The full moon shines above the Atlanta skyline accenting the bustling nightlife on the streets below with a luminous glow. A calm breeze ushers us in the direction we needed to go; Rhonda and I race effortlessly through the city traffic headed to James Coldburn's penthouse in my Lamborghini Diablo. My mind is wandering more now than ever before. Both Walter Stonehenge and Jason James Coldburn are dead. And, I guess you could say I got the girl in the end. But, with Walter Stonehenge's twisted experimentation in human genetic DNA alteration coupled with the cloning research he stole from me, I am not the same person I should be. I'm questioning how I am gonna be able to start over, picking up the pieces to my life I can't remember.
"We're here." I announce parking my car in the penthouse parking garage, rushing to open Rhonda's door; escorting her to the penthouse suit.
Rhonda is silent the whole way to the penthouse suit, wrapping her arms around me for security. Once inside the penthouse, Rhonda and I go separate ways. It seems appropriate at the moment; it gives me time to think. When she disappears into the bathroom to take a shower, I walk to the window and silently stare out over the Atlanta skyline. I'm in deep thought pondering my current situation; thinking about a past I can't change.
"This is gonna take some getting used to." I tell myself. "Somewhere out there my ex wife and children are moving on with their lives after my marriage was ruined by Walter Stonehenge's sinister scheme." I think, scanning the nearby high rises; hoping to catch a glimpse of them in one of the windows with my unrealistic expectations.
I want to cry about losing my former life to a twisted man's sinister, maniacal, scheme to destroy me, everything around me; take over my company. With Rhonda's help I did manage to keep my research company from being absorbed in a company merger. She also helped me recover my financial assets and then some. Everything isn't a total loss; I have the Masquerade, the Chamber, and my penthouse back - but not my memories.
Silently searching for the remaining pieces of my life, I give up hope of being able to piece my life back together. My distant thoughts of putting my life back together are greeted by a warm receptive hand on my shoulder, then by an embracing hug from behind as Rhonda wraps her slender arms around me to comfort me.
"There is no future in holding onto the past." Rhonda whispers pulling herself closer to me with her loving embrace reading my thoughts like an open book.
"I know there isn't." I admit placing my hands over Rhonda's hands, holding her close to me for the moment.
"Embrace a future only you can write for yourself. This is your chance to start over." Rhonda whispers in my ear.
"Beautiful isn't it - the city, the lights, the glowing, full moon, and the bustling nightlife on the streets below? "I change the subject, putting my thoughts out of my head Rhonda is reading so well; breathing deep and exhaling.
"Yes it is, Kira. You aren't the only one that has to let go of the past and embrace an uncertain future starting over." Rhonda softly replies while heading towards the bed, encouraging me to follow; tugging my arm.
"My daughter was experimented on and killed by the same maniacal man that nearly destroyed your life." Rhonda explains eloquently stretching out on the bed in a sexually suggestive manner wearing her red satin nightgown with black lace; tempting me to join her on the bed.
"I think I understand what you said to me back at the Chamber, now." I confess making my way towards the bed to join Rhonda.
"I'm sure you do, Kira. We've both suffered a loss, but what we've gained has brought us to this moment." Rhonda alludes easing some of the pain that burdens my mind.
"You know, your'e sexy laying there on the bed like that Rhonda." I whisper, crawling on the bed; making my way slowly and seductively towards her.
