In Witness Of A Dream (Part 2)
On the west side of the edifice, lying before the restaurant, blue waters of a swimming pool emerged to his surprise. A low fence painted white marked a border arranged with plastic loungers and blue umbrellas lined on both sides. An afternoon sun dropped gentle rays on the palms and fern gardens in plots. Scattered clouds darted across the sky. Balconies and windows of a four-storey building on the west faced this side.
The swimming pool lay east to west, 12 x 16 sq. ft. in area and 6 ft. in depth on one side. The perimeter tiled in cool grey.
As directed they took wash under the shower-heads and she took dip in the swimming pool while he got engaged mostly in taking photographs on her digital camera. She took a lot of arresting shots in the pool and up climbing the ladder, lying on the lounger with her legs spread wide, from the rear and front, in different angles, close-ups and naughty shots. Kaola thought this was his job she asked. She kept checking those snaps to reach her own satisfaction.
She took several pictures of Kaola in his pink and wet underwear bearing a semi-hardened erection. Those long fingers made contact disturbingly and still he wasn’t apt to follow. She pulled his underwear low over the hips to shoot a shaven pubis. Kaola nervously allowed few shots. “That’s for my album.” He suspected she would upload them to the internet. She decided to wrap up and return to the room for a drink.
She removed her bra and G-string and sat down in nude with the bottle of gin.
Afterwards Sophie dropped to bed face down with her wet hair and seemed like she fell asleep lying naked. Kaola thought if he only had a camera to take a picture of her beautiful backside reflected in such shine on the huge mirror on the ceiling. All he carried was a Nokia 3310.
He was on the brink of climax when he heard a knock on the door.
Sophie called, “Kaola, open the door!”
He wrapped a towel before opening the door.
Amila came in wearing a dark blue apron. She brought brand new clothes and a pair of polished shoes for him. He caught her backside as she placed them on the bed next to Sophie lying naked. Amila wore no dress under the apron. Her bleached legs came bare. Amila left the room closing the door.
Kaola entered the bathroom. She asked, “Are you okay?” She climbed down from bed and joined him in the toilet. She removed his underwear and dropped into the bin.
“Miss, why is she without a dress?” he asked.
“Oh! She’s Amila. This is her house. I guess she likes it that way.” She released the tap to pour water to the tub and said, “Come! This is the moment I’m waiting for. It’s six-thirty. Bring my camera.”
He wrapped the extra-large towel and followed her. Sophie reached a vertical ladder by the side of the wardrobe standing close to the window set. She climbed to the ceiling and opened a hatch about two square feet. Kaola hesitated only just to ascend after her.
She clambered to the attic and Kaola followed. It was a neatly kept deck and not so dusty. “Shh! Now be very quiet,” she gestured. A rather odd odour pricked his nose of aging wood. He glanced through the vent to observe a faint light spread evenly to the entire wooden floor and the barrel roof way above. She began to walk on the breadfruit timber beams.
On both sides of the aisle there were squares of wide slots fitted with unbreakable two-way mirrors right above the bed positions of the rooms. She reached the third one and knelt down. Down below a tall naked lady lay in bed. “Take pictures,” she whispered.
Kaola began to take photographs. Then an old naked man joined and the girl rolled in bed to expose a hefty penis. They watched the old man engaged on the shemale for some twenty minutes.
“Did you get the shots?”
“Okay. Let’s go!”
They climbed down the ladder and hurriedly got into the tub to take a bath in perfumed water. She patted dry and climbed the bed with wet hair gathering her folders. She grabbed the bedside phone and called the reception to order medication and to iron a dress.
“Join me Kaola, climb the bed,” she said.
He wrapped a fresh towel and climbed next to the woman. She turned the folders and produced large cards of colour photographs. “You just witnessed this guy having sex with a shemale. His name is Mohora. Don Mohora. And we have photographed evidence. The girl isn’t important. Pick my laptop and save the photos to the pen drive.”
“Who is he?” asked Kaola.
“I’m getting there.” She spread the photographs on the bed as he got busy transferring the files from the digital camera. “See, this restaurant, it’s called Miri. Can you see who’s standing next to Don Mohora?”
“My dad,” cried Kaola.
“Yes, Colonel Othadi is a broker. He sells land. I asked for his service and he cheated on me. This entire land comprising Miri and many other shops belongs to me. I was running Miri under a share business with Don Mohora but we didn’t keep a signed agreement. Mohora registered the business as his own and now for several years without my knowledge. He won’t step aside…”
There was a tap on the door. “Excuse me!” and he let the girl in.
Amila said, “I have Mercurochrome,” holding a tiny bottle of Merbromin within her fingers.
“Isn’t that stuff out-dated?” asked Sophie.
“It’s no longer available…never out-dated.”
“Wear on his bruises. I want that orange dress ironed. Please don’t stain my dress.”
Amila treated his face and left with her dress. “Kaola, here is another café called Malibu. The entire lot is mine. I hired Colonel to sell this lot to the best buyer. It seems he didn’t sell it to the person he said. Instead he sold it to Don Mohora. Now it’s clearly known to me. He has paid half of six million dollars and a commission to Colonel Othadi. I’m getting all this from underground sources and I hired agents to take these photographs.
“I want to withdraw. I want him to back down. I joined Mohora several years ago when I was married to Gabi. This is very complicated, Kaola. Step by step, you sit and do what I ask. You’ll be my partner and you will sign papers I show you. Once this is over you will forget everything and hold nothing. Agree?” Sophie said.
“Miss, I’ll do anything for you,” agreed Kaola.
“Are you going to give up your drug habit?”
“I can try.”
“There’ll be a meeting after dinner set around ten-thirty. We have everything covered here with all the evidence. You’ll be surprised to see some of the people called for this meeting.”
“Who are they? My dad?” he asked.
“Yes. Don’t be surprised. You just sit back and leave the talking to me. Let’s drink for it.”
“I need a fag.”
“I’ll smoke a fag with you and strictly no drugs. We go out to dine…”
That instant rain shower hit the glass panels of the window and noisy since they left the hatch open. “I hope it stops. We’ll make prints of the gay couple from the reception.” Sophie said.
Amila knocked the door with her orange dress. “Come in, it’s open,” Sophie called.