Finally the second chapter I apologize for how long it took...
Again I am self editing and apologize for my inadequacy in grammatical composition.
I hope you enjoy this addition to my love story.
The Seduction and Theft of Mrs. Hopkins
Chapter II
Part Six
Peter Hopkins pulled his black Porsche into his driveway, the garage door automatically opening as he approached. He was angry, Corrine had not turned any of the exterior lights on, he had constantly told her to turn on the lights so when he arrived home the yard and house would be illuminated. It had not accrued to him that she might not be home, after all it was almost 3:30 am, the only place she could be was home, except she wasn't. Peter had not bothered to listen to or read the voicemail or text message his wife had left him about her sleepover with Gabriella. It finally dawned on him after he climbed from his car, the garage door slowly closing behind him, that his wife had left messages for him. Finding his phone thrown in on the passenger's seat, he read the text message from Corrine. "Not feeling well I'm staying at Gabriella's."
"That bitch," he shouted out loud. He could not believe the two of them are together. Fussing with his phone he got it to reveal the voice message Corrine had left several hours earlier. "Hi darling, I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to stay at Gabby's house. I will see you in the morning. Gabby is going to give me a ride home. Bye."
"I can't fucking believe, the "nobody calls me Gabby" bitch, has gotten into my wife's panties, the sluts. Fuck'em this is going to cost both of them, GOD DAMIT," screaming to nobody, in particular. He was pissed, getting madder by the second as he entered his home. Suddenly a thought enters his head, I will not go into the house. Corrine will not know I was home, she will have to think I spent the night somewhere else, with somebody else. Carefully leaving the house, which is a little difficult because of the many bourbons he's consumed this evening, he gets back into his car, opens the garage door and backs out. He is still pissed and decides he is going to go find out where the bitches are. Speeding out of his neighborhood, he swerved onto route 138 heading back towards the city, just missing an on coming car, then a tree on his side of the road. Looking into his rear view mirror he sees that the car he almost hit is safe and heading down the road. What he doesn't see is the red and blue lights of a local police cruiser. Peter Hopkins will not be home when his wife arrives later in the day, just like he wished, but he will not be spending the night where he had hoped.
Part Seven
Gabriella Nevin watched her alarm clock click to 4:41a.m. and her alarm began to go off. She had been waking up at this ungodly hour for almost her entire adult life, nine minutes of snooze and it would be 4:50, nine more minutes of snooze and she is still up before 5AM. However she never pressed snooze and almost always is awake before the alarm. Working out was always on the agenda first thing. This mornings workout will begin at half past five. Her Saturday karate instruction, was with Hayami Sensei, a tough Japanese woman, who just loves to beat the shit out of Gabriella without actually hurting her. Gabriella was up and out of bed before the clock struck 4:42, and into the bathroom for her wake up business. She would be waiting dressed in her judogi with her black belt, for her teacher who will never be late, or early for that matter, at precisely 5:30 AM, she would arrive. Gabriella would never be late either, that indiscretion could cost her dearly.
This particular Saturday morning there was a guest staying on the second floor, Gabriella had thought of her the moment her eyes opened, she did not expect Corrine to be awake, but she would have to check on her shortly. After her morning bathroom business, coffee was the most important, then guest duty.
Dressed for her karate work out, and coffee well on it's way to brewing perfection, Gabriella made her way to the second floor guest room Corrine was sleeping in. She was in the girls room, Gabriella referred to the room on the left as the girls room because it was decorated like what she had always wanted, but only ever imagined while growing up. Slowly opening the bedroom door, and crossing to the bed, she found Corrine still sound asleep in much the same position she was when Gabriella had kissed her good night, several hours earlier. Gabriella could not help herself, once more staring at the sleeping woman, the ambient light just highlighting the calm look on Corrine's face. Thoughts and fantasies invaded Gabriella's mind, just like the evening before, as she studied her sleeping guest. Gabriella figured Corrine would remain like this for several more hours, then waking to the enviable hangover from hell. Gabriella bend down and kissed Corrine's forehead, turning she headed out of the room and into the hands of her karate instructor.
Part eight
Daylight was just beginning to illuminate the room, Corrine's eyes fluttered as she begins to wake up, her mind still not conscious, her thoughts still a bit scrambled, but her body was telling her she had business to attend to. It took her several seconds to comprehend exactly where she was, even less time time to realize the effects of her over indulgence last night, the sunlight beaming into her eyes as she opened them. She snapped them shut and allowed a rather loud moan to escape her lips. Today was not going to be a good day, but thoughts of last night still brought a smile to her face. She had to get up, her body was not going to wait much longer, opening her eyes once more, she had a choice of three doors, she could not remember which one was the bathroom door. Her feet on the floor, her headache fighting her every step of the way, her first choice was a rather large some what empty walk-in closet. Her second choice was an entry door into the hallway. As she opened the third door a little more of last night came back to her, she had gotten quite sick. As she plopped down, she thought certainly not one of her finest moments. Her head was spinning again, the possibility of getting sick was once more a likelihood, she tried her best to control the nausea. Business finished she headed back into the bedroom, the digital bedside clock revealed the time to be just past seven. Next to the clock was an empty glass, well empty almost, inside the glass was a Alka Seltzer packet, a silent thanks was muttered to Gabriella as Corrine snatched up the glass and it's contents and headed back into the bathroom for a bit of water. Plop, plop fizz fizz, and the concoction was ready to be consumed, and was. Looking into the mirror Corrine was not the least bit happy to see the pale face looking back at her. She stumbled pack into the bedroom and back into bed, hoping the medication would help to alleviate the hangover, and it may have, but she would not notice, as she once again fell back into a deep slumber.
Gabriella continued to check in on her guest, her body always in just about the same position, apparently she doesn't move much while she sleeps. The sunlight now illuminating her face, Gabriella thought she recognized a slight smile, as she stared down at Corrine. Each visit ended with a soft kiss and a silent thought.
Saturday almost always was a work day for Gabriella, after all she was a dedicated workaholic, normally she would be in the office well before 9 AM, whether in DC, Boston or Miami. This morning obviously she could not go in, but that did not interfere with her work ethnic. Her laptop open on the dining room table since just before 8 o'clock she was reviewing the case she was required to participate in on Monday morning in Boston. It was not a big case, she was representing a small confectionery company, Cathcart Industries made bite size chocolate candies. They were being sued by a former customer, the insurance company wanted to settle, but the owner did not want to. Gabriella had seen many cases with much more evidence get thrown out, she was not sure why this case had survived all the way to court. It should make for an interesting Monday morning, and Gabriella wanted to be at her best, she always wanted to be at her best, it was one of the things that made her, well her.
After having figured out what Monday morning might bring, she fetched herself another cup of coffee, and let her mind wonder to this evenings festivities. Starring out the back window over looking the driveway to all the garages in the townhome complex, her mind drifted. Gabriella had belonged to a group of woman for several years now, actually almost ten years. She was one of the founding members, they were dominate women with women subs, and they meant four times a year to celebrate and have fun with each other and their pets. Over the years the group had grown to 27 dominate women and their subs, some woman had more then one sub, while others would bring none. Tonight's party would be taking place in a large rented house in DC, a neighborhood referred to as embassy row. Gabriella would be the hostess for tonights affair. In charge of arranging and preparing the evening for her many guest, her thoughts, as she gazed out across the parking lot, included what was she forgetting. She had employed an event planner to take care of most things, still she had a nagging feeling that she had forgotten something. She enjoyed being with like minded woman, it was fun to associate with other women who enjoyed being sexually dominate, and some who loved to be subordinate. Gabriella's date for the evening was a voluptuous young woman. Nikki, she was a graduate student with a vivid sexual imagination and a deep desire to please her mistress. This would be the third time Nikki would accompany Gabriella to the celebration, something no other woman had accomplished. Gabriella often changed partners, never having been in a real relationship, or even a lasting fling. Some how Nikki just seemed to fit, she had a life of her own, knowing just when to show up or disappear for that matter, and that fit Gabriella's life style just about perfectly. Plus she was extremely sexy, and cute as a button.
Corrine's, eyes once more opened, the sunlight was very prevalent completely flooding the room, a moan was again issued. Her head hurt, her tummy was churning. God! What had she done to herself? She knew why, last night she was having fun and would do it again, but, maybe not anytime soon. She sat up on the edge of the bed, and looked around taking in the room she had spent the night in. It was marvelously feminine, little girlish for sure. The bed had a lacy white canopy, and pink wooden head and foot boards. The walls were painted a very pale pink, the trim around the room, was a shiny bright white color. The curtains matched the bed canopy, as did the duvet cover and bed skirt. There was a large dressing table with an oval mirror, neatly stored on the top, a collection of necessary makeup with brushes, sponges and other tools for proper application. Also a low dresser and tall bureau, with a rectangle mirror above. All the furniture in the room was painted pink. Stacked on the window seat, below the big window looking out onto the driveway, were pillows that obviously had been on the bed before Corrine had occupied it. Peeking out around the stack of pillows were stuffed animals residence of the window seat, or maybe the bed. Pictures that would fit into a girls room adorn the walls. Corrine loved the room's atmosphere, it was the room she always wanted growing up, she wondered if Gabriella had a younger sibling, or relative. A tear began to form in her eye, soon to be followed by more, it was such a sweet room, she felt extremely content to have spent the night here. So why the tears?
"Gabriella," the call just about caused her to drop her coffee mug, she was just not used to other people being in her home. Recovering from the momentary fright, she headed up the stairs. Opening the door to the girl's room she found Corrine sitting on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face.
Standing up as Gabriella entered, Corrine rushed towards her host, "Gabby, I'm so very sorry," Corrine sobbed through the tears. Her arms wrapping around Gabriella's waist while Gabriella's encircling Corrine's shoulders they held each other, while Corrine continued to sob.
Calmly and quietly Gabriella spoke, "Corrine, what's so wrong, please calm down sweetheart, there's no need for you to be sorry about anything." Her hands softly holding and caressing Corrine's back, her mind and thoughts so full of emotion, she feels so very inadequate to be comforting Corrine. "What's wrong Corrine?"
