"Hey. You're kind of quiet" Christopher said, his accent heavy to Ashleigh's ears. She was sipping her smoothie in deep thought. She glanced up and smiled."Um…acai, cabbage and mango?"He chuckled. "Not even close.""Not even one?""Nope.""I give up.""Green apple, a tiny bit of watermelon, pears and green tea.""Green tea?! That's cheating. Whoever heard of a green tea smoothie?"He smiled. "It's good though, right?""Delicious." He stood and then helped her up. Whenever he gave her a hands up she was again amazed by his height, and of course his big hand swallowed hers. Being a fat woman next to a man who was feet taller than you was good for the ego. She felt dwarfed by Christopher. "What's it like being so close to the sun?" she had asked him once. His charcoal grey eyes had twinkled. "Amazing."They went through their workout and when they got to the tenth rep she didn't even believe it. "We're done?""Done.""No way…I'm still breathing.""Maybe it's an indicati
Ashleigh was looking at her roots in her mirror. She hadn't been to the hair salon in weeks and her nails had long since lost their overlay. She quickly pulled on jeans, but they were too loose and even with a belt they sagged. She pulled out a box of clothes that she'd packed away. She tried on three pairs before she found one that fit her snuggly. On a hunch she pulled the jeans off and looked at the tag in back.Size 16.She gasped and nearly choked. Size 16?! She'd lost three dress sizes! How long has it been since she first stepped into the gym? Three months. She couldn't wait to tell Christopher! Things were happening faster because of him. She had to do something nice for him!She paced while she thought about what she could do to show her appreciation. She would invite him to lunch with her, Lance and Kendra. He was her friend and she wanted her other friends to know just how cool Christopher was. Ashleigh ran to her closet and began ripping down her clothes. They were get
When Christopher got home, he walked right past Maggie who purred and followed at his feet. He sighed and then bent down and rubbed her ears gently. "Sorry, Mags. I'm not mad at you." She leaned into his fingers in contentment. "Did you miss me, girl?" He stood and placed his things neatly in the closet, popped in a John Coltrane disc and then checked his messages. His mother had called."Son, this is Mom." He smiled, as if he couldn't tell. "I hate to tell you this over the phone but Aunt Lonnie passed away today. It was quiet and she wasn't in any pain. Uncle Ray was there and the kids." Christopher blew out a deep breath and sank down into one of the dining room chairs. "The funeral is going to be Saturday down on the mountain. The funeral is going to be at the white church at two. We goin' to meet up at Aunt Lonnie and Uncle Ray's house early…before. They want you to be a pall bearer." His mother sighed again. Aunt Lonnie wasn't his mother's aunt she was his mother's sister. H
The next day Ashleigh smoothed her shirt down and then pushed open the door to the gym. She paused and smiled at the music. Isley Brothers; Footsteps in the Dark.Christopher looked up and gave her a crooked grin. "An oldie but a goodie." He was sprawled out on the mat already stretching. Oh my god…He wore a grey shirt and loose athletic shorts. His body was amazing! His thighs were so thick that they rivaled hers! Only his was thick with muscles and not fat. He leaned forward and reached for his feet. His powerful arms bulged with tight muscles. She felt herself blush when her eyes fell on the package between his legs. It was a nice package; a very nice package. "Ashleigh, are you going to watch me do all of the stretching?" he asked while giving her a curious look.She jumped, her face burning bright red, and went to where he had set the pink thermos that he always used for her smoothie. His thermos was black and his concoction was not nearly as tasty as he made hers. She carri
"Well what the hell am I supposed to talk about?" he asked out loud."You don't have to think of a topic!" someone said. "Just don't sit there looking like a dumbass.""Ask them what they do."Christopher looked up. "I already know what they do.""That's only because you're perving them." It was their word for watching people on the security camera.Christopher blushed. "No. Ashleigh told me what they do.""Pretend that she didn't tell you." TK was rubbing his jaw. His eye was already swelling. The guys gave him advice while he sniffed his armpits for freshness. Yeah, he was still good after his shower this morning. Someone handed him a bottle of cologne and he accepted it as if it were poison. He opened the bottle and sniffed. Not too bad. He put on a bit.He stripped out of his fatigues and pulled on tan slacks and a white button down shirt. He felt a little less nervous after burning off his nervous energy with TK and the guys were actually giving him good advice. He guessed
When they returned to work he knew that all of the cameras were on them. He shook Lance and Kendra's hands and promised that he'd join them again some time. Ashleigh lingered with him in the lobby."Thanks for coming with us.""Thanks for inviting me." They looked at each other and Christopher decided that he would just ask her. He would ask her on a date. "Ashleigh.""Yes?"The words froze in his throat at the look of curiosity on her face. "I…better get back. I'll see you tomorrow.""See you tomorrow, Christopher."He nodded and headed for the elevators, cursing himself for being such a chicken. What if he lost her friendship because he wanted more? He didn't want to do that. Ashleigh watched him walk away. ~*~The ride down to Corbin Kentucky was quiet. It was just him, mom and dad. His father had suffered a stroke a few years back and oftentimes became confused. He had his lucid moments though and thankfully today was one of them. His brothers and sisters had decid
Just as he promised, Christopher played with the kids for a while and then it was time for the funeral. They climbed into the car. There were two limos, for Uncle Ray, his kids, and his grandkids. They headed to the white church; named that because it was built of wood timbers and whitewashed. The red church was brick and they did things a bit differently; like speaking in tongues. The white church was where they had their family plot. He'd have to visit his brother Walt's grave after Aunt Lonnie's funeral. His older brother had died in a car accident at the age of eighteen. Everything was shit back then; losing Walt, moving to Covington where people made him feel like a freak, and not having his best friend Debbie.His mom was stoic during the funeral service. He held her hand but she didn't allow one tear to fall from her glistening eyes. He wanted to tell her that it was alright to cry and that he knew that she'd always had to be strong. But instead he just squeezed her hands gentl
Christopher took the good-natured ribbing because he really had no choice. But at least he had avoided whatever plan they had created in their idle time to get him and Ashleigh together. He ran his reports, did his sweeps and transported the prisoners all with a goofy smile on his face. Was he the cool guy? The idea made him chuckle out loud several times. His shyness scared people away…With a frown, his mind returned to poor Debbie. Good thing that child-molesting asshole was already dead or he'd kill him. He actually wished that the asshole was still alive so that he could torture the bastard and THEN kill him. Beast popped his neck and several of the prisoners under his care were unsure of what to make of the giant, scarred, guard that smirked one minute and scowled the next. One thing was for certain; the sight of him alone assured that none of them would be stepping out of line.That night Christopher stopped at the grocer's. He could take Ashleigh out…but why do that when he c