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TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY
What is the definition of power? Who wields it in our lives? What can shape us, and break us? April Reina Madison Wintour has always believed that her older sibling -- her brother, holds, and wields, the power in their family…so much so that before her 23rd birthday, she disappeared, running for her life. Twenty years later, after living in relative obscurity, she is back – to regain her life. In so doing, she must untangle the skeins of influence that held her in thrall, as a child, to Royal’s cruelty, and she must risk exposing family secrets that could destroy all that her beloved father has worked for. In the meantime, she must navigate and manipulate the system, and risk alienating those whom she loves and trusts, because of what she must conceal from them – even those who put their careers, reputation and lives on the line for her, because she cannot go back. It is as if she has awakened from a dream, and fallen into a nightmare – but April is determined once and for all to stop running, and save her life and that of those who believe in her, even if she must commit murder to do so, because it is a Chess Match to the death. Only one side can win. But the White always has the advantage with its first move. Mirrored forces against each other – Black pieces on the side of good; White on the side of evil. If April is the Black Queen – the capture of which ends the game – then her brother is the White King. Only Shah-mat (Death to the King) keeps the Queen alive. ***
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Dear Beloved Reader: Nowadays we don’t really hear much about the secrets of the super rich. I mean, really, really, rich. I mean wealthy on a scale that means their total income, dividends, interests, profit equals more than five million dollars per day…But their emotions by and large are pretty similar to everyone’s. Oh they might get emotional over different things; their values, perspectives and priorities may be vastly dissimilar, shaped as they have been by their ownership—or expectation of ownership—of such an immense fortune; but they have the same emotions. I wanted to combine emotions that everyone experiences with circumstances that only the super wealthy do…and see what happens. Notice the combination of chess and nursery rhymes; and tell me what you think it means… So, here you have—TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY. Tell me how you like it! Happy reading, Valda
*** CHAPTER ONE: J’DAOUBE ( I TOUCH, I ADJUST)…
Dr. Foster went to Gloucester in a shower of rain; he stepped in a puddle right up to his middle and he never went there again.”Nursery Rhyme
It was the movement of the blinds that saved April. A dark shape in her apartment straightening out the sheers in front of them… all the better to see between the slats behind – a shape that stopped, looking out in an incurious fashion, but with a predator’s eye that would miss nothing. She was walking past her building that morning, going to the side entrance on the other end, because the front elevators are so slow, when she looked up -- and saw. Having been prey all her life, April knew better than to freeze, or turn around and go back; yet she couldn’t continue to casually stroll forward, even though she instinctively knew safety lay in movement. Thank God for trees. She attached herself to the large trunk of the nearest Ficus, her left side crazy-glued to its trunk and waited, waited…and watched.
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He looked out for what was an eternal few minutes. Scanning the streets, giving the once-over to each person who walked by. She watched with a knuckle-white grip on the tree, melding into its bark, stood stock-still until her knees gelled, until her sweat-soaked pores were drowning, until it seemed she would faint if one more second passed. Finally, reaching her right hand into her front pocket, she pulled out her cell phone, getting ready to dial 911; instead, she stopped, punched in *67, calling her house phone. When he withdrew from her window at the sound of the ringing, she lunged for the hedge next to her, scraping her knee against a sharp branch, sprinted, vaulted over the gate, ducked under, behind, and bent over, half crawling until she was around a corner, and inside a courtyard, holding the phone to her ear all the while, scarcely breathing. Someone had picked up on the other end, saying nothing. Damn. She knew it. April hated what she was going to have to do next. She always grew attached to her gadgets. If she did this fast, like ripping off a wax strip from tender parts, it would hurt, but at least the pain would be quick. She clicked off, opened the back of her Blackberry and yanked out the SIM card. There was no way she was going to have time to delete all her personal stuff saved on the phone, so she turned it off, turned it back on, then deliberately entered the wrong pin number, three times, to freeze the cell phone, ditched it, and walked two streets over to think. She had a photographic memory, always had – sometimes it was a blessing, sometimes it seemed a curse, so at least, valuable numbers, new contacts she had made, old ones she’s had – all were safe. She tapped her forehead. Up here. But she was going to miss those pictures of her dog. She screwed up her face like a little girl about to cry. Damn him – he could always bring her to this place – this helpless, vulnerable, naked feeling. This emptiness and aching, hollow loss. She dashed the tears away with an impatient, yet graceful gesture, using a knuckle, the back of her hand. No time for tears; she had to think. She was a target—and she was in trouble. *** Sooner or later, she knew it would come to this… she had lived In Miami Beach for twenty years; doing all manner of work, not touching any of the money. Her money. At least, none that she had not taken with her. She had found unexpected pleasures in the so-called simple life, although, perhaps, the pleasures were there because she had a safety net. April had often wondered how she would return to all that she knew, the wealth that she had handled so nonchalantly, albeit so well, yet which had insulated her while growing up from the other life, the one which she had just recently led – one like that of most people. People who took the bus to work and back; who spent hours in a waiting room to see a doctor; who had to struggle to keep their heads above water, living from day to day. In seizing life to the fullest, she’d thought that they had too, the cream of the jest. Theirs was the real belly laugh when
among friends, or at the corner bar. “Skip the light fandango…turn cartwheels on the floor. The whiter shade of pale.” She learned too, the careless, cruel audacity of entitlement. Gekko’s “Greed is Good” applied more than ever to Wall Street in the 2009…One of her “jobs” she’d had was flipping IPO’s, i.e., Initial Public Offerings, for a 40 million-dollar hedgefund. A backer would gather together a group of sharp salespeople, give them a crash course in the Wall Street lingo, and have them call Stockbrokers—for IPO stock. You bought the IPO when it first came out – watch it soar in value, and sell it, the same day, for a huge profit which you were paid a commission on. Each person was instructed to obtain at least one Stockbroker with a house. Now the SEC rules state that you can only indicate (ask for) a certain percentage of stock per customer. The “loophole” was that all the “customers” worked for that one backer – so that he go more than his share of stock through them. After listening to April’s spiel, Stockbrokers would often tell her airily, “$40 million dollars? I don’t touch any hedgefund unless it is above $200 million…” To keep a low profile, she often lived within walking distance of wherever she worked. This was now her life, and she had found a curious kind of satisfaction in it. It was with a detachment born of shock, which would be followed by a grief that she could feel only when she was safe again, that she knew a falling realization that it was all dismantling; it had come to an end. She would not again hear Fabio, her neighbor, sing in his heavily accented Hispanic male voice “Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me,” as he took his shower. She would miss the simple pleasure of walking through Flamingo Park with her groceries in her arms and seeing the shirtless young men playing basketball. There would be no more idle conversations on the beach with the many surprisingly literate and educated bums that littered Miami Beach, opting out of the life of the working masses, “feeding the matrix” as one of them grimly put it -- for a life of sun, sea and rootlessness. Like Andrew, the fiery College professor, a War Vet , who uses his retirement money to buy only the most expensive beer, drinking in the open, beer cans hidden in paper sacks. Shirtless, bronzed, he reads the Wall Street Journal, the New York Times, USA Today, and the Sunday Herald ensconced in one of the beachside couches, scattered along the sidewalk parks for tourists. Always, when asked to “move along” by the police, he rants: “Who the hell are you? I am a US Citizen who served my country in Korea – what have you done except harass US Citizens, you bully?” Seeing him debate any of them is quite an event, because he always wins. Sometimes, he disappears for long months, teaching College for a semester, then he’s back, to become bronzer, and leaner, more cantankerous – and drunken, than before. She once saw a Military officer in uniform salute him. Being rich insulated you from being a part all that. Being very rich made this multi-textured world non-existent. She’d travelled in Maybachs, RollsRoyces, and private airplanes: Gulfstreams, and SkyHawks and Citations; they’d had personal Yachts all her upbringing, friends and family – and none of them had provided her with as rich a reservoir of personalities as living among the hoi polloi, what her brother had contemptuously called “the
masses”. If happy families are all alike, with the unhappy having their own distinct brand of dysfunctions, then wealthy personalities, conversations and pleasures were all alike, with “regular” people placing their own distinct brand of individualism on what they call their own. And yet, at the same time, there was a tight, savage satisfaction in her head. Royal had found her – this time, there would be no going back. This time, one of them was going to end up dead. And she wasn’t counting on it being she… *** Royal was her sibling, ten years older. Same mother, same father, yet the two of them could not be more different. He the ruthless one, yet she -- had always been the smarter. Their father, recognizing this, gone, twenty years now, God rest his soul, had placed her the majority owner of all their family’s diverse yet immense, and extremely lucrative holdings –in trust, with Royal as her guardian and one of the executors. She and Royal had gone to the best private schools -- she graduating Magna Cum Laude, Royal doing well enough…graduated. He was smart, but cunning, therefore limited in vision, while she, always wise, always looking ahead, was considered brilliant. It was said that from an early age , she could see the big picture, and yet, know all the details. She tested with a Genius IQ, and, more than that, with qualities of personality, character, mental, emotional, philosophical outlook, typed Visionary. Their father wanted to take advantage of this. However, being ten years younger, and female, it was necessary that she take a back seat, yet make a solid contribution. For a while, Royal would remain as the person who ran the whole show. Her father groomed Royal for leadership, and when he died, stipulated that matters would continue according to his specifications after he was gone. The will could not be revoked. It is said that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Call it the Idi Amin, Napoleon, Adolf Hitler, Pol Pot gene. From that day on, or maybe even before, she believed Royal marked her out to die. She could insulate herself as much as she could, no matter, being her brother and legal guardian, being the more publicly wealthy one, he could get to her anywhere, anytime, through anyone. It was only a matter of time. This was a matter no lawyer could fix. But she was blessed, or cursed, with a hefty dose of paranoia. They say all geniuses are. After their father’s funeral, after a series of several seemingly unrelated, near fatal accidents within the space of three months, after a wholesale change in her personal bodyguards and staff without any prior notifications to her; she got the picture. Nobody is incorruptible. Nothing is safe. The last straw was the near total destruction of her snappy little Cherry-red Spider Bugatti. She emerged without a scratch; but, damn she loved that Bugatti! She had then made a very public announcement that she would be leaving on an extended vacation, to Europe, for a very long time, for health reasons. She was very emotional. Obviously distraught. She clung to her dear brother in
public. In private, she tied up documents spelling out what her brother’s role would be in her portion of the company, in her absence. She made it very clear that she could not to be declared dead unless she had not been heard from for more than five years. These documents were air-tight. Her lawyers were as good as his. In fact, better, since they were working for a young girl, and perceived that through her, they would be allowed access to billions of dollars. So they worked harder. They worked mean. They thought all the stipulations, and conditions, and declarations were all their ideas. But Royal was ecstatic. She had played into his hand. Over there, he could get rid of her discreetly. There would be no advantage to him to get her killed right away…he had complete control, in most aspects, anyway. He had always underestimated her. But she never underestimated him. As a child she had lived with Royal and knew his preternatural abilities to wait. To prey, with hunger, on his victim, and pounce when least expected. She had made all the arrangements, booking visas in a flurry, buying tickets…she would not use the family’s Gulfstream IV, or the more powerful Citation Columbus, their long range jet, which can fly 4000 miles non-stop. Instead, she took first class Commercial flights all the way. Leave a trail for him to follow. She bought a one-way ticket first to France, using her credit card, with connecting flights, to the Greek Islands, Italy, Spain, then Nothern Africa, in her name. She had found a very old passport of their mother’s, in her maiden name, among her father’s things. She didn’t know why, but keeping their marriage certificate and other papers made her feel good. On a whim, she had renewed the passport, substituting her picture, putting the middle name first, and had gotten it back and kept it, feeling a secret delight at having “gotten away with something.” It saved her life. On the day she decided to leave for good, she went into an obscure little travel agency and bought a round trip ticket in cash, for the same day as the other one, from Miami to France, France to Miami in the name on the second passport. When she landed in France, she showed the other passport and round-trip ticket to customs. Spent a few days exploring, then flew right back, to Miami, and vanished. Her luggage took the rest of the trip that she had paid for on the first ticket. Believing her too visible to not be easily found in France, Spain, or anywhere in Europe; over being a better location for her death anyway, as she’d expected, Royal sat back and waited. He didn’t even have her followed right away. She could run, but she could not hide. Or so he thought. On November 15, 1990, twenty years ago, eleven years before 9/11, she stopped off in Miami International airport holding a carryon with a false bottom full of cash and very little else, and disappeared. She’d had a head start for two reasons: One, her sibling had underestimated her; she had done the totally unexpected. He had expected to pick up her trail, and pick her out – living a cushy lifestyle – in Europe, and spent
countless months searching for her there. Secondly, when he did think of the good ol’ US, she had already covered her tracks, and was living a lifestyle completely alien to him. After twenty years, he finally wised up… Alive, she was one step ahead. To remain so, she would have to think … Sighing, she took the bus on Washington Ave to Downtown Miami, Omni, lost in thought as she passed the amazing views of the sky, the sun striking off golden lights on the gleaming blue expanse of sea water. She saw white sails dotting the horizon, and noisy jet skiers jostling for space in a watery expanse hogged by sleek yachts as she passed succeeding enclave after enclave for the super rich: Star Island, Palm Island, Fisher Island, with glamorous homes and private docks enjoying “Forever views.” They were set like colorful gems in silky azure. She turned down her lips wryly. Soon she would be back among people, and a life, like that. She wasn’t looking forward to it. She spotted the skyline of Metropolitan Miami, downtown, with its busy shops, office high-rises, and noisy streets. There she got on the Metromover, an elevated sort of mini-tram, which circulates free all around Downtown and to the Brickell banking district. The vista when riding this was fantastic. Miami looks green from above. She walked around Downtown shops for a bit, cataloging the faces from habit, alert for any anomalies. She ducked into a Metro-Pcs store and bought and activated a new cellular, an expensive one. That took about all the cash she had. She was going to need some new clothes and better shoes, but using any of her credit lines was an immediate notice to Royal that she was back in the game. She had no real cash on her and only her keys. But she was never without every single one of her keys – to her drop boxes in several areas. And one of them was a storage place off the Vizcaya Station. Today she was going to be spending several thousands of dollars. There was no way what she wanted to do was going to get off started right unless she dressed for the part – and she had very little time left. Getting off an the tall building which held the Flagler Station, the main artery to the Metrorail from the Metromover, she bought an allday ticket which cost three dollars, then took the escalators upstairs, underneath the display of flags of all nations that fluttered and danced under the vaulted ceiling, through the glass fronted doors that carried her to another set of escalators or the elevators, then finally to the very top floor, where she would pick up the Metrorail. The breezy platform hosted both the Northbound and Southbound trains, which ran on a semi-regular schedule every twenty-thirty minutes. Up here, one could see for miles around. Trees, parks, streets, people, building…it was enough to give an Alfred Hitchcock character vertigo. Metrorail, an elevated train which runs across a large part of Miami, crossing Historic neighborhoods like Overtown when heading North of Flagler Station; and Coconut Grove, Vizcaya and South Miami, to the South of
it, rumbled over the Miami river, where Sharon Stone and Sylvester Stallone’s Movie The Specialist, was filmed, past Brickell, and stopping off at Vizcaya Station. Vizcaya…once a privately held enclave a very wealthy multimillionaire, with an Italian Rennaissance palace as its centerpiece. There was a storage unit in a company name that she had long established in Miami…it was one of the facilities which were Fire/Flood proof, coded locks, where she kept two duffle bags containing her stash of ready cash. A change of clothes was in order as she was going to have to get her old persona back. Start the countdown. For a few brief moments she would get to remain Sasha, then she would become April Reina Madison Wintour again…She sighed. So much to do… She would have to outthink, outwit and outflank her brother. A Chess match to the death. First, secure the Black Queen by placing some pawns between her and the White King. She looked the part, she had dressed the part. Down to the very large hat, tilted to hide a large part of her face, and even larger sunglasses. A little less than four hours later, she walked into the Miami Beach Police station. “Someone is trying to kill me,” she said. *** CHAPTER TWO: THE BLACK QUEEN RETURNS
I do not love thee, Dr. Fell…
Kepper Kunig shifted his very Republican ass (he drove a Hummer with the stated intention of using up all foreign oil so we would look at alternative energy sources), in his office chair, and looked at the woman sitting in front of him. This, if handled correctly, could be a major boost to his career. This woman claimed to be the long missing April Reina Madison Wintour, of the Wintour family discount chain ViMart Stop Shop ‘n’ Save, heir to one of the biggest fortunes in the US. Her family was featured on the Forbes Billionaire list every year, and her name was second only to her wealthier brother, Royal Augustus Baron Wintour III; he came third after Bill Gates and Warren Buffet. Speculation had run rampant for years that she had been found dead, or was incapacitated, in some exclusive Swedish facility, yet here she was, dressed plainly, if quietly expensive, hat, sunglasses, coppery silk pantsuit, high heeled boots, no jewelry to speak of except a Jewish Star of David and a Cornish cross on a modest platinum necklace. The Wintour family was not Jewish. A Kabbalah red string, like the one made famous by Madonna, encircled her left wrist. Guess the lady covered all bases. “Why come to us? If you’re making a report, by your own words, you don’t know who it is. If you need protection, your family can afford some very elite security and bodyguards – what can we do for you?” She did not move a muscle. By her stillness, she made him feel lesser than she was, yet paradoxically, she appeared to be incapable of
such thoughts, her breeding evident in her posture, and her poise. He looked at her hands. They were not manicured, yet well kept, with a pale pink polish matching her palms that contrasted with her wealthy, bronzed, gleaming skin. She looked so healthy it made him want to be sick. “This cannot be handled by a few bodyguards. We need to get the law involved here. I have reason to believe it is someone in my company who is trying to have me killed. Eventually Federal officials may need to get involved. Because I want an official report on this, I came to you, first, Sergeant”-- “Lieutenant” he corrected her automatically, she continued as if he had not spoken, “I’ll be speaking next with the FBI. I don’t know how this works, but I am tired of running.” What an incredible story. Yet, in this world of TMZ and all kinds of paparazzi and gossip-fueled media, the lady knew better than to perpetrate a hoax. She would be found out – just as surely as December follows November. She was going public, laying facts open to speculation. Facts that could easily be corroborated. Besides, she didn’t look crazy. She looked quite sane. And expensive, something which made Kepper feel hungry all of a sudden. He bared a wolfish grin at her, awash in drool, dripping from his teeth. The lady barely noticed. “Let me see if I understand this…you’ve been in hiding for, what…fifteen, twenty years?” She nodded and added: “With only my attorneys receiving an annual communicate from me, letting them know I was fine, lucid and in good health,” She leaned forward, lowering her voice and compelling his attention. “I mean, I even stayed away from my brother, my only brother, “ she emphasized, “out of fear for his safety. Whoever it is. it would be someone close to my brother, high up in the company, and very influential.” “What proof do you have of these allegations?” he tapped the top of his desk with his pen. “I suppose, since I’m here, telling you this; the ultimate “proof” would be my death,” She said acidly, “but as I don’t plan on furnishing you with that,” she countered evenly, “ let’s use logic, shall we? I’m not crazy, or delusional, but I’ve been on the run for twenty years , fearing for my life. What other “proof “ do you need? Tell you what, I’ll submit to any test you’d like, including a lie detector, if Miami-Dade has the budget – if you don’t, I’ll pay for it.” “We’re going to have to verify your identity.” She shrugged, as if that was as much as she expected. The lady was too cool for school. “Then you are going to have to write out a statement and sign it. Include every incident you have to support what you’ve said.” She waited, quietly, sitting as erect as a queen, and still.
“You’re going to be here for a while, would you like something to drink, coffee, perhaps?” He was rising out of his chair as he asked. He was lean, hard and fit. “No thank you…Lieutenant, until I can make some arrangements for personal security, or until you’re authorized to provide me with some, could you perhaps, keep this as quiet as possible?” She could see him weighing his choices, greed and instant gratification warring with a desire to have as big a profile as possible in this -- therefore pleasing her would bring him a greater payback. Royal would have no problem corrupting this one, she thought cynically. He hesitated. “All right, you have twenty-four hours, but I’m going to have to take this to my captain. I’ll take you in the back way. ” He came round the desk to her. Less the merrier, she thought. She stood, and turned, abruptly towards him, placing him off-balance. She was an extraordinarily beautiful woman, in the most lush way he could imagine, yet she seemed to have no awareness of it, which added to her power. In a place like South Beach where the porn industry held a convention every year, where the Brazilian butt implant made women’s asses as round as soccer balls and virtually every other set were plastic, her boobs were not that big, nor were her hips or butt. Her lips were full and well shaped, yet not outlandishly so. Yet her proportions were such that, lean and tall as she was, she gave the impression of sleek voluptuousness that was classy, refined -- yet more sexy than out and out curvaceousness. What she had could not be defined. It was not in perfection of feature, more a manner, and way of standing, and speaking, turn of her head and gesture, an innate grace that appealed strongly. “Could you wait?” “Please” she added. He was curiously disappointed, or waiting to be. Here comes the weapon from the beautiful woman’s arsenal, he was thinking. The cajoling, or suggestion of tears, or subtle flirtation. He waited. And was, yet again, surprised by her. Her “please” came from good manners, and a need to convey how seriously she felt her situation was. He nodded and she said nothing further other than, “I need about an hour to obtain security, and have my bona fides faxed along to them along with whatever else is required. Since you would prefer I do not leave the station, I will need to use your equipment, and email. Could you at least wait until then? Before this becomes part of your official report. Thank you.” she added before he nodded. She then stepped aside. “Lead the way,” she said. She left him feeling like her vassal. He walked ahead of her, the space between his shoulder blades itching. “Damn her.” He thought. *** Opening move. Pawn. She wasn’t going to place her life in the hands of such goons. They’d have no idea what they were going up against. She’d been among men or power and influence all her life, and they didn’t play by the
current political situation and. the one that he had worked so hard on. this would not be possible. she wanted publicity. write dissertations and speculation on who. or the loyal dogs. If she played just right. It had all the juicy elements. her own status made doing this unfathomable. or out.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. by her hand. There were just too many wall-to-wall bodies to successfully do so without being cut down. the tabloids will have a field day with this. and it did. Fl 33119. yet her brain automatically mapped our progress as they mowed on through. She needed the scrutiny on Royal. She would make damn certain of that. however. she was thinking idly. that Royal would think twice about terminating her out of hand. forming a grid pattern where she placed each problem then took it out to solve. Twenty ago. a Facebook. The place was a maze – no one could realistically shoot their way in. In no way would she allow the speculation to rest on Royal. She needed the focus. walls. what was the front like! She kept her face averted and her sunglasses on. America’s sweetheart. nor could they deal with Royal. Twenty years was a long time for a plan to take root – and it had. First. as she followed him from past noisy room to another. would not be impinged. returning no curious looks sent her way. Miami Beach. She clicked on four-inch expensive Bottega Veneta boots behind the scrawny Sergeant -. she was going to kill Royal – and have her “killer” blamed for it. she thought ironically…it would be the very weapon she would need to stay Royal’s hand – at least until she had everything set up. where --. indirectly or directly. Her long legs easily kept up with Kepper. a reality show… scratch that. Her father’s legacy.com SCRIBD2 rules. they were the wolves. guarding against a different breed of their kind – with same instincts. Royal was going to die. She was going to become a latter-day heroine. Royal was going to have an accident. could not be impacted. She needed the whole world guessing at who her killer was – or could be. In their minds. she corrected herself idly. without planning to be a mourner at his funeral. dark grey carpeting. 12 . No reality show. She was nothing if not a thorough planner. murder. If she could just throw in a little sex! They were going to make films about her life.desks. she wanted a brouhaha so loud and so forcible. It would be intrusive. but it would seem to be by her killer. her mind racing ahead. Money. Had Royal left me alone… I would have come back. why. She herself felt hemmed in -. That was so that while the world was looking the other way.Lieutenant. If this was the back way.DeDieu@gmail. all she saw around her were sheep. power. For one thing.but in the end. all having that curious. The family business. Twenty years ago. through green corridors lined with uniformed and plain clothes cops. was responsible for this. barriers here and there. equal ferocity and strength. Yes. Twenty years ago she was not up for this. Valda. He. and the millions of people it employed and provided for. She often planned in visual then logistical mode. and he alone. the speculation on her supposed killer. Truly the scene in Terminator 2 that took place in the police station could not happen here in MBPD. watchful flat-look that separated them from the rest of the world that they had sworn to protect. The police didn’t have the manpower. A fatal one. she would need a Twitter account. what. the media. Yet when she thought of Royal.
He already knew what her skin would feel like. walking at a diagonal to us. He was coming off a long night on a case that went awry. Where and how he knew. he had never met her. His face grabbed her attention. She tilted up her head. and he should be tired. widow’s peak climbing his forehead. it was a usually a foregone conclusion that he would have her – simply a matter of time.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. intent under brows that were black and sharply angled. putting back on her designer shades. the lead role acted by Pierce Brosnan as the half-European head of a powerful Asian family seemingly beset with impossible dilemmas. She evoked restlessness. pale blue shirt with tiny burgundy stripes. and yet even more impossible choices. Like all men. unique solution. good – because she was hot. Valda. She felt impelled to look up and. she could see the color of his eyes.and then seeing the movie. he had never had her. indisputable conclusion could be arrived at. Something in the way she held her shoulders. but the kind he’d gladly pay the price to know. she knew him. Good shoes. Tearing her attention from his gaze. If he couldn’t – well. a hunger. The kind of woman he’d pursue. under his. Even at the distance of 15 feet from each other. Her walk. There was a God. She had never met him. wearing a grey suit. If he’d met her at a bar. what she would smell and taste like. *** 13 . he was visually-oriented. stared right into the eyes of a tall detective. He was not prone to fantasy when it came to women. had been beset with enemies. the feelings she compelled out of him forced him to admit.DeDieu@gmail. Snapping brown. If he wanted a woman. a broken nose. and treachery at every turn. bold cheekbones. then putting it back again. yet each on its own demanded a different. The way the Taipan triumphed. she looked past him. Her stride. Fl 33119. he could feel the frisson of awareness that arced between them. Each challenge was interlocked with the other. She was his. then ahead. doing so. tugging insistently. he didn’t try to understand. If so. black shoes. pulled off her sunglasses. and therefore no need to fantasize. compartmentalizing. and yet. but he’d had more than his share of conquests. She could be terror alright. was to place each issue in its own “mental box”. She remembered reading the book Tai Pan -. keeping all in order and remaining calm. and yet. yet what felt like a jolt of lightning arced through his body as he watched her walk on by. whatever the quality to her – he somehow knew. Something inside her shifted. burgundy tie. or on a date. His imagination ran wild. unless she was unavailable due to involvement with someone else. yet a certainty that he would have her. Whatever she was. he’d have had her in his bed. *** Peter Novac had never seen the woman before. Even across the room. Some instinct forced her out of her thoughts. would go on discovering for the rest of his life. she couldn’t look away. Miami Beach. Now that he had seen her. taking each out only to work on it.com SCRIBD2 She had learned to do so early. there was always someone else… Just the force and visceral primitiveness of his reactions told him there was something special about this one. he would find out all there was. by the end of the night. She was a force to be reckoned with. yet that wasn’t possible. or on some social occasion. He too. High. lifted back the brim of her hat. and see if the logical.
When freeing myself from his gaze. Where had she been? For what reason had she been hiding? Could she not have called – just once? She believed the sensationalizing media would soon make her case better than she could. use this as an opportunity to get rid of her. at first. Valda. *** Lieutenant Kunig walked her through the last of a series of narrow halls. but she 14 . walking on by. Checkmate. The smart ones took advantage when good cases came their way. over his shoulder. She knew was forcing him into making one of two choices – either to call off his dogs and make her appear a crazy. to a private office in the back. a desk with a computer. Once Royal set his mind on something. and three chairs. deluded woman. a disturbing impression of that detective remained. an eerie feeling of options irretrievably gone and she itched to tell him to get lost. he never stopped. He indicated that she should take position behind the desk. It held a dark grey filing cabinet. and to reestablish ties would. He rummaged around the top drawers and brought out a bright yellow writing tablet. April had not kept up with any of her friends in the last twenty years. as quickly as possible. some which contained subjects in various stages of waiting or interrogation. to watch.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Miami Beach. “This should do” he said. She could not fool myself. Once Royal had saw fresh. cause more pain. Fl 33119. bleating meat. Once again she was conscious of a sense of time creeping up on her. then using circumstances to her advantage. She was the bait. She had not much time. she was not safe until she made this as public as possible. she needed things to get back to what seemed normal. one good case would make or break a detective’s career. once and for all. much Iike a first grade teacher assisting a pupil. he’d lose all sense of caution. setting up his goons. and Death. a couple of blue ink pens and placed them before her.DeDieu@gmail. That would be -check. biding his time – or. had turned his head. she felt a sense of release. a blotter and some pens. not one—as much for her sake as theirs— which had hurt insensibly. even mulling over her options. all painted dark green. She would turn the tables on him. relief…much as if she had been under the observation of Death. and have someone to take the fall for it. Still. past several rooms with conference windows.com SCRIBD2 Plan your move as far ahead as possible. She would do so again. and that could be any minute now. But for those very reasons. she knew. She was betting on the latter. phone. in Miami and everywhere else. She had survived as a little girl by seeming to play into Royal’s hands. Once Royal knew where she was. She was dealing with someone who had the predatory instincts of a wolf. politics being what they were.
However. the wish to kill her would have remained just that. mind. “In the meantime. Fl 33119. or sound. now you have internet access…limited. I don’t scruple to tell you that there are some very powerful people involved. Being born who she had been. or there would have been no wish at all. “Here. whether he sees the notes or merely feels them. Valda. any sequence of numbers/letters or characters entered on a keyboard or phone. poor little rich girl looking the picture of elegant abjection. She memorized the access number he entered – this ability was another of her tricks. His eyes widened. Miami Beach. if she had not been who she was she would not be in this dilemma—perhaps she might have been dead already.” She added. him at the forefront.” She turned away to the telephone on the desk and lifted the receiver. and she hung up. or something. if you must. and because of our financial ties to the International community. She could memorize.and her real passport that she had retrieved from storage. This was one of her favorite parts on a man. April gave him one of her sweetest smiles. but tell only your Captain for now. 6XBYCC09HT443… The numbers played out in a dancing string in her head much like notes to music does to a piano virtuoso. “Thank you Lieutenant. and a good look his hair. made her the target she was. out taking hold—“take my prints. she could see the idea of a press conference. how it was cut around his hairline.” she passed him her drivers’ license. thin chest puffed.” he leaned over again.the real one -. and held. She knew if she had not been who she was. she’d have received a very different reception. 15 .” he adjured playfully. I’m going to write down for you every detail that I can remember to help you with this case. (she found it hard to believe people did not kill each other under ordinary circumstances all the time).com SCRIBD2 didn’t. and he smiled back. by sight. here is my ID. you could be at the forefront of a joint FBI/MDPD task force.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Kepper looked the kind to kick a handcuffed priest. A thought occurred to her. “No. Knowing he was just the kind of man to hang around if he sensed she was impatient for him to leave. and once she had committed them to memory. please keep this as much under wraps as you can until we’re ready to go public. “Har…Har. due to Homeland Security’s concerns regarding the terrorism and money laundering angle. “Now if you don’t mind. waiting apparently for her applause. not the false one she’d been using for years -. a bit. see?” he pressed. She let this play out pretty much however he saw it happening in his head.” She thought. she never forgot them.” She sighed. a nicely shaped nape of the neck and hairline…his was unimpressive. “go verify my identity. and lowered her voice. He leaned over her to turn on the computer and April got an impression of cologne.” She injected a businesslike note in her voice. He had not lived for twenty years under Royal’s thumb—he knew nothing. as if taking him into her confidence. in the mind of someone near to her. no porno sites now. you cannot protect me. “Do I dial nine?” April held the receiver in her hand.DeDieu@gmail. until you have all the information you need. a wish. “You just push this button here. the one tinged with a little bit of melancholy that she gave to bank mangers and other people in positions of power who could use it to exercise petty authority and it worked. It made it both difficult and easy to protect herself. or.
“Come on. If her habits had not changed. then Railway. silently. I’ve been under the strain of this for twenty years…” her voice trailed off. or. s-l-o-w-ly. She needed twenty minutes. she was organizing a list of calls she had to make. The fastest way to reach him was through his mother. (most rich people’s don’t) April knew where she would be dining right about now… *** Margery Sonner-Thwaite sipped her fifth cocktail. At least. a New York Socialite. once the news got a hold of this and the police and/ or Federal agents were involved. she can tell how deep Royal’s influence in MDPD is by how soon after he has people in place to kill her. The Royal she knew would strike immediately. She really came for the memories. There was one person she knew who could provide her with some protection that she could trust – twenty years ago he could not help her. Born an heiress to a magnate with an Industrial. Even as she was speaking to him. If she could control when the Captain hears her story. If she can keep alive after this first attempt. she had lived in an age of incredible privilege. Valda. long enough while he regroups and plans. 16 . it’s being at a disadvantage that tells you about your opponent’s weaknesses. if he had someone ready and waiting to kill her. Being tipsy dulled the edges and gave her some excuse to exercise the malice that came easily to her tongue these days. “Breathe in and out. Still… The phone was ringing. Miami Beach. all they had to do was to use their contacts to find out where she’d be.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. at least. before Kepper entered her into the system and Royal knew where she could be found. She hoped it had hadn’t changed. the hate ran just about evenly between them too. “Could I make one quick call and then go with you to your Captain? I would feel so much better. nor did she have much of an appetite. since they now already knew she was in Miami. use someone inside to steer her where they wanted. but she’d kept up with his progress and he was now just as rich and powerful in his own right as Royal.” she was telling the telephone. Fl 33119. she can forestall his actions thereafter with Breaking News. It’s best to strike when your opponent believes they have the advantage because it’s not being at an advantage that teaches you the most about your opponent. then Manufacturing fortune. Nothing she did here was going to be completely private – therefore she might as well take advantage of the audience. She started dialing from memory. Her heart was racing. in a private booth of the Astor Hotel’s main dining room.” she told herself. seeing that she had halfway done his job by deflecting suspicion away from him. come on. molten steel ran through her veins. She looked around and felt the familiar boredom that came from routine. She did not feel like company today. A diminutive woman of elegant bones with stylishly cut pure white hair.com SCRIBD2 She would use her new cellular instead. She was seated alone. for security arrangements. Twenty minutes was precious little lead where Royal was concerned. the buzz was pleasant. She wondered if she had ever been young enough to enjoy this – just what did young rich people do nowadays anyway? There were no afternoon clubs or tennis matches anymore. Meanwhile she would be consolidating her power base. yet equally incredible vice.DeDieu@gmail. Or she was up that proverbial creek without a paddle.
Fl 33119.” She demanded imperiously. in my secret storage. she says you gave her the first diamond necklace she owned at sixteen. The excess cocaine I dispersed under running water… I still keep that vial along with some precious things. Her son had had quite a crush on that girl. “She would not say. *** APRIL’S PRIVATE HORROR: The first time I tried to kill Royal. In her old age she had become a germophobe. “Who is it?”She asked sharply. she hardly knew any of the young people anymore. That was the difference. while he sorted through a sheaf on papers in his hands.com SCRIBD2 no polo. Valda. The maitre-d spoke into the telephone. They made celebrity of being rich. Miami Beach.” Margery waved the phone away. That vial I found was one of many…to imagine that I had it was impossible for him. Even at that time I knew something fatal would happen to him if I mixed our Dad’s heart medicine with the white power that I had researched about and therefore knew was Royal’s cocaine. The days when being super rich meant having correspondingly deep dark secrets were over. and she still wears it. This meant the gossip magazines had to take a different tack – show the uber luxury that rich people enjoyed. So she’d heard. or something. Her thoughts went to one young lady she’d had hopes for. or afternoon teas. *** Wesley Erik Sonner-Thwaite glanced at the Dow Jones industrial Averages streaming across the screen his office that was as large as the boardroom of most other firms. Poor dear.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. There was only one person who could say that. She’d had enough with kooks and wannabe’s and the paparazzi. and emptied the capsules. It is a reminder to me of how closely I came to the edge that day. and he was seventeen. or worse. she’d perished in some skiing accident in Switzerland. Anyone intimate with her knew her cell line. and no one made a pretense at work. The ones that were around hardly interesting. Madame. but not a contribution. into the vial. Come to think of it.DeDieu@gmail. My birthday is in April. shaking it up. It was not entirely their fault. I was eight. He would blame the maids and keep it quiet for fear our Dad would find out. and in her heart she’d cherished thoughts… *** The maître-d rushed over with a telephone. two of them. she asked only to tell you that she knows your son. and this is urgent. his 17 . she hated using the house phone. “Madame.” Margery went very still. She had just been thinking of her. He rushed back. His room door was never locked unless he was in it and I knew all his hiding places. nowadays the ordinary people had secrets just as bad. Could it be--? “Give me that phone. I took the heart pills from my Dad’s medicine cabinet. his August.
her assistant would move up – and then he had Perry…if he didn’t move him up as well. He dialed his cell phone. his private portfolio and even his business holdings. Mother. His problem was that it would expose Perry…for obvious reasons. he would realize … and his usefulness would be over. Fl 33119. While other people had taken a bath recently. I will come to you – I’m taking the next flight out to New York. the sheer plethora of his acquisitions had him pondering a dilemma. “I imagine that you would be well into your cocktails by now. “No calls. He would discuss this with Althea. what the hell?” April said urgently.” he tersely instructed Althea. he really could use someone with her eyes and ears in several of his other projects while he focused on shifting some of his assets because of the current market conditions. he was beginning to realize he counted on her more than he thought…a smile played around his lips. I’m at the police station. he jotted down a number. once he moved Althea. When he was through. Althea Camden. say. In fact. He frowned. His current executive secretary. Nasdaq Composite Index. I’m in Miami.” 18 .” His smile faded as soon as the voice began to speak. Dow Jones Wilshire Indexes…various funds. acquisitions and profits had more than doubled. including his latest Hotel/Club and Casino that was currently being built in Vegas. their opulence would rival anything built by Trump anywhere. Mother. His cell phone chirped and he looked in at the number and smiled with just a hint of affectionate exasperation.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Frowning a little. someone is trying to kill me and I need your help. I’m coming over myself.” “No. he couldn’t move Perry to a more sensitive position where he had access to certain data. His options were narrow. “Thanks. another project was being started in Dubai. Bonds. He looked out for the unusual in opportunities to invest. Mother. He’s a good man. three hours. He wanted Perry where he could keep an eye on him. although lately Wall Street was a circus. I’ll have someone with you in thirty minutes. At the same time. Wesley. Send in the clowns… he thought. He never depended solely on one kind of investment. what a surprise that you are calling me at this time. He smiled at the thought of his old friend and fiercest competitor. Commodities. DD… HPQ…AA …GOOG…Stocks. on the other hand. Miami Beach. including new technology and capital venture – he watched IPOS of firms with anything brand new particularly on a global scale. One which intrigued him was the current huge selloff of Mortgage Bonds by Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac. walked to the door. “Wesley. all were aspects of his holdings he watched closely while sifting through the market to find investment opportunities. He balanced those investment opportunities with several other interests. Currencies. What he needed at this point was to bring someone in. two mortgage giants recently rescued by the US Government. “April? Is that really you. and. Valda. and with emphasis on minimizing environmental impact. I’ll call you back. he was thinking of grooming her for VP of Operations by placing her in an Assistant VP spot. he could always count on her. then shut the door.com SCRIBD2 cellular’s Bluetooth perched in his ear. Just stay put. the savvy investor made money in a bull or bear market. Development and Real Estate – he had several projects going simultaneously. who raised her eyebrows at the unusual tone in his voice.” He hung up. was due for a promotion. listen. and locked it.DeDieu@gmail. and I will be there in. Large-cap value funds. Can you get anyone you trust in here in under an hour?” “Sit tight.
he had them fax separate flight plan itineraries for Patrick and for him.DeDieu@gmail. “Your code for recognition is Blue Heron. but said merely that the guest would be accompanied by three or four security personnel and possibly police detectives.” “Not yet it isn’t. and she didn’t trust him one bit. I need a codeword. “This is serious stuff. His sister stood in the way of a vast 19 .” April clicked off —then looked at Lieutenant Kunig. Why then did she come here? What was her game? *** Royal Augustus Baron Wintour III was in his private limo on the way to the airport when his phone rang. It wasn’t personal with her – she didn’t trust the police. it’s yours. Patrick. He asked for. a passcode that only she. Call you back…and Rylla? I’m not letting you disappear on me again this time. or shall we go in?” Kepper gave her the once over. Calling Patrick. there was no other way to be.” After Patrick furnished him with one. you would be a sitting duck at any airport. he’ll get a couple of his people. Now hang up. he then asked him as a personal favor to go down there as soon as he could and do whatever April required. and gave her the names and cell numbers of the team coming to help. he was not a bullshitter. he was sure it had something to do with that brother of hers. “I have a couple of friends coming in to help. to you. Valda. Fl 33119. don’t go anywhere with them. inclination and experience. She was cool. If there was a bastard from hell it was Royal. Miami Beach. local. He did not give a name. but he could sense she was hiding something. Call him what you want. “Do you want me to finish my statement first. Calling her back.” He smiled but there was an edge of steel to his voice. he reconfirmed the address of his house. She was holding back. and leave on one of my planes immediately. Naturally. and received. he asked him to contact three of his best men in the Miami area and dispatch them to the Miami Beach Police Station on Washington Ave. I’ve known him for twenty years. we still haven’t spoken to your captain. you. If they don’t give it to you. you cannot have your own private army. I have a staff there and I will instruct them to prepare for you.com SCRIBD2 He demurred. he used to work for my father. in Miami. “This is now police business. He called his staff at the Coral Gables address and asked them to prepare for a guest coming in anytime that afternoon or evening. this had her shaken and spooked. sure.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. to do this. “If someone is trying to kill you.” She smiled at him charmingly. ignoring his barb as she gently inserted hers. It was a line that he had reserved only for one thing. Whatever April had endured.” Calling his team in charge of travelling arrangements. Royal was a predator by nature. “Whatever you need. and let me get Patrick. their names and cellular numbers. Let me give my address to my house in Coral Gables. the team and I would know. that came from an inner strength and poise that she possessed. or was going through right now. and one thing only: finding information on his sister. I’ll have my jet ready to transport you as soon as you make it to the airport. is that okay?” Kunig wanted her to know he was in charge.
DeDieu@gmail. A misguided impulse in his father had caused him to stipulate that his sister would own the majority of their fortune for as long as they were both alive. She was concerned that in targeting her. she never had to shorten her stride for him. would create a foundation for the sole purpose of distributing that fortune among several charities for as long as the fortune remained. So it was no coincidence that Wesley had received a call which had resulted in his abrupt departure from his office and subsequent flight to Miami. Fl 33119. whenever it took place. his sources had turned up April somewhere in Miami – the last place he would have expected. that meant only one thing. he would be so much collateral damage.-that someone was trying to kill her. and he would not be safe while they were doing so. His lips quirked. he could have handled things better. Even as a plump eight year old. and used a more subtle means of getting rid of her. In truth. She was cleverer than he thought. Miami Beach. made all the more vast by his efforts and work. he had not expected her to. she said that she was leaving for his sake . Since he believed in keeping his enemies closer than his friends. And he well knew what it took to make certain the authorities deemed anything damned thing he wanted. and you find April. the deceased’s share would remain in trust for her/his heirs. He had passed on quite a few tips in the intervening years which had been extremely helpful. too close for his comfort. He had been so anxious to stage an accident that looked natural. Too bad that bitch Margery had stepped in just when she was ripe and forced his father to send her to boarding school…she and her son had a way of getting into his business. looked like an accident and was deemed so by the authorities. Valda. He had to admit. she had been able to stir him as no one else since…his little perversion. *** April walked slightly ahead of Kepper. One of his sources was now encamped in her apartment. that was the operative word. To Royal’s mind. Yesterday. her body angled towards him in such a way that. he thought fondly. as he thought of other intimacies between them. he 20 . Follow him. she was always thinking of his wellbeing. April and that boy had been close. One of them had to get dead – fast.com SCRIBD2 fortune. he could simply have waited. he’d had source of his working as an Administrative assistant in his good ol’ boy’s organization – Wesley. His loins tightened too. In the note she had left him. Deemed.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. The will further stipulated that in the event of death from causes deemed unnatural or suicide. two were canvassing the neighborhood. The woman was an expert in body language and psychology. For as long as they were both alive. failing those. Instead of spooking her the way he had. although he was in fact. All he had to do then was to make certain that her death. he had not thought of what the effect would be on her should she survive every attempt. April had called him. He could kill two birds with one stone – so to speak… The White King had just made his move. it must be something the rich learned at the cradle. waiting on her. leading the way to his captain’s office. he felt in his gut they had been lovers – so he had gotten what was Royal’s. And it seemed that they were about to do so—again. Kepper was aware of that. Poor dear.
the address was for some mid to lower-priced apartments on the beach.” “Why do you think someone is trying to kill you?” “Captain Richards. April continued. felt neither intimidation nor trust. Added to that was the silence that she was perfectly comfortable with. only give her apartment number. as if it should mean something and the captain’s gaze was expectant – yes. tourists included. although not to his face.DeDieu@gmail. I ran for my life. bushy-haired African American. and--? “Of the Wintours. “Wonder what that’s all about. “She came in to file a report…” April took over.” The beach was a dumping ground for Witness Protection due to the sheer number of transients that came through every day. “Let’s take a look. he waited. “Captain. she had nothing to say unless she felt it relevant. Knocking at the captain’s door. “Probably something Federal – woman in the Witness Protection Program I guess. “Captain Richards. Any news with such a high profile is going to be of interest to the FBI. *** Charles “Carlos “ Rivas and Michael Forrester picked up a personal call from the captain on their cell phones. whose parents had not known that slang would shorten their son’s name to “Bob Dick”. then to his Lieutenant as if to say. I saw him there this morning. incredible as it seemed. He made a quick decision.” The captain looked at her. The captain yelled out “Come in” and they walked through.” They put on their sirens until they were a couple of blocks from the apartment building. Valda. The captain would not say her name. I’m fed up of running. Careful to park away from any line of visibility from the apartment window. knew that the woman was telling the truth. they approached the door with their guns 21 . “I’ve been in hiding for twenty years. and be prepared to use lethal force if necessary. living practically out of a shoebox. they might succeed. Miami Beach. sooner or later. SHOP ‘N’ SAVE?” The captain’s gaze sharpened. You got to the point when speaking to him or got the hell out.” She wasn’t a bigwig. “Captain. and address. Fl 33119.” (Kepper noticed how she used people’s names to get their empathy).Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. They were instructed to be careful. Do you think I did this on a whim? “If you send a plain clothes undercover car to my apartment now.” Captain Robert Richards. a Korean War Vet with a quick temper and even quicker tongue.com SCRIBD2 thought. and not dispatch. My family’s fortune is well known. waiting for me. and picked up the phone. a former military man. why your lieutenant is here is because of the potential that this has to become a CNN Breaking News Headline. yes. a woman who had noticed someone in her apartment earlier that day. on the other hand. He was a short. and I’m afraid. Most people felt intimated by cops. The two men looked at each other. is this woman credible? Kepper nodded infinitesimally. afraid to contact anyone I know because they might be a target. she. someone is trying to kill me. they’ve been trying for the past twenty years. they own VIMART STOP. It was a quick search-and-see with permission of the owner. this is April Reina Madison Wintour…” he said the name portentously. no doubt you will find someone there. He had been in this business for too long not to know the truth when he heard it.
he’d dispatched two people to Wesley’s place on Star Island. more than heard. the principal. even as her emotions threatened to swamp her with despair and dismay. It was locked. April stood up. Taking out a lock pick gun. crouching low. and the other detective she had spotted earlier from across the room. CHAPTER THREE: PAWNS April was back in the office of Deputy Captain Morrow writing up a statement. The bitch had gone to the police. He came in with Kunig. and coming. If he’d only waited a little longer. On a hunch. He could clean things up. Somehow this one’s gaze was a lifeline that she clung to. If he’d been able to finish her off quickly. pushing in the chair she had been sitting on. This was all-too familiar ground for her. Now that two policemen had been gunned down in connection with his sister this thing would take on a life of its own.com SCRIBD2 drawn and carefully tested it. he’d have had the perfect means to take her out.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266.DeDieu@gmail. when she sensed. perhaps she crossed the wrong people somewhere. killing them both instantly… *** Royal’s hand shook with rage. the dark presence that fired two silencer shots at point blank range. just in case. He had no choice. Miami Beach. Both of them sensed. One look at their furious faces told me all her needed to know. nice and clean. The longer he prolonged things the more likely the police were going to start looking at everyone involved. Her heart thudded and her bowels clenched. yet from long habit she composed my features. right and left. Now he had two dead cops on his hands. They both went in. deep inside her. To look authentic and to get the job done. 22 . so it seemed she was going through this again…Royal was a juggernaut that would not be stopped. he had been summoned to the Captain’s office. using his connections within the police. It was Kunig who spoke first. just after they had flanked me. He had to act fast. the whole mess would now be wrapped into a little pile. He would keep coming. holding their guns ahead of them. a pall descend over the police station. Before she came back and became ensconced in his business and messed things up for everybody. It was similar to the feeling she felt whenever Royal would walk into the house when he was home on the weekends. maybe. Fl 33119. He instructed his man to lay low and wait for further word from him. they could look all they wanted – she was dead. go down under unsolved mysteries without the slightest incrimination of him. rather than saw. and coming…Kunig had been with her up until two minutes earlier. Just like her father had been unable to protect her against Royal when she was a child. This was something he had not foreseen. Now the shit had hit the fan. When she heard the Captain’s footsteps outside the door. Now things had change. He had enough money to make it anything he wanted. Valda. this one was going to be an all out invasion. add the element of drugs. If he killed her. make it look like something out of her past. Carlos quickly released the tumblers and opened the door.
Feeling faint. no. I shrieked and bit him. Survival. putting it on him again. Tessa. Two strong hands gently held her up. a miniature Colonial big enough for children and adults to walk into and sit down. She loved me. “No! Royal” and I slapped him on his thing. yet her mind raced ahead. I was eager to see them. The word stopped her cold. and he bent to me. He had been playing with matches in the gazebo where the fireworks were collected in a Sandy picnic area of our private beach behind a large gazebo about fifty yards from my doll house. I was always an early riser. My brother picked me up. and to kill him first. everything here was compromised. Royal had his own fireworks set up at the end of the lawn. and I could see a thought take hold in his head. backwards.” she uttered. Yet if she pointed at Royal right now.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. in a hut right on the boardwalk next to the gazebo. however. Miami Beach. Yes. Royal fourteen. vulnerable – under official scrutiny. shushing me and soothing me. the adults were still asleep since they had arrived the night before for the weekend holiday. was sitting in her chair in the front porch. I was a very direct and forthright child.com SCRIBD2 “What the hell are you involved with. An accusation would alert him and he would simply go right on with his plans. The hateful feel is still burned into my palm to this day. there. *** APRIL’S PRIVATE HORROR When I was three. And she could do it again. I knew this was wrong. She had survived. It was the only way to get close to him. and restless. hurting as much for these cops and their families as for herself. she buried her face between her knees. Her only chance lies in his belief that she did not know it was he at the bottom of those attempts on her life. Valda. Anyway. then released one arm and to pull out a chair. And she would be exposed. Now Royal knew she had gone to the police. and I fell. He shook me off. and then. He could pay enough to have it look as if she had been involved in something illegal. she had done that. and the adults were saying how there would be some set off on the lawn later. it was hard. something so shady it could get her killed. He picked me up and took 23 . I had seen the big fireworks on television. which exasperated my nurse to no end. Even at three years old. He just laughed and took my hand. opened his trunks and showed himself to me. Fl 33119. It was about ten am in the morning. and clutched the edge of the table. Before I had learned to deal with Royal. and came around bored. and took me by the hand. lady? Is it drugs? Did you witness a murder? Who wants you dead so badly that they would kill two cops?” April stumbled. inside the hut. “No” I told him. imperiously. placing her in it. and took me to his treasure trove. and we both had sparklers in our hands outside on the lawn. but not out of the reach of Royal’s hands. This is what she had hoped to avoid twenty years ago…this senseless bloodshed. His face changed. My favorite doll. It was Fourth of July at our place in the Hamptons. “Do you want to see something pretty?” he asked me. His eyes rested on Tessa. I had set it up for a tea-party. It was her only chance at survival. making certain that he had a good alibi. “Wanna see some fireworks?” I nodded. no one would believe her. “Oh God.DeDieu@gmail. “No!” and I grabbed his hand as he picked her up. he tried to set me on fire. He left Tessa. my dress lifting and showing my frilly underwear.
until April’s mother died in a boating accident when April was five or six. My playhouse was burned down to the ground. The families had been close. they didn’t believe me. a quirk he adapted whenever he was very worried. He began to think back to when he first realized there was something wrong with the way Royal treated his little sister: Wesley’s parents were April’s Godparents. the call went straight to voicemail. Alarmed now. inevitably resulting in the nurse coming to take her to her playroom. only to be told that April had left with a police escort. ex-military as was Marcus.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. He was good enough – but his background wasn’t stellar. Abraham. Bruce. when he heard a scuffle. Wesley had gotten thirsty. while waiting for Royal to meet them on the tennis court. She was plump. I ran through the door and screamed. coming out of the house to check on me. At first he thought he was going to give her a wedgie –as improper as that was. As I sat crying five minutes later. This was just always the case. fractious. Tessa was completely melted away. Wesley began to nibble on his lower lip. bright and busy and charming. Wesley’s sister had died of leukemia at eight and it had devastated him. the front and back of my playhouse burst into flames. Three years later the Sonner-Thwaites had their own tragedy. The news that two police officers had been shot dead in Miami by an armed assailant in connection to a missing heiress hit the airwaves just as Wesley was waiting on clearance to take off on his flight. and break things. thirty minutes later. taking vacations together. and nurse was fired for not properly supervising me. *** Patrick’s team. only to see two plump legs running away as fast as they could. to watch the Police Station just in case. had been a taking little girl. Fl 33119. One time. he began to notice little things between the siblings whenever he would visit Royal… April at eight to nine years old. and Marcus. and so. From then on. pure and high. entered the Miami Beach Police station. If the home in Coral Gables was in play. Curious. he would need tactical support and Abraham wasn’t exactly his first choice. I knew I could not trust anyone but me to protect myself against Royal. ran towards me and smothered the flames with her body. But with Royal and his friends. He decided to go on to the Coral Gables house. he walked on back of the hedge.DeDieu@gmail. as my dress caught on fire. I was punished for playing with fire. with great big eyes that could stare at you forever. with Royal in hot pursuit. he followed in time to see Royal scoop up the little girl. called Patrick on his cell. leaving me there. Bruce. it was not an unknown thing between 24 . leaving one man. she would get moody. He came in. Nurse. headed round to the back for some lemonade. sensitive to nuances. Calling April on her cell. pull down her pants and begin to grab at her panties. The team leader. exhausted from playing racquetball. so. Valda. but could not reach him due to his phone being in flight mode. Bruce was typical Alpha dog. With adults around she could be funny and energetic. Miami Beach. I tried to tell them it was Royal.com SCRIBD2 me back to my playhouse. Abraham.
Royal whipped him soundly: 6-0. A few months after that.com SCRIBD2 siblings. As long as he could remember.hey. the maid said you were around here -. “That family… the angled good looks …the French-Creole in their blood has given them the best of both heritages. he had been thoroughly indulged by both parents by the time April had been born. April’s father . he did not know. 6-2 . At first. perhaps a hint of madness? Not in the April. Royal stopped. April had never dared feel any pleasure from sex – since it would be a tacit approval of her violation when she had been helpless. 25 . That afternoon. brushing off her knees. and hit him in the face with a backhand. and walked ahead. Seven years later. and had once said. His mother responded by inviting April to go shopping on the weekends that Royal was home from West Point Academy. listened to music. Marie-Claire. “We’ve been waiting ages.” Royal straightened out his clothes.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. April’s mother’s dark loveliness. fish and wine in the marketplace. those cheekbones and large dark eyes…yet there is also a paradoxically sadistic streak. bought vegetables. so he could not now imagine how that conversation went. she didn’t like to be touched. Miami Beach. He had brought out something in her …a wildness and freedom. in Royal. a passion she had not felt ever before. regardless of gender. Consequently. had been good naturedly envious of her best friend. “Royal” he called out. had been on medication since he’d had two heart attacks. thrusting determination of the older boy set him off. His mother. he was too beautiful for his own good. He had fallen in love with her there. and put the little girl down. anxiously. Wesley told no one but his mother about his suspicions. when April was fifteen and had become extraordinarily lovely. holding her tightly by the wrists even as she pulled away from him. although outwardly healthy. and they had lost touch after that. Wesley continued: “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. and Royal. spent Sundays cooking and stayed in bed. 6-1. zipped up. April had been the father’s light and joy. They had kissed in the rain under an umbrella. are we going to play today or what?” He pretended not to see April take off or that Royal’s pants were unzipped. a strain of weakness. drinking wine late into the night until the early morning.DeDieu@gmail. his mother persuaded her ailing father to send her to boarding school through what means. His look was dangerous. she was gone. hair. seemed to avoid playing with April whenever others were around. Wesley had danced with April at her coming out ball. Fl 33119.” It was her opinion that as a child. smoothing out her clothes. Valda. Her last year in college had brought them together again since she had spent a summer in France as did he. and that skin. Even April as a baby was nowhere near as beautiful as Royal had been. she confided. *** The guilt that a survivor of childhood incest and abuse feels is devastating to normal adulthood. a natural blond. She had gone back to graduate only to attend her father’s funeral. for his part. But something in the frantic struggles of the little girl and the silent.
but he wasn’t going to leave her alone with Kunig – or the Captain. Peter intervened. what could be said here would be unforgiveable. the words spitting at sharp angles in the tension of the room. he could not look away. the mind cannot bear that.” Kunig ground out. Peter looked into April’s eyes. “…Wintour a glass of water. and she did the correct thing.com SCRIBD2 To enjoy sexual touch now was tantamount to taking pleasure from the violation then. Instead she took a series of deep breaths to compose herself. Everyone needed to calm down. but she was not telling them everything. “The lady told you someone was trying to kill her. Kunig. 26 . Kunig moved off.” He said. It means she enjoyed it. her speech well modulated. these were some fine men you killed. “Don’t gang up on her.DeDieu@gmail. *** Peter sat next to April. Wintour some water.” Kunig began furiously.” She needed air and some water he thought.” “I’ll say. his color high. Valda. she was frightened. Kunig brought back the water.” “That’s enough!” Captain Richards’s razor-edged voice cut through Kunig. it was me. but she flinched as if struck. Yes. get Ms ?---“ “Wintour. Her voice was pleasant. low and controlled. Kunig?” Kunig slammed the door. They held him as effortlessly as a beautiful vista of sunset would. Lady. and began to speak. and the captain himself intervened. yet if this woman were a victim. Fl 33119. yet they were not clear – they were shadowed. you brought her to me. he could bet on that. Miami Beach.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. “Get Ms. looking intently at her while she composed herself. and so he told his Captain and Kunig mildly. She’s had a very bad shock. then stopped.” His voice broke on those last words. Now Ms. Something that set his senses on alert. Wintour came to us for protection. it was my call. it would be her body lying at the morgue – are you saying that would be a preferable outcome. It was whoever decided to take the law into their hands. If anybody had those boys killed. jaw clenching and unclenching. Cops were protective of their own. and for a minute. eyes murderous. A cop’s death hit home as badly as the death of a child did and emotions tended to run high. “It was nobody here in this room.” he interrupted his friend’s diatribe forcefully. and there was something deeper than mere fear lurking there. “she sent us in blind…” April didn’t even defend herself. she would now be another unsolved murder for us to solve. and he sensed she was. He could tell she was in shock. but she would not sip it. If she hadn’t. “We’re not through here. “Kunig. his bulk forcing an obstacle between Kunig and the witness.
having lost two family members in such a short time. It was the same week of my father’s death that the first in a series of “accidents” took place. there are quite a few who would stand to gain if our company were to fold.DeDieu@gmail. It was about 1:30 am that someone came into my room and approached my bed. it made sense to do away with me first. or say anything?” She responded. which was substantial. and she would live the rest of my life in 27 . particularly since I did not take the sleeping pill the nurse gave me that night. I had been given a car by my father for my graduation present. then it would be much harder to reach me. you have to understand. Miami Beach. I had all the symptoms of a nervous breakdown. when my father died. I pressed the call button for the nurse and pulled the heart monitor off my chest which set off an alarm. I came into my inheritance. and was just moving away when it exploded. It was Peter who asked. Whoever it was disappeared in the confusion. disbelieving. a limited edition Spider Bugatti which I had never driven. I had never driven that car before. With me dead. and although my brother took over most of the day-to-day affairs of the company. believing them to be safer that way. and take care of things later – perhaps. understanding.” So far so good. it was touch-and-go. Valda. It was all that she needed. The main thing was to keep their focus off Royal. “It was at that time that I realized someone wanted me out of the way to get to my brother. “I wasn’t sure at the time. Someone trusted. I had grown up learning about our company from my father’s knee. “I did the only thing I could do. since he was the head. and I could have been mistaken. however. the noises in the hospital kept me up. arrange a suicide. I severed all ties with anyone and everyone I knew. but letting my brother know I was alive through our attorneys. The day after his funeral I took it for a drive on a quiet road thinking that I’d never driven his present when he was alive. They took out a syringe and went to the drip that was hanging beside my bed. She looked at them – they were all buying it. my brother was the more difficult target. things would be left in trust until I would take over. ” She went into detail about three other occasions. I called 911 and waited until they could send fire rescue…the emergency vehicles came and I had superficial burns and cuts. They triaged me at the hospital and decided to keep me overnight in case I was concussed.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. My father had many enemies. If my brother died first. Yet whoever it is has not stopped – and sooner or later. They were never going to get RoyaI if he knew they suspected him. initially. There was no reason for it to explode like this. I don’t sleep well in strange rooms. For three minutes. when the tire blew and it spun out of control. then explained. and so insulated. Fl 33119.” April could see they had started to believe her.” The faces around April were confused. “But why didn’t you report it. this was right after my father’s death. shaking. and although my room was a private one. it would be far easier to take advantage of my brother’s grief. They nodded. I disappeared.com SCRIBD2 “Twenty years ago. unless I take the offensive they will succeed. I had barely gotten it to stop and climbed out. since he was already running things. my father intended that we should both make contributions based on our strengths.
the Police Captain decided that she would have Peter and Kunig as her guard detail. That settled it. politely.com SCRIBD2 fear.” Kunig opened his mouth to object while Peter. Valda. This imitation Secret Service cardboard cutouts were not elite caliber bodyguards.” I said gently. Now all she needed to do was to stall them both until Wesley’s guys got here…speak of the devil. Miami Beach.DeDieu@gmail. “If you will just wait here until I get back. shook his head at him. “Ma’am” they both said. Trying again April said. These were not Wesley’s men. But she couldn’t cavalierly put any more policemen’s lives in danger. just waiting on him to strike. she shouldn’t have to. “ How are you?” “Just fine. “Hello guys. She did not ask them for the password. He had reason to believe that their plan had already been compromised. “They say they’re from your private detail. because she felt instinctively that he was a good cop. get Ms. he had not been out of her sight since she’d first walked in. Wintour’s men some coffee.” said the cop who accompanied them . I have to turn in this statement and speak to the captain. “I’ll take you. She didn’t trust anyone else. nor had she written it down. Two good choices. holding out my hand.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. and Kunig because.” 28 . This was going to be a bloodbath. Peter. After their talk. Like something they had seen on TV. If they were who she thought they were. he clicked off and tried to get in touch with Wesley. Kunig was now stuck with her. He turned on his cellular and called the team he’d placed on April. What he heard had him at alert. April had not repeated the address to the Coral Gables place. Ma’am” One said. The first of two tall. Speaking urgently into his phone. beyond that call from the captain and fetching her the water. identically. “Kunig. *** Patrick stepped off the airplane into the wet Miami heat. and would not leave without her. they already had found a way to secret some weapons into the police station. she had to make it sound as if we were a typical. Fl 33119. Damn! Maybe he could send him an urgent email from his laptop. she couldn’t afford to. Now that she had planned to kill Royal. who could not be reached because he was in flight mode. who had been watching her closely. and the woman. that the location in Coral Gables might not be safe…? *** When speaking to Wesley. Someone had to alert the Wesley. blond-haired crew-cut Abercrombie and Finch bookends walked in.” He said. loving brother and sister if I wanted to get through this. she had it memorized. “Fine thank you” Said the other.
“Now give me your pants. Come on. He called his team leader at the house.DeDieu@gmail. “Give me your jacket. Peter said.” When they got there. we don’t have all day. they were taking him to the hospital. were good quality. shoved the subject’s head none too gently. and shoes. half drunk lunatic was yelling “police brutality” even as he struggled. His boxers too. Bastards. Ma’am” said Bookend Two.” “There is no way they will not have at least one more person outside. he started the engine and swung around. Miami Beach. waiting.” “No civilian is allowed to carry his weapon through those doors. it’ll give us some lead time before they figure out we’ve gone.com SCRIBD2 Before they could object. Two men in a black Mercedes looked at the scenario briefly and went back to scanning the Police Station. “Thank you. That seemed odd. “But if they know I’m on to them I’m afraid of what they can do. are they?” “No. she told them both how this would go. He wore boxer shorts and white wife-beaters. April sized them up.” she whispered. black socks and white sneakers. He was thin enough that it would look fine on her. She need a hat and some men’s sunglasses she told them. they were dress socks. Come on.” She put on Kunig’s outfit in fifteen seconds flat. It would do if she flattened her boobs with the tie. opened the back door. handcuffed subject between them. Peter was chuckling. we’ll leave right away. but she noticed he’d had his hands firmly jammed in his pants. Valda. “I’m a guy. They walked back the way to the Captain’s office. One glanced at his wristwatch. dark green Chrysler Sedan. Goons. Abraham. “These are not your men.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Fl 33119.” she advised Kunig. She looked at it critically in the mirror. Looking across at the Black Mercedes. The larger of the two detectives opened the door to a plain. chuckling a bit at his conclusions. she took them inside and told Kunig.” she told him as he stood there agape while she stripped to her bra and panties. and got in. They both looked at her with admiration. When Peter got back. critically. He noticed several things. The socks that the arrested man was wearing did not match the tennis shoes. and the hat didn’t match the suit. He shrugged as if to say. “Yes.” she opened my mouth. 29 . two police detectives walked out holding a bleeding. April interposed. more nattily dressed with a hat on his head.just to be safe.” “Thank you. The driver. and when we reached far enough away. The crazed. and he cut her off. particularly since he was supposed to be a stereotype right out of COPS. while the other. The expensive loafers that the thinner detective was wearing seemed to be too big. She gave him a knowing look.” April whispered. Evidently he had been beaten. “Walk me to the men’s room. if they’re anything typical of Wesley’s men they drink coffee like it was going out of style. “But . “What? You think I’m kidding when I say I’ve lived with this for twenty years?” Looking at them both. Ma’am” Bookend One said. and then at the trio piling into the green Chrysler. of a limousine looked at the same scenario and saw something else. Eight minutes later.
gorgeous legs. Peter choked on something. In anyone else.” She teased him. with anyone. “April. “You didn’t have to push me in so hard. “No. however the arrangement at the police station fell through. Fl 33119. she have thought his question bold and out of place.” “You always could think your way out of a tight spot. but his meaning brought her remembered pain. smooth and flawless.” he complained. so I got out. flat stomach. Along the way they had developed their own secret speech. Valda. of waiting. *** Not in all his days would Peter have thought he would get an erection in the men’s bathroom of the police station. I couldn’t live with myself if anymore cops had died.” She replied meaning “past tense”. but it had happened to him. “I will. someone figured I’d gone to the police. “For now. It was Wesley.” Peter’s eyebrow quirked at me. She handed him a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his face with. Miami Beach.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. you and I are the only people with the location. That red bra against her beautiful coppery skin. you did good. and you do the same. I explained what happened. There was no sense of fright to this urgency.” she told him. particularly while another man was in there.” She looked at him to see his reaction to this. he would not have asked. “Come on. with a hint of nipple areole showing. Is there a problem?” He explained that Patrick thought the location might be compromised.” She told him tightly. “Where to?” Peter asked. tell me you aren’t at the house” he preambled. then coughed. He really was a sport for going along with her idea. April’s cellular chirped and she jumped.” She said. “No. small waist. With anyone else.” Kunig didn’t look too happy. Old friend. along with a heavy sense of expectancy. “Not the house -.” he admired.except for your team. merely that of rightness. Somehow he and April had both forgotten that Kunig was in the car with them. their own code. “I believe as soon as the cops died. meaning “complication?”. She had never felt like this before. that secret 30 . “Do be careful. There was curious sense of intimacy between them.DeDieu@gmail.com SCRIBD2 April turned around to the back seat and grinned at Kunig. whereas Peter had no problem. “I had to make it look authentic. “I’ll see you when we get there. but we’re on our way. “I’ll let you know when we get there. or necessarily. cared. I’ll tell you which exit to take when we’re approaching it. Kepper. take Alton to I-95. “Boyfriend?” he asked.” he asked.
The house in Coral Gables had been bought. ID both real and fake. Fl 33119. The real estate bust had opened up some prime property. But nothing there was as erotic as April flinging on a man’s suit in 15 seconds flat. the spy-er. with a choice of finishes and amenities. and all had been secured. *** Wesley called Patrick. He’d remember this to his dying day. food. storage keys and now that she was back as April Reina Madison Wintour. pens and sunglasses. and if he lived to be a hundred years old and touched her body every single day. she rummaged through her capacious handbag – it was one of the things where she would not stint on quality. he’ consider himself the most blessed of males. those mansions could be snapped up for a song –which Wesley had. some of her safe deposit keys…what the hell! 31 . that more or less resembled cookie-cutter rows of same patterns and Wesley stayed away from them. knowing that no system was entirely secure. The farther April got from the beach the more she knew she was missing something. What was it? She had all her essential bank papers. *** Keep your dogs close. under one of his holdings. including remote viewing over the internet. One after another after another fell from her bag as Peter and Kunig looked on in amusement. it was something very important. Miami Beach. Four pairs remained in her bags at all times. books. which he rarely used.DeDieu@gmail. only to find that he was already at the Coral Gables house. He knew better than to let April be taken to his Star Island address. such as Topia millwork.com SCRIBD2 ‘v’ between. concealed by a plain white thong panty…When she’d turned to flatten her breasts and Kunig’s pants had slipped down over her butt crack…He’d done some undercover stints at strip clubs. custom landscaped. in effect. making him. regardless of finish or quality. become the spied-upon. something she felt was vital to her mental health and continued well-being…thinking to jog her memory. “How many of these do you have?” Peter asked. ultra haute-end mansions on each with one full acre of land. and that the system could easily be hijacked or piggy-backed on to get into his computer. it was this one he had staffed and ready for whenever he needed a short stop off in Miami before his international trips. which was well known. quality. When the bottom fell out. One of the mansions in Coral Gables he liked better than the others. But Luxury Development took a different tack: to build. Valda. cash in her purse and false bottom.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. and Wesley had taken full advantage. Much of the development for Middle-Class Income in Miami consisted of houses. and your sunglasses closer. and never on his business laptop. The security on these modern palace was far superior to his older home on Star Island. Milan kitchens and rooftop or interior courtyard gardens. as were grooming products. trying to bust an ecstasy ring. along with four others. “Hmm?” she looked up. limestone or lava floors. in a luxury development.
“Call the groomer. They probably know already from your invoices what establishments you use.” April waved the suggestion off. 32 . Anyhow. she started a grooming and pet boarding shop that boomed just as quickly as her dog walking service. since she was certifiably gaga over all dogs.” Nice she thought. with the result that she was now quickly becoming as well-to-do as some of the people whose dogs she walked. “Damn. A long time ago she had started a dog walking service.” They each gave a patentedly pointed look at my cell phone sitting out in the open between the front seats.” Surprisingly. and didn’t need a David Barton’s gym membership to stay in shape. When I asked to speak to her. *** Gloria was a bubbly thing. soon after that. “Ha!” April returned skeptically. with fake boobs and a dog named Angel. except that she enjoyed her work far. “That won’t work. far more. and*67 your number – find out what the place looks like. either from a bill around the house or something. “Hey. I ditched it after I used it to stall the guy in my apartment. “How do I get one of these?” “You don’t. “Use this. damn. Our calls can remain anonymous and still get through. I needed to pick him up today. She told them impatiently. “What!” “We have to go back – my dog stayed overnight at the groomers. Every cop has an unblock to that feature.who said “We have to go back.” April asked. she didn’t keep me waiting.com SCRIBD2 “Oh damn!” She ejaculated. and quickly became one of the most popular dog walkers in South Beach. more out of concern for her than lack of feeling for her dog.” Both Peter and Kunig exploded.” Peter was quiet. “What’s up. damn! We have to go back. They must be calling my old cellular and receiving no answer. Miami Beach. As soon as she heard my voice. Fl 33119. and could track my location on it. we’re not going in blind. she lowered hers. “Not this one – I got rid of the other once I realized they knew where I was.DeDieu@gmail. Valda. it was only a matter of time before they got the phone number that I used. it was Kunig – April didn’t know he was a dog lover -.” Peter said. she’s got one of those features that blocks all incoming anonymous calls.” Peter handed her his cellular. Are you all right?” She whispered.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Once they knew where I lived.
five-ish. and a French poodle. so I suppose his love of chocolate comes deep in his DNA. particularly if there are dog cages in it. so you sent her with someone. “Are you really that heiress that had been missing for so long? I cracked up. I did whenever we holidayed over there. “My dog’s name is Shia pronounced SHY-A. I told him she” (my dog was a male) “ wasn’t ready. I suppose the problem came about when someone here decided to through a whole Mars bar to their dog or something. tell them that Shia was very sick and needed to be taken to the vet. not Shee-a.” 33 . so they will take you at your word. She was very quiet.” Kunig said. and Gloria wasn’t sending Shia anywhere with those goons. don’t take any risks for me.” We had only forty minutes to get to Miami Beach through rush hour traffic to pick up my dog. “These guys aren’t playing around. April heard the phone clatter and she said.” She told her urgently.DeDieu@gmail. are they watching front and back?” “No..” Damn Royal and all his bad seed ambitions to hell. April explained to her what she needed her to do. very well. Thank you Gloria.com SCRIBD2 “I had two people come in. Miami Beach. but I don’t forget my friends. But anything that leaves from the back will be seen.” She said. the one thing that sends Shia into a frenzy. “Is Paul in?” “He’s just leaving. Children over there drink watered down wine with their meals. then she asked me something I didn’t expect. But I don’t want her in any trouble so I asked her to put her in the back of Paul’s van and we’ll meet in South Pointe Park. They don’t know that you saw them waiting. out of breath. “Yes I am. I didn’t let him see that I knew he was full of shit. Paul was the owner of an environmentally friendly dry cleaning establishment next to hers. “Do me a favor. “Paul! “ There was some indistinct murmuring and she got back in. Couple that with the pick up word which is ‘chocolate’. Just the front. you need to handle this very. I mean that would be enough to make a small pet sick. It’s very bad. like I-A. The French give chocolate to their dogs.” “When they come in at four. “What time did you say he would be ready?” “I told them four. Valda. Fl 33119.. however not much –just little treats now and again.” “She’s a he.” April asked.” I hung up.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. “Stop him. This is related to that. “What was that all about?” Peter asked. “You give her chocolate? That’s bad for her. one of them said he was a friend picking up your dog. “Gloria. but he didn’t know the pick up word. He’s waiting outside. and I’m no alcoholic. They shared the same back space.” April warned her. Remember those two cops who died recently. so when they asked for ‘her’ Gloria knew I hadn’t sent them. Typical Gloria.
They turned in on the road leading to South Pointe Park. and there were handmade silk and lace gloves to match. turn right on Washington and Fifth to South Pointe Park” she told Peter. and had a fiancée. ** * APRIL’S PRIVATE HORROR: Royal almost succeeded in raping me I was sixteen. Besides. The whole program is underwritten by some very rich people (anonymous) grateful for the privilege of living in a dog-friendly area. Margery was already at the ball. Royal was now twenty-six. The dog park in South Beach contains a “doggy” bar. with many restaurants allowing patrons to seat themselves at the bar or tables outside where they and their dogs could get served. My father paid $65. lead. Brickell and the Ocean as far as the eye could see. which pleased my father greatly. vive la France” Peter said. I just forgot I’m one of them) on the exclusive Fisher Island and Star Island. she was my sponsor and would also take the place of my mother and present me along with my father. Dog loving is a serious business in South Beach. but she could never abide feeling vulnerable. Venetian Causeway Bridge. you get gift certificates from several grateful merchants in South Beach for discounts and/or merchandise worth up to $10 sometimes as much as $20 each. a doggy splash fountain and a place reserved exclusively for dogs to swim in the ocean. my shoes were one-of-a-kind Manolo Blanicks with Swarovski Crystals. a spectacular dog friendly park with views of Government Cut. There is even a reward program instilled by the dog-patrol (who voluntarily scoop up poop). Valda. SCRIBD2 “Back on I-95. But whatever sick compulsion drove him got into him that night. Fisher Island and the Ocean. Royal was to escort me to my Godmother’s house where we would pick up Wesley. with little fire hydrants and bowls of water.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266.000 for a white silk and satin gown lined with pearls from top to bottom. “Vive la France” Kunig and April echoed. Fl 33119. my favorite designer. and there was no stopping him… 34 . along with “pooper-scooper” bag dispensers.DeDieu@gmail. Still if in their relationship she turned out to be the boss then this just might be the right side of heaven. A smart man is never so smart as when he lets the smart woman who is right for him. If you are seen scooping your poop. eccentric and reclusive (oops. Miami Beach. now retired. It was a spring night and I was getting ready for the debutante’s ball. The high rises there were understandably opulent. not to mention the homes of the rich and famous. since they came with forever views of the entire Downtown Miami. She couldn’t feel vulnerable and sexy at the same time. I thought I was safe. maybe it was her relationship with Royal.com “Well then. get off Alton and 5th. To prevent fraud the doggy patrol will take your picture and distribute it among their list of merchants. She had no idea why when she spoke in that manner he would get this little smirk on his face. My gown was made by Valentino.
When she saw me. and I gave him my virginity. Royal asked him to wait in the car and he cornered me in my room. His voice thick with lust. but my dress was ruined. and when he flung me on the bed. and his arms pinioned me and I couldn’t move. you have a heart even more beautiful. his penis came out coated in blood. *** Peter rummaged through his thoughts and feelings about the lady sitting next to him. and waited by the stairs since were to pick up Wesley at his house. You will now wear this for courage too. there was a World War going on. He turned the steering wheel to avoid a wandering cyclist. She brought me brandy. I knew. Somehow. I knew. she had known all along. he had not succeeded. “When I wore this. hard on his shoulder. purity and wisdom…when I wore this I was the envy of 5000 other debutants. I wore this necklace for courage. there were no words. and my fiancé going off to the Air force. and once I had swallowed some. 35 . Miami Beach.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. none of whom. lead glass perfume bottle I’d tossed on the bed. Instead. “Drive to Ma Mere’s house” I blubbered. questioned me with her eyes. I called Margery and she left the ball in a hurry. I scooted back as I reached for anything. he knew subconsciously somewhere. I clung to her for dear life as she walked me into her home. and told me. could touch me. do you hear me?” I looked at this tiny woman. You are very beautiful April. William our chauffer’s eyes widened when he saw me. bravery. Oh. gently. handbag and fled. picked up my skirt. One look at her face told me all I needed to know. She slapped my face. I was shaking. After taking a quick shower. he had not known she’d existed. Twenty-four hours ago. pear shaped. That night. I think he intended to rape me. a flawless four carat pink diamond in filigree lace Victorian gold chain. “You are going to your debutante’s ball. that kiss between a brother and sister would be as terrible a desecration as the other…His body urgent and hard against mine filled me with revulsion. since you succeeded in protecting yours.DeDieu@gmail. I grabbed it and hit him. tears spilling down my cheeks. that night. he moved me with his body on to the bed. and that I believe comes partly from your courage. That spawn from hell is not going to ruin your night. She knew. and had endured so much tragedy in her life and I knew I was going to do what she said. that night. The burning pain as he tried to shove into me seared and I shifted. who stood ramrod straight.” And she was right.com SCRIBD2 William the chauffer had the car ready. yet more than that. I fell in love. as I danced with Wesley. but to meet her went beyond his wildest expectations for himself. I shook my head – no. I would never see him again. deep in his thoughts. and Royal’s fiancée at hers. William’s kindly face grew grim. Fl 33119. and then have the pleasure of seeing me dance with Wesley as if nothing had happened… He was very strong. Valda. anything I could find. and my hand closed on a heavy. she helped me put on her dress she had worn to her debutante’s ball…and she gave me a special present. A diamond necklace. not even yelling as he normally would. I moved my face this way and that to avoid his lips. I sat up and retched all over his shoes…but that didn’t stop him from pulling down my panties and trying to penetrate. I believe you will be too.
the bigger the turn on. we need the outside. in which a man poured all of his yearning for one woman. but it is only so much icing on the cake. on cassette that he’d lost sometime ago. that mysterious and unseen entity that corporations pretended to serve and tried to shape into liking what provided them the most profit. So the bigger and the more of the visual that turns us on. so much so. subtly sexual song on Saxophone. that we sometimes think there is no time for introspection. Fl 33119. He reached out and turned on the radio. for without constant self-examination. The dog on the front seat was dancing all over . dry cleaners van. Miami Beach. somehow is complete in all that she is.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. His generation had had some of the best songs: Dave Mathew’s “Crash into Me”. Sometimes the definitive piece of music by an artist was that one song. in objects before the camera lens on the tube and screen. Right? He blew out a pent up breath explosively. practically doing cart wheels. And we poor males more than any other of the species tend to be vulnerable. his little puff of a tail wagging so fast it was a 36 . without the cake the icing can be sickening. Until we meet the She. why search? This life is so busy. reverence and value supplied by the inside. and therefore we allow others to create our fantasy for us. He shook off his thoughts at the sound of several joyful “yips” coming from a white. for us. technology was a wonderful tool.com SCRIBD2 We live in a world where Celebrity prompts us to feel that the perfection we seek which is an inner quality brought about my our deepest. “She is Michelle”. Shallow creatures we are. which expresses that love and yearning which takes us back to a place within ourselves that is older than time itself. instead of representing the demise of music as the was predicted because of the Internet. But with the cake. which is the most and the best kind of right. Since then he’d searched on You Tube. Because Love at its truest and greatest extracts something which brings out the majesty of the Creator within all of us. as if he could command it on the airwaves by his thoughts. She is Michelle. but right on soul-deep level. in the hands of people. Gato Barbieri’s tune. The one woman who. He remembered an old Gato Barbieri tune. Peter had never heard it without being moved. realism. Aretha Franklin’s “You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman”. without being asked. long faded from the memories of the “collective” public. the icing is a delicious luxury that heightens the delectability of the cake. Percy Sledge’s version of “When A Man Loves A Woman”. most hidden and innate needs wants and desires can somehow be expressed and therefore found. Because we are a visual pack. its uses as diverse as the people wielding it. Valda. yet as pure as a child’s need. was an elegant.DeDieu@gmail. what is there? With instant selfgratification. this is the truest indication of God being in the order of the Cosmos. his longing. Having so much before us visually causes us to implant out own feelings onto what we see. On You Tube could be found obscure and old music. You Tube. had proven instead that. that she unwittingly is the personification of all of our dreams and therefore shows us how shallow and empty all that is outside can be without the truth. and of his mercy and concern. Bruce Hornsby and the Range’s “Mandolin Rain”…meeting someone right who is wrong in the conventional sense. hoping someone had posted it up.
S. As a baby. he was ten years old. April dashed out of the car even before the engine stopped running. for tonight. Having April had confined his mother to bed for six long months. April was sickened and saddened. bulwarked by intelligence greater than average. at $4000 a bottle. the high that came from controlling vast amounts of money. He wasn’t a pedophile. quiet men.com SCRIBD2 white blur and the man sitting in there with sunglasses was grinning with delight even if he seemed to have a hard time controlling him. When April had been born. kissing her all over her face. there was nothing that marriage and children could give him that he didn’t have. Cognac. She promised to come in tomorrow and be part of the televised press conference. Having his baby sister under his thumb gave him that sense of power too. Anything small and helpless gave him a thrill. could not begin to be compared to. and a taste. She had met his security team. Fl 33119. Her dog took a flying leap in a graceful arc through the window and landed in her arms. Still. There was a reward and a phone line set up for tips. He had everything. like grey ash. Miami Beach. after which her health had been indifferent. in all of their mouths. He supposed his perversion with his sister came from something deeper than mere sexual deviance. Valda. April had shown the Creole heritage that was passed down on both sides of the family. very serious. She lifted up her face and Peter in that instant saw the true April as she pealed out laughter in pure joy. “So how are you. It was a darker impulse ruled by the incursion any child felt with the introduction of a new sibling. Courvoisier Succession J. you would not have known for how overjoyed they all were over the brat. he enjoyed women’s bodies as much as the next man. Pacing his Fifth Avenue Penthouse he longed for something.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. with radiating a subtle strength. and could only turn away brooding by herself in the bedroom Wesley had set up for her. not in the strictest sense. they were in time for the nightly news which went over and over again in grisly detail every aspect of the death of the two police officers. she knew that they were safe . anything that could make him feel omnipotent. holding back the impulse to poke out her eyes or strangle her until her face turned blue.DeDieu@gmail. *** Royal wasn’t getting any sleep. She didn’t use baby language with her dog. instead she spoke to him like she would another human being that she was overjoyed to meet. and they were all up to par. He took a sip of the Brandy. and the power it gave. That dog must have an insane sense of smell. and discarded them as easily. leaving a pall in the house. April came along and took that away from him. though. but made perverse by the circumstances under which she had been thrust on him. but he now played instead with people’s lives. She had asked both Kunig and Peter not to tell their captain the address of the place for reasons of privacy and safety. 37 . He was the center of attention and the darling. and she could get some sleep. Guy? Did you have a good time at the groomers?” Kunig looked at her and rolled his eyes. and the ruler of the roost by then. only the best. he would stare at her for so long. They got to the Coral Gables house at six pm. Sometimes as a baby. He had given up blow a long time ago. including his mother’s devoted attention.
a heritage and lineage handed to his ancestors from the Saxons -. and a beautiful home. but she had been with him exactly a year and gave excellent blowjobs since she appeared to islike intimacy.that excited him.com SCRIBD2 although her eyes were dark blue until she was three months. like a shy. Until that time. a driver to take them wherever they wished. but no direction. which gave him his cruelty. He supposed at some time that sex had been forced on her. even to the point where members of the Aristocracy . 38 . that French Aristocratic bloodline. his long sensitive fingers curling around the cutter in a possessive embrace. After that. and inheritance. Both sides of the family had ties to France. had received $250. Having sex with Sophie then was a bonus. Because he knew he was a cruel man.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. when she came home she found all her bags packed with the doorman downstairs. His mother often said that she was the picture of her father’s mother. Instead he had waited six weeks after that. and in a time when slaves from Colonial holdings with European heritage in them could find freedom there. and her color had darkened to a satiny smooth indescribable shade that was equal parts cinnamon. or guidance. in France. there were very few women who refused or defied him. He didn’t know.000 dollars depending on the length of the relationship. they had a clothing allowance. or cared. he was very careful in how he expressed his fantasies with the women he dated. her name was Sophie. he was generous enough with them. and in his own way. what she had done with it.and their forebears. bronze and gold. indulgences and vices. and gave him a thrill like no other. He refused to allow anyone to get close enough to him to see that. He blew out some smoke rings. the door locks changed and an envelope with a check inside for $250. credit cards to spend.DeDieu@gmail. When he told them it was time to go. he would have kept her longer. and which he had never forgotten. Close enough that Sophie. and cachet and acceptance in Europe.000 dollars. many of the richest families had more than a drop of the rich black blood in them. He supposed it was that Creole heritage. Valda. sensitive to that sort of thing. puffing on the Padron Corticos Cigar that had been teasing his nostrils. But his sister and her ability to thwart him was like a fever in his blood. young girl.000. However long they stayed. close enough to what he had with April. with a hint of pink coppery undertones. giving them title and wealth. perhaps by “daddy” and he was turned on -. he often offered them a parting gift of anything from $25. One woman. with children sired of descendents of slaves had a name. No one else had come close to knowing his little secret. Women came. that had fathered children by slaves and acknowledged them. then sent her to a spa. self-conscious of her body… With his wealth. He clipped the end off the cigar abruptly.000 to $100. Miami Beach. the Vikings. had appeared to suspect something when he mentioned his sister’s name. Then they had turned a deep rich brown with strange lights in them. Fl 33119. He surmised that some of it would be well used if it bought her some therapy. bringing back memories of own times with his sister. and looks. in a world riddled with the results of their parents’ mistakes.
He had too much to lose. 39 . but neither of them watched. why did she come to them? Kunig thought that what she was hiding was perhaps that she was involved in something illegal or was hiding some crime of some sort. dark hunger within himself. he’d have her without risk. he could have her without fear of exposure. Wesley. The owner of the house. His face hardened. Fl 33119. knocked on it and after a brief conversation with her.” It was Kunig who first broke the silence. but had held back information for her own purpose. and evidently.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. had introduced himself. but for a different reason. if she did not rightfully own more than half his fortune. and put his everything he had worked for. His father had been insane when he wrote that will and had he been older. looked at both of them measuringly. “We’re going to have the get the full story. His hands reached for the phone. If she were not his sister. Both were lost in their thoughts.com SCRIBD2 It was surprising how razor thin the line was between love and hate. What he couldn’t help thinking was that she had an ulterior motive – a hidden agenda. Valda. resembling her in her prime. stuck to them without communicating much. He wished there were a way for them to coexist. perhaps some kind of arrangement where she would be available to him in some capacity which did not entail danger to him. Miami Beach. it was surprising how razor sharp too…He had walked that line since he was ten years old. through no fault of his own. his parents had seen fit to procreate and thrust upon him this person who was in some strange sense a nemesis. If she wasn’t expecting the police to protect her. that he could have. Knowing she had come back had awakened some deep. but he only felt fully alive when confronting.DeDieu@gmail. She had gone to bed as soon as the news was over – the security team they had met on site had made their own arrangements. Peter shook his head. he would have had him declared just so. taken himself somewhere on the other side of the house. If it were possible he would arrange to have her brought to him so he could … have her…if that option were available to him it would take some time before he would kill her – because kill her he must. No way would he begin to share with her what was rightfully his by birthright and ownership. Still. he ached for some release. and be done with them. That she had a legitimate fear was proven without a shadow of a doubt. but she couldn’t have two strikes against her and live. pay off. something perhaps he should fear. He’d bet his life that April had told the truth. A weakness like that made him vulnerable. something doesn’t quite hang together for me. that she was a victim was even more clear to him. *** It was 12:30 am. his entire fortune at risk. They had put the television on to the Comedy Channel. There were plenty of escorts he could hire to his exact specifications. then walked to April’s door. but maybe it would help him to get rid of that constant nagging ache he felt when he thought of her. “Too many missing threads.” Peter was of the same opinion. Kepper and Peter sprawled wearily in the sitting room of the suite next to April’s.
this was at a time when being a woman. the father wanted to be sure that the family fortune was preserved. you name it. certainly she wanted him to not be at risk. but for the close brother/sister relationship that she implied. however. Kunig whistled again. since he’s the elder. What was the reason for that?” “It seems the brother was a bit wild in his younger years. he would have expected at least some gesture.com SCRIBD2 Everyone had criminal tendencies. alcohol. “”Whew! Harsh. but she’s not sure. I have a feeling that she lets you know only what she wants you to.” “Not in matters of Homeland Security. and she wasn’t one of them.even while her brother ostensibly ran things. and a young one at that placed her at a disadvantage. “Sweet! I’d like to get me some of that work…” He looked at Peter suspiciously. “I think we should both get some sleep. So he needed to dial him down before he got too fond of whatever his imagination was cooking up. the entire fortune reverts to a trust – he gets nothing. and she’s not going to say until she is.” 40 . which is strange. We’ve got jurisdiction. they were a part of human nature. “When did she tell you all of this?” “When you were in the bathroom. “That won’t be easy. April was a lot younger than her brother. “Not entirely. She came to us.” He did not say that he thought it odd that April had not even telephoned her brother. drugs.” Kunig stood up – his room was next to this one. Miami Beach. there is enough there to read between the lines. Do you think it could be her brother? After all. But there were definite criminal types. We have to get her to give us more to go on. To have Kunig continue half cocked on some half-assed theory that would only trip them up. So he came up with an idea that would check him. he benefits the most if she dies. we should be hearing from the feebs. I think she has an idea of who it is.DeDieu@gmail. unfortunately. but that she would have the bigger say-.” Peter named Royal’s annual income. I’d say.” Kunig let out a slow whistle. which is why he structured the will so that they both had a hand in the running of the family fortune. Perhaps the rich did family relations differently… He yawned. Valda.” Peter thought on this. “I’ll tell you one thing – she’s scared. We have to get her to talk. I’ve noticed she seems rather protective of him. but she told me the conditions of the will were that if she dies before her brother. He’s amply compensated. but he felt she showed the most promise.” Kunig shook his head. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow and once that damn press conference is through.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Wanna bet that they’re going to try to take over?” Peter responded mildly. “I can’t wait. “They can do what they want. plus I read her statement. Fl 33119. was out of the question.
The Police Commissioner and Police Chief ranged April on one side and on the other side. not as yet her brother. Although a less than prepossessing personage in her quiet grey suit over a dumpy figure. the Captain of MDPD and the Mayor himself.” Here she stepped back. I am also. Peter was glad to see that Wesley’s men were hard-eyed professionals. over and over again. But no less so than two hours ago when she stepped out of her room… *** They had been discussing their options for transportation to the Courthouse steps where the press conference was supposed to have taken place. Valda.000 bount in addition to Crime Stoppers’ as an incentive to whoever may have information leading to the arrest and conviction of that person.” *** CHAPTER FOUR: THE ITSY BITSY SPIDER… Twelve hours later. All eleven of them had sat around at the table that morning. mussed hair. 41 . but still. and it had its desired effect. To that end. The crowd calmed down magically. or her identity – but rest assured.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. graying short hair and flat heels. their deaths will not go unpunished. Tragically. She and Wesley had a private talk in his room. I am cooperating fully with investigative authorities to ensure that that person is brought to swift and speedy justice.DeDieu@gmail. I’d say we have juris-fuckin-diction. smeared lipstick. whatever it was it had been emotional. Peter was floored with admiration.com SCRIBD2 “Two cops are dead. Peter felt a sense of relief. it was a gesture of command that came automatically. flushed cheeks. because I don’t know his. “Twenty-four hours ago. Not one of them gawked at April. Whoever has made me a target is the same faceless coward that has put me and my brother’s life in harm’s way. Fl 33119. At this point.000. April held out her hand for quiet. the sheen of tears clearly visible in her eye behind the wire –rimmed glasses she wore. shoving crowd of photographers and journalists. but with the exception of two clearly visible lipstick stains on his cheeks. Miami Beach. It was like a scene at a rock concert. Wesley and April emerged as immaculate as they went in. or persons. with the permission of the police chief here”-Here she glances at Chief Richards—Masterful. I am putting up my own personal $1. two very brave men died in that attempt. “donating equal amounts to the survivors’ fund for the families of these two valiant men. The entire crowd erupted. Two of Wesley’s security detail and two more plainclothes police detectives made up the contingent. I have stopped running. April had spoken to her lawyers . I’m here to say that at this point. though two clearly had a hard time looking away from her. Peter and Kunig watched a live television broadcast as April stood before a shouting. Peter thought. in an ongoing case which we are investigating. I was the target of a ruthless attempt on my life. I cannot say who that person is. Peter looked carefully for signs of intimacy.
“The eye believes what it sees. Kunig and Peter were to be at her side. I would already be dead. or the expectation of ever having any?” She straightened up. and would remain in the house. “Well. “Guys. teacher. 24/7.com SCRIBD2 Three of the men were on Wesley’s personal year-round detail. and Peter had suggested the addition of a woman. April seemed on the verge of reminding him that they were two very well-trained police officers now very dead. “None of you have any idea what we’re dealing with here—not one. if they did. She really did look like a teacher in that getup. pulling them off their other cases and putting them on this one full time. “is the image you are going to be showing to the television cameras. only slightly less so. but she stopped. the only way I’m going to get close to whoever is targeting me.” Peter responded mildly. the chief had spoken to them this morning. you are talking about putting a woman out there as bait. “But as a trained police officer she can take handle herself.”—She gestured with her hands for them to wait and disappeared into her room. she rejoined. let me. Are you prepared. Valda. to guard me for twenty years? You? Detective? You? You? Any of you? Do you have lives. as a decoy for me. looking like this. And it’s going to be completely 42 .” Her smile became mischievous.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. I cannot allow that. I wanted to do this before the FBI got involved. Fl 33119. “Please. Miami Beach. Twenty minutes later. and nowhere is that more so than on television. “This is not about sexism. including April herself. leaned forward. looking around the table at each of them in turn. and their jaws dropped to the floor. “So you plan on dressing like this and getting a job in your brother’s firm?” Peter lifted his hand as she was going to answer. Whoever is looking for me has no idea of what I look like now. worldwide. this is very different. No one else. Patrick and his three hired just for the occasion were in charge of logistics.” She replied firmly. Besides. we’re going to approach this a different way. They had discussed the viability of a safe-house. remarks heated to his mild. I want to wear a disguise. When people think of the long-lost heiress. she emerged.” Peter gestured to said getup. is to get inside my own organization.” When they had picked their jaws up. Kepper stopped goggling long enough to ask the obvious question. wives.” She stood up. knows what I look like in person. with the exception of your captain and you – here with me now. “This. her body rigid with determination. This person has pursued me for twenty years – and they can invest twenty more. a police officer who resembled April closely enough to be her double when she objected most strenuously to his idea. Detective. details pertaining to transport and securing the vicinity around April wherever she went . “I cannot in all conscience agree to that – I will not have anyone else’s death on my hands. “This has got to stop. looking like me. she explained to them what she was planning to do. I’m sure she would be grateful to hear your concern for her. this is who they are going to be seeing in their mind’s eye. Lieutenant.DeDieu@gmail.” The whole table dissolved in laughter. and to do this. is the picture that is going to be splashed all over television. You. children. and I’m going to keep it that way…the only way I’m going to find out.” He could see that he had almost overstepped. Instead.
Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. As if she knew.” April threw her head back and laughed. and she looked at him. Whoever it is can only have gotten more powerful as time has gone on. looks like it’s going to be you. Her eyes narrowed. correct?” Wesley grinned. “People believe what they see. I’ve some business in Dubai that he’s been dying to edge me out of. Everybody loves an underdog. a pro with numbers and great legs to boot.” “Well. with that person getting clean away. or had seen it would never forget it. which is why if I cut and/or dye and straighten my hair. and dangerous. “All’s fair.DeDieu@gmail. she would know where the information had come from. and feels a certain sense of loyalty to. I’m betting that if you hire some whiz kid. she called on him. you’ve got all that money…once they figure out. this is what I look like. however. She could tell what he was thinking. What she was proposing was ingenious. “Wesley?” She smiled. To expose that person without proof. you’ve been hiding out for twenty years…although it’s going to be a tad disappointing to some people. To the world. their awkward moment earlier forgotten. which sobered everybody up. that you did not. and could not. “If my brother still hates you as much as he did then.” At their questioning looks he explained. My administrative assistant has grown three inches in the neck craning his head around my desk to look at these papers. after all. To which she responded that she would not get comfortable enough to smile. he thought. dazzled. then disengaged. Once that happens. but – thanks Peter!” She smiled at him entirely. “My administrative assistant is his informant. after all. Anyone who knew it. Who do you have in his organization?” Wesley shook his head. to even give them the slightest hint that they are the possible object of scrutiny would be to ensure my brother’s death. he’d try and steal her away from you. I use him to get rid of bad investments. you are going to have their sympathy…and their blessing. Fl 33119. sort of like the Oprah during her plump years effect.” 43 . and she him. He read her. her laughter so infectious that the entire table dissolved with mirth. “I’m not telling.” Peter could not help smiling. she was a formidable adversary. again. that one. She had effectively just narrowed a list of informants among the police and Wesley’s team Now if anyone went after her in her non-heiress disguise while she was conducting her investigations at her brother’s firm. “Say no more. I palm them off on Royal. I didn’t think of that. For several seconds they looked at each other. They could see why she had survived for twenty years – in her way. I’ve told you that I’ve believed for sometime now that it is someone high up in my bother’s organization who wants me dead.com SCRIBD2 natural and explainable to them. You could blow the guy away in front of the entire Supreme Court and everyone would applaud you. there is very little chance anyone would even imagine me in the slightest way resembling the ‘missing heiress’. Miami Beach. challengingly. her smile just for him. Peter. touch any of it for fear it would create a trail back to you. and said as much. Valda. I cannot allow that to happen. unexpected. it is only a matter of time before I’m dead too. thought that she could disguise anything but that smile. and show up in slightly provocative outfits totally at odds to this one. Wesley frowned thoughtfully. Um. She was always thinking. and it is someone whom my brother trusts.
” she said. “My brother’s background team would research you as police officers in no time. she still had something. “Okay. “I’m not sending you in there alone. one assistant slash bodyguard and two police officers. it’s going to cause unwanted attention.” “You've said people see what they want to see. to be around. your brother is going to be circumspect on the job and not get too close. All that baby-fat at eight had gone straight to dumpiness.DeDieu@gmail. taking in the news conference with as much impatient anticipation as he had waited for those fireworks so long ago… *** 44 . then having your own bodyguard along with one police officer…” “Two” Peter interjected firmly. In a week. She still stirred his loins…He stared at his screen. they’ll be used to you – meantime. *** Royal was watching along with everyone else –the whole world. if I hint that you have some connection with Saudi royalty. “There is no way that either of you could pose as anything other than who you are. “How about you‘re some Harvard-educated. police officers. dying to experience the pleasures of the sinful American life…” “Mmmm. Fl 33119.” Only Peter was not pleased. Miami Beach. Kepper thought the rich were weird. Funny thing was. what we have to do is to have a reason for you two. Giving them what they expect is the best camouflage. Valda. but how are you going to keep him at arm’s length after hours— you know his reputation.com SCRIBD2 They all cracked up again. he was taking no chances on not being part of this. Besides. “I’ll set it up. liberal Dubai engineer and government consultant on a six months’ visa here. even dumpy and fat. You’ve got me sold. He felt a bit disappointed at how his sister appeared. and all the more odd that she took it so matter-of-factly. “Complication. You need someone with you. how are we to protect you when you’re going to be going to your brother’s firm every day? How do you explain two cops?” Wesley agreed. you’ll have all the protection you need…” *** Which was why Peter and Kunig were now watching the press conference from the Police station instead of being with the official police presence in front of the crowd.” She said.” Peter thought that was an odd question to ask.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Wesley? Any suggestions?” “Well.” “That’s quite a retinue to carry around with me while I’m working. Where was the stunning girl that had showed so much promise of beauty at fifteen? At twenty she had been a doll.
etc. They’ve rushed him to Mt. remove all official records regarding April’s current height. Fl 33119. Sinai’s trauma center. he had not committed himself. All was milling and confusion. he said. Valda. There were no official channels for this. She cried soundlessly. with the intense grief of a child. and next. April?” Wesley’s deep voice steadied her. wracking her shoulders. This was all pent-up emotion. twenty years in the making. Still. Captain Richards had the orders putting them on detail with April. “Damn it!’Peter swore. April had been right. and handed it to her. This was all and out war. He knew immediately what he meant. and on to a Saudi princess who was an engineer. As soon as he had heard that gunshot. much like the calm before the storm.” This was one of these cases. he had promised to think about it.” They both looked at each other. April was as good as dead. Wesley’s man came over to her in his shirtsleeves. and she had been treated by him in the limo. Kunig to find out the status of the Captain. his quick action in getting her out of harm’s way had probably saved her life. he spoke quietly. she’s alright. Patrick held her.” Kunig came back. He’d then picked her up. Patrick. The Captain had once said to them after an unorthodox handling of a case that it was sometimes better to “ask for forgiveness than permission when circumstances merited it. take themselves off detail with April according to official records. Wesley’s two man team grabbed April and half-lifted her out of the way. and her entire shoulder was sore. Her cellular had been lost in the confusion. Sinai. took her to the waiting limousine. Wesley’s voice came through –“She’s all right. behind the courthouse pillars. Miami Beach.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. gave her something to focus on. Although they had run her idea to infiltrate her own organization past him. For a while. All was still when a high Crack! Crack ! hit the crowd and sent it running. “Chief Richards has been hit. he’d flung her out of harm’s way. Both he and Kunig got on their radios. She was now holding an ice-pack to the shoulder. He should have seen this coming. It’s serious. “That was the sound of a rifle!” Peter and Kunig watched with dismay… April was clutching at her chest. she had fallen with the sound of the first shot.DeDieu@gmail. no one knew what was going on.” Peter instructed Kunig. *** April winced as she sat up. Patrick told her the ambulance had taken Captain Richards to Mt. and they drove away. As soon as the announcement of a press conference where the famed heiress would be speaking was announced. It hurt. They needed to do two things. The damn bullet stung like hell. not knowing what to say. First. weight description. “The orders. finding the whole idea ludicrous. Captain Richards had fallen after something red bloomed in his chest. Peter to find out about April.com SCRIBD2 The mayor was speaking…there was a hush. yet again. 45 . “Are you alright. Calling Wesley on the phone. “What was that!” Kunig gasped. The bullet-proof vest we insisted she wore underneath all that padding saved her life. Her life could depend on that.
anything that had to do with the original configuration of the case. and he looked around. We’re going with your plan. It was enough just to hear his voice.” She clicked off. “It’s a bit risky. warily. who patted her hand. She picked up. “We have to. he waited for confirmation and the response he required. I have to hole up somewhere. Surely they must know by now what had taken place. There must be no connection between me and the Saudi engineer I’m going to be. He shook his head. She thought about Peter.” he reported with satisfaction. He spoke to the team leader at the house. but I doubt that whoever fired that shot would be tailing us right now. let’s keep it that way. call Peter. He nodded. 46 . Then he said. The car spun around. for a long minute. For a long minute she cradled the phone between her ear. At this point. “We’re not going back to the house in Coral Gables.” he said. no one is sure whether I’m alive or dead. coming from her purse. For now. and she looked at Patrick. Let me speak to Patrick. Wesley.” Wesley went very quiet.” She was right. Knocking on the glass window between his driver and themselves he gave him a few quiet instructions. and Wesley. I was seen getting into Wesley’s limo. and picked up his. There. Miami Beach. “But you’re an innocent too. Patrick hoped that she was sensible enough not to argue. April was lost in thought. questioningly. we don’t know yet if that has been compromised. “Peter.” Patrick gave her back her cell phone. Texting a message to Wesley. I have to be seen leaving. They’ll pick up my trail when I register at the Palms. Her cell phone.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. and handed the phone back to Patrick. “Let’s go.” April gestured frantically. A few minutes later it came. We’ll handle the Feds when they come around. tell him we’re going to be at the Coral Gables house long enough for me to get changed and then we’ll be at Wesley’s suite at the Palms hotel in Coconut Grove. it was Peter. “Everything seems quiet. and her uninjured shoulder. His instincts told him to get her the hell out of there as soon as possible.” Patrick said. “Patrick. It was good.DeDieu@gmail. but I won’t be there. they needed to get out of the vicinity as quickly as possible. April.” Patrick disagreed but kept quiet.com SCRIBD2 “I thought coming back would make a difference. Fl 33119. he’s killing innocent people. never forget that. let me call you back. “Where are we headed?” She asked. April said. April immediately noticed. Then he continued “Kunig and I destroyed the papers.” She said. and smiled reassuringly. A phone rang. did a U-turn and made a beeline for the closest exit to the expressway. Valda. instead. There were no words. “Hold on.” She looked at Patrick. It rang again.” She passed over her phone to Patrick who took it in his ear and said. in the corner of the seat. “Hey you.
The surgeon told the detectives. he would have felt the same way. willowy woman with soft curls and coffee skin sat next to her children. but we have every expectation that he’ll come out of it. How is someone going to follow you in a private jet or helicopter ?” She didn’t disappoint him. Five hundred million dollars. Kunig and Peter thanked him. It was Peter who walked over and asked if he could get her coffee. a tall. She was so vital. he’s flying you out immediately to New York. Twenty minutes later. it’s better we stay that way. She shook her head. “And you’ve got ambitions there? You’re way out of your league. both teenagers. She looked over at them and made a small gesture that could have passed for a smile. “Only family members are allowed -. On the way out. He’ll be intensive care. lost in thought. Fl 33119.you can go in. the surgeon walked out.” Peter had never thought of it. With all this confusion this is the best time to disappear.” Mrs. Richards held on to her children and started to cry. Valda. “Whew!” He looked at Peter. And April herself was exceptional in that regard. they greeted several other police officers coming in. he said. Sinai. “Look. or anything.” he said. she didn’t waste her time arguing. so real. The Captain’s wife. and politics – I don’t see where someone who wants to kill her just for money would go through all this?” Peter answered. somber.DeDieu@gmail.” he added to Mrs. someone pretty high up and powerful. How much do you think April’s worth?” Kunig thought. “We got the bullet out of him. Richards. male to female. “I did some research on Google online on the family. surprised him. however. and they’re willing to go even through the Police Captain himself to do it? It must be as she said. What she asked next. although sobered at the Captain’s condition. The mood in the car was quiet. “Someone wants the lady dead. “I’ve never had a case turn so ugly. I’d say. he saw her in terms that were primal.com SCRIBD2 “Wesley asked that I take you to his private airport. He’s in a coma. Perhaps because she never gave a sense of her money being more than who she was. man to woman--a deeper sense that was more real than anything around them both. Both Kunig and Peter felt her pain. “What about Shia?” *** Both Kunig and Peter were in the waiting room at Mt.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. “Upwards of 100 million. Had she had not a penny. But who has that kind of power and influence? Only people with ties to government. When he saw April. Miami Beach.” Kunig said. so quickly. so down to earth that her money 47 . All were grateful to hear the news.” Anticipating her objections. his face inexpressibly weary. now all that’s left is recovery. and left. Someone so insulated with money that they’ve lost all touch with reality. while we’re mobile.” Kunig whistled. “Wrap your mind around that. It had been a long time since she had ever thought her husband would be in harm’s way.” Peter told him. “Half a Billion.
Perhaps if she had not had a father who loved her as much as he did she would have been a very different person. He had been more than just lucky to merge unscathed. is the best indicator of danger. To allow your tormentor the satisfaction of seeing your pain is to invite more. in mind and body. Sometimes trauma would shock you. He could not chance it. Instead. and so that his team would not lead anyone to where they were he had instructed them all to take the next commercial flight out the next day. She showed a strength and a resilience that cut right through his core. and no more would she search herself. Valda. Maybe her innate sense of decency kept her pure. He could not imagine what it would have been like to have to watch your back for twenty years. hell it’s about as much as the city’s monthly budget. and he would never forget it. Fl 33119. However. and endure. All his years in the Military. how to hide and dissimulate.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. trying to find some understanding of where she had gone wrong . and delayed reaction would follow. hell . What he had taken away. You think it crazy someone would kill for a chance to handle five hundred million dollars? The interest that makes in a day alone is more than the combined salaries of the entire precinct. with no one at your side. She had largely emerged with a sense of who she was. she has long learned to shield them. and more… Those question and their answers could not be seen in April’s eyes. and delay. nothing was still as it would be if a predator were around. had taught him that .com SCRIBD2 accomplished what rubbing did to a diamond. and gave it luster. he thought. people kill for half a million. his hands at the ready on his piece at his side. going on special ops missions all over in the world. Winding up the driveway he would see whether all was normal. “Put it in those terms…” *** Patrick looked out through the limo windows. people kill for ten million.” Kunig laughed shortly. Miami Beach.DeDieu@gmail. No more would he tie her up. heard of some old lady in Tennessee or some place who would take out $10. There were only a few men he’d known like that and he would risk his life for any one of them. but the diamond had been there to begin with. where she 48 . He was certain no one had followed him. all seemed quiet…he called the house. “Kepper. But they had training. But Wesley’s orders had been clear. Nature. and somehow. even if she had to kill him to do it was her sense of peace. dead was just as dead from a knife wound close up. she learned to dodge. and she would not retrieve. and what she wanted. and that was expected. it polished it. What was her training? How and where had she learned to cope? Those questions he asked himself. He looked worriedly at April. and they would him. as from a missile sent from a hundred yards away. and her place in the world. and they were proceeding to an airfield where a chartered flight would take them to New York. he had been blessed. and his team reported that nothing was out of the ordinary. the birds were calling. From his status report. in all of this she learns to survive. Peter ignored Kunig’s dig. She had never given Royal the satisfaction of taking away her sense of self.000 life insurance on her husbands and kill them for that. Perhaps they could have gone back to the house – he would have known if anything were amiss on their approach.
decided to go into hiding. And woe betide you when we do. He’d walked in not ten minutes ago. and Kunig had taken him downstairs for a walk.” He paused. ringing voice. “however I would like to tell her that I hope she can come home soon. It was broadcast live on CNN. Valda. looking every inch the successful. the footage of the attempted hit on his sister was having. the police Captain falling… ever the predator. “we would have stuck to our guns and fought. a pleasant enough woman who by accident of her birth. Royal Augustus Baron Wintour III held a press conference in his building in New York City.” (Here he made it seem as if she chose to run. She had not trespassed against him. Nowadays the tabloids shaped public opinion to such an extent that. “Woe betide you?’ Peter laughs to himself. with the main target for ease of accessibility being my sister. And for that. for reasons that she thought best. but did so with his full knowledge and acceptance). He had trespassed against her. her kind-hearted gesture to the families of the fallen policemen her appeal in a clear. using words calculated to evoke emotion – and she. ” (Yes you do. looking at the footage—and you’re a bastard for implying as much). At 6pm EST the following day. standing there. looking like an ordinary American with nothing to envy. for sometime my family had been the target of an unknown assailant.” (he made it sound as if he meant Chosen One). or the President of the United States himself. and as such deserved his wrath. it would start in the tabloids. energy and resources to take the photographs they needed to bolster their slant. He began: “Good evening. school-marmish. I do not fault my sister for going into hiding. Peter thought. people would begin looking at him. “Whoever you are. Royal. and that particular teacher who went out of her way to be pleasant to them…then Crack! Crack! The impact of the bullet flinging her back. all their lives. It was very impressive.” The resulting roar of flying questions was deafening. taking millions of people back to their the classrooms.com SCRIBD2 had trespassed. I’d like to double the reward offered. a tall. as you may all know by now. Shia had been acting whiny.” (A collective gasp filled the air) “and add to what my sister said. My sister. we will find you. the suggestions and innuendos would make their way into the “reputable” media.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. his was a stunning contrast to his sister’s appearance yesterday. Over and over again they showed it. They would be flying to New 49 . or group of assailants. and looked directly into the camera lens. with clever editing. he would pay. and some very brave men are dead. good-looking man with broad shoulders and a glossy wing of black hair brushed back from his forehead. Miami Beach. they were even influencing court cases – and they expended time. but soon enough. Even he could not fail to feel the impact that. Had it been left to me. managed to be worth more than most of them would ever be. *** Royal was beside himself with rage. as the head of our family. With that intent in mind. Fl 33119. “The result is that several years later. we still have no knowledge of this formidable foe’s identity. He was watching from the comfort of the sumptuous suite of rooms booked at Wesley’s expense under a private name at the Palms in Coconut Grove. well-bred businessman.DeDieu@gmail. he could sense the tide of public opinion turning…unless he made a statement. with a security detail presence to rival that of any visiting foreign head of state.
the phones were ringing and she tried to transfer the current call to his line. and he made sure he kept them that way. stopping him. he was stopped by his executive secretary. the voice on the other end could be heard raised and impatient – “can he call you back?” Apparently the person was insistent. put the others on hold and run after him. “Give me a minute. Seated in his office were two men who stood up as he walked in. The news conference had gone on for much longer than anticipated. on the phone. but”—Her voice was frantic. and wondered for how much longer he could keep up the irksome charade. This guy’s act would take in those who wanted to be taken in.” *** CHAPTER FIVE: THE QUEEN PAWN OPENING 50 .”What is it?” he asked.” she says. It was the administrative assistant that he had in Wesley’s organization. Valda. and had only ended when he had pleaded that his schedule did not permit him to prolong it much longer. Both his sister and he were playing a deep game. He slams the door. “Hold on. who was also on the phone. the guy had a fleet of aircraft. Fl 33119. He supposed with the death of his sister. yes. and would not take no for an answer. she told him. Too thick. who are you?” “I’m special agent Dobbs and this is special agent Mathison. Miami Beach. Royal believed in seeing his people busy. Here she was.” Royal’s blood thrummed with anticipation.” he said tersely. They knew better than to allow him to see them anything but. *** Royal feels very pleased with himself. but only one of them was frightened. and hold all calls until I’m through. the picture of self importance. “Woe betide you!” This guy is laying it on thick. “Who talks like that?” He tried on that deep preacher’s voice for size. Striding to his office. She held up a finger. We’re with the FBI and we’d like to ask you a few questions. “Tell him I’ll take it in my office.DeDieu@gmail.” He was striding away from her now. For appearances sake. He took no business calls while they were around.his patience did not extend longer than that. Wintour?” “Yes. he’d play the grieving survivor for a couple of weeks and then ditch them -. “Yes. a game within a game. Peter snapped off the remote with barely suppressed violence. but he also has”—even through the headpiece. but he appeared to be enjoying himself. He was going to get to the bottom of this. but he was already getting tired of them. “Mr. Getting off the elevator. Expecting him to be displeased. displeased.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. he’d hired a two-man bodyguard team. and appeared to be trying to get rid of someone – “Yes. “He says it’s important and he hasn’t been able to get you on your cellular. Such urgency could only mean news of April. he ran the gamut of congratulations left and right from busy people on the floor. he’s here. only to be stopped by the cord of the headset pulling taut— He snapped his teeth.com SCRIBD2 York on Wesley’s Falcon 900EX the next day.
because of tragedy. In a sense. April did not know. he left people with a brain wondering what was his angle. Books for one. he was here. The anticipation of pain sometimes makes you long for what you dread – at least the torture is at an end. Part of the reason was Shia was not with her. he had the cunning. Well. None of that – tiny bottle of shampoo and conditioner stuff. He was still at Wesley’s house in Coral Gables. She still could not get quite comfortable in it. just waiting for the end of her torment through some means or some hand. 10’tall windows. it’s not home. and that raised his suspicions more than anything else. She prefers her own linens. and she likes to hand wash her own underwear. maybe her own. For a place to feel like home. that’s the last thing she wants. hand-painted walls. and no matter how extravagant a hotel. She hates them. By trying so hard to upstage it. Typical Royal. impressive. that Wesley had furnished April with was lavish. Miami Beach. Peter had spoken to April on the phone briefly a few hours after the first news conference and had gone to fetch him. or suspected. She only knew that for as long as she could remember. feels to vulnerable to do so in a hotel room – and a robe feels like too much on her. She like walking around in her underwear. when he got to New York. NY. She knew what it was. it was sleek. but I had the acting chops. nuance and gesture over and over again. In Paris. He certainly did not sound like a grieving brother – in the family. and well appointed. a term she’s heard used over and over again. Valda. Moreover what Peter had not missed that was even more vital was that Wesley did not seem surprised at Royal’s performance. and Wesley himself. Kunig had missed that much about them. Home she fill with her little comforts and quirks. he has very gentle hands. but did he have to make such a show of it? He still does not understand subtlelities – that the first conference became a big attentiongetter by accident. telling me he needed to speak with me – alone. She is by nature a nester. some sort of holding cell. for her. She thinks that without Wesley. individually. it was the continuation of feelings that had been evoked and awakened in her heart by him during her coming out ball. her own grooming products for another. about fixing up or decorating a bedroom or bath “like a five.star hotel. were a kind of haven for her. that lead naturally to other things. she must have my essentials. but April could see Peter had not. Italian marble floors… even a wine cellar. 40’ ceilings. Wesley and she started very slowly in Paris.DeDieu@gmail. She had not grown up in the atmosphere around her brother for nothing. as well he should. He might have convinced himself he did this to deflect suspicion away from himself. and these days with You Tube. but he was not going to get the answers he wanted from her. For her. arrogant. conceited and vain. She wants to feel at home. Fl 33119.” That’s all well and good for those who want it. however. She’d seen the fiasco her brother made of the Press conference – on the surface. She supposed she would have to tell Peter something…How Wesley knew. Wesley’s mother.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Her skin needs to breathe. and to post their opinions across the blogosphere. were smarter than he gave them credit for. and she enjoys cook. Home. He was in a dangerous mood. the perversion in Royal’s attentions to her. We’d not spoken since. The foods she likes. she belongs. and was not staged. people had the ability to dissect every word. There’s a recent trend in decorating. she owns. Home. She’ll never forget 51 . But people. her womanhood would have been stunted.com SCRIBD2 The penthouse suite of the Elite S hotel in the masterful and gorgeous Chrysler Building Tower in Manhattan.
yet softer. he got away with it. somehow. and stayed over. and looked at him assessingly. and after that. When he would brush against her skirts. he and some fellow Cadets went out to a college campus beer bash.com SCRIBD2 the pure flame that shot through her thighs and into her belly when Wesley held her. smiled and waved at his mom. he began. and she thrilled to know it was only for her. Sensing she was too vulnerable for anything more. Wesley stopped. “When I was a boy. then stopped. “I suppose you’re going to tell me that the news conference I saw was that of a grieving brother who had not seen his sister for more than two decades. Because Wesley’s mother happened to be one of the patrons. Fl 33119. right when the lights dimmed for a minute.” He walked away. then reaching peak whenever she danced with Wesley. Valda. “No. Miami Beach. But Wesley was given strict orders (she’d later learned) to leave her alone after saying goodnight at the door. April stayed over at their house. 52 .” he ground out savagely. talked and laughed. Sometimes his fingertips would barely graze the tip of her neck. pleading tiredness with her father. and his lips would brush her temple. we passed each other in the hall on the way to brunch and Wesley held my hand. Once. open. over stuffed chairs. but his smile did not falter. my sister died of leukemia”. Peter began without preamble.” Peter followed him into what was a large study. and her gaze softened. she would feel his hardness. a large wall-mounted plasma TV. I cannot and will not tell you that” he responded. or her hairline. “I value you abilities and respect your intellect. then walk with me. Shia in his hands when Wesley approached from the other room. shared silly jokes and exchanged recollections and it was almost as if the horrible incident preceding my ball had never happened. The lights became brighter. Bucking against all etiquette. Oh Sweet thrill! Sweet anticipation. We looked up to see his mother looking down and she was not disapproving. his lips pressed hard.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. when we decided to summer in France. like her fairy God-mother. he danced with no one else but her. Sweet longing. she made everything all right through sheer will power. filled top to bottom with books. *** APRIL’S PRIVATE JOY: Next day. based on years of being intimate with the family. Wesley mother would not let them get any closer that night. I was sent away to boarding school. Ma Mere excused herself to make and important phone call. He indicated a chair. against her neck. I cannot give you. a fever of anticipation building inside her every time she would dance with someone else. *** Peter was descending the stairs. To his surprise. Wesley’s gaze sharpened as he took in the other man. Wesley himself with his lazy smile and good nature. That was where my healing really began. that. although she danced with other Cadets as was her obligation. since he was dancing only with her. If you want my assessment. At breakfast we made conversation with his mother. and a display case with guns. a liquor cabinet. “But if you want answers to questions you should be asking April. returning early that morning. Somehow Wesley’s and I – our vacations never coincided until the last year of college. and she would shiver.DeDieu@gmail. and April danced in a dream. That night. and only once. Still.
it became his target. He felt sick at heart. with his friends. “Until then. in fact. Valda. I was the man of the house. He could sense it. he was more than anxious about April. and walked out. the more information he had. and she left to protect herself. I had always known that Royal was a bully. he’d find some way to own it. who was considerably older than my mother. I nurtured hopes that one day. It was devastating for our entire family. she always had been.” “April thinks that whoever is targeting her is doing so to control and manipulate her brother. And it never did any good to anyone to ever get between Royal and his goal. and he certainly would not be affected by what she would be going through. Peter shook his head. then I was grateful and would have done anything in my power to keep our parents apart. but who would believe her? So she went away to find peace. “until she outgrew her baby fat and I realized what that would have meant. their father was a sick man. would vanish once he was through with it. Peter stood and picked up the dog lying next to his feet. to a large extent. “I realized that Royal could be cruel to his sister when April was eight and I found him wrestling with her in a way that was … inappropriate. that he would not be hearing it from Wesley. and if he couldn’t he’d destroy it. anything that was April that she loved. applaud her. Why she would always find ways to protect herself without direct confrontation. He also knew. put his glass down. He couldn’t compete. He would not protect her. In a sense.DeDieu@gmail. He could only imagine what it had cost her to decide to face her attacker alone. April’s father was a very honorable man.” SCRIBD2 – “Be patient. perhaps my mother would marry April’s father…” He chuckled there. but he needed to hear this.” Peter listened to this disbelievingly. He never had the caliber. “This is not about your story. No one but my mother and I did. Yet there was a deeper. It was understood that sudden stress . Our families had always been close. but had needed to hear this. He had fun picking on April’s favorite things. and I for one. Although he saw some of Royal’s flaws.” He rose and went to the bar. darker undertone to the story that was not being told. and now she’s back and ready to stand her ground. and listen. if she had a favorite pet. who had obviously made up his mind on 53 . It explained so much about April. or shock had the potential to kill him.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. even he did not see the true extent of his character. one way or the other. and he did. he never let you see he was angry. and for a while. then it was up to April to tell them. Fl 33119. my sister died of leukemia. “But what about their father? Wasn’t he around?” “Through most of April’s childhood. Even then. He simply made you pay. tormenting the younger boys and pets. “Would you like a drink?” He asked. died soon after. To own the truth.com Peter interrupted.” Wesley threw back his drink. and being overly aggressive on occasion.” He held back on his darker suspicions. knowing that if they were true. one way or the other. Miami Beach. the better. Royal had to behave around their father. If he wanted something. April grew up with that fear. or destroy you. What he said was enough. He simply took. My father. If she had a favorite doll. knowing that her brother would not necessarily care. it died. Shia seemed to have taken to him naturally. Her father was the one person that Royal could not corrupt. he had a sense that time was slipping by.
Shia. then tried to pull away. he kneaded her back. Not getting a response he nipped his ankle. he pinned her to the elevator. The biggest of his life. Her hands grabbed his hair and non-too-gently tugged at him while her long legs somehow found their way. Nuzzling her with his nose. gazing deeply into her eyes. She took it in stride. April was glad to see that Peter was as discombobulated as she was. “Peter are you drunk?” “Only on you. one between his. the way you look…can’t you tell 54 . just at a spot along the base her spine. hooked on his hip. getting excited. and she gasped. And something told him – those were going to be some fireworks indeed.” He muttered. he’s been groomed. soft fur.your taste. right her my neck below her jawline. It had cost her a lot to go to the police station. and lay out her family’s business there for others to see. “Ditto” she replied. and then buried his face in her neck. Using his body. She was not going to be telling him anything else unless their relationship took entered a different phase. April was in the elevator going up when it dinged. he knew. He’s been walked. She was as aware of him as he was of her. communicating with him in that manner of theirs that had become second nature in such a short time. What a kiss! “Damn!” he said. and her knees went liquid. ran in a half circle around Peter’s ankle and yipped. Every instinct told him to press his advantage home. Fl 33119. there was an exponentially severe penalty proportionate to the fireworks generated. it would have been there already. Something sweet and strong flowed through her veins in that moment. Shia sat up and sneezed. He shook his head. Late the next afternoon. She resigned myself to polite conversation. so that they fit together. Under normal circumstances.DeDieu@gmail. It sent sparks through her. if he forced matters before their time. Any kiss for me?” April for sheer joy hugged him and laid on a smack on both cheeks. “What a welcome. Yet being a man of experience too. She wasn’t a woman who confided anything easily. breathing hard. it would be up to April herself. Every communication between them confirmed that truth. he’s been fed. He dropped Shia on the floor and she promptly picked him up snuggling his sweet. The arms belonged to Peter. particularly not of so private a nature. the other riding up his back.com SCRIBD2 that. sharply. then returned his lips to hers. He wasn’t finished. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets. at the same time imprinting his hard body on hers. and the pointless chit-chat that strangers exchanged in elevators in expensive hotels. he nipped her. she could tell them anywhere. gently sucking. “Bless you!” Peter and April both said simultaneously. dense. April looked up to see Peter. Peter growled. He swayed slightly towards her. They looked at each other. She went nova. Peter planted tiny kisses along her cheeks. albeit melodiously. She was rocked from top to bottom.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Miami Beach. Those were deep waters there. She felt a zing of electricity right to her toes. and stopped on the sixtieth floor. and planted a hard kiss on her lips again. and the little dog virtually wagged off his little puff of a tail with joy. he’s been pooped. Someone extended their arms with Shia in it. smiling at her. After kissing her pert nose. Cupping her behind. They pulled apart. “Uh-uh. not so fast. and not in the least bemused by it. and She smiled at the ploy he used to hide his erection. his maleness resting right on the female core of her body. I f he had to find out anything else. delving. your smell. perfectly. Valda. tasting. and planted a kiss on her lips.
“Peter. she wanted to know she had spent this time with her soulmate. wildness of another kind was what was going to take place. if she lived through this . then took off his phone turned it on to vibrate. 55 . “ she demanded. his hips and thighs. too – gigantic ones. and then tease him with something sexy while he looked and yearned.” April said. hand on his chest. She wanted to bite his perfect butt. long minute. explosive. If she died tomorrow. “We have to talk…” “No. Peter and her would be magnificent. But none of this was going to happen tonight. and laughed.com SCRIBD2 the effect you have on me?” He leaned in for another taste. I’ll just pretend as you walk out the door…Oh no. She wanted them to cook together. Big ones. Would you do that for me?” He looked at me for a long. She wanted to remember this – just as it was. because that was for another time. and we were ready. I don’t want to talk.DeDieu@gmail. a lifetime of loving to make all that she had endured seem like nothing at all. and heat and laughter…and she wanted then to collapse together and watch the sunrise. his belly. “It’s funny how free we feel to be ourselves with each other…” She put a finger to his lips. Fl 33119. We looked at each other. grand and beautiful. Tonight.“I want you. They rode up to the 69th floor Penthouse in silence. “and when he comes. She wanted him to learn every contour of her skin through my clothing. It took balls to do what he was doing. *** CHAPTER SIX: LITTLE JACK HORNER Perival Montrey had ambitions. Miami Beach. I can’t sleep. and smell his skin. What she really wanted was to feel his naked body over hers. to run her fingers down his spine and see him arch. Valda. lie on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. One time he turned to her and said. or the day after that. If she lived through this. “I’m all yours.. and hold me. She wasn’t going to allow anything to spoil this. she’d had a glimpse of what they would be beyond the exquisite lovemaking. when what needed to be said was said. then groaned and serenaded her with an old song -. oh no. and laughed. and that told her about who they were going to be . to want me. I’m going crazy knowing he will be your lover tonight…” April was stunned. She was beyond words. Peter sobered up first. He’d like to think he had cojones.” He said quietly. He was amply paid for it. over you…” We both finished the “you…ooo” on an upnote and Shia howled in unison. and it had been a long time since he had looked at himself in the mirror and felt any kind of remorse. I’ll let you go. She wanted to touch his face. “How do you know that song. to fill the hotel room with smells and sounds. not today tonight. I want you to come in. and I want to play old music and sing at the top of my lungs. to feel her power over him as her breasts brushed along his chest. she and this man were going to have something fun. fear or angst over what he did. another occasion.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. She had been too long lost in the wild. I’m going crazy with love. taste him everywhere. Tonight. drink vodka shots and eat pizza and dance until tomorrow morning. She needed to feel close to him in a way that was not yet sex – it would have been too rich for words. “I love it”…she grabbed his face and they both finished the line.
” “A burka? No. Blah” Perry thought. however. The great man himself had made him an offer he could not refuse. Dutch. Wesley had made an announcement. So this morning he was feeling pretty good. he would have a real shot at getting his firm into the deal instead of Wesley. Perival. It would be very involved. Abihailil Abrawarsi spoke fluent English. nada. It seemed that one of the Saudi families. recognizing this information for how important it was. If Royal could somehow persuade her to deal with his firm instead. he would start where he would be of the most use. money comes first. She would be accompanied by an a personal assistant and two bodyguards. Wesley was a trusting soul. and so far. French and Farsi. Perival had recognized in Royal the same traits that he had . When shaking hands for introductions. Perry had been trying to get his hands on some secret deal going on in Dubai. Not only would financials have to be studied intricately. then so be it. Ms.. Get as close to Wesley as he could and pass on as much information about what he was involved in as he could. Fl 33119.DeDieu@gmail.. He hinted that the “assistant” was also something other—part of an elite security force. certain mores had to be observed. and no matter how many security measures he employed. This afternoon.” They did nothing without a personal recommendation. were sending one of their foremost elite engineering consultants for an unforeseen length of time for a feasibility study.com SCRIBD2 A long time ago. it’s who you know. It could not have been easier.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. “Will she be wearing a . His is instructions were simple. Perival had drunk Royal’s Kool-aid. The Saudis gave new meaning to the phrase “It’s not what you know. in an effort to expedite matters. she gestured a covering hand and foot. so would equipment. only the right hand was to be used – if you were busy or had your hands filled at the moment. both of them US Police officers assigned to the job for diplomatic reasons. “Blah. so to speak. always. and raw data on the company itself. “Any questions?” Wesley asked the room. or elbow. Informing for Royal Wintour was like swimming with the sharks – they don’t get any bigger and badder than Royal. “ That is the religious garment of a Shiite. If Perival had to use Royal to one day become as big as he was. or to simply consider the possibility. knew that Royal would put aside considerations concerning his sister for the moment once he learned of this development. Under no circumstances was her assistant to be asked to do anything for anyone in this office – not only was that bad manners. Wesley began the day with a closed door meeting for all staff in the conference room. Portuguese. Miami Beach. For a long time now. nor did he want to. somehow Perry managed to always obtain useful information for Royal. That as a Saudi national and a woman. Any one else?” 56 . “Yes. Perry had gotten zip. it was a severe breach of protocol.” as one of the secretaries raised her hand.. This was big. key personnel. you politely excused yourself and returned with empty hands. zilch. He went over certain key points.which were that always. He would start small. Furthermore. Among them was no touching of a female’s upper arm. introductions to her assistant or bodyguards were to be performed at her initiation—and strictly on a need to know basis.” Wesley responded. Valda. even with a liberal education. Wesley had been more secretive than usual. He needed to explain some matters of etiquette – he told them.
“If I’m not mistaken. Miami Beach. his executive secretary. my name is hard to pronounce.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. black pin-striped snug pants and black Manolo pumps. “Good question. Flawless. long. and I want to make things easy for all these lovely people.” She smiled and took them all with her with it. Respond as candidly as you know how. “Is she hot?” The office dissolved with laughter with the exception of one or two disapproving looks. but wide gold bangle peeked from under the left sleeve. She was utterly charming.” Wesley’s posture relaxed.” Perry drawled. so nice that you’re finally here. still more difficult to define. She wore a white silk long sleeved blouse. Percy felt jealous of Wesley. Wesley was floored. sophisticated. Don’t hesitate to say “I don’t know” if you don’t. pointing at his chest. the game they were playing was too dangerous for that. She looked good today. For the first time. and winked. sitting way in the back. I’m heading there next. but he smiled broadly. and like everyone else he felt the magnetic pull of her personality. that’s her right now. Mindful of the purpose for which we had established this charade. firm breasts with a perfect heart-shaped ass. wearing a grey form-fitting silk dress. a very thin. “If that’s how they make them in Dubai. a woman who had been a veritable social chameleon. “Got a question. She came into the conference room looking at Wesley as if he were the only person there.” “Va-va-va voom” Perry whistled under his breath.” The elevator dinged.” The woman was gorgeous. When in doubt. She was spectacular! Even having learned from the knee of his mother. For a minute. holding out her hands. Valda.” she said throatily in well-bred tones. long legs. She was followed by three men. or to be alone with her.” he said.DeDieu@gmail. and some heels clicked across the reception floor. Wesley took me to my own suite of offices in the back. yet with a friendliness and natural openness that put them all at ease. find out – if at a loss. Her jacket was swung carelessly over her arm. and he held out his hands and took her right hand in both of his. go to the source. “I’ll leave that up to you to decide. hair a dark rich color that was difficult to name. That’s me. After exhaustive introductions.” “Call me Abi. When they walked away from the staff meeting to the offices he had prepared for her. Wesley didn’t trust himself to speak. he believed her to be an engineering consultant from Dubai. Wesley’s look at him was hard to interpret. all of whom looked like tough customers. *** APRIL’S PRIVATE SHOW: We decided on the name “Abi” close enough to “April” that I would remember to answer to it. The suit looked like it came off the runway in Milan. Fl 33119. “So nice to see you again. “Wesley.com SCRIBD2 “What sort of questions will she be asking and how should we answer?” This was from Althea Camden. “Abihailil. golden skin a rich honey-copper meld. he had thoughtfully provided accommodations where all four of us could work in relative 57 .
so very long ago. Miami Beach. When I was seven. and felt something. even at the cost of my own life. your hours. Valda. two plush sofas and a coffee table. I could see why he was so successful at what he did. Through a another door adjacent to the desk was another large reception room. I knew intuitively that I did not want anything helpless that could be hurt by Royal. a stone’s throw away from an office building that I legitimately owned… Do you wake up without hope? What are the qualities and textures and colors of your life. If he had passed this 58 . Once you got past this. who rapidly became very attached to me. your sky. There were cellular and computer charging docks. Behind me was a vista showing the Downtown Manhattan Skyline. My shoulders shook and anyone watching me would imagine there were tears. and go to sleep. I’d come full circle. computer. He placed a call to Royal’s cellular. your trees. his voice shaking with excitement. I’d held them so. Because of my mother and my father. Fl 33119. When Royal picked up. Royal took one long look at the photo.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. there was a hall leading down to two more offices. it seemed. I’d thought those ties sacred. The door leading to my bathroom/powder room was on my far right. your moonlight and your sunset. so young. knee-height coffee tables where they could work on their laptops. At three years of age. leading to my own sumptuously appointed office with a huge desk. sat down and buried my face in my hands. and two private unisex bathrooms. imprisoned by a man to whom blood ties were a nuisance or a source of perverse pleasure. and Andy wouldn’t go. Leaving Kunig. was ostensibly for my secretary/assistant. that the sensation accompanying my rapid changes was akin to my skin tearing. and locked it. or any pet of any kind at all. stir within him. The outer office which was smaller. abandoned to all loss? In a few short days. To this day. filing cabinets. He had thought of everything. Even as a young child.com SCRIBD2 comfort. He picked him up. Even with the inferior resolution. He was tugging on Andy’s leash. a large plasma TV screen. he believes I do not like dogs… *** Perival walked into the unisex men’s room. I had taken giant leaps forward – all my life I’d been asleep it seemed. and held his muzzle. Andy. when you wake up. My parents would never understand why I did not want another dog. and a door directly across leading to its own bathroom and small sitting area. with a large desk.” hung up and sent a text message to Royal with a photo. a full kitchen/refreshment area. I’d been given a puppy. I never saw Andy again. Peter and Abraham to explore their digs. We were a suite within a suite. I looked out of window while I was upstairs in the playroom. with the first door opening to a sitting/work area where the boys could sit on several large comfortable sofas. a hunger he had not felt for a very long time. your days and your nights. with broad. but I was shaking with laughter. a company phone line. Here was I. My father thought it very amusing that Andy would bark whenever anyone but he and my mother approached me to lift me. “She’s here. and saw Royal walking with Andy. without getting in each other’s way or on each other’s nerves. the image could not help but be striking. I’d become someone else. and very protective of me. I was feeling overwhelmed. he whispered.DeDieu@gmail. I walked over and locked myself into my office.
her body tensed with grief. “You really are good at this. As he did. “That explains it – he would never let this happen. “Just taking a look at some figures that Wesley wanted me to see. Valda.” She invited. He shrugged. and hauled everything onto it. like always. he sat back and began planning… Kunig felt really uncomfortable and itchy right around the collar. “What are you doing?” He asked curiously. so fast her fingers were a blur. aren’t you?” She smiled. he knocked on her door. Texting back a terse reply to Perry. and down… “Here – I saved it for you.” She handed him the flashdrive. she would have had his immediate attention. In the five minutes that ensued. If I were you. and he walked off. You’re be surprised. Kunig felt invisible. “What? I don’t see it…” She moved the scroll up. Miami Beach. I was trained to be. I assume you asked me to check this for you. His reaction to her photo was visceral.” She scrolled rapidly. “Gunther died four years ago. He wondered what Peter would have done had he seen this byplay. Fl 33119. “In the interest of verisimilitude. Heading into April’s office. Kunig noticed she didn’t seem to mind him invading her space. She saved her work and closed the program.” Taking a flashdrive no bigger than her thumb from her pocket. He blinked. she asked him to come in. Wesley had succeeded in having something that he wanted. The password is the same as this one’s. Does Gunther still work for you?” “Gunther?” Wesley’s tone of amusement edged his words. stopping ever so often to click and highlight a line or number in blue. She looked amused. Kunig noticed that a password-protected screen saver came on immediately. “Ah… I wanted you to see this.com SCRIBD2 woman on the street and seen her. “Getting bored?” From their stiff and awkward beginnings. Pressing a button on her desk that took her directly to Wesley’s.” Wesley came around to her other side.” Wesley moved in closer. He wasn’t accustomed to sitting around doing nothing. Taking the laptop off the desk. typed in a rapid password. I was looking at ledgers on my Dad’s knee before these things. Kunig noticed she brushed her hand across her cheek as she busied herself. there had emerged a quiet camaraderie and respect between them – at least he believed so.” She stood. Yes.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. she placed it in a drawer and locked it.” She stilled. “Come in. I’d have a team of forensic accountants watch this trend here. I am that good. For a minute there.” A look passed between them. she continued to highlight. 59 . they both seemed to take it for granted that he wouldn’t know what they were talking about. “were ever used for this. Once again. “I was just going to get a bite to eat.DeDieu@gmail. Wesley came in and she looked up. she docked it. “Why don’t we all go?” He came around her desk. “ She pointed at the computer.
It was so unlike that they were expecting that they stared at her. “Always keep ‘em on their toes. Kunig feeling like a goldfish in a fishbowl. and a real flirt. shook hands and walking out. It was so like what one would expect of a bodyguard. asked his executive secretary to reschedule another meeting.” He said shortly. particularly a Saudi royalty bodyguard that no one even flinched. April came out a minute later. “I feel like having a New York City hot dog.” someone else called out. looking fresh and polished. hands on hips and said. “Nothing.DeDieu@gmail. she’s the New York princess.” April feigned wonder. very close. and they all walked out into the warm Manhattan day. Glancing at his phone once it had vibrated. “Hey guys. It 60 . Wesley’s assistant ask good naturedly. He came up to April. “We know Tyra. It was one pm. Kunig held Peter back and gave him a dig with his elbow.” She walked rapidly across the room calling to Abraham. Kunig nodded his head towards the bathroom. “We have Top Model in Dubai. “What was what?” Peter asked. model-like. “What was that?” he hissed. Perry. He was a handsome. Fl 33119.” She disappeared into the bathroom.” He said. the executive secretary who had looked at Abi with hard scrutiny and intense interest responded. Neither Peter nor “Abi” appeared to feel the slightest discomfort from the stares.” She said.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. “To experience one of your New York City hotdogs. They looked at their watches simultaneously. It was Peter who spoke first. Kunig shook his head. “It’s that place on…it was recommended by Rachel Ray. where can I find a really good one?” Perry grinned. “You never cease to amaze me. She glanced back at him with a saucy look. “Rachel Ray? Whose that?” Another woman. although they were friendly ones. where’ya going?” Abi turned around. he excused himself. *** As soon as the party of Saudi royals had left. and Abraham moved ever so subtly to intercept. who was in a meeting. helpful fellow. They walked out through Wesley’s maze of offices. Peter walked in.. Then he called his driver and asked to be taken to the restaurant where Abi would be eating in.” A younger woman retorted “and what is Tyra?” “Tyra is the queen’s daughter-in-law. Valda.” she said.” And in her smooth manner. for his part simply said. Abi laughed with everyone else. He even heard Perry. Miami Beach. not thinking of how intimate his words sounded. “You don’t know Rachel Ray? If Oprah is the queen of daytime. she turned.com SCRIBD2 “Hang on a minute. Perival texted Royal.
that was innate. Perival had told him about a little conversation he’d overheard Wesley having with his executive secretary. It seemed “Abi” was a little spoiled. Something very deep was going on inside of her. was looking around as any bodyguard should. so he asked his driver to go back to the office and he would be taking a taxi later. Watching the lady as she was seated. For the most part. He did not have long to wait. *** 61 . was playing her part to the hilt. followed by three men. “Look who we have here. Yet attuned to her as he was. that was certain. *** “Well. Only he could tell. how elegant her posture. he noted. learning of this. Looking at the woman. His instincts told him there was a lot more than just nerves. and perhaps that was what he was responding to. well. was something he was particularly good at. Valda. he thought.” He addressed his words to Kunig. nothing too extreme by American standards. Miami Beach. on the other side of April. Corruption of anyone. His groin awakened with a ferocity that electrified him. he thought with distaste – a bit too common. adopting a slightly haughty stance.DeDieu@gmail. The faint hauteur which she exuded. he prepared to make his move. he noted how gracefully she sat. Fl 33119. and he was openly staring at their table. deferentially. Abraham. Royal.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. She looked amazing and her body did things to his pulse. It was she. This was the first time he had ever seen her betray nerves. and had a wild side. He compared her with the photograph sent to him earlier. but if the princess wanted to experience authentic New York this was it. He’d given up drugs for a good reason.com SCRIBD2 was not his normal place to eat. Yet for all that. Surely with that deportment she did not grow up in the United States. She had definitely grown up with wealth and privilege.” Peter muttered. he felt the need to protect for from any type of distress or harm. well. Thinking that he had an opportunity there to be seized upon. very few people were able immune to that effect. She had that good breeding about her where she never made anyone uncomfortable by her presence. He couldn’t help but notice the very expensively dressed man who did his very best to make certain that he looked out of place in his surroundings. and thought with hungry anticipation how good it would be to combine business with pleasure. His thigh brushed hers and he felt her tremble. Parking would be a bear. but her family had deemed it necessary that she be accompanied by a personal bodyguard for good reason. he saw a striking woman emerge from a taxi. April. by one of the bodyguards who then took places around her. they weakened your will and made you easy to manipulate. or anything. she didn’t look as if she was slumming. Ten minutes later in a flurry of activity. he could not help but notice there was a certain tension within her. Peter had assessed the entire place as soon as he walked in. He marveled at the way that after knowing her for only three days. looking at her felt a primal lust that came deep down in his bones. even as she perused the menu. even while he suppressed the urge to comfort her. Royal. He thought of how much fun he was going to have combining business with pleasure. however. he filed that tidbit away. thought it was a weakness he could exploit.
” I nodded. Peter leaned in. and there he was. “Too late. There are other things that should not be able to occupy the same space – evil and justice. In science fiction. his cufflinks -. He thinks he’s got this. Then they always looked ridiculous on me – and frizzy.DeDieu@gmail. So there now there was no connection with this “Saudi Princess” he was now seeing. all imperceptible if taken slowly over the years.Ermenegildo Zegna. Added to that were the cosmetic changes I had made – my hair was a rich chocolate brown instead of its usual black and I had relaxed it straight instead of curly…my haircut. travelled to the past. I had slimmed down a lot. his tie –Armani. The room seemed to close in on me. bringing it to me. and Peter took a card. I felt slightly ill. “He’s coming our way. 62 . for example. Latent anger stirred in me. “I need some air. i.. on the television conference.” I told him. I thought. there were many other changes.” he said.” I looked up. “So how shall we play this?” Peter asked. he had seen who he thought was me. I heard him speak to them. but not so much that I would not recognize him if I walked down the street next to him. From a slightly pudgy girl at twenty. were enough to make me unrecognizable to anyone who had not spent that time with me. and dizzy. He had that image imprinted in his brain. too was different. I saw the predatory gleam in his eye. “Are you alright?” he whispered. “looks like Royal’s mole came through.com APRIL’S PRIVATE SHOW: SCRIBD2 I set eyes on my brother in person for the first time in twenty years. and all at once. His very existence was anathema to me. I on the other hand. his shoes—John Lobb. then I am justice incarnate.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. I feigned a careless nonchalance not at odds with the persona I adopted. Royal had not changed. Valda.Cartier. making his way with ponderous self-importance across the room. Fl 33119. Your past self. He had changed. but combined. Most importantly. the satisfied look in his smile. My hands shook a little and the faint revulsion I felt whenever Royal was near overtook me. and the dumpy overweight little sister (much to his disappointment) that he had viewed. Now that I was getting ready to get close to him. again. Peter blocked Royal’s view of me and said quietly. which I had hated as a child. Besides that . once and for all. his watch -Pierre Kunz…Peter and Kunig stopped him two feet away. while Abraham and Kunig patted him down. As Kunig. He certainly got here fast. there is a myth that certain matter cannot occupy the same space. as I felt the sting of injustices over the years that I had suffered at this man’s hands. I now wore bangs. He already thought he’d won. Abraham and Peter moved to intercept his course. sent to rid my space of him. as good bodyguards will. his suit -. One must make the way for the other.e. Miami Beach. If Royal was evil. and your present self. I looked up with cool eyes and the merest hint if interest at what he felt he was presenting… surely coming from wealth I would recognize someone else sporting the banner. had changed a lot.
“Wesley. He won’t give up that easily. Peter brought back Royal’s card. Miami Beach. Valda. will you? See you then. not to be outdone. “And some giant fries” I added. First of all. By the way. said the same. Anyway. bowed. No way was he letting anyone in this joint see him get shot down.” he said. He was too good for this place. Peter . you’d like to keep that little factoid out of the news…well. pleased with himself. he had to place a call. I’ve a proposition . Instead. I caught the news conference. So she wasn’t going to make this easy.” I said. they told the server. and he would go about it the way he did a business deal.” I took out a crisp twenty dollar bill. I heard that you had a consultant. Um hm…Sorry that I missed her then. I could out-eat a lumberjack. “I’ll bet you can’t finish it all. my sources are pretty reliable. and went back to his seat. I was ravenous. Looking the array of offerings on the menu. “Bring him back his card – put his ego out of joint a little. I’m having a little cocktail party on my rooftop on Friday evening. “I’ll have a jumbo. let’s eat. I had my period. Kunig and Abraham followed suit. how are you?” He asked.” I was suddenly jaunty again. Abraham and Kunig. Suddenly I had a roaring appetite. is that so? Well as it happens. “A small coke. “I’d like some of that action. I opted for what would suffice instead. He had not had a challenge like this in a long time. and your lava cake sundae to go. rumor is that you’ve got some hush-hush deal going on in Dubai…” He laughs. *** Royal was pleasantly surprised at the tingle he felt. by the way. I see. He smiled. it’ll be our little secret. You’re invited. He concealed it well.. I had a secret. my sister. “It’s been a long time. Kunig groaned and held his stomach.. some sort of relative to Saudi royalty. Thirty seconds went by before the line was picked up.DeDieu@gmail.” 63 . best of New York society and the up and comers are going to be there. Peter took out his wallet and put a dollar on the table. snapping the bill.” I told him. however.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. and on the first day.” I said mischievously as the boys stood around.Oh yes. she’s not a princess. before I forget.com SCRIBD2 “Royal likes the chase – so let him come to me. how is she. open-mouthed. “Um hm. He’ll go about this a different way…This was business all right – serious business. is she still staying with you? In Miami?” He nodded . tapping his fingers impatiently as he was placed on hold. Be sure to come and bring with you. so while he’s planning his next move. “Yes dear boy. Royal. He spoke to a secretary and gave his name. I wanted one of everything. “You guys want to make this interesting?” I asked. and I could see the stiffness in Royal’s demeanor. Fl 33119. Good enough. “We’ll have whatever she’s having. give her my regards. at your office. and so is the Saudi princess…Oh.
His cell phone rang. he did not want to know because she had succeeded beyond her wildest imagination. and that was primarily because of April. do you think I don’t watch the news? Where’s April. Mother.” he said. He couldn’t masturbate until he was twelve. Yet the great Royal himself had made a personal call. but that was not the case. Instead he sensed a disturbing tone of intimacy developing between April and that cop. no less. Royal was as likely to shoot the messenger as he was the traitor. Whatever happened. He’d finally wised up at twelve when he had a few posters around his room and took a chance anyway and his mother had known nothing at breakfast. he was worried about April and the deep game she was playing. He was going to have to be very careful. dear? Were you perhaps…expecting someone else? April? He ignored that. and though he could understand why April felt this was the only way. or his money?” Wesley sighed. If April’s life had been interrupted.when he’d had a wet dream and she changed his linen or washed his pajamas-. if she had felt herself living in suspended animation. Whether they were going to continue where they left off. He had had his fair share of relationships over the years . Valda. Sometimes as a child. Fl 33119. that matters would naturally progress from where they had left them in Paris. Somehow he had believed. some more serious than others. and he picked up easily. though. waiting instead to se how things would develop between them. He didn’t see this ending well. “How are you. blind and dumb. he even believed she travelled on the astral plane and would look down on him. he had been too. he paused to think. He had not been pushy with April. Until she had come back. deaf. but he wondered if maybe he should be. Something else troubled him too. He preferred the embarrassment of the maid’s snicker and knowing looks-. Since when does he give a rat’s ass about anyone but himself. His mother responded. after all there was a great deal of proximity due to the circumstances being force upon them. What’s happening? And what’s all this crap with Royal and his phony stunt he pulled with the press conference? Something smells funny. and waited thirty seconds on hold before speaking to a man he detested with every breath in his body…deciding not to call her just yet. Royal was not a man to be thwarted lightly and even if April was right and there was someone in his organization playing him false. he had hoped. it was up to her – but he wouldn’t press anything until she took care of her current business. “Hello. Peter.DeDieu@gmail. Whatever April had done to spur Royal’s interest. like all weak men and despots before him. he had not realized it.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. 64 . Miami Beach.to masturbation. His mother was so perceptive as to almost be psychic. only to smile ruefully at the disappointment he felt.com SCRIBD2 Wesley hung up slowly. intuitive as ever. she seemed to have eyes and ears everywhere. He had not heard from than man in more than fifteen years. He wasn’t exactly worried. “Not happy to hear me. he was smart enough to know that nothing could flourish under the strain of what she had endured for so long. but none had gone past a certain stage. he was not happy about it. Mother?” “Worried” she answered. Quite savagely he longed for this to be over. so terrified he was that she would see. “Or perhaps you felt I was old .
however. “He hears that I have an expert consultant. “I’m not sure – she would not tell me anything. “Are you alright? You seem…distant. Mother. April leaves. I love you – take care of yourself. carefully. quiet. she’s here from Dubai. and this was no exception. um. If she knew Royal.” His mother’s groan of sympathetic dismay made him squirm. Valda. Miami Beach. then a “consultant’ from Dubai comes…and Royal calls out of the blue…she didn’t believe in coincidences.. he called to invite me to a cocktail something or other next Friday. going to have to be approached with the kind of stealth and tact that younger people didn’t even have a clue about. Fl 33119.he was just on the phone. air-conditioned office and was just about to say so when her cell phone rang. Now for some shopping and a spa appointment. “Yes? Did he ask about April?” “Not really. First things first. he’d probably put in play at least one or two schemes already – just to trap her—the Saudi “princess”.” She was getting ready to tell him that Royal was going to have to be disappointed. when he continued. “Well dear. I think she’s gone into hiding after that last attempt. She still had connections in New York society…if Royal was having guests she would know about it. This was. thought long and hard. I have quite a few things to do. very.” His mother said. April was relieved.’ “Oh?” His mother said briskly. Wesley’s voice softened.kind of silence. Give my love to April when you speak to her…” Margery.DeDieu@gmail. Speaking of Royal -. in a somber mood. and his latest conquest What she needed was a hot bath and to sleep. he wants you to attend some sort of cocktail function with me.” His mother.com SCRIBD2 So he proceeded very. she was going to need all the help she could get.. “Where is she now?” his mother asked.” 65 . hanging up. Her cramps were always worse when she was under stress. She had a cocktail party to attend… *** CHAPTER SEVEN: SANCTURY SANCTUS April and the others left the lunch café in the best of spirits. She didn’t know where this was going. She was not dismayed. She was in no mood to go back into a cold. Whatever this bodes. If she was going to help April. “April – your Brother called me thirty minutes ago.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. it could not be good. the feather in his social cap.” Oh Friday. as she was in no mood to go anywhere. “April has disappeared again. By the time they got back to the building she had a raging headache and felt sore from top to bottom. but she didn’t like it. She promised me she’d keep in touch – but she’s not ready to deal with this …she’s still very shaken. I believe that’s what got him to call. It was Wesley. Royal did not approach their party again. “It’s on Friday night. disbelieving … a what’s the catch – or the punch line-. He still was not comfortable lying to her – at his age.
” Standing next to her. While I’m soaking the tea can be getting ready. “That’s fine.just two that I’ve done this for. “No?” he asked. Soon clouds of jasmine scented bath oil filled the suite. “Draw me the bath first. When she asked him what was so funny he said. Peter shook his head. “ She told him. Then ducked as a bar of soap swished past dangerously close to his head. Adrenaline crash. then took them out of her hand.” he said. “What’s going on?” Peter asked. ” he said. Valda. Miami Beach. yet paradoxically as soon as her cramps eased . warm baby. April failed to see the humor in what to her was an eminently logical arrangement. came and sat on her belly like a big. pushing open the door. Right now I don’t believe I’m in any danger of some sort. “then do the tea. “It’s a guy thing.” “And the other?” She asked in an ominous tone. The heat was blissful. borne in on a tide of hormones. “Here. “I’m going back to the hotel. “You’ve done this before. She really wanted a hot bath yet couldn’t muster up the strength to go draw it herself. I’ll stick around.” and she sank into water that was just the right temperature. as she promised him mentally that she would ask him again. With the uncanny way he had of sometimes knowing her needs Peter said to her “I’ll draw you a bath after I put on some hot tea—she shook her head . “Okay .” April nodded tiredly. Perhaps Peter. “But . A few minutes later he called out “Bath’s ready. “That’s not a good idea. Peter moved in and held on to her as she fumbled with keys. Everything that had happened in the past few days came down on her. He locked the door. Abraham and Kunig can take the night off. we dated a year in college. Not too hot…"Aaah!" When he brought in the tea she said jealously.DeDieu@gmail. even temporarily shared a special place in this man’s life. “one was my high school sweetheart.” She told him – the cold water makes cramps worse. took a look around as she flopped on the couch. But to be fair. he. Fl 33119. but stay close.” he said. she was going to be wanting ice-cream. she was so tired she stumbled. a migraine.” “I have a mother and two sisters. feeling resentful of any woman who had. They took the elevators. Kunig and Abraham got off on the floor below them.” Her eyes narrowed.com SCRIBD2 “Just a headache. “Not too cold.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. The fact that she and Peter had stayed up all night did not help.” “Not for a girlfriend?” She asked. I’ll say I’ve done this before. “Yes.” he assured her cheerily.” When she got out of the taxi. too tired to do anything else but kick off her shoes. Shia came gamboling out and after being petted. “Oh plenty. He chuckled even deeper and presently she heard him whistling as the tub was being filled.” she said. She told him. and then she heard him in the kitchen. Her brain felt like it was on fire. 66 . He went into the medicine cabinet and brought me some ibuprofen and a glass of water. Abraham and Kunig can take the night off.” He chuckled. “ he looked ready to duck again. overhearing her side of the conversation. ever attuned to April’s moods.
long. then tug his hair. he nipped his way back up. punishing wet kisses all over her body. which he had to shift to accommodate. This man had a quality about him that bore deep into her id. Since your gaze appears to be fixated on my breasts as you’re saying this -. His state of semi-arousal changed in an instant to a hard. flung. and suckled first one. over a gorgeous guy who looked at her as if she were the last. Something about his face caught her. and another. I knew on some primal level what it would be like between us. Fl 33119. and lifting. full lower one. She covered her mound with her hands. she could see he was as gone as she was…The sensation of his chest against her sensitive nipples caused a stirring deep inside her… a cramp gripped her pelvis and she groaned.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Looking down at him. saying throatily. pressing her breasts against the bathtub. planting his semi-damp. 67 . He was immediately concerned. April grabbed his butt and then. best. and says.” He stooped down to eye-level with the bubbles in her bath. bubbles disappearing into the “v” between… “Sometimes when I look at you. that was my other long term girlfriend. then the other. and craving more… She grabbed him by the nape of the neck and gave him back equally in good measure. and held her. his nostrils flare a little with awareness. He grabbed her breasts. “No farther. I believe I’ve been waiting for you – on a subconscious level. helpless with the long. threw him on his back as she nipped his neck and felt him shiver. slumberous. She shouldn’t have. looking at her with an intent.” he said. shifting her body under his. Peter.DeDieu@gmail. sexy gaze. “We broke up a couple years ago. “ She snorted. He lays her on the bed and strips off his sodden clothing in record time. and another. no!” She wailed. using her fingers to first cup his nape. Her eyelids lowered. punctuating each suckle with a nip. definite erection. and only woman in the world. She reached right up to him. naked body on her wet one. She told him as much and he ignored her. pressing hard. “Peter.com SCRIBD2 “Well. He looked down at the glossy sheen covering her honey-gold shoulders. and curves. then lightly score her nails down his back.” She licked her perfect lips. soaking wet and takes her into the bedroom. spread naked. She could break through at any minute. “There’s been no one steady since then. she watched his pupils dilate. taking a deep. “So you want to play? You feel like playing?” He picked her up. He growled and reached down. stopping shy of her pubic bone. bit the juicy. she had to make him pay for all his teasing.” So. now burning with embarrassment. until she was weak as a kitten. Miami Beach. then settles his mouth on hers. and she had not inserted a tampon. She shrieked. bruising kiss. Valda. curling flames flicking and coiling wherever he touched. wanting her to be comfortable. and moved in a little closer.” he assured her. Because of what he could do to her. “Please.you don’t seriously expect me to believe that?” “I believe it. serious. long . putting his hands in the water and under her.” His voice became husky as he looked down at her… His eyes were intent. then slid down over her stomach. “I’d like to bite your perfect butt…” The effect was immediate. and gazed up into his. She squirmed. tasted his chest and tongued his nipples…She had never felt so wanton. eyes grew dreamy. April giggled. “From the time I saw you walk across that police station.
. She had her whole life to get back. lying on her front—big mistake.” She knew he loved her. with the exception of Margery and Wesley. Miami Beach.DeDieu@gmail. with Royal. Whatever she and Peter had was going to have to wait. this thing between her and Royal could only have one ending. “You sucking on those things just gave me a mother of a cramp. what she was going to do…but she would none the less do it. Uh-Uh. but sometimes felt angry enough to spit nails. She laughed. Besides. To tell the truth.. if at all. “How can I help it when I see so much that I like. yet tender and touching and sweet.” She warned. And that. “I don’t have sex during my period. She thought. It was erotic and hot and wild. Yet for the first time in her life that she could remember. yet sexy and risqué. she would have to start clean with this. She only knew what she had lived with all her life in some way was going to have to come to some sort of resolution. He just did. But for all 68 . in any case the Ibuprofen would soon kick in anyway.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. and saw a predatory gleam perch in his eye. As he grabbed for her. no one to handle this for me. Looking into his eyes. unclean and guilty about her brother’s attentions. Thank God. looked back. it’s uncomfortable. She couldn’t tell him or anyone.” He complained. Valda. She thought hard as she wept. yet needed coolness for her migraine. He reached his hand out. As far as she could see. sometimes she still felt faintly ashamed. She certainly wasn’t about to have sex with Peter for the first time so close to her period. we have a lot to work out. He had had 20 years of her life already. Fl 33119. She couldn’t face him doing that to Peter. He was not going to get one more.He was useless. The cramp would pass. It was a time of contradictory feelings.com SCRIBD2 “Are you alright Honey?” She flopped back against the bed. even as she grimaced at the cramp. Everything she’d ever valued he managed to destroy. and turning over the mattress…crazy man. His eyes settled on her butt. She liked to be petted and cosseted. Fresh and clean. silently. It felt both old and new at the same time. There was no way she was ever going to have a life with Royal and his perverted agenda hanging over her head. Somewhere between her decision to come back and face this …thing. April wasn’t kidding. There was no one else she could trust. squirming away. She’d never had intimacy during her period before. was the promise of something exquisite and lasting between with Peter that gave her hope. so needed to be warm. She felt easily chilled. She was not going to come out of this alive any other way. she couldn’t help but grin. painful and that’s not how I want our first time to be. “You’re changing those sheets. there was no accompanying depression. and he had a even bigger reaction. she hated cold drinks – yet craved ice-cream. Her periods always seemed to coincide with the full moon. she had been freed. as they lay on the wet sheets. He was eyeing her breasts and rock hard… “No. If she and Peter had to have a chance.” She flipped over. it’s either Royal or me… as she put her hands to her forehead. on top of that. I had never appealed to her. were somehow …gone. Peter would not understand and she didn’t know how much she was going to tell him.” She ran into the adjoining shower and rinsed off. she scooted away. or corrupt. her emotions running the gamut they always did at a certain time of the month. All her life anyone who had ever gotten between Royal and her.
and culture and customs that go way back. Royal did not know him.nowhere. and coming back in. This time. despite all the evidence to the contrary. It is much easier to hide in the USA. nada…It was baffling. that April was in Europe. He chose Miami as a starting point. and knew. There was no discernable pattern to the cities she chose to send her letters from. April was the smart one. to pick up her trail in Miami. Europe is not an easy place to hide in. there was one thing she had to do. she would not choose the city that she was born in. ever failed – not once. So anticipating her next letter. privileged and wealthy were indeed thorough. This time was different. The attorneys were getting communications regularly from April every two years – each postmarked somewhere in Europe. There was a possibility…but an entire year of looking at all the most promising places convinced him that there too. where it would come from. she was going to kill her brother. She needed to do this myself. Starting 69 . you cannot hide among people if you do not fit. mainly because. Fl 33119. Contrary to what people believed. It followed then. a place rich in hideaways and a haven for anyone wealthy enough. He had daring. What he would do is to work backward. Miami Beach. Not after all this time. like New York. Valda. he became convinced that April had never left the United States. lived with it. where countless others had failed.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Royal. Rosseberg did not put much stock in Royal’s insistence . where her family’s head quarters were. where would a twenty-year old go without contacts. He had instinct but was not bogged down by caution. it was a city full of immigrants. Taking it for granted that. There was that which no one else could do for her Royal often used others to do his dirty work. thought about it. After paying much money and putting it all into the right places. His first clue to where Royal’s sister had disappeared came with his asking the right questions. but she wouldn’t/couldn’t. It had taken him two and one-half years to track down Royal’s sister. But he had nothing to go on – except a hunch. accompanied by the patience of a saint. If she needed to disappear. He took it for granted that the people who had previously searched for her among the haunts of the young. though not seriously enough yet. Even with virtually unlimited resources of wealth at her disposal. it was around the time that her two year letter was to come in – otherwise he would have taken another four years or more to find her. she had no close ties there. was out. that if she were in the United States. What was most impressive about him was that he had never. he still had nothing. without keeping in touch with one person from her past? The answer was -.com SCRIBD2 that. Not without having heard the smallest peep from his sources over there. A year into his search. So…where to? Where was April Wintour… Rosseberg knew of. *** Rosseberg was a methodical man – and a very thorough one. So then her turned to the Caribbean. The only way was to find her coming back in. Europe had differing languages. but quickly ascertained that the rich American miss was not going to go there on her own and disappear. as all reports seemed to have indicated. New York was too close for comfort.DeDieu@gmail. attempted it. Luckily. was not a place where April was hiding. and having spent vacations in Europe as a child. Something was amiss. but unlike New York. she would be leaving for Europe. She had said it all along. He’d taken a few quick trips to South America – places like Costa Rica and Venezuela. unless you are wealthy and reclusive.
and the food she enjoyed. April had disappeared – simply vanished after the shooting. the rest was easy. Several questions nagged at him however. and had been chosen by a person with an eye for symmetry. Her good taste was shown in the quality of products she used on herself. color and aesthetics. would have enabled him to be certain. She loved cooking – that was certain. The woman on the television at the news conference the next day seemed at odds with his impressions that he had picked up from prowling around the apartment. although he lived there.DeDieu@gmail. Fl 33119. he scoured the passenger lists for a traveler going to and from Europe within that frame of time.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. A few questions. certainly decent quality. There was no information to be found. more than anything. had been lived in suspended animation –-she was in a holding pattern. He went over the picture again in his mind.com SCRIBD2 three weeks before and after said letter had arrived from Europe. Valda. On the day that he had entered her apartment. the woman on TV seemed schoolmarm-ish. She was well read. Although the apartment was nothing to sneeze at. but he was pretty sure. nothing conservative there. She spent money on books. For one thing. he had assumed she had gone to walk the dog – the leash was gone -. up to then. her clothes – the clothes in her closet were smaller that the woman on tv would wear. but in a subtle way. How? Something told him there was more to the picture… He was a patient man. a subscriber to the Wall Street Journal. a Mac was in the apartment. he’d had no way of truly being sure that it had been her that he had found. some other periodicals and lots of novels. She was a tall woman. A woman with a good body who liked to accent it. She had exotic tastes and didn’t believe in limiting herself. and a “Shredder” Program that destroyed anything left floating behind in the memory every twelve hours. Sneakers.he’d spent an hour looking out of her window for a woman with a white poodle. Heels. After that. never mind the outcome. Miami Beach. She had a program that automatically erased her trail every time she logged off. Then narrowed the computer listings based on sex. although not top-of the line. A woman who liked being feminine without being frilly. but apparently she’d used a flash drive to hold her personal files – nothing on there was usable. Her life. The fat hit the fire a couple hours later. the furnishings were. All size ten – about the same as size eight in a man’s. She paid a premium for quality organic and all natural products both local and imported. His mistake was that he had seen the huge photo of her dog on her fridge. but not show too much. Bloomberg. the variety and selection of her grooming products revealed a woman who took far better care of herself than that female on television. Somehow she had known that he was on her trail and had gone to the police. There were no pictures of herself in the apartment. if a little on the classy side. Good shoes – nothing conservative about them…her clothing. too. and who she was now--with nothing to tie them in between. Stylish. That. music – a god quality laptop. convinced 70 . Again. All was beginning to have Rosseberg put together a scenario and a picture that was disconcerting. then compared that to drivers’ licenses height and sex. Merely a long arduous process of elimination. and because of the time of morning. Lastly. conservative. It was as if. there was some disconnect between who she was before she’ d disappeared. Secondly. Sexy. The shoes. Not even her email could he have access to based on her computer usage.
The average person left so much on their computers it was a damn shame. Rosseberg had been in the military – an ex green beret.com SCRIBD2 him he was on the right track. not once. That meant she had anticipated an attempt during the press conference. against the image he had formed of her from being in her apartment. Some pet owners he could willfully murder. he had to take a close look at two people: Royal. The only exception here was that he was dealing with someone so unique as to be far above her brother’s estimation. The first indication that she might be a different sort occurred when he noticed the care she took of her dog. and that mean he would need to revise his approach. Two types of people he despised – bullies and careless people. he’d seen. he wasn’t seeing the whole picture…and that could lead to mistakes. and heard. This could only mean something that had escaped his employer. Most people were scumbags who wanted to get rid of other scumbags like themselves – and may the highest bidder win. or diamond collar for the dog. A couple cute pet toys and some photographs. were a kind of coward. her appeal on television. both types he felt. He didn’t like when things didn’t jibe. but had showed up anyway. Sucks to be the person whom he was hired to kill. of he wanted to complete his mission.DeDieu@gmail. The fact that she had enough money to spend on such and expensive luxury not only convinced him he was looking in the right direction.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. it further showed him just how much Royal had underestimated his sister. No pet clothing – he hated those with a passion. not once. Although what she looked like on television seemed to rasp diametrically. would have moved him – had he been another man. just before he took his first shot. and had convinced himself that they two. It meant there were unknown qualities. The lady had balls. he’d drifted into doing the sort of work for people who needed work done of a very special sort – just shy of mercenary for hire. It gave him clues to his target. just good quality pet care – organic dog food. his employer. The 71 . In all the years he had been doing this. And for now. Royal’s tale of a sister who needed to be put away bothered him not in the least – just rich people getting rid of each other. Rossberg hated mistakes. Valda. From then on. and his sister. He hated them with as much as he hated people who misled him. It had not endeared Royal to him – at all. So she disappeared – and she was alive. Why would this bother him just now? For only one reason. Fl 33119. were cut from the same cloth. vitamins and an herbal flea collar – and the good natured spoiling that a dog lover would indulge in. didn’t add up. or foolish. had any personal observations given rise into feelings that would deter him from his job – and his was no exception. He found that he liked it. Just for kicks. brother and sister. The passion and conviction of her statement. causing him to make mistakes. He had taken Royal’s measure very early on. Miami Beach. Nothing extravagant. Then. Now he wasn’t so sure. he thought.
Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. but would just as soon not have around – regardless of the entertainment value. He needed to know his sister was on him – and as such. Wesley had taken the bait. Have you picked up her trail?” There was a strange hesitancy on other end. Royal was in the middle of some very big plans. along with some other very excellent groceries from lady’s house. No sense in leaving it for people who could not appreciate it – her landlord. He ought to warn his employer. Perhaps he’d play a little hard to get. They were excellent – Hansen’s all natural – Dragonfruit flavor. Then there had come the logistics. and have more of the cheap kind a little later after the guests had killed their taste buds with liquor. the decorating. he made a little moue of disgust. something good happening. Maybe she was even close to him already… He picked up the phone. Took a long pull of his soda. He’d picked them up. or low-rent cops. And so he was quite displeased when he heard what was said next. thinking. Perhaps the bitch was dead already. Getting back to the question at hand. many times. one he was used to. might be some sort of diversion. Royal’s strangely girlish high giggle could be chilling. He sat back. Very big plans. as he pursed his lips. “Sorry you missed. “Well?” he demanded. It was with the anticipation of a preferred and predestined end that he pleasantly contemplated that he was brought back down to earth with a phone call. that sort of thing… He needed an escort.com SCRIBD2 lady might have a clue who she was dealing with. deserved a certain loyalty. At the thought.DeDieu@gmail. Should he—or shouldn’t he? As much as he liked the idea of seeing the two go at it. She had existed for so long as a mere accessory to his central image of himself. probably had plans to get close to him. her presence there could only add cachet to his surroundings… He was trying to wrangle how he could finagle a sort of mixture of two types of caviar…serve the expensive early. She might have had a clue all along. One of long standing. If there was one area that Royal prided himself on. His sister had long been at the end of that giggle. which meant that her tactics so far. He had a strange auguring of a life-change. It augured little good for anybody but himself. perhaps a new direction. a different code exerted itself. She was like a pesky pet to him. Twisting a few arms had gotten him a top quality caterer at the last minute –she had to push of some other exclusive soiree on someone else. Royal picked up on that immediately. there. Nothing brought out the competitive spirit in a beautiful woman than the sight of another beautiful woman on the arm of an eligible man. Valda. He giggled at the thought. and so it appeared had his mother. and giving the girl a decent chance. the lighting according to a “theme” . he thought. So when he tried to fit into his mind the image of 72 . Once he knew that she knew she was made. it was knowing his sister. Royal was his employer and as such. This was the sort of detail that whetted his appetite for the big hunt – and then the kill. the party planner who would take care of the arrangements . he knew she would not be coming back. Miami Beach. A grande dame of New York society. for instance. Fl 33119.
Dubai was opining up with all sorts of possibilities. Why. expense was no object. How soon would one find that out. concerned his himself with thought that he might have made a deadly enemy. knowing him and knowing his plans – all these years. Quite suddenly. and with finality. And just as quickly dismissed it. but not quite penetration . and was a professional. The possibilities were endless and he found himself getting more and more aroused at the lurid tableaus he explored in his mind. Royal shook his head – ridiculous. they even sugared their drinking water. Besides. He wondered how one introduced such a conversational tidbit – what was the protocol for example. Rosseberg didn’t argue. Moreover he’d come closer to finding April than anyone else. he firmly. If he were to get in. and don’t bother me with any theories of what she might know or might be thinking.” “Yes.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. How hard can it be to find her? How fast can she run? Did you see that fat wrench on TV? Get her picture out. He was paying Rosseberg the equivalent of the gross national product of a small third world nation – Rosseberg had come highly recommended. Understood?” Rosseberg hung up. the people at the top of the food chain were said to be insular. outsmarting him. Valda. he was horny. Did you wait until you were –perhaps at the entrance to her vagina. “You’re wrong. in retrospect quite gauche. Don’t call me until the job I’ve paid you for is done. A ridiculous idea…he laughed and simply shook his head . Find her. The Saudis certainly did not stint when it came to quality. for so long that Royal. so to speak. He took a long pull at his cognac and decided he needed some company and a reason to light up a good cigar. dumb-ass wretch who has plagued my existence for all these years – find her. never the less inquired into the silence. He finished his business in a flurry of call. he wanted all of this out of the way – he had other things on his mind. that deal –whatever it was that he would be cutting Wesley out of – that was going to be something else too. Then concerned himself with figuring out how best one goes about seducing a Saudi Princess…and how does one get rid of her bodyguard. Royal.DeDieu@gmail. This was quite possibly one of the most exciting events to occur to him in a long time. when things had progressed to a comfortable state of intimacy. The idea was strangely appealing. dismissed it. and I don’t want to ever see her again. Cutting out Wesley in more than one way. “You hear me? Dead wrong. He was silent. would make just that sweeter. put her to bed. The bonus was of course. well…the sky’s the limit. Fl 33119.” He told Rosseberg flatly. 73 . but the true players.com SCRIBD2 his sister. breathing hard. Is it true they were mutilated – circumcised in the clitoris? Did that mean that they struggled and felt pain during intercourse.” “Now pick up the trail of that fat-assed. Flush with the idea of how much money he could potentially make. knowing he could never be hung up on. or did she inform you before . His argument with the caterer on serving two types of caviar was. Miami Beach. He’d simply wanted some feedback as to his idea. and clannish. Let me tell you what she might know or might be thinking. his sister.
except for one thing. he needed to find out who was getting close to Royal recently. The kinkiness was simply irresistible. right under her brother’s nose while he’d chased her all round Europe. It might even be advisable to obtain a list of new hires and temps…people rarely realized how vulnerable they are to these temporary staff people. He was good at what he did. would get him the same results in this case. However. using the same method he had to track her down. and often hired by those who needed the best – so it was with no particular emotion of any kind that he had listened to Royal’s rant. and so. elegant. working backward. A woman might be easier to handle than a man. Through this person. Living in the United States. he never worked with a partner. Royal sometimes obtained Wesley’s itinerary. had given him an insight into her mind. and deserved what a fool got. When she ran away from her brother the first time – she was on the defensive. He had reason to believe she going to be on the offensive. that posture and the tilt of her head during the press conference – she was no longer on the defensive. Fl 33119. for the most part were easier to approach than women. That was the way her mind worked. or other important information…he wondered. Rosseberg realized that there was a lot more going on here than what appeared. Miami Beach. the less people he eventually had to eliminate. His employer might be the target. A better idea might be to have Royal watched to see who was trying to get close to him. Quite suddenly he threw his head back and laughed. she would be going after Royal. Rosseberg did not believe in wasting his time. The less wet work he parceled out. The lady’s solution. Besides. simple.DeDieu@gmail.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. at the surface to be as simple kill for hire. someone who could tell him what was going on. One difference. of the target Rosseberg was hired to kill. Since he would not be getting Royal’s cooperation for that. It might be time to create a vacancy in Royal’s place of work. he was a tall man even in his stockinged feet. but men. Although the two were estranged right now. the look in her eye. he would go on pursuing that little angle. and had someone in his organization. and looked off into space. Rosseberg thought about the easiest way to approach his problem. Still this first part he preferred to handle himself. skilled as they were and placed in highly sensitive positions. Any man who paid an expert and then refused to listen to him was a fool. 74 . would she still be hiding out at Wesley? His instincts told him that to put a couple of men on Wesley’s movements might be a good idea. now that April was back in town.com SCRIBD2 Rosseberg hung up. and had probably started already. Royal still kept tabs on Wesley. Standing up now. he would approach this a whole other way. yet clever. Valda. April would not be going after Wesley. One of the first places he had looked in Europe at was the apartment that Royal told her April had shared for a Summer with his boyhood pal Wesley. That little speech. To get back on her trail. When it came to killing he had no ego to prick. So. that was pure genius. Somehow Royal’s “little” sister had pulled a switcheroo on them. when it came to killing.
then they were nothing. a little man by the window stood. Strange that a woman would give him greater challenge than most men. saw a rabbit coming by. and she watched. it was either that or go into hiding himself for a couple of years – and he had no stamina for that. Royal’s own life depended right now. Valda. He realized with growing amazement that it had been a long time he’d had to exert himself so much on behalf of a target.com SCRIBD2 Whether Royal knew it or not.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266.DeDieu@gmail. help me” said. that without his intervention. Although the mattress cover was soaked the mattress itself was dry. it was with a sense of …excitement. she knew of Royal’s plans for her. Fl 33119. by sending him a couple of emails . he had to explore a second possibility…that if she had laid her trail earlier than expected and was already ensconced there. the sheets. He would first check out new hires. knocking at the door… “help me. he had given him access into his computer. With the typical office network and even text files capable of accessing the internet for periodic “updates” or research or even translations and corrections. on Rosseberg. On top of that. He knew just such a woman. then went into the linen closet and took out fresh linens. “for the hunter’s gonna shoot me dead…” Old Nursery Song Peter and April cleaned up the mess he’d made. She was good at that sort of thing. He had feeling that time was running out for Royal. Miami Beach. if it came to a no holds barred battle between Royal and his sister. there was no contest. Royal was as good as dead. then she might already be close to Royal. see who was single and/or lonely. help me. Ironically however. She was in awe at how ruthlessly efficient he 75 . His sister would not hide behind anyone to kill Royal. Knowing her as he thought he did. he was probably saving Royal’s ass – and his life. their association might have to come to an end after this…he might have to get rid of her. she would probably have given a false address. Royal would have been dead long ago. a kind of spur out of his usual detachment. Royal. See if his girl had already gotten close – then with her address on file. had it been say. he had too may possibilities to check in such a short time and would need to create a vacancy. and get some field work done by someone else – a woman. getting to her would be a breeze. although he had to give her credit. As he thought of all the angles and possibilities. In which case. pillowcases. he had been hired to kill. just acknowledgements to some updates. He wondered though. With how high profile this had gotten. Or rather he cleaned. told them what he wanted and changed everything. all he had to do was jump from there into the personnel files. *** CHAPTER EIGHT: IN A COTTAGE IN A WOOD “In a cottage in a wood. This was potentially explosive – and so sensitive. she had done reconnaissance for him before. If as he suspected. If he had the typical firewalls. He sensed that. nothing incriminating. were matters reversed. He cheerfully planted her in a wing chair in the bedroom while he first removed the comforter. so he rang up housekeeping.
he simply took the used towels and swabbed the floor.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. “They wash and sanitize the towels. and though she loved them both. please. I’d better take Sir Poops-a-Lot for his walk at the same time. Fl 33119. Since you’re going to walk Shia…” Shia barked and ran around.com SCRIBD2 was. Peter ignored him.wait.DeDieu@gmail. but with pleasure in his eyes. Wisely he looked at her and said. and chocolate. however. she’d really. April was feeling so irritable her hair stood on end. she felt the room suddenly close. He rubbed my back some more. not Hersheys. He’d heard two words he liked. Shia’s ears went flat. What would have taken her at least half an hour was done in no time at all. Wait. carefully. he rubbed her back. is “hair” plural as in collective…or is it “hairs”…. she thought. “I need…” “What Baby?” He asked. which she’d spent alone the way she’d spent every birthday for twenty years alone. Her headache and cramps were gone. Lindt‘s. She was running short on supplies. really lay into him. “I don’t believe you just did that. taking it for granted that she would be happy with whichever he was used to getting for someone else. Peter grinned back at him. “I’m taking out Sir-Poops–A-Lot. and she was high on estrogen. man and dog. both Peter and Shia looked up.” was Peter’s parting shot as he left the room to look for Shia’s leash. Even the floors he dealt with likewise efficiently. And if he did ask her what kind. if he didn’t. staring at each other with their identically idiotic grins on their faces. “Chocolate. Poopinator?” Shia barked. then my feet and then stood up. If he’d asked me “what are they?” She’d hit him. you need anything? Coming. “ April rejoined. “The Poopinator. “What !“ she yelled. Even my hair hurts. ” The look she sent him was dangerous. he did for her.” she told him. he stooped down in front of me. she’d hit him too. Walk. where would she pick up something like that and could she tell him the name –then shut up. Miami Beach. Meanwhile she realized that she was in a predicament. The thought of an 76 . “I can see how it’s going to be when we have our kids. and grinned. I want some peace and quiet. Walking over to me. offhandedly. In awe and rather in love. Before she could broach the subject. Hairs hurt? Hair hurt? Sensitive as ever to my moods. looking for his leash. she read it all in a drunken blur on her fortieth birthday.” April knew the risks associated with having kids after forty. she knew. There they were.” He grumbled.” She told him.” he retorted. as if he were completely accustomed to doing this every day for some other woman. “Peter…can you…get me some sanitary napkins. “Yeah. now she needed something to soothe her. Being a man. “I’m forty -. “Mmmm…” she moaned. Valda. instead of hunting for the mop. The tingles sent bliss to her toes. reaching behind. “What kind”… “Any kind -.I’m not having any kids.
and felt it would break with the strain. high up.com SCRIBD2 amniocentesis scared her to bits. But more charmed. Ma Mere – Margery was there. Miami Beach. He kept looking at me and polishing. Kia.. hard. *** APRIL’ S PRIVATE HORROR SHOW: When Peter left I was alone in the loft. Peter’s words had a way of hitting in her center. I knew a menace lurked. She could hear him descending down the stairs of the hotel suite’s loft. I was not tired of carrying it. Instead of liquor there were fireworks behind him. yet she was getting further and further away…I was inexorably drawn to a bar. menacingly. looking sleepy. she fought back with her new-found weapon. banging and calling. his face growing increasingly terrified. “He didn’t mean that Andrew. I went this way and that.Mia. And I was tired…Oh so tired. indoors and 77 . So instead of allowing herself to feel goofy. terrified. . but as the night wore on. leashed Shia and walked all the way to the door. through the amniotic sac to collect fluid to be tested – she didn’t see how it was less risky than simply having the baby…Oh no. But there they were. looking innocent. It was Grecian in style. where there was a man. but didn’t let them know Peter was gone. yet never getting any lighter. “Well then we’d better get started right away”… She called out throatily. some the whole room was made of glass. I assured them I was fine.” She was charmed and annoyed. My hair was braided too.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. then brushed his lips on the bruise. He moved towards her. and I was imprisoned within.just like you. then harder. jangling the leash. I really couldn’t have stood Kunig or Abraham around me just then. thousands of them. I needed sleep. Paul. Fl 33119. you’d better watch what you’re saying to the mother of your kids”…April laughed more—Peter really looked outraged. patted her tummy and said. and Peter was banging and calling. my hair uncoiling and tipping me up. I knew Peter had made sure everything was secure. a very tall man. smiling and polishing and behind the bar. That long needle going through her stomach. and she began uncoiling my hair for me. then bit her on the shoulder. Valda. She was lying back on the bed. “I could murder you…” “Careful. then looking down. Peter was outside. so I slept… …I was at a party wearing a white dress. Daddy’s just playing”… Peter kissed her hard -. Shia in tow. polishing a long black glass that gleamed like a gun. They both checked in. with a gold column collar and a silken braided gold cord around my waist. Ma mere kept uncoiling and coiling. but I pulled away from her.” he yelled back. Peter dashed back upstairs-his arousal evident. it grew heavier and heavier until my neck ached. kissed her lips.on the lips. and he seemed not to know they were there. She laughed. higher than I had every seen it before…at first. “What?” She said. “I’ve waited years for the perfect woman and now we’re going to have some perfectly bratty kids -. “You’re so easy…” and laughed again. She waited until he had reached all the way down.DeDieu@gmail. “ “Oh yes we are. and left.
I was upstairs looking down at myself. as long as a vase. I looked the other way. Instead. and the door opened. dancing and I was upstairs. over and over again. Peter looked determined and kept hitting on the glass. Wesley was still in line. I knew…I knew …popping out like a jack in the box would be… Music started up…a tune struck by the band…a waltz…a waltz? I had read too many Georgette Heyer or Barbara Cartland novels. leading me in the waltz. I warned. I wept – I didn’t want to run away. Fl 33119. he looked different – no longer tired. with the man who was polishing. slowly…slowly…I knew it was Royal . I knew it my sight. getting to the front of the line. slender and gleaming yet a black so dense and deep. and all the time. Peter it’s dangerous in here. The fireworks could go off at any time. he was coming in. yet highly polished as chrome…and behind the counter. looking down at myself. But – this was different. and I was so little… 78 . Where was Peter? I wanted to dance with Peter. I knew if I didn’t do something he would think of taking his gun and shooting through the glass and coming in…It was too dangerous for him I thought. She was free to roam upstairs and she was searching for something…something that would help her deal with what was behind the bar… I was in Royal’s room. and his smile never dimmed. I tried to shout. Now he was radiant. If only I could get back …the window. nameless. He looked so proud. There was my father. People milling around me. At the end he used to look so tired. Miami Beach. where? Royal had a way of finding me. I was different. Valda. There was a line…and at the end stood Wesley. I was being waltzed. yet she looked at herself downstairs as if looking through a mirror. but he kept pointing to the bar where I was being drawn to. so was the crowd…. I could help …who? I heard footsteps…Hide! Hide. so proud. I smiled at Wesley –Wesley had always known. but he was coming up fast – Peter was behind the glass. I told him. and my father was warning me – be careful. but he would be coming – and that is why I knew…I had to find it…what was it? If I found it. stay away. I could go out the window and crawl back to my room. beaming at me. Something evil and troll-like. and we kept moving and moving towards the man in the bar…and something was behind that bar. Margery and Wesley and me. I was on the floor. So was my dress. he wouldn’t understand – he couldn’t know. slowly. teasing me as always. smell and feel. I had no voice. Wait – this was my debutante’s ball. The person I was upstairs was different.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266.DeDieu@gmail. Somehow I was both places at once. was his message of love.com SCRIBD2 dangerous. something that would set off all the fireworks and destroy everyone in here…We had to get to the bar before he stood up…my father and Wesley and Ma Mere and me…we all were listening to the waltz… My dream shifted. Peter. the waltz on a floor. polishing the black tall glass. Wesley took my hand. behind and before. with one faceless partner and another. faceless. The footsteps stopped. I was drawn to that bar. we danced in a tangle of coil and hair. He was not there. this way and that. and the man with the smile. very slowly. never stopping.
he was going to jump up from behind the bar and somehow it was going to be terrible because …because he was breathing on me. and I was sitting in his lap and my panties were all twisted and I was feeling terrible…and he came up from behind the bar and he was horrible. I heard little feet running upstairs… And she was a little girl. crawling and she wore a cute little frilly pink dress and pink matching panties. but it was danger I could not move away from. My ears pricked as above the music from the band. they were both pulling me back. tell me little girl and it was a monster and horrible and no one else was there but me and he and it was… “Royal!” I screamed… *** 79 . only it was a firecracker. yet I was drawing them forward. her legs were fat and she had darling little creases in them.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. There was still a sense of menace coming from behind that bar…altogether there was danger there. He was pointing the gun dead at me and still smiling and yet I was more afraid more terrified of who was behind the bar. I knew it. running …she was me. and the host put the glass on the counter. It was red as blood. He was pouring something into the glass and it was red. My father had no qualms about what was going to happen. in my gown. reaching me. because he was going to pop up . tell me. His face grew bigger and bigger and he kept saying how do you feel? Tell me how you feel today. all gleaming and naked and brown body and asking me over and over again “How do you feel today. Wesley had my hand. how do you feel today… Ma Mere and Wesley and I got up to the bar and the smiling man took the glass and held it out to me…then he moved back. she got on her knees and crawled away and Royal was behind her and at first it was a game and she was shrieking with glee and then his face changed and his breath. Miami Beach.DeDieu@gmail. Ma mere my hair. hot and heavy is reaching her. dancing…I was coming up to the bar. yet I was drawn to it.com SCRIBD2 I was back downstairs again. The glass was meant for me. Red. I couldn’t drink it. I saw his approval of what I intended to do – but I did not know yet. Fl 33119. little girl. Valda. back all the while smiling while he shifted the glass and it elongated and became…a gun. He took a bottle from behind. How do you feel”… over and over…he was tugging at her legs and her panties and he was breathing on me and it was searing and hot and he kept asking how do you feel.
until he was told he would not meet the fitness requirements.DeDieu@gmail. and their international counterparts. Kunig knew this was their way of buying him and Peter time to nail their case before the FBI got involved. but not before he saw the two FBI agents sweating profusely. they can’t seem to find her – you seen Peter lately?” “Can’t say I have.com SCRIBD2 Kunig advantage of Wesley’s generosity to the “Saudi “Princess’s detail” to request a trip back to Miami to go Mt. Sinai to see the Captain and Wesley agreed. Wesley only recruited from former elite forces: Seal. and that meant getting their case locked up before the players got their hands locked by the feds.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. get the bastard who shot the Capt. They knew what that meant… Both men exchanged derisive looks. man. “Hey. Rangers. he was out of the coma.” “Bubbles” was a fifteen year old beat cop whose specialty was taking any unwelcome visitor to lunch. too. “No. who picked up immediately. He stood around and groused with other police officers as they came and went. The fact that the feebs were on to this case so soon meant an added complication. One particular piece of information caught his attention. the frustration factor pretty much went up among the local cops so they “cooperated” the best they could within parameters. Fl 33119. and he was not helped by the constant stream of people who took it upon themselves to catch him up with the latest gossip and news. Pretty much anyone who ate there spent their afternoon in the john. The flight took so little time that gave serious thought to what it would be like to be part of Wesley’s security team. Peter’s first concern was about the Captain. Miami Beach. with identical signs of acute discomfort on their faces. 80 . and Marines. Kunig sat there with a sour face during the chauffeured ride to the hospital. Valda. he walked past. Clearing his desk of the files on it took quite some time. As he was walked out he saw “Bubbles” walking in. what’s up?” “Heard they’ve been talking to everybody involved in this case – the Wintour thing. “Thanks. he outlined what he had learned. were they here asking for him?” “Asking for you. who gave no sign of recognition. Kunig. man. but not allowed to receive visitors except for family. The captain was doing much better than expected. talk to the feebs yet?” So the FBI had been. he couldn’t very well tell them about April’s plan – but they had to be kept apprised of matters at some point. He went down to the precinct and the place was a madhouse. He smiled. Calling Peter.” “No sweat. Where FBI jurisdiction prevailed.” “Where are they now?” “Bubbles took them out to lunch. Keeping his head averted.” Kunig nodded and left. The little hole in the wall place that boasted the “best” sandwich this side of downtown Miami specialized in only one thing – raising the stock prices of toilet paper.
hands hidden in a long coat pocket. and aching to use some again.outta this kid. obediently sitting when Peter commanded him to as he paid for his purchases at the cash register. In spite of his musing. He wasn’t the slightest bit interested though. He stood still and let them pet him. He was inside the hotel suite. It was the way she way she uttered his name made Peter’s blood run cold. Cautious now. She was crying in her sleep. Miami Beach. he was quite prepared to show his badge if anyone had asked him to leave the dog outside. achy woman with her period that he had not the slightest chance of having sex with anytime soon. He supposed New York was a single man’s mecca. learning how to be a productive citizen. For instance. he unclipped the leash from Shia. a rich punk by the looks of it.DeDieu@gmail. Shia mewled and scratched the door. He made a note to stop by and scare the shit: coke. after impressing some young vulnerable girl who never got to see him like this – dirty and wiped out from his last use. here he was probably coming in from scoring another buy from his dealer. shapeliest most delicious ass he’d ever seen – last. and up the stairs to the bedroom loft when he heard the sounds. He should be in college. Everyone made a fuss over Shia.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. She was murmuring something…and then she screamed her brother’s name. and telephone numbers. and where cute dogs were concerned. and on their turf. and holding her stomach in agony. ‘that’ll put some starch in you’ -. liquid g. *** Peter walked into the hotel suite with packages in his hands and Shia at his heels. ecstasy. He was bemused. He really was a cute dog. Valda. He knew he was in love when he preferred being with a cranky. and quite loudly. Fl 33119. having been to the latest club in his expensive car. April put all these women in the shade – secondly she had the smoothest. to any of those willing women out there.com SCRIBD2 Once they discussed his condition a bit he agreed that they should meet the feebs on their terms. the kid averted his eyes. he was alert – a cop’s habit. *** 81 . giving Peter the eye and cards. whatever it was -. That was the crux of it. And the women! They came up to him in droves…they all cooed and fussed over Shia. First of all in his opinion. And so he noticed this young man. the 45th Penthouse suite. the door man even stooping to scratch him behind the ear. He looked all of eighteen and already dissolute. Peter noted what floor he went off on. or in the military – like his father would say. he knew that he would rather be miserable with April than happy with anyone else. The boy kept his eyes averted. No one in the hotel made the slightest complaint over Shia. he supposed all the rules were made to be broken. There were moans coming from there. He could always tell by the eyes – they were still dilated. and the little scamp clearly enjoyed it.instead. as he sidled into the elevator. He opened slowly…April was tossing and turning and moaning . who ran straight for the bedroom. Looking at him sideways. but no one did. They decided to speak to April and see how they should proceed.
He looked quite different from the way April had ever seen him. something deep and dark and lonely. There was a distance. made things worse. what she had bought with twenty years of her life. He was pushing here. he couldn’t begin to name. a truth. He’d come in and found her screaming. 82 . and – the power of the dream was such that it still haunted her in a way where what she had just experienced was more real than what she was now going through. he knew. He only suspected – and he was already disgusted. But there was a difference. She looked into his face. Dusk was forming blue. “What about?” Her voice as dangerous as his. and helped her get over the shakes – and brought her some brandy after she’d taken yet another shower to get rid of the sweats. it was pulling through her like a wire through a fresh cut. Peter’s demand came at the worst possible time. He was playing a dangerous game. He could lose her. This was early evening. She called to him – yet she pushed him away.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. She wasn’t coy. He loved April – he knew that. In a way. sensitive as always to mood. She felt it. He only knew that there was fear there. she couldn’t tell him what he wanted to know. No one had to tell me what it meant – it was obvious. could be selfish. She couldn’t lose what was so dear. but took no notice of it. at its core. Fl 33119. What he sensed. She had just faced something. Valda. and Peter couldn’t reach her which some way.com SCRIBD2 “We have to talk. aurbergine and amber lights in the room. And so She opted for loss. She was shaken by my dream. For the time being April was abstracted. “About your brother. there would always be that barrier between them that he kept coming up against. even in daytime. She was real—he knew that. and yet. and he knew it. went out of the room on a little whine. Shia. He was disgusted at her ploy. It was pain.” “Wrong?” She asked. It hurt to know what I couldn’t tell him when he was alive. until she told him what held her so tightly in its grip that she had nightmares. He’d held her. or a tease. the glossy black hair forming the widow’s peak that she loved and felt that this was a turning point in their relationship. It hurt to see my father again. and until it was faced. she was never his. Miami Beach. But he couldn’t continue this without knowing that he had done all he could to help her face her past. again and again. stalling for time.” Peter’s voice brooked no argument.DeDieu@gmail. But he also knew. The trembling he had felt in her body was very real. it’s obvious something is very wrong there. But even love. April. and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was doing this on his behalf – or hers. It cut her to the core. This was the look she had dreaded seeing on his face. She couldn’t bear it. and absent herself. what he suspected. Peter felt a sense of loathing at himself. What was still with her was how much it hurt.
I paid for another week in advance. “What do you know. And I knew I felt lower than I ever had. “You know what?” She laughed slightly. “You know?” She lifted her head with an arrogance he had never seen. Charly was dark blond. “Excuse me. “Why don’t you do that. attractive. The first day I slept in all day. with a deposit of a thousand dollars for a two weeks in advance.” *** APRIL’S PRIVATE HORROR I walked through the door on legs that trembled. He was the nicest person. “I know.” She turned around. very thin.we weren’t even allowed to bring food into the rooms. was from Sweden. “Okay… let’s do it your way then. I went to Miami Beach. 83 .” A look of absolute panic tore across her face. and walked away.com So he tried another tack. mocking. The first night I spent in a hostel called Travellers.” SCRIBD2 Her look was incredulous. This cut him. “Call Royal. Valda. he would never see. versus when you want to. Miami Beach. then collected herself and her eyes took on a look that Peter prayed that if he were fortunate enough to spend the rest of his life with this woman.DeDieu@gmail. I got sick of eating restaurant food by the third day. I couldn’t show my ID so I told them I hadn’t any. instead of walking with my duffle bag like a bag lady. ever again for as long as he lived. I couldn’t go to Europe. and she put a protective hand across her stomach as if hit by a body blow. that had swallowed me up. I was homesick and tired and anxious and sad and depressed. and the third. when I walked out of Miami International airport with a duffle bag. I knew I was suffering from typical symptoms of depression. so I would go to vacation here instead. I couldn’t cook in the rooms -. She gasped. Charly. The clerk there. something where the landlord was not particular. always helpful. It’s different when you have to eat bought food. I took a bus to the first place I thought of. my personal papers and no place to go… The world seemed a yawning hole through which I had fallen. So I started waking up early mornings to walk by the sea. By the fourth day.” She walked to the door. Peter?” She said. At least I would be near the ocean. and booked a room for myself. Peter?” She turned heel. Fl 33119. and the second. “Let’s call Royal and tell him you’re here. with a constant smile. but was secure and I could leave my things there with confidence. Worse than I did twenty years ago.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. The people and their dogs cheered me up and I decided to look for a studio apartment. and I had to show a drivers’ license.
At the table. The truth that I was right didn’t matter –the closer people got. shut. I knew he would rather have cut of his right hand than hurt me. had she stood there arguing with him. The apartment came furnished and I paid cash for a month up front. Peter had just put it back. She was a warrior. and locked the door.DeDieu@gmail. *** Peter felt like kicking himself. How lost – adrift. to undo what he had done. she did not leave him banging on the door. I never forgot those first days of isolation – how terrible I felt. She was not a typical female. “April? Please open the door. she simply sat. but instead. saying nothing. She opened it and stood there. Unwittingly. As bad as it was when they knew. legs splayed out. she looked rather sad. I couldn’t face the way I felt about him right now. People did all manner of things when they thought they were doing it “for your own good.com SCRIBD2 With Charly’s help I managed to get a rental from a man who owned an art deco building – quite old. And in that instant he knew – he would rather carve his heart out than ever hurt her again. I went into my bedroom. he could have put on some armor. Miami Beach. As always the impact of her face. It only made something I had believed from early on even more real and true – people could not help but hurt me in this fight. The feature which won me over was its wooden floors. standing there – not asking for anything from him.” The better they felt about it the worse it was for you. which made him feel worse. flat on his belly. she was both vulnerable and invincible at the same time. if he knew.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Fl 33119. Had she tried to use her physicality against him to make her point. looking at him. the more they could hurt you. in every sense of the word. but somewhat modernized and charming. Valda. He knocked on the door. I know he didn’t mean to. But he had to speak to her before Kunig and the others got here. needing extensive repair. Together they walked the entire length of the suite to the kitchen. I have something to say. Shia laid. 84 . Although in the ensuing years I had moved into nicer and nicer apartments. particularly once I had established a new identity and had the documents to show for it. I was thrilled I was in heaven – I could cook. his butt towards him. and yet she didn’t fight him. Even the dog wasn’t speaking to him. He put out his and to hold hers and she pulled it back. Peter’s guts felt like they had fallen out – what had he done? If he went in now it would only force a confrontation. her eyes and body knocked the breath out of him and he felt rather stupid.” Surprisingly. She wasn’t out to make her point or have the advantage – she simply was …real. She did not press her advantage in this fight. it was worse when they didn’t. I knew he’d give anything. Instead. Still it didn’t matter. I know he didn’t even know what he had done – but it didn’t change it. Herself. and always with that threat – that sword of Damocles hanging over my head.
” I will walk out of here and you will never see me again. do you think anyone will believe me? After the first two or three complaints.” He held out his hand. and my dog. What was he supposed to think.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. jumped just out of his reach. to tell you what I’ve lived with – can you know. What am I supposed to think?” She closed her eyes. Andy “So that’s why you won’t see him. and your father will has just named you controlling heir. He ached. just to watch her. Talk to the feds-are you kidding me? How long do you think I would last?” 85 .. and the fire. as if I’d had a choice.” It wasn’t as simple as that. He has unlimited resources and virtually unlimited funds -. girls. Let me run something by you..” That goaded me beyond anything. Fl 33119. I am sorry. Three months later. You are a female. holding on just a little longer and then sat back across from her. “What am I supposed to do about what you are supposed to think. all he has to do is bide his time. I came in and you were having that nightmare as if someone were attacking you … and then I hear you scream your brother’s name. But he wouldn’t let it go. can you even begin to understand? Or will you judge me?” She shivered. “Luckily he didn’t succeed. and rubbed her arms. Think of the logistics. Valda. but satisfactorily. Peter? That Royal my brother has been trying to get into my panties from since I was a baby of three?” His look of shocked incredulity. let her to her seat. coming in . You have a love/hate relationship with him. Peter? How can I begin to explain. I never…I never imagined…I couldn’t. women. This wasn’t the time for telling him the rest.com SCRIBD2 “April. you suspect your brother. followed by horror and shame pieced me…mistaking it as I did… He got up and knelt in front of her “April. your powerful older brother who had been running the company –not exemplarily. but it would have to do. “What do you want me to tell you. “What do you do? “Ah-ah-ah!” I warned him.” I recounted the incident at my debutante’s ball. Miami Beach.he can have me killed so it looks like an accident and would be miles away.DeDieu@gmail. for some time is trying to kill you…” I felt little satisfaction the look of utter shock on his face. don’t lie to me. “Fine” He said – “Don’t’ tell me everything – but when I ask. grabbed her hand. your father has just died. “If you say anything as trite as “go to the police. This is my older brother --first of all. I’m sorry…I can’t begin to tell you how much I am sorry. isn’t there? There is more that you’re not telling me. Don’t lie to him. “Fine. bodies and spirits broken…If I made you relive any of that. Peter. “But there’s more to the story. I worked early on in my career with domestic abuse and I’ve never been as torn as when I did –little children. You’re twenty-two years old.
a favor. her brother had vouched for her – yet she was working as an administrative assistant for the paralegals in Royal’s in-house Legal department.DeDieu@gmail. do yourself. Valda. he was mistaken. There were a few promising possibilities for him to look at in Royal’s organization recruited right out of Miami. She shook off his hand and said. there are no expectations and no disappointments. it was gratifying to see how easily he was coming up with some very promising information. He simply wanted to observe her. He had her name and address from the file. 86 .Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. he would be placing himself at risk to put her under surveillance on her own turf so to speak – and it could be unnecessary. then a home visit was in order. Fl 33119. there too. but it was a far simpler project for him to observe someone from the company parking lot than it was to observe her in her own neighborhood. which got his attention. hired within the last three months. Once he had started along the lines of inquiry he’d thought about. From now on.com SCRIBD2 She lo0oked levelly at him: “You wanted some answers and the first thing you do is hold a threat over me – without even knowing how much you could harm me – is this the kind of relationship we’re having?” Peter felt lower than a dog – there was no lower that he could go. If she did. Your damned Precinct has more holes than a sieve. Miami Beach. do us -.” Peter watched her as she walked away. “Do me a favor – no. She was an extremely over-qualified underachiever. So far. He would simply see if she fit the height/weight/age parameters. he found that. he could blend in here better – until he was certain that she was the right one. Rosseberg was waiting in the parking lot for one of the women he had isolated as a possibility. and one who’d come in the last four weeks. First of all. A fully certified civil engineer. ok? That way. And I’d appreciate if what I told you about Royal – as a professional – if you could keep this between us. or at her home. let’s keep this professional. *** CHAPTER NINE: A RABBIT COMING BY “FOLLOW THE WHITE RABBIT…” THE MATRIX Two days later. he’d isolated at least three prospects – two women.
Expertly flipping the car around. He would have a talk with her. Fl 33119. 87 . Talking all the way. She had been sent to the best schools. Patal Mahabir had a sister who was the disgrace of the family. moderately attractive unless she had a really good body. She looked a dead ringer for Royal’s estranged sister. had decided to press charges. with strong legs. Strong features – good looking. she slid into a silver Lexus. It was early. her gaze flickering this way and that. Tomorrow night Royal was having some kind of to-do in New York. pressure from various sides and a retraction from one of the girls who had admitted to binge-drinking had caused the case to be dropped. He needed her to be relaxed at ease – in her own home.DeDieu@gmail. in fact. along with two other members of her dorm. Right now she looked too close to his projected idea of what April would be like for him to waste any time. Had he done more reconnaissance on her. but the security there was a joke. At best. which she chose to hide under a mid-calf length black dress. Some glorified strange Indian or Pakistani name. educated in the United States and had brought shame on the family when she had suffered a rape at a campus party in her fourth year. but conflicting stories. or she liked eating out. and pulled down the shade to shield her face from the afternoon sun. Miami Beach. before she drove away.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. she. as it was slim. Her figure was just about right too. Which is why tonight was the best time to strike. which made her look like she was talking to herself. He looked at her photograph on file. which she happened to be attending as well. Valda. The address she lived in was exclusive. and she was holding an long.com SCRIBD2 Even her name sounded fake. but not soft enough to be considered pretty. just about 5:50 pm. The district attorney had been gung-ho at the start. he would know whether it was her habit to stop off anywhere before she came home – or whether she had a steady boyfriend . He already knew where she was going. engrossing conversation into a Bluetooth. Dark in complexion – height and weight proportional he would say from the photograph. Only when she reached her car did she turn around and look to see if anyone was behind her before she pressed the remote to open the door. She had not hidden it. He did not have to follow her. it was hard to tell how tall she was. She walked with a long stride. she reversed out of the lane she was in. The woman coming out into the afternoon sun was tall. a cocktail party for some visiting dignitary or other.
She was a quiet. 88 . her best friend had two brothers. To well she knew what she would face if she returned to India. the police were informed. as it was then conceded that she had. She was now a doctor. Indira had not many close friends. The exam revealed that she had been sodomized and that the semen of at least five different donors was inside her. Not wanting to be party-pooper. Isabella. He had invited her to a formal company get-together. Both had grown up the girls of affluent families which explained why they were educated along with their brothers. A studious person by nature. no company would hire her here as an engineer. for different reasons.com SCRIBD2 But his sister had not admitted to drinking. not had anything to drink except for some coke brought to her by her friend. even her brother was not on the list. it would seem. blood tests were done for the date rape drug. She had in fact. the star at tennis and cricket. and awakened the next morning outside in the wet grass – without any memory of what took place. Miami Beach. She could not go back to her family with this shame over her head.she had been grateful. Her brother. since she doubted she could ever show her face there again. she told the police. Her experience had hardened her. She had been engaged to be married to a fiancé in India. she agreed. given her resilience.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. When the blood tests came back positive. She had taken the drink from her friend. a lawyer at Royal’s company had been able to find her a position as secretary. the younger one had been the athlete. vaginal and rectal area along with white and bloody discharge had driven her in a panic to the campus nurse. or as she maintained. in fact. Indira looked older than her age. commonly known as “roofie”. When her brother had offered her the position of secretary at his firm – they had some of the wealthiest families in the US as clients on their roster-. the more intellectual one. She was not over it. The bruises indicated either rough consensual sex. The eldest. Only the senior members were invited.DeDieu@gmail. Rophynol. It was with this intention in mind that her brother had introduced her to one of the older attorneys who had shown and interest in her. been raped. Fl 33119. was to find someone here to marry her. The closest friend. After mentioning that she had no memory of the night before. outwardly docile young woman but with a stubborn streak. that she had she’s known from since they were twelve years old. who had then referred her to the emergency room. as his date. from since she could remember. Her only option. Valda. Pain in her pelvic. rape. both of whom Indira had a crush on. she had been engaged to at fourteen. With this smear on her college record. and out of a rather naïve person. and the longest. who had insisted she accompany her to this party after a long stretch of non-stop end of semester exam studying. made a rather embittered one.
She fully expected to never see her family again. so that her shame would have been buried with her. Looking into the rearview mirror as she waited.dammit she was raped—had that taken place in India.” She took that to be both a reproach. She could not say she did everything they told her. She was longing for some company. she would have been put to death.com SCRIBD2 That this man should be interested in pursuing her – she picked over again and again in her mind. although their support drafts arrived promptly every month into her bank account. he took the fair looks of the mother. she would wonder what it felt like to have a man lie on her… After the rape Indira had undergone some intense counseling. unless she was being visited by her brother or a friend. her only chance at redeeming herself in her parents. she knew she was worthy. the act of immolating yourself on your dead husband’s funeral pyre. something good would come of it. and a lesson. and mingling with some rich people. she spotted a dark blue Mercedes behind her. a few short years ago. just someone to talk to.” The country that initiated the Kama Sutra had the most restrictive and repressive laws and mores for non courtesan women. that had what taken place -. You were expected to remain a virgin until your husband initiated you into the “Arts of Love. Miami Beach. After a long conversation with the attorney. One of her parking spots was always empty—every resident had two. She remembered that night wanting more than anything to shut her door to her room and get some sleep – and. was banned. but one thing they did stuck in her mind. a fifty year old divorce named Barry. She had not given her virginity. aware. She resented her brother for pushing this on her. the prevailing theme at all of her self-defense classes were “trust your instincts. somehow. among senior members of staff at the place where she worked made her feel out of her depth. eyes.DeDieu@gmail.it seemed so long ago -.as a virgin. Valda. She wished with all she had that she could get that night back. In India girls belonged to the family until they were married – then they belonged to their husbands and that family. feeling pressured to go to that party. The lesson. besmirched. She paused behind two jaguars in her parking garage. It was not that long ago that suttee. She could only look forward in the hope that.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. particularly her father’s. Fl 33119. she felt bone weary. There was no way she was ever going to have anything but regrets about that night. it had changed her life. it had been taken from her. and her future. 89 . The thought of coming home after a long day of work. and some self-defense courses. Intellectually. She was too. Her brother had always been the favorite of the family –they hardly looked alike. Yet she felt soiled. She had no enthusiasm for the thing. Sometimes -. and wondered if this was her best chance. while her face was the picture of her father’s.
Miami Beach. You must get a grip on things. formal British accent was speaking. she felt that way. Valda. One of the bedrooms she’d turned into a study. two and one half baths. Pretty kind of loftapartment. she crept up one floor above where her parking spot was located. with three terraces.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. “I cannot come here every time the wind touches something and you feel someone is after you.” 90 . It was nearly 6:30 pm and she should be coming in anytime now. The place had a semi-open floor plan. upstairs. At 7:30 he realized that she had not come straight to the apartment – but he had all the time in the world. deliberate creeping up on her that she didn’t like. There was also an alarm. She felt that if she parked. he walked past the control panel and edged into kitchen. The lighting was elaborate. He sat down to wait. Two bedroom. Rosseberg was already in her house. She supposed it was her imagination working overtime. But the vision kept playing over and over again in her head. She made a decision. It wasn’t that she couldn’t see who was in the Mercedes. but her heart began hammering. Luxurious fixtures and amenities. It wasn’t that she didn’t recognize the car. Moving soundlessly. Picking up speed. At 8pm he froze when the heard the key turning in the lock. he would park next to her. which he had deactivated. There were monitors inside the apartment showing who was outside the door. Fl 33119. No expense was spared. Both baths were lavish. and force her out with a gun. But it was telling her something was wrong and she should listen. Why. one upstairs and the two other downstairs. then shot clear across to the other side of the parking garage.com SCRIBD2 She edged forward. the dark Mercedes behind her creeping up. It was the slow. then reactivated as he went in. she never paid attention to any of her neighbors vehicles anyway. Following the jags. Getting out was no option. and could be controlled from the master bedroom. whirlpool tubs with separate steam showers. but two voices. An angry male voice with a mild. it was as if the car were somehow directed at her…outwardly she showed no sign of fear. she didn’t know.DeDieu@gmail. she fled for her life. The half bath was next to the foyer. most of her neighbors had heavily tinted windows – and the Hummers were the worst. each opening out of the bedrooms. and one out of the living room. Something tingled at the back of her neck. more in line with the sort of thing he felt the rich sister of an even richer bastard would live in.
After hearing that conversation he had no doubt that the two were indeed. Too bad it appeared that this wasn’t going to be easy. perhaps. easing behind the door that was left ajar. only this time. particularly since he would have to subdue two people in a relatively short amount of time. sideways. He debated whether it would be best to let him finish. went from around the kitchen to the half bath that had just been searched. Fl 33119. At this point. but for the most part. just put a bullet in her brain. “See? See?” The angry voice went on – “Nobody. or to leave now. he was exposed.com SCRIBD2 The woman’s. a few gaps he noted on her application and the difference in looks between she and her “brother” he had decided to find out if she was. 91 . Rosseberg. But the thought of having bodies pile up around Royal would certainly turn the scrutiny on him so for that reason. He was starting to ease out when he heard the pair coming down again.Had the woman turned out to be Royal’s sister. doesn’t mean you get to take advantage of this.” She was quiet. Based on a few troubling details he had had about the woman.” The male again. It would be highly unusual for the brother to search the half-bath again. . droning on an on. someone other than who she said she was. Still…he eased out his gun out of his jacket – just to be on the safe side – a bullet silenced quicker and from a farther distance than a blow. while he looked around. and there may be a few skeletons hidden in that closet. Miami Beach. Rosseberg exhaled silently. He relaxed. softer. these two were typical siblings and his employer had nothing to worry about at least. It was deep enough that if he recessed his body. placating. I too. down the hall. timing his footsteps to the sound of his voice.” “Who did you expect? Did you think your old college friend Brad and his buddies would be here?” An angry gasp. from that end. and let himself out while she was in the bathroom. “Indira. I wouldn’t have otherwise. he wanted nothing done that wasn’t strictly necessary. Prudence dictated that he wait.DeDieu@gmail.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. There may be something not quite right in the family dynamics. he’d answered that question. But in the half-bath. In his tirade. Royal would know for sure that she would not be coming back. There was a linen closet just outside the halfbath. have my life to live. Valda. It was getting so that Rosseberg itched to put the poor girl out of her misery. Well. he would not be seen. the brother had made a whirlwind tour around the place downstairs and would be finishing upstairs soon. The voice came back downstairs. explanations could be finagled later. brother and sister. he had been prepared to eliminate her and simply make her disappear. “You have no right…” the voices faded as the two went upstairs. because it is my duty to look after you as my sister. . he was hoping to avoid a confrontation. “I only asked you because I felt certain that something was amiss.
every day…and I’m sick of it. Barry seems to be a nice man. the brother prepared to leave. The voices approached the half bath. Amazing what some women would put up with in certain cultures in this. “You don’t want it in the past – any of you! I live with it every day. Valda. “What does nice have to do with it? He’s an American. on their way to the foyer. Rosseberg thought. they seemed to have made up.DeDieu@gmail. It’s best this way. so we can have a nice life. the twenty-first century. you have no choice in the matter. Wear something attractive.” They passed on. “Good luck with that.” “Not for me!” She hissed defiantly. “I don’t want those words coming out of your mouth. this is for the family.” 92 . I didn’t ask to be raped--!” A gasp. and I get to be an old man before my time. The irony was evident in his sister’s voice as she murmured. “I hope you know that this is your best chance to redeem yourself – tomorrow night. he wants to marry a wife and settle down. have some nice things. Fl 33119. at least temporarily. travel.com SCRIBD2 The voices approached again as apparently. Her voice rose.” “You know. There was no softening of his voice as he continued his rant. “ I gotta take a leak.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266.” the brother muttered. You’re not going back to India.” Finally. But remember no American woman is going to put up with Indian tradition.” Her brother jeered.” “I know. some spirit. “At least you’re okay – I’m sorry I was such a bear. He warned her.” “God forbid!” He said.” Rosseberg shook his head. This was one family where standing up for yourself put an end to the tyranny. I’m getting tired of being told what to be done for all of us. Apparently her brother had grabbed her or something. “Old habits die hard. From the way things sounded.” The male voice said grudgingly. we’ll be flying the team and their dates to New York.” he continues “Barry is looking forward to your date. for what is best for me and for everyone. “Well. “I don’t want someone me giving four babies one after the other . for all of us. unless you want an old fashioned Indian woman. I want someone who can go out with me and works to support herself. will you? ” She replied with a subdued. Miami Beach.” She said. What is past is past. “I know. “ Hold on. so close he could have strangled them both.
It would be like plying turpentine on a burn. it’s true what they say about women being masters at treachery and deceit. on top of what he did. and I was reluctant to leave the sanctuary of my room. in a million years. preparing his weapon. Fl 33119. I would never have had to explain anything to him. My childhood had burnt tears out of me. Curiously. where infinity met and showed a void like a black hole. that I now felt I had courted and in its courting. dragging painful slide around nothingness. the pain would be excruciating. I cried in my dreams…but I couldn’t cry consciously. he felt like my second skin. even temporarily. Normally I never showed weakness where it put me at a disadvantage. and woe betide the man who did not realize that. I felt ashamed to face him. it looks like you’re not going to live to marry that “independent American woman”. I had broken one or more of my cardinal rules with Peter. Valda. Peter had knocked once or twice. That I had let him see into me. In his face I would see the lack of caring I dreaded. I was so open. so natural with Peter.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. brother dear. Shia was with me. Didn’t this feel like dying? Wasn’t this a slow death…this slow. mine – for obvious reasons. Peter and I passed each other like ghosts in the house for the better part of the evening. 93 . Miami Beach. after all…His face was grim as the door pushed open wider… *** CHAPTER TEN: NESTLED APRIL’S PRIVATE THOUGHTS ON HER HORROR: I was choosing something in my closet for the party tomorrow night. What I felt most was a sense of being exposed. lifting it into position. the decent ones – no one can out-do at love and loyalty. Yes. My body and face looked old. unwanted. by what was happening around me. I did not feel like eating. certainly not in that tone. undesired. He could never have demanded any explanation of any kind. But even now. That he was a fool was just the beginning… Peter…Had I had a typical childhood I would have flung myself across the bed and wept. unloved. I was all too aware of the consequences of appearing weak. deserved.com SCRIBD2 Well. but I did not open. or affected.DeDieu@gmail. to show weakness was to die. even if I had been the one trespassed against. and not in that way. but those of us. Rosseberg thought. It felt like I was going to a funeral. That’s what hurt the most. where laughter had been pushed into its gravitational pull to disappear for good? Inside me felt like a grassy plain that had been razed to the ground and all that was left behind were ashes… Had Peter and I not gotten too close. and he had used it against me with so little thought – I’d never have done that to him. I cannot cry. would hurt that much more in relief. I felt too raw and vulnerable and he would only want to talk about things that. he was whiny and clingy. I did not feel like going – for obvious reasons. I felt I had been a fool.
it was gone. would pass. The other elevator dinged open and Abraham strolled out followed by a grim looking Peter. “You don’t have the time. Valda. Kunig whistled when he saw me. It was hard enough bearing what I felt without feeling as if everyone knew it. what did I have to look forward to besides what I had known before Peter? Because it wasn’t enough. just like my desires to have a normal life. I had borne enough… I had nothing to wear. Right after that she paused again. Inwardly I groaned.” “I could probably fix that. I needed to shop. Yet how would I ever recover? As to whatever Peter and I had. “ She added as he walked upstairs. I felt it was irretrievable. “ her brother said. Fl 33119. I grabbed my bag. “Use the one in the master bedroom. ensuring that she would not hear even the slightest whisper 94 . It was so much to bear and quite suddenly. and powder. Her searching hand flickered round and round and Rosseberg. And just suppose I wanted what I now knew I wanted. I assumed we were waiting for Abraham. I dressed quickly in a tight white T-shirt and black jacket that nipped at my waist. He was sleeping curled up on my pillow. pushing in further. However I looked to myself. and despite the early evening. You know how it is in Miami. since he wasn’t anywhere around to be seen. Lord help me. pulling the door shut after her. sunglasses.” They walked back out. Use the one upstairs. out of reach. I couldn’t pass any more time around Peter. Calling up Kunig and Abraham. even further. They say all creatures have a sense that tells them when they’ve just escaped death…to release even the slightest sigh now would have disastrous consequences. plus I already called a plumber – now whether he fixes it or not. however. Peter had given my decision an edge. where was I to find another Peter? But Peter? He was the rasp that aggravated my itch.DeDieu@gmail. This was what I had been trying to avoid… *** “Don’t use that baathroom…” his sister warned.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. This was more than death of a dream. Shia for once had not made a fuss as I left. After brushing my hair I applied lipstick. I asked them to meet me in the lobby. “It’s leaking when if flushes. without warning. That was a relief. feeling a sense of irritation wondered if he might not be better off putting the bitch out of her misery…she paused. She reached in backwards to flip off the light switch and Rosseberg eased back a bit. it was a reward for my awakening. He eased back. keys and purse. and don’t forget to put back down the seat. or even exhale. an unexpected benefit. that lifted my ego a bit. blue jeans and matching black boots. touched the switch and turned off the light. Rosseberg knew better than to breathe.com SCRIBD2 This too. I looked good on the outside. And just as suddenly. Miami Beach. Even going forward with my plans. I’ll have to pay him. I had left the suite without seeing Peter. who with? And now. Kunig and I waited as the other elevator descended.
whistling. out of touch it seemed. there is always this – and they will find a way to blame me if anything else goes wrong.” 95 .” She flung at him. if something does. the autocratic brother again. or to send her to Europe. “You know it’s not like that. It seems they were afraid of her what her example might do… “I can’t even talk to her. I studied like my mother wanted me to. “I know.” She burst into tears. but the American get’s to have someone’s leftovers?” To his credit.” “Don’t hesitate to call me no matter what.” “But I always come.” “When you give them their first grandchild. Like they expected. I was a virgin.” Her brother soothed.DeDieu@gmail. How can anyone live like this – and how can I bear it…” “Shhh…” he hushed her. After a few minutes he came down. “And I often wonder why He – She” She spat out bitterly. I’m not allowed. But sometimes I cannot bear the pain. Our traditions are unfair sometimes. “You always say that. “Now I don’t exist for them. then giggled. bye. and about the bank balance. “You want to look your best. I don’t exist. and you can’t expect our parents to change. she was satisfied. I never drank. “No stopping at bars looking for independent American women. “I’m impure? I’m no good for a precious Indian mama’s boy.” She sniffed. because she walked over to the foyer to await her brother’s descent. but they are our traditions.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. They stood there for a moment. they can’t blame you for anything else. If nothing does.” She hiccupped. another girl at home. Drive safe.” “I won’t.com SCRIBD2 as he did. every month. He went very quiet. “So I get to have babies to redeem myself. “that way. “I’ll be fine. how is it. Valda.” he added. Father asks me how I am doing. her brother did not sneer at her.” She inserted bitterly. “allowed this to happen to me.” “Yes. talking over family business. “This is why marrying someone like Brad is your best chance. they do. and the parents were debating on whether it was wise to allow her to come to the United States to finish her education. don’t I? Don’t stay up late. He won’t mind that you’re” “I’m what. you know. There was a younger sibling. I’m to blame. but no matter what I do. Miami Beach. “Mother cries every time she speaks to me and I know she is thinking of you. I never smoked. I believe in God.” he chided her. but if you have them you’re “old” – now who is old-fashioned? Are you sure you want an independent American woman?” “Don’t stay up too late. Are you going to be alright?” “Sure” she said. She had been ex-communique with her parents for some time and felt lonely. and then you grumble when you get here.” “It’s for the best. They think of you.” Her brother took her in his arms. Evidently. all will be well.” she called.” “No but we should – we should change our traditions. I was a good girl. Fl 33119.
she felt too exposed. It starts with you entering as if you own. descending the elevator. “Barry?” She asked. and you could own. Not now. you never have to do it at that particular store again. then the fun of choosing and buying can begin – once they are clear that they and you are not equals. she was alone – but she didn’t feel like she was. She paused. It’s almost like a sadomasochist relationship. and. Still. This was quite precipitate.com SCRIBD2 The door shut. It was fine. was suddenly sure he had been observed. as soon as they spoke to her. Was someone? Had someone been in there. She stood outside again. no one. she couldn’t relax. you treat the people who work there as your personal shopper. He paused –as if making a decision. clueless. an 96 . She wanted some fresh air. The apartment held a heavy sound. even as she wept. but the view was spectacular all the same. listening. but once the balance of power is established.DeDieu@gmail. she went out and took a few deep lungfuls of fresh air…and sighed. Perhaps she should take another look at that leaky toilet. It’s like the butler who doesn’t trust the mistress who treats them like a personal friend. The merchandise is what draws you in – but having made that clear. and waited…His voice came on the line. she went to the security camera monitors. careless disdain – and delights in the pain. “Are you busy?” She was gratified by his swift decisive response. A very tall man with dark clothing. she checked the lock. or a good cup of strong Darjeeling tea. It’s a balance of power established from the first five seconds of you setting your foot in the door—once done. Fl 33119. Only this is far more complex. Moving off to the terrace. She wanted a nice glass of wine. she punched the send button. season and occasion of every piece of garment. She was too high up to hear the noise of the street below. all along? Listening to their conversation. but looking up Barry’s number in her cell phone. She shivered uncontrollably. there was a quality to it…moving towards it. But she didn’t want to be alone.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. listening. They are expected to know cut. certain she had heard the door shut. It is ironic. color and style. Impossible. and not at all like her. The terrace came up to her mid shoulder. Walking swiftly to the door.” She and her brother had searched the entire apartment. later. Miami Beach. The door to the half-bath was shut. The masochist only respects those who treat them with utter. No. Valda. She didn’t feel like going into the kitchen. she peered out. almost as if someone was lurking. *** April was used to shopping the most exclusive stores since she was a child – she knew how to handle the clerks who worked there. What she wanted was to feel clean…perhaps a bath or shower. The thought was not to be borne. you are a valued customer. She shook her head. they take it as an affront. There! Disappearing into the elevators as they closed. they knew she knew how to handle them. And Rosseberg. Her front door. every single piece of merchandise in the store. No way. “No. The apartment felt too… oppressive around her. It had been a long day. then when you treat them with respect.
then gave Peter a much longer. April had seen Ma Mere do it again . April must be someone more than ordinarily important. It was lushly carpeted. was a tall blond with perfectly cut hair and cool good looks. from the Swiss Alps. air kisses are exchanged. Caviar. you could be in the living room of a dear friend. but they were not aware to what degree. eager for validation and admiration.com SCRIBD2 indication that you lack self-respect -. Or exclusive water. lingering enviously on her $1500 Bottega Veneta boots. When it came to shopping. style . The designers themselves are like pitiful children. and I didn’t waste time on anything else. 97 . The dressing rooms were like individual closets. Discreetly wrapped chocolate. April’s favorite store had no storefront dressing. There was also a vanity area. The way she was perceived had largely to do with an inner quality that came out. beer and even stronger – if you wanted it. padded hangers. With the designers once there is the utmost respect for their genius from you.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. mirrored with privacy screens. then there is the utmost respect of your buying power and taste. assessing look which he returned with no interest whatsoever. well wishes expressed and everyone leaves satisfied. and decided with this much testosterone that was so business-like. She knew what looked good on her: cut. super sensitive to criticism yet themselves intensely critical if you show no understanding of what does and does not suit you. Scented cushioned chairs in front of full-length mirrors. with only the best amenities laid out for you. It was very rare that she took anyone else’s recommendation and it turned out to be a better choice than she would have made. and gave April the discreet once over. fitted shelves and built-ins. coffee. Miami Beach. Valda. then the relationship becomes valued. to rest your weary feet. she opted for Peter. Much of what was recommended to her because of her so-called sexiness was too outré and on her would be too much. Fl 33119. Ottomans. Although he and April were not speaking. goose pate. April did not. She hunted.once mutual respect has been established on both sides. wine. for your fingers. garment bags. from them. and at the end of her transactions. with tissues for wiping makeup off. silhouette. baby wipes (for getting stains off) and hand sanitizers. Ice-cold champagne. with chopped egg. and she wanted to avoid their differences being made apparent to Kunig and Abraham – not that they weren’t aware that something was going on. cut sideways to Kunig and Abraham. This only happens with the sales people. with scented wet wipes and napkins. and again. and an inner and outer viewing area. fit . The receptionist to whom you handed your Black American Express card on the way in. when it came to who would remain in her sitting area. yet when you walked in. and so when people thought she should go one way to fit with what they perceived was who she was. he would be sitting there anyway. You only got in by appointment or recommendation…the store itself was huge – gigantic. however. no mannequins. partly because she had a feeling whether she “opted” for him or not. they were invariably wrong. color.DeDieu@gmail.
She followed his lead by neither acting excessively chirpy nor sad. severe cut. *** APRIL’S PRIVATE “SHOW” 98 . he was not bad tempered either. deep v in the back. but mainly at himself. strappy Jimmy Choos and a matching clutch came to $6. all suitable for a cocktail. nothing personal and no jokes. She chose three dresses. and the other was an empire waisted ruby red. figure eight. the shape your body was in. and was gratified to see Peter’s eyes light up when he saw it. largely because he was himself towards her. the other a silver lame. Then the shape of your body. boyish.DeDieu@gmail. Then came your silhouette: the lines of your body: top-to-bottom.000. It got her realizing that whatever he had done. she and Peter had not spoken. and last. no tit-for tat. including the shape of your face. The entire purchase. nor withdrawn. nor overly polite. but they were strictly of a business-like nature. and a rose cut-out.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. What April looked good in was classic. and matching underwear without panty lines. it had been out of a mistaken idea that by forcing her to speak he would be helping her to bring this situation to a close. afternoon-to-evening affair. formfitting. apple. proportions. Her feelings were slowly thawing. How seriously he took their relationship was clearly evident by the fact that he played no petty games. She needed a special bra for her dress. low in the back. nape of your neck. arms length of your legs. Through out the afternoon. certain shades of pink and lighter gold looked good on you. i. Valda. Peter would come into the store with her but remain around – nowhere near the dressing room. yet elegant with an element of surprise. no oneupsmanship.com SCRIBD2 What was important in brown skin of all shades and variations. Whether yellow or blue. One was a short. then your personal style. The lines of her body smoothed them out and on her . and golden – but not yellow brown. Then things went to hell when April stepped into Agent Provocateur. it looks devastating. All good intentions. Black did to. pear. And April still was not done yet. Miami Beach. it was sophisticated. a-line. cut straight across at the breasts. some sort off resolution.e. Blue-red. Coppers. something deep enough that would support and push up her décolleté. called “True red” was always good. and although he grunted most of the time when either Abraham or Kunig spoke with him. along with golden. to clear the way for a closer relationship. sexy. and April got a perverse delight out of seeing him carry her bags –even light as they were. was not tone – but undertone. April opted for the black. Blue undertone meant winter. Fl 33119. high neck long sleeved with low. She addressed comments to Kunig and Abraham. She’d only intended to go in and out – so the agreement was that Kunig and Abraham would wait outside. April used Wesley’s Corporate Black American express card. He looked pissed off. neither excessively cool. very short. deep v-necked black matte silk with tiny roses in bas-relief on it.
My lips quirked and I couldn’t help it. I dug into his mouth so furiously. Taking off my shoes so I could remove my pants. I arched and sensing I was close he covered my lips with his own just as I screamed. seeking relief. “I know. keeping his hands off me as he did so. I needed something. We both crashed onto the floor. and an identical one must have shot through him because he was shaking from it. Another rule is never.” He 99 . they leave no lines. then he told me raggedly. tenderly. Knowing I had my period complicated matters – I had put in a fresh tampon before I left and brought my own panty liners to place on top of that in the underwear itself. one leg between mine and I rode it. then put his lips on them suckling them. Then he took them both in his hands. I moaned.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. they’re the most invisible and comfortable underwear you can buy. rubbing against his leg. mostly thongs since. restlessly. he reached across and kissed me. I came slowly. a skinny black one that I liked and twirled. I grabbed him and he held me so tightly I could break. all underwear sales are final. my ear – he bit then licked and sucked my shoulder. In any good store. “Stay right there.DeDieu@gmail. By simply skimming your skin. sweetest water. pitching me to fever heights with his tongue. please. and as if reading my mind. his hand when to reach between my legs and with one flick of his finger set off a conflagration. Fl 33119. but I do now. between the thong I was wearing and the sets I would be trying on. As I did. I stepped on a plastic tag that someone had dropped on the floor – the pile of the carpet had it standing on its side. and he caught me. He started shaking helplessly himself. it was hard and dug into my heel and I shrieked. Valda. His lips travelled from mine to my eyes. and as if his mouth had been too long away from mine. slowly. Don’t hide anything from me. delved into my mouth. and I drank thoroughly: a flame of pure sensation shot through me from head to toe. His voice went husky – his “Are you all right” was in my ear and I looked up at him and that was just it. they’re not grabbing at them. There are underwear liners that you use and then discard. I stepped into the dressing room. I wasn’t removing my underwear. I know. shrieking like hyenas… Crisis averted. Baby. for one second. and caressing them made them peak. I love you. and he settled on me. my cheeks. saw his face and stumbled. and soon we were both rolling on the floor. ever buy a thong with scratchy material and nothing which slides between your butt that is bigger than the width of two fingers. His hands reached inside my bra and freed my breasts.” He took a couple of deep breaths. Peter was still aroused – so much so that he lifted me a couple inches away. Peter came banging through the door just as I was examining an angry red mark on my heel. “It would help if you got dressed. I had no right to your secrets before. Miami Beach. they simply sit on your curves. I let go a low gurgle of laughter. chosen carefully. I was like a thirsty woman who had just found a spring of the coolest.”He grumbled. and he pulled away to look at them –just look with a dreamy kind of hunger in his eyes that made me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. I looked up. and undressed. that way. he groaned and seeking my lips again.com SCRIBD2 I chose several really good sets. “Don’t ever keep anything from me again…” He stopped me from answering by putting a finger across my lips. down from my peak. I was so high from him. I put on the first thong. The rule of thongs is always buy them one size bigger than you are. something to assuage the deep ache I was feeling.
We gazed at each other for a long. long time. and I dressed. I felt something deep. and then. the change in our faces and demeanor was evident to Kunig. I always have. vice squad.DeDieu@gmail. they had been to the bathroom with explosive diarrhea both days. Whatever happens between us. in some ancient time. loving the way that my body pleased his eyes. “ You are. such a dive that. Where they thought they were getting the runaround was in talking to Kunig and Novac. Miami Beach. “What a place for make-up sex…Whew!” Peter and I kept straight faces with difficulty while Kunig and Abraham cackled uncontrollably behind us.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. He said to me. but the law comes after human beings – and the first people I protect. or even SWAT. who remarked. one of the most amazing women to ever walk this earth. he was a cop sworn to uphold the law…How could I tell him that was my intention? I was troubled. I saw and to my amazement.” This. and he sensed it. Valda. I told him. police officers. No trouble at all. deeply. Peter. Moreover. I would kill for you. was the deepest way I could express my feelings. no future and where all dimensions meet. FBI agents. I’m sworn to protect and uphold the law. and elemental pass between us. . his gaze rested just as often on my face. or how soon they would be back.. *** CHAPTER ELEVEN: CASTLED Dobbs and Mathison. “I love you. I would die for you – now whatever else there is that you must say after what I’ve just told you. I know you’ve done no one any harm – and you’re been a victim many times. How could I tell him. I too felt. No one seemed to know where they were. and how could I not tell him? I was going to kill my brother. where there is no time. My heart sank. beat cops undercover. mental and emotional selves and entered a spiritual realm. let it wait until we get – home. Fl 33119. is my own. bunko. but I wanted him to see all that I was feeling that was there for him. by far. no past. and yet. according to a greater law. in the two days that they had been in Miami. it was part of our creed now. because like him. when I could breathe. either places that were abysmally expensive.com SCRIBD2 said it naturally. When we got out. or in lieu of those places. He looks at me. in some ancient place – or maybe our feelings were so deep that they transcended our physical. the MDPD were always very eager to recommend places to eat. Everyone was most helpful. I knew for him. were having no problem talking to any of the detectives.” I reached over and looked deep into his eyes. We hugged. I couldn’t speak. it will have been my pleasure and privilege to know you. no present. on some level that we knew each other. 100 . on my lips as if he was committing to memory every part of me.
A missing heiress. and nothing could be found indicating where they were. didn’t he. From what she’s written. that the heiress in question had disappeared and they were on a related case. Wintour. Valda. This case was a low priority case for the Feds. With the Captain out.” “We don’t – have you seen the news? Half of America saw her almost get shot on live TV. She certainly paid dearly for a stock tip – insider trading my ass. “Then why don’t they go directly to the source? Why target the sister?” “Why kill the goose that lays the golden eggs? All I know is. he certainly made Martha Stewart look like an angel. Miami Beach. How do we get to speak to Ms. and a wounded police captain.DeDieu@gmail. two dead cops. it was an idea that had floated around simply because of the incredulous facts surrounding the case. they could talk to either of them at their leisure. the only difference is you get killed with pens. unlike the sister…” “Pity he got the looks in the family…” “I hear she was a real looker when she was young. “My money is on the brother having ties with something illegal. Half of the laws on the books didn’t get written until twenty years ago. All that could be said is that initially they had been protecting the heiress in an undisclosed location. half these stocks run on inside tips. you’d think she was the elder. From her statement here.” “We’re getting off the subject. had it not been for those attempts on April’s life would have been their initial estimation. it was simply a fact-finding mission to ascertain whether the Wintours had come across any terrorist organizations in their business dealings. Wall Street has more gamblers than Las Vegas. however. this is an attempt to put pressure on him. So far. funny what age will do to a person. or the two police officers who had been assigned as primaries on the case. Unless we can get a statement out of her.” “That’s the damn trouble – the Bureau doesn’t want a mess on its hands – but it’s tying up ours. protecting the younger…” “Yeah. the other half had it burned into their retinas by CNN and You Tube…there is no way she is going to come in willingly. it’s still Wild Frontier.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. not with guns. and if we force her and something happens.” was Dobbs’ analysis. Fl 33119. and these having been his orders. and that Kunig and Novac would call in – when they did. an assassination attempt. he’s an ass alright – came off on TV like a rich asshole. they had not talked to April. and that he does not benefit either directly or indirectly from her death.” 101 . All smacked of big money.com SCRIBD2 Dobbs was a ten year veteran and Mathison was in for just under five years. nothing could be done until Kunig and Novac were contacted. all told of something bigger than just a “Poor little rich girl” story which. we’re out here hanging with our bare asses catching the cold wind. it’ll be a public relations nightmare.” “Curious how the brother had nothing much to say about an attempt on his sister’s life. it’s always something crooked…I mean look at Bernie Madoff…” “ Yeah. with these rich people. she says the attempts started right after her father’s death…but she swears that it’s an attempt to coerce her brother.
It masquerades as all sorts of things. Fl 33119. but we get a 30% cut in taxes – plus a bulk discount – for the feds. as was the case with the ultra-rich. hate. I think if we can figure out who benefits from Mr. “Still. lies…but in the end. We pay full price.” “Well.” “So greed is good?” “That’s what Michael Douglas says.” “They’re all movie characters. “Man. if it’s terrorism. We can get a couple of subpoenas if necessary. 102 . Dobbs and Mathison looked at each other. And how did he get that way? By forcing us to upgrade every damn year. Who knew? You never could tell about people… Using the phones in the precinct.” Bubbles face cleared. They sobered up. it isn’t money. the records were sealed for the purpose of security. or contained sensitive information deemed to be not fit for public knowledge. Both remembered the meal that Bubbles had been eager to pay for. We’ll either see where the connection leads.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266.com “So how are we going to do this?” SCRIBD2 “I say we start at the beginning – let’s take a gander at the will. Judge Cobain was in session. truth. That’s where all the trouble started. Asshole having his sister gone.” “The root of all evil. it’s the greed for it. it always comes up short and shows its ugly head for what it is. envy. Dobbs decided to place a call to a judge he knew who presided over Wills and Probate in New York City’s District Court. Most wills were a matter of Public Record. Valda. Whoever has the most money?” “Bill Gates? Because he is the richest.” Dobbs and Mathison were doubled over with laughter. Uncle Sam gets his cut one way or the other. love.” He chuckled and went on. Miami Beach. we might have something. Qui bono? Who stands to gain what.” “That’s it my friend. I love those commercials – with that guy who was with Bruce Willis in Die Harder… those crack me up. when you hold it up to the light and you put it against the real thing.” “Ever seen the greediest man on earth?” “Yes. unless.DeDieu@gmail. and shrugged. Mathison shrugged.” “Don’t confuse the movie characters with the stars. Bubbles.” “Greed is greed – it never leads to good. then let’s sift through the rubble and see what comes up. “We’re talking about Microsoft.”What’s so funny” he asked. They were at loose ends until they could get the information they asked for. His court clerk told the agents to call back in an hour. their tour guide for the first day out in Miami strolled on by. or just plain ol’ greed. he put an affordable PC in the reach of virtually every person in the US…even if it works only half the time anyway.
they thought they might order in room service instead of going to the hotel restaurant to eat. She also made doubly certain to take a look at what he needed pulled based on what they said to him. At the hotel. *** Judge Cobain ‘s secretary had been clerking since she was twenty-five. Whatever he had to do. She called him up. Now at fifty-six. Suddenly. they had to check their weapons in and show proper ID and the proper forms. took a long shower and made sure she creamed and dusted her body with special powders …it was time she started living. “Hello Barry – ” She invited him in. It was too late to get a flight to New York at a reasonable hour.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Such an old file…twenty years old. They decided to catch eight am flight out and get some sleep tonight. When the Feds called and left information regarding speaking to the judge it piqued her interest. especially to people to whom it was beneficial to give a favor. She felt no qualms about giving out a bit of information now and again. sinuous body to an advantage – and she did not appear in the least shy. he was astonished.com SCRIBD2 Any way. and she opened it almost immediately. Even on domestic flights they would need to be in the airport at least two hours before – and in their case. and you had at least a 5am wake up time. on the other hand. The doorbell pealed. So he walked away…and gave Indira Mahabir a reprieve. and after checking her locks. Miami Beach.DeDieu@gmail. the night took on a whole other dimension. When Barry walked in. sometimes they had drinks and a little more afterwards together. His business was finished here. She. This creature wore a brilliant silk robe which showed off her slim. Fl 33119. to see if he might have an idea as to the whereabouts of the sister. they’d need to speak to the brother in any case. told him she had some info on the Wintours and would he like to go out for a drink. she had a grown son pursuing Law. 103 . Valda. She made certain that the Judge saw her note about their call when he went into chambers. She knew who would like to know the Feds were looking at the will – a friend of hers who worked at the ABC news affiliate in New York. *** Rosseberg decided to go on anyway. and she knew she had a willing partner in that effort in Barry. His name was Sam Battle. as useful information always did. didn’t feel that way. if he went around just piling up bodies it would impede his efficiency. He was a personal friend. added to that was the fact that Miami International Airport was forty-five minutes away. and it suited him just fine. and a daughter who was getting her teaching degree in Mathematics. He was gratified. This was not the Indira he knew.
that these tactics might backfire in this case. Each stalling tactic only seemed to further raise her hackles. they were having her have a thorough medical examination with their own doctors. Sir?” At the lift of his brow. who happened to be the woman’s daughter in law. who was having a rather rough bout of regular morning sickness with her fourth pregnancy. but with a good hair product and a crew cut. had kept his hair in such good condition that it had become an asset. thin body -. a Denise Haber-Dobbman. The medical secretaries’ names and fax numbers are included. and they have ours. and unknowingly she turned on the full wattage. 104 .all that length set off his imagination – and her style and quiet demeanor had pleased him. Then when you strike when that person least expects it. Barry had a weakness for small breasts on a long. “ “Splendid. Miami Beach. for all her shyness. I think it might help to show some conciliatory gestures towards her. especially in his job as an attorney. “Sometimes when your opponent is ready for anything you can throw at them—it’s smart to show a little bit of weakness. “Ms.DeDieu@gmail. his regular secretary. distinguished looking man who had gone prematurely gray at thirty. And that was all it took. He had noticed Indira from the start. They were going to have to pay. there was a definite case there. He was going to recommend that Royal cut his losses and settle. particularly when they feel they have the advantage. She on the other hand. thought it all the more endearing. Additionally. Could you call the Dobbman’s attorney and see if she would be willing to meet with me and put a figure that we might be interested in throwing out there should mediation prove satisfactory?” “Is that wise. and on the same day. Despite having all her medical bills on file.com SCRIBD2 Barry was a tall. Indira rushed her words a little. She was suing for medical bills and the usual. and they were making certain that she earned every penny of it. The fact that he took the time to explain his strategy to her helped put her at ease. but by these constant delays they were wearing her down.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. had a brilliant smile. He blinked. it’s twice as effective. Fl 33119. I had the fax order for copies of the MRI and the Orthopedic Surgeon made up. she had substituted for Susan. They were renters and their grandmother had a bad fall over an exposed tree root on condominium property. Mahabir. In this case however. He smiled. I am hoping to appease this person and put this case to bed.” Indira. since the Dobbman’s had hired a pit bull for an Attorney. it’s right here – and I also researched the credentials of the doctor for the Dobbman’s and put that information in the file – it wasn’t there before. did not appear to sense his attraction to her in the least – and Barry. Valda. do you happen to have the file I requested on the Dobbman’s mediation?” The Dobbman’s were a family who happened to be residents at a condo owned by Royal. At first he had thought Indira was at least thirty. “Yes. rather a romantic man. to Broward County for further mediation. and was astonished when her brother informed him as to her age when he’d asked about her. The first time he spoke to her. Barry was finding however. We already have the X-rays. having her drive from Aventura in Miami –Dade County. “Doesn’t that weaken our position somewhat?” She was brilliant.
with a dampness at the tip. and they stroked and touched her in places no one else had – that she remembered. Her limbs felt as if they had turned to water…Barry’s hands were not like anything she had imagined. Valda. the dark smoothness of her hair. her neck before cupping her face in his hands and kissing her. Vertigo. and Barry took the bait. intelligent woman who reminded him somewhat of the old brunette movie stars –Katherine Hepburn. and his hardness leaped up to greet her hand. her shoulders. Fl 33119. Miami Beach. Rubbing the back of her neck. The small bare breasts which he noticed peaking under the silk robe. Feeling reckless and daring. a quality that made him want to put his hands in it…her radiant soft skin. she reached down further and felt him. No fear when his hands gently found the crease in her buttocks. He felt himself hardening and was ashamed enough to feel uncomfortable. 105 . and she touched his nipples and he gasped. gently. which he thought was the most nauseating drivel he had ever seen. The severity of Indira’s profile pleased him. The movie was engrossing. and with each increasingly bold thrust of her tongue. she would still continue to do what she had planned. She reached down over his flat belly. Nothing could have charmed Barry more. “No turning back” she told herself. and. the next instant found the delicious package in his arms. She promised herself she would not turn back.com SCRIBD2 So tonight she took his hand. she arched. She still was feeling a sense of hunger. He felt as if he were teaching someone who had kissed for the first time. Her mouth felt hesitant and sweet. even those his age preferred to watch reality shows like The Bachelor and Tila Tequila. She noticed a change in Barry’s breathing and smiled to herself. where she had put on an old Alfred Hitchcock movie. She was still shy. felt his confidence and his desire grow. but textured. finding a strange sense of pleasure. and rubbed and rubbed her down there until a sensation of pleasure so intense it was almost like pain wracked her entire body and she shuddered. Indira herself.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. In a time when most women. Indira was quite observant.DeDieu@gmail. like a rising tide filling her. Indira had that quality about her. Like most people who are quiet. She felt so small and tender. unfamiliar yet delicious in a unique way. and moist lips. for one. but willing and eager. and let him to her den. not full. no matter what. He began rubbing her back for her. They were gentle and warm. was feeling a languorous sense of lassitude fill her body. Even if she had felt only one tenth of the pleasure she was feeling now. his length hot and hard. he was pleased to sit and share some wine and watch a classic movie with a beautiful. yet there was so much length to her softness that his senses were overwhelmed. and he touched her. lightly on her breasts. She pressed against him. not too silky. She was astonished to find that she felt no hesitancy when he opened her robe and kissed her breasts. yet there was something which caught and held his attention even more. but shapely and mobile.
still hard. lovely kisses. and that so much was still unsettled. don’t stop . looking at her questioningly…She shook her head. on a rooftop penthouse in Manhattan – what could be better? What could go wrong? Plenty.” *** CHAPTER TWELVE: IN PURSUIT AND POSSESSION …Mad in pursuit. When they both came to. he went to the half-bath in the foyer to wash off – and there noticed the blood. Rinsing off himself.. She let out an inarticulate cry. full and soft and strong. he started kissing her thighs.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. The light caressed her small. until tonight. then. and the tiny thatch of bush in between. Valda. Fl 33119. Kunig whistled and Abraham’s eyes showed appreciation. April walked out of her bedroom to find a plethora of male pulchritude. “Yes” – she said. extreme. “You’re confusing me there. until she lost sense of where she was. He stopped. lovely body…flat stomach. long hair and it was everything he had ever thought it would be. and in possession. He patted her gently down there. wrung it dry and brought it to her. When he kissed her again. Lifting her up. Laying her down gently.DeDieu@gmail.” He smiled. It was on a college campus. and one look at his face told her all she needed to know. he wound one arm around her waist and buried the other of his hands in her thick. Her heart warmed. “Are you – were you a virgin?” He asked. Sonnet 129. Honey. he let out a roar and exploded. She knew we had a lot to say to each other. He went very still. sensitive peaks and played across her long. Barry couldn’t believe his luck. and then put his lips on her. thin thighs. But she only had eyes for Peter. “No.. I’m okay. Kissing her and laving her there. Only then did he lift her and sit her down on his rigid member –even then she stiffened and let out a murmur of pain. awaiting her. he took a towel and ran it under some hot water. she was soaking wet. he brought her to her peak over and over again. albeit one was a bit sulky. and in quest to have. so. soft. His jaw clenched and he looked as if he wanted to pick her up there and there and take me somewhere private. she bore down on his member. It was too much. he pushed into her and as her sensitized muscles contracted and tightened about him in another climax. Miami Beach. then inserted his tongue inside. had sex consensually.” And to show him she was. Friday night. shewas 106 . I was drugged—I’d never before or since.William Shakespeare The night of the cocktail party. cleaning up the traces of blood and their mingled passion. Had. having. but they were in a better place than they were before and for that.” “I was raped – I have no memory of it. Setting her down on the sofa. With a shove. he eased out of her. “No.com SCRIBD2 Straddling Barry she eased one shoulder out of her robe then another.
a look of acute discomfort on his face. Peter was my true soul mate. mentally and emotionally. nothing more. To her.” April teased back. They were friends. that smooth. April stopped to kiss Shia and noticed he was lying on his side. no flirting. They all looked so handsome. gentlemen. an unabashed Kunig and a smiling Abraham did the same. although without Wesley. dashing gentleman with otherworldly good looks. “I’d forgotten how good you could look besides normal…” he said. He looked like something out of an old movie. his butt. Valda. *** APRIL’S PRIVATE FAREWELL: Let us part. Both Peter and Wesley were in a sense. for that time. Wesley was in our party as well. just with a lot more flair as they both twirled her around. His legs. history and upbringings. We fit in a way Wesley and I never had – although then I didn’t know it. because setting myself free sexually also set me free physically. In a sense. He bounded in and smooched her on the lips right in front of Peter. item by item.com SCRIBD2 grateful…There was no pretense now with them before Abraham and Kunig. and I could leave. Paris was a long time ago. Putting him back down. Too smooth for me. which is why my lessons had to come from someone like Peter.” He said. “Thank you. “I’d forgotten how good you could smell besides average. so he held out his hand and she took it. emotionally.” “Save a dance for me. though.DeDieu@gmail. two inches from her shoes. as she manipulated it. Bronte Wesley and I had been in love. that sometimes frustrated. he saved my life. the nape of his neck. Kunig. She picked him up and he growled a little. gorgeous. Peter. 107 . mentally. It was their favorite line during that summer they spent in Paris.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. But now he and I were like brother and sister. the time is over… when I thought and felt like thee…E. Wesley and I were from similar background. Miami Beach. combined with who he was essentially. lean and fair. and we didn’t have long to wait. was the distillation and essence of everything she’d ever wanted physically. she felt a lump on his side. He looked into her eyes and there was understanding in his. “This is a lot more testosterone than I can stand. He was so sexy. It was necessary for me to have been made free. astonished and annoyed me. and added up to a whole that was beyond gorgeous. Peter. Fl 33119. with a tight elegance that was showed off to advantage in this suit. and spiritually in a man. his lips. April had never realized how beautiful Abraham was before. Ironically. his cheekbones.”Hello. *** As they were walking out. on the other hand just did things to my heart. he stopped and retched. When he released her.” she told them. held it up to his lips and kissed it in a silent homage before pulling her in and kissing hard on the lips.” Kunig said. everything just pleased her. She smiled at him with fondness. my guardian angels. but left me feeling like the most favored woman on earth when she was in his arms. I’d have never felt worthy enough to be loved by Peter.
Most of the people she met.” She said. my dear.” “You’re welcome – go and take care. “Thank you for having such a lovely party for me. “Thanks. Now she knew she had spurned a man of substance. “He’s not that ill – just a spot of indigestion. he saw her eyes widen with acknowledgement. his mother – I feel like I know her through you…” “Ah. in that unctuous way of his as he took her around and made introductions.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. He must have eaten something he shouldn’t have. Walking over to make formal introductions.” she said to Royal.” She said.” Royal pressed her arm in order to drive his point home. Miami Beach.DeDieu@gmail. feeling him preen at her side.com SCRIBD2 She ran over to the bathroom and used a towel to pick up the mess. She had been anxious for nothing. I’ll call you if anything comes up. Valda. your equals here in New York society.” April hugged him gratefully. so to speak…Of course I cannot speak for Wesley. and a woman.” “Of course. April did not know. These were mostly up and coming young professionals. You go. “I can’t leave Shia alone. The last person he introduced April to was sitting down. my dear – the Wintours have had a tradition for hospitality that’s been handed down since the Victorian age. Peter meanwhile had some bathroom cleaner and was trying to get out the stain from the rug. Very astute. “You know. She was here. at a table and Wesley was at her side. still. I can only speak for myself – as a Wintour of course. it’s just me and my sister now. “You’re welcome. It was surprisingly Abraham who told me. 108 . perhaps shy. everyone says how close you were. so she recognized him from the hot dog place – good. ” he told her. “You are undoubtedly a gentleman. I’ll stay with him. But he forgave her. we’ll have to take him to the vet. She relaxed. “I wish you could have met her.” *** Royal’s excitement was at a fever pitch.” “I feel like I have. and very few of the people that she had expected to meet. Looking at Wesley.” She said. He was the host. Crème de la crème. Ah. Fl 33119. stopping now and again. and your expertise. Still she seemed a little hesitant. together with all that you bring to the table would be certain to remember to do this sort of thing – introduce you to people of culture that are in your class. “What?” He stopped for a scant second? “What do you mean?” She patted his hand. “anyone who values you as a person. “Well. washed her hands.” April murmured. Wesley. that’s certainly true.” He continued wending his way through.
a vanity area 109 . but she wanted some privacy and perhaps to lie down if she felt it was needed so she climbed the stairs in search of a more private bathroom. and she sniffed the linens as she walked by. Locking the door to the suite.. and asked. the way he stood. did she invite her to sit to get to know her better. Lovely meeting you. Mrs. and she shuddered. and with eyesight slightly blurred she saw a male waiter. she gave me the quick once over.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Somewhere deep down inside.” “We must have lunch sometime.” “The pleasure was mine.” “It would be my pleasure. once Royal performed his introductions. Sonner-Thwaite. she felt herself under more than the normal scrutiny. she walked into the well-appointed bathroom – it was one of those modern spa-like rooms with a Jacuzzi tub. I would like to talk to you about it. she had seen him somewhere – out of context with these surroundings. Fl 33119. At the periphery of her vision. which is precisely what she was looking for. as she was known to do whenever she met someone she whom she deemed interesting. Instead. I hear those man-made islands being built in Dubai are just lovely. Sly old lady. very tall. “How are you finding New York. He seemed familiar. Probably good value in snapping up a few properties there and holding on until this cycle is past. No. She wanted to rest her head down for a minute. he did not know that his mother was going to be there. something she had never been on the receiving end of from Wesley’s mother before. Miami Beach. and Jill came tumbling after. Valda.” “Call me Margery.Sonner-Thwaite. Your son has been most gracious. I love it. looking at her. Ms?” “Call me Abi. his coloring. There was an attached walk-in closet. Her throat tightened. she had wanted Ma Mere to have recognized her. inexplicably.DeDieu@gmail. separate steam shower and a private room for the toilet and bidet. Two of the bedrooms were locked. It was a sign of tension and stress which she was more than ordinarily sensitive to on certain days. perhaps run some cool water on her wrists or place a cool cloth on her temples. dear. meaning they were Royal’s private quarters. April had the beginnings of a headache – more than a headache. CHAPTER THIRTEEN: COME TUMBLING “Jack fell down and broke his crown. but the economy has stalled their construction somewhat.com SCRIBD2 April sent him a silent message and with an infinitesimal movement. One of the guestrooms had an en suite bathroom.” Despite the pleasantries. he shook his head at her.” JACK AND JILL Two drinks later. Margery looked as sharp as ever – but gave no sense of having recognized April. Mrs. a migraine. Thinking of it only intensified the headache so she left it alone. April felt she had been summarily dismissed as they moved on. Most penthouses like this one had bathrooms reserved exclusively for guests on the lower floors. nodded her head regally. nor. They smelled crisp and fresh. The bedroom looked empty and unused.
I prayed to God to keep his holy angels over you – and here you are. And they laughed some more at the sheer lunacy of the moment.” April laughed and she laughed. she cried and April cried.” “Certainly not as well as you would.” April nodded. She ran her hair through her fingers and exclaimed. Giving April a shrewd look she said to her. You know you can count on us. They kissed again. “Child.com SCRIBD2 equipped with two sinks. Ma mere. she told her. over and over again. if that were the only consideration – but I didn’t come back for the sake of the company.” Ma Mere nodded with understanding. or Peter.” Holding April’s face in her hands. don’t hesitate to ask me or Wesley. “But you would have to fight him tooth and nail if you want any power now. I knew that silly biddy on the News Conference was not you. because she couldn’t have been more astonished to see the person who was looking at her from behind the door. and opened wider. and talked a bit as she caught her up with a few tidbits about her life and her projects. gave no quarter. Thinking it was perhaps Wesley. Walking back into the bathroom. He has been running the company into the ground.DeDieu@gmail. She sat in the vanity area and thought for a while. any help whatsoever. Then she said. your brother. although softer. I came back to save my life. I missed you. He has animal cunning that one. Margery continued.” Margery Sonner-Thwaite. this is not your hair color. Holding me close to her chest. The knock became insistent. Ma Mere could be the gentlest most refined woman on the planet earth. She took no prisoners. just not as well as he should.” They hugged some more. April privately agreed. but she could also be the most ruthless. Fl 33119. and Margery left.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266.” giving her the thorough once over. “But surely. She had ibuprofen in her purse. “I have to leave – Royal is not entirely an idiot.” April tried to explain to her. slipped in.” She insisted. Ma Mere. A whisper. Keep your counsel. There was no doubt that Royal had a kind of animal instinct had had served him well. Valda. “But it was me. “Shh. 110 . “Quickly. “Whatever it is. but the key to correct execution is timing. perhaps with a cool cloth over her head. She ignored it. it’s all his.” “I would always have fought him. “Anything done with success takes preparation and planning. and I don’t want him to see us together –that might put a context for him.” she said. she went to the door and opened. Miami Beach. before Royal sees us. “You are even more beautiful than ever. and intruded on her thoughts. and anything you need. but had forgotten to bring along a bottle of water with her. and Margery fell on her neck as April went into her arms. She locked the door. but she wouldn’t let me. There was a soft knock at the door. Obviously a mistake. “Surely not into the ground.” April laughed again. Even if--. her Godmother whom she’d just laid eyes on after twenty years not twenty minutes ago. she sat on the side of the bed as she wondered about the advisability of taking ten to twenty minutes to lie here in private. left no enemy behind. I know it has something to do with that fiend.
cornering her. In one respect. “Hello” he said to her. taking in the shape of her eyes. She was the right height. Royal. A thought came to him. Cocking his head against the door. it was locked. It was she who was missing. All fit. *** Royal sees her coming and he is smugly content. he listened. He gets closer to her and standing before her. She was feeling much better. But yet – unless he had been up 111 .com SCRIBD2 *** As Margery left the room and closed the door. But how would she be on such intimate terms with Margery Sonner-Thwaite so quickly? They had been in there for more than thirty minutes. She could not get away. hear him. clear gaze with nothing hidden. Something about her takes him to a place he’d long forgotten. April descended the stairs. Royal’s eyes widened as things began to click for him.. and he appreciates her walk. he corners her before she enters the crowd. acknowledge him. He needs to have her see him. he discovered something else. The warning Rosseberg had given him was fresh in his mind. even the mannerisms and way she spoke – and the way she walked. She moves past him.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. she’s walking with her natural grace. Fifteen minutes later. and they had been concerned. she is a bit like his sister. and went across to the other relaying a message. Unwittingly. Royal spotted her immediately. He walked thoughtfully downstairs and asked to speak to Royal.DeDieu@gmail. He is going out of his mind with her nearness. There was no sound.and noted the bodyguards of the guest of honor… one of them listened on their phone. She looks good there. something uncanny… Her scent is like his siste’sr. another door silently opened after she walked past. he sees another resemblance. She excites him. She has no fear of me. Royal thinks. Rosseberg looked after her thoughtfully. Fl 33119. the coloring – the age. Her seeming lack of interest spurs him. The height. He drummed his fingers against the railing…he pictured the Saudi princess in his mind. but he could sense the presence of someone in there. Valda. “No. their charge was gone. He seemed intent on speaking to her. Age. and in this way. he can understand Rosseberg’s confusion. speak to him. coloring. This woman does not act with me like my sister would. he tried the door quietly. “Can I get you anything?” She looks at him direct. Miami Beach. Ah. Wesley….” Rosseberg is wrong. She shakes her head. Walking back to the stairs. Moving up behind her. she moves like his sister. Going to the guest room from where she had emerged. her lips. he stood for a minute and surveyed the party…who was missing? He took in the principals. overlooking the crowd.
I turned away. he asked. I looked back at him levelly.Abi.” He looked ironically at me. The temerity. *** APRIL’S PRIVATE HORROR REVISITS: It was the tension in his body that alerted me.com SCRIBD2 close. they can’t change the way they make you feel—subconsciously. little good for me. I didn’t know. thinking human being to toy with. are you enjoying yourself? How do you feel?” I wanted to hit him. Circumstances and environment.DeDieu@gmail. it augured now. here’s to friends. Miami Beach. stress and other influences can change your emotions superficially and for a brief time. Walking away. he had to steal something – from Wesley… So he’d paid little heed. Instead I put my glass down.” I felt sick. His head spun with the possibilities. Look for someone who gives you the same reactions. long may they last – and all my enemies may kiss my ass. he had disappeared. He knew me. But now.” What a dent to his ego that had been! No wonder he had paid little attention as Rosseberg continued: “Your sister is here.” At this juncture his voice was filled with a subtle scorn as if he knew Royal’s secret. Shielding his words from the other guests by standing directly in front of me. dear. He knew. that we experience around certain people. even appearance. “So. coloring and approximate age of your sister. But how could this be? Rosseberg had been right. there is a basic primal feel. The idea was absurd. I didn’t. She was here! She was here for him. Why he had had his way with his sister from the moment she was born. The night is still young. and took a glass from a passing waiter. When I did. Fl 33119. I raised it in silent toast to him. a sentient. as it had then. he would never have recognized her. She is among your guests. preposterous. although people can change the way they look. and challenged. *** 112 . Valda. You have to consider the possibility that maybe your “little” sister is far smarter than you ever gave her credit for – and much sharper than you are. How.” Picking my glass again. “It depends. “So. What had he said? “The tale that you’ve told yourself and the picture in your head only fits when you remove the probability that you’ve had all along.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. that may not be such a bad thing – not a bad thing at all. I tried for as long as I could to resist the urge to look back. but underneath it all. But more important. He had always underestimated his little sister. He gave me a look that held a gleam – how well I knew that look. He has been all along. “For some of us. Sooner or later he’d find his sister. No one without an intellect could have hidden themselves so thoroughly from you.. then turning back. good or bad. and settle unfinished business. If I were you I’d pay attention to the women who fit the height. “as your sister… then add in the other similarities.
Valda. “She managed to evade others – not me. After giving him urgent instructions. the stars had all aligned for him – he had known it would be that way when he was getting dressed. He had no qualms about what he was about to do. and you want her to have a chance at Royal. It was more entertaining that way. I suppose this has to do with Royal and my God-daughter. “You’re taking a ride with me –“ “I will do no such thing. Royal rang Rosseberg’s phone. I won’t harm you. They did whatever they felt provided the most interesting outcome. Do you understand?” She snorted.” Rosseberg told her quietly. Luckily for him. This child has suffered enough. The old broad had spunk. you will come quietly – and do you know why? Because this way it gets to be settled between him and her. don’t you?” 113 . she’s as good as dead. was going to be one of the highlights of his career. Margery Sonner-Thwait was easy to subdue. If I’m occupied with you. But he would be killing two birds with one stone. She didn’t appear fearful in the least. “What do you want?” Imperiously. I caught up with her in four years. I am a paid killer -. his sister would do all that she could to rescue that person. I tell you tonight he is cursed—he will die. there was no way he was going to get his sister alone now. Well. One thing was certain. certainly this he felt. This was a struggle epic – a battle of the titans. Crises of conscience did not attack the morally ambiguous. I’ve taken the money for her death already – best you can do is to give her a opportunity to choose where and when – and to take her chances with Royal. I don’t get involved. He cornered her when she went into the bathroom. she gets a fair chance. she insisted that no one accompany her to the bathroom. Miami Beach. then let me hire you to kill Royal. “Hmm – you say you’re so good. Love these independent. When he was through with his sister – he would pass her on to Rosseberg… What a long night it was going to be. she recovered easily.” To give her credit. Fl 33119. Tonight. Name your price. so to speak. instead he decided to sit back and wait until things were all in place. she knew that he had figured out who she was. even at her age. For all of them.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. he opted not to follow April around like a puppy dog. it would do no good. Knowing that people like Margery were actually harder to subdue when threatened when embarrassed. he allowed her the dignity of finishing her toilette and covering herself before he confronted her. you won’t talk. Now come along.” “It doesn’t work that way. and he sends me after her. cantankerous so-called “healthy” old people. *** Rosseberg hurried in to carry out Royal’s orders. It doesn’t matter if you’ve seen my face.com SCRIBD2 As soon as she left the area. Are you a monster? That you do his bidding? Unhand me!” “If you love her.DeDieu@gmail. That person Rosseberg would soon have in his custody…once he did. “Well. But there was on person here she would give her life for. and she used a private one upstairs with a bidet. Yet she’s managed to evade you for twenty years.if she escapes tonight. In the end.
Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. I hope she sees that now it’s not necessary to do so anymore. granny. So he moved in closer. he took the service elevator to the parking garage and gently placed her in Royal’s limo. To anyone watching the conversation. however. “No problem. and knew nothing more.DeDieu@gmail. Rosseberg moved before she could finish. This time. instead off following. They had gotten into the party undercover. She drew herself up to her full height. they took the front elevators to the parking garage – once inside. Something was going on and they didn’t know what. and then a cold sensation in her fingers and toes. Reaching him.” She felt a pinprick. she might get him to forget the kind of man he was. Wesley looked around again. As they moved forward to reach them. and he dropped a kiss on her forehead.” 114 . he found Royal looking hard at him. her purse in his hand. looking down with a wry smile at the splendid face. Valda. As Wesley leaned in to look something hard cracked behind his ear. say goodnight. He fell. Then hewent to look for Royal. A signal passed between him and Royal. covered her with a blanket. Rosseberg again came on the floor. He saw to it that she was warm. they opted instead for going after Rosseberg. Royal nodded at the man next to Wesley.com SCRIBD2 “She was always better than him. Then he went back up the elevator. “Well then. This was between Royal and his sister. searching around restlessly. *** CHAPTER FOURTEEN: END GAME Mathison and Hobbs were frantic. people lose body heat quickly. And as tempted as he was he was angry that he had been tempted. They looked round to see if they could spot April’s detail – they were here. and she was gone. but Wesley had just left abruptly with a tall man…and they had a sense that things were unraveling. “Federal Agents. next to her. The Saudi princess appeared fine. Fl 33119. I will go as high as ---“ Rossberg was tempted. Time to shut that broad’s mouth before she had him doing something he would regret. the pain was blinding. Rosseberg led him to the limo. If she were only twenty years younger. She let herself be bested for the sake of the family. they stood on each side. and this time. He found Wesley on the fringe of the group. He needed Wesley out of the way because he had a feeling he would baulk at nothing to find his mother.” Rosseberg shrugged. we need to ask you a few questions. Miami Beach. Lead the way. “I will pay you fifty million dollars in untraceable Bearer bonds if you will leave that child alone. Holding her propped against him. and Wesley turned and left. However Kunig and Novac were with her and so. and Royal moved towards April. Rosseberg signaled Royal to begin a formal toast so that he could carry Margery out of the back without being seen. and opened the doors. and he grunted. eyes blazing as she said. He went to his side and quietly spoke in his ear.” Margery whispered a prayer. it merely seemed that he delivered some urgent news.
” Royal seemed to be losing touch with reality. it’s private there. Both men flanked him. “is a real take-down.. let’s revisit old memories – just you and me. he told me. Leave now. Both men went down. Rosseberg waited until they shut the door and then he reached back and broke Hobbs’ knee while he hit Mathison in the Adams apple. Fl 33119. Matters had to play themselves out. “Tell you what.DeDieu@gmail.” he said. You have no choice. boys. “I have Margery. you will come to the house and we’ll talk. “And that.com “We can do this outside – or here if you prefer. As soon as he did.. He went back to where the party was going and stood in a corner with his arms folded. and locked the door. he had found her. April hadn’t turned up and decided to face him. And. however. Kunig looked edgy. but one thing she knew. but April put a hand on his arm and moved off with Royal. he meant every word. then he shot both of them in the chest at close range. *** When Royal saw Rosseberg disappear with the Feds. Remember. I have Wesley. why don’t we go into the study. “Did you think you were going to escape me?” They looked as if they were having a friendly conversation – one look at Peter.” SCRIBD2 Rosseberg said. That assassination attempt? Drugs.” He sneered. he was gently shut. “You know where. long and hard. Like an answer to my question. Mathison choking.” Working their way into the back of the room. How was she going to do this… I tilted my to the side and looked at him. Taking out his weapon. by the way. In his mind. badly. or Margery dies and I can fix it so that she looks as if she died peacefully in her sleep – and everyone will think you’re crazy. You’re a girl scout now. Peter glowered. this was all his idea. They both looked prepared for anything. Remember Fourth of July – fireworks? Remember…Let’s go back there again. Royal walked up to April. he put on a silencer. too. but I can make you look so dirty that by the time they’re through investigating. There was no need to tell Royal anything just yet. Where was he going with this? She wondered. This part he was willing to simply sit back and observe. his plan.” The house? What house? “What house? Here?” April looked around. Miami Beach. Peter was scowling. they’ll consider your death a righteous killing. April. he waited until he came back before approaching April again. told April he was not buying it. if you want to make certain that ‘Ma Mere’. 115 . they went into the study. and asked her to step aside so he could have a few words. Valda.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266.” Walking out. *** “ I want to ask you a question—how long were you going to run and hide?” He seemed to be gloating. front and back as they walked in. come alone. “doesn’t get hurt. and everybody dies.
both of them could have murdered Royal for me. Kunig touched me lightly on the shoulder.” April told him. or I do we’d better hurry. Valda. Get both in one go. bathe together. I saw his bodyguard give him a signal earlier. his guy. Peter and Kunig will follow.” They looked at each other.” I walked to where the elevator had dinged. we’re having only two kids. she’s dead. “Here. “Let’s go. Kunig. looks dangerous. As they were approaching the elevators.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. She saved me from Royal when I was sixteen. “Don’t be late.” “No. He grabbed them. 116 .” She told him. “She is not going to be there. Both he and Kunig watched as she put it in her handbag. be careful – this guy. He’ll want to be at close quarters with you. signaling its arrival. you head out now to get to the old house before Royal does.” I leaned in and gave Peter a kiss. drink together.” “April…don’t do this. This was on the spur of the moment. If you come with me. “I cannot lose you. Let me call someone for back up. How many cops can you kill and get away with it? Can you make them ‘look dirty’ too? Let me make up an excuse . Twins.” I recounted what happened prior to the debutante’s ball. They grasped the gravity of this situation immediately.” “I will.” Reaching Kunig and Peter. Peter said. grow old together –just like you planned. “Please…be safe.” She told him. April said to them. if I can help it. He’s not that stupid. “You can’t go alone. Then held out three fingers kissing them. Peter? Watch someone else die on the six o clock news? Have SWAT surround the house? How can you think a man like Royal is going to give merely himself up…he’s already written the ending to the script in his head. and stood facing him as the doors were closing. Use this anyway you can. “Because if that’s what you want. Peter. Call Abraham to back you up.” “You won’t. “Is that a proposal?” He asked. We’ll follow you.” “ I cannot go with you. Their looks of horror were identical.” Peter handed me a penknife.” “And what.” So where is this place?” Peter asked. but he won’t be looking for a knife. I’ve survived by pretending to go along.” April turned to Kunig. “You’ll marry me and we’ll fight and make love and cook together. “I love you. Miami Beach. Only thing is. Royal’s unhinged. “I cannot let that woman die. I can leave with you now and I assure you..DeDieu@gmail.” I said. At that point. and rewriting …because he never seems prepared …he always misses the details.” he said. Fl 33119. she told them what was happening. He’s finally lost it. “You stay here and follow him. She didn’t have to explain much.com SCRIBD2 “Do you want this to get of hand?” She asked him. “Give me directions on how to get there. “he’ll look for a gun. so he’s got no one watching for you.” He looked at her measuringly.and I will meet you there. She told him.
Valda. *** APRIL ‘S CONFRONTS HER PRIVATE HORROR. Shia was still lying in a pitiful state. she was so homesick for the intense and hot flavors of her island. Living in Miami. she was finishing this. feeling vulnerable. and a leather jacket. and the doors shut. Maybe she felt I had to face the pain and overcome it. maybe she knew. I wonder if she knew how much pain seeing everything exactly as it was twenty years ago brought me – but the again. Peter’s penknife she hid comfortably in her socks. She hoped they would all come through this alright. but I refused to leave a note for Peter. He blew me a kiss. She had made one friend during my telemarketing years. my gun ensconced in the inner pocket. Let God in Her heaven be my witness. There was no chance I was going to let that happen. I had lived a half-life for years. he would die painfully. Fl 33119. and Abraham had already left. ApriI got to the hotel. She dashed home to change her clothing. Apparently he’d vomited whatever it was that had given him the stomach upset – or he’d passed it out the other way…She saw that Abraham had done as she’d asked and put the powdered grass in his bowl. between the twilight and the dawn…Tonight I was taking my life back. Today. Evidently Kunig and Peter had called him as soon as they’d finished speaking. Miami Beach. They weren’t kidding. And held out two kissing them back. an amazingly beautiful Trinidadian named Dhanmahti. It had all come down to this. said to be the hottest in the world. April developed a taste for Caribbean Pepper sauce made with Scotch Bonnet peppers. she put on a man’s cotton v sleeveless tee – commonly called in Miami a “wife-beater” after the COPS show tradition where they routinely show domestic disturbance cases where the men come out of their houses wearing these. in the house that I spent my summers and played – and I was here to rescue the woman who had rescued me. No way was she going to confront Royal in this dress. there was no hardness. I would see to it.DeDieu@gmail. Ma Mere had kept the house in pristine condition – I was going back in more ways than one.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. but his tummy felt normal.com SCRIBD2 “Is that a yes?” she answered. Dhanmahti and April used to joke that pepper sauce was the perfect weapon against muggers – better than pepper spray -. Just as she was fishing around my bag. April had started doing the same thing as a joke. She wore ankle boots. Good man. A Caribbean Black/Indian mix. A note meant that I would not see him again. even if it meant an even exchange. her hands had closed on a small bottle hidden there…and an idea formed in her head. She hoped he’d come through all right. mid-heel. AND FINDS TWO: I am not a superstitious woman. a life for a life. I would not die.if one could only get the cap off in time. come hell or high water. Back here. Royal had her somewhere…and I swore if he’d laid a hand on her. Changing into black snug bootleg jeans. she would carry her pepper sauce with her in her handbag—she claimed that American palate leaned toward bland. Royal’s car was in the front driveway…back when I was 117 . It was my turn to live. tonight. low –cut.
he came in and shut the door. I kept the gun trained on him. My heart thudded. but she had been drugged. Valda. I looked around. “Come on. They had Wesley tied to a chair. He was the one I kept seeing at the party outside the periphery of my vision… He looked at me. I tensed. 118 . but I would not be raped either. Good to see you again. That I would never fully grow until I found my roots. he too was unconscious. “Where is she. as if taking my stock. I would’ve had a gun strapped to each thigh. in a way. then. Either I was giving it to him. and was facing the same man I’d seen in my apartment window. “Come downstairs. An exact replica had been built. I saw where my dollhouse had once stood. I was not going to die here. Then after that I supposed it had found its roots and sprang upward faster than you could imagine. the vanity and personal items –everything. I entered the house. It didn’t feel comforting. Yet had I? I heard a whisper behind me of air movement. quizzically.” As he did. It felt as if I had to resist the pull. I saw the limo. the furnishings. Familiar and strange. which told me at least one more person was here besides Royal and me.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Royal?” “She’s fne – resting upstairs peaceably… in your old bedroom. and make things easier for Royal –that was not going to happen. had planted there a Christmas tree instead. Everything was just the same. My house. He then held out his hand for my gun.com SCRIBD2 growing up my mother – and then my father. I turned. MaMere was indeed sleeping. as he moved off and around the banister. It had taken sometime to properly grow. I couldn’t see if Peter was here yet. however. Otherwise all vehicles parked around the side in a detached garage with an attached walkway…looking across the grounds that now belonged exclusively to me.” I didn’t trust him. All I could do was stare at him. just a week ago. I gave it to him. I rushed past. Miami Beach.DeDieu@gmail. I had stepped into a time warp. or he would take it.” I took out my gun and trained it on him. It was him. then later removed when I became a teenager. it was telling me something about myself. the tug of nostalgia. Fl 33119. or I would be forced back into a pattern or a way of thinking or feeling that I had outgrown. in fact for two years it had seemed stunted. I told myself. Royal came down the stairs just as I walked in. I suppose. the bedroom set. Poetic. plus Peter’s knife I concealed in my boot. and remain sound in body.” I commanded. After I gave him the gun. Into my old bedroom. “Hello Lil’ Sis. outside the garage. All that I had left behind. If I were the “bad-ass” chick in the movie Losers. I could give it. it was eerie. My father in rueful admitting of my growing up. or have him take it. never allowed vehicles to stand in front of the house except when the limousine would drop off or pick up guests or family members.
“April are you alright? Are you being coerced – did he – hurt you?” “No. “It’s April. I believe everyone has a right to defend themselves. you’d already be. lethal. I’m leaving now. Give me five minutes to contact Kunig and Abraham. This man. And you – I don’t know what you are. Fl 33119. hard and quiet. Valda. very lean. and very expert killer. “He will be leaving now – don’t stop him. Now listen. For me. Royal will pay…do you understand?” Long silence. I threw back my head and screamed. He picked up at once. His hand covered my mouth. that’s fine. “ He said. Peter’s voice went urgent. There was a sense of darkness about him that came from the way he walked. too that he could be ruthless. before I dropped it. to fight for life. I know your boyfriend is here.” I didn’t know what that meant. Miami Beach. I’m fine. “Yes. It was just painful enough for me to let go. the only chance you have of getting this done clean. He reached out to. meant every word he was saying. stubbornly for a minute.” 119 . Right now. you will be putting him in unnecessary danger because I’m giving you the opportunity to finish this with your brother – do you understand? If you live. Nod your head if you understand me. I am here with Royal’s killer for hire. If you scream. “You can use Wesley’s” he tugged the unconscious man’s pants. That’s what I’m going to let happen.” I told him. to protect themselves. Please. I have something urgent to tell you. “ Give me your cellular. Putting a hand to his lips. Royal was a prime example. he began walking toward me…I drew back. they will face the consequences – I am a trained. pulling the phone out of his pocket. Just listen. painfully. and then he can leave. Finally Peter tells me. you will have nothing to fear from me.” I believed him. I reached out for my gun in his hand. and grabbed my wrist. I want to say something to you. and I believe him. I’d seen a lot of evil in my time. I reached out to the same brush I’d used. He put his lips to my ear and said. He was hired to kill me. I called Peter. looking for something. You knew he could be very quiet if he wanted. You knew. who ever he was. “If I wanted you dead.” “Good. the way he moved. I looked at the killer and he was twirling a key around his finger. I am giving you that chance. and you could feel the strength radiating out of him. my fingers closing on the handle. He leaned it. “Good. is to play things out without having me involved.” The killer for hire in question shrugged. If they want to find me afterwards. twenty-six years ago on Royal. “No. “I do. anything to hold. He shook his head. I’d never seen such a dispassionate regard for neither good or evil. they will sleep for another two hours. Do you hear me?” I nodded. if your boyfriend and his friends try to stop me. Are you going to listen?” I nodded.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266.DeDieu@gmail. I held on. and handed it over to me.” He drew back. but—finish this. Cause your brother is an asshole. and he is…giving me a chance to work things out. “Your Godmother and your friend will be fine. by Royal. and something broke inside me. Margery and Wesley are fine – he says.com SCRIBD2 He was a tall man. If he gets away.
” he indicated my body. watching my progress. and sat behind his desk. Did he realize how perverse they were? Was he truly just …clueless? “Royal. Quick as a snake striking his hand slapped me across the face. “It’s all set. and did it again. Even after all this time. *** CHAPTER FIFTEEN: APRIL’S PRIVATE HORROR – THE REDUX… I walked back. Fl 33119. shall we?” Great. that. I could see he was aroused. How wonderful. I wasn’t sure whether it was to give Royal’s killer time to truly walk away. pushing. it was my chair now. slowly downstairs. I was so tired and sick of his actions and words to me. You’re my older brother. Shall we have a cuppa tea while we’re at it? Just where’s that dratted butler. “He’s got two. A nice brotherly/sisterly confab. He was breathing heavy. and you tried to rape me. this is criminal and insane. and looking down. You just are. “Hold on” “He needs five minutes”. I don’t know what it is about you. pushing past resistance.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. “this is. but he was still too flush with excitement over whatever plans he had for me. “Let’s go into the study and have a chat. If you were not my sister I suppose maybe I’d use you and discard you. I could tell that it irritated him. you’ve never been a brother to me – do you know that? What is this…obsession… you have with me…you used to molest me as a child.” 120 . and the killer was gone. with an up-and-down motion of his hands.” It was time for me to confront this elephant in the room. he came closer .” A whisper of movement again. he couldn’t just kill me and get it over with. The killer told me.DeDieu@gmail. you can’t imagine what a pleasant surprise this. Actually. I cannot see you without wanting to have you and to hurt you at the same time. I stood. without thought. A minute and a half later. I suppose he imagined that his killer was somewhere nearby should he need back up. That was Royal’s weakness. anyway? He was cocky. His next words were typical. He gestured for me to sit.” He came around the desk and looked at me. or I had lost momentum. Peter called back. “So whose bright idea was it to disguise yourself on TV – you really looked a dog there Sis. He walked into my father’s study. This was my father’s chair. Miami Beach. All I knew was that I descended as if the earth were standing still and time had stopped. I said. my dear. “No. is life. full length.com I told him. Valda.” I hung up. Odd. But because you are my blood you’re in my skin. I felt a sense of shock at this. he had to toy with me the way a cat toys with the mouse that’s going to be its dinner. I was in a bubble as it expanded out. I supposed I’d never seen Royal sit in that chair. My legs obeyed me only because I was moving mechanically.” SCRIBD2 “He says you can only have two. Royal stood below.
I took it. Fl 33119. confident as ever…never even seeming to see me as nothing more than an object. Five minutes later. looking at him. listening. Rosseberg. I can cover up any sin. I’ll wait. That makes you uncomfortable – doesn’t it… I’m no longer a little girl. I took out the bottle of pepper sauce in my bag. keeping Peter and Kunig and Abraham at bay? He’s gone. Peter and the others would be happy to know that. The rules that bind other men’s behavior do not apply to me. Would you like to be my secret sin. From the moment you were born – that was the way it was. A decent man would never have done it –peek at you in your diapers. I’m here. “The car is gone – but you knew that. do you still think your killer is here? That he is somewhere. I’ve enough money to buy anything and anyone I want. there was nothing there of my father. I stood in the exact position I was in before he left. put equal amounts in each round glass. He called again. maybe you could have had some counseling and therapy by now – maybe we could have had a chance. No answer.”Those memories will stay with me forever. you know. “Let me tell you what’s going to happen—You my dear. using a martial arts maneuver. I shuddered and pulled away.com SCRIBD2 He’d scratched me. Royal. No one here but you and me.” He sneered at me. I’d thought he was all I’d left of my father and mother. No back up.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. I found my voice. I stood my ground. go and find out.” He touched my tenderly. Are you man enough for this? I say you’re not. But I was never decent – and I don’t have to be. blood was running down my cheek. are going to give me one night of pleasure. furious. We never had a chance. Rosseberg took my gun.DeDieu@gmail. The amber went cloudy for a minute. only it was a danse macabre – a masquerade – a monster’s ball. But now. One night of insane pleasure and then you’re going to die. For a moment there we were like dance partners. I had hidden something from myself that I could only face up to now. Let’s finish this. You always were. you have no chance. strong woman – and you cannot intimidate me anymore. “Royal. Capping back the bottle. “My dear. nothing of my mother. No answer. Yet I couldn’t hate him.” He poured out two brandies holding out a glass. Valda. You say you want a night of passion? Come work for it. I cannot keep you – and I want all my money. But the memories. Royal.” He closed his eyes. and I gracefully pivoted around. I still remembered he was responsible for the deaths of those two policemen. 121 . he came back. But for the first time.let’s have a drink. I’m a young. I didn’t want to kill Royal because deep down inside. Come and get me.” I filed the name away in my head.” He pulled out his cellular and jabbed some numbers. He walked over back to the bar. didn’t you …bitch. Pushing past me. he walked out to check on the detached garage on the side.” He took my arm to twist it. “If you had not enjoyed it so much. I pitied him. Miami Beach. “No. He deserved to die. “You’re bluffing and you’re a bad liar. then settled down. As soon as he did. and nothing for me. I didn’t pull away. Now -. you know? Rosseberg is here. and swirled it. April?” He caressed my cheek. I used to look at you.
He had thought ahead. down the hatch I thought. instead of following Rosseberg directly. or any other. *** Abraham Barrino was a smooth-skinned. they had not known. 122 . he was invariably linked in the minds of the people who met him to some kind of nobility or royalty. with aquiline features. his boss. Royal. or realized that Margery or his boss were inside that limousine. Therefore. software and technology. my dear. a marksman. He was useful in multicultural settings because most people took him to be either of Arabic heritage. And. and he knew computers. fit in with the romantic image he innately possessed.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. He had an ear for languages. I drank mine too. His family were impoverished ranch owners from Mexico. Although his family had none of their wealth that they had started with in the 1800’s. Although he had no military background or training. Fl 33119. and spoke several fluently without a trace of an accent – that and a need for an adrenaline rush had driven him into Wesley’s employ as a security expert. an Argentinean from a cattle ranching family had taken one look at his mother and married her with all the lavish pomp and ceremony his relatives would have him expend on one of their Argentine girls. or even American Indian. that too. You’re going to prison. they had been able to keep a discreet distance between them.” “Prison. dark complexioned man. sensing that whatever Abraham was right when he said was going to take place. As a result Abraham had attended the best schools. Miami Beach.DeDieu@gmail. Italian or a Spaniard. Creole or Acadian. Before being given instructions to tail Rosseberg. You’re not going to rape me tonight. who. Kunig who had taken his measure and since revised whatever opinion he’d first had of him. visited nine countries in East and West Africa and generally lived the life of a polo-playing playboy until he was twenty-nine. and threw back his. more than simply police procedure was going to be needed. but if he had said French. Like many with blood-lines descended from the Aztecs. lived in cities all over Europe. Whatever cover he used. and laughed. Valda. With cryptic text messages he had relayed a message to Patrick. a natural born athlete.” Down. followed his lead. with that fine rare copper skin with pink/gold undertones that you see in some American Indians. thinking of a worse case scenario where Royal would perhaps recognize April and kidnap her. Abraham’s stepfather. just as I thought. Part of his appeal was that he never spoke much. just to be fair. grasping immediately the seriousness of the situation had sent him back some cryptic instructions of his own.com SCRIBD2 “Let’s have that drink. but he observed everything going on. he took my words as a challenge. His idea to place electronic transmitters under the back end of the limousine and Bentley while Royal was upstairs enjoying his cocktail party had been a master stroke.” He laughed and laughed. And. Abraham was truly beautiful to behold. and without thinking handed me a glass. he was brilliant. His father had died when he was eight years old.
Kepper on the other hand was moving in. Now. with attached small baths and back stairs –these he assumed.DeDieu@gmail. all designer brand. He could hear disembodied snatches of April and Royal’s conversation. if matters took a turn for the worse the necessity for concealment was over. As long as there was conversation. he was tempted to kill him there and then –but had seen no sign of April and therefore had held off. From the tone of her voice. but not the full content or context of it. After Royal re-entered the house. Miami Beach. He would have to find his way to where April was. because of Abraham’s foresight. grand houses. the floor plan was maze-like. increased exponentially when the conversation stopped – at that time. Kunig under the cover of the trees in the Southeast. were the maids’ bedrooms. with Rosseberg supposedly out of the way. He assumed that the back stairs led to the kitchen. and some of the bedrooms were far smaller. He entered what he assumed must have been Royal’s bedroom. along with dozens of pairs of 123 . he kept his ear cocked. with no idea where Peter was. he would find his way downstairs. He could move very swiftly. they did. still hanging in his closet. as were all the other rooms. For an old house. what mattered then was speed. The theme in the bathroom was royal blue – for Royal. get it – he thought. However. they were in an ideal position to approach the house as soon as Peter gave them the go-ahead. When Peter had signaled them to back off because of April’s message. *** Peter was already in the house – upstairs. When Abraham first saw Royal come out to the garage. and Royal’s goose was cooked. Peter they saw no sign of whatsoever. a walk-in closet and a sitting area. he had chosen to sit and wait. He looked around. and there were various types of clothing. nothing untoward was taking place. Valda. typical of the older. since their safety was a priority with April. he surmised that April was fine. he believed. he had no choice but to go methodically from room to room. The bedrooms were all in pristine order. With Royal’s hired killer gone. with an en suite bathroom. and he contented himself with quickly searching the rooms for her Godmother and Wesley. and anyway. The house was huge and without being familiar with it at all. There was no way to find out. and there would be one or more dining and sitting rooms attached. the odds had improved drastically in their favor. and the carpeting kept the floors from creaking. Now all they had to do was find the hostages. Nevertheless. the walls were surprisingly thick. or not.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. and. It was extremely large. Fl 33119. Abraham from around the detached garage at the Northwest end. whether Margery Thwaite and her son were found. however. The danger. they were slowly advancing upon the house. He was in some kind of back parlor or solarium filled with plants. He had used the intervening two minutes to enter the house through the pool pavilion in the back. He could easily use one of these stairs to come around from the back to the front where Royal and April’s voices were coming from – instead of the main stairs at the grand entrance foyer – if he could find his way.com SCRIBD2 Again.
His phone vibrated and he was looking at a text message from Abraham and Kunig. He continued to monitor Margery’s pulse. smiling. a drawer full of trinkets and mementos. racquet balls. including lighters. Overhead. told them he had found Margery and Wesley. “This is between both of them – I don’t want you involved. It wasn’t April. Everything went black. Checking their pulse. there was no need to find out to what degree. The old lady’s color was alarming. he found they were both merely unconscious. Peter stood where he was. and to sit tight. and got up. dirt and all. Curiously. her breathing a bit shallow and he was concerned. as he continued to listen to what was going on downstairs An instinct told him he was no longer alone. and Peter found in himself an irresistible urge. Whatever had to be settled between her and Royal had to be finished today. and the bodies of Margery Thwaite. He made his way back to the solarium. They were in position – close to the house and ready to move in at a moment’s notice. His deeper intuition won. he also found several odd items. in reasonable tones. he grabbed hold of a potted plant . He turned around – there was no one there. The hit came hard and low under his ribs. Rolling away.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. and in the closet. a compulsion. Fl 33119. There were several Cadet Uniforms. He acknowledged the message. Peter listened as someone coughed and coughed. he thought. to search further warring with an equally strong impetus to get away and wash his hands. past what was a smaller bedroom and a sitting room he found what he knew used to be April’s bedroom. It was sinister. Peter followed through with a fist to his jaw and felt satisfaction when it connected with an audible snap. Valda. Some went into his eye. sneakers. since it seemed to be directly above where Royal and April were. Royal had never advanced to officer. vision blurry and saw a long length of leg in a black suit approaching. and he fell back. It was a need to find out exactly how sick Royal was that fought with the deeper intuition that he was sick. Buttons from what seemed to be a little girls dress. a baby’s book with a child’s handwriting in red crayon scrawling “I love you. The killer had lightning fast reflexes. and the killer reared back. . waiting. it was just that simple. Oh the life of the privileged. but not enough. He turned back. and matches. golf and polo clubs. *** 124 .DeDieu@gmail. Miami Beach. only to take drastic measures to ensure April’s safety. No doubt this was a type of monument to Royal’s glory days. it went on and on. and her son. so he assumed it must be Royal. and felt like he had walked into a brick wall. and came back with an open fist to Peter’s temple. Rosseberg at him again. two rooms further down.com SCRIBD2 shoes. Peter ducked and threw the dirt in his face. The next blow was agonizing.” the voice said.” and a host of other odds and ends. Still his first priority was April.
“Har” he croaked. the burning was so intense. I had long built up a tolerance for Scotch Bonnet peppers. Valda. He felt like clawing his skin off his body. with one hand. throat. “Huh…Huh” and pointing at his chest.” He finally gasped. *** Rosseberg visited the two other men on the compound. They were lucky. Alarmed. Royal? Tell me. harder. and ended in a paroxysm of coughing. grimacing as the burning flared up briefly as it came into contact with the liquid. He still couldn’t speak. Still. Gesturing frantically. Sweat poured down his face and his nose was running. I could only imagine what Royal was feeling. Royal thought he was going to die. I moved off to the kitchen to get him some water. and grabbing his shirt. When he was through.DeDieu@gmail. His throat closed in and he was slowly choking to death. eyes. or bread. hard on the back – then slapped him again. Everything was going up in flames. Fl 33119. gasping for air. I didn’t want this to end in him having a heart attack . washed down the pepper and alcohol combination and his coughing slowed. and seemed crooked. choked and turned an alarming shade of purple. His eyes bugged out alarmingly and tears were streaming from them. His mouth.more he coughed the further the burning intensified. neck. 125 . Going over to him I slapped him. and gesturing to me. “My heart pills.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. it was congenital heart failure. chest and stomach all felt as if they were on fire. I could focus on Royal. “How do you feel. since the act of bring back up the liquid further inflamed the sensitive lining and tissues of the throat and mouth. He was doubled over. It only made sense that Royal could have inherited that weakness. Today he’d spared more than a few lives. He could not think.-I still needed some answers. they were both unconscious. the other was hanging down. and still the liquid brought tears to my eyes.com SCRIBD2 Royal gasped. he made a miming motion at his mouth. He coughed nonstop for what seemed like a full minute. forcing me in the seat that I had earlier refused to take. *** SHAH-MAT: DEATH TO THE KING I went back to the study to find Royal clutching his heart. He drank the water greedily. He was loosening his tie. ears. Giving in to urge to gasp and spit out actually caused more burning.” My father had died of a heart attack. Once the intensity of the burning had passed. how do you feel today?” I asked him mockingly. I who had known what was coming. He needed his pills. The . but he wasn’t getting any from me… He started to gasp. simply allowed my throat to open and swallow the burning liquid smoothly down. the water. Miami Beach. “Heart. although not as soothing as milk. Milk actually was the best thing to administer for Scotch Bonnet peppers – or yogurt.
“That was the last perfect summer we had – remember? Remember Tessie? I used to rub Tessie all over my groin. the other hand clutching his side. “You thought you could outsmart me. Grabbing his hand and trying to tear it away from my throat. I sagged to my knees and he pulled me up. Sagging to my knees. I gagged as sweet air reached my lungs. He coughed again.” I didn’t struggle. Then he pointed the gun at me. my secret stash…we had some fun then…didn’t we?” He squeezed harder.” His hand tightened around my neck again. pushed in and down.” He commanded. “Drop the knife” he said. “Then I can finish what I started. and blood started seeping from his wound.” he said. and if he knocked me unconscious I would be able to do nothing. On no. “Stop. He pulled me closer. turning slightly towards him. “Didn’t we?” He hissed in my ear. as if trying speak. slowly almost at a crouch. I dug the blade into his side. my hand reached into my sock. did I tell you? I took you with me to where I had my stash. April. Whatever he had planned for me would not involve having the gun continually trained to my side. I reached in to finish him off and he brought the butt of the gun round and hit me a glancing blow on the cheek – I saw stars. “Bitch” he whispered as he bit my ear. I completely his intention. and wake up tied up. “ Almost there. “We need to go now.com SCRIBD2 “Where are they? I asked. “Remember that July Fourth—those fireworks?” he said. and I started blacking out. he had a gun pressed against my kidney. I let him. throwing him off balance. outside. As he stumbled. so I remained silent. Then. hard. My thumb flicked the switch and the blade licked out. I let my body go completely limp. he held me in a choke grip with his hands. 126 . Regaining his balance.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Valda. I couldn’t allow that to happen. I croaked.DeDieu@gmail. “Come – now. I will see you in hell first. I thought. grabbing my neck again. “Drop it or I swear I will shoot you right in your face.” He pointed the way with the gun. and I pulled out the penknife remaining in a crouch. Moving in closer to hear what he had to say. I needed to breathe. “Now move!” He said. he pulled me upright. Miami Beach. Fl 33119. He sank down to his side. He doubled over. and gasped as he tried to get out the words. “Now walk. “Come over here.” The gun was still trained on me. In the other hand.” I dropped the knife. We need to go to our special place…remember?” Easing his arm from around my neck. and. I am going to make you pay. As I closed in . he snaked an arm around my neck – it felt like iron. His other hand moved on his thigh. I moved towards him.” he said. he bent. The pain was excruciating. he whispered. “What—what was that?” His hand eased. till walking with his hand around my neck he marched me round into the kitchen and through the mud room.
this is sick. He grabbed at my hair and pressed the gun into my neck. “Just walk. I knew that unless I did something. he looked at me. right here. They came piling down on us. and Royal shot me in the leg. like they had fire within them.” I pushed him away. He was like a bull in rutting season and there was no 127 .com SCRIBD2 “What are you going to do now. hitting the ground close to his feet. but he was on his knees. I knew it well. this was where it all started. He looked at me. “Don’t you do that. I wanted it to sound sordid. “This was where it happened. I just have to get you out of my system. and the bullet grazed my upper arm. and he knocked me down with his fist. Royal would die before he would let me leave this place. With the gun. I kicked at his knee. and he was on me. Royal’s body was hard against mine. I waved my arms. “Tell whoever it is to stop. we had never left. always the one.” He seemed to be muttering to himself and the blood was pouring out of his side. He pulled me towards the old gazebo and further round the back. There was no getting around it. “Don’t shoot. He ducked.” He was feverish. “You think I can’t kill you? I can shoot you right now. this brother of mine. and still. and it did. according to his script. “Say it!” he ground out. and heedless of his wound.” He seemed to have forgotten he had tried to set me on fire. that’s all. Valda. Miami Beach. April. This was his special place.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. Whoever was firing was not aiming well. put the gun in his left hand while he fumbled with pants using his right. pulling me along with him.” I said. I picked up my heels and ran. He was walking backwards. He grabbed at me. still trained on me. This has to stop. he was aroused. “Shut up. he ripped at my blouse and put his lips on me. The gun went off. In his mind. The familiar feeling of nausea combined with dizziness from the pain made me shake. I was inextricably tangled up in some fantasy of his. something that had defined him and made him who he is today.” he gritted through his teeth. he forced the gun under my neck.” The gun was shaking and his fingers tightened on the trigger. “How does this pay in your head? I’m your girlfriend?” I said in that little girl voice that little sisters reserve for their older brothers. Reaching over I wrenched the gun from his hands. “ I just have to get you out of my system. “You were always special to me.” He hissed fiercely. I was never getting out of this alive. his wound still bleeding. this was something we had started. and we both rolled over and over in a parody of lovemaking. There were rocket ships. Royal. I made a grab for the gun. It stung horribly and I fell. April. taunting him.” I screamed.” His face changed as he looked at me again. The pain in my leg was unbearable.DeDieu@gmail. But the distraction helped. the bullet grazing skin. “Or I will kill you now.” Keeping me in front of him at all times. In his mind. and his eyes glowed like molten lava rocks. to the hut on the boardwalk. wet and hungry. but he paid no attention whatsoever. Holding the gun to my face. Fl 33119. “Don’t do that!” he screamed. and fireworks still stacked neatly in their own compartments. pushing me down. “We are brother and sister.” A shot rang out. hitting one of the shelves with his rockets. Royal. hard and heard it crack.
hard. It hurt like hell. He was walking a bit unsteadily. he dug into my thigh of the leg that had been shot and the pain made me gasp aloud. it was the end of everything. Tears started and ran down my cheeks. I saw him crawl over to pick up the gun and I turned around. then nothing and his weight sagged on me. The reason I left the Domestic Abuse Division? I killed a man. tugging and I flopped on my chest. I lured him to an empty construction site – and killed him. torn from her vagina to rectum – her own father – a baby!” Peter was shaking. “None of the principles on the case knew me. so I visited her in the hospital. I quit – and went to Major Crimes instead.” I said tightly. unbidden. Fl 33119. wearily. The father – he gave me websites to visit. A memory. Then he hit me. and reaching for the gun while I tried to bring in over and into his side. Child welfare could do nothing. Peter shook me. and saw Peter. and he had a bump on his forehead. “No – listen to me. There was doubt about who had done it – the mother had a boyfriend. He looked at my brother. Miami Beach. Using his knee. I bent my head down as if defeated.” and he’s my burden to get rid off. just before he dandled me on his knee and touched me outside my panties. God had put this one in my hands – but I wasn’t going to seek them out. I felt the connect. I heard the sound of someone moving in the grass. Standing up. me and God.” She pushed again. tickling me. Royal. No one knows – but you. Pressing his body on me. Royal.”You could have been killed!” She was almost sobbing.DeDieu@gmail. The boyfriend almost took my head off. fist flush into my cheekbone. He was pressing down on me. he began fumbling with the waistband of my jeans. Royal. a wobbling drunken gait. and taking the gun.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. I posed as a pedophile. and hit my head against the ground hard. and banged my head square into his chin. Peter said “What are you doing? You’re going to have to kill him. floated through my head. I crawled away. but otherwise he looked just fine. 128 . I grabbed for his face and he put his hand in my hair. “to do something so reckless and stupid. you know. I continued silently. I was sick the day of the call – a child. heard his bottom jaw hit the top as his teeth clicked together. “I know – but he’s my brother. My gun spat and I sent him back to hell in his own rocket ship. I followed his gaze. visited both of them.com SCRIBD2 reasoning with him. Valda. close to my ear. Dazed. crawling away. me laughing. and talked about his own daughter. It seemed to put a cap to what was my childhood – and in a way.” Tears were in his eyes. Royal throwing me up in the air. and Wesley hissed. “One side is as good as another April” he whispered. He grabbed my leg.” He looked at me – “but I couldn’t face becoming a vigilante. *** EPILOGUE: …Three days later… “I will never understand what would possess you” she pushed. Just watching him surrounded by all of his toys. then shot up hard.
. Valda. She is like a sister to me. and she opened for him. They were in his study at his house where his mother had been resting and he had called Althea over to discuss some work. marriage certificate in hand. “I can’t explain it to you – all I can tell you is that it is unlikely it will ever happen again. I was helping out an old friend. We had something once. Wesley and especially Margery -.” I said. “Yes. the plan was to kill both of us. Abraham backdated and inserted several text messages and cryptic emails. and No. “Ouch. who had gotten away. But I am not in love with April. but it’s over – a long time ago.” He said. Pinky. what now. “April is – a friend. whose sworn testimony had done more the convince the FBI and other investigators than anything else. She was only “Abi” to expose a conspiracy in her company. we had managed to make it look like Royal had been shot trying to rescue me from a killer. According to what investigators surmised. exquisitely restored 1930’s Miami Beach Courthouse. imitating a character in an old cartoon. firm yet soft bosom as the new band-aid was applied. The killer and co- 129 . “That’s good to know. “Try and take over the world. only that some of Royal’s shady contacts had been trying to kill her to put pressure on him – he’s dead and the FBI are tracking them down. Miami Beach. With the help of Abraham. doing my level best to beat him at this…playing … that I was not yet used to. He decided he liked it.” She whispered. *** APRIL’S FOREVER JOY: PUBLIC AND PRIVATE …Seven days later… Peter and I exited the gorgeous. “An old friend? Would that happen to be April? Or is it Abi?” He nodded.com SCRIBD2 Wesley moved away from her fingers.. Although she had offered to change his dressing.” He’d had stitches and she was changing his dressing. he kissed her.” She went very still. and a dear friend.” He looked up at the face of the woman whom he’d overlooked for a long time now – but no more.” He found himself held against a warm. Patrick.” Althea’s musical voice asked sweetly.the indomitable. “So.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. We’re not sure about all the details. and snuggled closer. fragrant.” He smiled. “I love her and I always will. “Mmmm. Fl 33119. Rosseberg. We’d done everything to execute our plans in the utmost secrecy… “So. We tried not to talk about what happened that night –we did what had to be done. he did not know why she felt she had to punctuate every sentence with a jab to his forehead.” We laughed into a sunshine that was filled with bliss.DeDieu@gmail. Brain?” He asked. “Same thing we do every night. Pulling her down on his lap. warm and sweet.
however the company is now undergoing a major shakeup – in personnel. and their gorgeous.” “Not just women” Peter says. “Men too – ever heard of Nikola Tesla? He was a Serbian -. invest in Fair Trade. I’ve half a billion dollars – I’ll just buy it back.” “Wall Street seems to be happy. and research natural medicine in places where sources could potentially disappear.com SCRIBD2 conspirators. Temper.DeDieu@gmail. Peter and I decided that the company would remain privately held. who was much older than Shia.Yugoslavia then -who first invented electricity bay harnessing the earths natural magnetic pulse – his invention was bought by one of the electrical companies and is hidden away somewhere. “Well after the recent one-day 500 point drop—they needed something to cheer about. Peter and I bought a house on Star Island. They too. I’d met some lovely neighbors. A lot of people are going to make money – and that’s good. “Women are an underused resource in many developing nations – they feed. “ Peter mused. Fl 33119. like the Amazon. We could have been living without a need for oil right now. If the oil barons put a price on my head – so be it. but he didn’t care. precocious daughter. Valda. whoever they were. were still at large. four days ago. I held another press conference. it’s time that they understand with every new technology comes new opportunities for wealth. while we had one of our “pillow meetings” in bed. After much discussion. We decided we would create a Capital Venture divison merged with Wesley’s to encourage young and old visionaries. Playboy called me. As much as I loved Peter. He was in love. MTV wanted a reality show along the lines of Kimora Lee Simmons or Denise Richards. I bought six. an gorgeous piece of property with 360 degree views of the ocean. our own private dock. My new appearance caused a sensation. People now had T-shirts with my image on it. clothe and shelter the family. But Miami Beach was my home now. had a toy poodle. Stephenara.Valda DeDieu * TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL TODAY* PO Box 190266. and upped the reward for Rosseberg’s capture and conviction was now twenty-five million dollars.” I told him. and are able to give us valuable advice in unheard-of and unimagined solutions available in their countries. It was seen around the world. There were more TEAM APRIL than TEAM ROSSEBERG. We had started trying to have those twins – I was determined to go through the experience of birth only once. enclosed courtyard and rooftop gardens where we could spend our days gazing at the Sunset. explore environmentally friendly alternative fuel choices and other products.” 130 . we simply need to make that wealth global. There was also a “I survived Rosseberg and all I got is this lousy T-shirt” that could be bought on the streets of New York outside my family’s old building. Miami Beach. policies. and Micro loans. particularly with Women in developing countries as well as invest in education and health care there. a woman should sacrifice only so much. but we were introducing several IPO’s and selling off a few divisions to make way for new investments in the direction that rode the wave of the future. Laird and Cliff Rogan. “Hell. practice and protocol.
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