seance on a wet afternoon (standard:romance, 1015 words)
Author: DAVID TUMUSIIME	Added: Jan 11 2003	Views/Reads: 3663/2379	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
the story is about two people being unfaithful to their partners with each other.

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clear. I can see outside. I remember a childhood rhyme. 

Rain, rain, go away The children want to play Please come another day 

Rain, rain, go away Please come another day The children want to play 

I feel hands on my breasts. His ticklish breath against my neck, ear,
cheek. His chin on the bare part of my shoulder, I feel the bristles of 
beard. I try to wriggle away but it's useless. His body is locked into 
mine shell-like. 

“How long have you been here?” he asks. 

His voice is deep and measured. It reminds me of the spiky hairs that
project out of the smooth skin of a caterpillar. 

“Not long” I lie. 

His hands around my stomach, under my red-floral patterned blouse,
hesitate. He does not believe me. He slides them down my hips and makes 
them meet between my thighs. This is what he expects. 

He pulls me down to the bed. I lie with my back to him. He is pressing
very closely to me. His hand is under my skirt. Out of the darkness, in 
the corner, the bunch of matooke is watching. 

He tosses my g-string underwear onto the sofa chair. It lies on his
black trouser glowing yellow-white. 

“Turn over,” he whispers. 

I do. 

“I love you,” he says. 

“I love you,” I reply. 

“I love only you,” he says. 

“I love only you,” I reply. 

We are silent facing each other, listening to the rain. Iam looking into
his black eyes and he is looking into my brown eyes. 

I am lost in his eyes. 

The rain has stopped. The sky is gray-white and there are no clouds. The
air is cold and chilly and clean. The trees and the shrubs on both 
sides of the road are shiny green, drooping downwards. 

I am alone on the tarmac road walking quickly. Walking on the edge. The
road stretches out before me like a wet diamond snake in mud. I am 
hurrying home to make my husband supper. I am hurrying so that my 
lover's lover will not meet me on this road. 

THE END 


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