BAD BOYS TASTE BEST

CHAPTER 1 ~Red hibiscus~

     Summer was heavy at the time; and really it was as the early hour’s sun flashed into the eyes of Mr. Fanny while he was in bed, Mrs. Fanny had let loose the blinds upon leaving the bathroom. “Oh flying cheese!”  Fanny exclaimed, with his pale, oval face which was still heavy with sleep. “What the hell is that?” With his palms, he masked the rays shooting into his eyes, as he dug his hairy, unbuttoned body from the duvet.

“Morning sun,” said Mrs. Fanny, her red buttocks rolling in her black lingerie. “Get ready for work. We got bills to pay,” she remarked.

Her flabby bust welcomed him the moment she turned to the mirror opposite. Her athletic body gave a push in him.  A daughter had passed through that body, yes, only Kate had passed through that body and yet she still appealed to him and seized his blood flow. Recently, she had abandoned her car, and resorted to walking a few blocks before getting a taxi that would convey her to work. As a fitness nurse in her prime, she was in the business of preaching health to her patience by taking the lead; keeping a healthy body; long smooth face, housing beak nose and kiss-it lips, heaven-potter breasts and flat tummy that sank into firm hips and sizeable buttocks; the 45-year-old mother of one was dashing with charming features.

Mr. Fanny pouted his lips and said, “Your butt is gaining flesh. Did you do liposuction that I don’t know of?”  He stood up at once, and he watched closely as her firm buttocks rolled with each step.

She stared in the mirror, swirled around to behold her backside, “Nothing as such. Or did you intend to say I have gained pounds?” she mumbled and felt him close by as his breath burnt hugely on her neck. “I didn’t let the sun to wake you up so we could make love.” She turned to meet his drawn face.

He breathed into her face, “I love you and love you the more the day you gave me the best daughter on earth.” He held her arms and she was still cold from the shower. He could feel her trembling body, and she could feel his zipper bulging with erection, and she needed him into her. Their face about to meet for a kiss paused at the noise of a rustling sound from upstairs, before a band from a studio recorder buzzed through.

“Talk of the devil,” Fanny murmured, as he gave an exhausted look and his hands parted her body.

A shrilled voice of Blues hung across the whole house.

 “How many times will I tell Kate to stop disturbing the neighborhood with her music? You gifted her studio, didn’t you? Now look at the nightmare she is causing us,” Mrs. Fanny quarreled.

“But I didn’t intend to gift her nuisance.” He watched her squeeze into her tuxedo, and his thought smacked its lips at her lustful body. Ever since Kate started keeping certain friends her attitude has changed drastically.”

He was talking about friends like Tony; the most dreaded drug kingpin in the neighborhood. Tony in his twenties had huge thick features which he earned from the gym. He was tall, with heavy facial features. His hairy thick chests, and well crafted tatted body, had pulled a handful of girls to his groin. However he loved calm and smart girls like Kate, and of recent he had fallen for her, and would do anything to keep her to his side, even when he didn’t know what destiny held for them.

“Some days ago I introduced her to Brian and I expect the good guy to change her,” Mr. Fanny further said.

Brian was a total package altogether. In his twenties he had humbled the most ruthless of boys in a calm, intelligent way. He was a logical young boy who brought about solution with his reasoning than with his fist. However he hadn’t tasted love since he was teenager and would not mind falling in love now with a gentle smart girl of his choice. He wasn’t that built, but his secret admirers had fancied his slender, fleshy body that made him a model.

The sonorous voice persisted in a rather offensive manner and they both made to her studio.

“You are disturbing the neighborhood, ancient girl,” Mr. Fanny sounded at the door, and Mrs. Fanny stood by the corner, flogging her with her hostile look.

Kate was all smiles. She looked lavishly pretty this summer and her tapering body said her age without much guess. Like her mom she had a gorgeous, ever-young body and her ever smiling face could bribe heaven. She was cute to the sole. At birth her parents had wondered if she had extra chromosome for beauty. Her wide long nose was a replica of her father’s nose and the crazy-over-you looks remained a mystery. But Mrs. Fanny had narrated she inherited it from her grandmother.

She removed her ear pod and winced as though needle dug into her flesh. “Am I going to keep reminding you two my birthday every year?”

“Laughing hen!” Mr. Fanny exclaimed, gaping at her. 

Kate sank into the chair, cloning into a sorrowful mood of disappointment.

Mrs. Fanny pulled to her and nursed her; she held her face and stroked her blond, ponytail and pressed her face into her bust. “Pardon us, darling. We have no justification for our forgetfulness.” 

“Accept our apologies.” Mr. Fanny added. “In that case we are going to throw you a party tonight, sweetheart.”

“Yes an expensive, ground-breaking party,” Mr. Fanny said. “And the party will be scheduled for late hour. Oh I wish I could stop work just for today. Listen to me, Red Hibiscus,” she referred to Kate, “I’m going to return early for the party, OK?” Your dad will return early for the party too.” She assured her.

Mr. Fanny cut in, “Hello Cinderella, you’re alone. Today is my off