They say every cloud has a silver lining and in the case of Brad Phillips, it was his sexy neighbor Raquel Johnson. Nicked-name "The Black Widow Divorcee" and "Preying Mantis," among other things, Raquel was a vibrant sexy 44 year beauty. Standing 5'4" tall, weighing 127 pounds measuring 34C-24-34, Raquel was a knock out with the beauty and looks of a woman in her late 20's
Among one of Raquel's more striking features was her dark chestnut brown hair that came down to her collar and curled under on the sides, sort of reminisces of the 1920's "Flapper girl" style. Other features of Raquel's exquisite beauty were her striking jade green eyes that would captivate a man's soul and hold it hostage, as they did mine.
Raquel's well curved toned taut body, long luscious well toned dancer's legs and her ruby red lips rounded out the visible features of her charming beauty. There were some features only known behind closed doors such as her soft, silky, nicely shaved, oh so perfectly pink pussy that would grip your cock and milk it for all it was worth and the way her luscious legs would wrap around you when you were making love to her and pull you in close to her sweet tender soft womanly frame.
Raquel also had personal qualities that weren't readily apparent until you took the time to look past the " trashy, slutty" exterior and get to know the real her. Sure, Raquel was a party girl who loved to drink, get drunk, smoke and party, and in the bedroom she was a nasty little filthy trashy whore, but she also had a kinder gentler side and qualities that would rival the most noble of ladies of the old world nobility.
Once she counted you among her friends, she was a loyal friend for life. To her business acquaintances, she was above board in how she dealt with them. She was honest, forthright and had a keen sense of integrity when dealing in business matters and when it came to business, she was a true believer in karma in that "what comes around goes around."
If you were lucky enough to get into her "inner circle" which only a handful of people ever did outside her immediate family, she was even more protective of you and would "walk through the fires of hell" to defend and protect you.
Brad was one of those lucky few who made it in to Raquel's "inner circle" and she would prove to be his port in the storm when his family sold the very house he lived in from under him, leaving him having to find his own place to live and not being able to have a home to come to. In short they threw him out, disowned him and cut him off from all family ties both personally and financially The father did this more so than the mother but since the father was an "overbearing, domineering ogre" and the mother was "weak," she was forced to go along with it, even though she didn't like it.
The major trouble began in the summer about four years ago but Raquel would have earned her "reputation" in the neighborhood about 10 years before that.
Raquel had earned the reputation of a "tramp" to put it nicely. She was considered a gold digger who married men only for their money then would cheat on them with guys younger than her. She was considered a "cradle robber" by most.
Not only had Raquel been married she had been married 3 times, twice which ended in divorce and her getting everything the guy had, and one time she married some old rich guy who wanted a trophy wife and ended up getting a inheritance worth over 22 million which included a spacious 3125 square foot two story red brick Tudor style home.
The home was a 5 bedroom 4 bath home with a grand entrance way, fully functional restaurant style kitchen and had an office and a study. It also had hardwood floors through out except for the kitchen and bathrooms which had ceramic tile.
Raquel also inherited his business which was an infamous publishing company known as "Eden Publishers" Eden Publishers was known for publishing "adult entertainment" and she inherited it but had some one to manage it for her so she could live the "good life" and not have to work This is why she had earned her reputation.
Anyhow, back to the time when Raquel first become's Brad's port in the storm.
As stated above, the trouble began in the summer when Brad was home for a weekend from college. Brad was attending summer school per his father's orders so he could finish his degree in Engineering and Computer Science in 4 years.
The trouble began during the summer before his last year. The time was shortly before sunset on a Saturday night and the place was outside in the yard It was overcast and a little windy and there was a threat for storms to move in over the next few hours.
This however is no ordinary Saturday night. It is the Saturday of Father's Day weekend and Brad had come home to go to a special father's day service at the Local Methodist Church. Brad had wanted to talk to his father about his future and college.
Brad's father was hoping he would go to work for his engineering firm and earn his masters or and a MBA. Brad, on the other hand had other ideas which meant changing careers. He wanted to switch from engineering and computer science to graphics design mainly, computer generated graphics design. It was similar to what was called "CAD-CAM" in the 1970's and 80's.
Mainly Brad wanted to work with architects or design for the motion picture industry. He also wanted to do webpage design and he knew there was great potential for success and to make lots of money.
Brad's father was totally against and "poo-pooed" the idea saying it was "a fool's folly" and said as long as he was paying for college Brad would stick with his major.
Brad had since grown tired of always being trodden under foot by his dad and never taken seriously and always having his dad put him down not only at home but publicly as well in front of strangers and his friends, so he stood up for himself. He said he was an adult, 22 years old, and he could make his own decisions.
That resulted in a huge loud argument outside in the yard in front of all the neighbors one of which was Raquel who watched the whole thing unfold and go down.
Brad's father said "Very well if that's the way you want it then you on your own and cut him off financially and from the family as well. Brad picked up his luggage he had brought home for the weekend and stormed off in his late 1990's 2-door black Chevy pickup with matching black camper shell his uncle had given him for high school graduation.
Brad took off into the night going who knows where. Raquel took off after him in her red convertible mustang and followed him making sure to stay far enough behind so he wouldn't notice her following him.
She did this because she cared for Brad and wanted to make sure he would be okay and didn't do anything foolish. She liked Brad, mainly because he was one of the only ones who was nice to her never judged her and always spoke to her on a regular basis, much to the chagrin of the neighbors and Brad's parents.
Raquel followed Brad for about an hour and finally he finally drove back towards the direction of the university, and just before he hit the interstate from the two lane road he had been driving on, he stopped at "Rolly's Truck Stop" located next to the local budget hotel known to most as the "no-tell motel."
Brad went into to the truck stop walked into the restaurant, had a seat in a booth and ordered a coffee. He was nursing it when Raquel came in. She searched and finally saw him and came up to him and asked to sit down.
"May I sit down sweetie," Raquel said in a sweet loving voice."
"Sure, why not, it's a free country." Brad replied in a sullen tone.
Brad immediately apologized by saying "I'm sorry, please forgive me. I am a little pissed off right now. Please, you are welcome to sit down if you want"
Raquel paid it no mind. She knew Brad was steamed with anger and over looked it. She sat down and gave him time to cool off.
Raquel was dressed quite provocatively as usual. She had on a white tank top that came down to her midriff with a plunging u-shaped neckline that gave everyone with eyes a ample view of her succulent cleavage. She was also not wearing a bra and her shirt was thin so you couldn't help see her breast and nipples through her shirt.
Raquel was also wearing pair of tight light blue denim shorts that barely covered her ass and showed off every curve. Lastly she was wearing a pair of white slip on tennis shoes which had been stained green and brown from working in the yard.
When Raquel entered the restaurant, every head turned and all the male truck drivers and bikers sized her up but when they saw her sit down with Brad, a few shook their heads as to say "what a shame," since they figured Brad could never appreciate a woman like that.
Brad wasn't butt βugly or anything. On the contrary, he was quite a handsome 22 year old college guy, standing 6 feet tall weighing 190 pounds muscular shoulders and chest, average build and brownish blonde hair cut short and steel grey eyes. To the rugged truckers and bikers though, Brad appeared that he was just one of those who looked like a "nice guy" and seemed out of place in an establishment like Rolly's.
Raquel paid the truckers and bikers no mind and just sit down across from Brad waiting for the right moment It took about a minute or two but Brad finally looked up and said "Hey" in an half sullen, half friendly tone.