Something New... (Chapter 8)

Bob was walking around like a caged lion from one side to the other. I didn't want to look at him because that would just piss me off even more. I was sitting on one of the big and puffy cushions inside the wagon, mumbling and cursing at the same time. Then I saw him get inside and sit behind me putting his huge back against mine. – ¡¿How many times I have to say I'm sorry?! – He whined theatrically raising his arms to the sky like somehow looking for some celestial aid. His desperate expression made me smile but I tried to hide my face while looking at my feet. The dead rabbit was lying at one side of the wagon next to a pile of trash with some flies already flying around it. I was feeling happy with my new not-clowny four legged friend, and now, it was dead. Bob couldn't help the hunger and he had to eat the poor animal's head. He kept rubbing and scratching the back of his head until in a moment I saw him ripping off a lock of orange hair from it. – ¡Okay, okay! – I finally said giving up to his childish attitude-. You could at least have told me you were hungry Bob...– I know but... – he kept scratching the back of his head- it looked so tasty and tender and... The description he was making made him start drooling again. I approached him and with a piece of cloth and began to dry his chin. – Bob, stop doing that or you are going to hurt yourself – I said while trying to grab his hand avoiding from keep scratching-. ¡Oh, Bob, you have already hurt yourself! – I shook my head annoyed. Bob looked down feeling sorry. Seeing him like that only made me feel I was being a bit harsh over his natural instincts, after all, he was half human half animal in some point. After taking care of the scratches in the back of his head, I decided to make him, what it seemed to me, a fair proposition. – Okay, let me tell you what – I started revealing my plan-. ¿What would you say if you and I go out and find our food but, – I slowed down his increasing excitement with my index finger- like two normal people? Bob's face went from happy to confused in a fraction of a second. He was about to start scratching his head again when I stopped him abruptly giving a slap on his hand, this made him growl and, I got to see the yellowish of his eyes, that's when I started stepping back. He noticed my fright about his reaction but quickly shook his head making the yellow eyes go away. – ¿What do you mean by "normal people"? – He finally asked tilting his head. I explained to him with every possible detail so he could understand, but no matter what, he kept denying my proposition. The mere idea of getting out for at least a couple hours was exciting, but Bob didn't like the idea at all. – Oh, come on Bob – I said almost begging at him-. It won't hurt anyone if you could come out just for a little bit. Besides, - I pointed at his old and dirty outfit- you could use some new clothes. – I'm comfortable with these... - he replied growling. – I'll accept your apology if you let me take you to shopping – I contra attacked with the only objective to bribe him somehow-. And maybe I could buy something different for you to eat – I winked.Bob suddenly looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes and a mischievous sparkle on them. I crossed my arm and tapped the floor with the tip of my foot, pretending to be impatient. – So, ¿what do you say? – I asked once again-. ¿Deal? He hesitated for a few seconds but he finally accepted while crossing his arms a bit pouty. I stared at him for a moment grabbing my chin with two of my fingers. He threw at me a puzzled look and said:– ¿What's wrong? – I think you will need to take a bath before going out. If you smell like a corpse you will drive people away. – ¿How come you haven't gone away yet? – He asked mockingly.The conjecture only made me laugh wholeheartedly; I put my face closer to his and simply answered: – That's because I got used to be with you silly boy. The revealed truth made him even poutier, but to me was lovely, I got more amused seeing his reactions flowing so naturally that I couldn't help but smile. Not forgetting the lifeless animal he had in part eaten, I was wondering what to do with the remains until Bob saw my concerned expression. He lifted it up from the floor and waved his hand so I could get closer to him. He told me would teach me how to prepare it for lunch or dinner in case he won't make it home on time – as if he would ever have a job- I thought to myself funny picturing him using a suit. I tried to avoid it the cooking class but he grabbed me by the wrist and said it was necessary. He took the rabbit by its hind legs, then, he started cutting its fur with a small blade I used to carry with me. I gargled a couple of times trying not to throw up. This wasn't the first time seeing him butchering a creature but I don't why in this occasion caused me such disgust, perhaps it was the slightly smell the dead body was getting. He separated the fur from the flesh not peeling the entire animal and letting its feet still covered with it, once the feet have been cut off, he hanged them up and the fur like a t-shirt, so they dry properly. Afterwards he put the flesh in a big iron casserole with boiling water and threw away the entrails into a pipe hole that seemed going straight to the center of the Earth. He was standing next to the casserole grabbing his chin like if he was thinking the food was lacking of something, he smelled it a couple of times, threw some spices and herbs in, tasted the flavor again and so on until he seemed satisfied about the taste. Then, what I feared the most, happened, he waved at me to get closer so I could taste was he was cooking, despite my resistance and my twisted face, he insisted in such way that I would have felt terrible if I didn't. He lifted the spoon up right to my mouth and said a hilarious "Ahhh" which made me laugh innocently.– Oh, come on now – he encouraged me to take a sip of what he called "soup", moving the spoon up and down and splattering some of it on the floor.– ¡Careful! – I hurried up and grabbed his hand doing my best to stop him from splashing more of that substance-. There won't be nothing to taste if you keep waving it like that. His eyes went from the spoon to my mouth and back. I closed my eyes as if doing that could reduce the flavor of that thick and almost jelly like liquid. Once the substance touched my tongue I waited for the throwing up chain reaction and all the mess that would cause, but, unexpectedly, Bob's weird soup actually tasted good, like some sort of chicken stew. Obviously the consistence was way too liquid given he didn't add too many vegetables to it but, it was really nice. The taste made me recall my grandma's night soup when I was just a kid and sometimes I got a cold and needed to spend my recreation time in bed. I stood still for a moment remembering those old times at my granny's home, lost in so many thoughts. Bob bent down himself a bit to catch my attention with his big blue puzzled eyes. – ¿Something wrong my little girl? – He asked in a sweet tone of voice, like if he was looking some way to make me come back to reality. I shook my head off and smiled at him while still holding his hand with the spoon. I nodded in denial to reassure him that everything was fine. Bob smirked slightly and held up my chin with his gloved huge hand to fix his penetrating eyes on mine. I didn't know how he did it but somehow he always knew when something was bothering me. His perception about my feelings was stronger than his ability to sense my physical problems, most of the time, which I got used to. He was like some kind of feeling predictor, an emotional state sensor that could be easily triggered by a small change in my mood, like those smoke sensors located in the ceilings. He seemed to feel what I was feeling in that moment so he scooped my face with his big hands, and then, without asking for my permission, he spread his lips over my trembling ones. I left the spoon fall from my hand and slowly put my hands over his chest, despite his clothing, I could feel his heart beating fast. Bob slipped his hands over my neck and kept taking them down drawing my curves like a sculptor modeling his first work of art, full of passion and admiration yet cautious and gentle. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he took the chance to lift me up, making me grab his waist with my both legs. With steady and confident steps, he took me to the wagon, increasing with each step the power of his kisses. I knew what was going to happen there was going to start like a storm and end like most storms end, with a rainbow crowning the blue and peaceful sky but only if I didn't let him take the lead, otherwise, I will probably end up in a deep coma. His body was muscular, his arms were strong, his hands big and his legs won't ever get tired, him being up or down, so I was a lost case in any imaginable way possible. The only problem was trying to set myself free from his passionate embrace and also deny my own instincts, which at this point, the only thing I wanted was him make me his one more time. I also wanted to go out and walk, visit some small stores and buy tasty food or some delicious dessert for a change. The tangled cravings were overwhelming me to the point of not knowing what to do and it was driving me nuts. Bob already lied me down over the mattress and he was dangerously getting close to my neck. He recently found that weak spot of mine and when he wanted to drive me crazy he always started and ended up kissing the hollow of my neck and that was the end of me. I put my hands on his chest trying to stop him from going forward but he grabbed them offhandedly taking them above my head. His eyes started to turn yellowish and that wasn't a good sign, at least not for me. – Bob, please – I begged-. ¿Can we just...? I'm... I can't... He silenced me by putting his index finger over my lips and said with his usual hoarse voice that only echoed inside the wagon in situations like these: – Shhh, it won't take long – he reassured me while his eyes still turning yellow. – ¿What do you mean it won't take l-Without letting me finish he took my shorts and underwear off and, in that moment, he realized what I was trying to warn him. I was in those days most of women are one time at the month, but he seemed not to care at all about it and began sucking my private parts with such hunger and delightful power that made me arch my back and release hoarse moans from deep inside of me. He let go of my hands to spread my legs wide open just to keep enjoying me, like some kind of expensive red wine or a big a strawberry human lollipop. When he finally felt a slight sensation of satisfaction, he rose up his head showing me a big red smile. His chin and most part of his collar were stained with my blood. I didn't know if to feel disgust or just to laugh about the idea of what I just become to him. – You were delicious – he said cleaning his chin with the back of his sleeve. I couldn't resist Bob's review about me and I burst into laughter to the point my eyes watered. – ¿What are you laughing at? – He asked blushing and added to his final statement-. You taste like peach. – Bob, please shut up or I'm going to pee myself – I requested on the verge of chocking. Bob put his hand on the back of his head while smiling feeling really embarrassed and the pink of his cheeks, not going away in spite of the white makeup, made him look even more adorable. The image was tender, sweet and hilarious at the same time that it cost me a little to regain my composure. Once I got dressed and fixed my hair, I picked up my bag pack and said:– Alright then, let's see what we can do about your clothes. My big guy shrugged his shoulders in sign of surrender and, in total predisposition about my upcoming ideas; he let me look inside my bag something for him to wear. Fortunately I always carried with me an extra pair of shirts and pants, in case it was necessary to change, and given the current situation, we were going to need them. Since I couldn't leave part of my pajamas behind, the "The Ramones" t-shirt was going to suit Bob really nice but the problem was the bottom of his outfit. – Well, – I sighted I bit disappointed- I only have this shirt and I think it's going to suit you just fine but my other extra shorts are a small size for you Bob. He took the t-shirt and put it on not much convinced about the mix of clothes but we didn't have too many choices. I gave him a vengeful smirk, grabbed his hand and made our way to the outside world.– ¡I wish it was Halloween! – He laughed nervously. – ¡Oh, come on big guy, stop whining! You deserved it for what you did to me earlier – I winked at him playfully – I caught that characteristic sparkle in his eyes and started to regret what I just said. He bent down to reach my ear and whispered: – You're in my tale, princess, and next time – he made a mischievous pause- you won't tell the tale...