The Midnight Sun

The Crickly Crackly sound of burning tinder wasn't going to last much longer. My firebug friend was searching through her arsenal of fire starters, in the blink of an eye and to the sound of a mighty voompa Ava was going to light this stack of wood into a fireball that would light up the night sky with a reddy glow.

The waves gently slipped onto the beach, the gentle sound massaging my mind, that and a string of chemicals. I may as well have been floating as I lay with my head resting on a small log a safe distance from the bonfire.

I was easing into my new role managing the Sinsity Brothel, hiring new girls is not as interesting as it sounds, somewhat taxing on the nerves would be a better description. Rare moments to spend time with my inner circle of friends is always cherished and never missed. Hard to imagine but yes I do have them.

These are a collection of people that are more than deserving of the best of me having endured the worst of me. Tonight it was two friends, the three of us were like jigsaw pieces, slightly different but yet together we fit nicely somehow, though at first sight you'd wonder why.

Ava with the contrast of black leather, blonde hair, the wild and sleek looking exterior was merely a vessel for a heart of gold. The other a sweet looking Neko, a friend you kind of have on an elastic band, her pointy lil ears and soft tail, sweet was a very apt description and perfect name.

My Sunglasses were little protection not from the midnight sun that was now lit in front of me but the cheeky and fast moving fingers of Ava, poking me in the eye.
Her way of keeping me focused, with a quick gentle slap the sunglasses would be moved and gentle poke, I would be awake.

Revenge was often sweeter for me though, it came in the form of a giant felt tip marker pen. It was obscured from view; none the less if I managed to stay awake long enough both would be the proud owner of new tattoos. Nothing was sacred for me; they wouldn’t expect anything less from me.

The stars twinkled, the wood crackled and I could feel the intense heat of the fire. My two friends by my side, my mind drifting off I had a collection of girls I had recruited, but my previous experience was acting as brake, slowing me from accelerating too quickly into my new role.

I was using this time to re-energise and a bonfire with close friends at the end of a long beach under on a night like this was the perfect setting. Sooner or later I knew I would be fronted with that feeling, the same feeling u get standing on the edge of a cliff looking down at the calm water of a deep and wide rocky pool. Those nervous moments you get before jumping into the deep water.

One person was noticeably missing; I was like a delicious nut sundae without a beautiful Cherrie, incomplete. My time with Sami was short and had become all too infrequent. She knew I had parted company with my former employer. Our last contact was a quick note, "now we will have more time for one another, Love Sami".

She was the perfect foil for me, I had come to realise that it was her steady hand of love that set me into the balance needed to walk the line of confidence. I was counting the days, till my heart would be warmed again by her presence, hoping it wouldn’t progress into weeks.

Lying in the sand, the stars, the crackling wood, sweet massaging my feet, my mind was wandering, my eyes getting heavy. Then "slap","tickle","bump","giggle", probing hands as I writhed around on the sand, then "Cheeky Bitches", I said.

The Edge I had was gone, Ava was now standing a few metres away, and Sweet was smirking to herself. Teamwork is a bitch sometimes, my felt tip marker pen firmly in her grasp. I had only one defence from retribution now, staying awake.

Sitting up on the beach, arms folded, my companions giggling to themselves I look at the empty bottle of wine I had buried in the sand, I was in for a long nite.

Lucky I love them loads, Oz.