We both laughed about it and I hurried off to the locker room to change and start the service. Everything went on as usual during the service, indecent touching, which I dodged as best I could, dirty talk, a few tips here and there, loud music and people dancing as if they only wanted to form one flesh, strong smells of sweat and alcohol flowing freely, to think it's Wednesday, the middle of the week and people are partying like it's the weekend until practically 2am.
When I got home, I fell straight asleep to be able to start tomorrow morning at eight o'clock as usual. Ana was the only person in my life who came remotely close to being a friend, and we hardly saw each other outside of work either. She has other friends and a busy social life, unlike mine, which is home, work, the beach and sometimes church. I have no other activities, and I know that no one would envy my life, cause it's a dull routine. Today, it's Sunday and I have to go to mass. I often go to Sandton, to look at the handsome guys. At least in church the poor can mix with the rich and I can quietly admire the pleasures of nature even though i can't have any of them, at least I can see if you haven't understood. I was referring here to the male gent populating the streets of Sandton. I have an ordinary physique, so at the age of twenty-five, I've never kissed or been in love, let alone had sex, yet I want to kiss, I want to experience one of those kisses like the ones you see on TV or those romantic scenes described in novels. In any case, I have a lot of crushes, it's better than nothing, isn't it? I've had to go to Ana's a few times to watch TV. In fact, I don't have one at home; when my mother died, my brothers and sisters rushed to take the few TVs we did have, and in fact, they took everything I had. To distract myself, I often went to the library to read novels and escape the emptiness of my life
Once I was ready for mass, I took a cab, one of the rare pleasures I indulged in. I loved going to Sandton because of the Apollons, there were all types, white, black, mixed race, each one richer than the next, in beautiful cars wearing beautiful clothes. Sometimes it would break my heart to see them accompanied by beautiful women, well-dressed, well-coiffed, manicured nails, make-up faces, false eyelashes and all the other trappings that made them more beautiful than each other, but it never took away from my pleasure in admiring the beautiful specimens and their pretty buttocks.
-Johannesburg, Christ The King Catholic Church, please.
I said to the driver as I took my seat in the cab I'd ordered via the app, wearing my pale yellow dress, sandals and small handbag, my long frizzy hair pulled up into a strict bun that highlighted my small face, cheekbones, big black eyes and tiny red mouth. I watched the city go by, my head turned towards the window, my right hand resting under my chin as if to support my head, which didn't look like it weighed much. I could see the scenery change from dilapidated buildings to well-built, almost perfect architecture as we moved along the city streets. I could already make out the handsome males with their well-sculpted callipygian charms, surely the result of gym sessions, pacing up and down the city streets, I suppose in Sunday jogging mode, and a huge smile immediately invaded my face. I was already licking my lips at the thought of all those I'd be chewing on the way home from church - I don't know if I'd call myself a pyrophile, but I liked to see the attractive backsides of men in their jogging suits or jeans or tuxedo pants.