Three Bajan Romances

Night time in Barbados. Three romances.

One.

Kobo and Ageless, on a cushion. She is massaging his dent.

Lower, says Ageless. How is it looking?

It's changing colour, says Kobo.

What to? asks Ageless.

Rose pink, says Kobo.

Liar, says Ageless. What from?

Bruise purple, says Kobo. Would you prefer a Chinese massage?

No, says Ageless. Just keep doing what you're doing.

Ageless... says Kobo.

What, beloved?

Could you..... give ME a massage? Mmmm?

Yes, pumpkin. You just need to open.....clik,,,,clik,,,,

Like this?.....


Two.

Deep inside the snake hole, Gun Hill.

Mastigo: All these babies! It's bedlam!

Tangerine: At least we only have these seven.

Mastigo: Can we send them outside?

Tangerine: Okay. Stick your head out. See if it's clear.

Mastigo (sticking his head out): Ssss!

Tangerine: What's the matter?

Mastigo: I thought I saw another of our babies.

Tangerine: What was it doing?

Mastigo: Crying. There was a man with him.

Tangerine: Better keep the babies inside. I know. I'll give them some Cacao Grenada.

The seven babies lick their sweet chunks of Cacao Grenada.

Mastigo: Now, come here, my love. Let's tango.

Tangerine: Darling! Oh! Oh !

The parents entwine.

Three.

A famous tavern in Bridgetown.

Griff knocks on the secret back door.

Enter!

Rachel Pringle Polgreen sits in an enormous arm chair. Dressed in voluminous white satin and a giant turban.

She too is enormous.

Griffy! Come here, let me look at you.

Rachel! Voluptuous as ever.

You flattery old bugger. Ain't seen you since....now when was it .... after the Duke or before?

Ah, yes. The Duke of Clarence. The future William IV of England. What a drunkard.

You don't do too bad in that department.

Or the other.

He-he-he! Them were the days. The young Duke, bless him. Busted up my establishment. I stayed cool as a cucumber. I knowed he'd pay up after.

Ha ha! You sat and watched him. He knocked you out of your chair.

Fair up-tipped me! Come closer, Griffy.

He attempts to, but can't get past her satin-covered knees.

Come on, Griffy. Up-end me!

Griffy needs no more encouragement.

He up-ends her.

Obligingly, her satin skirts fall away.