The Bet. Chapter 2

I'm a 31 year old tattoo model from Aotearoa. Moana is my name. Im a indigenous New Zealander. Aotearoa is the indigenous name for New Zealand.

 

Some of my tattoos have been chiseled on in the traditional way. When I model I apply makeup to hide the tatts on my face. Each tattoo tells a story. Not always a pleasant story, as only indigenous people would know. 

 

I'm now living in Australia in  a over 50 retirement village. Far away from my people. At lease it's close to the sea. I'm Moana , I love the ocean. I'm proud to be a indigenous Aotearoa woman.

 

Why I'm living here,  well that's a long complicated story why I'm here. I was  living in a penthouse and having lots of cash and  endless  flow of people dropping in for their fix.

 

I'm now living a basic life, where every day seems just like the last. Where sleep is more important than the rush of a deal or being center of attention.

 

The people here are like zombies, they move slowly like they are trying to prevent time moving, as they know their time is nearly up.

 

I got to break free from here I think as I watch my favorite TV drama. I look up at my partner in crime who is turning 56 this year.

 

Fuck he looks good for a old cunt. Hes a freak ! I think while I watch him do two finger pullups and then skips rope like he's training for a boxing match. 

He's a white Australian. Nothing wrong with that.

He says he doesn't see colours only people. He could of been black in a previous life.

I ask him  " who do think has died ? " He says Mac ! (Referring to the tv show we watch every night.)

  I think it's Susie. No way, she's to smart to be killed ! he replied. Ok then let's bet on it.

 

What are we betting for he asks. Well since you don't have any money. I'm the bread winner, I make the cash.  I will need to think about it I replied to him. I knew what wanted. 

I knew I will win the bet. Like most tv drama shows they drag it out, so I had a few days to condition him to what he will need to do to pay the bet off.