Monday, July 30, 2012

Ch124 Resistance is Futile



“That’s a really nice bathrobe,” Victor said, by way of getting things back to normal.

Violet turned and stared at him—or through him. “What?”

“It’s the perfect color for you. Makes your eyes shimmer,” he said, pouring out another cup of coffee for her.

“Shimmer,” she repeated absently, pacing about the room in an agitated fashion.

“Violet, come sit and have breakfast with me.”

“Huh?”

He lifted the cup to show her and she came to the table. She sat and sighed before taking the cup in both hands. 

“Thank you,” she said, sipping at it.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked. “It takes some getting used to, sleeping through sirens and everything, especially when you’re used to the quiet of Catalpa Valley.”

Monday, July 23, 2012

Ch 123 How Do You Fight That



Victor tried as hard as he could to get his mind around what Violet just disclosed. His brain obviously was still half asleep, because he was getting no help.

“Violet,” he said, tentative as you can get. “Violet, are you trying to tell me Richard is… is haunting you?” 

She bit her lip again and took a deep breath. 

“I…No…I don’t think so. Not really. It’s more like…” She looked around as if hoping to find the words written out for her on the walls. She then placed her fist on her chest over her heart. 

“I still feel him around me and inside me, Victor. I know it’s crazy, but I swear he’s here. Richard’s always with me. He comes to me all the time. When I’m alone at home. He talks to me at the department store and the supermarket and the post office and at work. He tells me when to pay the bills, cuz he knows I always forget. He…he even comes to me in my…when I sleep. He spends the night with me… he holds me and it’s almost like he’s not really gone. It’s only in the morning when I wake up that I realize…but even then I can hear him whisper my name and say, “Good morning, sleepy head” just like he used to. Even when I’m with you, I feel him near me and I don’t think…I think…”

Sounds like haunting, thought Victor, but he kept this to himself.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Ch122 Don’t get it



Violet wrapped her arms around Victor’s neck and held on tightly. As much as she tried, she couldn’t stop the tears which suddenly sprung to her eyes from spilling over onto her cheeks. That only made her hold on tighter to him.

“I don’t get it. Why is she crying?” Richard said.

Heidi gave him a long-suffering sort of look. “I’m sure you wouldn’t understand it even if I explained,” she said.

“He doesn’t even know she’s crying, the idiot. He’s just enjoying having her on his lap,” Richard growled.

Indeed Victor was. He definitely loved having Violet hugging him like there was no tomorrow. This gave him hope, but after a while he got the inkling something was up. 

“Violet, do you want some breakfast?” he asked, rubbing her back, his face in her sweet smelling hair. 

Monday, July 9, 2012

Ch121: Enough For Now



Reluctantly, Violet threw back the covers. That would have to be enough sleep for now. She stretched luxuriously, then slipped out of bed, pulling her robe on. She went into the bathroom to splash water on her face and try to fix her hair. She gave up when the comb got stuck at the back of her rat nest head.

“Pretty bad when I need coffee just to comb my hair. Oh, well,” she mumbled, tossing down the comb and heading back to her room. She stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing a stack of bright magenta red boxes sitting beside the luggage. They had not been there last night, she was certain.

“Now what is this?” she muttered going to the first box, lifting the lid and gasping. There she found sexy lingerie and each subsequent box contained lacy bras in a rainbow of colors, slinky panties, delicate camisoles and silk stockings. While Violet longed to start wearing all of these lovely things, she knew from where they came, and it didn’t sit well with her.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Ch 120: Victor's Concubine



Violet slowly turned away from Victor’s closed door and went into her own room. There she blinked stupidly at the unfamiliar and complete set of matching luggage tucked into the corner of the room. Her own small overnight bag lay at the foot of the bed and looked woefully out of place in such lavish surroundings. 

“What in the world?” she mumbled. She then ran to Victor’s door and pounded on it. Before she could blink, the door swung open to reveal at eye level a bare chest.

“Violet, what’s wrong? You okay?” he anxiously said.

She stared at the chest for a second then her eyes slid down the taut stomach and at last to silky striped boxers. Damn, he looked good!

“Violet?” he said, tilting her face up to his. “What’s wrong?”