Title: Mindy's Plan
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Chapter One: Honey and Vinegar
It is almost midnight at my parent's big corner lot home with its dark even lawn and neatly dusted traditional furniture. A random car drives by through the still streets of this quiet suburb. Josh sits at the dining table looking out a window, resting his arms on one another -- each perfect and shapely like the contours of a sculpture; his shirt is slightly open at the collar, showing off a well formed neck. He is lost within some pleasant memory, I guess of some adventure he had with his stepbrother by the way a hint of a smile gathers at the corners of his mouth. I close my eyes to push the thought of Drake out of my mind to concentrate on the moment. This is it! I tell myself.
I shift a little to assume a cool pose against the doorway and the floorboard creaks in response. The sound causes Josh to turn from the window and look at me. His face looks so entirely guileless and possessed with an internal naive innocence yet to be marred by me. I almost feel guilty as I think of my backpack in the foyer where I have his stolen papers, but the guilt goes away when I see his blue eyes shining in the candlelight, brighter and more beautiful than I have ever seen them before. I watch him as he takes a chestful of air and as those eyes travel to my feet so carefully pedicured with Estee Lauder Peach Light lacquer, and drift up to my smoothly Salon Soulé waxed legs, then slowly towards to the carefully selected negligee the saleslady at Victoria's Secret said complimented my skin tone and flat stomach, so shiny, soft and revealing; his gaze finally rests on the pushed up and blossomed soft area of my chest and I feel myself fall right into those eyes, thanking god for those eyes.
The hints I had been giving him about tonight had been too subtle, and the realization what I am offering to him brings the flush of life to his cheeks.
He finally lets out his breath, his diaphragm shuddering.
I reach my hand out to him. He gets up slowly and crosses the room to take it. Suddenly I know this will be physical manifestation of everything I have been working for; this will create for me the life I wanted with him. "Honey caught more flies than vinegar" my grandmother always said. You're right Grandma C, I think. You are so right, but that is only part of it.
This may sound like a fairy tale, but it is no fairy tale, and I am no sweet princess. I admit that to you now before I tell you everything.