Dial - Season 1 - Episode 135

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 135

And so, for the very first in my life, with an old woman by my side, I faced down a very deadly serpent…and I killed it.

I shouted as I delivered the blow, and I was still shouting when she put a hand to my shoulder gently.

“It’s alright, Yao,” she said. “It’s dead!”

I stopped, panting and sweating, and at that moment I felt an exhilarated joy I had not felt in a long time. For a fact, I had always been so terrified of snakes, the terror creeping close to Ophidiophobia – which was the abnormal fear of snakes!

I dropped the stick and swept her into a huge, warm embrace, and she laughed softly as she hugged me back.
“Well done, son,” she said.

***

Much later, I stood on the veranda gazing at the broad expanse of land bordering her house with a pensive look on my face. Maame Ntiriwaa had taken her bucket of water to the bathroom, and she was now taking her huge white towel off the drying line in the middle of the yard.

“So who owns all that land?” I said, sweeping my hand across the terrain. “Does it belong to the king?”

She draped her towel across her shoulders and looked at me.

“No, it doesn’t belong to anybody, actually,” she said carefully. “It is called the Nsamanpowmu, meaning the land of the dead. It is believed these hills are haunted by ghosts and demons. No one comes here, and no one lives here. It is an uncharted and unmapped land, and that is why I was forced here, to live with the demons.”
I nodded thoughtfully.

“I see.”
She went to the bathroom, and I went into the room, still lost in thought. It was getting dark gradually. I undressed down to my boxers and a singlet and crept into the bed, lying on my back with my hands linked beneath my head as plans raced through me, once again my highly-trained mind taking over, mulling over plans of action.

And then she entered the room again.
She had finished bathing, and she had covered herself with the huge towel whilst a smaller grey towel was wound around her hair.

I never knew what actually happened.
Maybe it was the fact that she had nothing on but a towel around her, or the fact that the other towel covered her hair, making her appear younger, in a way. Maybe it was the sheen of the lantern glinting off her skin, or the way she simply came up to the bed, stopped abruptly, and looked at me.

There was always something alluring about a woman with a towel around her, something s£nsu@l and delectable, always.
I would never know, though.

I just knew that when she entered and looked at me, and I looked at her, the atmosphere suddenly changed, and instead of seeing her as an old woman – as I had done from the very onset – I suddenly saw her as just an elderly woman.

And her skin was not that wrinkled, and looking like that, in the dim light, she looked rather attractive in a mysterious kind of way.
She was staring at me with an odd look. I tried to speak, to break the ice and warm up the sudden cold awareness between us. Desperately I sought for a way out, but I was up a brick wall. The tension had crept in, that sexual awareness that every couple swum in before the onset of bliss.

Desperately I turned and faced the wall, keeping my back to her.

She didn’t say anything. I heard her moving around the room, getting ready for bed, and I still kept my face away from her. Several minutes later I heard her locking the door, and then the wick of the lantern was turned as she dimmed the glare of the light even further.

A few minutes later the bed depressed as she climbed into it. She had put a sweet-smelling powder on her that assailed my nostrils. I still kept my face to the wall, and breathed shallowly, feigning sleep.

It took several minutes, and just as I was beginning to think she was asleep, she turned on her side too on the small bed, and then her hand fell on my shoulder. I shuddered and turned slowly on my back, and my right hand brushed the length of her naked thigh.

She shuddered mightily, and then with a little m0an she came to me, and as her lips descended on mine I felt her breasts crushing my chest, and her thigh slid rather desperately across mine.

I groaned with an inner pain as her lips descended on mine.

Oh, dear…I just didn’t want this!