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.