Ride to Redemption Read Online Free PDF
Author: D. J. Wilson
and doom.
‘Nuff said.’
To
enhance our weekend togetherness, just before she arrived, I picked fragrant
rose blossoms from the red Double Knock Out roses, blooming off my front porch.
I lined the staircase and hallway with petals all the way to the bedroom.
There, I made a large, red heart out of the petals on the bed and placed a
plate of freshly made brownies in the center. I also made a large smiley face
on the floor using three chocolate covered strawberries for the eyes and nose.
I trailed petals three feet away, ending with a well-placed upright bottle of
champagne. I hope that this should propagate a soon-to-be very happy me.
I
felt that this last maneuver would take care of the lust portion of our first
evening together. I now could focus on the discovery phase of our weekend.
I
chose to thaw some magnificent beef tenderloins from the freezer. Marinated and
grilled on the boat along with some seasoned veggies, I suspected, would
provide a splendid meal. Toss in some more chocolate-covered strawberries and
two bottles of Pinot Noir and that should be about enough, to ease her
inhibitions and loosen her tongue. Perhaps then, we can both learn a little
more about one another, while the waves of Dale Hollow lap against the gunwale,
as the sun sets slowly behind the horizon. I really need to discover just what
she hopes to find in me. I’m not a toy to be played with, and then just
discarded, when the fun runs out. Huff!!!! Sounds like a woman’s complaint,
I’ve heard too many times before. Go figure.
Candi
arrived at the main gate shortly after 6 p.m. Our full-time guard gave her an
approving smile and motioned her through the gate and pointed her towards our
humble retreat in the wilds, overlooking the waterfalls. I remotely opened my
personal gate from the house phone using a six-digit code. Technology and
innovation are so impressive. I sometimes laugh at society’s mindset, though.
Even myself; I vigorously exercise each morning to stay in shape, but fail to
want to saunter up the drive to manually open the gate. The developer in me
loves those little household toys, though. I’m the big kid in the new-gismo
house! Count me in for the next new thing that makes life easier, I’m in.
Major
was the first to greet her, and Candi was well prepared this time. “Hi Major,
give me a hug!” She patted both hands to her chest. In an instant, Major jumped
up and placed both paws on her tatas, while looking back at me for approval.
“I’m
jealous,” I shouted over the roar of the waterfalls. “I should get first dibs!”
“You’ll
get your fair share before the weekend is over, lover boy!”
Gosh,
between her smile and her humor, they just melt me. What a catch!
Walking
into the house, Candi immediately noticed the trail of rose petals leading up
the stairs. “Just where does this lovely trail lead, D?” She asked, fully
knowing the answer to her own question.
“They
lead to dessert later this evening … as defined by the subliminal message that
I hope you’ll be able to figure out. Lead the way baby, I’ll follow along in a
second with your overnight bag, that is, if I can find a dolly. Dang girl,
you’ve packed enough for a month, judging by the weight of this bag.”
Heading
to the fridge, I grabbed a glass of already-poured milk and carried it
carefully in one hand, while lugging her bag up the stairs with the other. To
my delight, I found Candi propped up on my bed, eating a brownie with a twinkle
in her eye. “I got your message loud and clear, baby. Mr. Smiley face has a
problem that I would love to take care of, anyplace, anytime, anywhere.”
Note
to self: that worked.
“I
would very much relish the opportunity for you to take care of that urgent
detail this second,” pointing at my now tented jeans, “but as much as I regret
saying this; I hope to hold out for later. Here,” I directed, pushing past my
lustful thoughts, “finish your milk and change into something casual, if
‘Nuff said.’
To
enhance our weekend togetherness, just before she arrived, I picked fragrant
rose blossoms from the red Double Knock Out roses, blooming off my front porch.
I lined the staircase and hallway with petals all the way to the bedroom.
There, I made a large, red heart out of the petals on the bed and placed a
plate of freshly made brownies in the center. I also made a large smiley face
on the floor using three chocolate covered strawberries for the eyes and nose.
I trailed petals three feet away, ending with a well-placed upright bottle of
champagne. I hope that this should propagate a soon-to-be very happy me.
I
felt that this last maneuver would take care of the lust portion of our first
evening together. I now could focus on the discovery phase of our weekend.
I
chose to thaw some magnificent beef tenderloins from the freezer. Marinated and
grilled on the boat along with some seasoned veggies, I suspected, would
provide a splendid meal. Toss in some more chocolate-covered strawberries and
two bottles of Pinot Noir and that should be about enough, to ease her
inhibitions and loosen her tongue. Perhaps then, we can both learn a little
more about one another, while the waves of Dale Hollow lap against the gunwale,
as the sun sets slowly behind the horizon. I really need to discover just what
she hopes to find in me. I’m not a toy to be played with, and then just
discarded, when the fun runs out. Huff!!!! Sounds like a woman’s complaint,
I’ve heard too many times before. Go figure.
Candi
arrived at the main gate shortly after 6 p.m. Our full-time guard gave her an
approving smile and motioned her through the gate and pointed her towards our
humble retreat in the wilds, overlooking the waterfalls. I remotely opened my
personal gate from the house phone using a six-digit code. Technology and
innovation are so impressive. I sometimes laugh at society’s mindset, though.
Even myself; I vigorously exercise each morning to stay in shape, but fail to
want to saunter up the drive to manually open the gate. The developer in me
loves those little household toys, though. I’m the big kid in the new-gismo
house! Count me in for the next new thing that makes life easier, I’m in.
Major
was the first to greet her, and Candi was well prepared this time. “Hi Major,
give me a hug!” She patted both hands to her chest. In an instant, Major jumped
up and placed both paws on her tatas, while looking back at me for approval.
“I’m
jealous,” I shouted over the roar of the waterfalls. “I should get first dibs!”
“You’ll
get your fair share before the weekend is over, lover boy!”
Gosh,
between her smile and her humor, they just melt me. What a catch!
Walking
into the house, Candi immediately noticed the trail of rose petals leading up
the stairs. “Just where does this lovely trail lead, D?” She asked, fully
knowing the answer to her own question.
“They
lead to dessert later this evening … as defined by the subliminal message that
I hope you’ll be able to figure out. Lead the way baby, I’ll follow along in a
second with your overnight bag, that is, if I can find a dolly. Dang girl,
you’ve packed enough for a month, judging by the weight of this bag.”
Heading
to the fridge, I grabbed a glass of already-poured milk and carried it
carefully in one hand, while lugging her bag up the stairs with the other. To
my delight, I found Candi propped up on my bed, eating a brownie with a twinkle
in her eye. “I got your message loud and clear, baby. Mr. Smiley face has a
problem that I would love to take care of, anyplace, anytime, anywhere.”
Note
to self: that worked.
“I
would very much relish the opportunity for you to take care of that urgent
detail this second,” pointing at my now tented jeans, “but as much as I regret
saying this; I hope to hold out for later. Here,” I directed, pushing past my
lustful thoughts, “finish your milk and change into something casual, if