As Surreal, I always wear my thick hair down with massive big curls streaked with blue and black hair paint and laced with gold.It's very dramatic, very fly!
I wear a belly dancer veil and full mardi gras mask to conceal my face and protect my identity.But tonight, I will wear my hair up in a simple French twist.I dig around the dresser for my invisible clip.Starting at the nape of my neck, I form the simple knot, then tuck the ends in and secure it.When I look in the mirror, it hangs softly.Now, to pull out a few small, long strands around the nape and … wha la, an air of elegance while remaining cool and sexy.
Now the only problem is a handbag.A heavy strap will interfere with my cleavage, but I am not going off with TD without protection.I wonder if I brought my black leather Gucci.It has an extra-long, thin strap, I can lay along the heavy braid and keep my cleavage open, or it can double as a clutch.I find it packed in one of the emergency suitcases.
When I open it, I discover $3000 in a money clip from the last time I carried it.Now for my mini clutch, which contains my driver's license and a couple of credit cards.I drop it in and check the time on my phone.
It's 9:00.Perfect timing.
I sit on the bed and reach under my pillow.Last but not least, I pull out my Ruger LCR, check the bullets in the chamber, make sure it is secure and drop it in.
Brutus would be so proud of me for remembering.
Walking into the kitchen, I lay the purse down on the counter and take my phone.I walk to the balcony to watch for TD.
I quickly text Cat.
Tell Brutus I want him on the flight coming to pick me up.I miss the big ole boy.
Now to wait for TD, get some good karma for doing this, and move forward with my pursuit of happiness and the Golden God.I feel the vibration of a text.
He is already on the flight manifest.:)
I smile as I step to the railing and drink in the evening air.The Raptor hasn't moved.I wonder if Moore is having friends over for dinner.He had enough food for several people.Maybe I will pretend to be locked out tonight and knock on his door when I come back.
At exactly 9:15, I see TD's car enter the lot.I close the French doors and lock up.
"Showtime!"
Grabbing my purse, I stuff my phone in it, lock the door behind me and drop in the key.Walking down the hallway to the elevator, I strut with all the sass I feel.All dressed up again.
Boobs bouncing.
Ass beating.
I focus on 9G and try to will Moore to come out.
I want to see you, but I really want you to see me.
At the elevator, I push the down button.The movement makes me realize the gun is just a little too heavy to carry the clutch in my hand.The elevator dings and the doors slide open.Entering, I pull the strap free from the purse, then lift it up and over my head and shoulder as I move to the back corner.
Rolling my shoulder around, I test it.The weight of the gun makes it hang nice.That's good.
I'm about to take a step to push the L button when the doors start to slide closed on their own.
A golden hand slides in, stopping their progress.
My heart skips a couple of beats, then races to my throat, choking off my air.The butterflies circle, making everything tingle.
Instantly, I'm turned on.
His hand holds the door.
I study it while they stop and reverse their path.His skin isn't hard, but it's not soft like TD's.His nails are not manicured but clean and neatly cut.His fingers are strong and nimble.
That's a working man's hand.A real man's hand.
As the doors slide open, I offer up thanks."Sweet Zeus, Father of the Fucking Gods, you rock."
