They drove us back into the city and to the bar. They followed us inside and to the back of the bar.
“Wait here,” Clyde said.
An old lady appeared with three men. “I see,” she said as she sat down. “Sit, it is over, sit.”
We both sat at what was a large table in the back room. There was the storage of food and beer all around us. She looked at us both through eyes of steel. Her long white hair fell down her back.
“You are good, you need a doctor?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Seriously?”
“Don’t be rude!” she snapped back at me.
I was shocked by the anger in her voice.
“Don’t!” the lady said as she pointed the finger at me. “Don’t sit there and think you are better than us!”
Winston looked back at me, shaking his head. I fell silent and sat back in my chair. The old lady lit a cigarette and sat back in her chair. The three men stood silently behind her.
“You think we are mean, that we do this for fun?” she asked as she looked directly at me. “You think your great country doesn’t do the same?”
I didn’t know what to say.
“How many people disappear in your great country?” she asked as she leaned forward. “How many go into your great national parks, never to be seen again? How many take road trips to see the great sights of your country never to return home?”
She shook her head then said something in her native tongue to the men behind her. They all laughed. Then she leaned forward and slammed her fist on the table.
“There was a time in your country, they used to hunt, kill and maim any human that had his skin color, for no reason at all!” she said, pointing to Winston.
Winston looked down at the floor. I swallowed hard in fear and was partly embarrassed.
“Your homeless, they disappear, yes?” she looked at both of us.
I looked at Winston, we both nodded.
“Do you care? Do people wonder, oh where did they go? No! They search for little bit then bah good riddance. The wealthy pay to hunt them, or see them chopped up into little pieces, or some big cooperation use them as tiny guinea pigs. Bah you get upset for few friends!” the old lady shook her head at me.
“Now what?” Winston asked.
“Up to you,” the lady said as she put out her cigarette in a small wooden cup on the table. “You say nothing, offer still stands.”
“And if we don’t agree,” I said, looking at the three prominent men.
“You go home,” the lady said.
“Just like that?” I asked.
“Yes,” she smiled. “We are not murderers,” she laughed.
She walked her way to the door. The three men followed. “You sleep then you decide.”
Clyde and his partner came back into the room. “Come on,” they said.
“Where to?” they asked as we got back in the van.
“We have a choice?” I asked.
“Police or hotel,” Clyde asked.
“Police,” Winston answered.
“Good choice,” the driver said.
I turned to Winston. “Our friends have gone missing, if we go back to the hotel, it will look like we had a hand in it.”
I nodded. The lady was right. We did have a choice say nothing or say everything. It just depends on what we say.
They dropped us off near the police station. We walked and talked, making sure we got our story right. With a deep breath, we entered.
* * * * * * * * * *
For six gruelling hours, they questioned us. It was not the first time tourist went missing in this city, and they wanted it to end. When we did get some sleep, they kept us in separate rooms. The next day was a repeat of the same, from the moment we woke up.
“What?” I asked, looking at the agent sitting in front of me. “You have asked me everything.”
“You went sightseeing,” the man asked me for the hundredth time.
“You saw the pictures online, were we in it?” I asked.
“So, you took the pictures and posted it online,” he asked.
“Yes,” I nodded.
“Yes, we can see you took a nice ride into the countryside,” he said, looking at the pictures I had posted. I was glad I didn’t post any pictures with anyone in them.
“None of you are in the pictures,” the agent in front asked.
“Do I look like a person that takes a lot of selfies?” I asked.
They had seen my online profile. They knew the answer.
A man walked into the room and whispered to the agent. “Follow me please,” the man said. I got up and followed him out of the room. Winston and another man joined us.
“Keep separated,” the man ordered.
We walked down another hall. We saw people lined in the hallway. A glass separated us from them. I saw Melissa’s mother. No doubt the other people were family members of the others. I kept my head forward.
“Enter,” one of the men said as we walked into a small room with a desk.
We took a seat at one end.
“Your story checks out,” the man said. “We found the van just outside the city limits. Articles of your friends clothing and personal belongings were found inside.”
“What happened?” Winston asked.
“It looks like a fight broke out, we found some clothes in the nearby trees with blood on them, matching four of the people, and a body of one of the men in the picture,” he said as he pushed a photo out to us. It looked like the driver, but he was too badly beaten to say for sure. They were wearing the same clothes.
“Robbery?” I asked.
“Could be many things,” the man shrugged.
“You’re both lucky,” the man said as he stood up. “Good instincts.”
“We can go?” I asked.
“Unless you want to stay,” he replied.
I shot upward and walked towards the door.
Winston and I walked towards the door that led to the rest of the people. Melissa’s mom instantly hugged me. I started to cry, remembering the last few moments of her daughter’s life. Winston was greeted by a white woman and a tall black man.
“I talked to your aunt,” Melissa’s mom said. “She is on her way, should be here tomorrow, to take you home.”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
My parents had died a long time ago. My aunt had taken care of me ever since. I looked over at Winston, and we both nodded at each other.
* * * * * * * * *
The police and many of the agencies involved wanted us to stay in the country for a few more days. Melissa’s mom volunteered to stay with me. I told her it wasn’t necessary and that she should go home to the rest of her family.
We were escorted to the hotel, where television crews were waiting to interview us. We stuck to our story as camera’s flashed and reporters asked questions. Then a dark black car pulled up. Winston and I both looked at each other.
The old lady from before walked through the large crowd. This time she wasn’t dressed in the regular clothes, but she looked official. The three men followed closed beside her.
“The city as well as the government are saddened by what happened today,” she said out loud to everyone. “We have paid for and will continue to pay for the family members grieving including funeral or burial fees. The two behind me,” she said as she looked back at us. “Have been asked to stay in the country for continued questions and investigation into this crime.”
She turned around as another man took over. “I hate this part of the job,” she said as she walked with us into the hotel.
“Surprised you don’t like the other part,” I replied through stiff lips.
“Sarah is it?” she turned to look at me.
“Yes,” I replied.
“I have been appointed to keep everyone in this city as well as many other smaller cities and towns safe from anything and everything, if that means a few people have to disappear…”
“Die,” Winston corrected.
“Yes, die,” she said as she looked at him. “To do so, then line then up, I will sleep just fine.”
We continued to walk into the lobby. “Ask yourselves this while you are on this high and mighty parade of yours.” She said, looking at both of us. “What would your governments do to protect all its citizens? What line will they not cross? What deal with the devil they will not make?”
I couldn’t reply. I knew very well that the stakes to keep the people I knew back home were high. And I was sure if I or any of the millions of citizens knew every detail of all the back door deals made behind closed doors to keep everyone safe, we would not sleep soundly.
“Good, then let me worry about my moral compass and both of you can enjoy the rest of your stay,” she walked up to the front desk. The lady spoke to the man behind the desk. The two of them went back and forth about a few things in their native tongue.
“Everything is taken care of,” the lady said as she walked back to the front door. “And if you don’t think I am sorry for your loss, then you are dead wrong. I am very sorry, but it had to be done.”
“Doesn’t make it any easier on us,” Winston said.
She was gone back outside to the flashing lights of the cameras and the reporters.
“This way,” a man said. He led us to the elevator. The elevator door opened to a huge suite. “This is your key card for the elevator, “he said, handing us both cards.
“The view,” I said as I ran to the large window. I looked over the large city. It was spectacular.
“There is no other view like it, anywhere in the city,” the man said from behind. “This is lady Claire’s private suite she only gives it out once a year.”
“Thank you,” Winston said from behind me.
The man left us alone.
“I need to take a bath,” I said as I went to find the bathroom.
The bathtub alone was as big as my bathroom back in the dorms. I laid in it thinking about the last conversation I had with Melissa and Tyler. The hot water made my body feel better, but my mind was racing.
I wrapped the long towel around me as I got out of the tub.
Usually, I went straight to get dried off and clothed before anyone noticed me. Staring at myself in the mirror, I hated my body. I knew tons of women out there would love my long blonde hair and my thin but toned body.
I opened the towel and looked at my huge breasts. Immediately I closed it back up. They looked odd on me; I remember my aunt telling me that many women hated certain things about themselves. And that it was okay for me to hate them.
I heard the television turn on then remembered I wasn’t alone.
I quickly got dressed in the assorted clothes that had been brought from the other hotel. I joined Winston in the large living room. I sat on the couch next to him. He had also cleaned up.
“Room service menu,” he said as he gave me the large binder.
“Not hungry,” I said as I rested my head on his shoulder.
I don’t know why but I wanted his company. I wanted to feel him next to me.
“Can I say something?” he asked as he wrapped his arm around me. I was sure he wanted to feel someone close to him as well.
“Sure,” I said, looking up at his hazel eyes.
“I think there is something wrong with me,” he said as I looked at him.
“Why?” I asked.
“I know I should feel bad, feel guilty, feel I don’t know, responsible?” He said as he shook his head. “I don’t feel anything, I don’t feel remorse or sad. I do feel sad for the family and their friends, but other than that…nothing.”
I moved away from him. “Me too,” I answered. All this time, I had tried to make myself feel something like trying to remember the last conversation with Melissa. I didn’t feel bad about what I had said. She had told everyone about me.
“Melissa,” Winston said as he paused.
“She was a friend,” I nodded. “Some might say a best friend.”
“You wouldn’t?” Winston asked.
“I was hoping that we could reach that level of trust, but recently I found out she didn’t feel the same way,” I shrugged. “What about you? Were you close to any of them?”
“No,” Winston shook his head. “My parents are…” he paused as he looked at me. “Rich, and that is putting it lightly, both of them are professors at prestigious colleges and they tour and speak about their professions globally.”
“Ah,” I nodded. “They used you.”
“Exactly,” Winston nodded. “I am not innocent in the fact I used them as well.”
“We all use someone in some sort of way,” I nodded. “It’s life.”
We stared at each other, then we kissed. “No,” Winston said. “I am sorry, I shouldn’t have…”
“Like you said I am not innocent either,” I nodded.
“But,” he began to say.
“It’s nerves,” I said as I backed away from him. “We have both been through a traumatic event and the interviewing and the questions and…” I stopped. “Maybe we should go to our rooms, so nothing else happens.”
“Agreed,” Winston said as we both went our separate ways.
I laid in bed thinking about what had happened. I didn’t feel like it was a mistake. I knew I felt the need to be close to him. But was it because he saved my life? Or that he was willing to die so that I could live? There were many instances where a person got a crush on their saviour. Is that what I was feeling? No, I would know the difference. I was smart enough to know if I had a crush or had genuine feelings.
I got out of bed in a trance and walked across the large living room towards Winston’s door. I knocked on it. As soon as it opened, I threw myself at him. We kissed as I pinned him against the nearest wall.
“I don’t care if it’s nerves, or if it’s just a crush,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I had to stand on the tips of my toes just to kiss him.
“I don’t care either,” Winston said as he picked me up quickly. My legs wrapped around him as he turned around this time. He pinned me with my back against the wall. His hands wrapped under me, caressing my pert ass.
He walked with me as we kissed. I landed first on the bed with him on top of me. I crawled my way up the bed to the pillows. He looked down at me with eyes that melted my insides. He took off his shirt.
“For a nerd, you have a great body,” I said, tracing my hands down his muscular chest and abs.
“A lot of running away from people,” he smiled as we kissed again.
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it towards me as I sucked on his tongue. I felt his hands wrap around me and grab my ass again. I smiled slightly.
“An ass guy huh?” I said as we broke.
“Not really, but I know how you feel about…” Winston said as he looked down at my sweater.
“They are horrible,” I shook my head. “Trust me.”
“I doubt it, but I will not push you,” he smiled.
“Good,” I nodded.
I reached for my shorts and pulled them down. Then my panties were next, Winston followed suit. “Wow,” I said as I looked at his dick.
“What? Too small?” he said nervously.
“You have the wrong idea of what small is, if you think that is anywhere close to being small,” I said with my eyes glued to it.
“We don’t have to…” Winston said before I put a finger over his mouth.
“Just go slowly,” I said as I laid back. “I have never had something that big before.”
He nodded as he lay on top of me. “I didn’t bring protection.”
“Neither did I,” I shook my head. “You have pulled out before, haven’t you?’
Winston shook his head. “Maybe we shouldn’t,” he said as he got off me.
“If it’s the nerves thing,” I said as I turned to face him. “It’s okay, we both…”
Winston shook his head again. “It’s just that,” he began to say. “I have never, well you know.”
“It’s okay, accidents happen if you don’t…” I stopped myself as I looked at his eyes. “Oh,” I laid my head on his chest. “You mean, you’re a …”
“Don’t say it,” he shook his head. “I hate that word.”
“It’s okay,” I shrugged. “It’s not like I have been with many guys. Just one that I have gone all the way with, and that was only twice,” I shook my head. “Three times but the first time doesn’t count, it lasted less than ten seconds.”
“Oh great,” Winston said as he shook his head.
I held his head with both my hands as I straddled him. I looked down at him. “It’s okay,” My long hair dangled down on top of him. “Do you want to?”
I watched as he began to think. “No,” I shook my head. “Don’t over think it, or else you will ruin it, yes, or no?”
He nodded. “Good.”
I had never been on top before. Winston was slightly hard. No doubt he was still nervous. I grabbed the bottom of my sweater.
“No, you don’t have to,” he began to say, but it was too late. I took my shirt and sweater off, revealing my large chest to him. “Holy,” he said as he looked up at them.
“I warned you,” I began to say, but his hands were already caressing them. I moaned softly as he pinched the nipples and rolled them between his fingers. Usually, guys would squeeze and molest them like they were the first and last boobs they would ever touch.
Winston sucked and kissed them. His tongue traced all around them, even lifting them to lick the underside. I felt his large dick poking me from behind.
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