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The Resurrection (Msolo) By Peker O' Tool © Chapter 2 - David David played his usual game but his partner spoiled the chances of their winning. His partner Ramesh hit the ball on to the net, too often. David was the second seeded tennis player in the college; nevertheless, he and his partner lost the match by straight sets. The score was 3-6, 5-6, and 6-7. David was irritated, but kept his mouth shut since Ramesh was his best friend and David was laying plans to entice his twenty-eight year old aunt Anuradha. The sun was setting as David reached home. After a cold shower, he put on fresh clothes. He wanted to apply body spray but decided against it remembering his mother admonishing him a few months ago, “Why are you applying so much perfume, are you going to a whore house?” He closed his room and was about to sneak out of the house. "Where are you going without studying!" his mother shouted at him. "I'm going to see Ramesh and I'll be back in an hour," David replied. "Ramesh, Ramesh, Ramesh. It's always that bloody Ramesh!" she murmured. "Come early before your dinner gets cold!" David slipped out of the house in a hurry without looking at his mother. His current bosom pal Ramesh was a Brahmin. He had just joined the Regional Engineering College at Trichy, where David studied Computer Science. Ramesh was two years Junior to him and he had opted for Architecture. Ramesh had only aunties. His mother, Lalitha, was the eldest in the family. Three of his four aunts were married. One lived in Chennai, another in Bangalore and the third in Kalakad. The youngest aunt Anuradha was yet to marry. Anuradha helped her sister Lalitha in the house and learned the culinary art from her. For the sake of Ramesh's studies, his mother and aunt Anuradha opted to come and live in Trichy. Luck beamed on David. When Ramesh, his mother and his aunt Anuradha came to Trichy, they rented the house adjoining that of David. That house had a single floor with an open veranda, or rather a balcony, on top. Since David's family members were Christians, his mother had an antipathy towards Brahmins and shunned Ramesh's household. David never went to Ramesh's house, even once. He did not wish to annoy his mother. However, Ramesh and David became friends and each day they set out for college together. David’s bedroom was on the first floor. His mother and his seventeen-year-old younger sister Jessica occupied the ground floor. Therefore, David had all the freedom: to smoke; dance; sing; and roam naked on the first floor. From his room, David had a vantage view of Ramesh's balcony. Whenever Anuradha came to the balcony to hang the clothes to dry, or stroll on the balcony pretending to read a book, David was there in his bedroom watching her. Though she was a grownup woman, at home Anuradha, like any Tamil teenage girl, always wore half-saree wrapped tightly around her bosom, accentuating her well-endowed breasts. When she came on to the balcony, she used to stick out her tits provocatively and smile at David. Anuradha’s lips were naturally rosy red and one would think that she had applied lipstick. When she laughed, her perfect teeth gleamed. Her enshrouded jutting breasts and her rosy lips that smiled enticingly made David, a twenty-two old youngster, to daydream about her. One day Anuradha winked at him. That night David masturbated thinking of her. David told his cousin Renaldo about Anuradha. "Brahmin girls are usually debauched and fast," was his advice. "Don't let this golden opportunity slip away."
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