Scarleton Series I : Before the Cult by Sandy Masia Read Free Book Online

how useless
they would be if I tried contacting them at this time and after
what had just happened. As far as I knew they were soldiering
through the night also, they wouldn’t be any help but daunting with
their benighted states. Alcohol makes a duly friend.
    We could figure
something out. Macxermillio knows a ton of shit when he is
better.
    I journeyed
through the silent corridors and passages to the ground floor and
retrieved the three 750ml bottles of beer. They were extremely cold
and I was surprised that no one had not helped themselves to them
as people stealing stuff from the fridge was not a foreign story
around here. When the first bottle went down I started to feel
better. With a fat grin and a tipsy head I started with the next
bottle which went down smoothly and uplifted my mood. Suddenly I
was in the mood of listening to some old tunes on my computer,
something sombre and touching. Then I started craving some company
which led to opening a few tabs on my internet browser logging on
into multiple social networks. At that time there was barely anyone
worth talking to online. It got me wishing I had more international
friends on a different time zone because the ones I had where no
longer as active. Then I resorted to Chatroulettte which was filled
with perverts after perverts until I stumbled onto a kitchen view
on my screen. First it appeared no one was in the kitchen and the
laptop was left online. Then a brunette in her forties or so
appeared into view, as if unaware of the display on the laptop. She
wore a blue jean with navy blue vest. Curvy hips, petite breasts
and lean torso. Daylight came in through the kitchen window. She
went to the zinc poured herself a glass of water and turned to the
laptop. At first she just watched, then approached and pressed a
few buttons.
    She smiled,
leaning over the table into the screen and her tantalizing cleavage
showing. “Hi there!” she said. “What you doin?”
    “Hi, I’m just
chillin’ having a couple of beers. Needed some company. You have a
bottle of wine with you?”
    “No. Why?”
    “So we can
drink.” I giggled.
    “How old are
you?” She squinted.
    I shrugged.
“I’m twenty.”
    “Really? You
look a bit older than that.”
    “Really? Thank
you.”
    She moved out
of view and came back with a can of beer in her hand. “Where are
you from?”
    “South
Africa.”
    She gasped.
“Wow. Really? You not kidding?”
    “I’m not
kidding. No need to tell me where you from I can already
guess.”
    “How come?”
    “American
accent is very telling.”
    “Huh. What’s
your name? Is it difficult to pronounce.”
    “I wish.”
    “Huh?”
    “I wish it was
hard to pronounce. I find most black men including me have the
name. Can you guess?”
    “Is it
Jerome?”
    I laughed. “No.
It is Sandy. And yours?”
    “Joni.”
    “I guess you
are a housewife.”
    “What gave that
up?” she sarcastically replied. “What time is it there?”
    I checked on
the right bottom corner of the screen. “2am.”
    “That’s crazy.
Why you up at this time are you one of those pervs jiggling their
junk on this site? Lonely?” she light-heartedly said.
    “No. I think
this is the third time I’m here and you the first person I have
talked to for this long. Others just awkwardly stare and skip me.
Got me a bit self-conscious.”
    “Is that
so?”
    “Yep.”
    “Do you live
with your parents?”
    “Yes and no.
I’m at uni.”
    She nodded.
“So, uh, are you celebrating anything?”
    I shook my
head, smiling.
    “What’s the
matter?” she leaned forward into the camera.
    “I couldn’t
sleep. I thought a drink would help me catch what little sleep I
can get.”
    She nodded.
“Alright. Things aren’t that great?” She lifted her can of beer and
took sip.
    I considered.
“Yes, there is something keepin’ me up.”
    “You logged in
for counsel?”
    “Perhaps. I
have no idea. I had one beer felt and like company.”
    “What are the
chances that you would be