I find him waiting at a petrol garage across McDonalds.
“Are you okay? How’s you cheek?” that’s the first thing I ask.
He looks like he got over that a long time ago.
“I’m fine, I’m a man, a few slaps from a man who raised my lovely woman are nothing,”
The charmer that he is!
I don’t want to let go, I want to hug him like this forever, but we have to go, in different cars.
“I want to go with you,” I say.
I’m serious. I don’t think I can spend another hour without touching or smelling him.
“What about the other car?” he asks.
I don’t care about that.
“Make a plan, I want to drive with you,”-me
I see a slight smile on his face, like he’s impressed. He likes me needy and clingy, I see that.
It could be that episode we had last night, him being tough and putting me in my place, it has made me vulnerable and has me feeling like he is above me. It’s a dangerous place for me to be emotionally.
“Okay, if you insist,” he says and dials on his phone.
I go inside the store to get energy drinks. I slept for only three hours.
“Let’s go,” he says opening the car door.
I look at my car. Actually his car.
“We’ll leave it here, someone is already on the way to fetch it,” he says.
Does he like leaving his cars at garages? What if it gets stolen? And even though I didn’t want it at first, I’ve fallen in love with it. I’ve become known as that doctor who drives a Maserati in Kimberley. Oh, life can be unpredictable.
He’s driving with one hand because I’m holding on to the other. I did say I had become clingy.
“I love this dress,” he says
It’s that one I wore at the baby shower. We had our first kiss on that day, it wasn’t consensual but you know…..
“I do too, it reminds me of that time when you were still stalking me,” I say.
“It’s not stalking it’s pursuing,” he says.
That was not pursuing, that was persisting.
“How is it at the bottom? Can I see it?”
What? My dress?
“Lift it up. I want to see how it looks at the bottom,” he says.
Okay. I do as he says.
He quickly slips his hand under my dress! He’s such a crook.
“Okay you can drop it now,” he says smiling, hand still on my thigh.
Dad should have added some punches and kicks too.
But I’m not complaining.
“You have to stop drinking those things, they’re not good for you,” he says.
I know, I’m the doctor here, but if I don’t drink energy drinks I’m going to fall asleep as in now.
Urghhhhh I hate this car loudspeaker thing! Tsietsi has it in his car too!