For the last three weeks of college the doors were shut to visitors until the student’s exams were over.
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Three weeks later…
Some of the students gathered around outside the college yakking about their latest choices and their greatest assets when Malachi and Jiminez showed.
“Hello there, we are after Angea-Lea Siffleur,” Malachi inquired.
The eurasion came up to Malachi and asked, “What is she to you?” adjusting his googles.
He answered, “Angea-Lea outranks every other woman, she has style, she has flair, she dresses like a model, has balance and poise and has wisdom beyond her years with a degree of natural charm and she looks great in a mini skirt.”
“Well you seem to know her too well,” Anthonee spoke as jealous as all hell.
Angea-Lea bounded out from inside, the minute she laid eyes on Malachi she dribbled as she leapt into his arms.
“My sweet sexy little gal,” Malachi shared their fiery lips leaving burn scars all over each other’s faces. “You wanna see me hang out my finest with not a stitch on,” he teased as he fondled her buttocks.
Winters were usually mild in Ticino but this year heavy snow fell and spring was still very cold. She pretended to slap him on the face and said, “Your rod will shrivel to the size of a toothpick in this freezing weather.”
“So true my love, so let me pick your teeth with it.”
“Oh Malachi, you animal!”
Her course was now over and Malachi took her back to his chalet to celebrate, he cooked up pancakes with a hazlenut filling and luscious melted white chocolate as a sauce they enjoyed passionate kisses in between bites of this gorgeous dessert. Angea-Lea’s knockout smile made Malachi’s lips water for more of that lipwork.
Every now and then Jiminez spied on their sexy antics until Malachi gave him a job to do sorting out some old photographs into albums.
Roses both red and pink were placed on every step she picked up a rose and he did too, so by the time they reached the beautiful bedroom, they were clutching dozens of the perfumed blooms. Malachi placed them in twin vases and Angea-Lea half filled them with water. They breathed in the perfume Malachi’s rose on its stem was of a great length and Angea-Lea’s mouth watered as she told him nothing can take you away from me, she sang the song ‘We’re In Heaven’.
The bedroom appeared to be bursting with happiness with a sudden change to melancholy. Both cheery and subdued colours and patterns were used to their full extent to achieve a laughing/crying effect. As if…I’m happy to see you and on the other hand I’m sad to see you go.
The view of the snow-capped alps was nothing short of stunning, a quaint backdrop to Angea-Lea’s very pretty unclothed body. As Malachi held her close, he could see them both curled up on a sofa by a crackling fire with a roast hog in the oven, created by his gorgeous and most beautiful wife Angea-Lea, with his six kidlets playing happily around his ankles and looking out of a window onto rugged plains that they both possess, he told her this, she too pictured the scene in the future as the snow petalled down.
“Did you know darling,” he whispered in her ear, “That my penis became fully mature when I did…at seventeen.”
“Oh Malachi has it been that long for that long?”
“Oh yes Angea-Lea baby.”
They took off each other’s clothes.
He lay her naked body on the bed and warmed some aphrodisiac essential oil sandalwood oil in between his hands. Slowly, slowly, he rubbed oh so gently the oil into her tender skin starting with her face placing sweet pecks on her juicy lips. He massaged her neck and shoulders after he told her to roll over. She was turned on by the sensual touch of his feather like fingers massaging in small rounds. It was oh so erotic she kept making little oohs and aahs until his penis stiffened, she peeked at its marvelling length.
“It feels so sweet.”
“That’s because your nerve endings are close to the surface of the skin making it the hottest zone.”
He kneaded her flesh with his knuckles and when he rubbed her back it was a hotbed of pleasure spots and she squirmed as if she were having sex with him. She felt his tenderness and his great love for her when he massaged her sweetest spot with the tip of his tongue then lifted her off the bed teasing her tits with his tongue he sucked she ached for more.
Malachi had an idea to increase her sexual energy, he stuck the tip of his penis in between her vagina and bottom and applied accupressure and called it ‘a violent course towards the entry’ then she applied accupressure with the tip of her tongue in between his bottom and his penis this was called ‘a violent course towards the exit’ it ended with insertion of his hot to trot penis into her sweaty vagina.
When they had finished Angea-Lea sang a song she made up herself:
“You’ve left behind an angel,
sing your love song to get her back,
she heard your heavenly melody,
now she’s after your heart.”
With the voice of a cherub Malachi sang her a song called ‘Angels From Heaven’, the century-old stone and shingle chalet came alive with the music and everything fell miraculously into place as they slid beneath the silk sheets for one last blast.
It all of a sudden dawned on Angea-Lea early the following morning that they had company. She shook Malachi awake asking in a country-bumpkin tone who the young boy was. He stared back at her in amazement hitting his forehead with the palm of his huge hand. “I completely forgot to tell you or to even introduce you both.”
He leapt out of the cosy bed, jumped into his night shorts and flew down the decorative hall to his room at the end – “Jiminez come!” he screamed. Jiminez scrambled out of bed rubbing his tired eyes with his knuckles, “Oh Malachi what time is it?”
“Never mind follow me.” He did, then laid his eyes on the most beautiful woman peeping out from the blankets. She felt her spine tremble with arousal until she almost took a shaking fit.
“Hello little matey, what is your name?” she held out her dainty hand, he bent and kissed it. “I’m Jiminez I don’t have any parents and I need you and Malachi to look after me can you adopt me?”
She slipped on her brunch coat.
“Oh! You don’t have anyone, well, if Malachi marries me we can adopt you.”
He hopped on the end of the bed and pleaded with them to marry. Right there and then Malachi took her hands in his, she could feel the warmth of his hands and inside she felt so joyous so much a part of a family already. As he lifted her off the bed onto the animal print rug he knelt on one knee and stared into her pretty eyes, “Will you marry me Angea-Lea?” he asked a little nervously. At that point she felt so attracted to him, he looked so handsome in his night shorts, his rippling muscles making her feel like a baby staring in awe at her daddy’s bigness. She looked at Jiminez, then at him thinking what a great responsibility would lie ahead. He then smiled a wide smile and said, “I shall be so loyal to you my love.” What else could she do but say, “Yes my love I would be the happiest bride in the world if you would marry me.”
“Then today we shall shop for an engagement ring, how does that sound?”
“It sounds perfect, I am so excited that you picked me.”
As she held him tight, he’d thought of all the sheilas he’d had before and none was so lovely as this one.
Jiminez joined the circle of love he was thrilled he was going to be taken care of.
“Like the Toyota Avensis I’m versatile, sporty, great with kids and good looking,” Malachi wanted to imprint on everyone’s memory just how great he was.
“You are all of those things darling,” Angea-Lea pressed her petal pink lips softly against his rustic red ones.
Like Malachi, Angea-Lea was a tower of strength to Jiminez even in the little time she had known him. They had visited a jewellery store called Diamonds Are Forever and purchased the most exquisite 24carot gold diamond studded ring. The diamonds were in the shape of petals she was thrilled when he slipped it on in the bath that evening.
Before they went to bed they both stared out of the window at the crenellated watchtower on the corner of the outside wall and the snowy hills they would sled down the next day.
Love whispered through the thickly forested setting on the wings of two cremorne doves as they ducked and dived hitting and missing each other before stopping on the roof of the watchtower to kiss.
The next evening a dance was held for the break-up of the floral artistry school and Angea-Lea, dressed in a gorgeous pink and blue Tafetta gown received her award, she topped the class and was said to do very well in a career of floral artistry. But… while they were dancing giant firework sparklers used by the rock band ignited soundproof foam in the ceiling and wall near the band pit.
Like the heat of passion the blaze slithered like a snake across the ceiling, the agitating gloomy smoke ate ravenously the once crisp clean air in just a few short minutes, the smell of burning hair and flesh was repulsive.
People trapped inside were screeching in agonising pain. Malachi and Jiminez had been drinking punch outside on the manicured lawn but Angea-Lea was inside. Malachi raced up the steps ordering Jiminez to stay where he was. Angea-Lea’s head was hanging outside the window her skin was raw with burns her pretty dress ashes, she was dead. The devil had robbed her of her angelic powers and she could not save her nor her friends from the hellish fire. Malachi grabbed her and dragged her outside and lay her on the grass. Instinct told him to place the crossbone on her navel and instantly she came to life muttering: “I am an angel once a sparkling star that fell from the heavens and settled inside the happy heart of baby Angea-Lea. I grew into your kindly beauty that burned to death in a fire, I lost my powers but heard your bell of love ringing and you my protecting guardian spirit rescued me and brought me back to life, I don’t ever want to be out of your sight.”
The poem had risen from the mountains of her mind it soothed all and miraculously she was healed and brought back to life but not so for her friend Millii who had been kissing some young gent in the hall closet and could not be found. Firefighters could do little but watch the room full of panicking people just burn to a cinder. The devil no longer had the power to take away her powers because the Ibex bone was more powerful only the entire council of angels held the power to take away her powers.
They retuned to the chalet the incident having left Angea-Lea’s mind in an instant. She had even forgotten she’d had a friend called Millii.
“I had a ton of fun at the college Malachi,” her covergirl face glowing.
“That’s great Angea-Lea, now you have your blossoming freedom, you’ve toiled hard for this, I think it was a course in the school of life, I hope it taught you everything you need for survival in a world full of let downs.”
She drooled over her seriously sexy man, he’s such a babe, she thought.
“I was tired of sitting behind a workbench studying flowers and their fancy biological names, I want to live a little, have plenty of sex with you Malachi.” Together they leapt to the downstairs living room, Christmas balls were still hanging from the crystal chandeliers.
“Sex is what keeps ya young,” Malachi told her as he placed some books neatly on the hexagonal and intricately carved table in the centre of the room, underneath the table was a large round rug burnt orange in colour with flower bouquets in various shades of blue embroidered on it. Angea-Lea went to the closet to grab the vacuum cleaner she plugged it in and gave the rug a clean. Dust had collected from the chalet being locked up for two years without use. “I’m glad you are not one of those blokes addicted to dope, it would take the oomph out of our romance, I’ve heard of it before,” she told him after she’d turned off the machine.
“Any future schemes would go out the window, it would just wreck everything Angea-Baby. I steer clear of people who smoke the stuff.”
A storm rifled across the majestic alps igniting the sky with reds and greens. At a meeting with the Board of Veterinary Practise Malachi was granted his wish to take his fiancée on Vet visits throughout the country. However there was a delay in beginning of two weeks. This would give him time to rest and relax and see a little of Ticino and he told her so.
It was discovered that Anthonee Flair, the eurasion that was interested in Angea-Lea was the one caught in the closet with Millii.
Along the broad surface of the 1891 chalet was a 25-metre swimming pool that had been emptied for the winter and heavy snow lay on top of the cover. Angea-Lea, Malachi and Jiminez walked around the snow covered grounds. As they stood in awe at the hilly countryside Angea-Lea could feel a warmth she’d never felt with any one before, it directed her intellectuality like a sunflower toward the sun. She felt a whole person and that she was ready to take on the world and live a rich, free life. The money Malachi would soon earn would allow them to really thrive as a little family.
“Where is Millii Visconti?” All of a sudden she remembered her friend as she stared at a thundering black cloud looming above her. “Where is Anthonee Flair?”
Malachi brushed her blond hair from her cheek ever so carefully and held her puffy cheek in his brawny hand. Staring into her beautiful grape green eyes he told her a teensy bit of the terrible tragedy that had taken place.
“You see, there was this fire,” he went on. “Millii and Anthonee and all of the friends you had made at the college were burnt to cinders, I’m so sorry, I know you are hurting and you will for some time.”
She stared in disbelief at a trim of flowering snow-hardy plants she bent down to dust off the snow that was covering the plants.
“Millii was my best friend and I was the only female friend she had. The other girls called her the most beautiful girl and at times they called her a stuck-up bitch. It seems it is a crime to be so beautiful. Also her wealth didn’t help.”
A teardrop fell from each eye and she scurried back into the house with a short memory as of a child.