KHYLA
On the main road, Matthew slows down considerably. We are a little further the Chinese restaurant. Differently from what I supposed was logical, he turns right and drive toward the place we just escaped from. In my mind I think he’s crazy, but I don’t dare speak a word. Since I know him, I decided against any reason, to trust him blindly. Matthew interrupt the silence.
«Khyla, have you still got your phone? »
«Yes, why? »
«Tore it on the sidewalk. »
«Why should I?»
He laughs and his laughter is music to my ears. There’s no way to retrieve the good sense: when he talks, I hang on his lips.
«You just watch romantic comedies, don’t you? Because if you watched the cop shows, you would know that they can track you down by the frequencies of your cell phone. »
«But I’m particularly fond of this smartphone. I bought it with my savings. »
«Tore it! » He orders with hard voice and spiteful look.
I get the phone out of my pocket and throw it on the sidewalk, closing my eyes not to see it. My high-end iPhone! What a pity...then in my hands there’s an old Nokia.
«You can have this. Bart bought it at the swap-meet. He registered it with your fake name. »
I sigh. This one has nothing to do with my phone, but it’s got Snake. I’ll play with it when we’ll be safe or when I won’t be horsewhipped by Matthew... Ok. I won’t play Snake. Among this and that, I don’t think I’ll have time to play.
Now we’re near the Chinese restaurant. The van is no more there and in its place there’s a gathering of police men organizing a block road.
«Oh my God! If they stop us, our escaping ends here. »
«They won’t have time enough. Keep quite. Do you trust me or not? »
«Not really, but I don’t have many alternatives, at the moment. » I say smiling to defuse tension.
Actually, they don’t mind us. They’re all chuckleheads! As I give a look to see who the idiots are, I recognize him between all the others and my heart skips a beat. That is Jim! And if he’s here, somewhere there’s Fred, for sure. They are hands in glove not only at work. When I got back home tired and my only desire was to have a serene night with my man, I often found them eating popcorn and drinking beer on the sofa. So my plans to have dinner by candlelights, make love and sleep in his arms, often went out of the window.
«Houston, we got a problem » I spell to Matthew, moving my hands frantically.
«What’s the matter?» he asks with indifference.
«I think my ex boyfriend is with those policemen and, knowing him, I know he’s going to give us something to worry about. »
«I don’t think it’s an insurmountable obstacle. »
How can he be always so serene? If I said that we were going to crash against a wall or that a huge meteorite was falling on the middle of the road, I think he would always answer as if he didn’t worry about anything. Maybe this is why I like him so much. I’m one of those who are always worrying about something. Sometimes I think for hours to decide if order pizza or Chinese food and I’m so unsecure that, in the end, I make myself a toast and go to bed. Anyway this time I think to have good reasons to be worried, so I tell him what the matter is.
‹‹Can’t you understand? He knows everything about me. He’ll catch us and you’ll be lost. »
«Since how long you don’t see him? »
«A couple of months.»
«Then I keep on telling you that there’s no problem. Take that plastic bag behind your seat. »
I obey and open it. Before my stunned eyes there’s a foam cushioning. How this can save us, is an insoluble mystery to me.
«What’s this? »
«You have to wear it under your shirt, Khyla. Thank to this cushioning you’ll look six or seven months pregnant. There’s also some cotton for the breast. You’ll see, we’ll go through all the block roads. Nobody will suspect about a man with his pregnant companion. »
«And what will you say when they’ll check and find out that the car is stolen? »
«Surely you are strange! Who do you think I am? A foolish? The car is not stolen. Bart regularly bought it, registering it under my name. Of course the fake one. »
Yes, as I suspected this plan seems perfect, but I’m not comfortable. The only thing that comforts me is that in a few hours we’ll be in Mexico. I can imagine myself on a Cancún beach drinking Margarita, then Matthew comes wearing a skimpy swimsuit, brings me in a bungalow nearby the sea and makes love to me several times. My intention is to go over again on the Kamasutra positions with him, even the most acrobatic ones.
«Khyla, what are you thinking about? »
«Nothing. I was only thinking how to wear this thing. »
«Just pull on your shirt and tie it behind your back. »
«Ok. Here, in front of everyone? »
«As if someone could mind anything we do in the car...» answers Matthew with a smirk.
«Did you forget the surveillance cameras? »
«They’re all off. Bart’s hacker friend blocked them all. But just till the end of this road.»
So I get on action. I put the cotton in the bra and the cushioning on the belly tying it back. I actually noticed the shirt was too big and I thought it had been a mistake. Now it is perfect. Matthew thought about everything.
As I adjust the shirt, I feel fingers sneaking in my trousers and going fast into my panties.
«What are you doing, Matthew? » I ask with a moan.
«I’m exploring the internal cavity of a pregnant woman. It excites me so much! »
«This is not the right moment. »
«It is always the right moment to delight a woman, my dear Khyla. Plus, I have a free hand getting bored. This Volvo has automatic-shift gearbox. »
And so he goes on, slightly touching me. I arch my back slipping on the seat to free his movement. He takes advantage and enters in me with two fingers, several times. The frightening leaves space to pleasure and closing my eyes I enjoy the most strange orgasm of my life.
CHAPTER 17
KHYLA
We stop at a cross road to allow a river of people to cross, including a limping woman and a blind man who’s whimping the air with his stick to avoid obstacles. I didn’t image that our escape would be like this. I thought there would had been chasing with hisses of shoot over our heads. Instead everything is all right. Matthew is driving safely and calmly, as if we went out for shopping, not escaping the law. I take advantage to look at the directions. The signs indicates San Diego to the right and San Francisco straight. I’m quite sure we’ll go to the right considering that San Diego is the biggest city nearer to Mexico border. But when we start moving again, I notice that Matthew is going straight, to San Francisco. I’m about to ask for explanation, but then I think he’s right. It is better to divert the path; otherwise we could have the cops on our heels in short time.
As I’m still reflecting about what could go to happen in the next hours, we are stopped by a block road. Scratch that, they already found us. They order alt and I begin to tremble with fear.
«Be calm, just remember agreeing with me» says Matthew holding my hand.
I decide to trust him for the upteenth time. I deeply breath trying to get a natural and serene expression.
Matthew put both his hands on the wheel and waits smiling for the agents.
«Driving license and vehicle registration.»
«Good morning, agent, what’s the matter? Why did you stop us? »
«Just for a check. We are looking for two fugitives. »
«Rose, love, pull out the documents from the dashboard. »
Rose, what a name. I wonder who had the idea to give me this name. It seems more appropriate for the nanny of the Looney Tunes, not for me. I keep on smiling as if I had a hemiparesis. I pull out the documents and hold them out to Matthew who gives them calmly to the agent.
«How many weeks are you pregnant?» asks the cop addressing me
for the first time. What did he ask me? I don’t understand. Wait a minute...he’s persistenly looking at my belly. Oh God! He’s talking about the pregnancy! So... a month is made up of four weeks... this means that...
«She’s at the beginning of the sixth month.»
«Yes, she’s a female» I answer «Carl and I look forward to the birth. We have already chosen the name. It’ll be Clarice.»
«Good, I’m very happy for you. Mister Grasshopper, everything seems ok. You can go.»
Matthew starts the engine and we go. As soon as we are afar from the cops, we start laughing.
«Did you really would name a daughter Clarissa? » asks him with tears in his eyes.
«Certainly not. What about the name Rose? I hate it!»
«What do you think about my fake name? Do you think it’s better? This is Bart’s fault. He chose the names. »
Aha! Here is the culprit! It seemed strange to me that my Matthew could have so horrible tastes.
We pull ourselves together and move on in the journey, which proceeds without others interruptions. After a few miles we finally are out of the city. I look at the window feeling overexcited. I sing aloud the top of the hit, while Matthew drives calmly as if we were going at a picnic. Yet there’s something strange. Why, instead of getting closer to the border, do we move away more and more?
I don’t want to overwhelm myself with anxiety. Matthew has so far proved that he planned everything in the least detail. It makes no sense to upset him with unnecessary questions, but I can’t hold back...
«Matthew, why are we going to San Francisco? This way we’ll never get in Mexico. »
He suddenly changes his expression hardening his features and his gaze: «I never said we were going to Mexico. »
«Yes, this is true... But we are in California...» I blether without even listening to the bullshits that comes out from my mouth.
«So what? It seems to me that you saw too many western movies. »
Hearing these words, blood rush to my head.
«For your information, I get nervous when you make fun of me on the kind of movies I watch. You don’t know anything about me. Anyway is not a matter of movies. It’s logical to think that the only way to escape from the police is to go beyond the border, and Mexico is the nearest. »
«You could be right, but we aren’t going there anyway. First point: if we are out of Los Angeles it’s because the cops had your same thought and looked somewhere else. Second point: I have an affair to settle down in San Francisco.. »
«What kind of affair? Have you got a safety deposit box there? » I ask looking for a plausible explanation to his plan.
«This is not your business, Khyla! » he replies with a tone that broken no argument.
I can’t believe this! Since I know him, I’ve always gone along with his wishes and he treats me like that? No, I’m not going to undergo anymore.
«Stop the car! » I shout with all the anger.
«What do you want to do? » he asks scared by my furious tone.
«I want to get out of this car right away. You treat me worst than a cigarette flatten on the asphalt and I don’t deserve it. Now you stop the car and I’ll go back to Los Angeles. You yourself said that I’ve nothing to fear about. I’ll tell them that you no longer need me, so you freed me.»
«And what about me? I need your help, Khyla! » he responds choked up.
«Who doesn’t respect me, doesn’t deserve me. »
«Wait a minute...I know that I’ve been bad with you, but you are my last hope. Till you are beside me, I’ll be safe.»
«In short I’m just a safe-conduct. What a great consideration!...»
I can feel some tears stinging my eyes, about to come down, but I’m not going to seem weak now.
«No, it isn’t like this. If I turned to you it’s because something special unites us. »
«But it’s not as special as the one that unit you and Tracy, isn’t it? »
He shakes his head pretending to be talking with a deaf.
«Why don’t you understand? I like and respect you. I felt a strong attraction for you, but I love Tracy! And she loves me, I can feel it. »
I should feel even more offended by this statement, but the sweet tone he used talking about me before naming her, seems to be enough to patch my wounded heart. At least by now.
«You’re hopeless, Matthew. Let me tell you this: I know how these things works. And I’m even more hopeless, because I’ve been running after you as a cretin.»
«Do you mean that we are continuing the journey together?» He asks, keeping his breath in wonder.
«Yes, ok. Let’s continue this madness.»
He smiles, then gives me a slight pat on the cheek.
«Thank you, Khyla. I’m happy for your forgiveness. Just bear some more hours travelling. Bart booked a room for us in a motel just a few kilometers away from San Francisco. Once there, we can have some food and some rest. »
«Wouldn’t it be better to resolve your unfinished buisiness as soon as possible? »
«No, we’re too much tired. We wouldn’t have the necessary lucidity. »
I think he’s right. We’re really tired. I’m tired...Overwhelmed by the rhythm of the car, I close my eyes. I’m going to rest for a moment or two, just to regain strength. Just a few minutes...I just need a little rest...
CHAPTER 18
FRED
«Jim, can you hear me? I found Khyla’s phone. I think they are going to Mexico. Advise everybody. We have to intensify the road blocks in the south end of the city. That criminal won’t escape.»
«Ok, I’m going to take care of it. You come back and give the phone to the I.T. guys. The more information we get, the more we can manage to stop them without bloodshed.»
«I told you, Jim. Anyone who sheds the blood of that bastard, will have all my respect. The important thing is that nobody touches Khyla. »
I’m walking back and forth with her phone in hand. As soon as I saw it, I immediately recognized the cell phone holster encrusted with Swarovzky crystals that I bought for her to embellish her iPhone. This, in fact, is one of the numerous presents I gave her during our relationship. Yes, without any doubt I filled my darling Khyla with a lot of presents, during the few months we spent together. Anyway this doesn’t honor me because each present is connected to something I had to be forgiving for. The earrings for having forgotten the month anniversary, the phone holster because after a night spent to drink with my friends, I vomited on her favorite rug. Not to tell about all the times I went home with bunches of flowers. Every time I gave her roses or tulips, it was because after work I went in the red lights district. We were ok in bed, but she was never enough for me. My biscuit wanted to be dipped more times per day. That’s why I left her and chose Fanny. We both are ninphos and we get on well together. My new girl friend pretends to be posh, uptight, looking-down-her-nose type, but actually she’s a pure race mare. Anything I ask her, she never say no. I just hope she won’t leave me when she’ll come to know that I’m investigating on Khyla’s kidnapping. Indeed, she already could know. Rumors go fast. Maybe this is why she didn’t call yet to tell me the dirty stuff as she use to do at two o’clock in the afternoon. It doesn’t matter. As soon as this story gets to an end, I’ll find the way to be forgiven. It’s sufficient to give her some special cuddle to lose her up. My dirty girl.
As I arrive to the Chinese restaurant, Jim runs to me. He snatches the phone out of my hand and gives it to the technician.
«There it is. I hope you can get some interesting informations from it, Oscar» Jim exclaims, actually thinking that the phone can make miracles in the right hands.
«I’ll try, but it would be better if Khyla kept it with her. »
We already knew it, but to hear this from an I.T. it’s worst. I take advantage of his presence to ask him some questions.
«Oscar, do you think the surveillance cameras can suggest us the way to proceed? »
«I’m sorry,
Fred. I began to look at them and I understood that someone has tampered with them all just in the needed hours. A real master shot.»
«Yes» continue Jim. «Actually, even the others informations I collected lead to the same conclusion. The transfer to San Diego was a fake. The point where the cell phone stopped working wasn’t casual. The detainee perfectly knew where to take refuge and how to move. »
«Yet it seems strange that the asshole could have planned it all by himself. » I reply, really surprised.
Jim resumes talking. «No, he couldn’t plan the escape without someone else’s help. Everything was too perfect. This is the reason why we asked informations to the penitentiary police. They informed us that the only one whom which he kept contacts with, was an old friend and cell’s companion, Bartholomeus Dixie. »
«The counterfaiter? The guy has fingers in many pies. He surely had an important part in the flight. Maybe it’s for the best. This means that if we find him, we’ll also find Khyla and her kidnapper. »
«Yes, it would be nice... the problem is that he too seems to be vanished like smoke. »
Damn! Those thugs are reaping a lot of advantage over us, but they won’t be able to get rid of it. Sooner or later I’ll find them and thrown them in jail without any pity.
KHYLA
A hand is touching my arm.
«There we are, Khyla.»
I open my eyes and need some seconds to bring into focus the details. When I fell asleep the sun was still high in the sky...now is getting darker. Much more than a nap...I kept sleeping for at least two or three hours!
I stretch my body and get out of the car. Matthew joins me and takes me by the arm whispering: «Are you ready for the show? We still have to pretend to be a young couple waiting for a baby. »
«Of course! No problem» I sincerly reply. Besides what sense would it make in telling myself fairy tales? I know what I’m feeling. I would really like to be Matthew’s girlfriend and the mother of his child, but I also know that someone played in advance and that I only have to carry on with just a lot of impossible dreams.
As soon as we enter the motel, I look around curiously. It’s an old building, but clean. In front of us there’s a long wood desk and a smiling man welcoming us.
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