Javid was a
member of the Catholic Christian church in the sprawling city of Leeds. He was
neighbour and friend to Kenna in more ways than one; he lusted after his female
friend and soon crossed a line by telling her his thoughts. He knew she was a
gothic witch and quite open-minded, how far would she go? He shouldn’t be
having these very un-Christian thoughts but he was human. What would his God
say if he knew?
Moving to
England from America back in the mid 90s, he was a missionary for the Church,
his church, and widely regarded in his community. With a loving, child bearing
wife and mother of their three children, Javid wasn’t alone sharing his home
and life with Diane, his wife of thirteen years. Everything was fine until
Javid gave in to his randy thoughts on his neighbour and friend Kenna. At first
he tried to ignore them and forget about them but there was something lodged in
his brain that wouldn’t go away; his lust for the single parent gothic girl who
lived next door. When he made love to his faithful God fearing wife he always
thought of Kenna and almost cried out her name when he was coming inside his
wife. What would she say if he did so? Would she remonstrate with her husband
for sinning, thinking illegal thoughts and then leave him? Or worse still, report
her husband to his church who would kick him out in shame? He had to be
careful. In his mind he plotted how to get Kenna in bed, even if it was one of
the unholy sins and against everything he believed in. Javid’s own pleasure
mattered here it had been neglected for too long. His brown quiet eyes hid a
cunning mind that would have surprised his wife, if he had admitted to being a
potentially bad husband.
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Kenna was
pissed off; her London penpal of twenty years called Paul had upset her again.
His text messages were getting more abusive and inflammatory. He accused Kenna
of having an affair and of fancying her other penpal of five years, Nigel. This
stemmed from an argument Kenna and Paul had over if they should meet, she
questioned why he was always so pushy and rude, he replied it was because he
was a dominant man. And that he loved her. It was a strange way to show it.
She was having
none of his nonsense and mentioned that her other penpal from Manchester,
Nigel, wasn’t bossy or rude and he would no doubt treat her like a lady and
queen. And on top of that, both shared the same interests of gothic music and
reading. Paul reacted like he was meant to and spat his dummy out, giving Kenna
a small victory and some respect showing she wasn’t a lady to be messed with.
It was at this time Kenna texted her neighbour and friend Javid to come round
so she could talk about her man trouble, he agreed and gently knocked on her
front door.
The two
friends talked for twenty minutes, Kenna explaining in a vexed voice just what
Paul was like and Javid nodding in agreement in the one sided talk.
When Javid
said what was on his mind, it took the blond haired girl by surprise, not
helping her out with the trouble with Paul. He announced rather quickly: “I
think of you when I masturbate Kenna. I have for a while now, I know I mustn’t
due to the church and my religion but I can’t help myself. I just can’t.”
