Chapter Four
"This is so great! You have to tell me who wrote this,"
Cassie said, clutching the letter in her hand.
"I can't Cassie, I promised I wouldn't," Ashley replied,
looking at a magazine left on Cassie's kitchen table.
"I think I'm in love," Cassie replied.
"How do you know that? You don't even know who wrote it,"
Ashley retorted.
"Where is everyone?" a voice called from the living room.
"In here mom," Cassie called back.
The door swung open revealing a woman smiling back at them.
"Hello Ashley. Where's your father Cassie?"
"Sleeping," she replied.
"Great! The one night I don't work and he pulls the nightshift.
Splendid," she replied, setting her things on the table and walking
back through the door.
"Now tell me who wrote the letter!" Cassie demanded.
"No can do Cassie, I promised. Any ways, what about
Carlos?" Ashley asked walking to the door.
"What about Carlos?" Cassie responded.
Ashley pulled the door open to find Carlos on the other side,
ready to knock. "Hi Carlos," she said with a smile, ducking under
his arm on her way out.
"Later Ashley," he called after her. "Hey gorgeous, how
about a little kiss?" he asked, stepping closer to Cassie.
Cassie hid the letter behind her back. "Come and get it,"
she teased, walking backwards toward the table. Feeling around for
her mother's purse, she stuffed her letter inside to keep it away from Carlos.
The door burst open suddenly and the two jump apart.
"Hello there sweet pea," the deep voice said, as his eyes
took in the form of the dreaded boyfriend.
"Hi daddy," Cassie replied.
"Hello Lieutenant Sir," Carlos said politely.
He looked Carlos up and down, while grabbing his wife's purse.
"Uh-huh. Just you keep in mind Carlos my boy, you get her pregnant,
and I doubt anyone will miss you," he stated, patting his pistol in its holster.
"Daddy!" Cassie exclaimed as her father walked away.
"I think I want to die."
Putting the purse on the shelf, he pulled out everything
just to get the wallet. Putting everything back inside, he found a
folded paper lying amongst the clutter. Unfolding it, he read the
words, anger flowing through his veins at the thought of another
man trying to get the attention of his wife. Hearing her enter the
room with her soft humming, he crammed it back into her purse,
and turned around to smile at her.
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Ashley, walking down her street, jumped when Andros
suddenly appeared in front of her. Regaining her senses, she
shook her head and kept walking.
"You shouldn't do that to people Andros," she said, knowing
he was not far behind.
"Do what?" he asked innocently.
"Pop in on someone just to do it. You shouldn't use your
transporter for everything, you know."
"Hmm? Yes, yes I will try to keep that in mind. So?"
he asked, barely able to contain his excitement.
"So what?" she asked, not slowing her pace.
"Did she like it?" he asked.
"Yes, Andros, she liked it," she answered, looking straight ahead.
Grabbing her arm, he stopped her and turned her around.
"But she said she really liked it, right?" he asked again.
"Yes, she really liked it, now let go." Ashley replied, yanking
her arm away.
"I think I should write her another one, what do you think
Ashley?" he asked.
Ashley, exasperated by everything, threw her hands up in
the air and walked away. Andros stood and watched her go
before disappearing himself.
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Andros sat at his desk, writing diligently. His hand moved
swiftly as the words crossed the paper. When he finished, he read
over what he had written. "Oh, what crap!" he exclaimed, wondering
how the first letter ever made such an impact. "So I can't write letters
as eloquently as I should like. So? At least I have an excellent voice,"
he smiled.
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Ashley stood in her kitchen once again looking over Andros's
letter of affection. "Oh good grief Andros, this won't do. What crap!"
she stated, crumpling up the paper once again then proceeded to fix
the situation once again.
