EPISODE ONE ON LOST.

The clock hit 4pm sharp. Lucy let out a sigh of relief. Sitting here doing nothing was not worth anything.

She straightened her 12cm long skirt and adjusted her blouse that left nothing to the imagination. No need to smoothen the makeup, that was handled less than ten minutes ago.

Not that time that refused to tick would have magically flown past in those few seconds but lucy glanced at her newly acquired gold watch anyway.  

"Perfect!" She sighed.

According to timing, fifty minutes would get her to her destination. There was more than enough time in the world to fulfil her plans. In what seemed like two seconds Lucy was knocking at the door to the apartment. She didn't need to call, (never compromise your surprise) in five seconds the door flew open, no questions asked, no time wasted. The door obediently flew open.

"Wow!" The now familiar voice exclaimed.

"Hello" lucy smiled and walked in needing no invitation.

Lacadasically she dumped her bag on the sofa and accompanied her host into the laundry, they were chatting about something but lucy could not fix her mind on it, she was occupied with her rehearsal of the plan she desperately needed to fall in place.

Her host walked out of the laundry towards the bedroom, lucy; the guest following behind, thinking, strategizing and intriguing over the thoughts in her head.

 As the bedroom door swung open, emelie sande's voice filled the room.

MY LIFE IS A CIRCUS CIRCUS, ROUND IN CIRCLES SELLING OUT TONIGHT.

"You and emelie sande, she always speaks to me" lucy whispered

"She speaks for me" her host added.

"She puts me in a silly mood, her sexy voice" lucy said laughing, as she was getting off her wrap of a skirt.

"I would rap a piece of sharwama with more than your skirt" her host teased.

"Im a piece of sharwama"

"A crazy piece"

By this time lucy was out of her entire day's outfit, clad in her matching lingerie, well orchestrated!she praised herself. Sliding out of what was left clinging to her skin, Her host smiled.

"I missed you"

"Woman! You shouldn't miss a woman!" Lucy teased.

The two women giggled, lucy sat carelessly at the edge of the bed,

"Are you ready for me?" She asked rather jealously

"Just a few minutes, I need my tools" her host mumbled ecstatically crossing the large room.

"This shit is addictive! Curse the day I met you"

Her host paused for a minute looking seriously at lucy.

"Learn to say what you mean at least."

"Go to hell, do not pass go, do not take 200 pounds" lucy laughed as she walked to the sitting room where she had abandoned her hand bag. She nakedly tiptoed to her bag and dragged it along with her.

Back in the Bedroom, a yoga everywhere mat was laying on the recently bare floor.

"Thats where the magic would happen tonight" the host said pointing non chanlantly towards the mat with her head deep in the wardrobe looking for whatever it was. Without rebelion lucy obeyed and sat leg crossed and placed her bag carefully behind her. She kept thinking, hoping, praying and shivering for the anticipated success of her plans.

The host came out of the wardrobe and sat in a chair opposite lucy, lets get to magic making. As she bent her head to let loose her brogues, lucy silently reaches for inside her bag, slid out the sharp sparkling metal knife and stood slowly walking towards her host, knife in her hand, hands behind her.

                                                                                                     Written by Amanosi Kadiri

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