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More of "The Mystery"
This picks up right after my last post...So you might have to go back and read...I am doing this to break up such a long read.
As instructed I waited for her call, which came an hour later. It was just past nine then. She told me where the house was and that I only bring a pen and notebook. I wasn’t to bring anything else but those two items. “And no camera,” she was adamant about that and I could hear it in her voice.
I knocked on the apartment door half an hour later. I stood there, with my heart racing I almost turned around. What am I doing here? This is crazy Greg, you could be at home watching the game. Just turn around and go back. Just as I started to turn around, the door opened.
“You must be Mr. Connor?” the beautiful woman asked in a soft voice.
“Yes,” I was glad I didn’t leave then. She looked like an angel. “And you must be?” I couldn’t remember if she told me her name or not.
“Anna,” she extended her right hand. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you sir.”
Anna was a very attractive woman with long dark hair, almost down to the small of her back. She looked to be in her early thirties, maybe a bit younger but I couldn’t tell. “Would you like something to drink?” she asked as we entered the kitchen.
“I’m fine,” even though my mouth was parched.
Anna was dressed in a dark green nightgown, and wearing matching slippers. “You will have to forgive my dress,” she blushed. “I have only been up a few hours.”
“Do you work the night shift?” I held my pen in one hand and pad in the other.
“You could say that,” she opened the refrigerator door, pulled out a bottled water and sat back down. She raised the bottle to her lips and drank gracefully.
I waited for her to stop drinking long enough to ask her a few questions. I placed both pad and pen on the kitchen table, put my hands on the table and waited. “How long have you lived here?”
“Almost three years,” Anna placed the water down to the table. “And what about yourself?”
“I’ve lived in town all my life.”
Anna reached out and touched my hand. They were soft and warm, I nearly pulled away when she grabbed hold of it. Somehow though I didn’t want to pull away, because it felt so natural. “The reason why I asked you here tonight is that I want someone to write my book.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that, because I had never written anything in my life. “Why me?”
“I’ve been watching you for quite some time Mr. Conner, and frankly I think you are what I’ve been looking for in a man.”
My heart started pumping harder, and I could feel the blood rush throughout my entire body. It was a feeling of excitement as we made eye contact. There was something about her angelic blue eyes. It was almost as if I were in some kind of trance state.
“Are you listening to me Mr. Connor?” Anna asked as I looked deep into her eyes.
“What?” I was brought back to reality.
“Can you do this for me?” she asked in a pleasant tone.
“I suppose so,” I reached out for the notepad. “What is it you want me to write about?”
Anna rose gracefully from the chair, and entered the small living room. I walked in just behind her. It was nicely decorated, with several expensive pieces of artwork displayed throughout. She was sitting on the couch, gown slightly pulled to reveal her thigh. “Do you think I’m pretty?”
“I think you are a very beautiful woman but I know nothing about you.”
“That is why I want you to write my story.”
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I'm just finishing up the last little bit...
