The stranger and the sex shop – part 2

Within the second spacious room, things were no longer presented in a “light” way.
The play of brightly coloured lights looked as if were springing directly from a rainbow. They fully stimulated human interest in the pleasures of carnal love and increased the eye’s temptation for sensational gratification and deadly pleasures. All these are done with boldness in the principle name “Carpe diem,” to seize the day.

From the entrance the trader did not acknowledge the stranger with a greeting, so to let his gaze continue to scrutinise the products. She continued to sit quietly and to wait shrouded in the semi-darkness of the room. Special discounted offers guaranteed delirious experiences in terms of pleasure, stimulating the temptation to experience something new again and again. These include sensual furniture, fetish lingerie, whips, handcuffs, leashes, inflatable dolls and female robots.

Sexbots’s tried to compete and fulfil the sexual dexterity of the human body and everything was there. The stranger had seen the notion of encouragement, the promise of sexual liberties and true ecstasies beyond the limits of normal common imagination. Nothing in the world hurt him more than humanities total misunderstanding of love. He clenched his fists and touched the palms with his fingers feeling his scars again and was sad. He turned his head momentarily away from these things.

But his gaze stopped on one of the covers of a magazine on the top shelf, where a beautiful young woman in a lascivious position was holding a bunch of white grapes in her hand, whilst crushing a ripe and juicy grape between her teeth. You didn’t know where to look either to her as she was beautiful or to the juice dripping down her lascivious lips. The stranger gazed thoughtfully at the ground, his face full of pity, compassion and intrigue.

These people don’t know what they’re doing! he thought within himself. He understood the state of the people, although he didn’t approve of anything he was seeing, as he loved in a special way.

The stranger was a young man in his early thirties. life had not shied away with all its offers, temptations, and problems that everybody experiences today. He could have said that the people sold pleasures even in his time and afterwards. They accomplished it with a curtain or a veil on the sly, but nowadays magazines and toys promoted with a loud voice, things that were whispered from another time. This situation pointed to a change from dramatic to tragic.

This is how things were perceived through his eyes. He ended his accounts with this world in the echos of the words of an ancient book. The book is considered out of date in modern times. But he remembered some words written in it: “What else could I have done to My vineyard, and I did not do it? Why did it make wild grapes, when I expected it to make good grapes?”

He quickly repressed the thought that was now hurting him more. That’s because he wasn’t going to judge the people yet according to his point of view or his law. Behind another fluttery veil was another salesperson who was studying him discreetly through a watch camera. He had changed so much but the same handsome human being remained now a fully grown man. His black hair from another time had turned grey and was now tied tight in a ponytail at the back. Time had passed over him as he was approaching fifty years old. His eyes lowered as he became preoccupied once more with his accounting calculations.

The stranger seeing him remembered some words from the same old Book so dear to him: “Woe to him who gathers unrighteous gain for his house, that he may set his nest in a high place, and escape from the hand of calamity. But he quickly put those thoughts out of his mind. Now he just wanted his friend to listen to him as he always wanted. He was looking for him like a shepherd who had lost their sheep.
He had known the man for a long time and from his ancestors.

Although they were not really neighbours he never stayed away from the salesman. He always waited for him to cross the threshold of his house, as he used to do when he was knee-high. For a few moments, he relived a glimmer of joy to the good old days, when today’s salesman was coming holding hands with his grandmother. They were friends and spoke many things to each other as the world passed by. The stranger love children for the kingdom belongs to such as these. At one point the stranger caught the look of the salesman. He could see in his black eyes the same expressiveness of yesteryear.

The stranger:
‘How are you friend?’ He greeted him calmly but got no response back. The salesman was listening to hard rock music on his headphones because the melody in the salon was interrupted because it was the closing time.
So, he moved closer to the salesman with the intention to be heard.

The stranger:
‘What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep, and one of them goes astray, does this man not leave the ninety-nine and go and search for the lost one?’

The salesman looked up at him raising one eyebrow.
He had taken off his Bose headphones wiping his nostrils purposely.
After he straightened up he took on the form of a very imposing figure. His stocky body was guarded by two strong arms, with tattoos up to his neck that imposed a mixture of respect and fear. The stranger had neither beauty nor radiance to attract the eyes, so his appearance had nothing to please.

The salesman turned his face away from him and ignored him, wanting to finish his calculations as soon as possible. However, he had begun to fidget. He was more bothered by the fact that it was closing time and his client was lingering, as if without the intention of buying something. He remained silent thinking he was a new customer but noted he did not seem fearful of him like most people perceived him.

However, he did not know what to do with this unusual client and his question, so he continued to ignore him. He grabbed his favourite magazine with a glossy cover next to him and leafed through its pages once again. This was his favourite magazine with dream cars and alluring women.