Hekate's Passage: A story of Sex and Rock'n'roll, (Hekate's Passage: A story of Sex and Rock'n'roll, part 2, vol. 1)

by Kot, Eleyne

  I check.

  “Yes, you’re right. It seems we still have dozen; so what do you think? Just eggs with toast?”

  “Don’t we have any more bacon?” Babette asks.

  “The sliced one is gone, there’s just diced a one left. You know what, I’ll make them scrambled eggs with this diced bacon, along with toast. And we can have some yogurt with muesli,” I decide.

  “Why not? The coffee and tea are ready,” Yasmin pours me a cup and adds some milk. “We also have some fruit, we can mix them with our muesli… I really don´t adapt myself easily to this English breakfast, it looks to me like a lunch! I’ll just drink coffee with milk and have a couple of croissants or sweet rolls we call faturas, or toast with jam.”

  When I finish making a big pan of scrambled eggs the guys enter the kitchen.

  “I can smell something tasty,” says Colin sniffing the air, “what’s cooking?”

  “We have scrambled eggs with bacon and toast for you today,” Yasmin answers him.

  “Sounds delicious,” Jim takes the pan from me and spoons the dish out for the guys. They just sit around the table and start tucking in.

  “We have to go to the city today. We have some stuff to arrange with our record company and it can’t wait any longer. But we’ll try to come back as soon as possible. For lunch,” Colin says.

  “I’m going to stay with you this time,” Tony declares, “but I still need to do some things in the studio.”

  “Well, I suppose we have some domestic stuff to take care of. We really need to wash some of our clothes. Where do you have the washing machine?” Babette asks.

  “Domestic stuff? We almost forgot!” Jim exclaims, “it’s today that some cleaning help comes here. You didn’t think that we were doing everything on our own, did you?” He winks, “the woman can do the washing, she can also iron everything.”

  “Thanks, but I think that most of our clothes don’t require ironing,” I finish my muesli and sip more coffee. “Well, then I think I may do some exercise in this gym of yours. Babette, Yasmin, what do you think? And then we can disturb you a little bit,” I wink at Tony.

  “I don’t know if I want to work out but you could show me some of your techniques. Excuse me, Tony but I’m so curious about that. You could teach us how to master those techniques to play guitar, what do you think? I mean, you can show us how to play like you do. I play just a little bit, but my technique is not really good.” Yasmin has an idea. “Eleyne and I love your sound, would you show us how you do it?”

  “Do you mean... show you my techniques to play guitar…” Tony raises his eyebrows, the other guys laugh. We chuckle, too.

  “Don’t exaggerate, Yasmin. I love it when you play, Tony, and you, too, Jim, but I have no clue if I managed to learn anything,” I still chuckle at the idea, “the only instrument I ever played was flute. I was forced to do it at school, but it was really painful for my ears and for anybody who had to listen to it.”

  “Can you read music?” Tony asks, looking at me with these brown eyes of his.

  “Well, I could a little, but I forgot everything,” I smile at him innocently.

  “I can’t read shit,” Yasmin shrugs and the guys laugh again, “but you know, I know the chords, scales and some licks.”

  “I understand, you’re curious, but nobody can teach you to play guitar in one day, and to simply show you technique won´t allow you to play better,” Tony answers looking amused by Yasmin’s bold request, “but if you want to see how you can improve your practice and technique, I can do something, act as a teacher and give you some exercise; but I don’t know about you, Eleyne. You’re a virgin about guitar playing.”

  All of them explode into laughter again. I pretend to make a sad face.

  “Come on, it’s not so funny.”

  “Oh, then you’re still a virgin in one sense,” comments Colin smiling at me, “today this last vestige of your innocence will be also gone, sorry gal, but you have been asking for it.”

  He looks down to his cup and winks to Yasmin, who shares it with him smiling.

  “Eleyne, why didn't you ask me to show you how to play guitar?” asks Jim. “And you, Yasmin, why didn’t you tell me that you want to improve your techniques?”

  I wonder... Is he jealous that Yasmin asked Tony? Well, our blond, blue-eyed boy has been really getting a lot of our double attention, whereas Tony mainly got attention from me... or from Yasmin; but actually never from both of us at the same time. What an oversight on our part? I suddenly know why Yasmin has suggested a “guitar lesson,” we both know how it would end.

  Yasmin looks dubious answering Jim vaguely.

  “Don´t know, this idea has just struck me now. That's the reason Eleyne was not thinking of "learning to play guitar," she was just curious as me. We admire both of you. But if you and Colin are going shopping and arranging things, well, why don´t you take me with you? You can leave me in one cafe and continue with your matters. I can wait for you after shopping for something for me and the gals, go to the sex shop and see more dildos. Then when you return, Tony and you can teach us.”

  Jim shakes his blond head.

  “Not now. We have to do a lot and do it in a very tight schedule so we can stay with you, you have told us that you are going to leave us in a short time.”

  Colin adds.

  “All that you want to buy, Yasmin, you can do it this afternoon or tomorrow. We have some serious things to fix and we’re not comfortable with the idea of leaving you sitting alone in a café or a restaurant. So stay here, gal, and Jim will teach you his lesson later.”

  “Are you going shopping this afternoon? Can we go to the sex shop today?” Yasmin seems anxious, remembering the sex shop.

  Colin gets up and says:

  “The sex shop, the sex shop... you’re so eager to buy more toys, there are still some packs that you haven’t opened yet. We haven't finished with the game, all you need to remember is that tonight is the night, as the song says.”

  “Neil Young's song,” adds Yasmin and winks to Colin.

  “But before tonight’s fun game, we’re finally going to introduce you to our drummer,” says Tony.

  We try to act moderately interested hearing this, the four us who started this adventure are great admirers of the four guys who are present, but none of us really feels attracted to Steve... I ask innocently.

  “Are we going out to meet him?”

  “Why not? I know they have recently opened a new French restaurant in the city. It’s called Chapelle de Viande... we could go there. They say the food is fantastic there,” Jim replies.

  “Chapelle de Viande?” Babette exclaims, “I know it. The food is really good. And this sauce that they give with meat is just delicious, you put it on your chips, too, and they're so yummy,” she says, massaging her tummy. She then sighs, “I always end up eating too much there.”

  “Well, we’ll be happy to meet him, he’s part of the band we love,” says Yasmin, then it looks as if she wanted to say something but she decides not to. The guys look at each other and there seems to be some kind of understanding among them.

  “Ok. I'll call them now and book the table for the nine of us,” Tony offers. “What time shall we go?”

  “I think that 8 p.m., is just fine,” Colin answers.

  “It’s too early to make a reservation,” Yasmin shakes her head, “you can call around noon, they will be able to take it.”

  “OK, we can go to dinner there and after we can go to the cinema,” I suggest.

  “New sci-fi film?” comments Jim ironically, “or horror film this time?”

  “Old horror movies are the coolest,” I wink, “A lot of ‘80s horror movies became cult stuff.”

  “Oh, we forget you’re from the future,” Ted gets sarcastic, “we like being scared in a horror movie but if you think they’re funny... well, perhaps you’re right, some of them are shitty funny.”

  We all laugh but Yasmin has another suggestion:

>   “And we could visit some pub, what do you think, Colin?”

  “Fine,” Colin agrees, “we could go to a couple of old places.”

  “No, no,” Tony doesn’t agree, “no more trouble. We would like to get the most of these last days, and I’m not in the mood for punching idiots.”

  “Well, we can check what our options are,” Colin raises his eyebrows, “but if you don´t like to see a show, Yasmin and I will go to one. We´re getting bored staying here all the time, aren’t we, Yasmin?”

  “Yes, perhaps a little bit,” she replies.

  “Oh,” Babette expresses her surprise, “aren´t you going to quarrel as ever? It’s very disappointing.”

  “We must get ready to go out,” Jim gets all business going to his bedroom.

  Colin and Yasmin follow him.

  Yasmin’s Story:

  Upstairs I see Colin and Jim get busy with their things, talking about their matters in Jim's bedroom. So I stay out of it, waiting for Colin to come out, but they call me to come in. They’re sitting on the bed, looking at me.

  “Hey, Yasmin, was all this true?” Jim looks as if he was not totally convinced about what he dreamt. “Frankly speaking only you know if it was true or not...if that house exists, if we will look in the future as we did in the dream...”

  “Yes,” I nod, “it is true. I don´t know how much you can remember from the dream but the house exists...and you look, indeed, like you saw.”

  “And you,” Colin’s trying to be diplomatic, “will you continue this ‘relationship’ with us, in spite of our age, or what happened was because you still remember us as young?”

  I come close to the two, who are standing now, and tell them.

  “I told you in your dream once and I’ll tell you once again: you will be always desirable for me. And you, Jim, too. Why do you feel so insecure about my feelings, Colin?”

  “It’s hard to believe, that is the truth, Yasmin,” he answers, “but now I have more reasons to trust in you, and Jim, too.”

  “And what do you say, Jim?”

  “I believe you,” Jim says. “Simply that.”

  I pet Colin's face affectionately and kiss him lightly on the lips, then kiss Jim.

  “Well…” I say, “I hope that tonight you can show how much you trust in me.”

  They laugh and reply. “Of course, baby.”

  Eleyne’s Story:

  The guys are finished with breakfast. Colin, Jim, and Ted are getting ready to leave. The former two go up with Yasmin for a short while, and when they come down, she’s still with them, bids them bye and comes back to us. Tony’s still sitting in the kitchen with us sipping his coffee. When the other three guys are gone he suddenly asks.

  “Why don’t you want to prepare some food here, Eleyne? We could invite Steve here. It could be a cool, relaxing night and we could spend a nice time here.”

  “Well, I’m going to cook something for lunch but we COULD eat out tonight. You don’t want me to spend all the time here making food for you and your guests, do you?” I answer innocently. I start rummaging in the fridge, looking at what’s available. “By the way, what do you prefer for lunch? Farritas with chicken or pasta with meat and marinara sauce?” I try to divert him.

  He just keeps on looking at me and the other gals.

  “Girls, Yasmin was clear, even if she didn't say it. Just act nice with him. Hey, he´s a part of our band. Why not have him as a guest? You don’t want him to fuck you, do you? That is the reason to keep him away from this house.”

  “Tony, what a thing to say! It’s not that we don´t want him away from this house. He will be welcome under certain circumstances!” Yasmin exclaims, making an even more innocent face than me.

  “Yasmin, I can see through you,” he laughs. “You’re also being quite obvious, Eleyne,” he chuckles getting up from his chair.

  “Tony, but you didn’t answer Eleyne’s question,” Babette reminds him. “Chicken farritas or pasta with marinara?”

  He starts laughing loudly.

  “You, too, Babette? Ok, can be chicken farritas,” he says leaving the kitchen, and then stops to add. “You can bring me some more coffee, but not now, later on,” he winks.

  “Ok, Tony, you win. We don't want him to fuck us,” Yasmin says and I confirm.

  “Exactly.”

  “We knew it, it was written on your faces, gals,” he's still amused.

  We just look at each other in silence until he’s out of the earshot.

  “How did he guess?” Yasmin exclaims. “Are we that transparent?”

  “Well, they’re all supposed to be intelligent, I'm not really surprised at it.” Babette answers her.

  “Oh, yes they are,” I say taking out the chicken breasts to defreeze. “Did you notice how he asked us to bring some coffee later on? For me it sounds like an invitation to disturb him a bit.”

  The gals chuckle, but Babette says.

  “Don’t count me in, Ted’s still so convincingly possessive...Mrrrr....”

  I hesitate and check outside the door to see if Tony doesn’t happen to be listening to our interesting conversation, as he did once before.

  “What do you think, Yasmin? What should we ask him to play for us? I just love all his solos. I don’t really believe I’d be able to learn anything from him, nor from Jim, they get me into sex mode, which severely interferes with my concentration,” I laugh.

  “I’m not sure which one yet. But I love all them, too. Both Tony’s and Jim’s,” Yasmin answers.

  “Well, for sure I can watch both of them with enough admiration in my eyes when they do play but I wonder about one thing,” I muse, “would any of them be able to play his solo if… ?” Then I finish my thought whispering just in case Tony came back to the door.

  The gals burst out laughing, but I haven’t finished my thought yet.

  “Still, I don’t know how exactly we could handle it. Technically...”

  Now they are having a laughing fit. Babette almost falls off her chair.

  “Well,” she gasps, trying to catch her breath between the laughter outbursts, “I suppose you both can practice on Tony when you bring him coffee later on…”

  But the dirty talk gets interrupted, we hear a knock at the kitchen door. It turns out to be the woman who does the cleaning. She looks at us surprised, but we greet her saying that most of the guys have just gone to the city and the only one that remains shouldn’t be disturbed. We generally tell her to do her regular stuff here. But then Babette remembers.

  “Our washing! Where’s the washing machine here? We have quite some things that are dirty.”

  “But they don’t need ironing,” I add, “just need to be washed.”

  “The laundry is in the basement at the end of the corridor,” replies the woman.

  “OK. We’ll bring the things down there. By the way, do you know if there are any sewing supplies here? We need needles and black thread to make some tiny alterations to our clothes?” I ask.

  The woman glances at me strangely and goes to the cupboard in the hall and takes out a tin box, and hands it to me.

  “Everything’s here.”

  “Thank you. Gals, let’s go,” I lead them out. “You have to do some simple sewing with these bras you bought yesterday.”

  We go upstairs and first take care of the dirty things. Babette brings them downstairs and then she joins us in Colin’s bedroom where I’m showing Yasmin how to narrow the band size of her bras. I repeat the procedure for Babette to see and then help Yasmin with her second bra. After 15 minutes we’re done. The gals try the bras on.

  “You were right,” says Yasmin, “it’s more comfortable now. I really feel my tits are supported better now that this band is tighter.”

  I see that Babette is looking at her reflection in the mirror admiringly.

  “Yeah, they’re really higher now and more shapely. And I look slimmer.”

  Yasmin joins here in front of the mirror.

  “You know,
I see it too. It looks as if I suddenly lost three kilos,” she also looks at her tits admiringly.

  I start laughing.

  “Well, it seems you’re displaying all the normal ‘after bra fitting’ symptoms. Now you’ll do it in every mirror you’ll see. Don’t worry, it’s normal. I’ve gone through it, too, as well as every other gal who got a well-fitting bra. And wait till we get back to 2011 and I’ll take you to Bravissimo. And you’ll be able to buy something more than basic, not very nice lingerie… I’ll turn you into ‘bramaniacs,’” I wink at them.

  “Bramaniacs? Who are they?” asks Babette.

  “Well, they’re a crazy group of women who are absolutely nuts about well-fitting and beautiful bras,” I answer her.

  “Sounds ok to me. I like lingerie, and if it’s to give me this effect I can become a bramaniac even now,” she smiles.

  “So can I,” Yasmin says.

  “You’re welcome. But there are certain disadvantages. You won’t be able to buy your bras in regular stores, as most of the shops that carry all sizes are still online, though they’re cheaper than fixed ones. Second, you’ll probably end up with a drawer or more full of bras and you’ll want more. But your bank account and credit cards won’t like it,” I wink. “But enough of bras, gals. Do you think it’s time for that coffee for Tony?”

  “Don’t know. We have a pot ready in the kitchen. Just go down and ask him,” Babette suggests.

  Chapter 14

  Yasmin’s Story:

  The coffee and the tea are ready, we take trays with the pots, a sugar bowl and a milk pitcher down to the studio in the basement. We decide to bring both tea and coffee to Tony, along with mineral water and some cookies. Eleyne and I are nervous thinking how to get what we want from him; maybe we’ll listen to one of his wonderful solos and make him a special surprise. We can´t avoid giggling while discussing our strategies, but after a moment we stop and are ready to knock at the door, but Tony opens it in front of us. He must have heard our voices. He looks pleased at our trays and points us where to place them.