The sweetness of Yolanda’s touch laid
heavy on Kevin’s mind. When he was at work, he was away from her, but he could
still smell the purity of that flowery scent stimulating to Kevin. He could feel
her touch and it excited him. The lust high within him. That delicate soft,
peachy warm touch as she ran her fingers up and down his back, his stomach, his
legs, and his chest.
Yolanda was beautiful and Kevin
wanted to marry her. He loathed to be away from her. Days like today where he’s
sitting in his cold office, sixteen train stops away from home and away from Yolanda
and he knew fully well that he was working so hard and so much just to pay for
their wedding because he wanted Yolanda all to himself.
He made a few phone calls and
tried to focus on spreadsheets and audits. But his mind went back to Yolanda.
How he loved her. He thought about how she felt when his body was closed to
hers. The tightness of stomach, the fleshy imprint of her thighs, those soft
red lips like two tomatoes glistening in the summer sun. They hadn’t been
together too long. He “met” her in January and soon after they had declared
their love for one another. Kevin said it first, but Yolanda repeated the words
in a machine-like fashion.
I love you Yolanda.
I love you too [Kevin].
Kevin thought about taking her
away for a vacation. How she’d look in a bikini, on the beach, swimming in the
ocean. And then Kevin realised that this would not be practical. To have her
open in the sea where everybody can lay eyes on her.
No, not yet…
As the customer prattled away on
the phone Kevin went to another place at the back of his mind and it was
dominated by Yolanda. He thought about last night. His hand gracefully working
its way up towards the bottom of her spine and up towards the top of her neck
and just behind her ears where he felt that hard, metallic wiring which meant
that she could never wear a bikini on the beach.
And when he pressed that part of
her neck, a spark burst out of her for a minute.
A LITERAL SPARK. And she
malfunctioned for just ten seconds, but this ten seconds petrified Kevin.
I AM YOLANDA. I AM HERE TO
KILL. LOVE KILL LOVE KILL LOVE. KILL LOVE KILL KILL KILL.
LOVE LOVE LOVE.
And then she was normal again,
stuck on the word love...
The spark had died down but her eyes
still fizzed and whirled, and then she whispered sweet nothings in his ear.
Words like love, not words like kill.
Better not press there again, Kevin
Kevin opened an email, trying again to forget about Yolanda and as the email opened the words were there on the screen:
PRODUCT MALFUNCTION PLEASE RESPOND URGENTLY FOR COMPANY RECALL.
Kevin deleted the email.