Jamaica by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781741755626
Publisher: Allen & Unwin Pty Ltd

Janey, whose memory was fitted out with a barbed tip, had been referring to an incident years earlier, in a country town when she, Hut and Nayce were on a road trip during the last year of uni. Having checked into their motel, lacking the imaginative powers to while away an evening in the country, Nayce had dug out a Yellow Pages and found the town knockshop. He and Hut waited until Janey was asleep and sneaked out, walking the three miles to a wide-porched wooden house with an untended yard at the edge of town. Nayce tapped at the door, and a middle-aged woman with her hair pulled back in a bun let them in. As Hut’s latest celibate run had extended to twenty-four months compared with Nayce’s twenty-four days, they agreed that Hut got first choice.

There were no girls available on arrival, so the bun-haired woman led Nayce and Hut to a couch in an overheated flock-wallpapered sitting room where cricket murmured from a portable television. She offered cups of tea in such a way as to indicate that it was not part of the service and acceptance would not be welcomed and might even jeopardise other privileges. Little was said other than mild passing remarks about the game. Hut’s eyes darted when the door grunted in its frame and came open with a twang. A girl entered, and Hut hungrily eyed her, his mind short-circuiting with snap calculations while he affected absorption in the cricket. His torment ended when she revealed herself to be part of middle-management rather than the frontline staff, as it were; she left after a word with the older woman about keys and bookkeeping.

A half-hour passed, two wickets fell, the door coughed and a fake-tanned woman in her late thirties came in and perched on the arm of Nayce’s couch.

‘What’s the score?’ she said, reaching across Nayce, steadying herself with a hand on his knee, to light a cigarette from a box of matches on the coffee table. A red strapless gown trussed the slim, tired figure of what Hut imagined was a mother making ends meet. Her voice rasped like a junky’s. Her breasts, Hut speculated, were either silicon-filled or naturally standoffish, separated like a cowgirl’s saddle-sore thighs. Normally the fake ones tried to look real. These could be real ones trying to look fake. Matching the ribbed hollow of her chest was a big tooth-sized gap between her front teeth. She blew smoke up into the ceiling light, an overbright perspex gravepit of moths and gnats, and exchanged terse commentary with the older woman, whose knitting needles were conjuring a pastel baby’s jacket.

‘Three for two hundred-odd,’ Hut said.

The woman in the red dress appraised Nayce, then, briefly, Hut, and paid Nayce a return visit. Nayce nodded her towards Hut.

‘What’s it to be then, bubs?’ she said, intent on Nayce. It’s you or nothing, bubs.

Hut, dry-throated, felt not a drip of desire. He felt sorry for her, and pity was a hard-on’s antidote.

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