YOLANDA

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YOLANDA


The sweetness of Yolanda’s touch laid heavy on Kevin’s mind. When he was at work, he was away from her, but he could still smell the purity of that flowery scent stimulating to Kevin. He could feel her touch and it excited him. The lust high within him. That delicate soft, peachy warm touch as she ran her fingers up and down his back, his stomach, his legs, and his chest.

Yolanda was beautiful and Kevin wanted to marry her. He loathed to be away from her. Days like today where he’s sitting in his cold office, sixteen train stops away from home and away from Yolanda and he knew fully well that he was working so hard and so much just to pay for their wedding because he wanted Yolanda all to himself.

He made a few phone calls and tried to focus on spreadsheets and audits. But his mind went back to Yolanda. How he loved her. He thought about how she felt when his body was closed to hers. The tightness of stomach, the fleshy imprint of her thighs, those soft red lips like two tomatoes glistening in the summer sun. They hadn’t been together too long. He “met” her in January and soon after they had declared their love for one another. Kevin said it first, but Yolanda repeated the words in a machine-like fashion.

I love you Yolanda.

I love you too [Kevin].

Kevin thought about taking her away for a vacation. How she’d look in a bikini, on the beach, swimming in the ocean. And then Kevin realised that this would not be practical. To have her open in the sea where everybody can lay eyes on her.

No, not yet…

As the customer prattled away on the phone Kevin went to another place at the back of his mind and it was dominated by Yolanda. He thought about last night. His hand gracefully working its way up towards the bottom of her spine and up towards the top of her neck and just behind her ears where he felt that hard, metallic wiring which meant that she could never wear a bikini on the beach.

And when he pressed that part of her neck, a spark burst out of her for a minute.

A LITERAL SPARK. And she malfunctioned for just ten seconds, but this ten seconds petrified Kevin.

I AM YOLANDA. I AM HERE TO KILL. LOVE KILL LOVE KILL LOVE. KILL LOVE KILL KILL KILL.

LOVE LOVE LOVE.

And then she was normal again, stuck on the word love...

The spark had died down but her eyes still fizzed and whirled, and then she whispered sweet nothings in his ear.

Words like love, not words like kill.

Better not press there again, Kevin thought.

Kevin opened an email, trying again to forget about Yolanda and as the email opened the words were there on the screen:

PRODUCT MALFUNCTION PLEASE RESPOND URGENTLY FOR COMPANY RECALL.

Kevin deleted the email.




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