10 – Book One: Huan – Chapter 6

NO ONE IN THE GROUP KNEW what happened. Rosanna and I pretended nothing had ever happened between us. As for Fonsy, he noticed that I have been avoiding Rosanna for his sake. Fonsy smiled in agreement as he knew that I would stick to my words as best as I could.

ONE NIGHT, in one of those overnight weekends at Fonsy’s vacation house, I overheard noises coming from the next room. It was from Fonsy’s room.

I was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling while resting. I was not in the mood to join them swimming at that time. It was the first time I felt out of place among them.

“I thought you could use this,” I heard Fonsy say to someone.

“Did someone ask you in here?” I heard Rosanna in a high tone of voice.

“Oh come on, you’re not mad, are you?”

“I don’t like people sneaking up on me!”

“Come on, Ross, it was just a joke.”

“That’s not funny, Fonsy. Could you get out of here while I get dressed?”

My imagination went with the dialogues I overheard. I knew Fonsy would do something like this to any girl he likes. It was the sexual advances I usually see between them whenever I am around.

“Listen, I don’t want you behaving like this…” Fonsy said.

“Stop it!” Rosanna shouted. “I mean it, Fonsy!”

“Why? You kissed me earlier like you wanted it…” I heard Fonsy’s rebuttal.

“I kiss the way I want to kiss. I don’t want what you want!”

“So you want to tease, huh?”

There was a pause.

“Okay, you’re the boss,” I heard Rosanna mellowed down.

“Well, that’s better…” I overheard Fonsy.

Then I heard a brief silence. But a shout from Fonsy broke it.


With that kind of shout, Fonsy might have been writhing in pain. I don’t know what Rosanna did to him, but it must be something too painful to bear as I could have imagined.

“If that’s what you want, why don’t you ask other ritzy girlfriends?” Rosanna asked.

“I don’t have another girlfriend,” Fonsy said while in pain. “Besides I don’t like any of them, I wanted you, Ross.”

“Well, remember this, Fonsy,” Rosanna said. “There are some things that I want, but I’m going to decide which is which.”

Then I heard the slamming of the door. I kept silent and pretended that no one heard them.

BUT, SOME TIME LATER at dawn during the witching hour, while Buddy, Mark, and Jim were sleeping, I was awake. I overheard something much different from the same room. They were moans; moans of passion. It grew louder until I could distinguish Fonsy’s voice in ecstasy. Then I overheard a woman’s moan. I didn’t need to know whose moans were those because I’ve heard those moans before.

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