"That was Jus Glaser you were,--- you were dallying with!"
"So?"
"Jus Glaser just got out of Fernais Correctional Institution!"
"How would an ever-clueless child like you know that, Aurielle?"
"Just because I'm five years younger than you doesn't mean I'm unaware of things, or stupid! I'm sixteen!"
Vesper was putting tortoiseshell combs in each side of her hair to hold the silky strands from her face. "Like I said, you're a child, an annoying bratty child."
"And, you're a slut!"
Her slap to my face was instantaneous. She went through the tiny door and stomped down the stairs. Bastion hurried ahead of her, his immaculate tabby striped tail straight up. I could swear I saw Vesper's bare feet striking sparks as she walked. I blinked, then rubbed my eyes as I followed her down. Yeah, there were definitely tiny orange sparks at the edges of her feet and a glow of orange around her legs up to her calves. Vesper was a kinetic witch. When she was sad it drizzled, ---often. Talk about something that was annoying. But, I wanted to continue the trend of talk about the luscious Jus Glaser. "He was in prison for grand theft auto and assault, you know..."
"I know! I know!", Vesper growled.
"Still, he's so hot...," I went on just to get her to talk.
Vesper stopped on the winding stairs; I slammed into her back. "Oh, you think so, younger sister?"
I stuck out my lower lip. "Yeah, I think so. I,---I guess..."
Vesper folded her arms over her full breasts, frowning. "You guess..."
"He's got a lot of Chippewa. That thick black hair. His skin reminds me of the imported syrup Kiki Dupont orders to make her toffee frappes at Le Dona's."
Vesper grinned. "You know I really, really like those in the morning,---in the afternoon, at night..."
"You're addicted to them because you add brandy. Are you becoming addicted to Jus too? He's dangerous!"
"None of your business what I'm addicted to!"
I shrugged. "I suppose not. I'm just a little curious. That's all. It's not like we don't have plenty to ogle right here at the house."
I looked down through one of the many windows in the walls. What I saw was not an unusual sight. I'd seen it quite a few times, but I never, ever tired of it. I was looking down at our gardener and chauffeur James taking a shower, using the outdoor shower that was directly under the window. Of course, the shower was enclosed on all four sides by red cedar boards, but not at the top. I could see the round silver metal shower head pouring constant hard streams of water on his pale blond head. As I watched he lifted his arms and massaged the shampoo into his hair, stepping momentarily out of the cascading water. The perfect wet muscles of his broad shoulders and his curving biceps gleamed as he worked up a thick lather. Then, he stepped backwards, put his head back into the water to rinse, his throat enticingly arched, his eyes closed, a blissful expression on his handsome face, as he smoothed his palms over his wet hair.
Vesper was leaning over me to get a really good eyeful. "Hmmm... I like him best when he gets out of the shower and he's drying off in the stall, such much better view... Just makes me want to take a ride to town in the Eldorado for a little shopping, so James can carry the packages." She sighed. "I'll ask him, in a bit, after he's dressed." She smiled like a pussycat. "You want to come along, Aurie?"
She liked to call me "Aurie" when she was feeling affectionate. I could tell from that that her little angry snit was over. "Sure," I said. ~Copyright 2024, by Antoinette Beard.
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