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Night rider
By JANICE JOHNSON All Woman writer
Monday, February 23, 2009
I met her for a brief time, yet within that time she had managed to leave with me memories that I am unable to forget, even if I had tried. She came into my life at a time when I was going through changes - changes that are now permanent.
They say one cannot fall out of love, but for me that was exactly what happened. Fifteen years of marriage and I could no longer respond to my wife the way I used to. She had begun to think I was impotent. And even I had started to believe.
But my visit to that club made me think again. The girl sat across from me at the bar. The first thing that caught my eye was her legs. They seem to stretch a mile. Beautiful! I worked my way up, slowly, admiring their smooth tone. She wore a short red dress, with a split that ran all the way up her thigh. So revealing was the outfit, I got a sneak peak at her prize when she turned around. Her waist was slender, and it positioned beautifully on her lower half. She had wide hips that screamed at me. Her breasts weren't huge, but they sure stood to impress despite the absence of a bra. I settled on her chest for about a minute staring at her nipples protruding from the outfit. By the time I got to her face I turned away in sheer embarrassment when I realised she was staring at me. I blushed uncontrollably, hoping she did not feel offended that I was checking her out. I sipped on my martini slowly. Thoughts scrambled through my head. What should I do? She already knew I was checking her out, and approaching her may just lead to unwanted confrontation.
I continued to sip my martini and was preparing to order another round when she appeared before me. I choked. Yes literally. She smiled and for the first time in my life I was lost for words. "Hi," I managed. Somewhere in that time, I got lost. I phased out, but I distinctly remembered her name. Candy.
"You mind if I sit down?"
I nodded in approval.
"What are we drinking?" she asked.
"Martini for me, what would you like?"
"Sex on the beach," she said sensuously.
I blushed yet again. "How do you like it," I queried. "Hard or soft?"
"Right now I am in the mood for soft," she informed me. I ordered.
"Soooo," I started.
"Sooo?" She leaned in just enough to give me a whiff of her perfume. It was like no other that I'd smelled before, but it seemed to make me want to know more about this woman.
"What's your name? she asked.
"Oh I'm sorry, it's Garth."
For some strange reason I felt stupid. It was the first in my life I had ever met a woman who had me tongue-tied. Not even my wife had had that big of an effect on me when I first saw her, and now it was odd to see a perfect stranger do such thing.
She sat there and spoke to me like we were old friends. I enjoyed her company. We exchanged numbers and I went home.
I revisited the bar everyday for a week. We drank together and it was not until the fifth day that I got to realise Candy's profession. She kept ordering Sex n the Beach and I kept giving.
We drove to a secluded spot on the outskirts of MoBay, a section where the waves beat against the rocks and disrupted the silence of the night, yet the rhythmic vibrations seem to have been talking to me - us even - because when I turned to look at Candy, our eyes made four. The sky was bright. It was a full moon and I knew then what I wanted. She knew what she wanted.
"How about a walk on the beach," I asked, trying hard as possible to maintain my composure and behave like a gentleman. But somehow all I wanted was to scoop her in my arms and have her right then and there on the beach.
She seemed to have brought out an animalistic nature in me I never thought I had, and in some ways I actually felt young again. Being 52, I had started to feel the strain of life. My marriage had deteriorated, my kids were all grown and had started their life outside of the family home. I had done it all... or so I thought. I could not believe I was in the company of a 29-year-old woman who, just by simply looking at her, had me weak to a point of no return.
"Sure, that's a great idea," she told me as she exited the car.
We took off our shoes and began to walk the stretch of beach. There were other couples there, but no one seemed to notice us as we held hands. Finally we found a spot down the far end of the beach and sat down. Candy drew near to me to shield herself from the cold.
"Tell me about yourself," she begged.
"Well what exactly do you want to know?" I asked.
"You can start at the beginning," she said. "Start at the point where I met you in the bar. What was a man of your stature doing all by yourself. Aren't you married?"
"What stature?" I asked sarcastically.
She chuckled, and pinched my arm playfully. "You know what I mean."
I took a deep breath, unsure of whether or not I should have been telling my business to a complete stranger. But somehow, it felt right, so much so that I couldn't stop myself from spilling my life story. Candy listened intently. She hung on every word. And for the first time in my life I felt I was with someone who was into me for me. I was always the one listening and so I learnt never to disclose much about my feelings. One could say I held back. That night I spent with Candy became one of many. I learnt a lot about her too. Though I had speculated, from the beginning she was a prostitute, it didn't matter to me. But the first night we got intimate and I woke to an empty bed the next day and still found all my jewellery and money intact was puzzling enough. I did not know her motive and I was desperate to find out.
She ditched me after months of us hanging out. It wasn't until I sat for tea the morning, that I thought I was able to make sense of the mysterious disappearance. I choked at the thought, but I was more than angry. "This could mean only one thing," I told myself. Yet, furious as I was to find out, I was scared.
I tested within the same month and came up negative for AIDS but I was advised to take another test within a six-month period to be exactly sure. It was antagonising. I started drinking more and swore if ever I laid eyes on Candy again, I would kill her. When my six-month period came, I retested and once again it came back negative. I was shocked. I still needed to know why she left.
I never saw Candy again until the eighth month after her disappearance. Just as she disappeared out of my life, she reappeared in much the same mysterious way. I never stopped thinking of her. Not one day went by and she was not on my mind. I wasn't going to let her get away again.
She greeted me just as before - like old friends, as if nothing happened, and before I knew it we were back at my apartment ravishing each other. The sweet scent of her hair mixed with her perfume were intoxicating and once again, Candy had me spellbound. We laid in each others arms for hours before she nudged me. "I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Remember the night, I ran out on you.... I could not bear to tell you, but there is something you must know."
By the time Candy was through I was through the door half naked, unaware that I was running away from my own house. I could not bring myself to hurt her, cause the truth is... I had started to fall for her. But how do I live out the fact that the woman I fell in love with, the woman I dubbed my Night Rider for her sexual prowess had a sex-change, that she was indeed born a man?
By JANICE JOHNSON All Woman writer
Monday, February 23, 2009
I met her for a brief time, yet within that time she had managed to leave with me memories that I am unable to forget, even if I had tried. She came into my life at a time when I was going through changes - changes that are now permanent.
They say one cannot fall out of love, but for me that was exactly what happened. Fifteen years of marriage and I could no longer respond to my wife the way I used to. She had begun to think I was impotent. And even I had started to believe.
But my visit to that club made me think again. The girl sat across from me at the bar. The first thing that caught my eye was her legs. They seem to stretch a mile. Beautiful! I worked my way up, slowly, admiring their smooth tone. She wore a short red dress, with a split that ran all the way up her thigh. So revealing was the outfit, I got a sneak peak at her prize when she turned around. Her waist was slender, and it positioned beautifully on her lower half. She had wide hips that screamed at me. Her breasts weren't huge, but they sure stood to impress despite the absence of a bra. I settled on her chest for about a minute staring at her nipples protruding from the outfit. By the time I got to her face I turned away in sheer embarrassment when I realised she was staring at me. I blushed uncontrollably, hoping she did not feel offended that I was checking her out. I sipped on my martini slowly. Thoughts scrambled through my head. What should I do? She already knew I was checking her out, and approaching her may just lead to unwanted confrontation.
I continued to sip my martini and was preparing to order another round when she appeared before me. I choked. Yes literally. She smiled and for the first time in my life I was lost for words. "Hi," I managed. Somewhere in that time, I got lost. I phased out, but I distinctly remembered her name. Candy.
"You mind if I sit down?"
I nodded in approval.
"What are we drinking?" she asked.
"Martini for me, what would you like?"
"Sex on the beach," she said sensuously.
I blushed yet again. "How do you like it," I queried. "Hard or soft?"
"Right now I am in the mood for soft," she informed me. I ordered.
"Soooo," I started.
"Sooo?" She leaned in just enough to give me a whiff of her perfume. It was like no other that I'd smelled before, but it seemed to make me want to know more about this woman.
"What's your name? she asked.
"Oh I'm sorry, it's Garth."
For some strange reason I felt stupid. It was the first in my life I had ever met a woman who had me tongue-tied. Not even my wife had had that big of an effect on me when I first saw her, and now it was odd to see a perfect stranger do such thing.
She sat there and spoke to me like we were old friends. I enjoyed her company. We exchanged numbers and I went home.
I revisited the bar everyday for a week. We drank together and it was not until the fifth day that I got to realise Candy's profession. She kept ordering Sex n the Beach and I kept giving.
We drove to a secluded spot on the outskirts of MoBay, a section where the waves beat against the rocks and disrupted the silence of the night, yet the rhythmic vibrations seem to have been talking to me - us even - because when I turned to look at Candy, our eyes made four. The sky was bright. It was a full moon and I knew then what I wanted. She knew what she wanted.
"How about a walk on the beach," I asked, trying hard as possible to maintain my composure and behave like a gentleman. But somehow all I wanted was to scoop her in my arms and have her right then and there on the beach.
She seemed to have brought out an animalistic nature in me I never thought I had, and in some ways I actually felt young again. Being 52, I had started to feel the strain of life. My marriage had deteriorated, my kids were all grown and had started their life outside of the family home. I had done it all... or so I thought. I could not believe I was in the company of a 29-year-old woman who, just by simply looking at her, had me weak to a point of no return.
"Sure, that's a great idea," she told me as she exited the car.
We took off our shoes and began to walk the stretch of beach. There were other couples there, but no one seemed to notice us as we held hands. Finally we found a spot down the far end of the beach and sat down. Candy drew near to me to shield herself from the cold.
"Tell me about yourself," she begged.
"Well what exactly do you want to know?" I asked.
"You can start at the beginning," she said. "Start at the point where I met you in the bar. What was a man of your stature doing all by yourself. Aren't you married?"
"What stature?" I asked sarcastically.
She chuckled, and pinched my arm playfully. "You know what I mean."
I took a deep breath, unsure of whether or not I should have been telling my business to a complete stranger. But somehow, it felt right, so much so that I couldn't stop myself from spilling my life story. Candy listened intently. She hung on every word. And for the first time in my life I felt I was with someone who was into me for me. I was always the one listening and so I learnt never to disclose much about my feelings. One could say I held back. That night I spent with Candy became one of many. I learnt a lot about her too. Though I had speculated, from the beginning she was a prostitute, it didn't matter to me. But the first night we got intimate and I woke to an empty bed the next day and still found all my jewellery and money intact was puzzling enough. I did not know her motive and I was desperate to find out.
She ditched me after months of us hanging out. It wasn't until I sat for tea the morning, that I thought I was able to make sense of the mysterious disappearance. I choked at the thought, but I was more than angry. "This could mean only one thing," I told myself. Yet, furious as I was to find out, I was scared.
I tested within the same month and came up negative for AIDS but I was advised to take another test within a six-month period to be exactly sure. It was antagonising. I started drinking more and swore if ever I laid eyes on Candy again, I would kill her. When my six-month period came, I retested and once again it came back negative. I was shocked. I still needed to know why she left.
I never saw Candy again until the eighth month after her disappearance. Just as she disappeared out of my life, she reappeared in much the same mysterious way. I never stopped thinking of her. Not one day went by and she was not on my mind. I wasn't going to let her get away again.
She greeted me just as before - like old friends, as if nothing happened, and before I knew it we were back at my apartment ravishing each other. The sweet scent of her hair mixed with her perfume were intoxicating and once again, Candy had me spellbound. We laid in each others arms for hours before she nudged me. "I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Remember the night, I ran out on you.... I could not bear to tell you, but there is something you must know."
By the time Candy was through I was through the door half naked, unaware that I was running away from my own house. I could not bring myself to hurt her, cause the truth is... I had started to fall for her. But how do I live out the fact that the woman I fell in love with, the woman I dubbed my Night Rider for her sexual prowess had a sex-change, that she was indeed born a man?
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