The Sun's rays moved through the tall pine trees. They cast weird patterns on the ground and on the large house sitting in a clearing carved out of the forest. The house was in the middle of a planned community that seemed out of place being mid-century modern. The houses were full of straight lines and flat roofs.
In his formal study Bradley Bean was dosing at his computer. He woke suddenly and realized that the code would not write itself. He scrolled to the top of the document and started to read out-loud. It was just a load of gobbledy gook computer code, but he understood what the code did. His company was revising its main application a project that he started four months ago. The application was going to have a top to bottom revision including a new user interface or UI as they say in the trade. The UI team spent weeks redesigning the look and feel of the application. Now he and his team had the responsibility of making the thing work. Brad hoped that it would extend the life of the application. He was in contact with other members of his team via video conference, the last one was this morning.
He finished reviewing the three pages that he had written and sat back to contemplate where the program would go. The more he read the code, the more he was dissatisfied with it. It was making sense, but he thought that there was a better way. The multi-colored lines of code merged into a mess in front of him.
"I am tired of writing crap," he said out-loud.
In the background he heard tapping more like rapping on his patio door. He got up to investigate. He had cameras on the front to alert him when packages and visitors arrived, but none in the back. The noise became louder as he moved toward the great room where the patio door was located. None of the lots in the development had fences so anyone or thing can get in the back. He thought it was a bird trying to get in, but he was surprised to find a tall late twenties early thirties woman standing next to the door. The woman had below shoulder length blond hair tied in a tight ponytail and breasts that would stop an eighteen-wheeler.
"Who might you be and when can we make love," said Brad, as he slid the door open
The woman was momentarily taken aback by Brad's opening statement.
"What no preliminaries, no asking me in? Just jump in bed, I kind of like your style," said the woman.
Preliminaries are for weaklings that can't get to first base. If we must go through the social rituals. I am Bradley Bean, BB to Friends," said Brad.
Brad stood out of the way and allowed the woman to enter. Before she could get farther into the room Brad embraced and kissed the woman. He didn't get slapped, so he thought that was a good sign. He then directed her to one of the couches.
"You have an interesting way of greeting people you don't know. Do you kiss everyone or just women who you think are beautiful? By the way Mr. Bean, I am Jane Françoise St. Jeremy, it is a pleasure to know you."
"Anyone is liable to get a kiss, beautiful women beautiful men anyone. Are you a seed of the St. Jeremy milling family?"
"I sit on the board of the family's company."
St Jeremy milling was a large food conglomerate. Starting humbly as a flour mill several generations have expanded the portfolio to include a whole range of grocery and drug products. You can hardly buy anything at the grocery store without St Jeremy having its fingers in it.
"Oh, good so I can romance you and get you to finance my next business," said Brad
"You don't believe in subtlety, do you Mr. Bean."
"I am actually nicer than I portray. But today I am in a weird mood and it looks like I am striking out. Ms. St Jeremy, please accept my apology."
"Do not call me by my last name and we will be friends. Jane came from my father's sister and my mother is French which is where the Françoise came from. When my parents addressed me, they used Jane Françoise When I heard Jane Françoise St. Jeremy, I knew I was in trouble. What about you are you the seed of some grand American family?"
"Not as grand as you but I come from decent American stock. Great Grandfather owned a chain of hardware stores and our family has grown it to a large chain of home improvement stores. Though I am not in that business it is still in the family. You need a nut or a bolt I can hook you up," said Brad.
"Hook up has another connotation that we might explore. But I just moved in next door and decided to go walking this morning. What business are you or your family into if not the hardware business?" said Jane.
"Several friends from college and I formed a computer software company. Big Bear developed a product that helps businesses control inventory and sales. We are in the middle of revising the application and adding a mobile module. It is easier to work from home and communicate via video when needed," replied Brad.
"Like I said I decided to take a walk and see if I could meet some of my new neighbors. I didn't know I would be contemplating sex with a strange man.
"Well, if you take your shirt off, I can see if we will be having sex later today," said Brad.
"I see that you are back in the "take no prisoners mode." I kind of like that. I am like that way also. It is nice to meet someone who is direct and to the point. Are you this direct with all the women you meet?" said Jane.
"The woman who lives in the house to the east of me is not someone I wish to fuck, nor be around a lot. But she has tried several times."
"Particular about the women who you plow Mr. Bean?"
"Yes, I am, and I am proud of it. I have had a range of girlfriends but sadly not any now. They all said something about growing up. Do you think I need to grow up, Jane?"
"I think we need to fuck first, then I will determine if you need to grow up," said Jane.
"That is an interesting thought," said Brad.
"Hold on to your cock mister, I have a few more questions. I don't give it away," said Jane.
The pair continued for another hour. The conversation explored each other's pedigree, among other things. Brad got up and suggested refreshments. Jane said that she would accept a dry martini. Brad mixed the drink and handed it to Jane in a cut crystal cocktail glass.
"Well, you pass my second test you can make a decent martini, and serve it in the right glass, Mr. Bean," said Jane after she sampled the drink.
"What was the first test?" asked Brad.
"You kiss well, I am particular about how I am kissed," said Jane.
"Does that earn me the right to make love to you?" asked Brad.
"More direct and to the point. No, I think that you will have to wait a little longer. Like I said I don't give it away to anyone. But if you must know, I am aching to have my tits sucked," said Jane.
Brad took a sip of his drink and contemplated her last statement. He was growing interested in his crotch. He desperately wanted to see what her polo shirt was covering up. Jane rose and finished her drink.
"I have to meet the cable guy for my internet install, shall we continue this tomorrow? Will you be around, or will you be terrorizing the women of the neighborhood?"
"No, I don't get out much. Which is why I didn't know you moved in, that house has been on the market for almost a half a year. I'm sorry that you are leaving. I can tell you that I am a better fuck than the cable guy," said Brad.
Jane left the same way she came in. Brad threw himself on the couch and masturbated fantasizing about fucking Jane Françoise St. Jeremy. He vowed If she came again, she would not leave un-fucked. Brad cleaned himself up after his session and moved back to his computer. He had to finish writing the code for the operation he was working on. Other members of the team were waiting on it.
It was six o'clock when Brad hit the save command and sent the code out to the team. He put his computer to sleep and decided to masturbate again. Ms. St. Jeremy was a woman easy to contemplate. He rocked his world and spent time cleaning himself. He silently thought that he still had it. Sitting at his computer he logged on to Business talk and Linked-in and ran a search for "Jane Françoise St. Jeremy."
The results came back quickly, and he read her profile on one of the websites. Director on the board of St. Jeremy milling, like she said. But she was also president of St. Jeremy's drinks divisions that included alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages. BA and MBA from a prestigious university and a master of wine from a famous wine institute. "So, it wasn't nepotism she had the skills," Brad thought.
On another site there was an article about a nasty divorce. Her ex was a man who also held a high position at St. Jeremy, there were rumors of financial improprieties. She and the man split, after a year and the company paid a significant sum to make him go away. Jane was listed on a local newspaper's ten best dressed list and was on the boards of several charities.
Brad moved to the kitchen and filled a large pot with water, and let it heat to a boil. He pulled some pasta and when the water was rolling, he dropped the stalks in the pot. It was at this time that Brad heard the tapping and knuckle rapping on the patio door again. It got louder as he approached.
"Would you like to buy some scout cookies?" said Jane as he opened the door.
"I read you were on the scout national board of directors," answered Brad.
Jane was standing before him in what could be described as a t-shirt that ended mid-thigh. He couldn't see any other clothing other than a pair of white canvas "Top-Sider" loafers.
"You didn't give me an answer about buying cookies," said Jane.
"No but I can offer you some pasta and red sauce? I just started cooking dinner," said Brad.
