THE JAILBIRD Episode 28 ® 18+ SNVL
© -Agyeman
EFFE’S RESIDENCE – NIGHT
Effe gets out of Steve’s car, murmurs her thanks, and flees into the house.
She meets her startled father in the living-room, and he holds her as she tries to go upstairs.
KEN KEDEM
(anxiously)
Hey, hey, Princess. What’s it? Why do you look so upset?
EFFE
(distressed)
I nee-d to go upstairs, Dad. How’s Junior? Is he asleep?
KEN KEDEM
(still concerned)
Yes, he’s fine. But what’s it? Why are you so stressed out?
The door opens and Steve comes in, looking stressed-out himself.
STEVE
We had a little misun-derstanding, Mr. Kedem. She’s angry I k!$$£d her in public, and I’m trying to convince her to marry me because I can’t wait any longer.
Mr. Ken Kedem looks from one to the other, and then he shakes his head, exasperated.
KEN KEDEM
You two should be matured enough to solve your problems without behaving like a pair of kids. Well, I’m off now. Good night.
EFFE
(softly)
Thank you, Dad, for looking after Junior. My greetings to Mom.
She makes a move to see him off, but he points a f!nger at her.
KEN KEDEM
I can see myself out, Princess. You solve your misun-derstanding.
He goes out, and he has almost driven for ten minutes before he realizes that he has simply forgotten to inform Effe that Chris is in Junior’s room.
He takes out his phone and calls her, but she does not answer.
As he drives he keeps on trying to reach her on the phone.
When they are alone Steve approaches Effe, and his eyes are dark.
STEVE
Come on, my love. For how long is Chris going to be between us?
EFFE
(angrily)
For as long as you allow him to! I would’ve been okay if you had k!$$£d me because you wanted to! But you k!$$£d me because you wanted him to see it! That is calculated, Steve, and I don’t like it one bit!
STEVE
(hissing with fury)
So what if I did? That guy has refused to sign the damn divorce papers. What’s wrong with ma-king him see we’re in love and we want to get married? What do you care if he sees us inti-mate if you don’t love him anymore? Or you do? Do you still have feelings for him?
Effe’s hands are balled angrily at her sides, and her eyes are fuming, but she holds herself in check, and sighs ti-ghtly.
EFFE
Steve, you better leave. You’re pushing me to the wall, too ha-rd , and I don’t want to ride with that fury.
She turns and races upstairs past Junior’s room straight to her be-droom.
Steve pours himself a drink and goes to the kitchen for some ice cubes.
He takes off his coat and n£¢ktie as he returns to the living-room area.
He is convinced that Chris’ return is ma-king Effe get cold feet, and he doesn’t like it one bit.
She had been his, and Chris took her away from him. He is not going to lose her a second time to that beast.
Slowly he clim-bs the stairs, and when he gets to Effe’s room he realizes that she is in the shower.
Yes, this is it.
They have never made love.
At first it had been because she wanted Chris to sign the divorce papers, and when Steve had eventually pointed out that the divorce was official, she had told him she wanted them to get married before ma-king love.
Well, that is going to change. That nons-en-se will end right here, right now, tonight!
He loves her with all his heart, and he wants her to be his forever.
It is time to consume that love, and when that is done it will bring her mind around.
quic-kly Steve sheds his clothes.
Wearing only his bo-xers, he empties his drink just as the be-droom door opens and Effe comes in.
She is wearing a fluffy bathrobe which is not belted, and he catches a glimpse of her incredible n-ked b©dy before she drags the ends of the bathrobe around herself.
EFFE
(surprised)
Steve? Don’t do this, plea-se.
Steve approaches her, and she sees the fear and love and concern on his face.
StEVE
(desperately)
Come on, Effe, my love! plea-se! Don’t do this to me! You know I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life ma-king you happy! Just marry me, my love! St©p pla-ying games with me!
She sees that the front of his bo-xers is distended with his erection.
She takes a tentative step back.
EFFE
(hoarsely)
Steve? I mean it. We’ll make love when we get married-Not now, not like this.
STEVE
(breaking in)
No, no, my love! Now! Today! Not when you are looking this beautiful. I’ve watched and wanted you all night. I can’t take it any longer! I love you, Effe! With every fibre of my soul! Prove to me you love me too. Be mine!
He catches her and draws
her to him.
her to him.
He clamps hisl-ips on hers, k!ss!ngher feverishly. His breath is h0t, laboured, frantic.
Hisl-ips trace a blazing path down her throat.
She knows that she cannot st©p him now.
Maybe he is right. In the past, the thought of his hands on her had made her flin-ch. She has been with only Chris, and his love is etched in her soul.
She had never felt like giving her b©dy to any man.
But Chris has trampled on her love. He has betrayed her, cheated on her and disappointed her woefully.
She has been tra-pped in the restraining web of his love.
She has denied Steve with the pretext that she wants to get married first, just to put off that moment of intimacy. She had thought she can love him, and accept him, but still she has not been able to crave him physically, not like the way her whole b©dy had melted each time Chris put his hands on her.
Maybe, she nee-ds to make it happen. She has to f0rç£ herself to have another man, to experience a physical expression with Steve.
Maybe that will break the straightjacket hold of Chris on her.
Maybe that can make her st©p lying to Steve that Chris has not signed the divorce papers… and finally give her the chance of knowing happiness with another man.
She k!sses him back, forcing the image of that handsome jailbird out of her mind.
She runs her hand down, but she cannot bring herself to ca-ress his man-hood, not like the way she always gr@bb£d Chris and guided him into her very core!
He is m0@n ing now as his hands fli-ck the bathrobe ap@rt and his f!ngersfeverishly dart over her skin, unsure, hesitant, disbelieving, seeking reas-surance.
Effe closes her eyes to blot out seeing Chris’s face.
She is comparing Steve and Chris unconsciously.
Chris always knows where to t©uçh to make her surrender!
Chris has fire and ice in his f!ngers. His t©uçh always drives her screaming mad with wanton de-sire!
Steve is leading her to the be-d, and she is walking backwards.
And then her phone rings.
It is the personalized tone she has saved her father’s number with.
She pushes him on the be-d and stands back.
Steve pu-lls his bo-xers off, and lies n-ked on the be-d, his erection an angry pole that is stabbing the air with anticipated malice.
He is p@n-ting, his de-sire ma-king him look almost ridiculous.
EFFE
(softly)
It’s Dad. Let me pick the call. I’ll be with you in-
She is reaching for the phone when she hears Junior’s loud shout, and she dashes towards the door with concern.
Steve hears it too, and he bounds off the be-d and goes after Effe.
Effe comes out on the landing, races towards Junior’s door and comes to a sudden st©p, her face crumbling with consternation.
Her bathrobe is still unfastened, and she is completely n-ked un-derneath.
Steve comes to a halt besides her, n-ked, erection now beginning to wilt with dre-ad at the sight of Chris.
Chris is standing in Junior’s doorway, smiling, but when he sees his n-ked ex-wife and her new lover he looks into the room with a terrible pain on his face.
CHRIS
(sharply)
Stay there, Champ. Don’t come out now.
Junior’s happy voice comes from within the room.
JUNIOR
Is it Mommy? Is she back?
CHRIS
Yes, Champ. But stay right there. She’ll be with you pres£ntly.
Effe cannot breathe.
She sees that Chris is trembling violently, and although he is trying so ha-rd to sound happy for the sake of his son she sees the sudden sweat on his face, and sees how his soul is being torn out of his b©dy.
He is a crushed man!
She pu-lls the robe around herself and ties the belt in a j£rky movement, her horrified eyes suddenly filling up with tears.
EFFE
(choking)
Chris!
He cannot look at her.
His agonized eyes turn to Steve, and there is murder in the depths of his eyes.
Chris Bawa is a broken man.
Here they are, Effe and Steve, both n-ked.
Evidently they had been ma-king love.
It is as if Chris’ heart is being forcibly torn out of his che-st.
The torment.
The pain.
The agony.
The torture.
The horror!
He cannot breathe….he wants to tear Steve into pieces with his ba-re hands!
Life, at that p@rticular moment in time, is hell.
For the very first time he wishes he had remained in prison.
Because life has suddenly become hell.
JAILBIRD continues
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