A mid-summer night hare (46)

Emmy gives Hareta a call after a few days, and says, “My hubby is out. He is working overtime again. Why don’t we have dinner together?”

If Ackley is not home, then why not? So Hareta prepares to sneak in to her house again.

Hareta arrives at Chin’s place and Emmy comes out to greet her.

Hareta says, “I am so sorry to bother you. I bought a bottle of wine to thank you for hosting me.”

Emmy takes Hareta to her studio and she walks over to the wardrobe by herself. She is looking through her closet for something for the longest time.

Emmy says, “Oh, I am sorry to have you waiting. I placed the bottle of wine into my locker inside the wardrobe.”

Hareta hears the word locker. Her curiosity is fuming.

She wonders what secrets Emmy is hiding? What is there in the locker? Would there be any hidden agenda?

So Emmy walks down to the first floor and says to Hareta, “I will prepare some food. Let’s wait in the studio.” 

Hareta never settles for anything anyways. She walks over to Emmy’s bedroom to start her little adventure into her closet.

She opens the wardrobe door. She is shocked. No, shocked with awe. Why are there so many stockings, 5-inch high heel Christian Louboutin, wigs, breastfeeding suckers, male T-back panties, feathered duster, even candles, handcuffs, whips, super tight pants, neck chokers, vibrators, belts, robes, fetters, iron chains, locks, and countless other sex toys. That’s some hard core stuff in there. Where is her bottle of wine? Hareta keeps looking.

At this very moment, a piece of clothes drops down from above. There is a door. She pushes through it, there is a locker inside. She enters Ackley and Emmy’s birthday. It is opened! Hareta is so happy with her unprecedented intelligence. So easily cracked.

As soon as she opens the locker, bottles of yellow liquids appear before her eyes. There are human skin tissues in it. Each bottle has a name on it, Derrick, Jonathan, John, Adam, Douglas, Edmond, Harold, William, Kurt, Aiden, James, Dominic, Jason, Julian, Eric, Adrian, Robert, Owen. There are altogether over 60 bottles of human skin tissues. Are these foreskins? Oh my god. Emmy is a sado-masochist? She is a foreskin collector? That’s gross!

Hareta’s face turns dead pale. After she recollects her moods, she comes out to find Emmy.

Emmy says, “Your face looks pale. Are you okay?”

Hareta says, “No, I am fine.”

Emmy says, “Did you see anything strange?” 

Hareta says, “No, I am always in the studio.” 

Emmy says, “That’s good. Let me tell you something. Ackley always buys me expensive clothing, but only for himself. He has such an oversized wardrobe but its all his toys. He owns it. All the clothes he said he bought for me do not fit me. He custom-made all of them. Look at those Christian Louboutin. It is size 43. 5 inches. Who wears them? Those lady boys. Do you think I can fit in them?”

Hareta says, “I don’t understand what you are trying to say.” 

Emmy says, “That’s even better if you don’t understand. Isn’t the world a much brighter and more beautiful place if you ignore realities? I hope you keep smiling with eternal sunshine in a spotless mind.”

Hareta says, “Are you going to separate with your husband?”

Emmy says, “You think I can just quit this by saying no to him after all these dramas that he put me through?”

Hareta is from the bottom of the society. She is surprised how the upper class seems so normal on the outside but are all rotten to the core. They must be too rich without any worries in life so they look for constant excitement.

Hareta pretends to not know what Emmy is trying to imply and softly asks Emmy, “Do you have any peculiar sexual orientations?”

Emmy says, “No, I have nothing to hide on my side. But I have no comments about my other half. I tell you something. My hubby is a sex addict. He uses a lot of sex toys to get aroused. I try to run away from him. Actually, our marriage is only on paper. We are two separate entities.”

Hareta says, “You can file a divorce.”

Emmy says, “You know that Derrick Lee guy? Their phone numbers are linked together by 1010. Imagine they do a 69 for each other every day. Dorsettes. They say they like it anal. They claim their brotherhood and bonding are invincible like their school brand. They say they love everyone, like Jesus Christ. They even call themselves the ultimate justice league trying to eliminate evil people who don’t succumb to their sexual dominations.”

Hareta is confused. She fucked Ackley so many times. Every time is a good time. And Ackley has a son too. How can Ackley be gay? She remains doubful. She thinks that Emmy is trying to push her away from getting laid with her husband.

Hareta says, “Why are you telling me this?”

Emmy says, “The world is obscure. No one believes in truth. I am his wife. I know very well how he reasons. Let me be honest with you. He is already impotent by the age of 30 and he is infertile. He is no different from a lady boy. He has severe kidney failures. He has kidney stones in the age of 20 and starts taking Viagra at the age of 23. He already has a deformed penis by 30. He is also infected with hepatitis and STDs. Let me tell you this, his penis has turned blue and crooked. He has habitual sex with transgenders and transvestites. Do you think I would be safe disclosing all these in filing a divorce?”

Hareta’s reply is shocking. She says, “You know what, there are many unfortunate people in this world. You should care for your husband. Actually, my husband is also impotent. So I named our kid Po Tent. You think there are perfect prince everywhere?”

Emmy says, “I am sorry to have reminded you of your misfortunes. I think there are still a lot of normal people out there. Why would I marry a handicapped sex addict? It is ridiculous. I pity those unfortunate ones. Being handicapped or audially impaired is not a problem. But the problem is he wants to be treated as a normal being. Okay, I will treat him like a normal being. But he wants more. He wants to live like a king. And I am unlucky enough to be picked by him to fulfil his fantasies. He said I look down on him if I don’t.”

Hareta says, “He loves you. He can give you a wonderful life.” 

Emmy says, “Give me a wonderful life? How ridiculous. This house is mine. This lawn is mine. This piece of land is mine. This car is mine. What has he given me? I would never ask a penny from him.” 

Hareta says, “He works day til night just to reach your high maintenance life. Have you ever considered his feelings?”

Emmy says, “I wouldn’t argue with you. Do you think this is normal? A man who takes Viagra in his twenties and engages in all night long sex drug marathons with transgenders and transvestites?”

Hareta says, “You don’t deserve to be his wife. I am the one who loves him for who he is. I love his whole. I love his everything, including his peculiar addictions. You don’t deserve him. You just like the halo of his crown.” 

Emmy says, “Am I talking to a human? A rat is still a rat after winning the rat race. Even if red bull gives him wings, he will just become a bat at most. His halo? Are you implying that he is a heaven sent angel? He is a bat....batman.” 

Hareta says, “You are a hypocrite. You don’t love anyone.”

Emmy says, “He always uses my name to commit sex crimes. He thinks that he will look heterosexual and monogamous by being my husband. Jesus Christ, why am I so lucky?” 

Hareta says, “If you hate him so much, please leave him.”

Emmy says, “I have no choice under his abuse and despotic powers.”