Because my Friend wont let me walk away
Till I exact my... pound of flesh
This is, broadly a warning to butt-head that this Christmas, if he is lucky, and i am in a not-so-bad mood, he will get to re-learn how to walk, or be pushing daisies.This is how all this came about:
So, I am working out just WHERE it is I am going to gather my women together, and I rule out a hotel because for so long I have had others ... catering... for me when I want to eat what I like. I think of a mansion, but then, it is all too far-out, too out-of-my-control.
then, because I am horny, and remembering the LAST time I had sex, which is way back in May, and how i pissed Sam off by taking this chick into one of the VIP en-suite rooms and spent the night with her, and failed to get him to confront me, but had him tell his boss, guy called Kenneth who runs the Simonstown Boutique, and whose employee there, guy called Ricardo, saw me later that day and told me that Kenneth wanted to see me but he did not know what for, and I went up, saw the guy had him say, whats up, to which I replied, I was told you wanted to see me, and he goes, yeah, what did you do to Sam? He was pissed, to which I replied, well, I took a girl into one of those en-suite rooms, to which he goes, well, so you owe me R450, and we both stare at each other then he goes, you can work it off, and which I probably would have except for the fact that he did not want me to start right away but a week later. Now, gimme time to reflect and you lose. Found out that I would do the same thing over and over agin, without remorse, so I did not show up to the work, which would have lasted two weeks with the first three days unpaid.
Met Kenneth plenty times afterwards, and never deviated, stared him in the eye, and waited for him to bring the matter up. Didnt, so, well, fuck him. Anyway, thingking about THAT made me realise that the ONE place I would be comfortable with, after people start dying and all in Khayelitsha and Harare, would be Simonstown Boutique. So, the Western Cape Premier or zuma use whatever political discretion they have to... persuade ... Kenneth to exit the place, and I take it over, and prepare for the girls.
Besides, even as I see that girl with the glasses and cute ass who caused the other blonde chick to intervene, right at this moment, I see that it will take a .... profound... amount of bullying on my part to get reality shaped the way I want it. So, reality gets a beating, as soon as I am done planning. Like an unlimited credit card left in the place after whoever is checking has confirmed Kenneth has gone, so that I shop for clothes and stuff without having to make every act of mine known.
Now, how will Sam take that? Or Kenneth? Will he still want to see Sam? And, if Sam is fired, will he be stupid enough to come back to Simonstown, where if I bump into him I WILL kill him? Interesting, yes? YESSS!
Now, being smack across from the OSC, waking up every moment to face them like the rising sun means, of course I will NOT be able to just... forget, right.
So, I deal with butt-head, and do so with impunity. Either he dies, or he gets crippled, whichever is more in keeping with the moment. Then I will deal with the females, before or after I leave. However it runs out.
But, that is NOT the piece-de-resistance.
The thing is, bully I may be, God may be in charge, but I run things here, something which is only becoming apparent NOW.
For example, God NEVER said anything about the number of women; if He says anything, it is all common-sense, and that is, for example, common-sense to assume that the women would not take kindly [fragile egos and all] to me seeking women after they are there.
He did not come up with the number 25:- I wanted things ... square. But I did come up with a number that I said would suit me, a number that would also suit the surroundings:- 39.
At present, there are counting the kids, 31 women.
After all night and morning working it out [I can not sleep] I have come up with 37. two are left, but I am confident that by tomorrow the two doubtful ones will be in the camp so that I can then say, "NOW, God, let things rip loose!", and have everything go... kaboom!
So, the women that have gathered my interest so far are these, to add on to the 25 adults:
26 The blond girl I saw at Sunny Cove Station that Saturday, and I STARED and she smiled exposing her bottom teeth [ a sign of one prone to fear, using the smile to not... intimidate...] I had dropped her because I had initiated everything, which I thought was NOT allowed. Yeah, right!
27 The lady at the internet cafe in Simonstown, who greeted me with a 'hi, how are you'. Well, it is not what she said but how she said it, like someone who has met a close friend. Now, I am what would be termed 'reality challenged', so, like a miser hoarding his gold, I tend to watch carefully what people do arround me, to see if it is based on fact. Woman's behaviour was, to me weird, so, I would like to explore it some more with her.
28 This lady showed up last month as i was basking in the sun outside the libarary, on a day when people get their 'All-pay' {coz i was talking to some happy Valley guys that had come to Fish Hoek Hall to sort out their monies} and she went in, maybe to the Ladies, then came out, and she did another weird thing. She sat down on the pavement, put her toddler daughter down, and engaged me inn conversation, about the book I was reading and my waiting. Told her I about the Goldbach Conjecture, seemed saner, then her hubby or... significant other... showed up. Irealised the cause of her weariness and why she had so to speak, come to shelter under my wing.
29This lady was from last year. I wrote about her, how she flipped the flap of the carpet that I used as a screen at the hut, and then leapt like crazy when I moved to investigate, and jumped over the wall, into the train yard, and then over that, and stood on the road. Just stood there and caused me to wonder, especially as she had a guy with her and the guy sort of nudged her away while she stood there and smirked.
30. This lady is from the train. Stays in Simonstown. The other day, while admiring the red-head, I stared at her and saw that she had a... comfortable face. Was dressed in blue uniform, well, more later! But I saw her today, liked what I saw. Blonde, of course!
