BAD DAYS GONE - EXCERPT

 

"The new neighbours. I like the look of them. What do you think sweetie?"

An utterly stunning woman of Arabic appearance spoke as she pulled a curtain, looking down into the lane. Two women had alighted an old SUV and were standing on the lane outside the property next door. The Arabic woman stood on her own at first and then her partner, her husband, whatever, stood came her with his hands on her shoulders. He was an achingly handsome man. Brown skinned and also Arabic in appearance.

"Mother and daughter I think. What do you think?"

Her English was excellent, and yet there was a thick accent that gave away her heritage as much as her exotically perfect looks. That was the thing with Arabic women - they were flawless and it was almost always impossible to put an age to them, since they had such perfect skin.

"Mmmm well spotted my dear. Hmmmm I think 'possibly' mother and daughter, and not a man in sight. I like it more and more. Tell me, you are not thinking what I am thinking right?"

The man pressed up against this silk covered vision that was the woman.

"Oh I can guarantee that our thoughts are in line, perfectly. If they work out, I want the girl first. You can take the mother. I know you like mothers right?"

He spoke with a deep voice, like a deep black voice even if he wasn't black as such.

"It's a deal. Why don't we go introduce ourselves - just softly softly, welcome them to the neighbourhood, Maybe we can scope them out a bit - you know, see if there are any of the 'signs'. By the time you have the little one twitching on the end of that gorgeous cock of yours I want to be inside mummy's head."

And for a few seconds the two just stood there like that, him behind her, his hands on her shoulders, and back away from the window so that they could not be seen from the outside. Anyone would feel this unease in the air that surrounded this couple. It was like a disturbance in the air that created this vibe that was not a good one. Yes an uneasy vibe, but also an inviting one. Almost like a forbidden fruit kind of vibe that promised danger but also excitement.

"Perfect idea. Let's do that in a few minutes. Let them get in first, then we will descend into their world."

And the man was as though in a world of his own. His voice was that strong baritone and yet the way he spoke was soft. It was his words that needed to be processed more than anything else. '... we will descend into their world.' And now as he spoke, the possible mother and daughter duo were unloading from the SUV, on that elegant drive in front of that huge house. Neither of these Arabic people could know that Sydney and Charity weren't blood related. But then, did that even matter?