After a stroll in the park on a beautiful day, perfect for youth and romance that the youth is entitled to enjoy, they got to her place so fast you would have thought there was a fire or they were quick to go hide evidence of some huge ass case. They couldn’t hold it together any more. Were it not for the urge to conserve energy needed for what was about to go down, they could have kicked down the door to be repaired after their urges they had had been served, and sense set in. Blood rushing, eye balls outgrowing the eyelids, an unexplainable choke on their throats, hands that couldn’t stay calm. It was time! They were ripe!
Forget the brief delay courtesy of her shaky hands lacking in precision to hit the keyhole on the first try while opening the door. They don’t remember if they shut the door behind them. But he remembers how his favorite shirt got torn and lost its buttons. Pants flew and kisses flooded as passion engulfed them. Blood threatening to leak out fast from his woody. Mourns of ‘touch me, enter me’ were heard. And just when he was about to, it suddenly dawned on him that he didnt have a single rubber in his wallet.
He put his pants back in a huff and rushed out to get much needed protection. She cheered him to hurry with urge almost killing her. He missed afew steps going down the stair case but focus and urge collected him. Got to the nearest shop and bought a pack of 3 and went back as fast as he had come.
He got to the door, pushed, but it was locked. He knocked and she didn’t answer. Knocked again calling out her name. She came to the door and threw out his boxer shorts and torn shirt (he was in a t-shirt to the shop) through the door’s porthole. “TC aki siezi!” She said to him to his utter disbelief. ‘”Siku ingine. I have only known you for a week!” He pleaded but she remained adamant that it wasn’t going to go down. Atleast not that day or never.
‘Its been a year since!’ Top Cat (TC) thought to himself as he checked out the torn shirt hang in his closet like a memento. He turned and looked at Miss Turn Coat(TC) laying on his bed naked. He doused an alluring aftershave, smiled, or more like an evil grin and … leaned over to kiss her and at that very moment, woke up from his dream! He jumped out of bed, went to closet and took out the torn shirt and put it in its right place. The dustbin. What a kill joy! He hadn’t seen her ever since the DOS(Denial of Service)!