It is a long boring road that doesn't have a turn in it every now and then.
This will be a multiple parts story. I am trying some thing different in this story. It may have hidden messages in it about things in life. It may or may not be BTB story.
All mistakes and errors are mine and mine alone, sorry you will have to deal with that. It is what it is amateur writing for my enjoyment and maybe yours.
All constructive and guiding comments will be welcomed and appreciated, flaming remarks may be removed.
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Chapter 1
When all this started I can't give a specific date, or may be even a year. We, Cynthia and I have been married twelve years. My name is Valiant, Valiant Volkov.
We were in the upper income of the economy. No, not millionaires. Not yet any way.
We have a nice home in a very nice neighbor hood. It is what society refers to has a McMansion.
Quiet place most of the time except when some partying goes on. I have been called on for being to loud sometimes, as well as some of our friends. I usually invite the accuser in, If that doesn't work I turn it down a notch or four.
The house is big and spacious, with five bedrooms and baths, den/entertainment room, game room, dining room, kitchen and etc. Four car garage, pool, and nice grilling out door dining area. Yes, maybe a millionaire's home.
We got it by luck really, it was foreclosed on and we got it for pennies on the dollar. I remember the looks we received when we pulled in the drive in our ten year old Lincoln. Two squealing rambunctious kids launching out of the car and a tired mom and dad.
Our employments Cynthia and I had were good and we could afford this. We just had to be careful for a year two and not be crazy.
She had her own business, a health club. and I did investment/business property consulting. I also did private residential investments, some call flipping houses. That's how I found this home.
We were moving on up.
Chapter 2
We had come in on a Friday evening and the movers arrived Saturday. The Welcome wagon group showed up Monday.
We were still putting boxes where we wanted them and unpacking. Problem was we didn't have enough, yet, to actually make the house like the home it should be.
There were about six ladies showed up to welcome us in the neighbor hood.
Sherry and Debbie I remembered right off. Two blonde blue eyed beauties.
Sherry was our age or younger and Deborah was mid to late forties.
Debbie had the motherly type body, kind of fleshy. Sherry was slimmer and more tight, a lot like Cynthia. Debbie was big breasted and I was guessing enhanced. Sherry was a nice size.
The red head behind these two was a plumper with a nice round ass and a lovely face. The other two, a brunette and a coal black haired woman were typically average.
The last two were older than Debbie with some graying showing. They weren't really granny looking but headed that way. One was really short in stature.
I would find out later on, Deborah and those two grannies were the shit disturbers.
They introduced themselves all smiling and chatting.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Valiant." I said.
Right then Cynthia and the kids showed up. I could feel her almost bristle up. Four of the ladies were looking me over like lionesses ready to pounce, Cynthia noticed.
I introduced Cynthia to the ladies and then invited them inside. I let the ladies be ladies.
They were chatting away when Gloria the redhead came wandering into the den where I was standing and surveying the room.
"The previous owners had a overly large theater setup in here. To much really, no room to play." Gloria said.
I was standing there with one arm across my chest, hand tucked under the other. I was cupping and rubbing my chin thinking when she spoke.
I jolted a little and snapped my eyes to her when she said that.
I noticed she looked me over like a cat on the hunt.
"You must workout quite a bit." She said.
What she said wasn't the problem, it was the finger she ran from my shoulder to my elbow.
My face reddened little.
I looked back to the kitchen and saw Cyn watching all this. Cyn cocked her head a little side ways.
Helen, the short lady, looked up at Cynthia then slid from the tall chair.
"I do when I can, most of the time it is on the job sites. That is where I get most of my work out." I said.
I smiled and chuckled.
Helen showed up standing next to Gloria. It almost looked like a female David and Goliath.
"Mr. Volkov.." She said.
She spoke with a slight hiss in her s' sounds and she made it sound Russian.
"Please, call me Val." I said.
"Val, I see you are contemplating on this room." Helen said.
"Yes I am, I'm not sure exactly what we want to do here." I said.
"I see, I may be able to help you, if you wish. In the mean time, come, Gloria you're missing some entertaining conversation. Besides, Mr. Volkov, looks busy." Helen said.
"Nah, I'm good Helen." Gloria said.
"Come." Helen said.
It was a rather commanding tone.
Gloria hadn't taken her eyes off of me when Helen took her hand. I saw Gloria wince and looked at Helen, then followed obediently.
It looked like Helen was leading a misbehaved child away holding it's hand.
I smiled and chuckled quietly. Cyn grinned also. Cynthia told me later that Helen punished her right there in the kitchen.
Chapter 3
Cynthia's health club started out with mainly yoga, Pilates, massage and some light free weight items. Also two jacuzzi tubs. It is a nice place and she has been expanding slowly.
She has included a few exercise machines, along with yoga and Pilates classes. That business was doing well for Cynthia
'Cyn's' 'Full Body and Mind Health Awareness'
I remember Cyn telling me Helen had come to the spa after we moved in to the new house. She told me Helen surprised her at what she was able to do at her age.
"That is one strong little dynamo. I had to work a little to keep up with her." Cynthia said.
I think it was a lot more than little, but Cynthia wouldn't admit to it.
According to Cynthia the other five ladies came in also. Gloria was one Cyn talked in to visiting more often, which I thought a little strange. The first day we moved in I figured they would be archenemies.
Gloria seemed to be coming a fixture there according to Cynthia.
The few times I got to stop in during the afternoons I noticed there was a nice group of men there also. Cyn told me about twenty percent of her clientele were men from all age groups. It had been a while since I visited the place.
So life progressed on and after about six months to a year we were being invited and inviting our neighborhood friends, to each others domiciles.
One day I was home a couple hours early and stopped off to visit Cyn at her health club. I noticed the place was crowded.
"Well, babe, is it always like this?" I asked.
"Yes, just recently, it started picking up. I thought it was because more people were becoming health conscious or word of mouth type thing." Cynthia said.
"And I feel there is more to what your telling me." I said.
She began giggling then almost laughing. The business had got off to a rocky start and I had put some money into it to help and more to keep it going.
"Did you even read the store front sign when you came in today. It seems there is a prankster some where. It happened about two weeks ago." Cynthia said.
"No"
"Oh, you should read it, darling, on your way out. Now are you staying to work out?" She said.
I told her sure, I have a couple of hours and I could use one of her delicious massages afterwards.
I was done with my work out and grabbed a shower and went to the massage room where Cynthia told me to go. I received my massage, but not from my wife.
It seems Helen was teaching Gloria how to be a masseuse. When they finished I left, checking out the store front.
I had a good chuckle at that. ... 'CynFul' 'Body and Health Awareness'.
Chapter 4
We had been in the house for about a year. Things were going really well for us.
Cynthia's health club was doing well enough she was looking to expand and to add some more equipment and floor space.
I was moving upwards in the property investment consulting business and doing more residential property investments.
We had been to a few neighborhood parties and we were friends with most all of them. The parties we attended could get outlandish at times.
Cynthia and I made it a point to ask the ratings after one episode. It started with some people getting intoxicated and risque behavior.
We would ask if it is rated G, PG, R, or X. That brought chuckles from the hosts but they understood. Our children were hold enough to notice and understand certain behaviors.
Cynthia and I had went to a couple PG and R rated parties. I didn't believe there were any X rated, but, if there were we didn't get invited.
We were invited to a PG pool party one evening. Things were lively and fun, the music was loud but not outrageously. You could still carry on a conversation.
The ladies all seemed to be letting their hair down with drinks and dancing, in the pool or out of the pool.
There was this one man, a black man and his wife. I understood he was a player on a NFL team, they had moved in about six months ago.
Justin Jackson, or JJ, he was an okay type of person, as long as the conversation didn't get too intellectually deep. It was like he steered away from that kind of conversation.
Stick with the mundane and slapstick he was alright. He lived for football. JJ could be loud and obnoxious, almost to the point of arrogance. He also thought he was a lady's man, but he was very like-able.
Jasmine his wife had her hands full trying to keep him in check at times. You could tell they were from different backgrounds.
He was quick to pull pranks, like sneaking up behind his adorable wife or other women in the pool. She might be talking to a couple or some women.
He would very sneakily untie her or others bikini straps and slip away, if they wore one. She wouldn't notice until it was too late. That would bring some laughs, but not from her, which brought more chuckles.
I once saw him try that on Cynthia and called her over to me. He looked at me with a grin, I smiled and shook my head.
Chapter 5
We hosted another PG pool party. JJ and Jazz were there also, I began to call her Jazz because she liked the blues and jazz music.
