Lailah: The Milestone

What you get for being nuts

       "You think that's a good idea?"

   The bare-chested fellow with what looked like a short made from the skin of some wild cats said to the two other men in the ship with him. 

   They were at the shore of the sea and could see from where they were, a man and woman lying on each other as though they were dead. 

   The other fellow whose bounty beards seemed dusty and grey had told the bare-chested to go and check if the man and woman were still breathing. 

   The thought felt lame to him in the first place but found a pull to it. 

    The ship was bordering the death of the waves at that time. Shallow enough for the fellow to step out. 

     "It's just a look over then you return."

    The bounty bearded said. The bare-chested thought for a while, acting as though his inspiration was sucked from the face of the third guy. 

     "Let's be logical now. If I get there and they are not dead, what happens?"

    He argued. The bounty bearded looked at the third guy. The third guy seemed to be their resort or garbage. 

    "Don't give me that look."

   The third threw his  face away. He looked towards where the lovers were lying. 

     "We could just bring them in or just leave them. I'm clueless."

   The bounty bearded quit talking. The third drew their attention to a recent bother he got stirred by,

     "I think the man just moved."

     The bare-chested scoffed and joshed,

    "How many pint did you take before setting sail?"

    The third guy hissed and sat on the deck of the ship. 

     "Go quickly and be back in a haste."

     The bounty bearded ordered. The bare-chested looked at him for a while and began to fight his way off the ship. 

    "I hope that one day this good act would not ruin you."

    He said as he hopped off the ship. He made a splash in the bellowing wave. 

     As the waves retreated, he dug his legs in the sand and watched the sand swept off by the pompous wave. 

    He hurried out of the water and looked back at the other two, as they danced to the tune pruned by the band: the ship and the waves. 

     He looked away and concentrated as he walked towards the supposed lovers. 

    A pace at a time. He was calculating as well as sorting the soothing words to greet them with or better still wake them by. 

    He approached them and heard the guy snoring. 

     "Hell of a sleeper."

   He said as he walked round them. The whooshing wind had blown the gown of the lady up. 

    From her knee to the rise of her thighs, the milk skin glowed, reflecting the rage of the sun and fiddling with his own mental ken. 

     "You should go now. Eh?"

     He muttered to himself. But the dark pleasure he was already a slave to would not spare him a thought. 

    The lady was much like lying on the man. She was lying such that one of her legs was between the man's thighs, over the border of his erection. 

     He was moved at the thought of what was wielding in his mind. 

    He looked away towards the ship. He saw one of the men waving at him. The fellow was saying something but he didn't care. 

     "No love lost."

    He muttered again and walked to where he would be able to catch a better view of her thighs. 

    He wasn't getting enough. He bent down till his head was to the sand.

     Well, he could see a grey short shooting out the curve of her vagina.

   He wasn't sane anymore. He was tempted to draw closer and touch it. Even have a taste. He was quite far from it.

    He didn't think he could get those, but he could keep watching. Just few more moments.

   Then at once he felt a pressure on his neck. Before he could figure out what was happening, there was a leg pressing down his neck. 

    Lucky enough, the pressure wasn't lapping on his oesophagus, twas the side of his neck. 

   He tried to  fight his way around it and run the hell away. When he get to the ship there would always be a lie around it. 

   But he lagged, the man had already gotten the best of him.

   He was using his two legs to pin down his neck as though they were fighting ULC or Kabaddi. 

    "This serves you right."

   The man said as the lady who recently just woke up moved aside. 

     "What were you doing? You would rape her?"

   The man challenged. The bare-chested fellow kept gasping for air till the man was on him and the lady called,

     "Ease his neck."

    The man grabbed the bare-chested fellow as soon as he let the neck free. 

    He had his two hands pressed to the shoulders of the bare-chested and pulled him to his chest.  

      "I came here to help you two."

     The bare-chested tried a defense. The man pressed him harder and said,

     "By wanting to rape her?"

     The bare-chested fellow at that remark began to break his voice in polished tears as he wield his words,

     "How could I possibly think of raping a lady who was with a man. Her lover matter-of-factly."

    The lady wasn't patient enough. She hit the fellow in the face as the man kept pressing him down. 

     "You wanted to rape a pregnant lady? You wanted to rape me? You bozo!"

     She hit him again and again till the fellow began to reel over words,

     "Ok! I was sent to see if the two of you were dead."

    He paused, but the pressure on his shoulders, lapping the veins connected to the neck kept him on,

     "His boorish snore made me know that you're both alive."

    The fellow said. The man did a headbutt and said,

      "Who's boorish, eh?"

     "Ignore that."

    The lady called. The fellow continued,

     "Then I was about to leave when he pinned me down."

   He lied. The man had no idea what to do again. He used one of his knees on the ribcage of the fellow and asked,

     "How'd you get to the floor before the pin."

    "Huta! Huta! Why take so long? Having sex?"

    A voice came from waves. 

   They looked as the bounty bearded fellow drew nearer to them. 

    He saw the bare-chested fellow pinned and drew out his spear for battle.

    "Chill, Mut. It's all good."

    The bounty bearded looked around in skepticism,

     "Are you sure?"

    He questioned. The bare-chested nodded and he drew nearer. 

     "What then?"

     "Let's take them with us firstly, we'll talk on the ship."

     The bare-chested said, waving towards the man and woman. 

     "Are you drunk. Who gave you the right to make orders?"

    The bounty bearded queried, wearing out the man and woman with an odd gaze. 

    The bare-chested fellow winked at him and tossed his head such that the other fellow would be brought to agreement.

   The bounty bearded grunted and tossed his head forward as the man and woman began to walk towards the direction  his nod nudged them. 

    Towards the ship. The bare-chested had had a bargain with the two.