Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2013 01:38:10 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Curtis Seduces: Chapter 12

Curtis Seduces: Chapter 12

Please read chapters 1-11 first :)

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Wednesday October 2nd 2013 was going to be a day to remember. I woke up to
nearly forty bbm messages on my phone following my broadcast the previous
evening. Most of them were from people asking me if I was seriously
shotting weed. I replied in varying degrees of vagueness depending on the
individual. Kemal seemed genuinely interested in helping me solicit
customers, so I filled him in on the weights and prices and he ordered and
eighth for himself too. There were fourteen `orders' for ten-bags, a
ten-bag is one gram of weed, costing ten pounds. I was not really keen on
selling ten-bags because I only get a £1 cut per bag, and I can't sell a
10-bag for more than a tenner, but I decided to use them as a `hook', by
which to recruit customers of larger quantities. I let my fourteen
customers know to meet me at the bike-park five minutes before the morning
bell, and I packed 20 ten-bags and a couple eighths into my school bag,
hoping that I might pick up a few extra customers during the course of the
day.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to check if mum had come back
home. I was disappointed although not surprised to find that her room was
still empty, and her bed had not been slept in. There was no sign of her
downstairs either, and her mobile phone still went straight through to
voicemail.

My phone rang however. It was Jaydon. "Morning bro, How's your mum?"

"Still no sign of her fam". I said, matter of fact.

"And you don't wanna call the police?" he asked.

"Never dat bruv", I confirmed.

"Have you tried calling the hospitals?" he suggested.

"Nah, fam, good idea, thanks". We spoke for a few more minutes, and then he
`let me go' to continue my investigations. I phoned the accident and
emergency hospitals in Bath, Frenchay, and the Bristol Royal Infirmary
asking if a Miss. Denise Callahan had been admitted. It did put my mind at
rest that she was not in hospital, although I knew that that was illogical
as it would be worse to have had an accident and not been discovered. But,
callous as it sounds, I realised that there was nothing that I could do,
and that there was probably a very simple, although excruciatingly weird
explanation to her disappearance.

I ran to the bathroom, beating Danilo there this morning, and jumped in the
shower.  Five minutes later, and just as I was finishing, he opened the
bathroom door and stood at the sink wearing only a towel, brushing his
teeth. I turned off the shower, and joined him at the sink, still stark
naked and dripping wet, and grabbed my own toothbrush from the bathroom
cabinet. "What you got planned for today?" I asked, as I squeezed some
Colgate Blue Minty Gel onto my toothbrush.

"I'm going to meet some friends in Bristol mate", he explained, "I'm not
sure what we are going to do, but one of them has a visitor from America,
so we'll probably do the touristy things, you know, the Zoo, or the Science
Museum, or the Aquarium, and Cabot Tower and wot not, and I expect I'll be
back late tonight".

It didn't bother him that we were standing so close that our hips and
thighs were rubbing against each other as we brushed. In fact, I realised
that both of us were taking a suspiciously long time brushing our teeth, to
elongate the close contact. "Let me know if your mum turns up tho bro". He
added, showing genuine concern.

"Will do, mate". I said, patting him on the back.

Danilo looked down at my dick. "I bet you were freaked out when Marvin told
you to get your dick out yesterday" he said, smirking.

"I might have been if he had told me to go first", I suggested. "But seeing
as Marlon was already standing there naked, it was calm".

"I've never met anyone as confident as you Curtis", Danilo turned to face
me and reciprocating the back-patting.

"Well fam, I've been my own father since the age of 6, and in a way, I've
been my mothers father since then too".  Danilo looked sympathetic. "Oi,
fuck off", I toughened up my resolve, "I don't want your sympathy, you're a
fucking tenant, not a counsellor". I laughed, ripping his towel from his
waist and throwing it over the shower door.

"True" he said, smiling back, "but I'm a friend too fam". He turned back,
as though getting ready to run, slapped me hard on my black ass and darted
into the shower, slamming the glass shower-door behind him.

I opened the door, as he turned on the water and began to shower. "It's not
like you can hide in here, bro".  I said, slapping him very hard on his wet
backside, and leaving an incredibly vivid hand print.

"Fuck me, that hurt", he said as he grabbed me round the waist and forced
me to the floor of the shower. We wrestled awkwardly in the very small
space, both trying to scramble to our feet, and both trying to prevent the
other person from doing so. I won of course, being bigger and more
muscular, clambering to my feet and holding him down by his shoulders.

He grabbed hold of the small bone at the back of my knees in both legs,
temporarily discombobulating me, giving him the upper hand as I sunk to my
knees too. He jumped at me with such force that both of us fell against the
shower door, which jolted open and we fell out onto the bathroom floor. I
was on my back on the floor and he was sprawled on top of me, so I wrapped
my legs around his body tightly and flipped him over onto his back,
punching him playfully in the chest, as I stood up off of him. He grabbed
me around my waist and pulled himself up, his face only inches away from my
firm bubble butt. I turned to face him, grabbed his head and rubbed it into
my dick for a few seconds before making my escape out of the bathroom
declaring myself the victor again. The `game' was over for another day, as
he returned to the shower, defeated.  `Will he never learn' I said to
myself, as I returned to my room and got dressed into my school uniform.

I retrieved the letter about the science trip, and signed with my left hand
`Denise Callahan' and dated it yesterday's date. I folded it up and tucked
it into my pocket, jumped on my bike and cycled to school in new record
time, stopping briefly at the Tesco express to steal a banana and an almond
croissant for breakfast.

I reached the bike-park perfectly on time, and as an extra couple of orders
had come in en route to school I inconspicuously distributed 16 ten-bags,
collecting £160 in sweaty, dog-eared ten pound notes, telling all of my
customers, that in future they should by an eighth-ounce bag for £30
getting more for their money.

Business done, I went to Mr. Wilde's office and handed him my consent form,
which he took and shoved into a folder without even looking at it. I did
not hang around long enough for him to try talking to me, but I don't think
he would have wanted to anyway as so many people were coming and going with
forms and over-due payment.

At morning break I had arranged to meet Tabita in the library. "How are you
babes?" I asked.

"Feeling sick most of the time, but apparently that is normal", she
shrugged her shoulders.

"Any cravings?" I asked, showing some genuine interest.

"Yeah, I cannot get enough prawn cocktail crisps", she announced, shrugging
again. "And the funny thing is, I hated them before".

"Our baby knows what he wants, babe!" I said proudly. "We have an
independent thinker, growing in there", I placed my hand softly on her
stomach again. "He's gonna be a fucking genius".

"What makes you think it is going to be a `he'? Tabita joked.

I smiled, not wanting to have said the wrong thing if a girl is born, but
secretly I wanted my babies to be boys.

"Where do you see us in five years?" I asked, getting serious.

Tabita thought long and hard, before responding. "Let's not do this,
Curtis, lets not ask questions that neither of us are ready to answer".

"Ooooh, look who's become Miss Wise". I mocked, acknowledging the sense in
her point of view.

"I can't be THAT wise Curtis, after all, I allowed you to talk me into your
bed, didn't I?"

"I didn't have to do much talking tho, did I babes? I reminded her"."Do you
regret it?" I asked.

"I told you about asking such questions, Curtis", she winked, "All I know
is, that I am going to love this baby", she took my hand in hers and
pressed it back onto her tummy, neither of us feeling anything from within
as it was too early, but both of us feeling the connection, the bond of
co-parenthood.

I was not in love with Tabita, not by any stretch of the
imagination. Nobody could come close to Gamu, but Tabita was probably
second in my affections, if you are allowed to work out a second. Amelia
was just a slut that I had fucked, but Tabita was right, I had had to work
hard to seduce her, and I had wanted to seduce her because I had liked her,
not just to decorate my floor with her panties for 20 minutes.

"You're a wonderful person Tabby", I said truthfully.

"You ain't too bad yourself Curtis", she replied. "Look babes, I know where
I stand with you, I know you like me, but your not in love with me Curtis.
I can see that you are just `doing the right thing' by me, and I respect
that. I am not trying to trap you Curtis", she said, and she meant it
too. "You are free, Curtis".

"But if I wanted you..." I started.

"There you go again", Tabita's wisdom was far beyond her years, and she had
sussed me out good and proper, "No more questions, Curtis". She leant over
and kissed me on the cheek, I tried to move so that she landed it on my
lips, but she predicted my thinking, and over-compensated, still
accomplishing her intended target, and leaving me feeling slightly
inferior.

As I left the library and made my way to my next lesson, Mrs. Ahmed, called
at me from down the corridor me, she is the safeguarding children's officer
in the school.

"Yes Miss?" I asked.

"After lunch you are excused from your next lesson, you need to come to my
office at 2pm prompt, Curtis OK?"

"Why miss, what's up?" I asked, wondering if somebody had snaked me for
selling weed on my first day. I soon realised that it couldn't be that
because they would not be `leaving that until later' giving me time to hide
my stash.

Mrs. Ahmed replied "Don't worry Curtis, its nothing to worry about, just
don't be late". I realised that there were a whole host of things it could
be about. Someone could have seen the pictures on Mr. Wilde's computer, or
maybe they had found my mum, yeah that is probably it, or maybe they simply
wanted to discuss my progress to give a report to Coach Mark. Then I DID
start to worry, maybe Gary has reported me, or maybe they know I'm the
father of Tabita's baby, or Amelia's even. Maybe someone has clocked me
shop lifting breakfast, or maybe it IS the weed. I didn't know how I was
gonna concentrate until the meeting, so I decided to skip the next lesson
and go home for an hour.

I hid out in the toilets until five minutes after the bell sounded, and
then I snuck out to the bike-park and unlocked my bike.

"Where are you going, fam?" A small voice asked.

I turned to see Dale standing at the back of the bike-park, also skipping
class. "I'm running home for an hour bro, I can't be fucked with doing Art,
I'm shit at drawing anyway".

"I beg you let me come with you bro", Dale asked.

"Put your hood up so they won't know it's you if anyone sees us", I
ordered, as I jumped on my bike, and giving Dale a backie, I rode towards
my house, stopping at the Kebab shop on the way. "Wait outside fam", I told
Dale, as I did not want him to see me passing Kemal his eighth. Kemal gave
me £30 and asked me if he can pass my number out to potential punters,
to which I agreed. He asked me if mum had showed up, and promised to keep
an eye out for her, and let me know straight away if he sees her".

Mum was not at home, and as expected, nor was Danilo. I told Dale to help
himself to a drink from the fridge, and I darted upstairs adding the
£190 to my second wrap which now totalled £390. When I returned
downstairs, Dale was sprawled out on the couch drinking an orange soda. I
grabbed a bottle of Aloe Vera drink for myself and joined him on the couch.

"Show me another video please fam", he asked.  I scrolled to a video of me
fucking some girl in Bristol a while back, I can't remember her name, but
she was peng (good looking) tho. After that, I showed him a video of me
getting head from Amelia Sanderson, but it was such a close up that you
couldn't tell it was her. After two or three more videos I decided to take
the plunge, and I showed him the video of PC Dave Stout.

"Fuck me, that's a policeman" he was shocked. "Like, I mean, a, man!"

"Yep", I said, nodding proudly.

"You got head from a man?"  He asked.

"Of course, wouldn't you?" I asked him.

He didn't answer the question, but asked, "Doesn't that make you gay?"

"Fam", I exclaimed, "How many videos have you seen of me fucking girls?"

"A lot bro" He admitted, "Curtis, I'm not saying your gay bro", he looked
worried.

"But if you tell anyone, I'll have to kill you". I smiled.

"I promise Curtis, I would never snake you man, you're the boss". He
convinced me.

"I won't film you though Dale", I said, confusing him.

"What do you mean?" He asked innocently.

I didn't need to answer, I realised that at some point within the next
sixty seconds he would clock exactly what I meant. I stood up, removed my
tie and unbuttoned my shirt throwing it at Dale playfully. He laughed.

"You have amazing abs", he said.

"Feel them", I offered, making it sound perfectly normal. He sat forward
and reached his hand up, gently resting his band on my abs, and pressing in
firmly with the tips of is fingers.

"Rock hard" he said.

"Not quite as hard as this though". I sniggered as I undid my belt, and
trousers, sliding them to the floor and allowing my big 8-inch monster to
spring free.

"Wow", he said, immovably transfixed.

"Feel it", I said, equally as convincingly. He hesitated, so I put out my
hand, asking for his, he responded to that request more freely and placed
his hand in mine. I quickly guided his hand to my dick and assisted him in
wrapping his fingers around it.

"I beg you never tell anyone I did this, fam", he asked.

"Why the fuck would I tell anyone that fam, your secret is fully safe".

His hands slid up and down my dick, with a loose grip, from the base right
up to the tip whereupon he caressed my head with his thumb, in the way that
I assumed he had recently began pleasuring his own small `toy'. I sipped
from my drink, and then tipped some onto my dick making it wet. He laughed,
closed his eyes, and then instinctively closed his lips over the head of my
dick, and began sucking me as he had watched in the videos. I took hold of
his hands, and placed them on my ass. shuffling a bit closer to him forcing
him to take a couple more inches of my dick into his willing mouth, but nor
trying to deep-throat his tender 11-year-old virgin throat. He was an
amazingly good looking boy. With pitch black hair that fell over his eyes
until he flicked it back into obedience, which he had to do every minute or
so. His hazel eyes were so decorative and his pink lips looked utterly
amazing sliding up and down my eight inch black cock. His hands grabbed
firmly onto my butt-cheeks and he tried to take more of me in his mouth,
which provoked me to start to assist him by beginning to fuck his mouth.

I ran my fingers through his silky black hair and said with
conviction. "Your peng you know Dale, you're gonna get a LOT of girls". He
appreciated the compliment, not only did it reaffirm his heterosexuality,
but it provoked his lusting for my dick to a new level.

"Can you lie down on the floor", he asked me cutely. I could not resist his
eyes, nor his innocence, so I conformed.

He knelt between my legs, and holding my dick at the base he wanked me off
a few times, before returning his mouth to it and moving up and down as
best he could. From time to time, he pulled out and slid his tongue up the
side of my dick to the base.  I watched him intently as he worshipped every
inch of my dick, trying his hardest to pleasure me in every way that he had
seen in the videos.

He closed his lips tightly around my shaft and pulled upwards, stopping at
my mushroom head, and circling his tongue around it.

"Fuck me, that is good Dale".

He repeated this two or three times, as pre-cum leaked out of my mouth all
over his tongue, until at last, as he was literally sucking on my bell-end,
hot cum gushed out of it, filling his mouth. He swallowed again and again,
still circling my head with his tongue until my dick began to soften.

"That was fun", he exclaimed.

`You're telling me' I thought to myself as I stood up and got dressed back
into my uniform.

"Can we do that again one day?" he asked.

"No, kid" I replied, "But I will introduce you to a friend of mine, who
would love you to suck his dick, fam". I was of course referring to Dwayne,
who, though a year younger that this kid, seemed so much older.

We straightened up and returned to school, re-locking the bike before
anyone clocked that we were missing. We hung around in the bike park for a
few minutes until the dinner bell went, at which point we spudded, and went
of to join our own peer-groups.

After lunch I went to Mrs. Ahmed's office, and was surprised to hear some
familiar voices inside. I knocked the door and waited to be invited to
enter. Mrs. Ahmed pointed me to a chair, and I sat down surrounded by an
army of potential accusers. Mrs. Tuff, my solicitor, well, the solicitor
that I didn't need was there, as well as PC Dave Stout and PC Collins. The
four of them stared at each other, wondering who was going to break the
ice. After a full thirty seconds of silence. I did.

"So, what is this all about then?"

Mrs. Ahmed spoke up. "The officers have filled me in on what happened the
other day when you were arrested on suspicion off attacking a man, Curtis,
and they have called your solicitor to be present at this meeting, as we
were unable to make contact with your mother".

"Well, she is at work", I lied. "Mrs. Ahmed, I was proven to be innocent of
that charge, and Mr. Fucking Shneider dropped the allegations anyway". I
explained.

"Yes, and that is the last time anybody has heard from him,
Curtis". Mrs. Ahmed went on to explain, looking perturbed that she was
having to do all of the work.

"What, so you think I have murdered the prick?" l laughed.

"Curtis", PC Dave finally spoke up. "Nobody is accusing you of anything,
and you are not being arrested on suspicion of anything, it is just that
Mr. Shneider has not turned up at work for three days now, and his
neighbours have confirmed that he has not been home either. The last CCTV
image there is of him, shows you speaking to him intimidatingly in the
doorway of a shop on High Street three days ago".

"Hold the fuck up" I stood up, ready to leave. I turned to the two officers
and shouted "You two wankers should know better than to come in here
spouting off allegations at me". I raised my voice further. "Mr. Shneider
has not turned up for work for three days? So fucking what? Is that a
crime? Perhaps he has gone away, perhaps he wanted to get the fuck out of
Keynsham after lying the fuck about me and my black ass, and you KNOW I
didn't do anything to that prick and yet he is badmouthing me to Ivy and
Doris in the corner-shop and any other motherfucker that wants to listen to
his racist ranting. So yes, I spoke to the bitch, knowing full well I was
on CCTV, coz last time I looked it is not a fucking crime to speak to
someone, even someone you got beef with". I turned to Mrs. Tuff. "And you,
what the fuck are you even doing here, you should have cancelled this
meeting the minute you heard how ridiculous this all is, I am not prepared
to stand here and listen to these two fucking cock-suckers and this
jihadist bitch, sorry Miss, no offence, try and second guess why
Mr. Shneider has decided not to show up for work for three days".

"SIT DOWN CURTIS", Mrs. Ahmed tried to take back control.

"Curtis is right", Mrs. Tuff finally earned a pound of her fee. This is all
speculation and grasping at straws and this meeting is a vast
over-reaction, so while I don't approve of Mr. Denton's choice of language,
I can fully understand the emotion behind it. Officers, unless you want to
charge Curtis with something, I think we will call this matter closed".

I put out my two wrists, as if offering them to be hand-cuffed.

"I'm sorry Curtis, this was supposed to be a friendly chat, ruling you out
of our enquiries". Dave protested.

"There shouldn't even be any enquiries", I protested louder, "Has any
family member or friend actually reported him missing?"

"No Curtis". PC Collins piped up. "It was a work colleague that reported
him missing".

"Missing from fucking work, not from earth", I corrected him. I turned to
Miss Ahmed, "I am sorry for calling you a jihadist bitch miss, can I go
now?"

She looked at the officers for `permission', which was granted, and nodded
at me.

I opened the door, but before leaving, I turned, and waving my finger at
the four of them, I stated "Definition of fucking ineptitude, you lot". I
slammed the door behind me as though I were closing the door to HELL, livid
that I was being accused of something so hideous, and at the same time,
relieved that I had not been caught out in any of my ACTUAL
misdemeanours. `Mind you', I thought to myself, `I wonder what HAS happened
to Mr. Shneider?'

For the rest of the day I was not in the mood. I sat in the back of the
last two classes day-dreaming, and being completely irresponsive, much to
the annoyance of my teachers who usually rely on me for witty and
intellectually advanced banter.

After school I pegged it home to get changed, and ready to go
training. Gamu messaged me confirming that she would be waiting for me at
the Bus Station at 5pm, but I did not want her to have to wait for ME, so I
made every effort to get there early. I took £80 from my money wrap, in
the hope that I would get the opportunity to treat her, I changed into my
lycra running skins, and put my black Adidas tracksuit on top. I grabbed my
spikes and my foam-roller and put them in my bag, leaving my school bag on
my bed, and the Adidas shoulder bag with my remaining stash in it hidden at
the back of my wardrobe. I put on my black huarache trainers, and ran down
to the bus stop, still having enough loose change to pay for my fare to
Bristol without eating into the £80.

As planned I arrived at the bus station before 4.30, and sat around waiting
for Gamu.  Three more ten-bag orders came in for school tomorrow by bbm,
and I had a phone-call from Kemal's girlfriend, saying that her cousin was
going to pass by for an ounce later this evening. I told her pass on the
message to come after ten-thirty. I pinged Sean `How are things up north?'
but the message remained undelivered, so I pinged Dwayne, `have you heard
from Sean today?'

`Nah, fam' came the reply, his status changed to `GTA5', so I didn't expect
to hear from him again today!

Gamu arrived at ten to five, wearing a smart business suit. "You look
incredible", I understated.

"No school uniform, but we have to dress smart", she smiled, kissing me on
the cheek.

"Well, I'd certainly give you the job" we laughed.

We rode the bus to the athletics track, finding a hundred things to talk
about. I told her a lot about my mum, and dad, about my athletics coach,
and my personal record. She was impressed to hear that my grades are so
high in school, I think she was a little surprised about that actually. She
told me about her violin teacher, and her college. We talked about her
father being strict, and her mother secretly being much more lenient. She
explained to me that her mother had convinced her father to allow her to
come out with me this evening, because she had been so impressed with me on
Sunday, when she took me to church with Dwayne. I admitted to her that I
was not an angel, and that I had made a lot of mistakes that she would be
upset to hear about, but she insisted that she did not want to know about
my past mistakes anyway. During the last five minutes of the journey, Gamu
took hold of my hand, and folded her fingers in-between mine. This was the
genuine affection that I craved. That moment felt better than every
blow-job and every orgasm I had ever had. To be sucked or fucked is hot,
but to be wanted is pure bliss. Deep down I knew that I could never deserve
her. But her touch made me want to try.

We reached the track and I was amazed to discover that it was a grading
session. `How did I miss the memo?' I asked myself. People had come from
every athletics club in the South-West. We were to run two 100m races with
people of similar personal bests, being officially timed by the UK
Athletics team. I was familiar with these events, there are quite a few
held each year. I introduced Gamu to my Coach as a `friend' and he gave me
a pre-race pep talk. I did my stretches and practiced a few starts as Gamu
watched from the side of the track.

I moved close to her, to gauge her reaction when I removed my track-suit,
standing before her in skin-tight lycra. I put my tracksuit and trainers in
my bag and asked her to look after it for me as I put on my running
spikes. I was aware that both my dick, and my ass looked incredibly ample
in my tight black lycra, and although normally I am too focused to care
about peoples reactions, today, I looked out for Gamu's which I pinpointed
as `disbelief'. I was satisfied with that, more than satisfied in fact, so
I re-focused and prepared for my race. After about an hour my race was
called. The starting-pistol fired, and I ran as though for gold.

I won my heat. In 11.65 equalling my personal best. I tried not to show the
disappointment in my face, having wanted to improve on it as Gamu raced
over to me and threw her arms around me tightly, amazed at the race. `"You
were amazing", she echoed my compliment of her the previous
evening. Suddenly she realised how `intimate' our embrace was, considering
my attire, and she backed off slightly, looking embarrassed. So as to break
the embarrassment I kissed her full on the lips.

"Thanks babes", I smiled, "Next race, I will beat it".  After a further
forty-five minutes, my second race was called. "Go and stand at the
finishing line please babes," I asked her, as she scurried off.

This time I was racing against a few older athletes with slightly better
times than me. I hoped that it would give me the `push' I needed, aided by
the gold waiting for me at the line.

The pistol fired and I started better than ever before. In the distance I
heard my coach scream "Yes, Curtis!" I focused, and ran as though my next
breath depended on it.

It was close, but I won my race, I turned to look at the digital timer, but
was distracted by Gamu screeching and jumping like a crazy hoe. "You did
it, you did it"... She ran to me and flung her arms around me throwing her
mouth at mine and kissing me passionately.

"Your 'friend', is it Curtis?" I heard Coach mock as he patted me on the
back. I looked over to see my time, but it had already been cleared off.

"What was my time?" I asked impatiently.

"11.42" Gamu and Coach Mark shrieked in unison.

"Fuck me", I exclaimed, "Oh, shit, I mean, Jesus", I corrected myself
again, "I mean...Shhhh... Fuuuu... WOW!"

I spent a good fifteen minutes stretching down, as Gamu watched me with
contentment and pride. I was certain that she kept glancing at the massive
bulge in my lycras, but she admonished herself immediately every time, as
though she could hear Pastor Samuels preaching on chastity in her ear.

I said my good-byes before Gamu and I walked out of the athletics
ground. It was nearly eight-o-clock and I hadn't eaten since breakfast so I
asked Gamu "what do you fancy eating?"

"I don't mind babes" she replied tucking her arm into mine. "But its gonna
take us an hour and a quarter to get home, and I have to be in by ten".

"Nah babes, we'll get a cab, so we got plenty of time". I explained. "Do
you eat chinese?"

"Hell, yeah". She rejoiced.

There is an all-you-can-eat chinese buffet a short walk away, I've never
eaten there before because they don't do take-away and I'm usually on my
own, but I figured it was perfect for today, because the food is always
ready.

I paid the £20 and ordered water to go with our meal, to be healthy, not
to be cheap. We piled our plates high and sat facing each other, bumping
feet every now and again. It felt romantic, well, it WAS romantic. This was
probably my first proper date. I mean I'd been out with girls many times
before, to eat, or to the cinema, but in my head it had always been about
the fucking. But today was different.

We kept smiling at each other, the gaps in our conversation were filled by
beautiful silence, and each silence contained a thousand words.

For an hour we ate, and conversed, growing closer together with every
minute. At nine-o-clock I asked the waiter to call us a cab, and at
ten-past nine we piled into the back of a Saab and sailed back to Keynsham,
stopping outside Gamu's house.  I gave the cabbie £20 telling him to
keep the £2 change and walked Gamu to her front door nearly half an hour
earlier than her curfew.

Mrs. Mbwanga opened the door and congratulated Gamu on her earliness, she
then immediately sent her to the kitchen to go and finish preparing the
food she had been making for her husband. Gamu nodded and scurried off,
turning to smile at me as she went. Mrs. Mbwanga then invited me in, or
should I say 'ordered' me inside and lead me into the living room, where
Dwayne was still playing GTA5. She switched the television off, mid-game
and sent a frustrated Dwayne to his bedroom, he also smiled at me as he
left.

"Sit down, Curtis". She said. My husband would like to speak to you before
you go, he will be back in a minute, he is just collecting our other
daughter from her friends house.

Mrs. Mbwanga disappeared to fetch me a glass of cold water. I thanked her
and continued to wait for what I assumed would be the lecture of my life.

A few minutes later a car pulled up outside, Deloris went to greet them and
spoke in Shona so that I could only guess what they were saying. I heard
footsteps presumably as Thandazai ran up to her room. As Mr. Mwbanga
entered the living room, I rose up to greet him, but was unable to bring
myself to look him in the face. I presented him my right hand, which he
stared at as he said in a strong Zimbabwean accent. "So you like my
daughter?"

'This is it' I thought. 'First impression time' I HAVE to say the right
thing. "Gamucharai is an incredible young woman" I started.

"Indeed she is, son" He spoke sternly, not permitting me to continue. "And
what's more, Curtis, my friend, is that she is an incredible young woman
who belongs, to me". There was no room for manoeuvre in his tone. "My wife
and I created her", he paused after every few words, "intentionally, and by
the grace of God, she is destined to great things, I did not bring her into
this world, and spend sixteen years raising her to be a Proverbs 31 woman
of God, for YOU, to fuck!" He paused at length.

"I hear you sir". I said, still not daring to look him in the face.

"I may allow Gamucharai to continue to see you on occasion as a FRIEND" he
emphasised. "But if you so much as scratch your balls at the thought of my
angel, let alone touch her body, I will personally take pleasure in ripping
your scrotum from beneath you with my bare hands, and I will feed it to the
crocodiles". He had finished. The fact that there are no crocodiles did not
make his threat any less believable. I looked up at his face, perplexed at
how remarkably similar he looked to Tabita's dad. I must admit, I did not
really get a good look at Tabita's dad in the Kebab shop but he and
Mr. Mbwanga could be twins. 'Perhaps they come from the same tribe' I
thought to myself. "I have said all I need to say, young man" he added. "We
know where we stand". It was clear that he did not trust me, but he fully
trusted in his ability to be able to carry out his threat. He called for
his children "Gamucharai, Thandazi, Kudakwashe," he called, preferring to
call Dwayne by his Shona middle name 'Kudakwashe'. Gamu arrived immediately
and presented her father with a tray of food. Dwayne followed closely
behind, and finally Tabita crept in.

'Fuck' I thought. 'What is Tabita doing here?, and where is this Thandazi?

As Charles prepared to address them I tried to get Tabita's attention, but
she refused to catch my eye, I slowly realised the ugly truth. Tabita IS
Thandazi. No wonder Mr. Mbwanga looks so familiar, it was HIM I saw in the
Kebab shop last week. Everything fell into place. Tabita had told me she
had a older sister in another school, I hadn't realised it was Gamu. Dwayne
had told me that Thandazi was my age and in my school, but I hadn't clocked
that he was talking about Tabita because they had always referred to her as
Thandazi. Nobody ever pronounces their surname the same twice, so I hadn't
realised Tabita was 'Tabita Mbwanga'. She hd been out when I had dropped
Dwayne home last friday, and neither Tabita or Gamu were at church on
Sunday. 'Tabita IS Thandazai?' I asked myself.

"Yes she is" Deloris answered, surprising me, as I hadn't realised that I
had said that out loud. "But she doesn't like her Shona name being
mispronounced, so she chose 'Tabita' to use in school.

"I didn't know". I looked baffled.

"Is there any particular reason why this would matter?". Charles starkly
asked me.

I couldn't let on that I knew what was behind his questioning. "Not really
sir". I confirmed. "But, its just a little strange that I became friends
with all both Gamucharai and Thandazi and I never figured out that they are
sisters".  "They have not figured that out themselves yet". Deloris
softened the blow.

I finally caught Thandazi's eye, and she mouthed 'sorry'.

I was destroyed. I was falling bigtime for Gamu, and had just endured her
father threatening to rip my dick off and feed it to his crocodiles if I so
much as look at her wrongly, and yet, unbeknown to him, his under-age
daughter, is carrying MY child. 'This is fucked' I thought, 'Gamu will not
want me if she finds out I got her kid sister pregnant'.

Mr. Mwbanga finally got round to saying what he called them all there
for. "Curtis will be joining us for dinner after church on Sunday, and
you," he pointed and Gamu and Thandi, "will treat him as a brother, and
ONLY as a brother".

I wanted to get out of there, my mind was fucked. "Sir, I would be
delighted to accept your invitation on Sunday, and Jaydon is bring me to
church, but sir, if you don't mind, I must leave now, as my mother is
expecting me home before ten".

"Good boy". He replied, patting me on the back and leading me to the
door. I turned to acknowledge everyone, and in a second glance, and with a
series of 'looks' I managed to converse with everyone without saying a
word.

Gamu's look said 'is everything ok?', my reply said 'yes babes, I'll call
you tomorrow'. Thandi's look was apologetic and told me NOT to let anyone
know that I was the father of her child, she knew my reply meant that we
had to talk later. Dwayne's look said 'what the fuck is going on', and it
said it so profoundly, that Deloris slapped him for swearing. I left the
room, and was walked to the door by the man of the house. He offered me a
lift home, but I refused graciously, in case he had wanted to meet my
mother.

I jogged down the road and through the town, pissed off and bemused by the
evenings revelations.  I passed Antonio who was sitting on the wooden bench
outside the leisure centre drinking a can of super-strength. It was clear
that it was not his first either. He looked rough.

I jogged up the High Street arriving at Ivy's shop just as she was pulling
the shutters down.

"Just in time, Curtis". She said, assuming that I had come by for a drink
or a snack. "What did you want?".

"A hug" I cried.

"Oh my dear, what on earth is wrong, lad" Ivy asked, hugging me closely
like a Grannie. She went to call for Doris, knowing that I'm closer to
Doris because of her jokey personality, but I stopped her, requiring
nothing more than the hug I was receiving. Though it lasted for several
minutes, she showed no signs of frustration with me even as my tears wet
her shoulder. "Do you want to tell me what this is all about, son?" She
asked lovingly.

"I will do" I admitted, "but not today, Ivy, today I just needed that
hug". I thanked her.

"The police came by to speak to me today about our 'friend' and had a look
at the CCTV" she said, wondering if that had anything to do with my woe.

"Yeah, they came to see me in school too, I promise you I haven't touched
that man, and that is not what I'm upset about". I explained.

"Ah, so its a girl" Ivy smiled.

"Two actually" I nodded, half-smiling. "I need to go home, thank you for
being there for me".

"Any time". She smiled. "We love you Curtis". As I walked out of the shop I
muttered incomprehendably 'only because you don't know me'.

She couldn't have heard what I said, but perhaps guessing by the tone, read
my self-pity. "Curtis, whatever it is that you have done, Doris and I
really love you".

I smiled back at her as she added "And Doris' friend Nora thinks your a
spunk too". I laughed out loud through the tears, remembering Nora from the
pool, and also from Bekki's bedroom window.

Nobody was home, I removed my tracksuit and skins and put on my
dressing-gown. Ten minutes later Kemal's girlfriends cousin came by for her
ounce, dropping me £200. I took it upstairs and wrapped it with the
£390 of drug money already stashed. I also put the £40 I hadn't spent
back with my other money wrap, keeping my drug money separate from any
other money I had, so I always knew where I stood. I noted down what I had
sold and added 'Dale' to my list as NUMBER 12. Though it was less than 12
hours, it seemed like days ago that I had got head from him so much had
happened since.

I called Thandazi. "You must have known I have been seeing Gamu, and
hanging with Dwayne, fuck it Tabita I even went to your Church on Sunday,
and you didn't say anything".

"I wasn't sure". She replied. "We don't talk to each other in my family,
Curtis, I didn't know you had gone to my church, I just heard that Dwayne
took two friends, and I didn't know that Gamu was seeing YOU, I knew she
was seeing someone".

"OK babes, I believe you".

"I know you want Gamu, Curtis". She spoke frankly. "I know you don't want
me, and this baby is gonna fuck everything up, there's only one thing I can
think of to do".

"Don't get rid of it Thandi"

"I'm not talking about getting rid of it". She replied. "I'm gonna tell
mummy and daddy that I was raped".

"By who?". I pryed.

"It doesn't matter by who" she continued plotting. "I won't even tell them
a name, I can say I didn't even know him, that way, they'll start loving me
again, and you'll be off the hook".

"Sleep on it". I suggested. "We'll talk tomorrow".

Coach Mark had messaged me 'Very proud of you today son', and with my
thoughts on the days sliver lining, I drifted off to sleep.

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