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Jenny began to notice the increase in vehicle traffic, more houses and buildings, and the dirt road turned to pavement.
“Scott, Scott.” Jenny nudged him. He jolted awake.
“What is it, what’s wrong?” He wondered, groggily reaching for the gun
“Nothing is wrong, we’re getting close to Harper. The sign says a population of about 18,000.”
“Already? It felt like I just fell asleep,” he said, rubbing his eyes.
“That was over an hour ago.”
“Did you see any police?” He asked, looking out the rear window.
“Two of them, going the other way.”
“Thanks, Jenny you did great,” he praised, rubbing her right arm.
“That’s what partners are for, protecting each other,” she smiled, stopping at the side of the road to change drivers. They couldn’t resist hugging and kissing, and he didn’t need any prompting to fondle her tits.
“I sure could use a shower,” Jenny commented, feeling the dust and sweat on her body.
“I wonder if it would be safe for us to find a hotel room for the rest of the day and night?” He wondered.
“With just one bed?” She enticed, flashing that smile again.
“Yes, just one bed, he grinned. “I hope the bed springs aren’t too squeaky,” he kidded.
“Who said anything about us having sex?” She looked at him stone-faced, then that smiled melted his heart again. “And we need to eat a good meal too.”
As Jenny added gas to the Mercedes, a police car drove past. She took the clothes from the back seat and put them in the trunk. Scott took them further into Harper and quickly donned Oscar’s wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses as a police car passed by them.
“That was too close,” he said, raising his head from hiding out of sight.
“We had better be careful,” she warned. “Let’s walk and see if we can find a restaurant, we’re both hungry.”
“One thing that is on my mind, is I hope those planning to kill your President do not change their strategy or our journey is useless. I mean, you’d expect them to have a backup plan, an alternative, should the first scheme be discovered.”
“We can pray that they are ignorant enough to stay on their planned course.”
Driving along several side streets, they weren’t far from the palm tree-lined beach. Scott parked the car, locking it. He wore the hat and sunglasses as a disguise and used a walking cane from the trunk. He pretended to be feeble, with Jenny helping him to walk.
“Hope this works,” he commented. His eyes trained on the front windows for any sign of a place to eat while Jenny constantly looked over her shoulder behind them. They were both hesitant to speak with anyone for fear of being discovered.
Turning right onto the next street, they continued. A car engine war heard further back.
“Shit, it’s the police!” She murmured, glancing over her left shoulder.
Jenny spotted a doorway and pinned Scott against the entrance. She put his arms around her neck, under her long hair to conceal his white hands. She used her body to hide his and began to kiss him. He kissed Jenny and watched cautiously as the car slowly passed. The policeman enjoyed the view of her long legs under her short skirt as he continued on his patrol.
Suddenly, the door opened, and they tumbled in with a thump on the floor, Jenny landing on top of him. Scott looked up to see legs on either side of his head and the darkened entrance above the long legs of a short skirt. Barking announced a dog come running from another room and skidded on the wooden floor, its claws stopping at his head. It growled at Scott, then several cautious sniffs, the dog was wagging its tail and licking Scott’s face.
“Back, Heinz,” the girl demanded. The dog backed off, sitting beside her.
“Papa, we have customers!” The girl yelled, looking down at her unexpected guests.
A moment later, “This is our lucky day. We thought we’d go the whole week without any clients. Now there’s an anxious couple, falling for each other already,” the man chuckled at his pun.
“We were kissing and didn’t know we pushed the doorbell,” Jenny apologized, still lying on the floor.
“A couple falling for each other, you found the perfect place,” he smiled again.
The girl stood back as Scott helped Jenny to her feet, the man’s eyes getting a brief glimpse of her left nipple. They stood to see a tall, thin man in his mid-forties. Jenny tried to close her jacket to hide her breasts, but it was useless. She let it hang naturally, showing the inner halves of her bare breasts.
The girl stood by her father’s side, smiling shyly at Scott. The girl wore a very short pleated blue and white checked skirt, low on her thin hips, with a blue top undone low enough to show the inner half of her right breast. Scott noticed her skin colour was several shades lighter than Jenny’s, her mounds indicating she wore no bra.
Her half-inch long hair framed her round head and beautiful features. Two-inch round hoop earrings dangled from pretty shaped ears. Scott turned and quickly peered out the corner of a curtained window, then opened to door to see if both ways on the road were clear of the police car. The man drank in the scantily clad, long-legged beauty holding the white man’s hand.
The dog strolled over to Scott, sniffed his left leg, then Jenny’s ankle and sat beside him.
“Heinz!” The man warned.
Scott felt the dog leaning against his leg and looked down at him. Its bright eyes, with tongue hanging out to one side, looked up at him. He gave an attention-getting bark at Scott.
“Hi boy,” Scott expressed, smiling and leaning slightly, patting its head.
The dog accepted Scott’s attention, licking his hand and barking again. Heinz then went to Jenny, sniffing her left leg, approving her with a lick and bark. He turned and sat obediently at Scott’s side.
“Now why can’t I have that effect on women?” He joked.
“You do have that effect on me,” Jenny praised. The young girl and man watched intently, Heinz’s interaction with the strangers and exchanged whispers.
The man offered his right hand to Scott. The man took his grasp, covering Scott’s with his left also. “My name is Kosey Dakuly and this is my eldest daughter, Sula,” he introduced.
“I’m David,” Scott said, using his Dad’s first name. “And I’m Efia,” Jenny caught the idea, using her mom’s name. Kosey offered his hand, and her right nipple showed as she shook his hand.
“Go get Mama and tell her we have customers,” he instructed Sula, viewing the inner halves of Jenny’s bare breasts.
“And of course you’ve already met Heinz,” Kosey said. “I must say that I’m quite amazed by his actions. He does not like men and should be ripping you to shreds by now.” The young girl eyed Scott as her father spoke.
“I’ve always been a dog lover and I guess he senses it in me.” Scott knelt to Heinz, who put his right paw on Scott’s left knee and barked. He took his paw in hand and shook it. “Nice to meet you too, Heinz,” he smiled, filling the room with laughter.
He could see Heinz was a dog about two feet high at the shoulders, though, after that, it was anyone’s guess as to what breed he is. One ear up, one down, one blue eye, one brown, fur long, and short of several muted, merle, and merging colours. His muzzle was friendly-looking enough but with fangs ready for action.
“Why do you call him Heinz?” Jenny asked.
“He is such a mixed breed, we don’t know what kind of dog he is. So we named him after the ketchup, Heinz 57, like he’s fifty-seven varieties of dogs in one,” Kosey explained, causing a laugh from all.
“I would also call him Unique. I bet there is no other dog like him,” Scott added.
“That name would also honour him,” Kosey agreed.
“I must say, I’m very surprised that Heinz has taken to him so quickly. He must be the one, Papa,” Sula whispered to Kosey, and he agreed.
Sula disappeared and returned shortly with a thin, medium-tall woman wearing blue jean shorts and a tank top. The low scoop neckline and thin material revealed her medium breasts were braless. Scott could see the woman was Sula’s Mother, for the resemblance was remarkable. A second adult woman followed, wearing a long multi-coloured robe.
“This is my wife, Ariana,” Kosey offered of the first woman, “And this is my second wife, Miata.”
Ariana admired the short skirt and exposing breast jacket Jenny wore. Sula moved and stood next to Scott, taking in his features. She took his left hand in her right, examining it. She felt his bicep and shoulder through his shirt, inspecting him closely.
“Please excuse my daughter, for she has never stood this close to a man with white skin before,” Kosey apologized. Sula fingered his hair and touched his face. She raised Scott’s hand and kissed the back of it.
“Am I permitted to touch his lips?” She asked, looking at Jenny.
She nodded, and Sula unexpectedly leaned up and kissed him, her right breast pressing flat against his arm. He could taste the flavour of freshly applied cherry lip gloss on her soft lips.
“Is this what western women wear for their men?” She asked, turning around.
“Yes, some do,” Scott answered, admiring her young, slim body, as did Jenny.
“Do you like my clothes and like me?” She asked.
“Ariana and Sula wear their clothes like western women from watching movies, TV, and music videos. I see you like your African woman to wear her clothing the same way,” Kosey stated, eyeing Jenny’s tall physique from head to toe.
“I think Sula likes you,” Jenny whispered in Scott’s ear.
Sula continued to hold Scott’s left hand, letting her right breast lightly touch his arm. She went and whispered in Kasey’s ear, who nodded again, then returned to Scott’s side. Her breasts, once more, found a home against his arm.
“It appears my daughter is quite engaged with you,” he stated. “You are indeed a very lucky man to have her interest in you.”
Several younger children ran about the house. “A very busy household,” Scott smiled.
“Enough talk, come with us,” he said, ushering them into the next room. “Welcome to Liberia’s African Little Los Vegas!” He boasted, spreading out his arms.
Scott and Jenny viewed a room walled with multi-coloured tapestries, multiple portraits, and statues of Elvis Presley and a floral decorated archway.
“What is this place?” Scott asked.
“Why it’s the Little Los Vegas Wedding Chapel. Didn’t you see the sign above the doorway?” Kosey asked.
“Sorry, I guess we must have overlooked it,” Jenny said.
“But are you not here to get married?” Sula asked.
Before Scott or Jenny could answer, “Eee ... err ... eee ... err,” announced an approaching police car.
Scott hurried to the window, barely brushing the corner of the curtain aside. The National Police car continued to his right, the siren fading. Jenny came up behind Scott, putting her arms around him, pressing her tits against his back.
“We’ll be okay,” she reassured him.
“We shouldn’t have parked the car so far away. We don’t know if the police have connected the car to us or not.” She hugged him, her hand touching the butt of the gun hidden in the waistband of his pants.
“Is that a gun, or are you happy to see me?” She kidded, hearing the hard-on joke before.
“It is my gun, and I’m very happy to see you,” he turned and kissed her.
“That is the second time you’ve looked out the window, my friend. It appears that the sound of a police siren has you on edge. Ahh ... I am led believe that you are not in good favour with the National Police, am I right?” Kosey inquired.
Scott turned from the window. “No, we are not in good favour with the National Police,” Scott repeated back then, rechecked the street.
“I’m sure that the majority of the National Police are excellent law enforcement officers, though there are certain National Policemen who would be smiling should we be found dead very soon,” Jenny confirmed.
“Did he ask us if we’re here to get married?” He whispered.
“Yes, he did. Maybe being here is supposed to happen to us. After all, we do make a very good team together, especially with the fact being born on the same day. What if this is our destiny, how we are to be together and marry. I don’t give my heart very easily except to my Afia,” she justified.
“But we aren’t even in love yet,” he countered.
“Maybe we are and won’t admit it. I must confess that I am falling in love with you, Scott.” She cupped his cheek in her hand, her eyes scanning his face.
“And I thought it was just me falling in love with you,” he confessed.
“You saved my life. We should both be dead by now. The least I can do is offer my life to you, in return, as your wife,” she revealed. Scott gazed into her sparkling eyes, cupping her soft face in his hands.
“You would do this for me, for us?”
“Yes, yes I would, Scott.”
“I’m not doing this for the fun of it. Marriage is a serious matter to me,” Scott stated.
“And to me also. When I love my man, I love him for a lifetime.”
“Jenny, this is for real and not just because of our situation. Will you marry me?” He asked softly.
“Yes, Scott, I will marry you. I will be honoured to be your wife. I look forward to my name becoming Jennifer Richardson,” she replied with sparkling eyes and a soft kiss.
Sula approached and took Scott by the hand, leading him and Jenny back to the wedding room. “We will offer you a Liberian Traditional Wedding, that I’m sure you’ll both reap the benefits of,” Kosey explained, smiling at them.
“There has been quite an increase in National Police activity since earlier today. We heard on the radio that a Canadian man and a Ghanaian woman were responsible for the death of a Belgium tourist and a National Policeman named Uatu Iambi,” Kosey said.
“Yes, we heard the same thing on the news, that’s too bad,” Jenny said.
“I would shake the hand, a thousand times, of the man who killed Uatu Iambi. I’d spit and dance on the dead man’s grave if I could!” Kosey cursed dejectedly, pretending to spit. “He murdered my brother three years ago. I would forever be indebted to the man who killed Iambi, and he’d be my lifelong friend.”
“He was that ruthless?” Jenny asked.
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