before the rain
The man looked out at the faces in the room, the earnest faces of the young and ambitious, the cynical, jaded, tired faces of the more experienced. He wondered if the members of the latter group could remember when they'd crossed the line.
Was it when dreams died, happy relationships soured? Had their eyes seen too much death, ears heard too many deceptive words? Perhaps their hearts had been filled with hope, then left to wither.
It was purely an academic exercise. It wasn't as if he cared. He was indifferent to them.
It was the lives of the young he loved, lives like kobe beef, force-fed with promising futures, alive with love and sex, full of energy and spirit.
We are what we eat.
He looked at his watch, annoyed the man at the dais was taking up a lot of valuable time, time better spent with his latest choice. He smiled and mustered a small chuckle as those around him responded to something witty the speaker had said.
Immediately afterwards, his forehead crinkled slightly. His timing was off, he wasn't keeping up. He allowed himself another small chuckle aloud, and the man at the dais turned around, smiled at him and made another quip at his expense.
This time his timing was perfect and he felt better almost immediately.
As we have faith it shall be, so shall it be. Universe unfolded a satisfactory conclusion to the proceedings in under two minutes.
He picked up his gym bag, made pleasantries, shook a few hands, did his job well.
He was highly motivated to do so. He had important work to do.
He arrived at the Big Wheel with seven minutes to spare before the ad hoc school ended for the day. He glanced through the glass above him, the night shield still several hours away from closing.
He looked out from the school playground area of the wheel at the group of farms in the next segment. The blue light was on.
The rain would be an English gardener's dream, no wind, no driving torrents, nothing to beat the plants down.
He smiled. The God of which his acquaintances spoke so highly could scarcely deliver him a better rain than Wally O'Brien or Jack Redstone.
His watch issued a barely-audible beep.
Navica would be coming in a minute or two, probably headed to the bathroom to relieve both herself and her burgeoning sexual tension if she could get away from her friends.
And there she was, suddenly, alone by some strange miracle. Looking around, his Navica, searching for someone.
Ah. The boy. Had he lacked self-control, the man's jaw would have dropped open. Navica was headed for a tryst.
First, she was headed to the washroom. He took a chance by letting his usual opportunity go by.
The boy went to the washroom as well, and was out in a couple of minutes. A couple of his friends in-the-know stopped briefly to kibitz coarsely about the kid's date with Navica.
When Navica came out, she was transformed. Her normally primly combed hair was in bloom, an extra blouse button was undone and her walk was definitely not in keeping with the tenor of normal school regulations.
The boy took her hand and Navica went from all-teeth and giggles to Mona Lisa in an instant.
They walked a walk of mutual seduction, slow, not altogether in one coherent direction, but always towards some form of consummation. The boy whispered whatever the secret words were these days, and Navica responded with a few of her own, her normal nervous giggly persona vanishing into something more subtle & sublime, as passion and wantonness came over her.
By the time they reached the rain zone in fifteen minutes of walking and negotiating, they had covered a full 35 metres in to the farm area. Measured by walking standards, a poor performance, but if the objective was simply to find a place to be private and to share each other, one had to consider it to be an outstanding success.
One could always learn from the young. The man had never noticed it before, but because the blue rain light was on in AgriZone 5, there was almost nobody there.
He almost walked over another couple who had developed the same plan. They were a lot older, though, and their machinations seemed empty of the kind of fulfilment he was looking for.
Navica and her date were now entering the groves, a little extra height, something with a little heft to support a variety of acts & positions.
Aha, the largest tree, in fact, a place where Navica could turn the tables, show a little of the stuff little girls were made of. A place to push him up against the tree, drop to her knees and answer any questions he might have had about her previous experiences in a fairly convincing way.
The man thought he would have given her about a 9.0 on technical merit, but he was down with the French judge on artistic achievement.
He'd found a place behind another tree and watched her performance. He hoped the boy wouldn't let him down.
The young man in fact had prepped himself rather well for this assignment.
The man could tell the boy was getting close to a decision, and Navica's eyes had risen to his face, wanting so much for a sign that they would be moving on to other forms of sexual activity.
The boy's subtle message was delivered by bending down and lifting her up by her armpits. This was fraught with danger for the young man apparently, a potential for kissing on the mouth which he wished to avoid for some reason.
His plan was to turn her around and urge her up against the tree, a hand pushing with a certain degree of enthusiasm into the middle of her back.
Welcome to doggy-style, Navica.
If first impressions were anything to go by, "doggy-style" was a big hit with Navica. The man heard words spluttering from her he didn't even know she knew.
The boy was starting to show signs of disappointing, however, the telltale sounds of pre-orgasmic, highly disorganized speech, puffing away and pumping Navica hard, ready to end it way too soon.
Time to go-with-the-flow, if that was the phrase of the hour.
The man knew it was time to make his own heart beat faster. He stepped out boldly, as he always did, one tool in his right hand, one tool in his left.
A slow, silent creep in broad daylight, how could anybody else be there but them?
It was perfect, Navica's face almost at the bottom of the tree as the boy swelled up to climax.
At the first sound of release, the man jammed the spiral cut barbeque skewer into the boy's brain and wiggled it.
Three steps, instant death, no twitching.
The boy just stopped.
Whatever it was Navica was expecting didn't happen for her either. She had been climaxing quite a while before the boy disappeared.
She felt no pain when the syringe was jammed in.
As everything turned grey & fuzzy and drifted away into black, Navica thought briefly that the conclusion of her first vaginal intercourse hadn't ended quite the way she expected.
Was it when dreams died, happy relationships soured? Had their eyes seen too much death, ears heard too many deceptive words? Perhaps their hearts had been filled with hope, then left to wither.
It was purely an academic exercise. It wasn't as if he cared. He was indifferent to them.
It was the lives of the young he loved, lives like kobe beef, force-fed with promising futures, alive with love and sex, full of energy and spirit.
We are what we eat.
He looked at his watch, annoyed the man at the dais was taking up a lot of valuable time, time better spent with his latest choice. He smiled and mustered a small chuckle as those around him responded to something witty the speaker had said.
Immediately afterwards, his forehead crinkled slightly. His timing was off, he wasn't keeping up. He allowed himself another small chuckle aloud, and the man at the dais turned around, smiled at him and made another quip at his expense.
This time his timing was perfect and he felt better almost immediately.
As we have faith it shall be, so shall it be. Universe unfolded a satisfactory conclusion to the proceedings in under two minutes.
He picked up his gym bag, made pleasantries, shook a few hands, did his job well.
He was highly motivated to do so. He had important work to do.
He arrived at the Big Wheel with seven minutes to spare before the ad hoc school ended for the day. He glanced through the glass above him, the night shield still several hours away from closing.
He looked out from the school playground area of the wheel at the group of farms in the next segment. The blue light was on.
The rain would be an English gardener's dream, no wind, no driving torrents, nothing to beat the plants down.
He smiled. The God of which his acquaintances spoke so highly could scarcely deliver him a better rain than Wally O'Brien or Jack Redstone.
His watch issued a barely-audible beep.
Navica would be coming in a minute or two, probably headed to the bathroom to relieve both herself and her burgeoning sexual tension if she could get away from her friends.
And there she was, suddenly, alone by some strange miracle. Looking around, his Navica, searching for someone.
Ah. The boy. Had he lacked self-control, the man's jaw would have dropped open. Navica was headed for a tryst.
First, she was headed to the washroom. He took a chance by letting his usual opportunity go by.
The boy went to the washroom as well, and was out in a couple of minutes. A couple of his friends in-the-know stopped briefly to kibitz coarsely about the kid's date with Navica.
When Navica came out, she was transformed. Her normally primly combed hair was in bloom, an extra blouse button was undone and her walk was definitely not in keeping with the tenor of normal school regulations.
The boy took her hand and Navica went from all-teeth and giggles to Mona Lisa in an instant.
They walked a walk of mutual seduction, slow, not altogether in one coherent direction, but always towards some form of consummation. The boy whispered whatever the secret words were these days, and Navica responded with a few of her own, her normal nervous giggly persona vanishing into something more subtle & sublime, as passion and wantonness came over her.
By the time they reached the rain zone in fifteen minutes of walking and negotiating, they had covered a full 35 metres in to the farm area. Measured by walking standards, a poor performance, but if the objective was simply to find a place to be private and to share each other, one had to consider it to be an outstanding success.
One could always learn from the young. The man had never noticed it before, but because the blue rain light was on in AgriZone 5, there was almost nobody there.
He almost walked over another couple who had developed the same plan. They were a lot older, though, and their machinations seemed empty of the kind of fulfilment he was looking for.
Navica and her date were now entering the groves, a little extra height, something with a little heft to support a variety of acts & positions.
Aha, the largest tree, in fact, a place where Navica could turn the tables, show a little of the stuff little girls were made of. A place to push him up against the tree, drop to her knees and answer any questions he might have had about her previous experiences in a fairly convincing way.
The man thought he would have given her about a 9.0 on technical merit, but he was down with the French judge on artistic achievement.
He'd found a place behind another tree and watched her performance. He hoped the boy wouldn't let him down.
The young man in fact had prepped himself rather well for this assignment.
The man could tell the boy was getting close to a decision, and Navica's eyes had risen to his face, wanting so much for a sign that they would be moving on to other forms of sexual activity.
The boy's subtle message was delivered by bending down and lifting her up by her armpits. This was fraught with danger for the young man apparently, a potential for kissing on the mouth which he wished to avoid for some reason.
His plan was to turn her around and urge her up against the tree, a hand pushing with a certain degree of enthusiasm into the middle of her back.
Welcome to doggy-style, Navica.
If first impressions were anything to go by, "doggy-style" was a big hit with Navica. The man heard words spluttering from her he didn't even know she knew.
The boy was starting to show signs of disappointing, however, the telltale sounds of pre-orgasmic, highly disorganized speech, puffing away and pumping Navica hard, ready to end it way too soon.
Time to go-with-the-flow, if that was the phrase of the hour.
The man knew it was time to make his own heart beat faster. He stepped out boldly, as he always did, one tool in his right hand, one tool in his left.
A slow, silent creep in broad daylight, how could anybody else be there but them?
It was perfect, Navica's face almost at the bottom of the tree as the boy swelled up to climax.
At the first sound of release, the man jammed the spiral cut barbeque skewer into the boy's brain and wiggled it.
Three steps, instant death, no twitching.
The boy just stopped.
Whatever it was Navica was expecting didn't happen for her either. She had been climaxing quite a while before the boy disappeared.
She felt no pain when the syringe was jammed in.
As everything turned grey & fuzzy and drifted away into black, Navica thought briefly that the conclusion of her first vaginal intercourse hadn't ended quite the way she expected.
