Summertime
A smallish room; well-furbished with teak furniture.The blinds on the window choke the streaming sunrays with startling efficiency.The fan whirrs with a quiet ferocity while a lone bulb engulfs the room with a ravenous appetite.The bulb throws light over a poster of Baywatch babes which reads, oddly enough, as "Feeling cocky yet?"
Water glistens over the coaster as tiny beads of condensation trickles down the surface of an imposing crystal glass.Much of the contents of the glass is left untouched.Infact, there are three such glasses, each having a different story to tell.
These glasses belong to three barely pubescent boys who have just landed themselves with a timeless treasure called summer holidays.With no imposing adult in the house, they have been left to their own whims and fancy.
Summer holidays can be a terribly boring time if you have no idea of what to do.Having entertained themselves to a game of wrestling, these kids are running out of ideas.
The wrestling match, by itself, was loads of fun.While one of the three acted as the referee, the other two donned to the persona of the Undertaker and Ric Flair.The match was progressing well enough until the dirtiest player of the game decided to land a low-blow on the Dead man.It was safe to say that the Dead man was feeling terribly "cocky" for quite sometime while Ric Flair smiled with unabashed glee.
Once the Dead man was feeling lively again, he decided to show his friends some of stuff that he has stashed up in his computer.He closed the door and paraded to his friends the photographs of several ladies in their birthday suits.As the others "oohed" and "aahhed", he turned on his masterpiece; a home video of a certain baywatch star.
Just as things were heating up and the horny, young boys were going into throes of excitement; the maidservant walks in.
The boys shut up and the only sound one can hear is of a woman calling out to, a name that one usually associates with pet dogs, Tommy.
Now, there are many ways one could have handled this, errrm, delicate situation; but the Dead man started feeling cocky again:
"Why didn't you knock before letting yourself in?" (The voice was as commanding as one that a 13-year old could muster)
"I did knock but all I could hear were groans; I though someone might have been hurt while wrestling" (The maidservant was 15; she lives with these people)
"Well, now that you are in; you may as well as watch the video with us but don't tell Papa."
"........."
Funnily enough, she didn't tell Papa.
Water glistens over the coaster as tiny beads of condensation trickles down the surface of an imposing crystal glass.Much of the contents of the glass is left untouched.Infact, there are three such glasses, each having a different story to tell.
These glasses belong to three barely pubescent boys who have just landed themselves with a timeless treasure called summer holidays.With no imposing adult in the house, they have been left to their own whims and fancy.
Summer holidays can be a terribly boring time if you have no idea of what to do.Having entertained themselves to a game of wrestling, these kids are running out of ideas.
The wrestling match, by itself, was loads of fun.While one of the three acted as the referee, the other two donned to the persona of the Undertaker and Ric Flair.The match was progressing well enough until the dirtiest player of the game decided to land a low-blow on the Dead man.It was safe to say that the Dead man was feeling terribly "cocky" for quite sometime while Ric Flair smiled with unabashed glee.
Once the Dead man was feeling lively again, he decided to show his friends some of stuff that he has stashed up in his computer.He closed the door and paraded to his friends the photographs of several ladies in their birthday suits.As the others "oohed" and "aahhed", he turned on his masterpiece; a home video of a certain baywatch star.
Just as things were heating up and the horny, young boys were going into throes of excitement; the maidservant walks in.
The boys shut up and the only sound one can hear is of a woman calling out to, a name that one usually associates with pet dogs, Tommy.
Now, there are many ways one could have handled this, errrm, delicate situation; but the Dead man started feeling cocky again:
"Why didn't you knock before letting yourself in?" (The voice was as commanding as one that a 13-year old could muster)
"I did knock but all I could hear were groans; I though someone might have been hurt while wrestling" (The maidservant was 15; she lives with these people)
"Well, now that you are in; you may as well as watch the video with us but don't tell Papa."
"........."
Funnily enough, she didn't tell Papa.
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