Waking up, I realize the reason. I hear the phone ringing on the other side of the room and slip out from under the covers to answer it. Immediately wishing that I hadn't gone to sleep without putting on a nightgown, I shiver while grabbing the phone.
Retrieving it, I retreat to the warmth of the covers and look at who called. Nora, a neighbor that quickly became a close friend of mine just after we moved in. She is 30 and works for Brad's company, as a secretary.
Calling her back, I ask while yawning and stretching, "What's up, Nora?"
Sounding anxious, she answers right away, "You would never believe who and what I saw last night at the office."
Not wanting to really know, because I have an awful feeling that has started creeping up inside, I hesitate. Finally saying something, I ask, "Do I want to know?"
"Girl, your husband was caught eating out one of his clients last night. Jessica, one of the girls at the office, spotted them in his office last night, so she grabbed me and we both spied it. He was so deep in this woman, I doubt he was breathing and he acted like he was really enjoying it."
Immediately regretting my decision, I swallow hard with a bitter taste in my mouth. When she told me, I bit my tongue hard and can feel it pulsating and swelling up. Commenting, "O.K., so I wish I didn't know. It's bad enough that I figured he wasn't interested in women, but to know that he just isn't interested in me, makes me feel awful. Now I find myself wondering what is wrong with me."
Laughing, she states, "Girl, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you, you always have guys staring at you panting. You just never give them the time of day and that ring tends to scare them off."
Quietly I answer, "Then, I guess from now on I am just going to have to not wear my ring. Brad obviously doesn't give a rat's ass about me anyways, so why should I keep up appearances? By the way, I have to tell you something."
She giggles and asks, "Did you screw someone?"
Hesitating, I wonder if it would hurt to tell her about my kiss. After another moment, I answer, "No, but there is this new man Brad hired, he is a ex-con and he is really handsome in a rugged way. The first time I met him, he rescued me in the stable when Mable got out of control, the next time was when she got bit by a rattler and died. He came along and comforted me, before getting some more help." I take a deep breath in before continuing. "But that's not the part that is exciting. See the first time in the stable, he caught me in mid-air and held me in his strong arms. The next day when he comforted me, he kissed me and we almost made love right there. At that point, I decided that when the coast is clear, I am going to have him."
She screams into the phone, "Oh my god! That's the stuff romance novels are made from."
"Yeah, I know and in a couple days, I am going to find out what he feels like buried deep inside of me. From now on, the last thing I will ever think about is Brad's face sucking on some woman's private parts. He has nothing on this man. He is tall dark and handsome, with a hint of mystery and just thinking about it is making me wet." I giggle and feel my face starting to blush at the mere thought of having him hilt deep inside of me.
I can tell that the thought had crossed her mind too, because she starts to breath heavy on the phone. She says, "Wow, I wish you hadn't told me about him now, I am going to have to go rub one out. That made me seriously hot." She laughs and goes quiet.
Wondering if she isn't already taking care of it, I answer, "Well, I have to go eat some breakfast and take a bath. Have a good day and enjoy yourself." I laugh again and she answers.
"I will, talk to you later." After she hangs up, I climb out of bed and put on my robe.
Walking downstairs, I revel in the feeling of the robe against my naked skin. Feeling extremely happy, I stroll into the kitchen and watch as Marissa makes breakfast. When she turns around, she jumps, not knowing that I was sitting there.
I look at her ears and realize that she has her earbuds in and smile. That's why she didn't hear me come in. She hurries to take them out and apologizes for not saying goodmorning.
Reassuring her that is O.K., I say, "Don't worry, I was just watching you cook. You seem to really enjoy your work. I like that about you."
She nods and finishes cooking. After she plates it up and hands it to me, I grab the orange juice out of the fridge and pour a glass. Noticing it, she immediately tells me, "I should have done that."
"It's quite alright. I am a grown woman, I think I can get a glass of orange juice by myself." Laughing, I try to make her feel at ease. "So, after work today, what are your plans?"
She sits down on a stool next to mine and answers, "I need to go grocery shopping for my apartment. My roommate always forgets, so we don't have any food." The look on her face is one of disappointment and I feel bad for her.
"Well, why don't you leave after lunch today? I think I can handle making a sandwich for myself for dinner. I might even try making spaghetti or something."
She smiles and nods, saying, "Thank you, that is very thoughtful of you. I will do that. Unfortunately, I have to get my laundry done too, so that will give me plently of time."
Putting my hand on her back, I answer, "I am glad. Everyone needs time off, sometimes. Well, I am all done. I can't possibly eat another bite and I am off to take a bath." Stopping for a second after jumping off the stool, I ask, "Oh, by the way. Do you happen to know what that new stable hands name is?"
She looks at me thoughtfully, and answers. "I do believe I heard Brad saying that it is Dean Smith. Why?"
Quickly hiding my interest, I answer. "Oh, nothing. I just talked to him briefly the other day and I like to know the names of all the people working for Brad, just in case I have to talk to them. It doesn't sound good to say hey you. If you get my drift." I raise my eyebrows and wink.
She laughs and nods again. Turning to leave, I say, "Have a good morning."
Answering the same, she returns to cleaning up the kitchen and I walk back upstairs to the bedroom where I draw a bath and eventually get dressed.
After reading for several hours, I decide to go for a walk. I go through my closet and choose a comfortable pair of jeans and a nice royal blue sweater that my dad bought for me last year as a present. Putting them on, I model in the mirror for myself and realize that something is missing. Placing my sapphire heart earrings in, I once again model in front of the mirror. Perfect. Satisfied with my appearance, I shut my closet and pull on my light brown leather fashion boots that I have picked out for the day. I always cringe a little when I start to walk in them, because they make this percussive sound on the wood floors that echoes throughout the whole house. Standing up, I walk to the door of the bedroom and open it, hesitating before shutting it behind me as I look inside for anything I forgot. I turn the corner of the hallway and walk to the door. Not seeing Brad, I march out the door before he decides to stop
After lunch, Marissa takes off and I find myself completely alone. I sit around for a while reading again, but then decide to be nosey and go through Brad's things in his bedroom. What could possibly go wrong? After all, he won't be home for hours if he shows up at all tonight. Pacing back and forth, I try to figure out if I should or not and finally just march up the stairs straight into his bedroom. Looking through his drawers, I find nothing and then turn to his desk. Right away, I have this bad feeling when I see a drawer half way open and inside a picture is bearly visible. Opening the drawer the rest of the way, I stand back and take in a deep breath before sighing. Shaking my head in disbelief, I approach the drawer and pick up the photo of Brad and an unknown woman in a compromising position. When I go to put it back, I notice a manilla envelope underneath and take it out to open it. 
While cleaning up my room before dinner, I sit down and secretly wish that Dean was here and we were making love. Looking out the window, I watch as the wind blows against the house, so I decide to go downstairs and make dinner. On the way to the kitchen, I catch a glimpse of Dean outside the front door and walk over, trying to see what is going on. Opening the door, I notice an older man who I have never seen before, standing by Dean and it seems like they are in a confrontation. Both of them turn to face me, before I ask, "What seems to be the problem here?" Dean speaks up first, saying matter of factly, "My parole officer doesn't believe that I am employed here and is trying to throw me back in prison. Is there any way you can verify my employment to him for me?" Looking at the older gentleman, I ask politely, "May I know who I am talking to?" He nods and answers, "I am Mr. Conway, Dean's parole officer. I was notified
Eating breakfast the next morning, I watch Marissa clean up the pans she used to make the eggs and hashbrowns. A pretty little thing, Marissa has expressed time and time before that she isn't. I have to show her that it's what she makes of it one of these days. Maybe even today. All I have to do is take her shopping, get a couple of outfits that flatter her body type and get her hair and makeup done at the salon. She will walk out feeling like a new woman and so much more appealing to everyone around her. I hope it gives her the self esteem she needs. Deciding while I sit there to call and set it up for today, I eat the rest of my breakfast and let her know I am finished. After running upstairs and bathing, I grab an outfit and set myself to work calling the necessary places. When I am done, I pat myself on the back and wait for the right time to go downstairs and collect her. While sitting on
After I take Marissa out and buy her a few new things, she feels so much better and smiles from ear to ear. It helps me get Brad off my mind for a little while and then when we get back I wait for him. In the middle of the afternoon, he finally gets home. Sitting on the couch watching T.V., I notice that when he strolls in, he acts like nothing has happened. Carrying in a few plastic bags from the grocery store and wearing a huge smile on his face, he looks really good I have to admit. I sit up and watch him. Standing up and yawning, I approach before he can reach his bedroom and stop him in his tracks. Staring into his eyes, I ask, "Brad, who was the woman you had in your room?" Cocking my head, while watching his smile disappear and his face scrunching up into an angry scowl, I wait for an answer. He lets go of the bags and grabs ahold of me, slamming me against the wall. One hand on my neck, the o
A few days later, I am walking around the grounds and see Dean talking to a young female that Brad must have just hired. Not immediately recognizing her, I walk over to introduce myself and to break up their party. They must hear me approach, because they both turn to face me and the girl smiles. Looking up at Dean, I notice that he doesn't however. Feeling a twinge of jealousy spreading throughout my being, I try to quickly dismiss it, but end up making a fool of myself. I ask, "So, Dean is this your new play thing?" He glances at me coldly and then stares off into space behind me. "No, Ma'am. This is my cousin Sam. She just moved here when I got out of jail and she needed a place to stay. When I told her I was working here, she expressed that she needed work and I asked Mr. Harrison if he could use any extra help. He told me to bring her in today and he instantly hired her as soon as he saw her."
Sitting down on Dean's couch, I wait patiently for Sam to make dinner while Dean takes a shower. I don't quite know what to do with myself until Dean walks out of the bathroom with a towel on, looking hot as hell. This is actually the first time I have seen his biceps and pecks that only peeked out of his shirts before. Looking like a god straight out of Olympus, he glances at me and winks. Motioning for me to come to him, I stand up quickly and practically run over to where he is standing. I look up and wait for him to say something. Demanding more than asking, "You want to see what I have under this towel for you?" He smirks and after checking to make sure Sam is still in the kitchen, he unwraps his towel. Staring at me proudly, he shows off his rock hard erection and then covers back up before anyone else sees him. Laughing, he runs his hand through his hair and asks, "So, do you want to be dessert?" Lickin
After relaxing in the bath this morning, I slather rose fragranced lotion on my skin to make it ultra soft. I have to do something to calm myself, because now Brad is treating me like a prisoner in my own home. Last night, I went to go ride Nelly and he demanded to know where I was going. Glaring at him, I answered, "None of your business. Since when am I a prisoner here? I shouldn't have to answer to you for my actions. Certainly not since you don't care about me at all, just how things look." At that, he walked out and didn't come back till this morning. Early around 7, I heard him slam the door shut and march to his room with heavy feet. Till now, I haven't dared to leave my room and as soon as I find an outfit to wear, I will go visit with Marissa in the kitchen. Brushing my hair, I work out all the snarles and then put my hair up in a braid before dressing. While I look around my closet, I wonder