When they had finished Angea-Lea sang a song she made up herself:
“You’ve left behind an angel,
sing your love song to get her back,
she heard your heavenly melody,
now she’s after your heart.”
With the voice of a cherub Malachi sang her a song called ‘Angels From Heaven’, the century-old stone and shingle chalet came alive with the music and everything fell miraculously into place as they slid beneath the silk sheets for one last blast.
It all of a sudden dawned on Angea-Lea early the following morning that they had company. She shook Malachi awake asking in a country-bumpkin tone who the young boy was. He stared back at her in amazement hitting his forehead with the palm of his huge hand. “I completely forgot to tell you or to even introduce you both.”
He leapt out of the cosy bed, jumped into his night shorts and flew down the decorative hall to his room at the end – “Jiminez come!” he screamed. Jiminez scrambled out of bed rubbing his tired eyes with his knuckles, “Oh Malachi what time is it?”
“Never mind follow me.” He did, then laid his eyes on the most beautiful woman peeping out from the blankets. She felt her spine tremble with arousal until she almost took a shaking fit.
“Hello little matey, what is your name?” she held out her dainty hand, he bent and kissed it. “I’m Jiminez I don’t have any parents and I need you and Malachi to look after me can you adopt me?”
She slipped on her brunch coat.
“Oh! You don’t have anyone, well, if Malachi marries me we can adopt you.”
He hopped on the end of the bed and pleaded with them to marry. Right there and then Malachi took her hands in his, she could feel the warmth of his hands and inside she felt so joyous so much a part of a family already. As he lifted her off the bed onto the animal print rug he knelt on one knee and stared into her pretty eyes, “Will you marry me Angea-Lea?” he asked a little nervously. At that point she felt so attracted to him, he looked so handsome in his night shorts, his rippling muscles making her feel like a baby staring in awe at her daddy’s bigness. She looked at Jiminez, then at him thinking what a great responsibility would lie ahead. He then smiled a wide smile and said, “I shall be so loyal to you my love.” What else could she do but say, “Yes my love I would be the happiest bride in the world if you would marry me.”
“Then today we shall shop for an engagement ring, how does that sound?”
“It sounds perfect, I am so excited that you picked me.”
As she held him tight, he’d thought of all the sheilas he’d had before and none was so lovely as this one.
Jiminez joined the circle of love he was thrilled he was going to be taken care of.
“Like the Toyota Avensis I’m versatile, sporty, great with kids and good looking,” Malachi wanted to imprint on everyone’s memory just how great he was.
“You are all of those things darling,” Angea-Lea pressed her petal pink lips softly against his rustic red ones.
Like Malachi, Angea-Lea was a tower of strength to Jiminez even in the little time she had known him. They had visited a jewellery store called Diamonds Are Forever and purchased the most exquisite 24carot gold diamond studded ring. The diamonds were in the shape of petals she was thrilled when he slipped it on in the bath that evening.
Before they went to bed they both stared out of the window at the crenellated watchtower on the corner of the outside wall and the snowy hills they would sled down the next day.
Love whispered through the thickly forested setting on the wings of two cremorne doves as they ducked and dived hitting and missing each other before stopping on the roof of the watchtower to kiss.
The next evening a dance was held for the break-up of the floral artistry school and Angea-Lea, dressed in a gorgeous pink and blue Tafetta gown received her award, she topped the class and was said to do very well in a career of floral artistry. But… while they were dancing giant firework sparklers used by the rock band ignited soundproof foam in the ceiling and wall near the band pit.
Like the heat of passion the blaze slithered like a snake across the ceiling, the agitating gloomy smoke ate ravenously the once crisp clean air in just a few short minutes, the smell of burning hair and flesh was repulsive.
People trapped inside were screeching in agonising pain. Malachi and Jiminez had been drinking punch outside on the manicured lawn but Angea-Lea was inside. Malachi raced up the steps ordering Jiminez to stay where he was. Angea-Lea’s head was hanging outside the window her skin was raw with burns her pretty dress ashes, she was dead. The devil had robbed her of her angelic powers and she could not save her nor her friends from the hellish fire. Malachi grabbed her and dragged her outside and lay her on the grass. Instinct told him to place the crossbone on her navel and instantly she came to life muttering: “I am an angel once a sparkling star that fell from the heavens and settled inside the happy heart of baby Angea-Lea. I grew into your kindly beauty that burned to death in a fire, I lost my powers but heard your bell of love ringing and you my protecting guardian spirit rescued me and brought me back to life, I don’t ever want to be out of your sight.”
The poem had risen from the mountains of her mind it soothed all and miraculously she was healed and brought back to life but not so for her friend Millii who had been kissing some young gent in the hall closet and could not be found. Firefighters could do little but watch the room full of panicking people just burn to a cinder. The devil no longer had the power to take away her powers because the Ibex bone was more powerful only the entire council of angels held the power to take away her powers.
They retuned to the chalet the incident having left Angea-Lea’s mind in an instant. She had even forgotten she’d had a friend called Millii.
“I had a ton of fun at the college Malachi,” her covergirl face glowing.
“That’s great Angea-Lea, now you have your blossoming freedom, you’ve toiled hard for this, I think it was a course in the school of life, I hope it taught you everything you need for survival in a world full of let downs.”
She drooled over her seriously sexy man, he’s such a babe, she thought.
“I was tired of sitting behind a workbench studying flowers and their fancy biological names, I want to live a little, have plenty of sex with you Malachi.” Together they leapt to the downstairs living room, Christmas balls were still hanging from the crystal chandeliers.
“Sex is what keeps ya young,” Malachi told her as he placed some books neatly on the hexagonal and intricately carved table in the centre of the room, underneath the table was a large round rug burnt orange in colour with flower bouquets in various shades of blue embroidered on it. Angea-Lea went to the closet to grab the vacuum cleaner she plugged it in and gave the rug a clean. Dust had collected from the chalet being locked up for two years without use. “I’m glad you are not one of those blokes addicted to dope, it would take the oomph out of our romance, I’ve heard of it before,” she told him after she’d turned off the machine.
“Any future schemes would go out the window, it would just wreck everything Angea-Baby. I steer clear of people who smoke the stuff.”
A storm rifled across the majestic alps igniting the sky with reds and greens. At a meeting with the Board of Veterinary Practise Malachi was granted his wish to take his fiancée on Vet visits throughout the country. However there was a delay in beginning of two weeks. This would give him time to rest and relax and see a little of Ticino and he told her so.
It was discovered that Anthonee Flair, the eurasion that was interested in Angea-Lea was the one caught in the closet with Millii.
Along the broad surface of the 1891 chalet was a 25-metre swimming pool that had been emptied for the winter and heavy snow lay on top of the cover. Angea-Lea, Malachi and Jiminez walked around the snow covered grounds. As they stood in awe at the hilly countryside Angea-Lea could feel a warmth she’d never felt with any one before, it directed her intellectuality like a sunflower toward the
sun. She felt a whole person and that she was ready to take on the world and live a rich, free life. The money Malachi would soon earn would allow them to really thrive as a little family.
“Where is Millii Visconti?” All of a sudden she remembered her friend as she stared at a thundering black cloud looming above her. “Where is Anthonee Flair?”
Malachi brushed her blond hair from her cheek ever so carefully and held her puffy cheek in his brawny hand. Staring into her beautiful grape green eyes he told her a teensy bit of the terrible tragedy that had taken place.
“You see, there was this fire,” he went on. “Millii and Anthonee and all of the friends you had made at the college were burnt to cinders, I’m so sorry, I know you are hurting and you will for some time.”
She stared in disbelief at a trim of flowering snow-hardy plants she bent down to dust off the snow that was covering the plants.
“Millii was my best friend and I was the only female friend she had. The other girls called her the most beautiful girl and at times they called her a stuck-up bitch. It seems it is a crime to be so beautiful. Also her wealth didn’t help.”
A teardrop fell from each eye and she scurried back into the house with a short memory as of a child.
Malachi massaging Angea-Lea’s sweetest spot with the tip of his tongue
Chapter Nine
The Swissians stole Ticino from Italy in 1512 and have hung onto it ever since. The tingle of the Italian accent is one of the major aspects that separates the region from the rest of Switzerland.
“Like a fresh Mediterranean garden is the feel of the climate in the south,” Angea-Lea sang as she twirled in front of the mirror, naked. The snow was beginning to melt, she felt young and alive. On the wall in the living room above the fireplace ablaze with candles were a current harvest ripe of Ticino’s bachelor babes. It was three in the morning and Jiminez and Malachi were sound asleep upstairs.
Melancholy sounds she made whilst drooling and tittering at the bachelor’s gallery imagining all sorts of things about them. She wished she could have a different hunk of spunk for every day of the week, for example Mr. Intellectual on Monday, Mr. Cutsie on Tuesday, Mr. Muscle on Wednesday, dense Arab on Thursday etc etc etc.
These were the top five voted the sexiest.
“Let’s see, the first on the list is Spring-loaded Lauterbrunnen. He is beautiful starkers, more beautiful than a glacier-cut valley. He looks sensitive as if he could cry a waterfall if something sad happened in his girlfriend’s life. What a body for a midwife but he is a tad on the skinny side. He reminds me of a shepherd boy, a man with little or no education,” she giggled at his teensy little member. She continued to whisper into the night asking herself, “I wonder what would be the one thing he’d stand for? I think he would stand by his female patients no matter what.”
Pacing the floors she pretended she was giving an interview, she held up her fist as if she were holding a microphone. “What part of a lady do you like the best?” In pretence he answered ‘a rip-roaring vagina, where her musk scent takes my breath away!’ Angea-Lea jumped up and down on the spot her breasts bobbing, she held them to steady them and twirled her fingertips around her teats until she could feel the intensity of her vibrating clitty. But in all her innocence she was not aware somebody was standing outside at the window watching her every move.
“Okay what dominates your dreams?” How she wished she could ask the questions to his face but this would probably be the best she’d get. ‘Yes, I dream of babies coming out feet first it’s scary.’ “That would be scary in your position.” At this point she turned around to face the window holding her vagina tight with her right hand. She did not notice the man standing there because he’d ducked just in time.
Under the moonlight she could make out a trail that could lead one away from the façade of the chalet and the encrusted valley through to the Swiss wilderness. Now she asked a further question. “What would be your favourite birthday present?” ‘Paintings of me as a naked nipper.’ She was cottoning on to the Aussie lingo from Malachi. Again the fist went heavenwards, “What would be your life’s code?” ‘My lovers will never starve whilst sex is the dessert after every evening meal’. By now it was three-thirty and she was feeling fairly dirty and thirsty for sex but not with her own man, she wanted sex with the man in the picture. He seemed so real. The final question was… “What occupation did you desire the most when you were a little boy growing up?” ‘To be the best baby deliverer, the best romancer, the best at uttering falsehood.’ That last answer made her laugh hysterically, “What if it is all true about you?” she yakked to the man inside the varnished wooden frame. She was slowly becoming Ticino’s Trifler – a kind of fancy confection men would adore to sink their teeth into. He had her trifling. She loved to finger lightly her sweet, sweet nectarous pavlova until her digits became sweet smelling and sticky. Simplicity of heart and a portrayal of life as it actually existed she desired more than anything to coexist. She was tempted to just walk out the door that day in search of Mr. Spring-loaded Lauterbrunnen his first name turned her on. She soaked in a warm bubble bath.
Malachi rose early to prepare breakfast all this time he hadn’t noticed the naked men above the fireplace. Men hardly took much notice of other men. He felt he didn’t need to compare himself, besides he must have been the one to shag the most women ever. He knew he had the biggest around.
Jiminez was told to gather the eggs from the chicken coop, he thought it was fun stealing the warm vitamin pills from under the chooks. Malachi took the bacon from the freezer. Lucky for them the Veterinary Hospital staff had stocked up the freezer with Aussie food as well as Swiss. He looked at one clear box labelled Geschnetzeltes mit Rösti and in English underneath it translated slivered veal in cream sauce with country-fried potatoes. Jiminez brought in one dozen eggs in his little cane basket. Malachi lifted him up on to the kitchen bench saying, “You’ll grow two inches in height and put on a good half stone when I cook up these lovely cackleberrys just you wait and see – go get Angea-Lea,” he helped him down off the bench, “What are cackleberrys Daddy?” Malachi’s eyes welled with tears as big as pearls at the name ‘Daddy’, no one had ever called him that because he had shot through the moment he’d made a woman pregnant as he did not want the responsibility of rearing a child, therefore he was a little worried now that Angea-Lea was with child.
He turned around from facing the old wooden stove and told him “cackleberrys are eggs my son.”
“You are crying over that?” Jiminez asked.
“Naaah!” he rubbed his hand through Jiminez’s hair, “I’m just so glad to hear the name Daddy.”
“And thank you for calling me son.”
Bathing time was now over for Angea-Lea much to her disappointment and as she was towel drying herself she was busy singing a Swiss tune she had made up herself her voice could be heard all over the chalet. “In the pension Kraml off Gumpendorfersti there is lots of space in my well-lit large room, and as I stand on the old wooden floor and stare at the high ceilings I see your angel face. You bring me my Buffet breakfast on a large tray you eat with me some bread, some yogurt, some cheese, some eggs and I didn’t even need to call ahead, somehow you knew O Angel of mercy and light, nurse me in heaven tonight.” A songscraftswoman Malachi called her. She removed her engagement ring from her finger and placed it on the bathroom table.
Angea-Lea was in the middle of stepping into a pair of panties knows as hipsters they had a strawberry pink wavy trim of lace around the hips and groin with a pretty combination of variegated pink sunflowers and purpley-grey vine in between with a matching satin bow at the centre, when Jiminez appeared to announce breakfast was being prepared by her prince charming, gasping at the sight of her plump sweet spot. Immediately she heard sounds of heavy breathing and slammed the door on his nose.
“Now I am a Pekinese,” he yelled.
She giggled, then putting her matching bra on said, “Okay, I shall be there in a min
ute.”
The weather warmed rather rapidly so she decided to wear a light bronze chiffon frock of which she looked like she was basking in the bronze sunglow of a toasty afternoon by the seashore and she looked as if she was wrapped in rose due to the many huge full blown pink and white roses splashed all over the material and in between sprinkles of gold. A big red, gold and pink rose was stitched to the centre near the valley of her plump bosom. Her hair was swept up into a bun with a huge paper hibiscus the colour of a sunset attached into the centre of the bun. Around her dainty neck she wore Malachi’s silver box chain necklace, the thin straps over her shoulders showing off their beauty. On her feet were ooh-la-la latté coloured shoes that looked like a sandy/coffee tone. A berry cool lipstick moistened her dry lips and a chilled champagne blush did not over-colour her cheeks. She slipped on her ring and slipped into the bedroom and picked up her gold clutch purse and waltzed down the steps.
At the base of the steps, pride of place stood her man. So strong, looking so perfect in every way. Although at first he was a bit much to take he had now grown on her and she was beginning to accept him and his unusual ways.
“You look as pretty as a floral garden in full bloom with butterflies dancing upon each flower,” he told her. Before she could say anything their lips were locked in a rather lengthy kiss. He wondered where she was off to dressed like that.
His mind quickly returned to the preparation of the breakfast meal as he could smell a burning smell on the stove. “My open-faced omelette with asparagus and goat’s fetta.” He really moved, like grease lightening towards the range, she tiptoed out the door without him knowing. Where was she headed?
“Well Angea-Lea here’s breaky caught the eggs just in time before I burnt the lot.”
Jiminez had already been sitting at the table playing with his knife and fork.
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