Note: the scenes (pieces) are not done sequentially. Kindly regard each piece as a separate scene. Subsequent development in the scene shall be titled as :piece 1.1, piece 1.2 , and so on.
Now piece 1 begins:"Eeek...." She pushed him away.
"What!" He was obviously annoyed.
"What do you think you'redoing?" She barked at him. Her heart raced. Her chest heaved. Her eyes spout disgust and hurt.
"What do you mean by that?" He smirked. "Trying to get prior experience ofcourse." He closed in on her again.
She took a step back.
He got hold of her frail shoulders. 645Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk2KoRyfAiR
"Ugh!" As she scrunched up her face, her hand involuntarily drew itself up and landed square on his cheek.
Hob fell back clutching his cheek. Eyes wide open. They dared not blink looking at her. The blow took its time to sink into his stunned mind. He lost his cool. He was about to give the young woman a piece of his mind, but Ole took the lead.
"Do you call yourself a gentleman? A noble? A cultured person?" Her lungs fought to give her the air that her furious heart wanted.
Hob narrowed his eyes at her.
"Why are you all like this? Don't you see the heart in me? Can't you connect with my feelings? Can't you even try to respect them?" Her chest hurt from all that strained breathing."You call yourselves gentlemen. How can you be so cruel to a woman!"
His eyes twinkled as he finally understood. 'So that's what this is about!' He grinned to himself. The action reminded him of his stinging cheek.
"Woman uh?" He gently carassed his cheek. "You're trying to make me acknowledge you as a woman! That's what all that heaving is for uh!" He taunted her.
Ole had trouble piecing his mind together. She wondered what he meant. 'Of course I want to be acknowledged. That's my goal from the very beginning.' She mused.
"Stop that already." Hob continued. "You can never be a woman. You're not even close! You will always be a maid. Never a woman." He spat the word 'maid'.
Now she understood. 'These foul men!' Before she swore, Hob spoke conforming her conclusion.
"Give it up. No matter how much you heave, they will never look any better. And you will never be a woman. Besides..." His eyes twinkled at the insult he was to offer. "If heaving your chest could help to increase the sizes, there wouldn't be a single maid around nah? Even if that would happen, yours are far from reaching woman's standards." He laughed at his own sick joke.
Ole's understanding trembled and boiled its way to the top. " chests, beauty, physical appearance, That's what all of you focus on! Why dont you see the heart inside us? " she yelled.
"Uh," he raised a brow at her.
She walked up to him, took his hand against his protests and placed it by his heart. "What do you feel?" She asked.
"What I feel? Annoyed" he pushed her away.
She stood relentless. "Do you feel it beating inside?" She pressed his hand hard against his chest. 645Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoWIb6y8O3N
He tugged at his hand trying to get it away from her.
Annoyance at his stubborn disregard made her act impulsively. She tugged back at his hand and placed it against her throbbing heart.
Hob was genuinely taken aback.
"Do you feel it?" Her eyes were intense.
His eyes narrowed. Lips still frowning.
"Do you see any difference between the two?" Her hand trembled against his.
"No." He spoke.
Her eyes widened. 'I got through to him!' She gave her the liberty to hope.
"And that's why you can never be a woman." He tugged his hand free. "And that's why you are a maid." He grabbed her by her shoulders. "A mere trial and practice equipment." He snarled into her face.
"I absolutely saw no difference." He spoke into her bewildered face. " your chest feels just like mine. A slight bump. Yes. Nothing more to consider." He gave a nasty grin.
Ole slapped his arms away. She turned around crossing her arms protectively against her chest.
'No! I can't give way to tears. No. I can't accept defeat. Dont give up yet. No!' She fought back her insecurity. Her trembling gave her away.
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