Chapter One
I was writhing in pain as blood flowed down my forehead in into my eyes. My husband of ten years standing above me in yet another drunken rage of fury. Darkness was soon to overtake me, as it had many times before. But, before darkness takes me to oblivion, a thud lands beside me and a flowing gown sweeps past my vision...but only for an instant, then blackness.
Weeks earlier...
A large moving truck pulled up in front of the vacant three-story Victorian across the street accompanied by a sky blue vin-tage 1965 T-Bird convertible, which parked in the shrub-lined dri-veway. Out popped the most stunning redhead I've ever seen. She was shapely and petite, standing about 5'6", I would guess her to weigh about 130 pounds and have a 36D-24-36 figure.
I'm 5'4', about 115 pounds with shoulder length blonde hair and hazel eyes. I'm still fairly in good shape.
Going into the kitchen, I pull out a Tupperware covered serving tray and set it on the counter. Opening the fridge, I look inside and begin to gather some cold cuts and cubed cheese. I then arrange then neatly on the try then I cover it, put the remainder of the food back in the fridge.
As I headed towards the door, I catch a glimpse of myself and sigh. My hair was a mess and my clothes were badly wrin-kled. I rush to slip the food tray back in the fridge to keep it cool before rushing upstairs to make myself a little more presentable to my new neighbor.
I stripped as I entered the bathroom and got the shower ready. Stepping in, I lathered up and washed over by body and gentle over the recent bruises on my abdomen and upper thighs. David had been abusive towards me over the past few years, drinking and frustration over work and not having a child has tak-en it's toll...mostly on me.
By the time I had finished showering, getting out my favorite sundress, panties and bra, the movers had finished and left. So, I hurry into the kitchen and get out the meat and cheese tray I had put together earlier, I slipped on my sandals and walked across the street.
Nervously, I reached for the doorbell and pressed it. I shifted from one foot to the other like a schoolgirl on a first date as I waited.
"Come in," an angelic voice called from the other side of the door. "It's open."
With a shaky hand, I turned the knob and eased the door open slowly, peeking around it to see where my new neighbor was. Stepping in the entryway, I heard a sound to my right in the living room and got the sight of my life.
There, bending over reaching into a large box was the most heavenly sight I'd ever seen. Long well tanned legs spilled out of the shortest Levy cutoffs I'd ever seen. In the light I could just see my new neighbor's bare pussy lips, fringe of thread dangling down a little bit, almost like whitish-blue pubic hair. I let my eyes flow higher still, awing at her cute bubble butt as it wiggled from side to side. Above that was the small of her back which sported a lengthy tattoo across the tan skin.
I must have been so lost in her beauty that I didn't notice her rise up out of the box and turn to face me. I let my eyes wander upwards, taking in her halter-covered breasts, which were almost visible, the halter just a couple of sizes too small.
"Is that for me?" she asked with the hint of a giggle in her voice.
I looked down at my hands as if seeing the tray of meat and cheese for the first time. Blushing profusely, I raised the tray up to her like an offering to the Gods.
"Why, thank you...uh..." She started, pausing for my name.
"Desiree..." I whispered softly, almost afraid the mere sound of my voice would make her vanish into thin air.
"Desiree," she said with a broad smile and a sparkle in her eyes. "My name is Grace. Care to join me for some coffee and this wonderful tray you've brought me?"
Catching my breath, which I just noticed that I had been holding while admiring the view, I nodded dumbly. Grace strolled almost seductively towards me and took the tray from my trem-bling hands, lightly brushing them with hers as she smiled. A clear sparkle twinkled in her light green eyes.
