KATHLEEN'S STORY
NOTE: I have written this version after receiving many emails from readers. They were unhappy about the distraction of ethnic dialect in "Shanu's Wedding". This is essentially the same story with different names and no dialect problem. I didnot think that putting translation in parenthesis would be the best solution. I will try to do the same with "Back Home for Good". I have tried to keep each posting relatively shorter [I do not believe in one page postings]. Will like to know if my efforts are appreciated.
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Chapter 1 'Refuge'
As the black Mercedes left the airport, situated on the outskirt of the city and took the road to reach other side of the city. The main road leaving the city towards north soon could fool anyone that it was leading into wilderness once countryside was finished. If one travelled another fifty-five 'slow drive' kilometres one would find a sign of a private farm 'Refuge' alongside another sign that indicated a food processing industrial base another five kilometres further. In between if one travelled that way a beautiful private golf course would entice anyone who could hit a golf ball some distance.
Following the road that led through beautiful open green farming land, then through managed woodlands as it would seem that soon road would finish. Driving past the heavily wooded curve one would suddenly arrive in an vast open driveway in front of an enormous sprawling house which was spread over an roughly estimated two acres surrounded by another two hundred fifty or three hundred acres. The house was of a design of very personal nature. The main huge building appeared like many leaves spreading out from a main centre of a large flower if viewed from air. One could see at least four open swimming pools spread out in a random fashion. The car stopped in front of the main entrance of the house with a large open porch that flowed into a huge sliding glass doors embedded in solid wood. The floor was marble all throughout the house.
Chauffeur came out and opened the door as the lights came on and setting sun bathed the whole house with exotic colours of orange and red so typical of winter evenings. Driver respectfully helped the passenger to come out of the plush back seat of the luxury car. The woman gracefully floated out of the car and stood silently admiring the beautiful colours of nature. As chauffeur took out the shopping, soon three more servants joined him. All three after smiling and wishing their mistress who smiled most affectionately back, rushed out to give him a hand. The chauffeur left them to the chores and stood silently close to her mistress discreetly behind. The chauffeur was Ricardo who was very stocky and looked every bit a heavy weight wrestler.
Ricardo had been in service for almost thirty years and now was fifty-two years old. He was assigned to his mistress soon after she married his master Benjamin Kenneth Burns as a young, vivacious, gentle bride of few months short of twenty years. Ricardo looked at the graceful form of Kathleen Reema Burns-Knight who stood about five feet and six inches tall. Her full body was wrapped in light blue loose-fitting pants. Kathleen had most beautiful face that did not need any adornment or artificial chemical help. Her skin was radiantly fair and glowed in the evening sun. Her light brown eyes shone with generosity and love that was well known to all who knew her or came in contact with her. Her face always seemed to smile and it brought attention to her exquisitely beautiful nose that seems to accentuate that mystical smile.
Her beautiful neck flowed into her rounded shoulders and full, large bosom. She wore a loose short sleeve blouse of darker shade of yellow. Her blouse dipped elegantly to suggest the top of the slope of her over generously large soft breasts, which were barely contained by a soft cotton bra. The slope of her large breasts even in a bra and blouse only heightened the natural divine beauty that she possessed and had passed on to her children. Her beautiful, fair skinned rounded arms were folded regally under her bosom. Her clothes barely hid her rounded full waist that showed her full life and scant regard for skin and bone concept of womanly body. Her pants was filled with her fertile, full hips as a signature of a woman whose body screamed vitality and fertility and over and above all a beauty that you could admire untiringly. Kathleen would turn forty five in five months and people found it hard to believe that she had three children, a girl of nearly twenty --one years of age and twin sons who would soon be twenty-three.
Ricardo took the shawl out of the car and respectfully draped it over Kathleen's shoulders, "Madam, winter is arriving. Evenings do have a nip now."
Kathleen affectionately patted Ricardo's hands as he covered her shoulders with her shawl, "Ricardo, thank you. I was lost in thoughts," Kathleen never addressed their long serving trusted help casually, "Shari would soon leave our house. She was a little girl running around with little care not so long ago. She will now belong to her new family." Kathleen sighed softly making her breasts swell in manner that would test the resolve of even a celibate monk.
Ricardo nodded his head in quiet understanding and escorted his mistress inside. Kathleen walked through the sliding doors and entered the huge hall that took various routes to in all fifteen suites each an independent unit with two to four bedrooms, study, kitchen, and living room. However, Kathleen ran the house from central kitchen with overflowing number of servants who sometimes tripped on one another trying to be helpful.