Much to Aaron's ire, Dwight cancelled his early morning appointment and spent the morning in bed with Minerva. Aaron paced through the house fighting his growing rage, finally unable to control his rage a glass flew off of the counter and crashed against the wall shattering into a hundred pieces. It felt good to release some of his anger so he shattered another glass to angry to care if Minerva saw him or not.
Minerva woke up with a start when the first glass shattered. She looked over at Dwight who was still sleeping and then freezing in place when she heard the second glass shatter. What in the hell was going on down there? She wondered as she put on a house robe. The second glass woke Dwight up and he stopped her before she made it to the door.
"Wait here." he whispered as he slipped on his jeans.
"But..."
"Wait here!" he repeated as he put on his shirt.
Minerva reluctantly agreed and grabbed her cell phone punching in 911. Her finger was poised over the send button as Dwight crept down the stairs.
It seemed like an eternity before he came back up the steps.
"A couple of glasses are shattered but nothing else." he said.
"How?" Minerva asked. "We were both in bed."
"I don't know but I checked out the rest of the house. The windows and doors are all locked and there's nothing obviously missing. You might want to check your purse and call the police if anything is missing." he advised.
Minerva followed Dwight down the stairs taking stock of the broken glass on the floor. She didn't understand how it could have happened; she didn't think that there were earthquakes in this part of the country. Dwight watched as she looked through her purse.
"Everything is here." Minerva said perplexed as she looked at Dwight who was as confused as she was.
Aaron stood watching, his anger cooled but not gone. He listened to them talking about the possible explanations for the broken glass semi relieved when the word 'ghost' hadn't come up. He had to keep himself under control if he had any hope of figuring out how to be able to touch Minerva. He would just have to accept the fact that Dwight was in the picture for now, or did he?
Minerva offered to make breakfast but Dwight declined.
"I've got to get home, I have an afternoon appointment that I really can't miss as much as I'd like to. Can I see you tonight?" Dwight asked.
"Say no." Aaron willed to her, "fucking say no!" he hissed forgetting that not more than a few minutes ago he was going to accept the fact that Dwight was in the picture.
To his relief, Minerva said no, he didn't know why nor did he care.
"It's just as well anyway, I have some things to do to get ready for a showing but it you change your mind, call me." Dwight said.
After Dwight left Minerva wondered why she said no when she wanted to say yes. She liked Dwight and he was good in bed. She almost called him back but didn't when she remembered that he had things to do and so did she for that matter. She wanted to take another walk in the woods for one, she still wanted to find Aaron's grave and she still had laundry to finish.
Aaron followed her as she went back up the stairs to gather the rest of her laundry; it looked like she would be spending the morning in.
"Good" he murmured as Minerva put the laundry by the bedroom door and headed to the shower another thing which pleased him. He wanted her to scrub the stink of Dwight off of her and to replace it with the scent of vanilla, his favorite scent for her.
Aaron sat on the toilet seat and watched as Minerva showered and wondered if he could get in with her. It was worth a try he thought as he stood and stripped. He closed his eyes and opened them to find himself standing behind her with a full view of her ass that glistened as the water ran over it.
Aaron moaned as he imagined his cock between her ass cheeks, he could almost feel himself sliding back and forth between her ass cheeks as he reached around and played with her nipples. He was tormenting himself and he knew it but he couldn't stop himself. He reached out and willed his hand to become more substantial than the mist that it was and to his shock and pleasure it obeyed but only for a second but it was there.
Minerva turned around fully expecting someone to be there, laughed at herself and muttered something about ghosts. Aaron was beginning to wonder if Minerva could sense him; this wasn't the first time that she turned in his direction expecting to see someone. It was definitely food for thought.
As Minerva dressed for the day she thought about the house and Aaron. It was sad that he died the way that he did but at least he hadn't been alone. That got her to thinking about the slaves who stayed with Aaron and her husband, were they buried here too or did they move away? She wondered if the small house in the back of the property had been theirs. On her way to the woods she planned to stop in at the small house, it was the one place other than the cellar of the main house that she hadn't thoroughly checked out.
She looked at the calendar and hoped that the rest of her things would arrive soon, she was tired of recycling the same clothes and she missed her dress clothes and sexy night gowns. That thought led to thoughts of Dwight, he had loved her thong underwear and if he liked those, she had a few other things that he would like as well.
Just as she was about to head out, the truck delivering the rest of her things pulled up.
"Thank God!" Minerva breathed. She had already planned to store her things in one of the empty bedrooms so that they would be out of the way. The first things that she would unpack would be her clothes and her shoes, the rest could wait.
When Aaron first saw the man get out of the truck jealousy rose until he realized that the man was delivering something. He watched as the man carried in several boxes and took them into what would have been the girl's room. He also didn't like the way the man was looking at Minerva, if she noticed she didn't give any indication of it. He became concerned when the man asked Minerva if she lived alone.
Minerva knew that the man was watching her but ignored it; he got her attention when he asked her if she lived alone.
"No, I have a housemate, he's out but he'll be back soon." Minerva said.
"Too bad, you're a beautiful woman." the man said as he carried another box in.
Minerva didn't respond but moved away from the door.
"Any of these need to go to your room?" the man asked.
"No but thanks." Minerva replied.
When the man went out for another box, Minerva dialed 911 ready to push send if the man became aggressive. When the last box was finally unloaded, Minerva tipped the man and signed the papers anxious to have him out of the house. When he was gone, she went around the house making sure that all of the windows were locked; the man had given her the willies.
She glanced at the clock; it was getting too late to go into the woods. She had no desire to get lost out there in the dark, the daytime had been bad enough but it wasn't too late to go to the little house.
Aaron followed her outside and for a moment thought that she was headed for the woods. When he saw her head for the back door of the cabin he breathed easier. He acknowledged the confederate soldier keeping guard at the safety line with a nod. When Minerva was inside the cabin, he went to the guard.
"How are things?" he asked.
"Fine sir, I've been spreading the word about your woman and most are going to leave her be." the soldier replied.
"Most?" Aaron asked.
"Yes sir, there are a few who are saying that you can't tell them what to do and they want your woman." the soldier replied.
"Who are they?" Aaron asked his voice tinged with anger.
"There's that Norton fella, I think he's the leader and there's Colonel Wilcox. There's a few more but those two are the main ones."
"They are aware that I could exile them from these grounds?" Aaron asked.
"Yes sir but they don't believe that you can do it." The soldier replied.
"Thank you Corporal." Aaron said with a salute.
Tonight after Minerva went to bed, he was going to be making a visit to the woods, it looked as though he was going to have to prove that he could and would do what he threatened.
Minerva was already walking back to the house by the time Aaron finished talking to the soldier. When she was indoors, Aaron walked into the woods looking for Oliver. He found him thirty minutes later sitting by a tree looking out toward the deepest parts of the woods.
"Oliver." Aaron said.
Oliver jumped and then stood to face Aaron.
