Violet figured this was be a good time to journal and get a draft to-do list of the things she would handle her first week in the new city. She was certain that the train was the optimal choice for traveling as she sat legs crossed on the bench style seat. Her belongings were sprawled out on the little two person table; cocoa in hand, she lifted the mug to her lips. Violet was caught in a daze as the scenery whisked by. There were so many full green trees and little shanty houses tucked in the midst of nothingness. The thought crossed her mind that she had no idea where the train was or the time of day for that matter. It was nice for a change to be free of life’s constraints, even if it was for just a few moments. No appointments, no one to answer to, no bills for that matter. Heck, if it weren’t for Toby needing to get a text message or two, she would shut off her phone altogether.
Violet was startled by the knock on her door; she went up close to it “yes, what can I do for you?”
The male voice on the other side responded, “Ma’am I have a message for you, this is the car attendant Mel. I helped you with your belongings earlier.”
“Oh yes, one second,” as she unlatched the door and slide it halfway open, blocking it with her body. He handed her a small note card sized envelope.
“A gentleman requested that I deliver this to you, he is another passenger on the train. I hope you do not mind the interruption.”
“No, not a problem Mel,” it took Violet a few seconds to get her bearings and realize what gentleman he might be referring to. “Yes, thank you.” As she took the envelope, there was an awkward pause while Mel stood there without anything more to say. It was almost as if he was waiting for her to open the envelope. “Is that all Mel?”
“Yes Ma’am, I will be on duty until midnight if you need anything and then the other attendant comes on shift.”
“Thank you, good to know. Please, no need to call me Ma’am; I’ve hardly lived long enough to earn that title.” She extended her delicate un-manicured hand outside the confines of her cabin “call me Violet.” He took hold and she firmly shook, immediately letting go. She knew from experience that her energy was just too strong to pass it for a moment more through contact. She nodded her head as if to say good bye and with a half-smile, pulled the door shut ensuring to latch the lock.
Walking back to the table she slid her finger under the opening of the envelope to look at its contents. There was embossed lettering on the outside of the flap that appeared to be initials. Taking out the folded stationary there was legible writing almost a cross between cursive and print. “Dining car 44 @ 7.”
“How presumptuous and exciting,” she thought. Now she was forced to be cognizant of the time. It was 3:30, she wasn’t sure if she even felt up to this. She remembered his scent from the hallway. She still had time to think about her next move. Was this going down an all too familiar path? This was a train with many destinations, how likely could it be that he was getting off in Oxford. And if he was, what are the chances he lived there. What could one meal hurt? She sat back down at the table but journaling was the farthest thing from her mind now. In fact, she was getting antsy and beginning to second guess the whole train thing.
She lay down across the makeshift bed that was more like a bunk with her head facing toward the window. She could make out only the very top of high trees and some of the scenery, mostly skyline. There was a hint of scotch on her tongue…no it was the taste of the mouth she was exploring. It was a sweet scent on the breath of this masculine figure with a full bottom lip that she playfully tugged and nibbled at between her teeth. His hand was full of her breast and then his mouth. He tugged at her nipple between his teeth, first gentle then the pain increased. “This hurts. Is he biting me too hard? Should I make him stop?” Violet pinched his back then pulled away. With a loud thud she hit the floor and opened her eyes. This unfamiliar space was the train car but she was confused. Her upper lip was moist and she wiped beads of sweat from her head.
“I’m in the train car; I wonder how much time has passed?” She felt around for something to grab and hoist up to her feet. She felt along the wall for the lamp and pulled the string illuminating her car. It was twilight, almost completely dark outside. Her belongings were still spread out and she noticed the note. “What time is it?” she thought grabbing for her phone - 6:35.
She had been out much longer than she realized. Exhausted by the scenario, it took her a moment to realize she had a man’s business shirt on, completely unbuttoned. Her pants were scrunched down with one leg on and one leg out. Her left breast was soar and a there appeared to be some bruising. She touched her nipple and a little spot of blood was on her finger tip. “Maybe I should get out of this car for a little bit.” She hurriedly started to prepare herself for the 7 o’clock rendezvous.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
A Dream...Chapter 2
After packing the last of her bags and doing a final walk through of the house Violet was finally ready to embark on a new adventure. As she approached the door for the last time she took a moment and said a small prayer in remembrance of the life she once led in this space. Tears began to well up in her eyes as her mind flooded with old familiar sights and sounds. She took a moment to relish the memories then shook them off and made her exit.
“It may not have been the life that I planned but it was my life” she said to herself.
As she boarded the train Violet began to feel a little giddy. She couldn’t help but giggle to herself. “Its time to leave the past in the past and move forward” As the train pulled off she reached into her purse and tossed a wallet into a nearby trash bin. The wallet fell open when it hit the bin. The ID in the front sleeve read “Lillian Blue, 3557 Vinton Lane”
Sitting in her private car on the train Violet allowed the steady chug of the engine to lull her into a relaxed state. Her subconscious moved freely between her past and her present. The gyrating of the train began to impact her thoughts. She tried to fight off the images rushing to the forefront of her mind but fatigue from the sudden move was weighing heavily on her and she would eventually have to succumb.
The parlor was always filled with music on Saturday nights. Toby playing the upright and Nahmie in the kitchen cookin up something good. Now those were the days. The voices and laughter of the girls filled every corner of the place. Even though there was always a lot of traffic, she always kept things under control. Everyone knew the rules of Ms. Lillian’s house. You could have anything you wanted as long as you followed the rules.
Ms. Lillian ran a high class joint and that was reflected in her girls. She made sure that they were all familiar with Victoria’s secrets. Above the door to the hallway that led to the ladies private boudoirs was a signed that read “Cleanliness is next to godliness and this is a godly home”
Ms Lillian was the youngest Madame in the cities history or at least that was what she claimed. She had found a way to turn her own urges into a very profitable business. She herself only serviced a very select clientele. And the men chosen to embark on the odyssey that is Ms Lillian were always thankful for the blessing.
When he walked into Ms. Lillian’s parlor she knew right away her life would never be the same. He was tall, caramel complexioned and built to last. He smelled of sandalwood and vanilla and he spoke with some sort of exotic accent.
“What can I get for you or do to you mister?” One of the younger ladies said to the stranger.
Ms. Lillian could tell right away that this was a man that was used to the finer things in life and he would not settle for anything with the slightest hint of commonality to it. She watched him as he made his way through the parlor and into the main sitting room. She motioned for one of the girls to take him a drink. Not just any drink but something special from her secret stash.
He studied the single malt scotch with a discerning eye. He took a sniff and then raised the class to his lips closing his eyes to allow his taste buds to take in the rich flavor of the scotch. Lillian could just imagine the flavors dancing around his pallet making its way past his tongue and gliding down his throat. He opened his eyes and tilted his glass towards her, graciously thanking her with his eyes.
She smiled back flashing the most beautiful set of pearly whites you have ever seen. She batted her long black eyelashes at him trying to cast a spell on him with her almond shaped eyes. She ran her fingers through her short cropped hair and hit him again with her 100 watt smile. She was rocking the old Halle Berry cut and she knew her sassy style had intrigued this as well as many other men. When she exited the room toward her private patio she knew he would follow and of course he did. This would mark the beginning of a very passionate romance.
The train lurched forward and came to a stop. Violet rubbed the back of her neck to get the kinks out. She looked at her watch out of habit to check the time. It has only been four hours since the train originally pulled out of the station. She checked her cell phone and realized that she had missed Toby’s call. He was always worried about her. He and Nahmie had tried to convince her to fly in but Violet refused. She said “I have spent the better part of my life rushing around and it is about time that just sat back and took my time.”
Violet checked her messages and then shot Toby and Nahmie a quick text message letting them know that she is alright. She opened the door to her private suite and took a quick look around just then the train’s horn sounded and an all aboard came from over the loud speaker. “Wow, I didn’t know they still did that?” she said to herself.
“Yeah, I didn’t know they still did that either, I guess it’s nice to know that some things don’t change” The stranger said as he turned the corner and passé her in the hallway flashing his own version of the 100 watt smile.
His scent lingered in the passageway overwhelming Violets senses. That familiar sensation began beating its way to the forefront of her emotional awareness. She felt her façade beginning to crack. She took a deep breath hoping to regain her composure. A wave of heat engulfed her body followed by the all too familiar hot and cold flashes.
“The past is the past, get a hold of yourself girl. You have a new life ahead of you. A new respectable life…”
Violet took another deep cleansing breath to steady herself and closed the door to her private suite.
“It may not have been the life that I planned but it was my life” she said to herself.
As she boarded the train Violet began to feel a little giddy. She couldn’t help but giggle to herself. “Its time to leave the past in the past and move forward” As the train pulled off she reached into her purse and tossed a wallet into a nearby trash bin. The wallet fell open when it hit the bin. The ID in the front sleeve read “Lillian Blue, 3557 Vinton Lane”
Sitting in her private car on the train Violet allowed the steady chug of the engine to lull her into a relaxed state. Her subconscious moved freely between her past and her present. The gyrating of the train began to impact her thoughts. She tried to fight off the images rushing to the forefront of her mind but fatigue from the sudden move was weighing heavily on her and she would eventually have to succumb.
The parlor was always filled with music on Saturday nights. Toby playing the upright and Nahmie in the kitchen cookin up something good. Now those were the days. The voices and laughter of the girls filled every corner of the place. Even though there was always a lot of traffic, she always kept things under control. Everyone knew the rules of Ms. Lillian’s house. You could have anything you wanted as long as you followed the rules.
Ms. Lillian ran a high class joint and that was reflected in her girls. She made sure that they were all familiar with Victoria’s secrets. Above the door to the hallway that led to the ladies private boudoirs was a signed that read “Cleanliness is next to godliness and this is a godly home”
Ms Lillian was the youngest Madame in the cities history or at least that was what she claimed. She had found a way to turn her own urges into a very profitable business. She herself only serviced a very select clientele. And the men chosen to embark on the odyssey that is Ms Lillian were always thankful for the blessing.
When he walked into Ms. Lillian’s parlor she knew right away her life would never be the same. He was tall, caramel complexioned and built to last. He smelled of sandalwood and vanilla and he spoke with some sort of exotic accent.
“What can I get for you or do to you mister?” One of the younger ladies said to the stranger.
Ms. Lillian could tell right away that this was a man that was used to the finer things in life and he would not settle for anything with the slightest hint of commonality to it. She watched him as he made his way through the parlor and into the main sitting room. She motioned for one of the girls to take him a drink. Not just any drink but something special from her secret stash.
He studied the single malt scotch with a discerning eye. He took a sniff and then raised the class to his lips closing his eyes to allow his taste buds to take in the rich flavor of the scotch. Lillian could just imagine the flavors dancing around his pallet making its way past his tongue and gliding down his throat. He opened his eyes and tilted his glass towards her, graciously thanking her with his eyes.
She smiled back flashing the most beautiful set of pearly whites you have ever seen. She batted her long black eyelashes at him trying to cast a spell on him with her almond shaped eyes. She ran her fingers through her short cropped hair and hit him again with her 100 watt smile. She was rocking the old Halle Berry cut and she knew her sassy style had intrigued this as well as many other men. When she exited the room toward her private patio she knew he would follow and of course he did. This would mark the beginning of a very passionate romance.
The train lurched forward and came to a stop. Violet rubbed the back of her neck to get the kinks out. She looked at her watch out of habit to check the time. It has only been four hours since the train originally pulled out of the station. She checked her cell phone and realized that she had missed Toby’s call. He was always worried about her. He and Nahmie had tried to convince her to fly in but Violet refused. She said “I have spent the better part of my life rushing around and it is about time that just sat back and took my time.”
Violet checked her messages and then shot Toby and Nahmie a quick text message letting them know that she is alright. She opened the door to her private suite and took a quick look around just then the train’s horn sounded and an all aboard came from over the loud speaker. “Wow, I didn’t know they still did that?” she said to herself.
“Yeah, I didn’t know they still did that either, I guess it’s nice to know that some things don’t change” The stranger said as he turned the corner and passé her in the hallway flashing his own version of the 100 watt smile.
His scent lingered in the passageway overwhelming Violets senses. That familiar sensation began beating its way to the forefront of her emotional awareness. She felt her façade beginning to crack. She took a deep breath hoping to regain her composure. A wave of heat engulfed her body followed by the all too familiar hot and cold flashes.
“The past is the past, get a hold of yourself girl. You have a new life ahead of you. A new respectable life…”
Violet took another deep cleansing breath to steady herself and closed the door to her private suite.
Monday, April 6, 2009
This time it would be different. She would not let anyone close enough to expose her. It was up to Violet to do everything in her power to live a normal life. It could be done; she had convinced herself of this fact. She was older and understood human nature, plus she always had her circle of trust to depend on and help her through the intense moments.
Despite Violet’s circle of trust and growing ability to control the sensations, it still did not take away from the loneliness she felt most of the time. Yes Nahmie understood; yes Toby understood; but that did not make the every day facade any easier. Violet was the one who had to suppress what was most natural to her very being… every day, every hour and almost every minute.
People take normalcy for granted. They take routine for granted. Always grabbing for the next step, the next plateau and wanting to outgrow their current space---not realizing that each minute builds upon the next. Imagine if every thought whether intentional or not could materialize. How long would it take before you recognized this was happening? How often do we have random responses to different stimuli throughout our daily journey? If you needed to, if you absolutely had to, could you control your every thought?
Violet was still trying to figure out if the condition was progressing. It seemed that even in her sleep she was becoming a prisoner to her mind. For the last few months she was very careful about the things she watched on television or listened to before going to bed. Her mind was impressionable and she could not put anything into it that she did not want to dream about, possibly live out later. There were signs left behind in her bed and on her clothes that she could not explain. Weird scents that were unfamiliar and foreign, sometimes the smells didn’t even seem human. Then the way her body physically felt, it was as though she was very active in even her sleep now. What all this evidence pointed to was not clearly revealed to her just yet, but something was changing.
The focus now was on Violet’s soon-to-be new environment. Nahmie had spent several summers in Oxford and had nothing but good things to report. It was a well-respected academic town, with lots of old money. It was listed as one of the top cities to retire, hardly what Violet was after in this stage of her life. At this point though she had to focus on the positives, at least this place was known for something. She was going to start her new position as an adjunct professor at Ole’ Miss.
Most exciting was the living space she was leasing for the school year. It looked absolutely enchanting online and the realtor had nothing but good things to say about the property. Too bad time did not permit her to visit ahead of the school year to check out the space in-person. With virtual tours, faxes and phones, it really was not necessary to spend the extra money on the trip. Violet had convinced herself that it would be fine; however she was big on the energy of her living space, especially because she was destined to spend a large chunk of her time there.
There was still much to do to start this new chapter of her life. Different from all the other times, Violet had a distinct nervousness in her spirit that she just could not shake. All along she wondered would she be settled for a while. She found herself getting lost in her thoughts and she quickly had to rein her mind in. That was close, she had to get better at not loosing control of her thoughts; she reminded herself that the consequences of not doing so were negligent at best.
Despite Violet’s circle of trust and growing ability to control the sensations, it still did not take away from the loneliness she felt most of the time. Yes Nahmie understood; yes Toby understood; but that did not make the every day facade any easier. Violet was the one who had to suppress what was most natural to her very being… every day, every hour and almost every minute.
People take normalcy for granted. They take routine for granted. Always grabbing for the next step, the next plateau and wanting to outgrow their current space---not realizing that each minute builds upon the next. Imagine if every thought whether intentional or not could materialize. How long would it take before you recognized this was happening? How often do we have random responses to different stimuli throughout our daily journey? If you needed to, if you absolutely had to, could you control your every thought?
Violet was still trying to figure out if the condition was progressing. It seemed that even in her sleep she was becoming a prisoner to her mind. For the last few months she was very careful about the things she watched on television or listened to before going to bed. Her mind was impressionable and she could not put anything into it that she did not want to dream about, possibly live out later. There were signs left behind in her bed and on her clothes that she could not explain. Weird scents that were unfamiliar and foreign, sometimes the smells didn’t even seem human. Then the way her body physically felt, it was as though she was very active in even her sleep now. What all this evidence pointed to was not clearly revealed to her just yet, but something was changing.
The focus now was on Violet’s soon-to-be new environment. Nahmie had spent several summers in Oxford and had nothing but good things to report. It was a well-respected academic town, with lots of old money. It was listed as one of the top cities to retire, hardly what Violet was after in this stage of her life. At this point though she had to focus on the positives, at least this place was known for something. She was going to start her new position as an adjunct professor at Ole’ Miss.
Most exciting was the living space she was leasing for the school year. It looked absolutely enchanting online and the realtor had nothing but good things to say about the property. Too bad time did not permit her to visit ahead of the school year to check out the space in-person. With virtual tours, faxes and phones, it really was not necessary to spend the extra money on the trip. Violet had convinced herself that it would be fine; however she was big on the energy of her living space, especially because she was destined to spend a large chunk of her time there.
There was still much to do to start this new chapter of her life. Different from all the other times, Violet had a distinct nervousness in her spirit that she just could not shake. All along she wondered would she be settled for a while. She found herself getting lost in her thoughts and she quickly had to rein her mind in. That was close, she had to get better at not loosing control of her thoughts; she reminded herself that the consequences of not doing so were negligent at best.
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