On this occasion it was a sleazy Italian named Battista. He befriended
the Scotsdon’s and at first proved good company and helpful with entertaining
the young children, but he soon began showing a lot of inflictive attention to
Zoe who was only in her mid teens compared to his late twenties; he was
enamoured with her purity. Ted kept a discreet eye on the two and was forced to
speak to Battista many times about inappropriate advances towards his daughter,
but he persisted without shame condoning an inert discombobulated sense of
wrong. Because of Zoe’s naiveté she enjoyed the attention and had no idea of
his sordid intentions. Battista would fake sexual play by patting her leg, or
by brushing his hand over her breasts while attempting a friendly cuddle. He would
dance with her consistently and his pelvic movements worked to gyrate in close
proximity to her body with enervating effects on her father’s patience, his
excitement would show boldly by the bulge in his trousers front; clothed
frottage gave him intense sexual pleasure. Many passengers commented on their
distasteful and suspicious behaviour and a lot took umbrage at what they
described as; ‘Zoe’s attempts to lead him
on’.
Ted tried hard with as much diplomacy as was tolerable to reason with
Battista. He already explained in no uncertain terms Zoe was an impressionable
youngster, determined and rebellious like all other teenagers, but nescient to
his violations of her privacy or other infractions regarding his suggestions.
Ted knew she was oblivious to any type of intrusive misdemeanour, yet could not
make Battista understand; he ignored all warnings so Ted dictated;
“Battista, I am getting
tired of talking to you about this subject, we like your company but I’m not
happy with the attention you’re paying my daughter. She is only fifteen and has
not got a clue what’s going on, in fact she's innocent to your gestures and
sick advances. You do know what I mean don’t you? I want you to stay away from
her.” Ted went silent for a few seconds waiting for a reply, but his question
gained no response so he continued with an order free from ambiguity;
“Stay away from her! Okay!”
Battista just stared at Ted, he smirked a supercilious and conceited
smile to reply with a pitted snub to his warning;
“Fuck off! She likes my
attention and you can’t do a thing about it!” Ted was infuriated; he did not
hesitate in bending his arm at the elbow to release his fist with as much power
as he could muster and landed a right hook on Battista’s chin knocking him to
the ground. Then to relieve himself some more by therapeutic abreaction, while
turning for the door he pointed to him with arm outstretched and threatened;
“Stay away from her or there
will be trouble. Do you understand?” Battista was dazed, while trying to stand
he knelt on one knee clasping his chin in one hand and gazed menacingly at Ted
with an expression of extreme and wilful disobedience. Ted was well acquainted
with such impertinence from people and aware this was not the end of his
troubles.
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