NaNoWriMo Chapter 4

Paul went about his business and went in his bathroom and took a nice, hot shower. He thought about the woman who had just left his apartment, and he smiled to himself as he thought of how good she tasted to him. It had been some time since he had held a woman and let her excite him the way that she did.  After getting out of the shower, he dried off and went to the kitchen and poured himself a night cap and taking it with him; he walked over to his desk, to see what clients he had appointments with the next day. Ah yes, here was one that looked pretty easy. A little old lady named Sara. She was trying to make it so her kids could not come over to her house when she was a way and take what they wanted, while she was still alive.

Poor old lady, not even dead yet and here was the kids and grandkids trying to rip her off before her feet were in the grave. He mumbled to himself, that he didn’t know what was wrong with people today, but at least they kept food on his table. He finished his drink and burped out loud and then wandered into his bedroom, and flipped on the news to see who was killing who.

There was nothing really exciting and since the beauty had wore him out he decided to call it a night, and with the remote in his hand, he flipped the television off, and with darkness blanketing him, he fell off to sleep.

The next morning, he didn’t feel like cooking, so he got dressed and headed out to his car. He pulled up in front of the little restaurant that served the best looking waitresses and their cooking was pretty good too. He walked in and one of the waitresses flashed him her biggest smile, and nodded towards an empty table in her section. He smiled back and went to the table and sat down. She brought him over a steaming hot cup of coffee, and asked him what she get him this morning, and he told her she would do.

She slapped him on the shoulder in a flirty way and said that he knew she was married, what did he really want, and realizing he wasn’t going to get anywhere with her, he ordered a couple of scrambled eggs, with a steak on the side, and a couple of slices of toast. She nodded and took off towards the kitchen to deliver the ticket order. Paul looked around to see if there was anyone here that was worth talking to, and seeing no one, he walked over to the top of the trash can, and grabbed the morning paper and went back and sat at his table, flipping the pages for interesting news.

Soon his breakfast came, and also came a long tall gentleman, and when the plate was placed in front of him, and his coffee refilled, the guy sat down, without an invitation, and said, “Do you know a woman by the name of Slim?” Paul said, “What’s it to you? I don’t know you so get the hell out of my way!” The guy ignored his request and continued with his conversation. “I hear you been spending some time with my wife, Slim. I hear she wants to hire you for some job. What is it that she wants you to do?” Paul looked him straight in the eye and without blinking said, “Kill you.”

The guy sat there and said nothing for a moment, letting Paul attack his food before it got cold. Paul acted like there was no one sitting across from him and buried his head in his plate, and the guy then got his breath back, and said, “What did you tell her? Did you tell her you would do it?”

Paul looked at him and said,” Get the hell out of here, can’t you see I am busy? I didn’t come here to be bothered by the likes of you. I am not going to discuss whether I told her yes or no, because it is none of your darn business, you hear me?”

The guy stood up and said that Paul better watch his back. He knew of his type, big macho men who think they know it all. He continued with how he wasn’t afraid of him, so he better is watching out, and with that, Paul raised his hand and shooed him away, and went back to his breakfast.

After he cleaned his plate up, the waitress came back and asked if that man was bothering him, because if he was, she could tell her boss, and they could have that guy banned from this place. Paul told her, “No, it was just some pesky fly trying to make an ass out of himself by buzzing around. He had swatted him, and the guy was gone, but thanks doll, for trying to protect me.” With that, Paul got up

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NaNoWriMo, Chapter 3

Paul sat and thought about Slim when he hung up the phone from her. She was too

beautiful and could make him do things he was no wanting to do. Most of his clients were men who had routine jobs for him. Checking up on a cheating wife, or dealing with a thug that was trying to collect on a debt. He had never been approached for murder for a price.

He went over to his easy chair and flipped the television on, and surfed through the channels, not seeing anything that would hold his interest. He stood up and walked over to the kitchen rummaging through the refrigerator, and decided to fix himself some fried eggs.

While sitting at his table eating, his mind kept drifting back to the lady with the swinging hips. He also realized that he was bored, didn’t want to really do anything and he had to admit he was lonely. Why not call her and have her come over. They could sit down and discuss some more options. Surely, he could convince her there were other ways to handle her situation besides murder.

He tinkered with this idea, while gulping down the last of his eggs, and washing it down with some cold coffee. No, it wasn’t a good idea to call her, let it be, business only. Damn, this was driving him crazy, just call the dame and let’s get this over. He decided he was going to tell her he was not the man for her job, and to find someone else to do her dirty work.

He put his plate and fork in the sink and went over and dialed her number, and she picked it up on the second ring. He heard that silky voice that sent shivers down his spine. She asked if he had changed his mind and was going to give her his address so she could come over and talk.

He said yes, he was going to give her his address as he did not have that much going on today. He told her the directions and she said she would be there in less than half an hour. The two hung up and Paul walked into his bathroom and scratching his shadow, he decided he may as well be presentable; after all, she was trying to hire him.

He finished shaving and splashed some cologne on his face and went into his bedroom and slipped off his shirt and put a better one on. He put some socks on and then went back out to the living room to wait. He decided to make a fresh pot of coffee, so he went to the kitchen to start the coffee maker, when the doorbell rang.

He went to the door and opening it she blew in throwing her jacket off on his couch, and smoothly turning and throwing herself in his arms, knocking the two of them on to the couch, and then falling off on to the floor. She lying on top of him, flipping her hair out of her face, looking into his eyes, and he, so close to her, could smell her sensuality, he lost all of his senses, and he rolled her over with her lying on her back on the floor. And he yanked at her blouse she had on, popping all buttons, exposing the soft mounds hiding under the wire covering.  He slithered his hand up under her skirt, and with one hand tore her panties off of her, exposing warm flesh to him.

He scooted himself up to her hair and stretched it upward, forcing her neck to rise, and biting her neck, and kissing her ears, brought moans of joy from her lips. While kissing her his other hand was searching unknown territories under her skirt. Her body rose to his giving him permission to explore farther.

He removed his hand and brought it up to her one nipple and he gently squeezed it and then he rolled her over and unhooked her bra, forcing it to fall away from the fleshy mounds, showing perky nipples. His mouth found its way to the tips of them and he nibbled ever so softly on first one and then the other, cupping each one in his hand. She moaned deeper for him, and then he wiggled his body down and began to kiss her navel and eventually found his way down to the secret garden.

When she felt the touch of his lips, her body took over and it rose up and down to each of his touches. This turned him on so much, that his manhood could be felt firmly against her thighs. She started to scream, to take me, and take me now. Make love to me dammit, here and now!

He could not hold himself back anymore and so he went back and forced her mouth open  searching every dark spot inside of her mouth with tongue, and then lowering himself on top of her, he went from a slow and steady pace to becoming faster and harder, and slamming her into the floor deeper and deeper. The more she screamed, the more he thrust himself into her.  After several minutes they both exploded in sheer delight, and then he toppled off of her and lay on the floor beside her, and each one was breathing so heavily, it took a few moments for their breathing to calm down.

He stood up wrapping himself in a blanket from the couch and went and put his clothes back on, going to the kitchen table and lighting up a cigar. She eventually got up and asked him for a shirt of his so she could get dressed, laughing that she could not wear that blouse anymore with the buttons missing.

He pointed towards his bedroom and told her the closet was on the left, help herself to anything hanging on the right side of the closet. She disappeared into his room and soon came out with a long sleeve shirt on showing those sexy legs of hers. It almost made him want to throw her back down and have his way with her again, but he was too tired.

He continued to puff on his cigar, and she sat down at the table smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary. She was sure that with giving him the ultimate gift of her, he would be willing to now do whatever it was that she asked of him.

She came out with the words of have you thought over what I have asked you to do? Have you made a decision yet?  His response was not going to do it. She looked straight in his eyes and said,”What? You are not going to do as I ask?” He said,”Nope, it just isn’t in the cards for me babe.”

Her once baby soft eyes turned to daggers and she ran over to him and started slapping him where ever her hands could reach. He reached out and told her, “Back off kitty cat, put those claws away, you are not going to change my mind. I don’t care how much money you offer, I am not going to jail for anyone.”

With that, she went over to the couch and put her clothes back on, and grabbed her jacket and turning back to him, she flipped him off, and told him to go to hell, and with that she opened the door and slammed it so hard behind her the pictures on his wall shook.  He laughed to himself, as he said, you lose some, and you win some, and that was a nice win for me.

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NaNoWriMo 1

I thought I would give it a shot. Who knows whether I will be actually to pull it off or not, with

Pin up 1940’s (Photo credit: Intoxicating Artistry)

caring for Al. This is asking for 50,000 words in one month, but I will try.

Here is my first chapter:

It was an eerie night as Paul, the detective, left his office, and walked down the alley to his car. It was eleven at night, and the only movement to be seen was prostitutes on corners and wild cats wandering through the streets looking for their own action.

The chill was nipping at Paul, and as he pulled his over coat closer around his collar, a black cat jumped out in front of him, and scared the crap out of him. Damn cat, he thought to himself. Go stir up trouble in your own territory.

Reaching his car, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and was getting ready to slip them into the key hole, when he felt something hard slam him in the back. It forced him to flip around like a crazy animal and bring his knee up into the person’s groin, throwing his elbow into the neck of the person who was attacking him.

He yanked off the assailant’s hat and mask and to his amazement; he discovered it was a woman. He quickly looked her over and wondered why in the hell some woman was here attacking him, a man! He looked deep into her eyes and saw she was a drug addict and most likely she was hitting him up for a few dollars for another hit. He pulled out a twenty from his pants pocket and threw it at her, telling her to go on now, get the hell out of here.

He shook his head getting into his car. People, a bunch of crack heads. Why did they let their lives go to the dogs?  He started his car and took off out of his parking spot, and drove the fifteen minutes it took to reach his apartment.

He pulled in under the car port and glancing around and behind him, he got out, locked the car, and went in the main door to the elevator, and hit the number five button, taking him up to his pad. Once inside, he threw his coat and his hat on the couch and went to the refrigerator and grabbed himself a cold beer. He lit a cigar and sat down at his desk, kicking off his shoes.  Man that felt good, he always did hate wearing shoes. He wiggled his toes and then yanked his socks off. Now, that was better.

He inhaled on his cigar, blowing rings into the air, and looked at his watch. Midnight, wow, this day had flown by, and yet he felt like he hadn’t got crap done today. It just seemed like he was chasing down a bunch of clues getting no results.

He sat there for a while, just relaxing and going over in his mind the day’s activities. He discovered by the growl of his stomach that he was hungry. When was the last time he ate? He thought for a moment and realized he didn’t even take the time to stop and eat anything. He butted out his cigar and got up and walked over to the refrigerator, and took a long hard look, trying to see what he might be able to make quickly, but nothing jumped out at him, and this may be because the refrigerator had not been refilled in some time. He needed a woman. A woman would get him groceries and clean up this dump.

He hadn’t been able to find a good woman. All the women he came across just wanted him for one night stands, and he wanted better than this. His mama had always told him to marry a woman like her and he would be married for the rest of his life.

He shut the refrigerator door and walked over to the cupboards and looking in them, he found a can of soup and grabbed that and opened it and heated it up on the stove. He toasted some bread and this was his supper. After eating he went back to grab his cigar, put the daily newspaper under his elbow and headed off for the john to do some reading and relaxing.

He sat on the john for almost a half an hour reading his paper and doing his business, and when finished, he flushed the stool and took a good look at himself in the mirror while washing his hands. He said to himself, you are starting to show your looks old man. The wrinkles are starting to set in deep. He rubbed his hands over his beard, and thought, not tonight, tomorrow morning he would get up early and shower and shave.

He walked across the hall into his bedroom, stripped himself down to the briefs and crawled into bed. He arranged his pillow to his liking, rolled over on his side, and lights being put out, he was fast asleep.

The next morning came too quickly but the sun was shining in his eyes, where he had neglected to pull the blinds from the night before. Damn sun, why couldn’t you be cloudy today? He was not ready to get up, and he looked at his watch and it was only seven in the morning. This was bull he said to himself, I need a few more hours of sleep, but he knew that in reality, he had a meeting with a client in an hour, so he forced himself to get out of bed.

He walked out to the kitchen and started the coffee maker, and then went over to the living room and flipped on the morning news.  Next he went to the bathroom and started his shower, and shaved while the water was warming up. He liked his showers nice and steamy, just like his women, but he had to remember, nice women weren’t steamy, they had to be like his mama, in order to get married and stay married.

Shower done and dressed for his appointment, he went out and poured himself a cup of hot coffee, and went in to the living room and plopped himself down on the comfy chair to drink his coffee and watch the news.

His time was up and the news was over. He walked over and set his cup on the counter, and got his jacket, hat and keys and let himself out of the quietness of his home and into the streets. The sun was really bright this morning. The news said it was going to be a gorgeous fall day. Walking over to his car, he started swearing to himself.  All over his windshield was soap scribbling. Damn kids had come paid him a visit through the night and had soaped his car. If he found out who did it, he was going to tan their hides. Stupid kids, didn’t they have anything better to do with their time besides cause trouble?

He got inside his car and started it, using his window washers and had to do this several times before he could see well enough to start driving. He put it in drive and went a few blocks out of his way, and pulled into an automatic car wash business and got his car washed. He glanced down at his watch and saw that he still had time.

He was going to be meeting his client, a woman, at a small diner about three blocks south of here. He left the car wash and went on to meet his client, arriving on time. The client arrived, and he knew it was the right person, by the description of the car, but what he didn’t know, was that his client was a woman. She got out of her car after parking next to his, and as she walked in front of his car to meet him, he whistled to himself, wow, what a beautiful dame. She walked up to him, and introduced herself as Slim, a nick name that she had been given in high school, because of her slim figure. He introduced himself and then got out of the car and together they walked into the diner.

He asked her if she wanted coffee and she said of course, coffee was the starter for the day. The waitress brought two mugs of coffee and sat them down in front of them and asked if they wanted to order anything.  Slim spoke up first, giving her order of two eggs over easy and a slice of whole wheat toast.  Paul thought, what the hell, he would order too. He told the waitress to bring him a couple of scrambled eggs and a nice slab of ham. With the orders placed, the two began their conversation by giving a little background about each of them and then the food was brought, and for a while, no one spoke as they ate.

After breakfast was finished, and the waitress had taken away the dirty dishes, she came back with the pot of coffee and filled up both cups, and then they got down to business of why she had wanted to speak to him.

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