Capturing Chris

Well, I know you’ve been waiting on me to tease you all again for a while now. A funny thing happened.  Ok, its not really funny. It sort of made me cry. After my last conversation with the muse, I typed up about a thousand words.  This was going to be one steamy  lil something something.  And then it happened. My laptop had a complete meltdown. It was an epic combination of ghosts in the machine and user errors.  Things just malfunctioned. I highlighted the text on a note pad and instead of copying them , I cut them.  Then when I finally recovered them the system crashed. It took hours to get it restarted, and wouldn’t you know it those thousand words plus 15k of another storey WHERE GONE, (despite the fact that I’d been copying everything into an email , I had yet to hit SEND) .  I feel in to a funk. A complete depression.  No lie. I was already sick and this…was just the germ that laughed in the face of all modern medicine. I cried. I puked. I prayed. I begged and finally, I gave up and went to bed.

Since then I’ve made some epic decisions about where I’m going as a writer.  What I want to do in the future.   And today I’m feeling a lot better and a little more confident in my choices.  So I give you… Chris….well ok we all know I’m not giving you “CHRIS” but you know this completely random and unedited manifestation of MineMuse… or at least the beginning of it.

Catching Chris......

Agnes wiped the sweat from her brow as she tried desperately to think of something other than the heat.  For at least the fifteenth time in ten minutes, she cursed her own stupidity. How could she have left the lights on in her car when she'd parked it at the train station?  How could she have forgotten to charge her cell phone that morning during the entire 8 hours she'd been at work? Why hadn't she taken advantage or the "casual holiday" and worn trainers instead of these office appropriate pointed toe kitten heels that while beyond admirable in the air-conditioned space of her desk, were going to leave serious blisters from where her feet were sliding around in the twin patent leather swamps.

"In the trash.  As soon as I get home, these shoes are going in the trash"

Agnes would have wrinkled her nose at the thought of how horrible those shoes were going to smell, and what a shame that would be after the small fortune she'd spent on their red tipped leopard print cuteness, but she just happened to walk up on an entire tree laying across the side walk. 

In all honesty Agnes knew it wasn't a whole tree, but a significant portion of a tree.

Taking a moment Agnes weighed her options.  She was only two houses from home, climbing over the tree in her skinny jeans and kitten heels was obviously the quickest shortest route home, However after hiking three miles from the train in the sweltering heat and humidity, there was no way she was going to lift her "lush" (Agnes really was starting to like the word lush as descriptor for her more than generous curves) thighs over that tree.

That meant she had to go around.  If she headed toward the street she'd actually have to navigate past several houses with unruly dogs before crossing back over to her own house. No way in hell she was going to avoid kicking Mr.Pinkerston  or his damn mini pin if either of them bothered her today. She wasn't in the mood.

That left the final choice. go around the end of the large branch that still seemed to somehow be connected to the tree. That would put her in the position to need to step over the low decorative fence and then she'd have to circle the tree to the side gate hidden by the overgrown bushes delineating the property lines.  That Gate would lead her right into Chris' back yard.  

Chris.... Tall, pale, lean, handsome Chris.   Agnes' heart and breathing both speed up.  She hadn't seen Chris since well the last time she'd SEEN HIM.  Standing naked, bathed in moonlight in his back yard. 

He hadn’t been doing anything...well walking those beast he called dogs, but he'd been completely, gloriously naked.

And she'd been entranced. So much so that she had no clue how long she'd been staring down at him, categorizing every inch of his creamy skin and heavy sex.  Had no clue what alerted her to the fact that he was staring right back at her. A small half smile hitching the left side of his mouth.

Taking another deep breath Agnes squared her shoulders, decision made. A glance at her watch bolstered her confidence.  Chris would still be away for at least another hour, no danger of running into him or the dogs if she took the short cut through his back yard to hers.

No sooner than she stepped through the boxwood bushes to push open the tall gate did she regret her choice. Well she would have, if she hadn't been knocked out cold.