Drew took an early bus from Nazca arriving in Lima a little after midnight. By the time she arrived at the house she was exhausted and just wanted to sleep after the hair-raising eight-hour bus trip through the foothills of the Andes. Standing at the house door, she realized she didn’t have her key. Drew stood back to the curb and yelled up to the open balcony. Eventually, Ann answered and let her in, only to tell her that her room was occupied, but that Drew could sleep in her room. Ann was sleeping in the salon with Hubert. It was a full house.
Drew undressed and threw herself on the single bed. Turning on her left side, facing the wall, she fell asleep almost immediately. It was a deep, unbridled sleep that lasted only minutes before she woke to a strange feeling: there was someone in bed with her, and, he was naked. As soon as Drew realized she wasn’t imagining a man’s body, she sat up and pushed him out of the bed. A young, mestizo male stood in the light of the moon shining through the tall, curtain-less window. She saw quite a bit in the light. Drew didn’t recognize him. He stood there, pleading with her to let him back into bed. Finally, she got out of bed and pushed him toward the door. He was rather docile and Drew found it easy enough to get rid of him.
Drew closed the door and put her back against it to keep him out. There was no lock on the bedroom door. The only reason Drew didn’t scream or get hysterical was due to the nature of the living arrangements. It was a house of journalists and writers: foreigners, who stayed only a night or two, on their way to their assignments. Drew thought, perhaps, he was someone’s companion for the night, who opened her door instead of the door to the only bathroom in the house, right next to Drew. But, she thought she should report it to Ann, anyway.
“You’re imagining it. You were dreaming. No one can get in this house unless they scale the side of the house to the balcony.”
“I wasn’t dreaming.”
“Drew, go back to bed.”
“Whatever. Hubert, why don’t you get up and check out the house for a naked man?”
Hubert just shrugged. Frustrated, Drew returned to her room and crawled back into bed. Within minutes she was fast asleep, comfortably facing the wall again. She was in such a deep sleep that when she woke to the naked man’s ministrations, he had almost removed her panties. This time she violently shoved him out of the bed to the floor and screamed at him to get out. He kept telling her, in Spanish of course, to take it easy. He just wanted to come back to bed and… Well, Drew didn’t have a great knowledge of the language but she got the drift and pushed him out the door so hard that he fell into the hallway. Back against the door, Drew waited until she heard him leave and stormed into the salon where Ann and Hubert were sleeping. Reluctantly, Ann got up and went to Drew’s room and checked around the hall. Ann announced that there was no stranger and again suggested that Drew was dreaming.
Drew went back to the bedroom, chiding herself for her stupidity in mishandling the incident. She should have dragged his naked ass to the salon on his first incursion, and let Hubert deal with him. She was just so tired. Drew was so sure he wouldn’t come back after the way she dealt with him, that she returned to her bed and quickly fell asleep. Well, they say the third time’s the charm…
This time Naked Romeo was a lot more frisky. It was an ordeal for Drew to shove him out of her bed, all the while listening to his pleading and begging. The moonlight shone brighter in the room which provided Drew with an excellent look at him as he stood there with his arms outstretched towards her, intoning his words of lust. She sat on the bed, thinking. The naked guy was looking pretty good. There was no way, she thought, that she should even entertain that idea. She had no idea who he was– maybe an ax murderer! Nonetheless, Drew made a mental note to get herself a man while in Lima.
As she sat in bed, considering Naked Romeo, Drew started to call out to Ann to come see her hallucination, when Drew’s bedroom door opened and there stood Fernando, their resident communist– he was also naked. He had looked all over for Romeo. He apologized for his friend’s naughtiness and led him out of the bedroom. Drew felt something was missing from Fernando’s abruptness, but shook it off and soundly went to sleep.
The next morning, everyone was at the breakfast table, including Fernando’s friend. Ann was pouring coffee, chatting away in Spanish this particular morning. One never knew what language would be used at the table because of all their foreign guests. Drew was savoring her cup of coffee when she heard English being spoken– to her. It was Fernando, asking Drew if she recognized his friend sitting beside him since he was no longer naked. Fernando conveyed an apology from Romeo (Drew didn’t catch his name) and told her that his friend was very embarrassed about the night’s improprieties. Ann, in full cliché, spit her coffee out in mid swallow. Drew responded to Fernando by waving off the night’s events. She was more interested in asking Fernando why he didn’t tell her he was gay.
Ann apologized profusely to Drew. Drew announced to Ann that they would go man-hunting that evening. And, she wanted a lock on the door.
This story was written in response to Inspiration Monday: New Names at Be Kind Rewrite