Sheila stretched. A smile
appearing almost before her eyes were open. Today was the day. She knew it,
felt it in her bones. Today she and Hank would finally consummate their
relationship. They were leaving for a long weekend trip to Myrtle Beach and a
lovely little cove with a private beach cottage and unsurpassed views of the
Atlantic. She couldn't wait to wake up to her first sunrise in his arms.
Sheila had never been happier.
More content or more confident that she'd
met the right man. The man who'd father her children, if she decided to have kids, the jury was still out on that decision. Sheila liked her
body too much to allow a pregnancy to
spoil it, but Hank was the man she wanted. Singing Barry White's "You're
the First, the Last, My Everything" she took her time getting ready. Her bags were already packed, especially her
new Victoria's Secret wardrobe. She'd bought new bras, panties, and slinky negligées
all for enticing Hank.
Although she wasn't sure what
had delayed that special moment, it hadn't
happened yet. They'd been dating for a month and while Hank's kisses alone could almost make her orgasm; he'd not gone any further than fondling her
breasts, or rubbing her ass, through her clothes. Sheila wanted more. A lot
more, but something always interrupted. Usually,
his job and some crisis only Hank could fix. Sheila tried to be patient. His
new security business was just getting off the ground,
he was so proud of it, and she didn't want to appear over anxious or slutty.
She liked the game; it was sexy and made the ultimate step even more exciting
with its unbridled anticipation.
She wished they could have
gone to the cabin together, but Hank had arranged for her to fly to South
Carolina. He'd meet her in the evening. He'd also arranged for her to have a
full day of pampering, a massage, facial, manicure, pedicure a complete
makeover, while she waited for him to arrive. Her day had been heavenly, but she was anxious to see Hank. He'd
even bought a sexy red dress for her to wear to dinner that evening. With a
building anticipation, she dressed and then paced as she waited for her prince
charming to arrive.
Instead, a phone call was all
that came. Hank had another business
crisis. She assured him of her
understanding. Starting a new business always came with headaches. He sent a
delicious lobster dinner for her to enjoy, but it tasted like cardboard. She
was alone in the most romantic place on earth and very, very unhappy.
After dinner, she took her shoes off and took a walk along the beach. The
moon was full and the night unsurpassed. Its beauty wasted on Sheila, as all
she did was simmer in disappointment and rage.
"Hey, beautiful, who stole your chill?"
A handsome stranger asked as he knelt to reign in his dog.
Sheila smiled, sort of.
"That obvious?"
"On a night like this,
yeah. I'm Bill, by the way. Have a place just over there." He pointed
rubbed his hand on his shorts and reached for her hand.
"Sheila accepted his
outstretched hand and actually smiled as she took in his muscular build and
dancing blue eyes. Happy to meet you
Bill, and who is this?" Sheila knelt down to pet his dog.
"Duke. He's a teddy bear.
I didn't want him getting that lovely dress dirty."
Sheila and Bill walked down
the beach towards his place. He made her laugh. She relaxed for the first time
that evening, and when he invited her in
for a drink, she couldn't resist.
Two drinks later, they were
kissing. Sheila threw caution to the wind and in less than twenty minutes, Bill
saw, then removed her sexy pink Victoria's Secret undergarments.
Several hours later, she did
the walk of shame back up the beach, horrified when she saw Hank hurrying
toward her.
"Where have you been? I
was worried sick!"
"I went for a walk and
then, well, I fell asleep on the beach. Sorry."
Hank put his arms around her
and kissed her forehead. "No, I'm sorry. Come on, I'll fix you a hot bath
and make you some eggs."
Hank was whistling while
making breakfast and Sheila was soaking in a tub when a knock at the door
changed everything.
Bill was standing there,
wearing a pair of pink panties on his head. He quickly pulled them off.
"Oh hi, I'm sorry. I thought this was Sheila's place."
"I can see that. I assume
those are hers?"
How about that folks - another episode without a murder.
Maybe Sheila has turned the corner,
although she just added cheating to her resume.
Maybe Sheila has turned the corner,
although she just added cheating to her resume.
Read the other excerpts of
Sheila's Murderous Mind
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Remember folks - this is all fiction -
an exercise of the imagination!
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