April 11th, 2017

Continuation of HouseCapades

Good Evening everyone ~ tonight you will find the continuation of my Short Story entitled, "HouseCapades" from the Anthology TWISTED SHORTIES II - A.F. Stewart, Editor, and Pam Brittain, Chief Compiler.

If you have been following along, the Short Story is continuing for the 4th Installation.  You can view HouseCapades from the beginning here on the Blog by viewing the three previous posts.

Your comments & thoughts are always welcomed here on the Blog!

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Twisted Shorties II

HouseCapades

By René Allen

VINETTE ONE ~ Unaccustomed Business

[ BLOG - continuation of Story ] . . .

*Red type denotes last paragraph where we left off . . .

Sheila had gotten into her luscious bubble bath, and the thought ran across her mind of having Quinton in the bubble bath with her. Then she quickly blushed at the thought, and turned her attention to the soft jazz music playing throughout the house.  Focusing on the music didn't seem to help her much with dispelling the thought of Quinton in the bubble bath with her, so she let her mind go wheresoever it would – and go it did...

At 9:45 pm, Quinton was rounding the corner of Chance Street.  Quinton decided to drive straight down HouseCapade Blvd, and swoosh pass 1010 and sit at the corner of HouseCapade Blvd and Fate Street for 5 minutes to say a prayer before going directly to the house wherein he knew the woman who stopped his heart when he first laid eyes on her was awaiting. He shut the motor off, and with the sound of only the birds chirping in the tree right next to his Porsche, Quinton said a silent intimate prayer within himself.

He wanted her. He wanted her. He wanted her.

The five minutes were up. Quinton turned the key in the ignition. He took a deep breath, looked eye to eye with the man in the rear view mirror, and put his foot on the gas pedal. Slowly, deliberately, he approached 1010 with a thumping heart, a fixed mind, and a romantic soul getting in gear within himself for what was to come.

Sheila could hear Quinton approaching. His Porsche had a distinct sound. And because Destiny Subdivision was very quiet most of the time, whenever any vehicle

was in the community, it was very easy to hear the sound of it. Sheila had a keen ear for the different sounds of automobile engines. Her keen ear had a lot to do with her dealings with Fortunata Motors thanks to the teachings of her great uncle, Felix Chesney. Felix had been, and still was, the Lead Designer for Fortunata Motors from inception of its start-up.

Felix Chesney's grand vehicle designs had won him numerous automotive awards and accolades that had landed him on the cover of every major automotive magazine both nationally, and in some cases, globally. And while Felix lived comfortably all his life, he was a very humble man with one son named Felix Chesney II, who followed closely in his father's footsteps. His wife, Marsha Chesney, was a traditional woman who 

had no desires that took her far from her home base. She liked to have tea parties, and stay in positions within the ladies' circles of her community.  Marsha Chesney was cute as a button, petite, and full of joy. Sheila loved to get involved with her great aunt (by marriage) from time to time. Whenever Sheila decided

to start up a woman's organization, association, club, website, or volunteer hub, Marsha Chesney was her go-to person. All she had to do was say the word, and whatever it was that she needed created, done, and on the road to success, Marsha would help her to get the job done before she could blink twice.

In just that flash of a moment, after hearing the sound of Quinton's Porsche, Sheila's mind had jumped over to the Vault of Felix, Felix II, and Marsha Chesney's

world.

Jumping back to the sound of the footsteps approach- ing the front door, Sheila turned her attention to checking her face and her appearance before heading to the elevator.

Quinton had used his key to come into the front door with his one large piece of Crocodile luggage.  All guests to 1010 HouseCapade Blvd were given keys that could be activated and deactivated with the press of the rental agent's corporate home office security client button. Therefore, there was never a need to re-distribute keys to guests, unless they were lost or stolen.  Standing in the foyer, Quinton knew that there was no one in the home other than him and Sheila. He could sense her presence somewhere near. And just as his mind went to the vision of her beautiful face, the elevator door opened and a lovely leg placed one foot upon the marble tiled floor. Her fragrance preceded her.

As soon as Sheila stepped out of the elevator, she focused immediately on the handsome man standing in the foyer. As she started walking toward him, she realized that he was looking at her deeply, and he had a stance and look as if he were studying her.  As she focused on his handsome face, Sheila realized that his expression was one of awe of what he was looking at. Was she that stunning to him? She wondered.

Copyright May 2013 by René Allen - All Rights Reserved.

...TO BE CONTINUED...

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See you all back here for more of HouseCapades!

Get your Journals out, because we're going to be learning more about Short Stories...

Peace, Love & Light,

  René

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