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THE YOUNGEST SISTER
by Stoyan Valev www.bg-dekameron.com
Translated from Bulgarian by: Mariana Zagorska
He has been watching his new colleague Yoana for three days already and although they have exchanged only few words on business matters he thought he knew everything about her. Bobby was thinking that no woman suspected that her face expresses her desires.
"Woman at thirty-five is on a crossroad and not on a cross", Bobby was thinking hectically. "Her children have already grown up, her husband has become as repulsive as her old bag, and the old age was flying like a bat against her. Behind the woman - nothing and in front of her are only the dreams that never came true. And the slightest hopes that something could change her life were also vanishing. And she is ready to fall in the arms of the one, who offers her to do so. And the more different he is from her husband more enthusiastically she would fall. The big question in such situations is what kind of a man is her husband? There is no doubt that he is a crock, which is an obligatory condition, but what kind of a crock? Well, we'll find out, because every real man is a natural detective, although only few of them realise it like me" Bobby thought complacent and started wondering how to find some information about Yoana's husband.
In the same afternoon he managed to find out everything he wanted to know when he met occasionally the accountant from the near office in the café. She quipped: 'Bobby, I heard you've got a new colleague! I also dream for the kind of boss you have - he permanently provides you with fresh female flesh! And the new one is really good, isn't she?
'No doubt!' Bobby exclaimed with enthusiasm.
'Don't try to have her off!' The accountant shook threatening her finger at Bobby.
'Do you know her?" Booby winked and led her towards one of the tables and she quickly agreed to have a small cognac with him.
'I and her husband used to be fellow-students' she said confidentially. And she told Bobby that Yoana's husband was a chief accountant in a ministry - a short man with babylike flagging rosy cheeks, bald as a coot, and had a devoting passion - cooking and what's more - eating, so in a word: 'He's fatty!' She giggled. "Like this!' and the accountant outlined a huge circle. 'But Yoana', she bowed her head forward in confidence, 'is not recreant! This woman has been abandoned by her destiny!' The accountant sadly shook her head.
While listening Bobby rubbed his hands under the table with content. He understood that Yoana's two kids have already grown up and with such a husband it was absolutely sure that she was craving for at least one affair. And he was deeply convinced that he could give it to her because he had made so many women happy by now.
Yoana turned out to be such an easy prey that together with his joy of the conquest, Bobby felt a slight disappointment. Having a woman off was like hunting - you feel excited by the poetry of game hunting and the more efforts you put, the taster the meat is.
Only a week later they were spending every lunch break in the apartment building near-by - in a studio, which he has been using secretly from his wife for ten years already.
In sex Yoana was somehow curious, amazingly insolent and natural, sometimes vigorous like a girl. He had the feeling that she had dreamed about this for years and now she finally had a possibility to realise all her dreams with him. Her ideas were appearing one after another as if she was picking them up from a catalogue, which she had made by herself, learned it by heart and now was trying to prove herself an excellent student. They weren't wasting time for boring conversations but were falling immediately into each other's arms. Bobby loved this businesslike getting to the point, which in this case was the sex. For the first time in his life a woman always managed to surprise him. She was voracious, inexhaustible willing to try everything without accepting the idea that she can't get everything now. There were moments when Bobby was loosing his wind, which had never happened before.
He was wonder-struck of her indefatigable passion. Yes, the sex was like sport for her and she never got tired of finishing.
When the accountant from the next office said that Yoana has been abandoned, she was absolutely right. Yes, Yoana was trying to retrieve all nights, spent by her snoring glutted husband. Probably this is when she made that catalogue of hers, having enough time to play everything in her dreams…
One day Bobby hardly survived her new virtuous idea, which almost sprained his ankle. Although he was feeling exhausted and trying to hide his panting he lit a cigarette and while lying down conformable and smiling complacent he suggested: 'Do you want me to tell you something about your husband?'
'About my husband?' Yoana asked in surprise and smiled nervously. 'Do you know him, Bobby?'
'Yes', he said and Yoana's eyes opened widely in astonishment, but he didn't notice her reaction and added: 'I know him although I have never met him.'
'And how is that?' She smiled ironically and drawn a sigh of relief, then relaxed in the big and comfortable for experiments bed.
Bobby blew away a perfect circle of smoke to the ceiling, watched it until it broke up and fondled her naked shoulder condescendingly. He did it somehow caring, like a father, as if Yoana was a stupid and slowing in its development child and said bumptious: 'When you make sex with a woman you learn everything about her husband!' He lifted his finger and explained as Yoana's face showed bewilderment. 'If she's married and if she is not then you find out about her boyfriend.'
'Really? I didn't know that!' She exclaimed and laughed clearly. She was kidding him.
And he decided to crush her in a glorious and merciless way. He took her head in his hands and told her all what he had heard from the accountant about her husband; he even hinted about his cooking hobby. He emphasized on his weight, mentioned somehow among other things her husband's baldness and smoothed his own blushy hair.
'Well?' He finished in triumph.
'You're absolutely right. Your skills amazed me!' Yoana chattered and kissed him with such passion that he felt vain as a peacock 'And no one has told you anything of this, hasn't he, ah?' She asked with a sly voice.
'No! I learned everything about your miserable husband while being here with you!' And he pointed the bed with his finger.
'You have asked about him, admit it!' Yoana jumped over him and pressed his shoulders with her hands.
'No!' Bobby denied and managed only to say: 'I knew it in the very first time!' And he indulged in her skillful, merciless and hungry for sex hands.
They were about to float on new unbeaten paths to heaves, but unfortunately, they had to go. Tonight the company's staff was going to have a party and he was responsible for the organization of the event.
While they were getting dressed, Yoana hinted suspiciously: 'I can't believe you don't know him!' You know everything about him!'
'Some people, like me for example, have a talent for that, and other, like you, don't!' He smiled and buttoned his shirt, carefully smoothened his necktie and looked at the mirror.
'I just can't believe it!' She said lost in admiration and fondled his cheek.
'Well, believe it!' He sticked out his chest in front of the mirror.
Bobby went straight to the restaurant to see how the preparation was going on.
People there knew what has to be done, everything was perfect and he just hung around the restaurant. Then he sat at a table to smoke a cigarette and have a small cognac. He imagined his boss's gratitude, so he expected a small rise in his salary - in cash, as always. It would be another donation for 'My Wonderful Personal Life' Fund. He hardly helped giggling when he remembered how amazed was Yoana of his skill to find out everything about her husband only through the sex.
'Hi' Bobby heard quite familiar female voice. He looked up and saw Yoana. But she wasn't alone.
'Let me introduce you', she addressed her husband: 'This is Bobby, my colleague and this is my husband.'
He felt that somehow he managed to hide his astonishment - in front of him he saw a tall, elegant, slender and athletic man. Probably he might become bald some day but for the moment there was no danger about it.
He invited them to take a sit at his table.
Bobby felt the irony gushed out in Yoana's eyes and he didn't dare to look at her. She and her husband were talking something but he didn't pay them any attention, as if he was wrapped in some bills. Suddenly, he heard Yoana's husband saying: 'I saw them at the stadium, in Belgium…'
'Where?!' Bobby raised his head and stared at the man in surprise.
'In Belgium', answered the smiling man. 'Why?'
Yoana immediately broke into the conversation and kindly explained: 'He's a coach of the national basketball team and travels round the world.'
'A-ha' Bobby nodded.
Later, when the celebration was at its height, Bobby stood behind the chair of the accountant who was never missing such events, and asked gloomy: 'Why did you make mock of me? You said Yoana's husband was fat and bald…'
'Come on, man! The show must go on! And don't sulk at me!' She snapped and confessed: 'Yoana asked me. She told me: "Let's help Bobby, he seems very shy to me, and my husband will be abroad for a month anyway."
'You have agreed with Yoana?' His face of fine connoisseur of women's souls showed tremendous shock.
'Of course' the accountant nodded bumptious and burst into laughter: 'She's my sister, Bobby. My youngest sister and I have an older one. Do you want me to introduce you? Her husband is a singing master, twenty years older than she is - hunchbacked, and she is like a fire! And an abandoned woman!'
The accountant turned back looking for his approval and noticed that he was gone.
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