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Authors: Faith Mortimer
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Tony was single himself, and at that moment without a partner, but give her one? Forget it! Tony gave a slight shudder. The last thing he would fancy. True, he was younger than she, but even so, Alicia was decidedly strange. And that included his odd tastes. He was not that desperate yet. Besides, he preferred them much younger.
Whenever he had the cash he would make his way down to Heroes’ Square in Limassol; a square that despite its name was more famous for its nightclubs and girly bars. It was currently known as the best place for the procurement of young girls and Tony adored the sticklike, skinny bodies of the underage ‘ballet dancers’ from Russia or the Ukraine. And that had been his undoing, and leading to his current predicament.
Tony didn’t want Alicia to know he was observing her, so taking a step back he slipped into the cool darkened interior of the doorway. Furtively, he watched as she walked on down the lane and around the bend out of his view. Now why go that way? Tony knew she usually ventured nearer the upper village fields for her seeds and weeds. That way was Sonja and Leslie’s usual walk down to the river. Perhaps she had a secret tryst with Leslie. Almost everyone knew they had had a fling some time back. Ha! They were welcome to each other. There again, he would not mind watching. For a brief moment his perverted mind imagined what they would do to each other.
His thoughts flitting around in his head, he couldn’t resist a snigger. No. He couldn’t be bothered with her; he had enough on his mind at that moment. Alicia and her untold baggage of sexual obsessions were definitely not for him.
Tony hoped he would have the courage to carry out what he called the final solution to his problem. It was drastic, but an ultimate and fitting conclusion that would enable him to get on with his life. As he fantasized, he felt the now familiar tingle of excitement in his belly as he began to harden. His mouth became dry, and the palms of his hands felt sticky with sweat. His breathing quickened and he pushed his greasy, lank hair out of his shining eyes with a shaky hand.
Once again, the thought of it brought the recognizable tightness in his groin. Hurriedly he re-entered the house, stuffing his cigarettes and lighter into his pocket. He was sweating rather badly now.
Tony hovered over the threshold of his bedroom. The slovenliness was all around him. Strewn clothes, opened drawers, empty cigarette packets, rubbish in every available space. None of this he noticed or cared about. Should he take a break and watch one of his little “specials” from the cardboard box under his bed? If he relieved himself it would relax him. Or maybe he should try and calm down, take a walk - everyone else seemed to be doing so this hot morning? Tony thought once again about Leslie and Alicia. Was she going to meet him?
A sudden wind blew in from across the valley; it skittered up the lane onto Tony’s balcony sending his loose papers flying and slamming his bedroom door.
Tony knew he was right; Alicia was in the true sense weird, possessing a different way of looking at things and fixing them. Conventional people lived and acted out their lives within a normal structure. Alicia did what she wanted and it was often hard to ignore her.
A pet hate of Tony’s, were the dozens of stray cats that congregated in Alicia’s malodorous courtyard and balconies. Tony was convinced she was a witch. They had had one or two lively rows when he truly thought she bordered on the insane. Alicia’s refusal to have the cats neutered, saying their numbers helped rid the village of snakes and vermin, drove Tony mad.
Perhaps, he mused, it was something to do with her religious cult that was run almost entirely by women for women. After another bitter skirmish with her, he scanned the Internet hoping for some insight into her organisation but he came up with little information. One thing he did glean; once a member always a member.
Whenever he had the cash he would make his way down to Heroes’ Square in Limassol; a square that despite its name was more famous for its nightclubs and girly bars. It was currently known as the best place for the procurement of young girls and Tony adored the sticklike, skinny bodies of the underage ‘ballet dancers’ from Russia or the Ukraine. And that had been his undoing, and leading to his current predicament.
Tony didn’t want Alicia to know he was observing her, so taking a step back he slipped into the cool darkened interior of the doorway. Furtively, he watched as she walked on down the lane and around the bend out of his view. Now why go that way? Tony knew she usually ventured nearer the upper village fields for her seeds and weeds. That way was Sonja and Leslie’s usual walk down to the river. Perhaps she had a secret tryst with Leslie. Almost everyone knew they had had a fling some time back. Ha! They were welcome to each other. There again, he would not mind watching. For a brief moment his perverted mind imagined what they would do to each other.
His thoughts flitting around in his head, he couldn’t resist a snigger. No. He couldn’t be bothered with her; he had enough on his mind at that moment. Alicia and her untold baggage of sexual obsessions were definitely not for him.
Tony hoped he would have the courage to carry out what he called the final solution to his problem. It was drastic, but an ultimate and fitting conclusion that would enable him to get on with his life. As he fantasized, he felt the now familiar tingle of excitement in his belly as he began to harden. His mouth became dry, and the palms of his hands felt sticky with sweat. His breathing quickened and he pushed his greasy, lank hair out of his shining eyes with a shaky hand.
Once again, the thought of it brought the recognizable tightness in his groin. Hurriedly he re-entered the house, stuffing his cigarettes and lighter into his pocket. He was sweating rather badly now.
Tony hovered over the threshold of his bedroom. The slovenliness was all around him. Strewn clothes, opened drawers, empty cigarette packets, rubbish in every available space. None of this he noticed or cared about. Should he take a break and watch one of his little “specials” from the cardboard box under his bed? If he relieved himself it would relax him. Or maybe he should try and calm down, take a walk - everyone else seemed to be doing so this hot morning? Tony thought once again about Leslie and Alicia. Was she going to meet him?
A sudden wind blew in from across the valley; it skittered up the lane onto Tony’s balcony sending his loose papers flying and slamming his bedroom door.
Tony knew he was right; Alicia was in the true sense weird, possessing a different way of looking at things and fixing them. Conventional people lived and acted out their lives within a normal structure. Alicia did what she wanted and it was often hard to ignore her.
A pet hate of Tony’s, were the dozens of stray cats that congregated in Alicia’s malodorous courtyard and balconies. Tony was convinced she was a witch. They had had one or two lively rows when he truly thought she bordered on the insane. Alicia’s refusal to have the cats neutered, saying their numbers helped rid the village of snakes and vermin, drove Tony mad.
Perhaps, he mused, it was something to do with her religious cult that was run almost entirely by women for women. After another bitter skirmish with her, he scanned the Internet hoping for some insight into her organisation but he came up with little information. One thing he did glean; once a member always a member.
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