Personal Log 15: Recollection 1
09 Sep 2016Jemine Caesar
9th October, 3293Cookson Falls, Midleigh
LHS 3447-A5
One night, when I was 20, my parents went to a local travelling fair, leaving me alone in the caravan with Bekka, then aged 3. I had already settled her down for the night, and she was fast asleep in her cot, when there was a knock at the door. It was one of the local farmhands, a spotty-faced individual aged about 18.
"Hi," he said. "My name's Calvin. I've come looking for some fun, and I've heard you're good. So I want to find out for myself."
I asked him how much money he had. He laid some credits on the table. "Well," I said, "That'll get you a good fumble, at least."
Calvin was clearly very inexperienced, so I gave him a helping hand. Suddenly the door burst open, and in stormed a very large, angry woman. For some reason she was carrying a glass half full of cider.
"Calvin!" she yelled. "What the hell are you doin' here with that... whore?"
She hauled Calvin off me, and sent him spinning across the room, causing him to bang his head on the corner of the atomostove. The woman then viciously kicked Calvin out of the caravan, before finally turning to face me.
"If I ever see you so much as look in the direction of my Calvin again, I will cut your- ". Well, I don't want to say what part of my anatomy she threatened to cut, but after making the threat she threw the half glass of cider in my face.
The commotion was enough to wake Bekka, who started crying. That was the final straw. I looked the woman in the eye, then punched her square in the face. "Get out!" I growled.
The woman gave me a mean look, dabbed at her bleeding nose, and left. I watched her catch up with the hapless Calvin, whereupon she began to slap him repeatedly around the head. I could hear her screaming at him through the night. "How DARE you come looking for bump with that scrawny little bitch when you've got me?"
I didn't hear Calvin's reply, but at least he'd left his money on the table.