Chapter 1: Chapter 1
The house was big, and so was the basement. It was so big that it took him ten minutes just to find the stairs.Now come on. I need you to move some of my things from the old house to the new one.'
She pulled him towards her and kissed him on the cheek. 'You can start with the boxes I left in the living room. I trust you with them.'
He smiled. 'Thank you ma'am.' His southern accent rang out clearly in the hall.He was young, maybe twenty-three or twenty-four, and he had a great smile. He was also very tall, towering over everyone in The Dalles," as the town was called. It was a town of about fifteen thousand people, nestled in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains.It was a quiet place, far away from any major city. The perfect place to settle down and raise a family, or so it seemed to James. The perfect place to retire, so to speak. He'd always loved the countryside, ever since he was a child. I wish I could stay," he said to his wife, "but I have to go to town this afternoon. There's a storm coming, and I need to stock up on supplies.I'll be back before dark, I promise."
Alexa nodded, but inside she was fuming. The storm was a convenient excuse, and she knew it. It was raining, yes, but it wasn't raining cats and dogs. Not in this part of the world anyhow.The sky was the limit, so to speak. He'd always loved the rain, ever since he was a child. I wish I could stay," he said, wiping his forehead with a napkin. "I hate this heat. It makes me sweat like a pig."
"Well, you can stay in the air conditioning in my house.How Did I end up in this situation? I should never have taken her offer
to help her move. She was a beautiful woman, and I admit I was attracted to her. However, she was also very intimidating. As I waited for my next turn, I gazed at her beautiful breasts spilling out of her shirt, and her shapely legs encasing her in a skirt that was too short for her liking.I wanted her so badly.
I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice her stop in front of me. She reached my height, put her hand on my shoulder, and said 'I need you to move my furniture' in a tone that brooked no argument. my height, put her hand on my shoulder, and said 'I need you to move my furniture' in a tone that brooked no argument.I did as she asked, and then she said 'Now, I need you to move my playhouse'. I thought she meant the dollhouse she d had built in the back yard, but she didn't. It turned out she needed me to move the real house, the one she lived in. The furniture was mine, but the house was hers.I couldn't believe it. I mean, I knew she was rich, but I didn't know she was that rich. I had never seen so many cars in my life, let alone in one place. There were at least a dozen in the driveway, and I'm sure there were more in the garage.