It had been almost a year since Derin had come back from the excavation in the Congo of Africa and he was feeling fairly nostalgic. He decided to rummage through the boxes of things that he had brought back from his adventure to fill the void. The first thing he pulled out of the box was a hand drawn picture of a woman that he had met while there. She was hired by the same man to find what he was looking for. Derin and the woman had decided to work together instead of competing against one another with a guaranteed shared reward sounding much better than competing for all or nothing.
Emily was her name and he grew very fond of her through their adventure. She was brave and tough, but caring and thoughtful, which was not a common combination in his line of work. He found her quite beautiful as well, with her shoulder length dark brown hair and athletic petite body.
He smiled and moved on to the next item in the box. A statuette of a well endowed man that Derin had found while searching in a run down temple. The statuette didn't look too impressive, but it did represent the first and only time that he and Emily had made love.
They were together in the temple when he had found the statuette. He was excited for the find and Emily was as equally excited for him. He felt an urge to reach out, grab her by the back of the neck and press his open lips to hers, damn the cost.
The bold move had payed off and the two had made love right then and their. They never really talked about it again afterwards, but neither could state that they regretted the act. It was something that they had both wanted to do for some time.
Derin decided to keep the statuette out of the box and place it on his mantle for a constant reminder of his amazing time.
Strangely he felt more confident while looking at it. As if he and the little figure knew what he was capable of.
He stepped away from the statuette, put the box back up and walked away.
That night Derin answered a call at his door. He opened the door to see Joyce, his neighbor, standing there with a frown on her face. She was always angry about something. Never at him, but she did enjoy coming over to his house and venting. Mostly about her asinine boyfriend.
"Gotta minute to chat," she asked. Derin moved aside to let her in.
Her long light brown hair was put up in a bun and her breasts pushed her netted blouse to the limit to where he could see her pink bra from underneath. She wore short blue jean shorts that made her perky ass look outstanding as she stomped angrily into his house.
"What's wrong," he asked as though he didn't know.
"Bucky," she shouted. Bucky was her boyfriend, who seemed to nitpick Joyce about everything that she did. He wasn't abusive physically, but he was definitely borderline abusive verbally. Derin couldn't blame her for being upset as much as she was.
An hour later Derin found himself setting on the opposite end of the couch that Joyce was setting on and still listening to her complain about Bucky. She took a break from ranting and happen to look up to his fireplace mantle. Her eyes locked onto something.
