READY FOR SCARVES & CAFTANS?

FASHION ARTICLE, PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED AT EXAMINERS BY EVELYN RODRIGUEZ/ TAMPA BAY PLUS-SIZE FASHION EXAMINER

 

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Florida has seen its coldest longest Winter this year. So it seems that the scarf  fashion style, also called “Ethnic” look, is back with a splash!

An awesome splash of earthy colors and plenty beautiful Ethic styles to choose from.

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait for Fall & Winter, each year, so I can chose for those comfy silk or cotton caftans and scarves that you find on every store and every corner you glance at. They go great together and come in all colors, textures, sizes and lengths. I just love to go window-shopping to the Mall, the beaches, or the movies with my girls wearing them and always looking fashionable and feeling great and cozy. You can wear these caftans by themselves, with leggins, mini skirts, or jeans. They are very flattering to any body shape. Mine is a very curvy one so I like the longer ones but all of them look amazing on you. I use the caftans even during summer time over a bathing suit or my short shorts. They seem to be very versatile. You can even go from work to play with them with a change of accessories or shoes. Just a little tip there. 🙂 Remember, always enjoy yourselves wherever you are. Life is short and we only have one to spare.

And don’t forget to cover up, cause Baby it’s cold outside!

Author/Writer: Evelyn Rodriguez

And My Pen Name Was Once CASSANDRA

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Cassandra the mermaid-gypsy, lifted her colorful long skirt, to cross over the overflowed river, showing off her newlong tanned legs that were kissed by the fishes that jumped from the river and all over her legs and feet, as she step quickly over the pointy uneven rocks and wet slippery logs.

She laughed and laughed as the friendly fishes, and the human like frogs called her name and sang for her,

“Cassandra!, Cassandra!, Cassandra! Dance a waltz bella Cassandra…”

And the wind lited her skirt some more and played with her hairlocks laughing mischievously  as it whispered to her funny and fresh nonsense to her ears. And she submissively danced for the suns, the winds, and the frogs too.

Ah, how much he loved the Sun’s son, the Wind of the East. He adored his muse, the unique mermaid-gypsy  Cassandra. He loved to rest his white as cloud hair over her bared breasts, messing with the silky and soft fabric of her corset and skirt, soft as the wind itself and sheer as a tulle.

And she let him be. He was her lover and her owner. Nothing he did was wrong. She laughed, and laughed, kicking her feet at the small rock pebbles and the fishes that were again kissing her legs and letting her pet them as she sang joining the wind’s melodic voice sing a romancero, a poem turn to song.

” Oh’ I’m the worst sinner of them all; But Foolish men who accuse
women, without reason,
without seeing that you are the occasion
from the same

as you blame her;

If forward unsurpassed
you solicit their wrong and disdain,
why you want them to do good If YOU

incite them to do evil?

Her resistance you fight,
and then gravely,
you say,                                                                                                                             It was her lightness what did the diligence.

Apparently wants the boldness
of your crazy believes,
believe the shorty ‘dam that made a bogeyman of you.

And then You fear her…

—from Sor Juana Inez de La Cruz

And the fish in the water sing,

Hombres necios que acusáis
a la mujer sin razón,
sin ver que sois voz la ocasión
de lo mismo que culpáis:

si con ansia sin igual
solicitáis su desdén,
¿por qué queréis que obren bien
si la incitáis al mal?

Cambatís su resistencia
y luego, con gravedad,
decís que fue liviandad
lo que hizo la diligencia.

Parecer quiere el denuedo
de vuestro parecer loco creer
al niño que pone el coco
y luego le tiene miedo.

There singing like the rocks in the overflowed river goes Cassandra,

until she trips and fall, to never more be found. Only but her colorful yellow, red and white skirt return to the the other side of the river. The sad fish, the humanlike frogs, the fishermen and housewives in town, even the regular people in town day and night desperate called her name through the mouth of the dam and the river.

“Cassandra! Cassandra!. Cassandra. Ven bailemos!”

Donde has hido; donde estara ella?

No one new her real name, she was just the new gypsy girl in town, only the wind knew she’d gone far East, and then far South, looking for some Sunshine and new waters to swim in.

He asked the frogs and the southern gators and dolphins to watch after her. Even the gecos were sent to look after her and write to her letters, poems, and songs, that the wind couldn’t. And she always wrote him back, even when there were times that didn’t knew it was her. And her pen name was once Cassandra, even though he now calls her Lola.

And one day as she sang her song, a young fisherman came to her and asked her her name. But when he asked her her name she laughed swimming away but this time with the body of a mermaid….

He believed he heard her say,

“I WAS HIS CASSANDRA!”

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ABOUT “BELIEVING IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT”

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Hello! everyone,

Here is a brief resume or synopsis of “Believing in Love at First Sight”, a romance novel and romantic drama I began to write since 04.

This novel I began to write started as a hobby, then as a project and it finally turned into a romance/romantic novel.
Since then I’ve submitted it to two agencies already to no avail. One of the agencies, the first one I sent it to, liked it a little and asked for more chapters which due to my usual “writers blockage” I did not submitted on time to their deadline. Talking about meeting deadlines, and being a responsible mature writer huh!.

For that reason and many others my work is still not finished and not a published book as I wanted it to be.
However I still have hope, love, and faith and I’m not giving up on this journey.

Here I’ve published few chapters and also on my earlier blogs. Check them out my other page here “El Diario de Eva”.

Synopsis:

“Believing in Love at First Sight”

It begins with Marla, or Marge, the heroine. She is an Executive at her father’s electronic company named Da’Vinci,
like the painter, she believe is their ancestors. She is coming out of a roller coaster like troublesome relationship, when she finally meets Andy at a bar, at a hotel she was staying at for few nights.

She immediately falls in love for him.
But is it “love at first sight” or is it a mere enchantment, or just plain lust?

I can act as critic and tell you what I think. But I will let you read it decipher that by yourself.

[Andy is also coming out of a relationship. He is the ‘head honcho’ of Alliance also an International electronic company, which happens to be the competitor for Da’Vinci, for an upcoming merger that Marge is trying to win. Her father is an Italian-American influential man, but his health is decaying and she is forced to run their business at a very young age.
Her determination, dedication, and her beauty, was inherited from her late mother and an important role in everything she pursued in her life, including the men. Her business ‘savieness’ and her love for a good fun challenge were her main strength, gifts passed on to her and her siblings from their beloved father who was dictatorial, firm and stern, but also very a very wise and caring man.

Her sister Emma was less into corporate mumble jumble and more inclined to the arts. Emma hates anything to do with a “real” work, and her siblings usually teases her about it and her lack of ‘normal’ interests and stability. Like a spoiled wealthy girl she is allergic to an 8-5 job and will do anything possible to avoid it. He name is Emma, and she is the free spirited one.

Marge has two brothers too. They are both playful adventurous bachelors who feel are to young to handle their father’s company or so they claim and they decided to travel the world instead and live large.
Marge’s older brother Bobby Lee, is a vivid carbon copy of Charles Bass. Her younger sibling Matt is a vivid reflection of Nate Archibald (both from Gossip Girl).] The funny part is that if I had written my character’s inspired in them or their personalities it would have never work out this perfectly. But even funnier is that my own two siblings, Robert and Mars’s physical appearance and personality is almost as identical as theirs too, except the wealthy part, of course.

[Marla’s parents had met in the 1950’s in NY. Their 1st date was in Conney Island by the Nathan’s Hotdogs stand, “the best hotdogs any American could eat”, Thomas, Marla’s father usually said to them as he began telling everyone his story about how he and Marge’s mother met. It was the usual story of that time. Thomas was a Navy soldier and met Emma Margarita Dupre by the Bay, thanks to his best friend, Sean, Emma’s brother.

“Emmie,” Thomas recounted, “was a young beautiful girl, who wore her high school uniform a little to snuggled to her body and too short and provocative for that time. Her parents had immigrated from Puerto Rico in the late 40’s and Emmie easily adapted to her American family traditions. She learned to smoke and drink from her older cousins, that lived in the Barrio, and she learned to stuff her bra with toilette paper and walk on hills, instead of flats.
She began wearing long pants with half unbuttoned shirts tied up in a knot at her perfectly shaped midriff.

She also learned to roll up her uniform skirt, pinch her cheek to look blushed and bit her lips to show more color in them. Since she was a pale as her cousins and most of her schoolmates, and free spirited as them, she fitted in easily.
Later on she learned other few more tricks from her new found friends, like rolling her gum into a guys mouth as they kissed. That was their ‘folly’ version of a “French-kiss”. She learned from her best friends to mix her lipstick with Vaseline so it would not smudge on her guy clothes or on her teeth, which was something she had known before from her aunts back home, but she had never paid really attention to it until she had her 1st kiss. And her 1st kiss was given to her by Thomas, a young Italian-American sailor and Navy soldier she later married with.

In other words from a country island young girl, Emmie turned quickly into a sexy woman in a matter if months.
Marge’s mom adored her husband Thomas until her last dying breath. She never regretted skipping school to go to Conney Island with Thomas, because that’s were they met and later on married. Less than a yr. later after they met they conceived Robbie, Marla’s 1st brother, which led to a magical and wonderful marriage until her dead. Something Marge wishes she would have herself one day. The same perfect union, just her parents had…]

Will Marge ever find true love? Find Mr. Right or instead a Mr. Right-now?

READ ON TO FIND THAT OUT…

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Believing in Love at First Sight

You can only find true love,
Once in a blue moon” _


Evelyn Rodriguez-Lallave

Chapter-1
Marge opened the door of the bar, called Arizona Bar & Grill. It had little or no resemblance at all to the “Old West”, but it had a good ambiance and very friendly people enjoying a quiet conversation. She looked around the place and walked straight to the bar. She then ordered a margarita her favorite drink. She drank her drink slowly enjoying it and enjoying her time alone.

She was a very attractive woman and people stared at her. Everybody she knew always said to her that she resembled her beautiful mother, who had her same dark flowing hair and fair skin. Her mother, Margaret, had been a model and actress during the impossible to clone or imitate Golden Era.

She had her mother’s lips, her eyes, and her same sculptural figure. Walking two miles twice a week was her beauty secret and her fountain of youth. She even looked like a model herself, yet she sometimes felt like an ugly duckling and way older than what she really was. But not tonight! Tonight she felt like a goddess, like she could have the whole world on her feet. And going to Arizona Bar & Grill was one of the few moments she had to be “alone” with herself.

Always around people and occupied with her extremely busy schedule, she barely had time to herself. Everything and everyone went fist for her. She was always the last thing in her mind.

At only 33, Marge was already an executive at her father’s billionaire software company named Da Vinci after the painter, who she believed was their ancestor. She did not needed to work for a living, but she always felt responsible for the company she will be heir of one day. Marge had worked her life off for her father’s company for many years. She started working for it right after her mother passed away. She was only 16 then.

Tomas, her father, had also a car accident couple of years after that. The accident had left him partially paralyzed and Margie started then helping around the company then and around the house. She ran most of their business since her father’s accident. She also helped their nanny taking care of care of her little siblings Bob, Mars, and little Emma. And rarely required, or needed any help.

Since then she became very successful on her own, making her software company grow faster for the last few years. To her father’s pride Da Vinci was now competing with IBM and all the other big names in the market. Tom, her father, was constantly praising her for her success. He was really proud of his little girl.

Margie, as her father and close friends called her, was the middle child in her family and had two older brothers, Mars and Bob. Bob, Marge’s brother, was working as a missionary between South America and Africa. And Mars was now living with his girlfriend, 10 years older, in Madrid, Spain. Their young sister was a dreamer full of youth and joy, who lived to paint and study ancient art. However, Emma was also a curator apprentice at a Museum in Santa Barbara.

Submerged in her inner thought she took a sip from her drink and a barely visible smile was drawn on her face. She remembered how her father always said to her, that she could be a great model or an actress one day, like her mother had been. It always made her laugh. And even though she enjoyed the attention she usually got; she considered it so vane.

Living in the hot city of Los Angeles could have made it easier for her to live a frivolous life and maybe become an actress. But Marge was a little timid to ever consider being under the spot-light like her beautiful mother had being. And she really didn’t care so much for all that, after all. That had been her mother’s life. It wasn’t for her, especially not now after falling in love with her father’s lawyer and her own best friend since she was in high school.

But Marge recently found out her boyfriend of many years was a liar and a thief who was stealing large sums of money from her father’s firm. And she was determined to make him pay back. She had had enough with Mat, he’d fooled her and her family for too long and she was tired of pretending everything was ok with him. She’d loved him to much and had left many of her dreams pass just to be with him and make her fiancé happy. But for Andy nothing was enough, he’d always been greedy and selfish and he wanted her and everything she had for himself, even her father’s company Da’Vincy. He wanted to own it or destroy it, so much he’d had said to her in their last argument.

As the company’s lawyer and close friend of the family he had access to many documents he could sell to the competitors. Da’Vincy Electronics & Security empire had the best electronic & security gadgets and the best stocks in the market as well. So much, it competed with IBM, Microsoft, and Alliance another popular and emerging company that was run by two of the most riches and powerful men in this business.

Playing with the salted border of her large glass with her well-manicured finger, she ignored someone was staring at her from the distance. She raised her eyes to give another look around before she finished her drink and go home. And at that very moment her eyes met with the most beautiful and magnetic eyes she had ever seen. Her legs couldn’t move then.

Andy’s eyes were deep, bright, and warm, all at the same time, and he had a charming welcoming smile that made her feel safe somehow and totally drawn to him. His aqua blue eyes were glued to her as he wondered why a pretty lady like her was there all by herself. “Maybe she was waiting for a boyfriend or a date”, he thought. He had seen her arrive and couldn’t help it but admire the beautiful woman she was. The light, coming up from a small red candle on the table shadowed her face making it look younger and beautiful, as beautiful as the girl with pearl earrings in the vintage picture displayed on the walls.

He realized that she saw him looking at her so he greeted her from the distance, with a slight movement of the head almost like a bow. And Marge responded the same way and with an almost timid but friendly smile on her face.

Soon her welcoming smile made him forget the interesting conversation he was having with a friend over a football game, and started walking towards to her, who was now smiling openly. He needed to meet that mysterious woman that was staring back at him as if her deep brown eyes were a magnet that forced him to her direction. “She is so gorgeous. Look at those eyes.” He thought as he walked to her keeping eye contact with her, as if he could read her thoughts.
“This is a real man!” She thought while Andy walked towards her, so determined and sure of him.
Marge was gladly impressed of his well built figure, like a perfect Roman sculpture. And his to tight boot cut jeans were molded over his body as if he had slide inside them covered in butter in order to get inside them, something Marge would’ve love to do too. They left very little to her imagination and she blushed for having a wild mental vision of that man totally naked walking towards her.
He approached her table, still smiling, and lighted a cigarette but didn’t offer her one. Marge asked him for a cigarette in a sexy soft tone of voice. “It would keep my hands from trembling”, she thought. Andre Tomas Levi asked her the normal questions a man would ask, in situations like that, “What’s your name?”, “You come here often?”, and “Can I buy you a drink?” And she happily answered all of his questions.

They had a small talk and later he offered her another drink. Marge accepted it. She lived five minutes away from the bar and if she got wasted that night, she could always call a cab, Marge thought. She did not drink much, and after her second drink she started feeling a little woozy, as she’d feared. But she did not mind it at all on the contrary she has having a very good time.

Sitting there with an extremely attractive man with light brown hair that favored his face, and a maddening body wasn‘t what she had had in mind that afternoon. She assumed by looking closely at him that he would be on his early 20’s. She was 35, yet she did not look her age.

Andy felt instantly attracted to her since he saw her standing by the bar. Like an angelical vision, with brown eyes and brunette curls that felt over her shoulders in a way he had not seen before. It resembled the beautiful ceramic dolls his sister collected and displayed inside a tall curio in her living room.

Chapter-2

His sister and him where twins and they both lived together in a small ranch style house. They had inherited the house from their parents after their fatal accident that hurt him so much to remember. He was the oldest and was born only few minutes before Sarah his fraternal twin sister. Andy took care of her when their parents died in that fatal cruise accident near Miami. They were only 16 and left with nothing to survive only a small amount that his parents had saved in a bank, an even smaller life insurance and their old bitten up house. Most of their income went off in paying their house off plus some of their parent’s debts.

During that period of time he worked at a factory and that helped him pay his way through college along with a scholarship that was granted to him for being so successful at sports. He attended college at night after he finished high school. And later on he graduated majoring in International Business. No to long after that Andy started working as a Financial Analyst for an emerging company called Alliance Solutions. And in few years he became a Junior Executive at Alliance after helping his boss, also the company founder, with few but very important projects that made millions for their company. And even though he was only 25 years old, he looked as if he was almost a teenager. And he felt like one too, sometimes. And that was exactly what attracted Marge, his bright eyes and his sweet and almost childish smile.

By then they had moved to a cozy table out side. As the night fell over their shoulders, they were like a magnet that drove them closer to each other. They were getting closer and closer as they talked, learning about each other’s lives, about their careers and plans. They realized the has so much in common, they both had a lost of someone very important in their lives, and they had both lost their mother at a very early age and had to struggle somehow to get where they were now. Even though Marge had being a wealthy young girl she also had to struggle and help her young siblings out and her dad. He had to cope loosing her mother and seeing her father ill and drunk most of the time. Andy felt he had being luckier at least he had his grandmother that despite her age and being mentally ill had been there for him and his little sister all these years. It was his time now to repay Grandma Delores all her sacrifices, by visiting often and taking care of her as much as he could. At least Sarah was there too to help him take care of “Granny”.

Andy and Marge talked for long hours. After a while, they became, and held each other for what it seemed to be a very long time. “This night seem so unreal!” Marge murmured to Andy’s ear. “I feel the same as you do. Strange uh! ” He said to her and smiled as he held her head over his wide shoulder and his chest. They remained quiet again, they felt they knew each other and there was no need for more words. Marge admired the lights reflected on a lake nearby and the full moon. He touched her hands softly like old friends do, while she was staring at the lake. He stared at her and followed her eyes. She seemed close and distant at the same time. By only looking at her he knew she was not like the women in his life, the other ones he’d been with.

He’d been a bachelor and didn’t have to much respect for the weaker sex before. His mother had cheated on his father right after they died. They’d gone on trip trying to fix things up and they died in that boat accident in the Caribbean. The never return and he’d blamed his mother for it for a very long time. It took him years of therapy to go over that and over their death. He was much better now but he still had lots of trouble trusting in women. But this night he felt things differently and he was able to open up with Marge. She was an honest woman, with good values and someone who could understand him and make him laugh. He felt attracted to her even more now, after knowing her a little better. And the same thing happened with Marge.

“Marge, you are a real woman, You know?. And I don’t deserve this luck of being with someone as pretty and as sweet as you are”. He said. “You make me feel different and I like that.” He continued speaking as she looked at him and remained silent for a while considering what he was telling her. She could see that he really meant every word he said, as he looked at her straight into her eyes. It wasn’t a pick up line. She was smart, confident, mature, and sexy too. He could tell so by the way that she carried herself. She was not dressed overly sexy but her sheer shirt made him sweat. He liked her a lot and he knew she liked him too.

He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss that skin all over and could not resist the temptation to put his hands over her tights and rest them there for a while making small movements with them as they talked, caressing her, but without knowing it. Marge was full aware of it, but she didn’t want him to stop toughing her. She was feeling excited by the minute as they laughed over silly jokes and stared hungrily at each others mouth.

They were talking without words, only a gesture or a smile. It seemed to them they had known each other for ever. Their warm fingers were tangled up and wouldn’t get loose. Yes. She was a whole woman, not a blond childish cheerleader with braids or a brunette with skimpy clothes. She is just what I’ve being looking for all these years, he thought as he grabbed her face in his arms and kissed her gently. When their lips finally touched, they met in a hard passionate kiss. The tension had being so hard that it was released in an uncontrollable way. It almost made them forget, at least for a brief moment, that they were in a public place, until cough near them woke them up from their love spell.

It was Mat, Andy’s friend, who hand in hand with a tall blond girl wanted to let Andy know he was leaving and didn’t need a ride. They all broke into a cheerful laugh, and when most of the light by the lake were out Andy and Marge ran to his car holding hand like a pair of young lovers.

Once inside the car their hands were all over each others bodies and their mouths were glued in a passionate kiss. She forgot everything that worried her that day and had brought her to the bar. His small kisses made her feel very special and forget all her troubles.

Chapter =3

She wasn’t a “one night stand” type of person, but when he took her to his place to make love to her she didn’t hesitated for a second. It seemed so natural to her, being wrapped in his arms. She felt she belonged there with him, both of them naked and loving each other over his water bed. Marie felt she belonged. She felt truly loved, finally.

Over his king size water bed, all she could think of was him, Andy, and nothing else really mattered. In his arms she even forgot all of her problems. He was like a sedative drug to her. She felt flying and in peace. He kissed her in parts she’d never being kissed before making her legs tremble. She moved her hips lowly to help Andy accommodate deeper inside her impatient body. She needed him. And she’d wanted him since she first time she saw him in the bar and she knew he did too. He kissed her deeply as he moved faster and faster pulling her close him, so close she could barely breed. She kissed him back tasting his sweat in her lips. He was driving her insane and she wanted to cream out load, but was afraid waking up the whole quiet neighborhood. But suddenly they both exploded in a unison volcanic eruption of love, a love that had born the very moment they laid eyes on each other. And this time she let herself go and forgot all of her inhibitions. She then laughed at herself. At them for acting like wild horny coyotes.
Marge didn’t new it yet, but she had fallen for him. He did too, but with the difference that he recognized that feeling. A felling he thought he’ll never feel again. Marge was reluctant to fall in love. She’d swear she would never fall in love again after her break up with her long-time fiancé.

Mark had lied and cheated on her to many times, to many. He even got to the point of beating her one time after he got home drunk. He beat her up so hard that she ended up in a hospital for more than a week. The first time he ever laid his hands on her was on a Christmas night right after they’d come back from their company’s Christmas party. He had a little to much to drink that night. And after his insistence to make love to her and her refusal he’d slapped her so hard with his open hand tearing her upper lip. Earlier the next morning he apologized for what had happened. He had being out of control and was really sorry and Marge believed him. She thought that it would never happen again, as he had promised her with tear in his eyes. But it happened again. Each time it was worst. He would bit her lips so hard, as he forced her to kiss him, so they would have a mark leaving them all splotched. He was an out of control man who knew how to overcome his flaws and enchant and manipulate her into believing he was he perfect man and Mr. Right.

She’d feel humiliated and angry at her fiance for sometime but she would then forgive him. They’ve lived together for the last 3 yrs before they’d slit few weeks before Marge met Andy. She used to be in love with Mark but he changed right under her eyes. In the last past years he became jealous, angry, insecure, and even violent with her. And she would accept anything out of love for him and a little self hate. But he’d broken all the rules. He was selfish, mean and greedy. He’d crossed all the lines, if there was any left, by stealing from her family, from her father. And this time enough was enough.

Mark betrayed and hurted her so much and this time she was not letting her convince him he was innocent. She knew him already. It took her time but she now knew what he was capable of. And stealing from her father has been the last drop. He had also betrayed her by dating someone else even as he begged for her to forgive him and take him back. To make it worst he was dating someone that was somehow close to her. But she didn’t care of it anymore. She was happy she was free of him, forever. It was time for her to move one and move forward.

Finally she decided to break up with him for good. She was going to tell him it was over for good and that he needed to realize that she was not going back to him ever nor give him anymore chances. He was the lowest thing she had ever faced and she was happy it was all over now. Mark was out of her live for ever. It was all easier and simpler than what she had thought.

The harder part was seeing him walking out of her father’s building escorted by the police and in handcuffs. He’d being charged corporate spying, fraud, and some other small charges. He was even charge of transferring few of Marge father’s properties into his own name, forging Mr. Millinery’s even on his living will.

Marge realized that she had gone to far when she woke up many hours later, and found herself in Andy’s arms, naked in his bedroom. But it was to late now! She was trapped under his muscular body and her body didn’t want to be rescued. She wanted to stay like that forever. Andy made her feel safe and loved.

For a moment Marge was afraid Andy would ask her to leave. But he made love to her again. Their love making was softer as if there was no rush, and no where to be but heaven. She died of pleasure feeling his ardent kisses all over her body. She hungrily kissed him too, his neck, his chest and each swollen inch of warm wet body. She didn’t miss a spot. He loved felling her so closed to him. Their time together seemed endless. She would cherish that instant for ever, she thought to herself. “I love you Marge” She heard him whisper as he fell asleep over her breasts. Early the next morning Andy was hungry again for her sweet and delicate body. And they made love to each other again playfully in the shower. This time they loved each other with vengeance and wild passion she hadn’t felt in years, a true passion she’d thought she’ll never feel again. She clenched her teeth. It seemed as if she was smiling. “You seem ecstatic this morning” he joked as he bend over her in the bathtub and kissed her navel, she then bit her lips not to scream any louder when his lips sucked hard on her soaking wet skin. She could feel his slow movements inside the water as they had sex once again.

Andy wanted to treat her like the most delicate rose or a delicate dish he wouldn’t want to break. He made sure she was being satisfied. He took her out of the bath in his arms and placed her over his bed. He then grabbed a bottle of red wine from the kitchen and two glass cups, a dish filled with caviar, some aged Italian cheese he already knew she loved, and few saltines too. He brought the food in a small delicate tray. That was their morning breakfast. And Marge devoured everything. She wondered why he had caviar, maybe it was a leftover from a romantic dinner he’d had. “I’m I eating your date leftovers?” She said looking at the tray. “You silly, you are my date.” I had a business dinner and had a caterer bring plenty of this. So I’ll be having caviar for breakfast and lunch for two straight days. She finished drinking her cup of wine and told him she was leaving but it was only 5:30 in the morning and he begged her to stay with him till noon and go down to the beach for a swim. She agreed to his insistence and stayed a little longer resting naked on his bed. He got close to her and whispered something in her ears as he laid her on her back over his bed. Few hours later they were frolicking and swimming in the chilled waters of the ocean nearby his loft. But their bodies where so warm they didn’t feel cold at all. They hugged and caressed each other’s body laying on the sandy beach. And Marge felt she belonged to him in mind, body, and soul. What a gorgeous morning Marge thought as they stared at the pink and orange sky.

“I have to go”, said Marge picking up her pants from the floor and struggling with its zipper. Andy grabbed her hand and kissed it tenderly. He was sad she had to go so soon. He pulled her close to him and grabbing her face in his hands and then he kissed her. She bit his lips playfully. “You little brat”, yelled Andy laughing, and bulling her towards him. She was quick in releasing herself from him, before it was =o late. Andy looked at her with a mischievous smile. He enjoyed staring at her beautiful flawless face. Marge finished buttoning her jeans struggling with them a little bit more.

Blowing a kiss to him Marge disappeared through the door half dressed. She was amazing, he thought. It seemed to him as if everything had been a marvelous dream. An amazing dream he closed his eyes to believe, once she was gone. The alarm clock went off, and Marge threw a pillow at =t trying to shut it up, but that didn’t worked. She pulled herself out of her bed groaning and picked the alarm from the floor. When she looked at the time it was she realized she’d missed the 11:00 a.m. Sunday mass. She knew her sister wouldn’t be happy with that. They always went together to her mother’s =rave after mass. She fed Maximilian, her old, cat and went for a brisk walk to think about everything that happened the night before. She had a lot to sort out in her mind.

Chapter- 4

Emma, Margie’s younger sister, woke up when she heard Marge walking upstairs towards her room, next to hers. She immediately got out of bed and turned on her shower. Emma knew Ivan would call her that evening and she needed to clear some things out with him. They had had a big fight the week before over a waitress at Brisk, a bar his best friend owned and where he worked at some nights.

She wasn’t the jealousy type, but she couldn’t believe him, not this time. She caught them herself. They were kissing out side the car. He explained that May was drunk and had kissed him, taking him by surprise, while he was helping her to get into a taxi. But that was not what she saw, or =id she?

She needed more time to think about it. They had a strong and stable relationship, with, minor flaws, but it couldn’t be thrown to the =utter like that. It wasn’t that simple after so many months together. The only problem was that Emma wasn’t so sure of her feelings for him anymore. He =ad lied to her to many times about May and others like her.

Chapter- 5
May Lynn was an 18 year old high school drop-out, who flattered herself for being the toy of the cutest men in town. And to make things worst Mat had =ad a long time affair with May in the past. Marge was now fully convinced that it hadn’t really ended.

At church, Marge’s sister, and her father Thomas crossed paths with Mark, Margie’s ex boyfriend. She saw him at right after the mass ended, but pretended not to have seen him. Mat approached them with a wide cynic =mile on his face. He did not receive an answer when he asked for Marge and tried once again to explain to Tom that everything had being a misunderstanding and that he forgave them for not trusting in him. Tom waive his words =way and had Emma helping him into his car. Mark would not manipulate Tom this time, Emma thought and a small satisfied smile crossed her face.

“What was all that about?” Emma asked his father. He angrily replied that Mark was a fraud and a cheater. “ He not only cheated on your sister, but also cheated our business stealing the little money he got hold of, each time he could. “ “But why you haven’t you had he arrested, Dad?” Emma answered terrified in learning that her =former brother in-law was a vulgar thief. She was aware of him been a bigot and a cheater. She never liked him. She knew his relationship with Marge was over and she blamed him for it, even though she wasn’t completely sure why. Emma move on to distract herself with better things, her own problems =o worry about.

Chapter-7
Julian, their driver, closed the door behind them, and ran to his driver seat. He’d driven them there since Emma was only 14 =ears old and he was merely 14. He loved riding them through the old streets of Palms Blvd. and Rosa Ave. with the lilies and daisies covering the pavement all the =ay to Mrs. Constance’s home, and then to the Holy Cross Cemetery to =ring flowers to Emma’s mom. Mrs. Constance was Marge and Emma’s grandmother, who served as their nanny, when her daughter died.

Julian liked to imagine himself driving away through =hose roads with Emma. Carrying behind that same limo a sign saying; just married”, but he knew it was only a dream. Tom probably =couldn’t allow his baby daughter to place her eyes on a mere driver. And Emma didn’t really show =any type of interest towards him, besides some furtive looks he’d caught her directing to him and his well tone rear area. “Julian! Careful with the bushes,” From =he back seat Tomas yelled at his driver. Julian had been so distracted and almost ran over the red rose bushes that decorated the entrance to Mrs. Constance’s home. But he stepped hard on the breaks and fast enough to avoid a =disaster. He then quickly got out of the limousine to help Emma’s father out, =ignoring her.

Julian felt he saw a mischievous smile on Emma’s face as she walked straight in front of him after slightly rubbing his chest with her firm breasts. He stared at her as she walked away and into the big house. Emma was a little spoiled and he enjoyed pulling her chains.

Chapter-8
Julian was a little bored waiting for them inside the limousine, so he started cleaning the limo’s tires. As he stood up admitting his work, he found Emma’s bare legs standing right in front of him. He then saw her voluptuous tights and her tiny waist that seemed to =e asking him to touch them.

Julian’s face turned pale as he felt lump =forming inside his throat. He slowly looked up to find a half buttoned sheer white shirt and two full rosy breast barely concealed inside it staring straight at him. He groaned and pulled Emma by the waist positioned her on top of his groins and after kissing her had he pushed her inside the limo. There =e unbuttoned her shirt completely in one try. Then he kissed her lips hard and then kissed her firm small breasts.

Emma kissed him back letting her skirt and shirt fall =n the car floor as he took her into the back seat of the limo. They proceeded to make love to each other, like there where no other day ahead for them. It was like a volcano erupting in Hawaii and they were the only survivors, or something of that sort. He enjoyed her fierce and experienced attitude. He made love =o her with the same passion as if he were fighting a feisty bull. At the end none =f them said a word. There is need for words between lovers, he thought as he kissed Emma and watcher hed walk away mysteriously as she’d appeared minutes before.

Chapter-9
Emma was happy but a little embarrassed. She had let herself =e guided again by her lower emotions. Yet she had a naughty smile on her face. he was pleased. She had seen Julian as he looked at her that morning, and many other times before, through the rear view mirror. Later she’d seen something on his face that showed her his true feelings for her. It was the way he stared at her as she walked inside the house and purposely rubbed her chest against his. She’d suspected that Julian was madly in love with her, for a while now, but this time she saw more than love through his eyes. She’d seen lust and something wild woke up inside her. A strange erotic feeling, making her made that risky move and go for her feelings not her thoughts and logic.

Chapter-10

Julian couldn’t sleep in =he room by the pool house. All he could think was of Emma. He liked the sound of the pool fountain’s running water. But that night the running water noise wasn’t soothing. It was more like arousing to him. He tossed and tossed over the cold wide bed, hoping Emma would come to him as she’d done that afternoon, and the weeks ago right her birthday celebration was over. When Emma had turned 21. He never stopped dreaming about her since then. He was glad they had shared that moment. Yet he wanted more. He wanted to shower her with gifts and small details, throw rose petals on his bet and make a petals carpet for her that would caress her feet as she walked towards him like a pure goddess. He finally fell asleep dreaming of a Venus named Emma.

But when the sun came out Emma was no show, as he’d hoped. He stood up and closed the curtains going back to bed falling asleep like a child.

Chapter-11

“Marge! Margie! Where are you?” Emma called as she ran upstairs. Margie was working in her office adjacent to her room and waited for Emma to stop calling and get to her. “Is dad taking his afternoon nap?” Marge asked Emma when she opened the door and entered the room. “Sorry”, Emma replied, “I forgot”, Emma smiled to her sister and immediately after started spilling all the juicy details of her rendezvous’ with Julian early that =morning.

Marge smiled as she heard her sister that sounded so elated and happy almost like a careless child. It reminded her of her last night own adventure with Andy. She missed him already and listening to her sister’s vivid descriptions of her rendezvous with Julian made her missed him even more. For some reason she could not explain, not even to herself, but she couldn’t take him off of her thoughts. Everywhere she turned she would see his eyes, see his smile, and hear his soft but raspy voice again and again the same way she’d heard it when he spoke sweet nonsense in her ears the night before.

The siblings and good friend talked for a while, but before Margie began to share her story with her sister, she had an urge to see Andy agan, so she made up an excuse and said good bye to her sister while on her way out she let the door half open and it slammed pushed by the wind as it closed behind her. It made such a hard noise that cause their maid Mica to jump startled by the noise. And so did Maximilian, their old household cat.

Chapter-12

Marge drove straight to Andy’s house. His car was on his drive so she knew he was inside. She walked the few steps and peered through the opened window before ringing at his door, seeing him fussing with his coffee maker. A smile was drawn all over glowing face as she turned back and knocked on his door as she pressed the door bell. A half naked and surprised Andy opened it to her. He only had a blue towel wrapped around his waist. Surprised he opened the door.

But immediately he let her into his apartment he started kissing her and undressing her very quickly. He then held her tightly and kissed her hard as he slowly lifted her of her feet and walked with her in his arms into his room and let himself drop over his bed with Margie still on his arms. They kissed and laughed all the same time, as he shut the door closed with his right feet. Andy and Margie kissed and made laugh under happy giggles and had moans.

Marge was demanding and Andy happily complied with all of her demands in bed. He was happy to know how adventurous and open minded her lover was. He felt this was the woman he had dreamed for years. He was falling in love with her and he could not stop smiling because of how happy she made him feel. Andy felt that he was the happiest man in the world that afternoon and for the rest of his life as well.

Chapter-13

It was Monday morning. and Margie had spent all weekend with her new found love. Everyone at the office was amazed that the workaholic and overly dedicated Marge didn’t arrive first than anyone else, as she always did. It his was the first time in many years that she wouldn’t be the fist one in the office. Never the less show up at all. After two hours of suspense, Marge called her assistant to inform that her father will be the only one available until the afternoon and to have her Secretary taking her messages and cancelling her morning meeting.

She would be out until later the day and away for the hole week after that, she was planning an unexpected small trip. With no further details she hung up her cell phone, while her secretary remained holding her face with her hands and with her mouth wide open as surprise, almost choked. Margie never took unplanned time off, leave alone an unplanned unorganized vacation.

Marge ignored her assistant’s loud pitch and surprised voice and said good bye to her. She blow a kiss to her lover and went half naked into his kitchen to prep something light to eat and make some coffee, since they had not had breakfast yet. She took the freshly brewed coffee into his room and sat his steaming cup over the coffee table since Andy was showering.

The shower was on and Andy ran the curtain and kissed her as he smelled the aromatic cup of coffee she had between her hands. This one is mine sweetie”, she said giggling as she pretended to take the cup away from him, but letting him take a sip from her cup anyways. Walking away slowly, letting him drink all her beauty with his hungry eyes as she informed him, “I left you a fresh cup over the night table. Hurry up, before it gets cold.” She sounded like a wife. She smirked.

She took her I-Pad from her purse to check her calendar and said out loud, screaming across the room. “Hey you, I have to go now to buy some stuff and then go to the office later. I still have some unfinished work to handle before I can head to our little vacation. It will take me a couple of hours, ok?” With that she watched him get out of the showers with his hair dripping water over his naked chest. She bit her lip and wrapping her arms around his neck she kissed him good bye. All he could say was, “Call me!”

He smiled and wrapped her hands in his and kissed them, as moved them over his still wet naked chest, and they both said, “See ya later”…

After saying good bye to her, he finished dressing and drank his delicious coffee, which was still a warm steaming brew.

Marge drove into town to purchase some new and sexier outfits for her little escape with Andy. He had asked her to go with him =o a conference he needed to present and on their way back they would also =top in Santa Barbara for the rest of the coming weekends. After packing her traveling bags, he walked by to the office to pick up some reports, which sat in a stack over the night table collecting dust, since she hadn’t had time to work on them for few days.

Andy and Marge had a wonderful time together and one =eek ended up into tree more weeks. During their little vacation together in Las Vegas, as they walk tipsy and cheerful though the Vegas’ strip, Andy asked Margie to marry him. He was drunken but drunk out of love and he didn’t want to wait any longer. He wanted to have that woman who stole his heart as his wife. But Marge wasn’t convinced yet, so they returned to New York, their hometown as the single adults they were.

After only 3 months dating each other they made their relationship formal. Marge took Andy to meet her father as well as the rest of the family and they also spent an idyllic 3 weeks in Andy’s Southampton’s beach house. There Andy proposed again, hiding a magnificent wedding ring inside a rose bouquet. Marge was gladly impressed and couldn’t say no this time.

Chapter-14

While helping the maid watering the flowers and cook a delicious meal for the family Andy walked in through the door dressed in an elegant white suit. The room smelled like lavender and lemons. She then heard someone scream. When she turned she saw Mark holding a gun and was pointing straight to Andy’s chest. She immediately ran towards him trying to protect Andy and stop him from shooting the man she loved. But he moved quickly and his gun shot two times. “No!” She cried covering her face. Emma walked to Marge shaking her until she finally woke her up. “Margie, did you have a nightmare? Don’t worry, dear, things will be fine.”

Sobbing, she hugged her little sister and told her =bout her horrible dream. Emma wiped of her older sisters tears and trying to cheer her and they both hugged. “Let’s go downstairs I made a delicious lemon cake.” Marge opened her eyes widely, but after seeing a mock on her young sister’s face she understood and they both started laughing at the joke.

Mica their old maid, and another member more of the =family, had made a great meal. She made her Tom’s favorite dessert, which promptly became Andy’s as well. Marge had learned some cooking tips from Mica, and was ready to =how off her culinary skills to Andy.

Her two older brothers, Bob and Mark, were also visiting over, with their respective girlfriends. They’d finally come to =meet the soon-to-be groom. And Marge wanted to regale them as well, since she =new how much they both had always loved her cooking. She made a quick, but =gourmet, dish of Spicy Shrimp covered in orange and pineapple rings, sauté with bourbon to compliment Mica’s tropical inspired meal.
Once everyone was reunited at the table they all ate =and conversed happily as they used to do growing up with Tom and their =other in their old house in Williamsburg, N.Y. And as head of the family and =usual tradition, Tomas said a short prayer. He spent sometime talking with Andy later. They’d become friends quickly.

They all told stories about their travels and their childhood. To everyone’s surprise Andy and Mars had being school friends until Andy dropped out to work at the factory and enrolled in night school. They kept in contact for a short while after that, but not often. And after few more years they lost complete contact. Now that they rekindled their old friendship they were teasing each other making everyone at the table laugh. They were having a great time. Tom almost chokes himself laughing so much.

Everyone in the family seemed cheery and in a very good mood. Even Julian was having a good time eating with Mica and Maximilian in the warm cozy kitchen. Staring at her family and friends Marge felt as if time hadn’t passed. They were a big happy and family, as they had been =before when their mother was alive. But Margie knew that she was different now. Andy had changed her and had turned her into a stronger woman. She was now ready to fight Mat, and get back everything he had taken from her. Then, and only then, she would start a new life_ A new life with Andy, the only man she loved. That same night they announced their engagement and wedding day.

TO BE CONTINUED….

(THIS IS A DRAFT IF A NOVEL I’M REVAMPING RIGHT NOW, AND IF GOD PERMITS IT I WILL FIND A WAY OF GETTING IT PUBLISHED SOON!” ) I WILL PUBLISH IT SOON!!!!! _Evie
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