27 Water & Oil Pt. 1 (1/2)

I stretched my arms all over the bed as I relaxed my arms and legs. The sunshine lit up the room and made my body jovial. Slowly and steadily I opened my eyes to an unknown roof. Before panicking I recalled all last night's events. I was in Amaan's bedroom all alone. I had hoped for her being in front of me when I woke up.

I sat upright to see my robe laying on the floor where I left it. The sheets covered my naked body. Since I was in my state of mind, I didn't want anyone to walk on me. So, I rushed towards my robe and wrapped in around myself before heading out of the room. I poked my head outside in the silent corridor. There was nobody I could spot. I retraced my steps to the massage room and found my bag. There was nobody to be seen around. I didn't want to wait in the massage room, so I trotted back to the bedroom and decided to wait for Amaan or one of her helpers.

While I was walking back, all I could think was what I did last night. But I couldn't decide if I was happy or conflicted. I did like it, and we were in a dry spell for so long that any sort of attention to my sex life would trigger it. Besides I had done nothing with another individual, so I was safe and still loyal to Mad.

I entered the room with the thoughts of yesternight in my mind when I desired a change of clothes. At first, I thought of donning some of Amaan's clothes for a dress. But then I remembered my stumbling across to her fetishes. I closed my eyes in shame and unzipped my bag. As I thought, I had my crumpled dress I stuffed in it prior to massage, a fresh pair of undies, and the stuffed newspaper Mad had given to me before she left.

I stripped out of the robe once again but covered myself with my dress rather than going to bed. as I bent to zip up my hand bag, I saw the lump of paper once again.

How could this bundle of paper be useful in my defense, I asked myself.

My curiosity hit peek and I unwrapped to find what it housed in its center. I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve. Finally, after removing six layers I could see shining bronze metal. It was slim, but heavy. On the end, a glazing blade.

Mad had given me a rampuri knife.

I didn't want to jump into my nightmares once again, but even in the past this object had been a friend to me. I trusted Mad, I trusted her gift, so I put it back in the bag and zipped it. I flung the bag across my shoulders and sat on the bed. I thought if I sat duck and did nothing, someone would walk up on me and let me know what to do next. I mean, I didn't want to open Amaan's dungeon by mistake.

The last part gave me a chuckle. I laughed at my own joke, which made me happy. It had been too long that I had done that and had a hearty appreciation for my terrible sense of humor. But it also made me sad, because Mad used to laugh at my jokes with me. But in her absence, I was a loner sitting in an empty room making jokes to humor myself.

I let that feeling of emptiness kick in before I jumped back on my feet. If Amaan wasn't going to find me, I'll find her. I knew she liked to be flamboyant, so I decided to use her trick and see how that felt. The bar in the room seemed to be the rotating bar that we saw from the outside. I looked around and saw the red button under the bar. I touched it, but before I could press it, it started rotating. It was new wrecking, but also exciting. I thought Amaan was on the opposite side and could see me playing around with her bar. Instead, what I saw left me searching for breath.

I analyzed correctly that the rotating bar was the same that we saw from the outside, but on the opposite side wasn't Amaan. It was Mad sitting in the middle of two individuals.

On left sat a very beautiful man. He had feminine looks, but almost delicate to crumble. He had soft fingers, beautiful lips, but strong arms and stern green eyes. Wearing a black sweater over an orange shirt made him a treat for the eyes. I always thought I liked men with no beard, and this gentleman proved it.

On the right sat Priscilla.

The rotation completed, and I came face to face with my wife, who was just as shocked to see me as I was to see her. She put down her bag and stood up. Lifting her arms on either of her sides, she asked,

”What the hell were you doing in her bedroom?”

I stepped off the rotating ramp and lost my ability to speak. I got my letters jumbles and let out the most awkward 'HELLO' out. All of them had different expressions on their faces. Where Mad was, well, mad and angry, Priscilla had a smug smile on her face, and the gentleman was sitting stoically.

”Kyo, what were you doing- ”

The bar behind me rotated once again and I turned to see Amaan in her white robe. She had the same expression of surprise on seeing me as I had when I saw the Three's company sitting at the bar.

”Oh, well. There she is,” Amaan said while pointing at me.

Mad threw her arms down and said, ”You said she was sleeping.”

Amaan crossed her arms before speaking, ”Well, she was. She was sleeping my room. I just didn't know she had woken up.”