Crape Myrtle (13)
Following day, five in the afternoon, Natalia and Angela arrived at the rave. Music was loud and revellers danced while the winds picked up.
Angela wore her sleeveless black mini dress and a white crochet scarf borrowed from Natalia along with jewellery; long silver chains and tribal pendants, bangles and rings. She carried a white hobo bag and climbed the backseat of the DR250 wearing thin.
Natalia wore a drop armhole brown felt top with a low neck, black strapless bra, long silver chains with a disc, wood and bead bracelets, a black see-through midi skirt and a twisted dark brown belt. She carried a leather tote bag with fringes.
Singer on the stage with ginger blonde dyed hair, in pearl-studded white bustier, jacket and pants, sang ‘Yo Fui Aquella’ and Tejano music filled the air.
The gay crowd pulled Natalia to dance. The band played ‘Salta La Ranita’. She started to tap and kick and swing the jive. They all did a fly but she did a sail.
Linda stood few yards away with her goon crowd of kinky girls and boys. She wore a crotchet embroidered white top, a pair of denim pants and urban bracelets. She looked sexy, sassy, young and unique.
At some point their eyes met; Natalia and Linda. That stare from deep-set eyes caught Natalia by the gut. Linda noticed her first as if she was on the lookout.
Natalia grabbed Angela’s arm and began to walk hurriedly towards the beach swinging a wand caught in the verve. She looked for the moon in a partial overcast, “It’s eight. Tonight, it is a Full Moon on the rise.”
“I see the moon!” Angela cried. They didn’t know that the moon entered a penumbral eclipse occurring in a selenelion.
A new band climbed the stage and began to play ‘Money for Nothing’. Someone tapped on her shoulder as the song came to end.
“Hi there!” spoke up the newcomer, “I am Carol. Linzy wants you to join her,” and she passed a hundred-dollar bill with a note.
“Who is Linzy?” asked Natalia receiving it.
“Linda…Linda Linz,” spouted off the woman in a luminous green blouse with shoulder pads over a black leotard.
She remembered those deep-set eyes. Glanced at the note; ‘906 Maurus Circle’. Natalia negotiated Angela, “Come on, Angie! Let’s see what she wants!”
“What’s your name?”
“Mono,” replied Natalia, “And this is Angie.”
At Linda’s camp, Carol fleetingly introduced the two girls to Linda Linz who glared with surprise in those eyes. She stood by a serving table, “Hola! Take this! Pass it down! Pass it down!” all she said.
Meanwhile, a crowd here dipped their heads into an ice bucket one by one in some kind of a challenge.
Carol passed them drinks and a smoke – a joint. Natalia accepted. Had a few pulls and passed to Angela. Carol said, “Linda wants to rave with you.”
“Okay,” Natalia nodded eagerly.
“She wants you to come to her place.”
“Where’s her place?”
“Not too far.”
“Tonight?” Natalia gave some thought.
“Tomorrow night at eight,” said Carol.
“Sure, I’d come,” returned Natalia to Carol.
“Don’t go away!” Carol left the girls.
Natalia looked up into the sky and glanced at the moon, “It’s red! Look! What happened to the Moon?”
“An eclipse!” joined Angela turning her chin up. Music and dance continued and nobody seemed to bother into the night sky except these two.
Abruptly, someone grasped her stiffy but gently. “Ouch!” Natalia pulled down her face and looked around to find Linda Linz standing there, “Shocked me!” Not only the touch but the sight.
“Did you feel it?” asked Linda, “What’s up!”
“Blood Moon,” Linda said, “a total lunar eclipse at the hour. Watch it relieve in forty-five minutes roughly at eleven.” She groped her again.
Twelve minutes to two; band played ‘Let it Shine’ while a bright Full Moon passed the meridian right above. Clouds cleared. A strong smell of hemp caught in the air. Revellers danced to body and soul; free spirited and full of life.
Linda Linz, pretty tanned in skin, sat stark naked in the backyard turf on a canvas folding chair having her breakfast. A morning sun shown on the grass. A wooden picket fence around the courtyard gave little privacy. The bareness quite abundant under the sky. She was twenty-eight years old, smart and single. Legs stretched out, five feet eight inches tall, wearing a white sun hat and black sunglasses – a self-made millionaire.
Quite coincidental that she wanted to see Natalia in person and for some absurd reason – pleasure.
906 was a two-storey brick house on a quiet cul-de-sec with three bedrooms and two baths, breakfast bar, a living space of 1500 sq ft, built in 1984 in a lot of 7156 sq ft. Exterior finished in coral and salmon colours. Linda bought this house under hundred thousand dollars.
Linda placed Natalia on her lap and applied sun blocking lotion on the back. Then frisked with her spilling chocolate all over the ventral area. Nine o’clock sun hit her body. She stood right in the middle of the patch. Linda recorded on a camcorder. That moment she caught a pair of eyes behind the pickets.
Linda’s groping was excessive. She did not know when to stop. She took photographs of Natalia and Linda posed in some shots while Carol snapped the pictures. Linda took advantage on those who appeared weak, freak or streak. Her ego was big. She seemed not to know about a limit. However, Linda paid or gave Natalia one thousand dollars.