The Crossfire | Revised | Sample

i | 24 | the s l i p p e r y

❝ THE SLIPPERY ❞
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Minutes later, I'm wrapped in a robe and Favio is naked with the sheets lazily thrown over his waist. Him pull me into him side soon as me come ina the bed. I'm thankful that there isn't an awkward silence. Favio's attention is focused on the TV, news a start and the words of the news anchor sends a chill down my spine. . .

"Good evening, Jamaica. I am Judine Russel and now the details," the reporter says. "It has been reported that the segregated head and body of an unidentified man was found earlier today floating at sea. The body and its head were retrieved from two small boats by Border Patrol earlier today. It has been reported that the eyes of this unidentified man were scraped from its sockets and his teeth were also forcefully removed.

"Aided by the salty waters and however long it may have been at sea, the decomposing body is said to be a struggle to identify by the office of the Chief of Police. Police investigators have barred several regions in Kingston and surrounding areas in hopes of finding clues to crack this gruesome case. The following audio you are about to hear, is the official statement from the office of the Chief of Police."

"Damn," mi seh, shocked and disgusted by the gory details.

The TV cut to waa picture a the Chief of Police. Waa floating caption a the bottom of the screen seh, 'Voice of Warren Jones, Chief of Police'. The recorded voice a the Chief have tha same weary, drawn out voice deh like when him did report pon my community. Mi can understand how tired him must feel. Imagine having to confront waa entire country every time waa bad murder or badly rising tensions a happen someweh.

The man talk seh: "I am working closely with several police departments based on the parameters of possible origin. We are working tirelessly to find the perpetrator slash perpetrators and will not rest until they are prosecuted by the full extent of the law. Until then, we urge residents to contact the nearest police station if they see or hear anything."

The screen cut back to Judine who announce seh the news segment wuda cut to waa short commercial break.

Favio sit up ina the bed and grab him phone. Me lean offa him and go back to my side a the bed, eyes still focused pon e TV and e lame Grace Foods commercial.

Still, dat nuh distract mi from eavesdropping ina Favio conversation.

"Yes," Favio seh. "Rush thing seal," him move offa the bed and to the bathroom. Me cuda still hear him a talk. "No - you afi handle dat. Ah." Him come back to the room and seh to me in a much lighter tone, "Come shower with me."

Ignoring how quickly this man can codeswitch, mi place mi hand ina his. As me follow backa him to the bathroom, mi ketch a glance a the next news scene weh have the Chief of Police a seh sum again.

Jah know, Jamaica neh have no ease up a ease up. Mi wuda hate fi be ina the shoes a the Chief of Police right about now. . .

Mi drop the robe and cautiously step ina the shower, just realizing that showering with a man is a level of intimacy nobody nuh prepare mi fa.

It awkward trying to sexily wash mi front compared to how mi wuda usually sprawl out widout a care ina the world fi mek sure mi properly get between every crease.

Favio pick up pon mi awkwardness and start find pleasure ina trouble me. "Do you usually shower like that?"

Me gwan like mi nuh have e slightest clue wa him a talk bout. "Wa yu mean?"

"Stosh."

Mi mouth drop open and mi claat him wid the loofah. "Mi nuh bathe stosh."

Him leggo the most ghetto laugh mi eva hear him mek. Him eye dem crinkle a the sides, and him mouth wide open as him throw him head back and dead from laughter. And despite how him a laugh me to shame, mi find pleasure ina how him feel relaxed enough around me fi simply let loose.