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She cleared her throat and said, “Ķlěőpĥǻ. Aren’t ye moving a bit too fast for thy own good, moving as fluidly as the wind blows towards a distorted reality? Ye have never gone there with a man or a boy thy age. Ye never even kissed a boy or a man yet, but ye want to commit to the first man that makes thy loins feel like tenderloins. And for Zulu’s own good, does he truly have thy best interests at heart? Does he truly love ye, or was he out to use ye for thy body, and spit ye out like the seeds of thy favorite fruit…?”

Chanteuse’s long mane of hair was still resilient, even amidst the humidity of the room, the wet clay of the walls trapping moisture and heat, the cool breeze all about the hut, and the atmosphere covering the village, and filtering through the window balanced it all out, a PH Balance of temperature set to a level they can tolerate.

Chanteuse stared at the long, sharp dagger by her bed, with a poisonous tip, a tip, if used to penetrate the epidermis of a mortal, will kill him or her without incident.

Kill her! the demonic voice in her head screamed, and Chanteuse blinked a few times to make sure she wasn’t hearing things. Ђe dagger beckoned her, and she refused it’s call of death.

Not right now, Chanteuse thought. §he wanted to meet this Zulu character first, and have her sexual way with him, to blind him against Ķlěőpĥǻ and the beauty of her face, and of her skin, and her skin’s complexion.

Chanteuse was sophisticated, and thought as an adult woman, and had an old soul, making her seem ahead of her years. When (and if) she met him, hell when she met him, screw it, she would use her candy-coated voice to woo him, and she will wear the scantiest of garments to entice him, and probably wear her ruby red sandals, keep her nails free of resin, and stick her breasts out every chance she could get. §he smiled at the thought.

Ķlěőpĥǻ stole a glance at her, wondering what she thinking, and when Chanteuse smiled, Ķlěőpĥǻ smiled as well.

“Ķlěőpĥǻ, again, do ye think you’re moving too fast?”

“No!” Ķlěőpĥǻ stammered, pulling away from Chanteuse, getting tired of talking about it, and explaining herself. Ķlěőpĥǻ searched Chanteuse’s face with bouncing eyes.

Ķlěőpĥǻ was now over by the window, after sliding from Chanteuse’s bed, ruffling her Σgyptian linen, linen she bought (with money she wasn’t supposed to have) Chanteuse in Old Cairo when she accompanied the Σlders, early the year before, in their quest to talk to the Masters about getting more resources for the people of the Village of Opus, but to no avail.

Wanting a glimpse of the outside world, the world beyond the window, Ķlěőpĥǻ slowly pulled the drapes back, studying the way the rain fell, and the angle it fell, and the clouds they came from, huge and silvery black.

§he could really smell the rain now, a soothing smell, a smell that serenely relaxed her in a way she’s never been relaxed before.

Ђe temperature dropped drastically, it was unnaturally cool, the drapes dancing wildly on the breeze as it picked up to gushing winds, alarming both girls.

“I feel good about being in love,” Ķlěőpĥǻ said, smiling from the possibilities, and looking forward to her future. “Ђe orange moon and the gigantic, puffy clouds art signs.”

“Nocturnal signs,” corrected Chanteuse.

Ķlěőpĥǻ frowned. “No, I said it right the first time. §igns, good signs!” §he placed the palms of her hands on Chanteuse’s shoulders. “I will go to Zulu. I will show him Chad, Africa. I will teach him the ways of our land, and educate him. I will love him, and adore him, and hope that doesn’t scare him away. Σventually I want to marry him! Yes, I do! I want nothing more!”

“It is too soon for marriage, Ķlěőpĥǻ!”

“It’s too soon to let the lustful fires of men consume ye at a stone’s throw of interest, but that doesn’t stop ye from following thy heart, and going after what ye want, and desire, and, yes, needeth! He even asked me to marry him!”

“All this after one meeting, Ķlěőpĥǻ! Art ye sure he hasn’t done the Dance of the Cervix with his penis, and the power and quality of his love making hath dumbed ye down.”

“We haven’t made love, Chanteuse. Again, I’ll leave that for ye to do, it’s what ye do best, next to getting thy knees dirty, little freakish rodents they art, thy knees.”

“Ye don’t have to insult me! Chanteuse said aggressively, snatching the bottom of her drapes from Ķlěőpĥǻ’s grasp. “And what was thy initial reaction when Zulu asked ye to marry him?”

“I freaked! And I choked, embarrassingly so, like a school girl.”

“Ye art a school girl, educated in the darkness.”

Ķlěőpĥǻ ignored the jealous bitch, her face still a ball of light, a mask of delight.

And I can’t wait to turn it into a mask of fury, Chanteuse thought.

“Again, Ķlěőpĥǻ! Where does he live, and when am I going to meet him?”

Chanteuse slid into a loose fitting dress derived from the richest of fabrics that settled a few inches below her amazing romp.

“Honestly,” Ķlěőpĥǻ started, contemplating telling Chanteuse her secret. §he rushed over to her and took her face in her hands, and held her breath for the last time.

Promise me I can trust ye with this information.”

Chanteuse’s eyes sparkled like snapping fire from the nostrils of a dragon.

“I promise Ķlěőpĥǻ.” §he crossed her heart with her right hand, her left behind her back.

“Ok, here goes. Zulu is here in the Village of Opus. One of the women helped me, and he resides close by.”

“Ђat’s wonderful news!” Chanteuse said blandly.

§o he’s here in the Village of Opus, Chanteuse thought, plotting.

“Ђat’s not even the best part! Ђe best part is that I am hiding him out in my room, and have for the past few weeks.”

“It’s been a few weeks? With a complete stranger amongst us, surely someone notices.”

“No, no one does. He’s very inconspicuous. I’m going to hide him until I figure it out, Chanteuse.

Chanteuse thought: Yes, I will figure something out, now I know he resides with ye and thy crazy Italian mother! And they have no knowledge of it! How can I play this game and come out the victor? Just thinking about it has me wet between my thighs!

Imagining Zulu deep inside me gave me chills!

And I hadn’t even laid eyes on him as of yet…

To be continued…

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