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The Lady Bed
THE LADY BED
a romance story
Copyright ©2020 by Abundant Umoh
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise), without the prior written permission of the publisher of this book.
Dedication
This work is dedicated to fiction lovers all over the world
Favourite Quote
“IF YOU WISH TO BE A WRITER, WRITE.”
•One
"Last night was so hot," Rufés' told the lady.
"Last night was wonderful," the lady replied.
"All glory back to you", the lady said again but this time with a smile.
"The sweat that rolled down your face while I stroked the huge dark body of your phallus, I looked up to your eyes and saw pleasure smiling back at me." The lady said again giving Rufés a memory of last night.
"My payment," she asked with her arms stretched out as to receive something, and with a more serious face. Rufés gently dropped some amount in her hand.
"Don't joke with me," she said looking sternly into his eyes with her enchanting eye balls which I believe can change the shape of a man's brain in one look.
Rufés saw the seriousness in her looks, and paid her completely. She has the best of expensive perfumes which no lady in the southern part of Paris can afford, she wears the best of expensive clothes, shoes and golden jewelries, she is beautiful, extremely beautiful that besides the strange things that happened weeks after she spends time with men on her bed, new set of men still troop in to dine and wine in this Blissful
occurrence. Not that she earns so heavily, or comes from an affluent home. She just has a way of getting all she needs after every night. She is pretty, rich, and popular, but no one knows her name.
Weeks after she had an intercourse with Rufés, Rufés died in his house. No one knew the cause of his death. Rufés was a tall french man, had a home in bôlge, he lived alone and spent all his earnings on prostitutes, palm tree Rufés as his friends would call is now dead.
•TWO
For the years she slept with men, all was on her father's bed. Poor chef Martin at 78 cursed his bed for his daughter defiled it. Divorced Dorcas, but still stayed in his house all day, watching men troop into his room, hearing the sounds of pain, pleasure, weakness, dirty talks, and all. And still watched this men leave his house. Everyday the same and every day the same. As for Dorcas he knew nothing about her whereabout or what happened minutes after she packed.
Chef Martin died at 78, it was Christmas day and it was
snowing heavily. His body was white and stiff, the lady took her father's corps to the backyard, dug the deep snow that Christmas evening and buried her father. The same time was a man named Alexandre, from Paris. taking a train to visit the lady. He wore a huge jacket, hand gloves a pair of cowboy boots and a denim jean.
There was Alexandre, standing at the train station for 49 minutes before the train arrived.
He got in, this train was going to take an hour before arriving at st. crontélle. Alexandre was thinking about the lady how beautiful she would be. He had heard so much about her, her golds her long blonde hair even her unsatisfiable sexual desires. Here he was giving his warm heart the type of hopes one would give a high school leaver before he writes his exams. While he was thinking a little girl was staring at him, wondering why a full grown man would be sitting alone smiling, sometimes laughing all by himself, her looks showed...
SKPIIIISHHHHH!!!
The train arrived at st. crontélle. Everyone dropped, this little girl left her mom's hand and ran towards Alexandre and asked.
"Are you ok sir?" Alexandre smiling back at her but still in a hurry not to miss his Blissful event with the lady this Christmas night, quickly replied in Spanish.
"Bien, gracias"
The little girl smiled and ran back to her mother who quickly grabbed her hand and hurried off.
•Three
The road was deeply covered with snow, so deep a foot in it reaches your knee level, Alexandre struggled his way through deep snow and long traffic. Replying merry Christmas to everyone who greeted. The air was cold, and freezing almost every liquid that comes to open, everyone wore head warmers, tough jackets. Huge socks and cowboy boots. Decorations of green and red on every street, road signs and even door post.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Alexandre checks the address on a piece of paper he was holding to confirm he is knocking at the right door. He knocks, knocks and knocks again. A hard piece of cedar was what the door was made of, the knob was this rounded type you turn left and right to unlock.
The lady lived in a château two streets after st. Crontélle train station, there was also a huge "merry Christmas and a happy new year" boldly designed across a rounded flowery case. She was asleep the whole while Alexandre was knocking, maybe thinking of her father, or probably of her next flesh to flesh encounter with whatsoever man it would be. she finally heard about two last knocks and was approaching the door half naked, wearing just a white net linen which she wrapped about her. Her breast, fully out of the linen showing the top side swollen. She dragged her sleepy self to the door to see who was Knocking.
The door was opened and Alexandre was standing there looking at this enchanting lady with his eyes wide open, his mouth was jealous so it joined in the opening. "Alexandre is my name, from paris..." He said regretting why he acted silly at first.
"the news of your fathers death has reached me when coming, I've come to console you of your dad's death, please accept my sympathy." She stood there looking at Alexandre, for he was handsome, tall and had brown eyes slightly red hair at the top, his muscular body was already a thrill to the lady.
"come in" she said.
•four
The floor of the house was made from fine terrazzo, it was warm inside for there was a fire place and some left over firewood. "This is my home Alexandre" she said without looking at him. "It's a wonderful place, but how come your father was poor when he lived in this house?". Alexandre asked. "This was his house, I used my money to lift it to this level, but he never saw anything good in what I did." The lady replied. "Come, let me take you round" she said to Alexandre, Alexandre been so filled with passion and lustful affection already strolled along trying to hide the size of his phallus, for it was already showing from his jean, she didn't see it though.
She walked softly in front, and gave Alexandre the whole chance to admire, and even trace out her alluring shape. His shaft was already stiff and huge pressing against his jean.
"This is my room," the lady said. There was a clock that was not even ticking but it told the correct time, there was a cup half filled with wine. The room glowed white with coruscating sparkles from the walls of solid marble and roofing panels that bore the brilliance of fresh lilies from Jerusalem. Her bed was white too, soft and tender, with three pillows lined up in a sleek pattern to one side of its expansive frame and the mattress drawn up skillfully and well tucked in to the sides, leaving behind a captivating view.
"It's beautiful" Alexandre said.
"But my dad never liked it, he never liked anything..." The lady sobbed and tears rolled down her cheeks. Alexandre walked to comfort her, sat by her and was wiping her tears with his fingers, she hugged him, there both hugged tighty, her hand hit a stiff part of Alexandre jean. She looked him in the eye, her trained fingers, still on the part carresed ever gently and with a cruel intent. Slowly Alexandre moaned, charged up with a queer force from the blue, and hungry to unleash all the longings his imaginations had cast up before now.
He held her face with a tender look in his eyes and kissed her deeply and again, his left hand on her left breast slowly tormenting her nipples, and introducing them to such intense pleasures they had never known. The lady was on, climbed up on Alexandre and they both fell on the bed, with his kisses unhindered, fluttering down the contours of her neck and sending shivers down her spine, soon the kisses intensified and then grew fervent, enveloping her ample bosoms, her shoulders and to the peak of her nipples that stiffened at once in response to his masterful torment. Soon their garments were thrown carelessly into thin air while they reached for each other in haste and impatience. Alexandre was particularly captured by the lovely outlook that materialized in front of him.
Back to the nipples he sucked slowly, with his right hand pressing hard on the other breast, she curled herself round him, kissed his neck, and kissed his chest area, sucked one of his nipples. His body was hard. And down she went unlocked his jean to set the captive free!
She was taken aback on seeing the size of his phallus. A pink head, and dark skinned. A tick vein curled about it. She held his huge stiff shaft
"mmmmh" Alexandre moaned with pleasure for she held it right with her toungue at the tip licking the swollen pink head, sucking on the dark skin of this muscular vessel.
The lady then laid flat on the bed with her legs opened wide like the arms of the ancient Asians or Americans catapult, with this position Alexandre had access deep down her muscular cunt. Stroking backward and forward with much power.
•Five
Time was was spent in this very act. After two hours of sexual pleasure, Alexandre woke up and found the lady still sleeping next to him, her face, ever pretty as before. He dropped some amount of money on the bed close to her and left her house. It was far down the night when he came out, there were few cars on the road. No cab. He then decided to walk down to st. Crontélle train station where he could possibly get a train back home. As he walked down the road he noticed the snow was not that heavy again and the weather was not too cold as it was in the day time. He kept on going, a bright light flashed on him from behind, and suddenly offed again. He turn and looked back in curiosity then he heard a loud horn, it was a horn of a truck, probably the driver was struggling with the headlights trying to put it on, at the same time blowing his horn for the way to be cleared so no collision with humans or animals.
But it was too late for Alexandre, before he could understand that it was a truck, it was already close by. With it's speed that night hit Alexandre down and climbed up on him bursting and breaking parts of his body. Too bad, Alexandre dies on a Christmas night. The truck driver escaped.
Alexandres body was found in the morning, smashed against the pedestrian Walk way.
It was a terrible sight.
The lady woke in the morning at 07:23
Made breakfast and ate. Had her bath and went to the market to get new stuffs.
"Hello lady," the shop owner greeted smiling showing only his top set of teeth for there were the only clean set he had left in his mouth.
"...what would you like to get today?", He asked again.
"Just new bras and panties." She replied.
"I've got just the thing, come inside and make your choice."
The lady entered the shop. Bought some stuffs but before she left the shop owner told her he needs a bed.
"I actually need a bed here in my shop for decoration, and maybe for sale. If you have one let me know, or if you can find someone with one, also let me know." He told the lady.
Besides, the lady was planning on leaving France for America and selling some of her household equipments.
" I own a bed at home, classically decorated with the latest italian parle design. With an extra white mattress, it cost 50€"
She told the shop keeper.
"50€ it kinda' expensive but I'll see what I can do, bring the bed to my shop tomorrow. I'll pay you." The shop keeper replied.
"Ok, I will." She answered
And left the shop.
When she got home she packed the bed up, so she could sell to the shop keeper.
The next day, a truck she hired brought the bed to the shop keepers shop in the afternoon.
But the lady came in later.
"What a big bed you got here." The shop keeper said with a smile.
"Thanks, where's my payment," she asked him.
He told her,
"I can give you more than the 50€ I said. Let's just have a good time on your bed."
The lady, so tired from the work of last night, tried rejecting this, but to no avail. The deed was done.
Hours later the shop keeper was found dead in his shop.
The crowd that gathered was like that of students at a high school assembly, the man was dead.
•Six
2 years Later,
Dallas, Texas
"Welcome to America,"
the attendant at the airport said, ushering her to have a sit,
"where are you from?" She asked the lady,
"Paris, France. Paris,"
The lady replied.
"And what's your name?" She asked again
"Marie," the lady said, after wishing she never forgets the formulated name.
The attendant office, was of golden color, with a table an chair made of hard polished wood. Photos of jet fighters, bip-planes, transporter Jets and helicopters, filled the wall of the office.
"Okay, you married?" The attendant asked again.
"N-N-N. No!" The lady stammered.
"Alright, alright. Just have a good time, there is a hotel down the street, it's the closest to the airport here that's why we recommend you use Daisy Suit." The attendant said smiling at the lady.
"Oh really, I'll check it out as soon as I'm outside. Thanks you." Marie smiled and left her office.
On getting to the exit, her bag was knocked down mistakenly by a young man.
Ethan, is 28, which makes Marie a year older than him. He works as an AC repairer in 3 hotels in Dallas, Texas.
He lost his wife to a Mental disorder.
He came home one night and was trying to put his work tools in place up on the shelf.
"Hello dear, you home already, sorry I didn't hear the knock on the door." Ethan's wife apologized.
"It's okay, I'm just so tired at the moment, where is the bunny." He uses the bunny because of the way his daughter plays around like a rabbit.
Rose is a high school, Junior grade student of mark II high, 12 years of age.
"She's asleep," Ethans wife replied.
"Oh now you go get me something to eat so I can go to bed too," Ethan said with a more tired voice this time.
"Oh honey, let me help you put your tools up first before..."
"No please, I can do that myself." Ethan interrupted.
He dropped a heavy thick iron on top the shelf, his wife pouted playfully that Ethan don't want her to help.
"Ok ok, I'll go to the kitchen and get something to eat myself, you help me in putting up my tools ok?" Ethan said.
"Oh it's my pleasure," his wife happily said.
He kissed her and left for the kitchen.
Two minutes later, he heard a loud screem in the living room, on getting there he found his wife in a pool of her own blood. That night was a Terrible night for Ethan. He quickly rushed her to the hospital, she had treatments. But she was not fine.
It was said that she has mental disorder, the heavy metal which hit her, cracked her skull.
Two days later, Ethan returned to the hospital to hear from the doctor that his wife is dead.
He was shocked even more, that the doctors didn't allow him to see her one last time.
His wife is gone, he had to continue with is daughter, Rose. Take her to school, prepare food. And also go to work. A hard time it was for Ethan.
Here he was, having knocked down the lady's bag bent to pick them up for her.
"Oh, I'm really sorry" he bent to pick her bag up.
"It's Ok please, at least you didn't snatch it." The lady responded, remembering what men do in southern paris.
"Snatch it,? Why?" The curious young man asked, wanting to know why he would do such.
"Nevermind." She responded and was leaving.
"I'm Ethan!," he said a little louder to see if he can make her stand a while.
She left. Without another word.
•seven
. Daisy Suit was located two streets after charmly002. It was a big hotel of 4 story building, which accommodated almost every new comer to America. This storey building was mostly built with glass, having over 200 workers, admirable environment, fleet of expensive cars parked in the different garage. The lady looking at this hotel felt so happy seeing it, cause in Paris there is nothing like this around. Though there are hotels but hundred of such will make one of these. She did her payments and was directed to her room.
"Here ma, the keys," A staff handed the keys of her room to her. "Feel free to ring the bell when you need help, enjoy your time in Daisy Suit ma'am."
"Thanks you very much." The lady replied and entered her room.
It was well furnished, she set her eyes on the makeup desk, and it was wonderful, filled with all makeup equipment a lady would need.
The bed was dim yellow, and pillows white, a high soft bed it was. The floor was tiled, so smooth that it reflected everything like it was doubled.
A large window was at the far end of the room, from it, you can see almost the whole city.
The lady sat on her bed, trying to undress and sleep.
She found a pamphlet on a wooden table close to the large window area,
"Hmmmm," she said with a thoughtful mind,
"A job?, I'll see about that."
It was a job of a bar attendant,
"I think I'll check this out in two days time"
She said, giving herself some more hours to relax and understand her environment.
Minutes later, Marie fell asleep
Knock, knock, knock! There was a knock on the door.
"Who is there?" She replied sleepily to the knock on the door.
"A staff," the person responded.
"Come in."
"Good day ma'am, I'm sorry, but announcement says everyone should be out of his or her rooms by 12 you can go to the pool, the bar, anywhere you want, because we are bringing an AC repairer to check the fault in all our ACs. thanks for your understanding."
The worker after giving the information, left her room. The lady closed the door again and went back to bed, half dressed, for she felt too lazy to remove her clothes completely. She had a little nap and it was already way pass 12.
Another Knock On The Door. Before she could even wake, a young man had pushed the door open, with the intention that every guest is out on the break that was announced.
to be continued.
a romance story
Copyright ©2020 by Abundant Umoh
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise), without the prior written permission of the publisher of this book.
Dedication
This work is dedicated to fiction lovers all over the world
Favourite Quote
“IF YOU WISH TO BE A WRITER, WRITE.”
•One
"Last night was so hot," Rufés' told the lady.
"Last night was wonderful," the lady replied.
"All glory back to you", the lady said again but this time with a smile.
"The sweat that rolled down your face while I stroked the huge dark body of your phallus, I looked up to your eyes and saw pleasure smiling back at me." The lady said again giving Rufés a memory of last night.
"My payment," she asked with her arms stretched out as to receive something, and with a more serious face. Rufés gently dropped some amount in her hand.
"Don't joke with me," she said looking sternly into his eyes with her enchanting eye balls which I believe can change the shape of a man's brain in one look.
Rufés saw the seriousness in her looks, and paid her completely. She has the best of expensive perfumes which no lady in the southern part of Paris can afford, she wears the best of expensive clothes, shoes and golden jewelries, she is beautiful, extremely beautiful that besides the strange things that happened weeks after she spends time with men on her bed, new set of men still troop in to dine and wine in this Blissful
occurrence. Not that she earns so heavily, or comes from an affluent home. She just has a way of getting all she needs after every night. She is pretty, rich, and popular, but no one knows her name.
Weeks after she had an intercourse with Rufés, Rufés died in his house. No one knew the cause of his death. Rufés was a tall french man, had a home in bôlge, he lived alone and spent all his earnings on prostitutes, palm tree Rufés as his friends would call is now dead.
•TWO
For the years she slept with men, all was on her father's bed. Poor chef Martin at 78 cursed his bed for his daughter defiled it. Divorced Dorcas, but still stayed in his house all day, watching men troop into his room, hearing the sounds of pain, pleasure, weakness, dirty talks, and all. And still watched this men leave his house. Everyday the same and every day the same. As for Dorcas he knew nothing about her whereabout or what happened minutes after she packed.
Chef Martin died at 78, it was Christmas day and it was
snowing heavily. His body was white and stiff, the lady took her father's corps to the backyard, dug the deep snow that Christmas evening and buried her father. The same time was a man named Alexandre, from Paris. taking a train to visit the lady. He wore a huge jacket, hand gloves a pair of cowboy boots and a denim jean.
There was Alexandre, standing at the train station for 49 minutes before the train arrived.
He got in, this train was going to take an hour before arriving at st. crontélle. Alexandre was thinking about the lady how beautiful she would be. He had heard so much about her, her golds her long blonde hair even her unsatisfiable sexual desires. Here he was giving his warm heart the type of hopes one would give a high school leaver before he writes his exams. While he was thinking a little girl was staring at him, wondering why a full grown man would be sitting alone smiling, sometimes laughing all by himself, her looks showed...
SKPIIIISHHHHH!!!
The train arrived at st. crontélle. Everyone dropped, this little girl left her mom's hand and ran towards Alexandre and asked.
"Are you ok sir?" Alexandre smiling back at her but still in a hurry not to miss his Blissful event with the lady this Christmas night, quickly replied in Spanish.
"Bien, gracias"
The little girl smiled and ran back to her mother who quickly grabbed her hand and hurried off.
•Three
The road was deeply covered with snow, so deep a foot in it reaches your knee level, Alexandre struggled his way through deep snow and long traffic. Replying merry Christmas to everyone who greeted. The air was cold, and freezing almost every liquid that comes to open, everyone wore head warmers, tough jackets. Huge socks and cowboy boots. Decorations of green and red on every street, road signs and even door post.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Alexandre checks the address on a piece of paper he was holding to confirm he is knocking at the right door. He knocks, knocks and knocks again. A hard piece of cedar was what the door was made of, the knob was this rounded type you turn left and right to unlock.
The lady lived in a château two streets after st. Crontélle train station, there was also a huge "merry Christmas and a happy new year" boldly designed across a rounded flowery case. She was asleep the whole while Alexandre was knocking, maybe thinking of her father, or probably of her next flesh to flesh encounter with whatsoever man it would be. she finally heard about two last knocks and was approaching the door half naked, wearing just a white net linen which she wrapped about her. Her breast, fully out of the linen showing the top side swollen. She dragged her sleepy self to the door to see who was Knocking.
The door was opened and Alexandre was standing there looking at this enchanting lady with his eyes wide open, his mouth was jealous so it joined in the opening. "Alexandre is my name, from paris..." He said regretting why he acted silly at first.
"the news of your fathers death has reached me when coming, I've come to console you of your dad's death, please accept my sympathy." She stood there looking at Alexandre, for he was handsome, tall and had brown eyes slightly red hair at the top, his muscular body was already a thrill to the lady.
"come in" she said.
•four
The floor of the house was made from fine terrazzo, it was warm inside for there was a fire place and some left over firewood. "This is my home Alexandre" she said without looking at him. "It's a wonderful place, but how come your father was poor when he lived in this house?". Alexandre asked. "This was his house, I used my money to lift it to this level, but he never saw anything good in what I did." The lady replied. "Come, let me take you round" she said to Alexandre, Alexandre been so filled with passion and lustful affection already strolled along trying to hide the size of his phallus, for it was already showing from his jean, she didn't see it though.
She walked softly in front, and gave Alexandre the whole chance to admire, and even trace out her alluring shape. His shaft was already stiff and huge pressing against his jean.
"This is my room," the lady said. There was a clock that was not even ticking but it told the correct time, there was a cup half filled with wine. The room glowed white with coruscating sparkles from the walls of solid marble and roofing panels that bore the brilliance of fresh lilies from Jerusalem. Her bed was white too, soft and tender, with three pillows lined up in a sleek pattern to one side of its expansive frame and the mattress drawn up skillfully and well tucked in to the sides, leaving behind a captivating view.
"It's beautiful" Alexandre said.
"But my dad never liked it, he never liked anything..." The lady sobbed and tears rolled down her cheeks. Alexandre walked to comfort her, sat by her and was wiping her tears with his fingers, she hugged him, there both hugged tighty, her hand hit a stiff part of Alexandre jean. She looked him in the eye, her trained fingers, still on the part carresed ever gently and with a cruel intent. Slowly Alexandre moaned, charged up with a queer force from the blue, and hungry to unleash all the longings his imaginations had cast up before now.
He held her face with a tender look in his eyes and kissed her deeply and again, his left hand on her left breast slowly tormenting her nipples, and introducing them to such intense pleasures they had never known. The lady was on, climbed up on Alexandre and they both fell on the bed, with his kisses unhindered, fluttering down the contours of her neck and sending shivers down her spine, soon the kisses intensified and then grew fervent, enveloping her ample bosoms, her shoulders and to the peak of her nipples that stiffened at once in response to his masterful torment. Soon their garments were thrown carelessly into thin air while they reached for each other in haste and impatience. Alexandre was particularly captured by the lovely outlook that materialized in front of him.
Back to the nipples he sucked slowly, with his right hand pressing hard on the other breast, she curled herself round him, kissed his neck, and kissed his chest area, sucked one of his nipples. His body was hard. And down she went unlocked his jean to set the captive free!
She was taken aback on seeing the size of his phallus. A pink head, and dark skinned. A tick vein curled about it. She held his huge stiff shaft
"mmmmh" Alexandre moaned with pleasure for she held it right with her toungue at the tip licking the swollen pink head, sucking on the dark skin of this muscular vessel.
The lady then laid flat on the bed with her legs opened wide like the arms of the ancient Asians or Americans catapult, with this position Alexandre had access deep down her muscular cunt. Stroking backward and forward with much power.
•Five
Time was was spent in this very act. After two hours of sexual pleasure, Alexandre woke up and found the lady still sleeping next to him, her face, ever pretty as before. He dropped some amount of money on the bed close to her and left her house. It was far down the night when he came out, there were few cars on the road. No cab. He then decided to walk down to st. Crontélle train station where he could possibly get a train back home. As he walked down the road he noticed the snow was not that heavy again and the weather was not too cold as it was in the day time. He kept on going, a bright light flashed on him from behind, and suddenly offed again. He turn and looked back in curiosity then he heard a loud horn, it was a horn of a truck, probably the driver was struggling with the headlights trying to put it on, at the same time blowing his horn for the way to be cleared so no collision with humans or animals.
But it was too late for Alexandre, before he could understand that it was a truck, it was already close by. With it's speed that night hit Alexandre down and climbed up on him bursting and breaking parts of his body. Too bad, Alexandre dies on a Christmas night. The truck driver escaped.
Alexandres body was found in the morning, smashed against the pedestrian Walk way.
It was a terrible sight.
The lady woke in the morning at 07:23
Made breakfast and ate. Had her bath and went to the market to get new stuffs.
"Hello lady," the shop owner greeted smiling showing only his top set of teeth for there were the only clean set he had left in his mouth.
"...what would you like to get today?", He asked again.
"Just new bras and panties." She replied.
"I've got just the thing, come inside and make your choice."
The lady entered the shop. Bought some stuffs but before she left the shop owner told her he needs a bed.
"I actually need a bed here in my shop for decoration, and maybe for sale. If you have one let me know, or if you can find someone with one, also let me know." He told the lady.
Besides, the lady was planning on leaving France for America and selling some of her household equipments.
" I own a bed at home, classically decorated with the latest italian parle design. With an extra white mattress, it cost 50€"
She told the shop keeper.
"50€ it kinda' expensive but I'll see what I can do, bring the bed to my shop tomorrow. I'll pay you." The shop keeper replied.
"Ok, I will." She answered
And left the shop.
When she got home she packed the bed up, so she could sell to the shop keeper.
The next day, a truck she hired brought the bed to the shop keepers shop in the afternoon.
But the lady came in later.
"What a big bed you got here." The shop keeper said with a smile.
"Thanks, where's my payment," she asked him.
He told her,
"I can give you more than the 50€ I said. Let's just have a good time on your bed."
The lady, so tired from the work of last night, tried rejecting this, but to no avail. The deed was done.
Hours later the shop keeper was found dead in his shop.
The crowd that gathered was like that of students at a high school assembly, the man was dead.
•Six
2 years Later,
Dallas, Texas
"Welcome to America,"
the attendant at the airport said, ushering her to have a sit,
"where are you from?" She asked the lady,
"Paris, France. Paris,"
The lady replied.
"And what's your name?" She asked again
"Marie," the lady said, after wishing she never forgets the formulated name.
The attendant office, was of golden color, with a table an chair made of hard polished wood. Photos of jet fighters, bip-planes, transporter Jets and helicopters, filled the wall of the office.
"Okay, you married?" The attendant asked again.
"N-N-N. No!" The lady stammered.
"Alright, alright. Just have a good time, there is a hotel down the street, it's the closest to the airport here that's why we recommend you use Daisy Suit." The attendant said smiling at the lady.
"Oh really, I'll check it out as soon as I'm outside. Thanks you." Marie smiled and left her office.
On getting to the exit, her bag was knocked down mistakenly by a young man.
Ethan, is 28, which makes Marie a year older than him. He works as an AC repairer in 3 hotels in Dallas, Texas.
He lost his wife to a Mental disorder.
He came home one night and was trying to put his work tools in place up on the shelf.
"Hello dear, you home already, sorry I didn't hear the knock on the door." Ethan's wife apologized.
"It's okay, I'm just so tired at the moment, where is the bunny." He uses the bunny because of the way his daughter plays around like a rabbit.
Rose is a high school, Junior grade student of mark II high, 12 years of age.
"She's asleep," Ethans wife replied.
"Oh now you go get me something to eat so I can go to bed too," Ethan said with a more tired voice this time.
"Oh honey, let me help you put your tools up first before..."
"No please, I can do that myself." Ethan interrupted.
He dropped a heavy thick iron on top the shelf, his wife pouted playfully that Ethan don't want her to help.
"Ok ok, I'll go to the kitchen and get something to eat myself, you help me in putting up my tools ok?" Ethan said.
"Oh it's my pleasure," his wife happily said.
He kissed her and left for the kitchen.
Two minutes later, he heard a loud screem in the living room, on getting there he found his wife in a pool of her own blood. That night was a Terrible night for Ethan. He quickly rushed her to the hospital, she had treatments. But she was not fine.
It was said that she has mental disorder, the heavy metal which hit her, cracked her skull.
Two days later, Ethan returned to the hospital to hear from the doctor that his wife is dead.
He was shocked even more, that the doctors didn't allow him to see her one last time.
His wife is gone, he had to continue with is daughter, Rose. Take her to school, prepare food. And also go to work. A hard time it was for Ethan.
Here he was, having knocked down the lady's bag bent to pick them up for her.
"Oh, I'm really sorry" he bent to pick her bag up.
"It's Ok please, at least you didn't snatch it." The lady responded, remembering what men do in southern paris.
"Snatch it,? Why?" The curious young man asked, wanting to know why he would do such.
"Nevermind." She responded and was leaving.
"I'm Ethan!," he said a little louder to see if he can make her stand a while.
She left. Without another word.
•seven
. Daisy Suit was located two streets after charmly002. It was a big hotel of 4 story building, which accommodated almost every new comer to America. This storey building was mostly built with glass, having over 200 workers, admirable environment, fleet of expensive cars parked in the different garage. The lady looking at this hotel felt so happy seeing it, cause in Paris there is nothing like this around. Though there are hotels but hundred of such will make one of these. She did her payments and was directed to her room.
"Here ma, the keys," A staff handed the keys of her room to her. "Feel free to ring the bell when you need help, enjoy your time in Daisy Suit ma'am."
"Thanks you very much." The lady replied and entered her room.
It was well furnished, she set her eyes on the makeup desk, and it was wonderful, filled with all makeup equipment a lady would need.
The bed was dim yellow, and pillows white, a high soft bed it was. The floor was tiled, so smooth that it reflected everything like it was doubled.
A large window was at the far end of the room, from it, you can see almost the whole city.
The lady sat on her bed, trying to undress and sleep.
She found a pamphlet on a wooden table close to the large window area,
"Hmmmm," she said with a thoughtful mind,
"A job?, I'll see about that."
It was a job of a bar attendant,
"I think I'll check this out in two days time"
She said, giving herself some more hours to relax and understand her environment.
Minutes later, Marie fell asleep
Knock, knock, knock! There was a knock on the door.
"Who is there?" She replied sleepily to the knock on the door.
"A staff," the person responded.
"Come in."
"Good day ma'am, I'm sorry, but announcement says everyone should be out of his or her rooms by 12 you can go to the pool, the bar, anywhere you want, because we are bringing an AC repairer to check the fault in all our ACs. thanks for your understanding."
The worker after giving the information, left her room. The lady closed the door again and went back to bed, half dressed, for she felt too lazy to remove her clothes completely. She had a little nap and it was already way pass 12.
Another Knock On The Door. Before she could even wake, a young man had pushed the door open, with the intention that every guest is out on the break that was announced.
to be continued.
