After reading for several hours, I decide to go for a walk. I go through my closet and choose a comfortable pair of jeans and a nice royal blue sweater that my dad bought for me last year as a present. Putting them on, I model in the mirror for myself and realize that something is missing.
Placing my sapphire heart earrings in, I once again model in front of the mirror. Perfect. Satisfied with my appearance, I shut my closet and pull on my light brown leather fashion boots that I have picked out for the day. I always cringe a little when I start to walk in them, because they make this percussive sound on the wood floors that echoes throughout the whole house.
Standing up, I walk to the door of the bedroom and open it, hesitating before shutting it behind me as I look inside for anything I forgot. I turn the corner of the hallway and walk to the door. Not seeing Brad, I march out the door before he decides to stop me.
Strolling around the grounds, I find myself approaching the stables and not knowing what to do with myself. Mable is dead, now I have to pick from one of the many in the stables to be my new riding companion. I look around, not finding one that immediately calls out to me.
Just before I give up and take a walk instead, Dean strolls out of the shadows and expresses his opinion, "I have seen you ride and based on that, I believe that Nelly here would be the best choice for you. She is calm and very sweet, but has energy when you want to run her." He takes my hand and leads me over to her stall.
Placing my hand on her mane, he has me stroke her gently. She does admittedly feel good under my palm and responds immediately to me. Nelly snorts and looks up at Dean as if she is asking for approval and when he nods, she leans into my hand. I glance up at him thoughtfully, and ask, "How did you do that? You know exactly what she is thinking."
Staring down at me, he answers, "I have always been good with animals, it just comes naturally to me. Somehow, I know what they want and need or are trying to say. I guess it is in their body language. Just like when I am with you, I can tell you want me to kiss you and touch you like this."
He raises his hand to cup my chin and force me to look directly into his sparkling eyes. Those hungry green eyes, filled with need and desire that only I can fulfill. He leans down and devours my mouth with his. His tongue forcing it's way in and punishing every corner of my mouth.
I feel his other hand latch on to my breast and massage it, then travel down underneath my sweater. His thumb slides up into my bra and flicks my nipple, before he bites my lower lip and tugs on it. Wanting him so bad, I start to moan and my body leans into him for mercy.
At this moment, if he took me right here right now, I wouldn't care what the consequences were. Just as long as he filled me and fulfilled my growing need for him. I hear something and think it's just the horse, until the older stable hand walks out from the back room.
He clears his throat and looks disapproving of the two of us, before he declares, "You two need to stop this, before Mr. Harrison finds you. We all know what will happen if he does." He shakes his head in disapproval and walks out of the stable.
As quickly as it started, we stop. Dean withdraws his hand from my sweater and steps back from me. He starts to say something, but I cut him off by saying something first, "He is right. If we are going to do this, we have to be more careful. It is obvious that we both want this, but this is neither the time nor the place for it. Tomorrow, Brad will be working and I have a secret place we can meet, so no one will ever know."
Dean looks at me hungrily, but I can tell that the spark is already cooling down for the moment. He answers briefly, "Alright, then where and when?"
"I have a secret garden on the west side of the property, just past the big fallen oak tree. If you look on the south side, there is a vine covered entrance. It isn't immediately obvious that it is a door, unless you know about it. Just make sure that no one sees you or follows you to it and let's say that we meet there at 10 a.m. alright? When Brad is at work, he never comes home for lunch, so he won't be anywhere on the grounds till after 6."
Cocking his head, he puts a hand on my side and rubs it. He says, "Sure." Then he leans down and gives me a sweet quick kiss on my forehead, before leaving.
Deciding to give Nelly a try, I climb on her after unlatching the stall and ride her around the valley.
After lunch, Marissa takes off and I find myself completely alone. I sit around for a while reading again, but then decide to be nosey and go through Brad's things in his bedroom. What could possibly go wrong? After all, he won't be home for hours if he shows up at all tonight. Pacing back and forth, I try to figure out if I should or not and finally just march up the stairs straight into his bedroom. Looking through his drawers, I find nothing and then turn to his desk. Right away, I have this bad feeling when I see a drawer half way open and inside a picture is bearly visible. Opening the drawer the rest of the way, I stand back and take in a deep breath before sighing. Shaking my head in disbelief, I approach the drawer and pick up the photo of Brad and an unknown woman in a compromising position. When I go to put it back, I notice a manilla envelope underneath and take it out to open it. 
While cleaning up my room before dinner, I sit down and secretly wish that Dean was here and we were making love. Looking out the window, I watch as the wind blows against the house, so I decide to go downstairs and make dinner. On the way to the kitchen, I catch a glimpse of Dean outside the front door and walk over, trying to see what is going on. Opening the door, I notice an older man who I have never seen before, standing by Dean and it seems like they are in a confrontation. Both of them turn to face me, before I ask, "What seems to be the problem here?" Dean speaks up first, saying matter of factly, "My parole officer doesn't believe that I am employed here and is trying to throw me back in prison. Is there any way you can verify my employment to him for me?" Looking at the older gentleman, I ask politely, "May I know who I am talking to?" He nods and answers, "I am Mr. Conway, Dean's parole officer. I was notified
Eating breakfast the next morning, I watch Marissa clean up the pans she used to make the eggs and hashbrowns. A pretty little thing, Marissa has expressed time and time before that she isn't. I have to show her that it's what she makes of it one of these days. Maybe even today. All I have to do is take her shopping, get a couple of outfits that flatter her body type and get her hair and makeup done at the salon. She will walk out feeling like a new woman and so much more appealing to everyone around her. I hope it gives her the self esteem she needs. Deciding while I sit there to call and set it up for today, I eat the rest of my breakfast and let her know I am finished. After running upstairs and bathing, I grab an outfit and set myself to work calling the necessary places. When I am done, I pat myself on the back and wait for the right time to go downstairs and collect her. While sitting on
After I take Marissa out and buy her a few new things, she feels so much better and smiles from ear to ear. It helps me get Brad off my mind for a little while and then when we get back I wait for him. In the middle of the afternoon, he finally gets home. Sitting on the couch watching T.V., I notice that when he strolls in, he acts like nothing has happened. Carrying in a few plastic bags from the grocery store and wearing a huge smile on his face, he looks really good I have to admit. I sit up and watch him. Standing up and yawning, I approach before he can reach his bedroom and stop him in his tracks. Staring into his eyes, I ask, "Brad, who was the woman you had in your room?" Cocking my head, while watching his smile disappear and his face scrunching up into an angry scowl, I wait for an answer. He lets go of the bags and grabs ahold of me, slamming me against the wall. One hand on my neck, the o
A few days later, I am walking around the grounds and see Dean talking to a young female that Brad must have just hired. Not immediately recognizing her, I walk over to introduce myself and to break up their party. They must hear me approach, because they both turn to face me and the girl smiles. Looking up at Dean, I notice that he doesn't however. Feeling a twinge of jealousy spreading throughout my being, I try to quickly dismiss it, but end up making a fool of myself. I ask, "So, Dean is this your new play thing?" He glances at me coldly and then stares off into space behind me. "No, Ma'am. This is my cousin Sam. She just moved here when I got out of jail and she needed a place to stay. When I told her I was working here, she expressed that she needed work and I asked Mr. Harrison if he could use any extra help. He told me to bring her in today and he instantly hired her as soon as he saw her."
Sitting down on Dean's couch, I wait patiently for Sam to make dinner while Dean takes a shower. I don't quite know what to do with myself until Dean walks out of the bathroom with a towel on, looking hot as hell. This is actually the first time I have seen his biceps and pecks that only peeked out of his shirts before. Looking like a god straight out of Olympus, he glances at me and winks. Motioning for me to come to him, I stand up quickly and practically run over to where he is standing. I look up and wait for him to say something. Demanding more than asking, "You want to see what I have under this towel for you?" He smirks and after checking to make sure Sam is still in the kitchen, he unwraps his towel. Staring at me proudly, he shows off his rock hard erection and then covers back up before anyone else sees him. Laughing, he runs his hand through his hair and asks, "So, do you want to be dessert?" Lickin
After relaxing in the bath this morning, I slather rose fragranced lotion on my skin to make it ultra soft. I have to do something to calm myself, because now Brad is treating me like a prisoner in my own home. Last night, I went to go ride Nelly and he demanded to know where I was going. Glaring at him, I answered, "None of your business. Since when am I a prisoner here? I shouldn't have to answer to you for my actions. Certainly not since you don't care about me at all, just how things look." At that, he walked out and didn't come back till this morning. Early around 7, I heard him slam the door shut and march to his room with heavy feet. Till now, I haven't dared to leave my room and as soon as I find an outfit to wear, I will go visit with Marissa in the kitchen. Brushing my hair, I work out all the snarles and then put my hair up in a braid before dressing. While I look around my closet, I wonder
I manage to escape the house without Brad noticing and run to the stable. Hoping that Dean is there, I look all over for him but don't see him anywhere. Strolling over to Nelly, I brush her down and rub her nose. When she snorts, I produce an apple from my pocket to give her. Before I am able to give it to her, I feel hands circling my hips and turning me around. Ready for a fight, I tighten my fists and put them up to hit Brad if necessary, but he isn't the one with a grip on me. Instead, I am face to face with Dean. Or I should say, face to chest. Tilting my chin up, I stare into his eyes as he leans down to kiss me. His grip on my waist tightening and raising me up, so I can wrap my legs around his. Once my legs are crossed behind his back, he lowers his hands to my butt and leans me up against the wall of the stall. Rubbing his nose on mine, he snickers and nods his head at Nelly.&nbs