HIT AND RUN

It was over in an instant. But in that instant, the inclination was a polarized drift against a tinged sensation on that sensually charged body.

Well, she wore a dour character with the prospect of him leaving the vicinity which loomed with each impending second that elapsed.

"I think al need my panty back now."

This was just another cold sentiment, maybe to retract his already made up mind. Her straightened hair played in a disarrayed dispensation all round her aged face. And she continually bit into her lower lip as if to devour what the man had said a split minute earlier.

"I am sorry I have to go."

"My Father needs me to take care of someone else urgently."

That was the explanation he had for her. She genuinely looked convinced but him, a clear blurry of emotion wrote across his youthful face.

"It's ok Timmy, I think I could have you some other time, right?"

"Tomorrow to be precise, that is if you can shake off the worldly beings."

And he had lifted the gigantic pair of panties from under himself to hand it to her. It seemed like a size thirty nine to the waist and she had put it on underneath her skirt, as he slipped into his cassock in rapid earnest.

Silently calm, he roared the car to life as she continued to straighten and spruce herself up. He cast another glance at her and the Peugeot 504 sped up the feeder road towards Kiplombe all the way leading to Eldoret town.

"This is where we part ways, the spirit is calling on me somewhere around here."

He informed as the lady was left by the side of the road and the Peugeot 504 diverted into another feeder road up the Eldoret altitude.

There about twenty yards away, a lady half the age of the previous woman had set up a picnic site.

"Welcome pastor, I have been waiting for you."

"Come, have a spot, I thought you'd be hungry so I brought some food along."

"Thanks, that's so kind of you, in fact I am indeed hungry."

He was ushered from that automobile to the spot in the shade away from the mid afternoon sun. The lady looked a younger version of the other woman. Her smile was particularly bright as compared to the older lady.

"So Lucy, let us pray."

And he had led the woman into a bout of a hysterical prayer, all the while caressing her hands in gentle seductive strokes. Then he unearthed the Bible from somewhere within the cassock and placed it in the piece of cloth laid out.

"And the Lord said; love your neighbor as you love yourself."

"That you go into the world and procreate and fill it up."

Timmy continued with an interlude of gibberish as the lady was presented forth to the heavenly father.

"The lord has instructed me to tell you that you will get a husband soon and have three children."

The man of the cloak was then engulfed by a foreign entity taking over his humanly form. He was shaking all over, as if having a fit.

"Here receive my father's blessing, don't refuse it, just embrace it."

Lucy relaxed as the man of the word started to passionately kiss her, blessing her, undressing her, well; she was receiving the father's blessing. She needed it, she needed a husband yes, and this man had the track record for praying for such, and prayers were answered.

Later, they had shared the meal and drove off into the early evening sun as the automobile whirled a cloud of dust with its passage. Lucy was dropped off ten minutes later and the man went to park the car in front of the church.

"Sister, praise the lord."

He called out at a young woman who was also entering the church.

"Praise the lord pastor."

"I was coming to see you and thank the lord that I am just in time."

She had a fancy hair style that zigzagged all across her head. She wore no make-up and her dress was plainly simple. He couldn't remember her name but it was something like Reggie or was it Regina. Well, whatever her name, she had the gist of sending a flow of blood to all the right areas.

"Yes sister here I am, let's go inside."

She looked a whole lot like Rita, the girl who had made him what he was. Timmy was a pastor and marriage counselor for a short period of seven months, that is, before he met Rita.

"Can you believe that my husband is leaving me for another woman?"

"Don't worry Rita for the lord says that the wages of sin is death."

"And he will be punished for his sins sister, just take heart."

Rita was in her early twenties maybe his age mate. Her youthfulness firmly reminded him of the type of wife he would have loved to have, hadn't he been a man of the word.

"Pastor, I need you to come hold a counsel session at my house with my husband, maybe this will help."

So at two thirty the next day Timmy had set off for the member of the folk's house. Those were the days still when the Peugeot 504 could cruise to speeds of up to one hundred and twenty, without an occasional choke of black smoke expelled through the exhaust pipe.

He was welcomed by a dark green dressed lady at the door. Her body was draped with this firm fitting dress that was embroidered with a lace of light green at the hems, creating a clear distinction between the two colours.

"Come in pastor, just have a seat, we will be with you in a short while."

The room was neatly arranged. The air fresh, the ambience perfectly serene and the pictures on the wall was of a single being only; not even a single picture of the husband or a man. She emerged from the inner rooms wielding a new scent that was most alluring.

"So Pastor, what is your real name."

"I am Brother Timothy, Tim Pany."

"Timothy, yeah, Timmy."

Rita then walked to the door and turned the key anti-clockwise and removed it from the lock and walked back to the couch.

"Sorry Timmy, I have no husband and this was the best way to get you here."

"Why worry about my not agreeing to come, the lord does not serve his people by choosing who to visit or not."

And she had moved closer to him at the couch. The allure of her perfume was now biting into his nostrils in a phenomenally remarkable way.

"I wanted to help you Timmy."

"I know that you are a young man and lonely."

"And here I am, I know you are attracted to me for I am to you."

His eyes continued to stare at the floor and then he looked into her eyes.

"I rebuke the devil in you Rita in the name of the father."

And he pulled himself up to reach for the door. It was locked and she had the key.

"If you want to leave come get the key."

She slipped the key into her breasts and stamped her feet. It was a daunting task and when he finally did, he was holding onto the second twin of her breasts with his other hand. She had no bra underneath that dress and he was basically putting his hand where he wanted it to be all along.

Again here was Regina, the girl who constantly reminded him of Rita. Rita the girl who had made his life something else to what he thought it would be.

"Pastor, things are headed for the worst."

"He has decided to leave me.

Timmy looked on. His mission here was on the verge of ending. He just needed one more conquest and he would be done with it.

"It's ok Regina, the lord always has a way for everyone."

He said as he held onto her hands.

"The lord always has a way for everyone."

For the first time since he embarked on this mission he felt sorry for his would be victim. She was the ninety ninth target one shy of his targeted number and she seemed desperately vulnerable. And he couldn't do it.

"Regina, can I get back to you in a short while?"

He entered into the Peugeot 504 automobile. He was sick to the head. Rita had gave him this dreaded thing for breaking his virginity; The HIV/AIDS Virus. And he had passed it on nonetheless, that is, to would be ninety eight people.

The car was roared to life and he drove off disappearing into the uncertain future.

 

Beware some servants of the cloak are deceivers. Am not an atheist but this was inspired from real events so watch out. A preacher duped a substantial number of women into having sexual relations with him all for the promise that, he would bless them to have husbands and children.

 

 

 

TIM MEETS GIRL

It's been said that the mind sometimes recedes to a cryptic sleep, an elliptical trance which has forever remained mysterious within human comprehension. Cryptic sleep, but this wasn't one of those. This was way beyond what I could have possibly imagined, a hypnotic state, making it even more real than reality in itself as she entered the vicinity.

And smile she had, a smile that tinged a shade of happiness that couldn't be found anyhow within a dream. A smile that melted a heart long lost in frozen dementia, melted into a one perceived eternal bliss.

"What is that you are always writing?"

She had asked as she picked up the manuscript, Pany's chronicles, from the work station in front of me.

"A little bit of everything."

The book was then impishly dropped, dropped as she walked away to disappear behind carrel thirteen. Impulsively, I stared once more at the book that I had been staring down for the last one and a half hours or so, it was so neatly original; nothing had been written on it.

Wow, she sure had to have been ripped directly from my fantasies this Brit as she was synonymously referred to.

Britney was her name and the most remarkable mold of femininity that I had ever come across. Realistically, she was the one girl of my dreams, the subject of my fantasies, and just plainly, gorgeous. Well, the girl of my dreams had just vanished behind carrel thirteen and wasn't coming back.

Not coming back she was, as I gazed hard towards the scene of her last sighting, carrel thirteen.

Carrel thirteen, carrel thirteen, a white light, carrel thirteen, and finally out of nowhere she was in sight taxing directly towards me from behind carrel thirteen.

"Hey, what is that you are writing?"

It was a mere inquisition.

"A little bit of everything."

And she picked up the book to look at the contents. Her hands held it firmly to hide that lovely face behind the manuscript, as only an unknown coloured set of nails protruded to within sight.

"Oh, it's good to see, so are some kind of writer or something?"

"Yeah, I am."

It couldn't be helped this habit I had lately, writing, silence, not writing, more silence, damn, I couldn't even tell what habit I had for basically, no habit was going on around me. But I could assert this one habit, fantasy, this was one that never ceased to remain constant within my timid self, and hand in hand it went with Britney.

So here she was, this Britney.

"But inspiration has deserted me today."

The book was then impishly handed back to me and then she smiled, a lazy smile that derived no immediate meaning.

"I think you need a break."

"Come on, let me show you something."

A hand gently grabbed an arm directing me to stand up from the seat. She continued to pull onto it marshaling me to follow. Though stronger than her, her will power was immensely superior to mine and I obliged without much hesitation because of the way she looked into my eyes, staring into them like they were infra red.

Minutes later we were patched at the roof top of the building. Britney was extremely agile as we panted our way up the treacherous fire escape, in the process doing some pretty weird maneuvers. Guess she was used to this sort of thing. Somehow, somewhere a few storeys below, the unsuspecting humanity walked unawares of the two pairs of eyes staring down at them.

"What is the craziest thing you ever did today?"

To be accurate I hadn't done anything snug like having a snuggly moment such as a warm embrace, as this moment was silently writing in my mind. But within me, this had to be the craziest thing I did today, apart from my purported writing of course.

"Hey, see that man over there?"

She was pointing at a lone man walking clumsily across the street. The man's head shone against the late afternoon sun and she picked up a pebble and threw it at him hitting his head.

"Hey, you up there, what are you doing?"

Shouted the man as he pointed towards where we were safely patched. Britney instantaneously turned to me.

"This is not a good time but right about now I could say RUN."

And run we did descending down a flight of stairs at blistering speeds to disappear into an alley below. Britney then stopped and looked at me.

"Damn, are you crazy?"

She was asked as I pinned her to the wall. She didn't answer only laughing.

"No am not."

"Am just trying to give you what you've not had for a while, fun."

She unpinned herself from the pin to scatter down the streets. I followed suit not knowing what else to do. Then I stopped to recollect why it was again that I was following this beaut. She looked back over her shoulder and stopped again.

"Are you coming or not?"

She called out and I followed. Surely, this girl was starting to make me feel things that had only but been in my imagination lately, adventure, excitement, joy, things I had started to forget about.

"That's more like it a smile, you have a lovely smile."

Well, yet again I found myself staring down at her face while the mind thing was playing along. It had to be me mesmerizing the mesmeric moment of her walk in front of me, gracefully, and she stopped to find me smiling under my fantasying breath.

"I knew it was a matter of time, admit it, I make you smile don't I?"

Pause.

"Well, come on, I thought we were going swimming."

Scampering towards the river she ran. And I ran after her for all I cared. Halfway down the path that trickled to the river she had already stripped, and she dived into the river disappearing under the lukewarm liquid.

"Come on, jump in the water is warm."

I couldn't, I didn't have a bathing suit underneath as she did, or a pair of spare pants hidden somewhere inside my bag sack.

"No I can't, I don't have a bathing suit like you."

"You can naked I suppose, and I promise to look the other way."

And the other way did she look as I stripped out of my clothes stark naked to jump into the pool. We swam for a couple of minutes before she got out of the water and ran up the path with my clothes laughing her lungs out.

Then she came back minutes later herself fully dressed.

"I dare you to walk out of there if you are man enough."

Man enough, I wasn't. But foolishly courageous, I guess I could give it a try, only on second thought it wasn't a good idea.

"We could do this for as long as it takes, come get 'em."

And go get her I did. I walked out of the pool straight up for her, not hiding, not holding back, just walking unafraid of my nakedness to stop in front of her.

"I dare you not to give me my clothes back."

A shy smile was playing across my face, uncharacteristic of my despairing self.

"I guess not."

Anyway, I leaned over to plant a kiss on her dearly lips.

"Wait."

She implored.

"Is anything wrong?"

"No, its just that I have never kissed someone I don't know his name before."

"I am Tim."

And her response was rapid, violating the moment starting to ensue. It was a clear shift the response.

"Dude are you nuts, I know who you are buster."

And she had vanished from carrel thirteen, leaving me with this heavily bearded man who had just brought me the drink he should have forty minutes ago. I shifted my gaze again to that prior spot; no one had appeared from there, not even Britney.

I again shifted the gaze back to the book, nothing had been written on it, but this time I had been inspired. I picked the pen and started to draft what I had in mind;

 

TIM MEETS GIRL

And he leaned forward to plant a kiss on her dearly lips. His naked body glittered vaguely against the late evening sun which was superbly illustrated in a yellow sunset hanging somewhere in the blissful background………………………………..