NINE

Dead to him. It happened @ 9 pm. She hated 9 pm. Her dad died @ 9. She'd had 9 guys n her 9 girlfriends always messed things up 4 her. Her 9th sucked in bed n slept like a log, snoring till 9. The farting was endless. Her nine o'clock was always a headache. She hated work. It'd been 9 months n her boss still made passes @ her. 9 weeks ago, she'd woken up in a bedroom with no clothes on, a sharp pain in her abs n 9 guys sprawled on the floor, blacked out. Her step-father raped her on her 9th birthday n 9 days later, her mum died. She'd run away from home 9 times n got adopted by a family of 9. She was a sucker 4 9 inches especially after her 9 hr day job n cud basically pass 4 a pussy,9 lives. Today, she wanted to change that. She planned to have the best moments of her life @ 9 n all the way thru 9 to change her jinx. The r.s.v.ps showed up in mobs, before 9. Her bitchy aunty also showed up in a bubble dress, felt out of place n borrowed her hot pants to stun. She dint mind the cougar. She couldn’t do much harm with her mouth stuffed with dick. The 9am djs had come all the way n were blazing the air with 9 genres of music. It sounded so comical but she had baseball caps wit number 9 on them, 4 all the dudes. At 9, food n drink was flowing when she called 4 a toast. "To all the 9s in the house, "she said." all the 9s in the house.’’ the mixologist distributed the cocktails, the turntablists spinned the wheels of steel, the invitees danced in n around the pool, the forks n knives danced around the food. It was 10, no drama. Her smile was now ear to ear. She gracefully glided through the set up, from the lounge, to the bedrooms; to the pool n couldn’t control her joy. The girls were doing truth or dare n the dares seemed 2 revolve only around lap dancing n making out. Call it blonde creativity. Dudes, on the other hand were doing beer-pong, n standing right @ the edge of the table in a drunken stupor was her aunt, rubbing her ass @ whoever felt up 2 the task. U only had 2 run a compliment by her n u were in business. N her business was real steamy. The host trodded on. Single, carefree and on top of the world. Then she ran into Mesh, she'd said hi to half his drink before he saw her. She wanted 2 spit in his face but surprisingly, burst out laughing. Mesh's girl was downstairs having fun. She pulled him into one of the rooms n put an out-of-bounds sticker on the door then locked it behind her.30 minutes later, she left the room, leaving mesh cuffed 2 the bed. She went 2 her room and put on a bikini then ran out and jumped into the pool. All the dudes followed, n so did the chiqs. Those without drawers swam commando. The night rolled on. Pool volley followed n beer funnels 4 the losers. The grinding was intense. The free rollers, host and aunt made the others cling 2 their mee tighter. It was dawning now n everyone was happy. All the rooms n bathrooms were occupied n hampers had 2 get creative or die horny. No one knew where Mesh was...n no1 cared. 7am, Sunday, hung downs n blackouts ruled the morning. She stood on the balcony, pictured the success n smiled. The remaining drinkers lounged on the couch, puking n playing video games. She loved this. Drunken bodies had 2 be dragged out of the bathrooms 4 people 2 freshen up. Condoms were strewed mostly @ the scene-of-crime. Suddenly the splash came, cheers, then silence! Someone screamed, then everyone took 2 their heels. Some guys, still strong enough 2 swim pulled Joe out of the water. Sm1 attempted CPR but ended up throwing up in Joe's mouth. The ambulance arrived n the medics did all they could. it was a code 10. The ambulance left empty. It was a cop case. Amy looked @ her watch, 9 am. She glanced @ the yard 4 the last time as she was pushed into the cop car. The lockless back door slammed shut. Nine 10-Amy 0.
© Ian