Excerpt: Among the Gravestones!

They walked together. His hand in hers. Looking about them they noticed nothing. They hearts beat loudly. What they were contemplating was scary in the thought. Neither had ever expected it to come to this but now it had. He had always said that he would never leave his wife. More importantly he would never become involved with a single woman. But then again he didn’t know she was single. She told him that she was married. That her husband was abroad in the forces. Of course she explained away the lack of children by saying that neither wanted any. Her husband had been in the forces since he was 15 and he had one more year to serve then he would leave, having served 25 years. They were both young enough to start a family once he returned to civilian life. Meanwhile given that she only saw him a couple of times a year she wanted to have a relationship with someone that was truly meaningful. That sounded great to him. His marriage was something he had accepted, and knowing that he would never leave he had, four years previously, decided that he would create a space outside for himself that would give him the intimate and emotional nurturing that was lacking in this marriage. But now 4 years down the line he was contemplating murder. He couldn’t walk away from his marriage. His children would hate him. And he no longer wanted to stay within a marriage that was emotionally void and sexless. And when he had finally found out that there was no husband it made sense for them to be together. Now as they walked silently each deep in thought they knew that this was the only way out. They were both doctors so they would have to be very careful how they brought about her demise.

The afternoon sun beat upon their backs as the wind gently wrapped itself around them, filling them with warmth and determination.

Do we have to get rid of all four of them? She asked quietly.
It is the only way. He responded with a squeeze of her hand. The children would know I had something to do with it. Even if we did everything perfectly. They know that all is not well. So yes. They have to go. I cant let them survive to be an albatross around our necks.
I suppose, she offered, we could always have some of our own.
You know that is not an option. He countered. I hate children you know I do.
But surely, she pressed on, you would love ours.
He pulled her had, making her stop. I love you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I love what we have. We, you and I, are kindred spirits. But children do not factor into that. In anycase, I have two children who are imperfect, do you want to risk that?
She remained silent. In her heart she didn’t want any children. He didn’t know about the five she had already had, and given up for adoption. She had first got pregnant at 16 by her older lover, who lodged with them, and didn’t know that she was pregnant until her mother, stopped her one day, and pointed to her belly.
Whose is it, her mother wanted to know?
Whose is what, she asked.
Your belly, you are with child?
Her hands went to her stomach then, as she dropped the bucket of water and scrubbing brush she was holding.
Now look what you’ve done. Clean up this mess.
But she stood still her hands on her belly. Her heart pounding. She had enjoyed what her older lover did, because since he had started when she was 12, he had been nice to her. Before then he was only ever nice to her older sisters and then they had moved out, and it was only her left at home. Her mother worked away from home, as a live in home help, and so was not often at home. She was at home now, just for the day because she had come home to bring provisions from the garden where she worked. Now her mother had forgotten her question. She picked up the bucket and brush. Having seen to the spillage she went into the latrine and with the hole covered, cockroaches climbing all around she sat and rubbed her belly. A baby she thought. I must get rid of it. She jumped off the seat and finished her chores. Then headed down to her Grandmother. She hadn’t seen her grandmother for a while, but the moment her Grandmother saw her she said ‘Ah Miss Aline what you got in that belly? Who been bothering you. Not your brothers I hope?’
No Grandmother. And that is all she said. She would offer no more information. She decided she would talk to her lover. Maybe she could keep it and not have to get rid of it.
Later than night her lover came to her room. They were usually alone, because her brothers were hardly home nowadays. They stayed at their women. She watched by candlelight as her father took off his clothes and his member stood erect. He moved back the covers and got into bed beside her. She wanted to talk to him but his mouth was on her and is tongue was moving around inside her mouth, his hands moved over her body, as he caressed her all over. His hands opened her legs his fingers searching then he was touching her belly. His lifted his mouth from hers ‘You have a bun in there. You will have to be careful how you dress now, then in a few months you will have to go away for a while till the baby is born. Then you come back’.
Can I not keep it?
No. You will have lots more. When you are older you will be able to keep what you want.
She wasn’t very happy with that. But then he was doing all those things she liked, and then his hands was on her again, his fingers seeking her wetness, slipping inside, making her feel so good inside, before he open her legs wide and lowered his mouth to her lips, teasing her bud, making her gush and cry out, and then he rose up and lowered himself into her, very gently, his hands caressing her buttocks, as he explored her depths, filling her totally until he gushed and cried out. Collapsing on top of her, but only for a few minutes as he remained firm, and once again slowly moving in her.
Now as she walked she felt a stirring in her. She loved her lover. He had given her four more children. But she had to give them all away. By the time she was 20 it was just her and her lover. He taught her all she knew. If this man holding her hand, knew where she got her knowledge he would be utterly distraught. Her lover had died last year and she missed him dreadfully. In the past year she had slept with countless men but none were as giving as her lover. Except this man walking next to her. Its funny she wasn’t in love with him. But she had become a good actress over the years. She remembered that her lover and she had gone to an Aunt’s house for dinner. And she had gone to the bathroom, and her lover had accidentally walked in because she had forgotten to close the door. She was on the toilet naked, because it was her habit to take all her clothes off, no matter where she went to go toilet. He had come in and closed the door, had slipped out of his trousers, as she finished going toilet. Then he had opened her legs and in no time had made her gush and cry out, before he himself sat on the toilet and lifted her on top of him as he licked her nipples and used his thumb as she moved on him. Then she cried out and at that moment she heard her aunt asking If she was okay and she made a retching sound, and said she was feeling a bit sit, must be something she ate yesterday. As her aunt moved away, her lover gush and cried out. Still erect she kneeled over the bath and took him again. From age 16 she thought all young girls had older lovers. Then she learned that it wasn’t, but she couldn’t stop. She was madly in love with her lover and he with her. He always made sure that she was sorted before he took anything for himself. He thought her to love her body, her feminity, her womanhood. She had come to terms with her sexuality and made no excuses for it. Though she would never push it in anyone’s face. She also found that because she was in a taboo relationship, she was also open to anything sexually. She loved hanging out with her girlfriends. She loved playing with their buds and totally enjoyed the satisfaction she gave them. And the boys too. They loved going behind the paling our under the cellar and her opening her legs and naked as the day she was born, and then she let them slid into her, they felt like lead pencils but she liked the power it gave her. She would let the boys stand by her window with their hands inside the house and they would push their fingers into her. She loved it. She even once went into one of the old men’s houses to help tidy up, and she noticed that his flies was undone and it lay there flaccid. Because she never wore knickers she went up to the old man and sat in such a way that her mini skirt rode up and he could see her. She could see that he tried not to look but she noticed that he was no longer flaccid her got harder and harder and it stood up through the opened zip. Then she went to him and took her clothes off and took his hand and put it so the fingers could explore her wetness. He started breathing heavily as he push his fingers in an out. She was quiet surprise how big he was. Bigger than her lover who was quite big. She went to him and reached her hand out, which he took getting up at the same time. He sat on the bed, naked now, as she knelt between his legs and took him in her mouth. She thought he would come soon, but he didn’t he just got harder and harder and she loved that. He reached over for her raising her up and when she lay on the bed he lowered his mouth to her, nipping her bud his hands under her buttocks, and as she gushed and cried out, he lowered himself into her causing her to gasped as he stretched her. He stopped asking if her had hurt her but she smiled. So he pushed deeper and deeper slowly at first her legs over his shoulders then he pushed faster and faster. Still he didn’t come. Then he turned her over and pushed in front behind as he reached over and played with he bud making her gush and cry out again. This went on for ages till finally he gushed deep in her and was still hard. She climbed up and lowered herself onto him. They were at it for hours. From then she would be at his house everyday till her died. He even became more active. Was out and about. Everytime she got pregnant she worried in case it was his but the babies were always the image of her lover as a baby.
These thoughts ran through her mind as she continued walking. Contemplating murder with her lover. He hadn’t been too happy at first when he found out she was really single. But then she said he could always leave her. And that seemed to trigger something in him. He realised that far from wanting to leave her he wanted them to be together properly. They had walked quite a ways now. It was getting dark and they had been walking for a long while and had passed no one. As they stopped. They realised that they were both turned on. They both looked around at the same time. Seeing where they could go. As they were in a rather dense part of the forest they would be unlikely to be bothered by anyone even if they decided to just sit on a park bench. But they spotted a small hut not too far so they headed over. They found that they was bedding. So someone probably sleeps here often. But being the adventurous type they decided to give in and they laid down and made love, very slowly but very passionately. As they both gush and cried out, they realised they had a visitor who had obviously been there sometime, as he was obviously wanting some, so she beckoned him as she got down on all fours and opened her legs, then she realised that they were a few of them, about 12 in all. And they were all big which is what she liked. This had been a dream of hers to have lots one after the other, so when one had finished gushing and crying out, the other took up the space vacated. She absolutely loved it. When they had all gone the two of them spent hours till the moon was in its zenith. They discussed in hushed tones what would be the best way to do it. Later she would fill in his wife on all the details. The mistress and wife would curl up in the marital bed and slowly devour each other. She would move between the wife’s legs and using her long tapering fingers stroke and caress, playing with the bud that was not firm and erect, occasionally licking with the tip of her tongue. She would reach up and tweek her nipples with her fingers as she slipped inside her with the strap-on moving in her as they kissed, her fingers pinching the nipples the way the wife loved it. As she moved faster and faster in her, she could feel her own response as the strap on rubbed against her. She pulled out of her and the wife now on all fours felt her push anally into her. She so loved this woman, who just knew how to empty her mind where intimacy was concerned. She felt his mistresses hand reached round and rub her bud as she push deep into her, she felt her mouthing crescendo rise up, and all the juices escaped as she screamed aloud. They lay satiated afterwards for hours. Stroking each other gently, each in her own thoughts. His wife remembered the first time she had found out about his mistress and the rage she felt. But she got to know her without his mistress knowing who she was. They became friends and then lovers. And then his wife realised why he would have become enarmoured by her. She was not only great in bed, but out of it. She had a good head and a good heart, and was also fleshly beautiful. Slowly the wife revealed herself and whatever passed between her husband and his mistress came back to her. She would never forget the day that his mistress told her what her husband was planning.
He means to kill you and the children. She heard his mistress say as she lifted her head from between her legs.
What. His mistress returned to her minstrations and it was a while before she answered. Long enough for the wife to feel that she had somehow heard incorrectly.
He means to kill you and the children. His mistress repeated.
So she had heard correctly after all. But the discussion got no further as his mistress took hold of her bud between her lips and gently massaged it, as she used a thumb and an index finger to plug both her holes. She gushed and cried out. Then his mistress was climbing on top of her and lowering the point of the strap on into her wet cavern. Her hand clasped his mistresses buttocks as she pushed deep into her, making her gush again and cried out. It was a long while after when she told her the complete tale. They debated what to do. And agreed that she would continue debating with him until they could agree what should be his punishment. It had to be something he would absolutely hate. It had to be painful of course. Now as she lay satiated from the many men she looked forward to meeting his wife later to fill her in, literally and figuratively. She liked filling her in. She loved her taste. She loved both men and women and again marvelled at her capacity for intimacy with anyone.
His words broke into her thoughts ‘I am thinking a fire. We have some faulty electricals in the house. And if I make sure I am in the house and only just manage to escape.
She was shocked. Couldn’t understand how hard this man really was. Did it really have no idea that she would be affected by not only him planning to do away with his wife and children, but by fire. A horrific end to say the least. These thoughts ran through her head, and she had to struggle to keep her face fixed, because as she spoke she was getting angrier and angrier and hatred was coming from some part of her that she never knew existed. Throughout her life she had always been an easy going person. It may well have been to so with her being sexually active early and also because her needs were always met. Not that she was demanding or anything like that it is just that she knew how to be patient and because she was patient she found that she had tremendous tolerance and understanding. But now listening to him she found that she hated him, truly hated him. He really had no idea that it would be truly better to walk out of his marriage and bear whatever disgust his children ended up feeling for him. Rather than not only committed homicide four times over, but also getting rid of his family by setting the house on fire. She took a deep breath. He misunderstood her intake of breath.
I know that it sounds unpleasant but I will make sure that we will all have been drinking so that they wont be too aware of their last moments. He tried to placate her. She managed to button down her hatred and let him take her in his arms. Any love she had felt for him. Had now gone. There was nothing left but disgust. But she could not let him see that. She had to go along with this to the end. For the first time in her life her equilibrium was becoming unbalanced. She was moving into an arena that she never could have though possible. In many respects she had a very childish view of the world. She had never really suffered in her life and was always able to please others. But now she had to swallow her distaste and dislike in order to achieve an end. But achieve it she would. She had long given up wondering how she had never seen through this man. But as she thought about it, instances came to her mind and she saw that they were blatant cues that showed her that the man she fell in love with for a very brief moment was not a very nice man. And that had nothing to do with him being a rationalist, an atheist, someone who had no time for God. It had everything to do with the way she perceived life and how he went about getting what he desired or wanted.