Ravensklip Tuesday Morning
The strident alarm of Thomas’s cellphone woke him from a deep
sleep. He rolled over and fumbled at his bedside table and
succeeded to knock his spectacles, cursed and found the offending
cellphone set it to snooze, thus giving himself a ten whole minutes
to open his eyes. He rolled over snuggled into Ann's arms,
proceeded to stroke Ann’s hair, then kissed her gently on her
lips.
“Good morning my one”, he said to a very drowsy Ann, she nuzzled
closer and gently nibbled his earlobe, a warm soft smile was on her
Kewpie doll like face.
“Morning darling” returned his kiss as she and enfolded him within
a very full body embrace her naked body pressed firmly against
his.
“Time to get a move on, have to pick up the ladies a little early
this morning, as Nita has a whole round of meetings.” Stated Ann
just as the alarm on his cellphone clicked in again.
Thomas, after another long lingering kiss rolled over, switched off
the alarm, switched on the bedside light, retrieved his spectacles
from the floor, got out of bed and slipped into his dressing
gown.
Ann in the mean time was busy untangling the sheets that had
entrapped her legs. Stood up, stretched and asked him to sling her
dressing gown over to her, “Do not want to go into the passage
without it on as Ma might come out and be struck blind, now do
we!”
“Nope, we cannot have that happening,” with a smirk on his face as
he gazed down at the tent in the gown, which was very evident, he
carefully adjusted the gown so that he would remain covered in the
walk down the passage. He took her by the belt of her gown and led
her down to the bathroom.
Where he turned on the shower and carefully adjusted the
temperature for her, she liked her shower a lot cooler than his,
lukewarm which was freezing by comparison to his steam filled
shower, this even in the heat of midsummer. This made Ann feel a
tad bit claustrophobic with a result that she always showered or
bathed first, unless they were both in shower together.
Once they had finished in the shower, Thomas quickly dressed,
disabled the alarm system prepared their morning tea, assembled
Ann’s breakfast and lunch, packed them into her bag, for the
office. He unlocked the front portion of the house, packed
everything that Ann needed for the day in the car.
Ann who had by now dressed, sat and enjoyed that early morning cup
of tea, chatted with Thomas about what is happening today, her eyes
on the clock. At six she slipped her cellphone into the side of her
bra, embraced Thomas fondly and left to pick up Lorain and Nita,
who both worked with her in a company situated in Midrand. It was
Nita who actually some ten years before who was looking for a temp,
Ann applied and that then turned into a permanent position. Lorain
who has been with the company for close to twenty years is
practically part of the furniture.
Thomas, settled down as he made himself another cup of coffee and
lit his first cigarette for the day, he rarely smoked in front of
Ann or Barbara, sat and roughly planned his movements for the day.
He went out to the back yard and called his “girls” to heel, closed
the side gate, thus keeping them confined to the back yard, Barbara
was still sleeping, and the dogs would bark at the daily influx of
domestic and casual gardeners that would walking up and down the
road.
He unlocked and entered his den, booted up his PC, "Auntie" jumped
onto her position on his thigh and proceeded to pad and purr, Lucy
curled up with her front paws locked around his ankle. His one on
the time, good it was still twenty minutes to go before the end
call more time, logged onto the Internet quickly checked his email,
nothing much, only the usual penis enlargement and Viagra junk
mail, too bad today Auntie," he said, "makes a change from the
usual, you have won $1,5 million in our Sweepstakes, not so!"The
offending mail went the way of all unsolicited mail and sent to
deleted file, this too was quickly deleted permanently. As
promised, he sent off an email to the twins with those requested
photographs attached. Sent off another quick email to a distant
friend that lived in Australia, to let her know he what he was
happening in his life. While doing this daily round of
communication, he was thought that it was "unreal" that the world
had shrunk to a couple of keystrokes and Australia and friends, as
well as anyone anywhere could communicate so rapidly. That is of
course if the telephone lines were working. He disconnected from
the net, fed and watered the cats the left his den.
As the “girls” had had a long walk the previous day Thomas decided
on only taking them down to the river that morning. The early
morning’s sun shone through the overhanging branches of the trees,
casting pools of light and shade on the river and its banks, he
took a couple of longer exposure shots as an experiment, trying to
get the moody type of picture. Thomas listened to the early morning
strident bird calls as they foraged for there food. He was at peace
with the world, content and loved, he slowly wound his way back
home, the dogs gambled and frolicked around him, quite often they
nearly tripped him up as the charged in underfoot.The start of
another day, that promised to be pleasantly warm, although slightly
overcast day, temperatures in the mid twenties, if the forecasts
where accurate. A blessed relief from the heat wave, which had
persisted over the past month.
Thomas decided to get an early start on the last of the minor
repairs to one of the empty houses that had just been sold. This
house appeared to guard and protect the right-hand side approach to
the of the entrance to the suburb of Ravensklip. A large square
White flat roofed house with turreted buttresses on all four
corners, each equipped with archery slits, or ‘slag gate’, that
left one with the impression of a small fortress. This structure,
built on a slight ridge, overlooked the approach road, the river on
the southern side, as well as the link roads that within this
tranquil suburb.
Thomas loaded up the equipment required in his, heavy on petrol,
station wagon, drove down the road to the ‘fortress’. Unlocked the
gates and drove up the steep winding drive, climbing the
hundred-meter rise that led him to the final hairpin bend before
reaching the courtyard with that imposing very solid front door. He
parked his car after turning it around in the tight driveway.
Unlocked and opened the heavy hand made railway sleeper door,
leaving it open, as he unpacked the car.
Thomas went to work on replacing the washers on all the taps, the
toilets and the shower heads, attended to the blocked shower drain,
checked that all windows opened and closed. This done he tidied up,
then did a final check to see if he could perhaps pick up any more
repair or maintenance tasks. He signed off all of the prescribed
work as completed. Although he would have liked it if there was
something else that needed fixing. He decided to just check that
the TV Antenna were still properly bolted and secured. He closed
the front door, picked up his camera, slung it around his neck,
then entered the alcove on the right hand side of the front door
then climbed up the inside stairs within the entrance hall, this
led him up to the flat roof of the "fortress". He went to the
parapet and gazed out over the river, He contacted the estate
agent, from his cellphone, to set a time when he they could come
out for the final inspection of the repair work, however more
importantly, to settle the bill. They agreed to see him at site
early that afternoon, they would give him a call when they arrived,
he reminded him to bring cash for the bill as he did not trust
banks.
He went over and stood by the northern parapet wall, which reached
his chest, his elbows rested on the ledge. As he eyes traversed
over the neat suburb, set, as if in the basin below him, the
various gardens and houses. From this vantage point, he observed
that he could see practically all of the houses on the eastern side
of the suburb. His home, and the three other houses alongside him,
the frontages of the six other houses behind him in Upper Road. As
well as the wooded area behind the house that stretched up to the
rock ridge that partially encircled the suburb. The tower that
provided them with the coverage for the cellphones stood tall on
the highest point of the north eastern ridge.
He watched the general slow relaxed movements of the inhabitants,
comparing it in his mind, to the frantic milling around of the
populace just over the ridge in the nearby closest boulevard. That
reminded him of the fact that he needed to go across there later
that morning, not only for ritualistic coffee there was also the
need to collect an assortment of basic essential items, mainly food
for the cats and dogs.
Just as he was leaving the parapet, to descend to the ground floor,
a movement out of the corner of his eye, caused him to pause. He
turned his head to see what had attracted his attention, he smiled
to himself, quickly raised his camera, adjusted the focus and set
the aperture to f5.6 then zoomed in on the back yard of the house
below and to the right of where he stood in the shadows, he snapped
of a frame, checked that the image was clear changed the speed
setting to 125th of a second, fired and checked the result, exactly
what he wanted.
Anita a final year art student in the nearby Technicon, is the
daughter of Nita and Jurgens, had just returned from a four month
sojourn in Germany. Anita, standing five foot eight, Thomas could
never adjust to metric height, was a lithe twenty year old, filled
his view finder, her long ash blond hair, which hung down to the
middle of her back bounced with the rhythm that was created by the
strides taken by her long slender well toned legs. With that
carefree confident long strides of a dancer she glided across the
lawn one foot carefully placed in line with the other, she covered
the ten odd meters to the side of their jacuzzi. She reached the
outdoor lounger , adjusted the drape of the beach towel across it,
then pivoted and swung her one leg over the lounger and straddled
it, then in one fluid slow movement, lowered her body until her
bottom was on the seat of the lounger, then she settled her back
against backrest, lifted up each leg and placed them stretched out
in front of her. His Canon fitted with 75 to 300mm zoom lens had
captured these images in sharp focus at 4,5 frames per second, and
stored them into its memory card.She was stark naked, Thomas could
not believe his eyes.
Mentally he made a note to find some way to warn her, in a very
nice way, that soon, her privacy to wonder around as she fancied in
the back, when she could be observed by the new tenants, four
Malawian males, who were scheduled to move in over the following
weekend.
He looked at his watch and realized that he would not be able to
dally any longer, no matter how tempting the view, he very
reluctantly put down his camera, he slowly descended the steps to
the ground floor and removed the last traces of his repair work,
locked up and left the property.
Thomas returned home at eleven to inquire if Barbara needed any
errands ran or if she required anything from the shops. As he
needed his, now not so early morning caffeine fix from his favorite
coffee shop. It was the cheapest and always had a cup and a refill.
She amazingly enough did not require anything, although he new from
past experience that she would invariable phone him, then request
that she needs something to be bought, shortly after he had already
left the shopping center and was on his way back home.
He went through to the den powered up his stand alone PC, then
downloaded those photographs of Anita. While the download ran he
sat there as he recalled the very intimate and personal way in
which she had applied the sun screen or oil to her body, “What was
going on in that young mind of hers,” he said to Auntie who was on
lying across his thigh, purring away as she padded his knee. He
powered down the PC, reformatted the cameras CF card and left the
den, carefully locking up behind him.
Climbed into his car and drove out towards Mall leaving behind that
quiet peace and tranquility of Ravensklip. Carefully negotiated his
way around the bends up and over the koppie and past the Nature
Reserve before he joined the main road. Settled into the erratic
flow of traffic, that normal hustle and bustle of the late morning
traffic.
He reached his destination and pulled into the slip road that led
down into the boulevard.
Spotted a parking right outside where he wanted to be. While he
negotiated himself to reverse park into the spot, when one of those
“want to be traffic policeman”, so called, car park guards, started
to wave and tried to direct him into a space into which Thomas had
not the slightest inclination to be in. He reflected that in
today's times that these car park guards seemed now to have become
an absolute necessity in the new South Africa.
Entered the local grocer and picked up food for the dogs a carton
of cigarettes and some fresh balsam. Placed his purchases in the
car then ambled across to the open air section of the cafe.
He settled down at his normal table, watched the kaleidoscope of
human activity, the passing parade of mall rats, still attired in
gym clothes, mixed with the office workers who had slipped out for
an early lunch. Reps entertaining customers, pandering for hard to
get sales, dotted the nearly full pavement cafe, the waitrons,
frantically took the orders and delivered the meals, drinks and
bills to those other tables. Thomas admired the well ordered
pattern of these well trained waitrons as they served their
customers.
He relaxed with his first cup of strong filter coffee, black and
sweet. Which had been brought to him without him even having to
order it Lit a cigarette and started to enjoy warmth of the day as
he did not have anything to do until two thirty when he needed to
transport the twins home. The real estate agent called Thomas and
they would meet at three at the "Fortress". He had earlier decided
on doing a his favorite Quiche and salad for their supper, so he
had no need to hustle and bustle around.
From his vantage point he was amazed at the number of offices that
were happily operating in the relaxed atmosphere of the coffee
shop, he recognized several small business operators that he had
got to know over the past couple of years of frequenting this
venue, There they were interviewing prospective Multi Level
Marketing Millionaires in the making, laptops lap linked,
explaining the intricate details. At least six tables where running
there businesses, armed with laptops and cellphones instant office
portability, a real estate agent setting up her appointments
sipping a skinny latte smoking a cigarette. "Wonder if Revenue
Services are aware of the amount of Rands these entrepreneurswere
claiming for their home offices annually".he said quietly to no one
in particular.
Thomas as he gazed out to the other corner of the coffee shop
suddenly noticed Leonard Schmidt, who sat at far quiet corner
table. A bit surprised by the unusual sight of his neighbor in this
setting, as Leonard a senior duty manager for one the large
exclusive steak house situated in the opposite end of
Johannesburg’s northern suburbs, and should have been there, ever
inquisitive he picked up his coffee cup and ambled over, as Leonard
was alone.
As Thomas approached, he noticed that Leonard was not his normal
cheerful self. Leonard’s complexion was pasty Grey, his eyes were
sunken and darted all over the boulevard and his left hand trembled
so much so that he his coffee, not only slopped over into the
saucer but a fair amount ended up his shirt front. Thomas greeted
him and sat down, this movement caused Leonard, to tremble
violently, that he knocked over the cup as he tried to place it in
the saucer, coffee spilled everywhere as the cup rolled off the
table and crashed and both cup and saucer exploded on the floor.