All Inclusive Pass{Simon}

3:02 A.M, at Simon’s home in the forest by Lake Margrethe.
Quickly waking up, Simon screamed out as he had a cold sweat pouring off of him. Putting a hand over the scar on his chest, he realized that he was crying and noticed that his body had dirt, claw marks and blood over him. Turning his head, he saw what was left of a grizzly bear laying a few feet away from him. It’s head was completely smashed in. It’s left leg was torn off and it’s back was broken. Getting to his feet, he looked at the creature before turning away from it and limping back to his house. Opening the slide glass door, he saw that the kitchen was destroyed. Shaking his head, he could feel that his disorder was getting worse. Wiping his face, he began to clean up the debris field and tossing it outside where he had made a burn pit. When he was done, it was now 5:22 A.M. Shaking his head, he went upstairs and climbed into his four person size shower. The hot water steamed up fast as the bloody water and soil slid down his bare body while he rested his head against the tile wall. More tears were sliding down as he still felt that Obsidian blade pierced his body. His own flesh and blood had tried to kill him.just another half an inch, and the tip would have pierced his heart. His hands turned into tight clutched fists and black diamond began to form over all of his body. His wounds healed almost instantly because of his powers. Letting out a sight, the diamond form submerged back inside of him and he cleaned himself up. When he was done, he yanked his towel off of the holder and began to dry himself off as he walked out into his bedroom. Going to his walk in closet, he turned on the ceiling light and began to go through all of his clothing. Grabbing a navy blue suit, he began to get dressed since he had to get into the office by 8 am. Grabbing his black dress socks and his dress shoes, he sat down with a slight groan coming out of him as his body still ached from his now previous injuries. That was one thing about being able to heal, the wounds are gone, injuries sealed up like it never happened...but the phantom pain lingered a bit. Shaking his head a bit, he had to take a few deep breaths as he was now fully dressed for the day. Getting up from the seat in the closet, he turned off all of the lights in the house and activating the security system. 

He walked over towards the garage which had all of his vehicles in it. Lined up was a Black and silver hood scooped ‘66 Dodge Charger Fastbck with a 426 Hemi engine in it and dual Turbo intake fans to make the car go faster, a forest green ‘97 Ford Bronco that didn’t have the bed cap and sat on rock climbing tires, ‘95 Ford Mustang that was Silver, a 2017 Green and black Kawasaki Ninja 650 motorcycle and his 2014 metallic Plum colored Jaguar XF Supercharged. Going over to the wall where his keys were hanging up, he decided since he was going into the court room, he was going to drive something he liked the most in his collection. Grabbing the keys for the Charger, he walked over to it and climbed into it. Sliding the key into the ignition, the car’s engine roared to life and purred to him. Closing the steel door, the engine caused a shiver to go through him. “I know I know, I haven’t taken you out in ages.” Placing his hand on the stick shift that had a devil head screwed to it, he shifted into first gear and let out of the parking brake. At first, he drove it nice and careful on the gravel and dirt roads that led to the main road. But as soon as those back tires were hugging black top, he let all the cylinders open up as he put the foot down to the metal and the car took off like a charging beast.  High beams on cutting whatever darkness there was before him. Lowering his window, he placed his left arm on the door as the summer air swept in and he could smell the fresh water from the lake he lived by. He was cruising the road at 65 mph with the sun starting to rise up in the east. Simon had a lot on his mind and on his plate for when he gets in, he has clients to talk to, a court case to prepare for in two weeks and on top of that, there was a meeting around three about a high stake court case that the whole office was needed for in a month. He had only been in the area for a couple of months, so he was still learning the different locations, shops/stores, bars, clubs, ect, ect. It reminded him of the days he was an invading warrior of the Viking era. That seemed like another life time as he drove and made all the turns with ease.

Pulling into the parking lot, he parked the Charger and turned off it’s engine inside of his parking spot. Stepping out, he closed the door behind him and walked towards the office building of Lark & Lark Law Firm. Pushing through the revolving doors, he waved at the security guard on the ground floor and took the stairs to the third floor (four floors in total for the building)and punched in once he was in his office at his computer. These computers were programmed so that you Punch in once you log into the system from your desk. The meeting of clients were the typical thing. Car accident, Slip and Fall at a grocery store, a mutant assaulting a person, the same person assaukting a mutant at a club in the down town region, the boring things in life. After scheduling everything for the next couple of months of his life, he sat back a bit and let out a sigh. Looking at the clock, he noticed it was 2:45 pm. He had forgotten to go out for lunch and didn’t take his break. As he was starting to type in his password for him to be at lunch, his desk phone rang. His head slammed down onto his desk with an audible thudding sound. Picking up the phone, he said. “Yes, this is Mr. Simon Craw-“, “Simon, this is Janet Lark. Be in the conference room now. We are starting the meeting.” Then a click and a dial tone. Looking at his phone, he thought to himself. ‘What a bitch. Just, hangs up like that. She better not ask me to come in tomorrow. I’m off this weekend.’ Setting the phone down, he picked up his briefcase that had a tablet of paper, pens, and his laptop. Grabbing his smartphone p, he slid it into his breast pocket of his suit. Standing up, he hurried to the conference room where he saw Janet sitting there at the oval desk. Her hand waved for him to take a seat. “Aaah, Simon. The other’s will be joining us I a few moments. Please sit.” Simon knew this type of things, he had already knew what she was going to say before his briefcase laid down onto the oak stained table. Sitting down, he raised his hand up and said. “Before you ask, no I won’t come in this weekend. You had me coming in for the past month and a half to catch up on everyone else’s paper work, including your Mrs. Lark. I need my time off cause as it states in nation law that all employees needs at least two days off if they have exceeded their work hours and even over time hours for that work week.” Janet stared at him. Her face didn’t show a smile, but of unamusement was definitely there. “Ok, if that is where you stand then Simon...I won’t ask you again. Let me make it up to you over dinner?” Just after she had asked th question, all the other lawyers came flooding in and taking their seats. A sigh of relief came over him so that he didn’t have to answer that question...yet. She was the type of person who was raised up not taking No for answer. A silver spoon fed child if you will. The case was about a serial Killer who was tried and convicted o all twenty-eight murders of both human and mutant citizens. The prisoner’s defense team was trying to get the Death Penalty off of the table.

Simon tapped his pen on the table as he listened. He began to think to himself as he felt Janet’s eyes watching him. ‘Please let this meeting be over and done with...I just want to be out of here and away from this pl-‘ His thoughts were disturbed when he heard the conference room door opened up. Looking in the direction, his blue eyes fell on a beautiful blonde who dressed very lovely. She had set a pile of invites to a club called the Rainbow Zebra on the table. But their eyes fell upon each other and they seemed to have a hard time o look away from each other. She took an invite from the pile as he began to write more ideas for the case down on his tablet until he saw the invite was placed in front of him and her hand rested on his shoulder. His eyes looked it over as he heard her speak lightly and her fingers traced the skin of the back of his neck. Tingles shot down the entirety of his back as he sat there. He watched as she strolled out of the room. Picking up the invite, he slid it into his inside pocket of his jacket. When Janet saw that, she quickly grabbed one and placed it on top of her paperwork. The meeting went back to normal, but he couldn’t get that lovely face out of his head. The way that the dress and her high heel outs that hugged her body, it was something that drove him crazy. Hearing the sound of briefcases being loaded and closed, he put his tablet back into his briefcase and stood up while closing it. All the other lawyers stood up and left. As he was following suit, he heard Janet. “I guess I’ll be seeing you there Simon? Maybe I can take you somewhere private and...show you...some of my moves?” Stopping in his tracks, he looked at the woman who was about fifty-two years old and was getting those hard lines on her face. She unbuttoned the top of her shirt to show some skin. Shaking his head, he would say to her. “I don’t think Mr. Lark would like that Mrs. Lark. Besides, I’m not really looking for an attachment...already been heart broken to many times already.” And he stepped out before she could flirt even more. With a rush in his step, he walked down to his office, typed in his password and punched out. The computer powered down as he picked up His car keys and left. Checking his phone, it read 4:15. As he walked retracing his steps through memory, he typed into his GPS app the Rainbow Zebra. It calculated quickly the quickest path and saw it was about a fifteen minute drive there. Simon walked to his car and heard his cellphone ding. Sighing to himself, he stopped at the driver side door and saw there was a txt message from Mrs. Lark herself. Getting annoyed at this woman, he didn’t even bother to open it as it had an attachment image to it. Getting into his car, he set his briefcase under the back passenger side seat thanks to it being able to be lifted up for extra carrying space. Droppingnthe leather seat down, he fired up the car’s heavy duty muscle engine.

What happened and would be forever scarred to his mind had walked right in front of his Dodge Charger. Mrs. Lark wasn’t taking his no and figured he was playing hard to get. She stepped right to the front of the car’s hood and undid her blouse to show a (would have been sexy on anyone else But her) corset and winked at him. Simon was conflicted between three things. A.) Call Mr. Lark and tell him what was going on outside, B.) Peel out of there, or C.) throw up bile out his car door. He did choice B. Throwing it into reverse, the car’s tires peeled with a cloud of smoke and he flung it’s front end around to face the exit and blasted out of there to get away from the creepy and very saggy boss of his. As he drove, option C decided to remind him he hadn’t eaten all day and he threw up in his mouth. Coming to a Red light and stopping, he opened his car door and spat out the bile. Spitting a couple more times, he sat up and closed his door before it turned green. Shifting back into first gear, he drove calmly down the road. When he reached his destination, he saw on the CD player it was 4:41. So he had 19 minutes to wait. The engine rumbled in the parking lot of the Gentleman’s club. Turning on his CD player, Godsmack came onto his speakers as he heard the familiar lyrics come forth and he began to sing it from memory. 

‘I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins
Never did I want to be here again
And I don't remember why I came…’

Sitting there relaxed, he rested his head back. It was crazy. He had been to a few like this in his time, but it never ended up with him with a girl to call his own. Sighing to himself, he turned up the volume a smidge as he unbutton his suit jacket. His eyes closed as he waited for five o’clock to come around. He knew this would help him relax a bit. But when he’s just watching strippers teasing their customer’s, it was a thing that it was only temporary cause of their job and rules. Reaching into his suit jacket, he pulled out the invite and ran his thumb over it. He could feel what felt like pollen or some sort of dust on it. Sniffing it, he smelled her. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at the invite for a moment longer and shrugged his shoulders. His eyes drifted to the CD player once more and it read 4:55. Five more minutes to wait. As he waited, he thought of that beautiful blonde. “She’s out of my league...she probably has many guys and gal’s lined up to be simply around her.” Frowning a bit, he turned off the engine and stepped out into the warm sun and leaned against the front fender of the Charger.

The lights came on to the club and the people that were lined up began to pour inside. Simon didn’t stand in line. He stood leaning against his car as he contemplated about going inside. But that lady he saw early who delivered the invites plagued him. Placing a hand on his chest, he felt his heart was pounding hard in his chest. Taking a few deep breathes, he took out the invite and looked down at it. Sighing, he kicked a stone on the ground across the street. Pushing himself off of his car, he walked towards the front door as he fixed his suit jacket, buttoning it up half way to make himself more presentable. By the time he reached the door, there was no line now. Handing the invite to the bouncer, he was waved inside and he walked in. The music was booming loud as girls walked around with drinks, girls were dancing on the stage, his fellow workers were throwing their money at them and were enjoying himself. A couple of them waved to Simon to join the, at their tables but he shook his head as he walked through the club. It was very nicely done. One of the top Gentleman’s club he had stepped inside of. He walked to the one side of the club and saw that a good deal of the seats had been already taken. So Simon leaned against the wall watching everything going on. His blue eyes slowly scanned the area. Some of the girls came up to him every now and then and offered to do a dance for him, but he smiled and shook his head, declining them, but he did give them each a hundred. He thought that he wouldn’t be seeing seeing the woman who bespelled him by her looks alone. A frown crept across his face as he leaned against the wall sticking his hands into his pockets. When his hand went into the pocket that had his smartphone, he felt it vibrating. Pulling it out, he saw Mrs. Lark was trying to call him. Shaking his head in disgust, he tapped the ignore call.

Rubbing his face with his one hand, he decided he needed a drink. Walking and snaking his way through the crowd and girls, he finally ended up at the bar and took a seat at one of the stools. Placing his phone down onto the counter, he saw a text message notification popped up, then it started to vibrate. She was trying to call again. Hitting the ignore button, he opened the text messenger and saw the messages she was blowing up his phone. He began typing on the screen as he sat there quietly to himself. ‘Look, I’m not interested in you. Stop these advances you keep doing. It’s not flattering and it’s very tiring to keep my ,ouch shut since your the wife of the actual boss of the company. Since I’m a lawyer, you know this is harassment and stalking. What do you think !r. Lark would say if he saw all of these messages from you? With how many times you are trying to call me? Knock it off.’ And he hit the send button. Setting the phone down, he waited for a few minutes until a new message popped up. ‘Fuck you asshole. You don’t know me, own me...Nobody...and I mean Nobody says no to me you little worthless worm!’ Just staring at the screen, he shook his head, turned off the phone and placed his hands over his face as his arms propped his head up. Groaning to himself, his hands slid down his face and laid on the bar counter. Looking down at the counter, he tapped the counter with his index finger knuckle and said out loud as the bartender came down to him. “Heineken.” That was his order, just one beer. When the bottle was heard touching the counter, he lifted his head up while saying “Thanks, I needed this.” His eyes slid upwards seeing a dress that was pretty revealing until his eyes were locked in the very blonde who set the invite in front of him while in the meeting. Sipping from his beer, he didn’t say anything. He just looked at her with a smile. The lighting of the club made his eyes look like they were glowing because of how blue his eyes were.

Simon didn’t know what to say to her. It was as if the words were stuck in his throat. Sipping the beer again, he would look at her dress and he top of the heels that she wore. He looked back up to her and said to her. “You look great tonight Ma’am. Seems like you look better each time I see you. My name is Simon, Simon Crawford. And my boss wasn’t that pleased with what you did in the office. But, she grabbed one of the invites...all because I’m here...” Looking down at his phone, he saw even more text messages were popping up like a thunderstorm striking bolts of lightening down to the earth. Picking it up, he held the power button until the phone shut off. Tucking it into his breast pocket, he had both of his hands crossed together on top of the counter as he looked at her. The old warrior that looked like he was in his early thirties couldn’t stop looking at her. He had the look on his face that he would pay all the attention to her if she only asked him of it.

Simon did a nod of his head when she said her name. “A pleasure to meet you, Queenie.” When she stated about his boss being a bother and that she would kick her out, he laughed a bit as he kept smiling towards her. He watched as she went around the bar and took one of his hands into her own and pulled him through the club til they reached a roped section that was on center stage. Honestly, he was now nervous since he had t had this type of treatment before. Sitting down in the chair he was gently pushed towards, he saw her go towards the DJ and she went back stage. Girls came to him asking if he needed drinks as he held onto his beer. Downing the rest, thenone girl took it away from him and brought him another one. Soon, the lights went dark for a few moments. Trying to keep his heart (and his breathing for some parts) in check as he sat there in the comfy chair that sat in the middle of the stage. One of his workers let out a long whistle and would even say out loud. “You dog Simon!” But he didn’t react to it since he did t want to embarrass himself in front of hundreds of lawyers. Reaching into his back pocket, he took out a small business card of his and a pen. He could be seen writing something and tucked it into his jacket pocket. Soon, the music came on and the lights slowly faded back on and Vanessa was by the pole. Moving about, she began to do her dance routine. She was wearing sexy lingerie that added to her beauty.

Withnhis elbows on his thighs, he leaned forward a bit as his blue eyes watched her. A lot of the girls that worked there was cute and wonderful to look at, but they didn’t compare to the woman who captivated him. Following each line of her figure, each motion of her dance, how she moved about on the pole, it felt as if her beauty was trying to draw him in as he sat there. Fighting every fiber in his being, he wanted to get up and walk over to her. Was he falling for a person he had just met? Shaking the thoughts out of his mind, he sat there and watched her without moving or saying a word. Every now and then, he would lock his Blue gaze on her just as beautiful eyes she had. Not wanting to pry away from the gaze, his eyes had shown a longing for someone to come along and steal his heart. Reaching his one hand to his neck, he loosened his tie and undid the first two buttons. His heart was feeling like it was going to explode from his chest and spray everyone on stage and in the first few rows of seats with his ancient blood. On the right side of his torso, a dull and very faint purple color in the shape of a Celtic crossthat was in half down the middle of it began to pulse through the fabrics of his suit. Queenie would be able to see it from time to time, but those in the crowd thought it was a light affect that the club had. The lawyer on the stage paid no attention to anyone as he drowned them out and focused everything on her. Not caring way everyone was saying, their cheers and whistles to cash being thrown out to Queenie. This meant he didn’t pay attention to who was coming in and out of the club, which wouldn’t matter the outcome for later on would have been the same.

Walking in after confusing the bouncers with an invite, the older female lady from earlier stepped inside of the Gentleman’s club. She had a smile as she looked slowly through the crowd until her eyes fell on the stage. Seeing Simon up there, she was about to step towards it, then stopped when she saw the person who had given the invites out and that Simon was transfixed to her image. Narrowing her eyes at this, she saw that Simon was playing very hard to catch and was falling for a pretty thing that probably didn’t know how to handle a man like Mrs. Lark could. In the parking lot, she had seen Simon’s car. Nodding her head, she turned away and went outside with malice on her mind. As soon as she was outside, she kicked off her high heels and picked them up as she moved towards her BMW. Tossing the heels inside through the driver side window, she went to the back of the car. Unlocking it, she reached inside and took out a crowbar that she carried with her. Slamming the hood down, she went back to Simon’s car and smashed his tail lights out. Her wild swings smacked the steel doors of the car and then struck the hood and grill of the car. The car was under assault while it’s owner sat watching Queenie. Climbing up onto the roof of the car and jumping up and own on it a few times, she positioned herself. Raising the crowbar, she began to slap the steel bar against the glass. Cracks formed quickly and spread out as she slammed the bar down onto the windshield until the hook of the bar pierced the glass and got stuck. Trying to pull the crowbar out, she found it was stuck in place. Knowing that someone would see her soon from the commotion that she was causing. Quickly getting off the car, she ran for her BMW. Getting inside of it, she fired up the German import and sped out of the parking lot, even blowing through a red light as she drove into the dark.

Five minutes after she had done this, a couple of lawyers that was leaving saw the damage on the Dodge Charger. Since none of them worked with Simon, the one went to the bouncer and told them what they saw. The big guy walked over and saw the state of the car inside of their parking lot. Shaking his head, he walked back inside. “Hey! Cut the music!” The bouncer yelled out and the music stopped. “Who owns the Dodge Charger out in the parking lot?” When Simon heard Dodge Charger, he stood from the seat setting his beer down onto the stage as he ran and jumped off the stage, landing in between two table, he cut his way through the club floor and burst out of the front doors and went rushing to the parking lot. Slowing down to a complete stop, Simon saw the aftermath of what happened to his car. Running his hands through his black hair he had a good idea who it was. Walking over to the damaged car, his eyes were fixed on the crowbar that was sticking out of the driver side of the windshield. Running his hand over each dent, scratch and even on the broken windshield as his good time became a bad night. “You fucking bitch...” Simon said lightly to himself as he turned and leaned against the car. Looking down at the asphalt, he reached into his breast pocket and took out his phone. Turning it on, he saw loads of text messages, missed calls and about twenty-five voicemail messages. The last message in his texts said simply. ‘Mrs. Lark (Crazy boss): Inwill see you Monday morning. You shouldn’t have said No to my offer of having sex with a Goddess’ He wanted to crush the phone in his hand, but he didn’t. He simply slid it back into his pocket and said to the car. “Don’t worry...I’ll fix you again....did it before many times. Even helped build you in the factory.” His voice was low as it had the hint of anger and even defeat.

Hearing the question and not caring at what the people did that just looked and laughed. “Yeah...that would be the very one. She must have seen my car in the parking lot when I told her no and didn’t answer her calls or her texts.” The glow from under his clothing was gone. Feeling her hand on his shoulder, he heard her offer and nodded as he placed a hand on top of hers gently. Feeling her skin under his, it had caused a bolt of energy to course throughout his body and the glowing of his tattoo pulsed once more brightly as Queenie went back inside of the club while she looked down at her phone. Pushing himself off, he went to the passenger side of the car and reached in. Lifting up the passenger side rear seat, he pulled out his briefcase. Slamming the dented door, he walked to the front of the car and looked at the crowbar. Setting the briefcase down on top of the hood, he reached for the crowbar with both hands and pulled it and the windshield out without effort. Looking at the glass on the steel bar, he angled the crowbar and it slid off. Grabbing it before it hit the ground, he threw it inside of car. Looking down at the crowbar, he placed both hands at end of it and slowly began to bend it in half until both ends clinked together. He would throw that as well inside of the car. Picking up his briefcase, he turned to see the stunning beauty of Vanessa. She offered him a drive home. Smiling abit to her, he nodded his head as she took his hand and led the way. It beat walking so many hours away all before the sun came up. There was moments he found himself outside of town and had no idea as to how got there or away back except for two own feet. Walking to where the employees parked, he raised his eyebrow with a smirk on his face. “Nice...thought about buying one myself...” Walking over to the Dodge Viper he opened the passenger side door and got in. He had to adjust the seat to accommodate his body height. The car drove out of the parking lot and was heading towards his place with his help as to where the turn was coming up.

There was no one driving at this hour, especially on the back country roads. He was looking out the passenger side window. He didn’t know how to say anything next to her. She was so lovely and her voice sent the chills down his spine each time. Eventually, he did break the silence. “When they told me that this place was great to live at...they never mentioned the crazy psycho bosses.” He laughed slightly as he turned his head to look out the windshield. His eyes slid across to look at her. Seeing those beautiful eyes, a face of an angel in a dress that could make promises of a night in Heaven. “Nor did they warn me that angel’s lived here as well.” His eyes slid back to look out the windshield, but his heart and even soul decided to weave in there own senses. The tattoo on his right side of his body began to faintly pulse slowly hat purple color again. Just enough to cut through the majority of his clothing to be faintly noticeable. Biting his lower lip, he began to blush a bit. He couldn’t really think as to what she might be thinking about this if she saw it. He guided her to the stone driveway that was about a mile down in length. They came up to the garage as the exterior lights were on. When they stopped, he pulled his keys from his pocket and looked at her. “Thank you for the ride and the tow...I feel as if I ruined your night as well...how about I invite you inside for a drink Ms. Queenie, Dancing Queen of the Rainbow Zebra?” Opening his side door, he stepped out of the fast little car. The air was crisp out in the back woods of Michigan. The scent of the fresh water mixed with that of the moist covered plants was exotic and felt wonderful to him. He had gotten out of the car before he let her answer him. Walking forth, he was a few feet from the front of the car before stopped. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath in and exhaled it slowly. Turning half way, he opened his eyes to look at her, through the windshield. Queenie would see his eyes glowing like two sapphires under an intense light looking at her. The glow she had seen before was now visible as the purple glow was brighter than before and was pulsing to the beat of his heart, and that was fast.

Simon made his way to the front door. The path lit up in a blue hue of LED lighting as he walked down it first since it was motion sensors that lit it up. Typing in his code, the interior lit up and the security system unlocked his door. Opening it, he stepped inside undoing his tie again. Sliding it off as he walked down a descending hallway until it leveled out into a large room which was the living room. On one wall, there was a fireplace with Japanese style furniture in front of it. To the left was a glass wall window with a sliding door that led outside patio and was ten feet away from the man made pond. Taking the tie off, he placed it on a lamp table along with his briefcase. He led the way to the kitchen which had a bar built in with it’s design. Going behind his bar counter, he took off his suit jacket and undid the first button of his dress shirt. Taking two glasses out from out under the counter, he placed them on the frosted thick glass counter. “So Vanessa...what would your choice of poison be?” He asked as he adjusted the ends of his shirts sleeves. The Black Diamond was feeling a bit odd since he broke his comfort zone by letting someone he barely even knew into his sanctuary. In the living room, on the right side would be three sets of uniforms with them having dog tags that he held around his neck. One was the U.S Army which had the WW II feel towards it, one was U?S Navy from W.W. I. The air force had a patch of when the United States was in Vietnam. Down another hallway leading further down had sets of armor of all different eras with their responding nations weapon in a fighting stance they were trained in. Each set looking at the other across from one another.

Picking up the bottle, he looked at it. A smile on his face because he had Irish whiskey In Ireland when they first started to make the beverage. Pouring an equal amount into each glass, he put the cap back on. Taking the glasses to his fridge, he took out two small ice spheres into the cups slowly until they were on the bottom of the cup without breaking or cracking. Walking into the living room, he saw that she was outside by the old Oak tree at the pond. When she came close to it, the pond lit up a bit as lights could be seen at the bottom of the pond, giving the lily flowers more of a beauty. Stepping outside, she came walking back towards him with a beautiful smile upon her face. Commenting on how she liked it here. “It’s how I am...Always loved to live in nature. Have been since I can remember. Figured, I was born in nature, I might as well keep it that way until I die.” Handing her glass to her, he followed her into the living room and shut the glass door. Taking a good size sip from his glass, he watched her figures as she moved. Looking up to her face, she said about it wasn’t acceptable that she didn’t get to finish giving him her vip show. She then went to her purse to get somethings. Moving into the living room and said. “Honestly, if it wasn’t for my boss doing what she did, then you could have. That is why I feel like I-“ Music came on and she took his hand and gently pushed him to sit on the couch. Watching her undress to nothing but that lingerie. Taking another sip, he set his cup down onto a lap table and sat back. Her body fit against him perfectly like two missing puzzle pieces. Her hand was in his hair, leaning his head back a bit into her hand enjoying the feeling.

Her body was grinding up against his. He breathed a bit faster as the purple glow grew brighter under his shirt, almost in a rhythm to something. His eyes stayed fixed on hers as she was giving him the special treatment of being vip. Both his hands slid up from her hips and onto her back. Gently leaving a trail of tingles for her skin like spider webs. It felt like billions of pulses of Electricty was going through his body, stirring something deep inside of himself. A groan came forth as he sat there looking at her, almost as if he was looking into the very fiber of her soul. He had that look on his and in his eyes as he smiled at her, that he would give her all the attention she wanted if only she asked. Running his nails down her back and traced their way to her sides where he held her close. One hand came up, moving some of her hair out of her face as he looked at. His hand rested on the side of her face, he leaned in close to her and kissed her on the lips. Those blue eyes opened up and he leaned his head back, glowing again was his eyes to see what she was going to do next.

If it was said that Simon wasn’t nerves and wasn’t enjoying himself, those that say that would be dead wrong. He was nerves because he hadn’t felt like this towards another person in many ages that went past him, leaving him to walk a lonely life. She had undid his shirt to expose his torso a bit. With the shirt open, the glowing was brighter from the edges of the opening of the shirt. Queenie opened his shirt even more by sliding the shirt past his shoulders to show all of his front torso, along with what was glowing on him. His right torso had a Celtic style cross, each black line glowed brightly and rapidly. Both their hearts were racing inside of themselves. Their mouths pressed against each again with their tongues sliding to each other, locking each of them to the other like long lost lovers. Those nails of her’s dug into his shoulders. “Mmmmm” was heard from Simon as the vibrations went into their mouths. That joyous pain she was giving him was a major tune on as he pulled her closer to him so that their bodies pressed against each other. It felt like someone had thrown a lightening bolt in through his chest and straight into his heart. Because he was starting to get feelings for this lovely woman who was pretty much a child compared to his actual age. Was a bit scared that something was going to grow and blossom from this.

As it was getting even more heated the sounds of a big truck backing up with its beeping was heard coming down the stone driveway. Breaking the kiss, he let out a sigh as the air brakes engaged outside. Tapping her butt, he gently moved her off of him with very little effort. Getting up, he took off his shirt with his bac and his back piece tattoo now looking at her as the Raven on the Tattoo looked like it was realistic to touch and feel feathers while it looked blankly at her. Kicking his shoes off and pulling his socks off, he walked to the front door and went outside. He could feel and hear that Queenie was following behind him. Opening the door, he walked down the path as the guy called Mouse was having the flat bed angled and was slowly lowering the car down to the gravel drive way. The oath lit up as he walked over to the truck and the driver, watching the damaged muscle car finally touch the stones with them making that sound of pressure applying to them and grinding them against each other at once. Once it was fully down, he pulled out his wallet from his back pocket. “Hey thanks for doing this. I know Queenie said that this is free, but take this for your troubles.” He pulled out a few hundred dollars and handed it to Mouse. Simon saw the look Mouse gave Queenie as it was a smirk. He unhooked the car and brought the bed back to normal, climbing into his truck, then left. Once he saw the tail lights of the tow truck was gone and there was no sound by the insects chirping, Simon looked at the charger. Going to the garage, he opened the bay door for the charger. A sigh came from him as he went to the front of the car. Placing both his hands on either side of the fenders of the car, black diamond began to form from his hands and feet and stopped at the elbows and knees.

Pushing the car with ease, Queenie would see that the car was still in park as he pushed it like it was in neutral. Once it hit the cement is where the tires caught and didn’t want to give him anymore. Narrowing his eyes at it, he grunted slightly as he forced the car into its spot. When it was done, the black diamonds subsided ack into his skin like water. Leaning up against the front of the dodge, he clapped his hands and the lights came on inside, showing his cars and empty space where more cars could fit. The garage was like a mechanic shop, tool boxes, tools scattered on work desks, oils and stained rags, a painting booth. It was the type of set up that made most Mechsnic shop owners and workers jealous of what Simon had behind the many car port sliding doors. Brushing his hands together, he looked at Queenie and said. “Well, welcome to my one play pen. You can take a look at what I have here.” A smirk came across his face as he sat there watching her.