell have you done, where are you going?"
"I was going for help."
"The hospital's in the opposite bloody direction!"
Mike managed to get Keith to return to the scene of the accident, Louise was unconscious.
"Louise insisted on driving, you know, it wasn't me."
"Keith, she's on the passenger side!"
"No, she slid across the seat," he insisted.
Mike left him to his blubbering and accompanied Louise in the ambulance.
Once Louise was in surgery, he went looking for Keith, "come on Keith, let's get you home to your lad, make sure he's okay, and then we can come back, the hospital might be able to give us an update of Louise's condition."
Keith was in an absolute funk, scared stiff that if he was still there when the police arrived, they were certain to breathalyze him.
"Yes, thanks, the boy needs me, we'll come back later, see how Louise is," he was hyper-ventilating.
Keith stayed at home in a funk. Mike returned to the hospital and spoke to a nurse he knew, "do me a favor," he asked, can you put these panties into the bag with the rest of Louise's clothes."
She shook her head gaving him a disapproving look, but took them off him without a word.
Two weeks later and things were back to normal except that no-one had seen Keith. Paul walked into the office and plonked himself down opposite Mike, "you heard about Keith?"
Mike looked up from the newspaper, "that dickhead, no, why?" He returned to his paper.
"He's not getting his contract renewed, and he's not coming back to work either."
Mike put his paper down, finally showing interest, "he's still got six months, hasn't he, it's a bit early for new contracts?"
"I was told this by Colin Kirby, no less."
"In that case, it must be true, it'll mean promotion for one of the locals, John Silungwe probably." Paul nodded in agreement, Mike thought for a moment.
"What's going to happen to Alec, their son?"
"Keith's already taken him down to South Africa, to Keith's mother, she's remarried and lives in Jo'burg, she's agreed to look after him until Louise recovers ... or..."
"Yeah, well lets hope, her boy is tough just like Louise, he'll cope. But if she doesn't pull through, it would be better for Keith if he never showed his face around here again."
It was five months before Louise was fit enough to return to England. Mike was driving her to the airport, "I still think Keith knew about us. I mean, you could have been killed, and he walks away scot-free, and to top it all, he kidnaps Alec."
She sighed, "there's nothing for you to feel guilty about, he spent most of his time in a drunken haze, and you can't kidnap your own child."
Mike changed tack, "how long is your recovery going to take, have they said?"
"I'll be almost as good as new in a year, I'll never have anymore kids so that makes finding Alec all the more important, I might go to South Africa and start searching for Alec. I'm staying with my sister, and she's arranged for me to do a Master's degree at my old university," she smiled. "don't worry, I'll be back stronger than ever."
After Keith took Alec, he first went to South Africa, but after a visit from Louise's private investigator, he quickly skipped to South-West Africa, (since renamed Namibia) then Angola, and finally to Rhodesia, soon to be renamed Zimbabwe. Always keeping one step ahead of the investigator Louise employed. Keith was not a caring father he took Alec simply to spite Louise.
In his mind, if she hadn't nagged him so much, the accident would never have happened, and he'd still have his job with the mining company.
Louise returned to Zambia after three years in England, during which she had obtained her Master's degree, and had finally made a full recovery. During the seven years since her return to Zambia, the war in Rhodesia had intensified, making it more and more isolated, it made getting Alec back impossible.
