Bitter Sensation

Chapter Twenty

"... I can't hear you.... Ted can you call back... Its effiny noisy here!"

Texas yelled into the phone, dropping his phone from his ear as soon as the receiver at the other end ended the call between his yelling. He looked around the moving crowd, so many butt naked women dressed in carnival custom.

More whites than blacks, Latinos to be exact. Men were in shorts and T-shirt, probably more millionaires as more men appeared thick and older. The beautiful summer sun kissing everyone, most especially the women, the sun gracefully kissed their asses.

Last year, he was right in that spot with Angela. And today, he happened to be moving with bunch of strangers who couldn't care any less about him.

While he sauntered leisurely, people move at a quicker pace, and rather excitedly. Soft girly giggling coming from the hot latino girls, who chatted very loudly.

One minute, they were at his side but soon was ahead of him. His attention shifted to his cell phone, as messages entered.

How was he in the most exciting place in the world, yet most of his attention was with his family and friends at home?

He sighed at the message, which his brother had sent him. He wasn't coming to the carnival. Well he wasn't too disappointed, his brother was a known for canceling last minute.

He dragged on, trying catch a little bit of fun, whilst doing a live video, then he caught sight of the bronze shinny skin in the sea of pale white people.

She was skinny and in that sheer white chiffon kimono, which seemed to be dancing around her as breeze blew at it. The nape of her buttock exposed as she only had a Jean tong on.

It couldn't be her, he speculated. She could be anywhere right now but in a carnival in Miami.

She appeared to be chatting with a little group of white men and her teeth beneath her smile sparkled in the sun. It definitely was her. She always seemed cheerful at all time, her teeth on display every time.

"Fiona." He gasped finally. The more he glared the more it became clearer it was her.

What the hell was she doing there?

Before he left home, Angela, her so-called bestie wouldn't stop whining about Fiona staying offshore for 3months. And it was barely over a month, she last visited his club. He tore through the crowd quickly, eagerly reaching for her.

"Fiona." he called serenely but inwardly, he felt like a child, who just saw his favorite relative.

She quickly turned taking off his huge sunglasses which concealed most part of her face. The hot breeze blew her hat off her head but Texas quickly caught it.

"Oh my god, Tex-Jackson," Fiona screamed, fighting to keep her hair in place. At least that was the one thing flying around in her body, she had slight control over it. The same couldn't be said for her sheer kimono.

Considering her everyday dressing, She looked quite a descent for a carnival such as this, with all the tits and ass flying around. He politely handed her hat, grinning from ear to ear.

"It really is you, Tex-Jackson." Her nasal accent was suddenly prominent in her delirious scream. She hugged him.

"I would never have recognized you."

"Why would you say that?" He chuckled, amused at how much she played.

"Your hair.... it's gold. I love it." she caressed his head playfully. The fact she didn't appear so tall made Texas realize she wasn't in one of her heeled shoes but on sneakers instead.