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Eleanor, Chapter 3This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by mick beville | |
| Wednesday, 23 July 2008 | |
Reston Virginia
"I'm sure it's wonderful Eleanor but I'm not hungry. Now if you don't mind I am going to spend what's left of my day with my babies." said Adams, slipping into his coveralls. Eleanor didn't miss a beat as she scraped the contents of the evening meal into the electronic sink disposal. "Nancy called today, She said, to tell Daddy she loves him." "Did you tell her that Daddy loves his Nancy?" "Of course I did, but she already knows that. She asked me if I could spend a week with them during the summer vacation. What do you think, Father?" "I'll tell you what I think, Eleanor, my precious. I think Nancy is just being polite, and the last thing she wants is you heading on down to Texas and fussing over her." Eleanor was visibly shaken. She had hoped that after almost a year he would have softened his position. Nancy was strong willed like her father and despite his disapproval, she had married beneath herself. "Who in gods name is that at this time of night?" said Adams, as the security lights came on. Eleanor turned to look at the security monitor. "It looks like some one turning around in the gateway," said Eleanor, as the large screen showed the results of six different cameras. "Leave the screen on," said Adams, "and if they're still there in three minutes, call security" Adams walked the forty yards or so across the flagstone courtyard at the rear of the house to where almost half an acre of glass covered his state of the art nursery. "How are my babies?" he asked, as Benjamin his nurseryman met him at the entrance. "They're just wonderful sir. The Blue Vanda sir, it looks majestic. I think your instruction for an extra four minutes with the fine mister has done the trick." "Thank you Benjamin, if there is nothing else, you may leave. I will see you at six fifteen in the morning." "Yes sir. Thank you and good night sir," said Benjamin.
Adams's phone rang and he answered it with a degree of annoyance in his voice "What do you want Eleanor?" "It's the same car" she replied. "What's the same car?" he asked sharply. "The Mustang... It's been spotted in the woodland behind us. Security wants to know if they should investigate" "Of course they should investigate. I don't want to be disturbed again' he said closing his cell phone.
"This could be romantic if you weren't batting for the other side" said Kevin. "What does ‘batting for the other side' mean?" exclaimed Mary "It's a cricket term, although it would translate to baseball. It means..." "I know what it means," she said, laughing. "I was only teasing. Some of us occasionally like to bat for both sides. But I brought you up here into the woods so that you can get a glimpse of his glass house over that wall" As Kevin contemplated climbing the wall the rain started to fall. "I guess I'll give the climbing a miss," he said, and had no sooner spoken when a car pulled into the lane behind them. "Holy ****... It's the Security. Quick, do exactly as I say," said Mary. "Unbuckle your belt... Do it quickly..." she continued, ripping open her blouse and lifting her bra to expose her breasts. "Make like your enjoying it," she said placing her head on his lap. There folowed a tap on the window and a flash light came blinding through the glass. "Please step out of the car Ma'am. And you too sir?" Mary made sure the officer got a good eye-full, and Kevin literally had to ask if he could fasten his trousers before he could stand. "That's ok sir, take all the time you need." The officer in charge introduced himself as Bennet and produced a Federal security badge. "Are you the owner of the car ma'am?" "Yes, I am officer." She said producing her drivers licence. He shone his torch. "Mary Belford, 1127 Glandis Avenue West Baltimore, I don't know if you realize it, Mary Belford, but this is a security sensitive area. It would be wise if you didn't park here in the future." "Thank you officer," she replied with a coy look on her face, 'we were just leaving." Copyright 2008 mick beville |
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