Getting ‘this’ started

A voice drones on dulling the senses: Previously on ‘This’ Pleasant View. Phase 3 was set to begin as rules were spoken of and tossed out of the window. An outline of what is ahead was briefly touched upon and the girls began their lives away from the intrusive cameras and interfering director… or did they?


“Babe, you’re trembling.” Darren holds her tighter. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m just…” She looks up at him with tears of joy sparkling in her eyes. “I’m so happy.”
“Well if this is you happy, I don’t ever want to see you sad.” He kisses her tears away making his way to her lips tasting the salt as their tongues meet with urgency and need. He pulls away regretably. “Dang baby, you’re gonna send me away limping again if you don’t stop kissing me like that.”
She laughs. “I’m not sending you away ever again. Stay with me.”
“Stay? Here? Babe, that’s not going to work out, you have too many women here and not enough beds-”
Toots puts her finger across his lips cutting off his words. She bites her lip then bites his. “The women are gone. It’s just you and me…” She runs her tongue along his bottom lip. “No more twin beds, no more leaving dissatisfied and wanting.”
“Tempting as that is, I still can’t stay. I have a son. I have a responsibility to him. I’m the only family he has left. I can’t-”
Once again Toots cuts off his objections and excuses. This time with her lips on his. She reaches for him, reminding him how good a woman’s touch can be. He moans deeply pulling her closer.


Toots pulls away breathlessly and slips something on his finger. He stares at it wordlessly, blinking in confusion. His body is still in the heat of passion and once again Toots switches gears. His desires cloud his mind as he attempts to focus on his hand. “What?”
“I’m serious, Darren. I want you to stay… forever. Not just the night, every night.” She takes his hands in hers. “Marry me, Darren. Stay with me and I will love you like no woman has ever loved you.”
Darren stares at his hand stunned. “You… you bought me a ring.”
“Yes. I want to show you how committed I am to our relationship, to you, to us.” Toots searches his face. “I… I thought you love me.”
“I do love you.” He continues to stare at the ring. “It has nothing to do with that… We’ve been on our own, just me and Dirk, since…” He bites off the words, ‘my wife died’ leaving the rest of his sentence hanging between them.
Toots tugs at his hands finally getting his attention on her. “She’s gone, Darren. You’re still here… among the living with a woman that adores you and wants to spend the rest of her days by your side. Don’t let that go because of a memory of a woman that can’t hold you, touch you, love you… she’s a memory. I’m real. I’m right here and I am not letting you go.” Toots steps back a step slowly removing her clothing until she stands bared body and soul before him. “I won’t fight a ghost for the man I love… you will be mine.”
Editor’s note: Toots wasn’t feeling well after proposing and felt the need to sit down… *snickers*


“Christina…” Christina gasps and spins around. Her face lights up at the sight of him, dropping just as quickly at the hard looking in his eyes.
“Mitch…” Christina stumbles over her words. “I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you. Magic made me leave, she drugged me or something because I was knocked out and taken away from the house and then I woke up and I was here and I have no idea-”
Mitch’s deep voice cuts through her ramblings. “Christina.” Christina holds her tongue. Her eyes are wide. Without realizing it, she’s holding her breath waiting for him to speak again. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Christina lets out her breath in a sigh of relief. “You are?”
“Of course I am. This is where you belong. Here. With me.” His look has yet to soften even though his tone and words have.
Christina glances at the house behind her. “Here?”
“This is my house…” He peers at her. “If you didn’t know it was my house, why did you continue to stay here?”
Christina shrugs. “I don’t know really. I mean, I’m not familiar with this town and I’ve always been told if you’re lost stay put someone will find you and I figured who ever lives here will be home and maybe I could borrow their phone to call you and you’d come get me and-”


Mitch chuckles and pulls her in to his arms. “You’re adorable when you’re lost.”
Christina melts in his embrace. “Only I’m not lost any more.”
“Nope. You are exactly where you belong.” He kisses her nose. “Which makes you more than adorable, you’re irresistible.”
“Oh.” Christina wrinkles her nose. “You’ve been at a fire.”
“It’s the down side of this job, unfortunately. After work, I reek of fire and sweat.” Mitch’s arms continue to hold her close. His eyes are intense as they search hers.
“I think it’s sexy.” Christina bites her lip.


Mitch literally sweeps her off her feet. “Then let’s get you inside. We can’t waste this opportunity.”
Christina giggles and wraps her arms around him. “Take me, you brute. I’m yours.”
“Damn right you are.” Mitch chuckles as she pulls his helmet from his head and plops it on her own. The helmet is too large and flops down in her face. “You’re a mess.”
“Am not.” Her voice is muffled within the helmet. She feels him moving, presumably towards the house. The door opens with little sound and closes with a soft click.
“Welcome home.”


“Hi, I’m Alon.” The boy grins at her. He swallows hard as he looks in to her soft brown eyes that sparkle when she smiles. “I’m yours… your boy… oh uh, I deliver the newspaper. I will be yours, if you want… the paper!”
Heather takes the offered hand and shakes it firmly with a slight nod of her head. “I’m pleased to meet you, Alon. My name is Heather.” She glances at her hand that he still held and tried to stifle a giggle. He’s such a cute boy. He should have a cute girlfriend his age, not some woman old enough to be… his aunt. She tilts her head for a brief moment. Actually she is probably only five years older than him. Maybe in a few years… She pulls her hand free. His voice is rather deep for someone so young. She swallows hard, reining in her thoughts. “How much?”
“How much?” Alon stares at her blankly before shaking his head. “Oh! The… paper, right. Twenty-five simoleans a month or thirteen a month for Sunday delivery only.”
“I like it every day.”
“Wow…” Alon’s eyes widen. “I… uh, okay. I can bill you monthly. I come personally to collect. There are a few forms? Or well just the one.”
“Let me get my wallet.” Heather ducks in the apartment quickly closing the door behind her. She leans on it closing her eyes. What has gotten in to her? She has been away from men much too long. This is no man! This is a boy… a sweet boy with red hair and gray eyes and… Heather closes her eyes and sighs. She hisses at the empty hallway. “I need a man… preferably one my age; legal and not jail-bait!”


“Here you go. I hope it’s okay to tip you? I’m not familiar with the protocol on these things.” Heather hands him a small stack of simoleans, practically thrusting them at him and pulling her hand away quickly.
“Wow, thanks!” He doesn’t bother counting it. He stuffs the bills in his front pocket. “For your receipt I will need your full name or the man of the house, if you prefer?”
“I live alone.” He glances up at her with a hopeful grin and lowers his head quickly to the receipt book. “Heather… Heather Sergeant.”
“Well, Heather… Heather Sergeant.” He smiles at her. “I have a few more deliveries before school. Don’t want to flunk out my last year. I refuse to go to summer school before I can go to the university. Oh and uh, thanks again for the tip. It is definitely appreciated. I’m saving up for college.” He shrugs self consciously. “See you tomorrow.”
Alon practically runs down the steps two at a time leaving Heather at her doorstep. She waves her fingers in a feeble farewell, finding herself suddenly breathless, “Bye?”


“Improvise the woman says, improvise the woman gets.” Cyd pulls her closer to him. She slides along his thighs and gasps in delight.
“Oh!” She feels his body responding and whimpers. “I love how your mind works.”
“Yes, but do you love me?” His hands roam her body. She shivers with delight.
“Yes.” Her lips seek his, he denies her. He isn’t done questioning her.
“Enough to be mine?” He rakes his fingers down her thigh leaving red marks. She gasps and nods quickly.
“Yes, yes!” Again she tries to kiss him, again she is denied.
“Do you love me enough to be mine alone, body and soul?” His hands return to exploring her body, preparing her for what’s to come.
Ruyb moans deeply, “Yes, yes, yes…” At last her lips find his in a deep passionate kiss full of insatiable hunger.


He lays her back on the couch, his weight on hers, positioned to take her. Once more he stares at her. His eyes search her face. She whimpers and pouts writhing beneath him. “Cyd?”
“Tell me. You know what I want to hear. Make me believe you, Ruyb.”
She smiles up at him. Her finger nails raking down his back. “I, Ruyb Babii, of soundish mind and body, do love you, Cyd Roseland from this day until you tire of me. I will love you and only you, forsaking all others to take pleasure from your body and yours alone.” Her hands grip his ass, her legs wrap around him, lifting her body to his eagerly. “Take me, claim me… I’m yours.”
“I love you, Ruyb.” He kisses her deeply and claims her… for now, for later, until she screws up and breaks his heart. He closes his eyes tightly against the truth refusing to admit that day will come.


The lonely scrape of metal against porcelain echoes through her. She stares at the salad and moves it around a bit more. Bored… maybe that man is outside again. She looks out her window and sighs in disappointment. She sits once more with her salad and the quiet that is her home.


Magic blinks. Magic raises her head. Magic looks around and finally at her front window. A woman boldly watches her. Magic quirks an eyebrow. The woman remains. A knock on her door. Magic frowns. Who the devil? Magic peers at the woman. She walks across her small home and sets her salad down on the counter before opening the door.


“Afternoon, I’m from your neighborhood watching group. Just wanted to welcome you and introduce our organization so you won’t be too startled when you see us around.”
Magic takes the hand offered. “Oh, is there a lot of crime in the area?”
“Crime?” She laughs and shakes her head. “Oh you misunderstand… we aren’t for crime prevention… we’re voyeurs.”
Magic pulls her hand back and peers at the woman. That explains why she was looking through my window. “Is that right?”
She smiles knowingly. “Yes, Don suggested we introduce ourselves. He believes you may fit in rather nicely…”
Magic scoffs indignantly. “What? And who is this ‘Don’ person so I can ‘thank’ him properly?”
She steps closer, her eyes sparkle with mischief. “The man you watched fuck on his rooftop…”


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