The things we did, the shame I carried with me after I left Sylvester's house, the calmness and peace I felt immediately after my last orgasm, these were new emotions and sensations. Especially the calmness. It was unfamiliar because each time I have sex or masturbate, even though i orgasm, the itch is always present. It would be dull but still present. Except for this once. For the first 20 minutes after we were done and I was waiting for the taxi I ordered, my body was calm. No itch. Nothing. Just a deep sense of peace and coolness. Even when he was washing me with his hands, deliberately sliding all over my body slowly. I was so satiated, I just wanted to sleep. Something that has never happened before. Not even with Riley.
Then the taxi arrived and I had to leave. I have never felt so reluctant about anything.
It was when the taxi started jostling me around on some uneven parts of the road on my way out of that slum that the itch came back. I was so engrossed in other feelings that I didn't even notice it was back until I was almost at the florist shop.
I cursed out at the driver but only in my heart.
By the time I got back to the florist, it was early evening, around 4pm. As usual, there were lots of clients. Since it was the weekend, it was expected.
I checked the truck and saw that it was loaded and ready to go. The shop closes at 5pm on weekdays and at 7pm on weekends only on paper and on the signpost. In reality, mornings are always slow and evenings are always busy from Monday to Saturdays. The sales reps have on several occasions hurried to the shop to serve one or more of our affluent customers who treat Sundays as working days.
I walked into the shop and was headed for the rest room when I heard him clear his throat. I already knew who it was but I wasn't ready to face him yet. I had left the house to try get rid of his memories and I didn't just succeed, I made new discoveries. But I was really hoping that I could avoid him for a few days more. I was sure it would be possible because he was supposed to be sick. So what was he doing at the shop at that time of the day and where was Sophia?!
Reluctantly, I turned to face Uncle Ron who was standing in front of his office, wearing a gardener's glove set and holding a bark lifter.
"Uncle Ron? Thought you were sick."
I glibbed, unable to meet his eyes.
Someone must have notified him of my arrival because I didn't see him at that door when I entered the passage that leads to the back of the building where the restrooms are located. If I knew he was around, I would have entered my own office and stayed there until he was gone. That would have been so easy because my office door precedes his own but on the other side of the passage.
"I came here from the clinic to see you but you were no where to be found and not picking your calls." He said in an accusatory tone.
Oh so that was it. He came and had to wait for me. So what?! So he called and I didn't pick and he now felt he had the right to demand an explanation or what?!
I don't know where it came from, but a dark feeling surged in my inside and it's heatwave swept up my throat. I could even feel my eyes darkening up. I lifted my eyes up to meet him only to discover that just like me, he was avoiding eye contact. Good.
I covered the few steps between us and sneered at him.
"So what? You think you have the right to take that tone with me after raping me and sleeping with my Mum?"
"No. No…dun…don't get me wrong. After what happened yesterday, I have been very worried about you. You pick your calls on the first ring always but I have called several times already. You hardly go anywhere so I didn't know where to look. I was just worried." he rambbled and as he did, my heaving heart kind of cooled down.
True, I always pick his calls on the first ring. He is my father-in-law after all.
I stared him down and watched him get uneasy. The reason why I kept looking at him like that was because I had no idea what to say to him. Maybe if I could keep my anger, I would have lashed out anything instead of just watching him crumble in silence. But I have never been one to shout at people. I would snap, walk out, find somewhere to cry and keep grudges but you will never find me continuously exchanging words in anger.
Then it occurred to me. Shouldn't the best thing be for him and I to pretend that nothing happened? So why wouldn't he let this pandora box sink? Ain't adults supposed to be smarter with these things? Or maybe… Okay, let me ask.
"What do you want?" I asked him.
"Nothing. I want nothing. I just want to apologize and beg you to forget anything I must have said or done during the unfortunate event. I was drunk, had a fever and was confused."
"You mean you can't remember?" I asked in shock as another heat seared inside me.
"Look at me and me to my face that you didn't remember Uncle Ron!" I snapped… again…
"... Exactly!" I continued after he couldn't come up with another lie for a bit.
"I swear I wouldn't have dared that if I was in the rest frame of mind Caitlin. What can I do for this to go away? Please?" He suddenly went on his knees in the passage.
I was shocked and spooked. What if someone comes in at that moment? I quickly snatched my legs back and created some distance between us.
"Uncle Ron! Someone might see you!" I whisper-screamed.
"Just tell me what I need to do to make this go away. I don't care about myself. What I care about is Sophia. The video with you can ruin her life. Please what should I do for you to delete it?" He started crying.
Oh! So that was it. He wasn't there to apologise for what he did to me but to beg me to accept a sort of bribe so I could let his daughter go.
What about me? He didn't think to let me go but I should be considerate where he, the adult had been wicked.
I snickered as my mood got darker.
"What do you have that I need Uncle Ron?" I asked in disdain.
"It's not that I have anything you need. All that I have was given to me by your family. So what can I even offer you?" He said dejectedly.
"...But since we are going to be a true family by getting married in the distant future, things like this video shouldn't exist between us. Sophia is very good with secrets. She will never betray me to his brother. She knows what is at stake."
"Human" I chuckled. Then heaved.
" You have said the real reason this video should keep existing Uncle Ron. The future is too distant. Having this video makes sure nothing goes wrong." I turned around and briskly walked out of the passage into the garden courtyard where the restrooms are.
It was so itchy down there it was as if I have not masturbated at all for the day. I have never been so angry before. Even when I discovered that Riley was probably repeatedly cheating on me. I kept my cool.
My desire to hit Uncle Ron across the face was too strong and alarming for me. And then there was the itch. It made thinking difficult.
Getting to the toilet, I did what I had to do, hurried out of the shop and drove home with the darkest mood I have ever had.
Just one unfortunate encounter, and Uncle Rob managed to undo everything Sylvester spent hours doing. I was so sure of a sound sleep but now I looked forward to a cold shower and a mild sleeping pill come nighttime. It was unfair and I wanted my pound of flesh.
All I could think about was how far I needed to get, to be away from this place. It wasn't feeling like home again. I was confused.