clips. Around her neck she wore a matching
diamond pendant. She was radiant.
Applying an even layer of lipstick, she smiled timidly. “How do I
look?”
James had no words. He’d never seen anything so beautiful.
“Wow!” he exclaimed. “Red is definitely your color, kitten.” Taking
her hand, he led her out of the apartment.
James paused at the door for a moment and spoke into his sleeve.
“We’re on the move,” he stated authoritatively.
Looking around bewildered, Rainne grinned. “Who are you
talking to?”
“My partner Alton is in the mobile unit keeping tabs on us
through GPS,” he said as he led her into the elevator.
“Where is he?” she asked, fidgeting.
“He’s on a bus in the parking garage.” Taking her hand as they
exited the elevator, he motioned towards the very bus he was referring
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to as he pressed a keyless entry unit and a ‘beep, beep’ echoed
through the parking complex.
Rainne paused as James opened her door for her. He was holding
open the door to the biggest Hummer she’d ever seen. “Do you know
how much gas this thing burns?” she scoffed. “That is the biggest
environmental plight on the road.”
He motioned with his free hand. “Just get in.”
Stepping up to the vehicle, she paused. The seat came almost
parallel to her breasts. Before she could wonder aloud, he gripped one
hand under her arm and the other on her hip. Placing her foot on the
step, she jumped in. As he closed the door behind her, she leaned over
the seat and opened his door for him.
James paused behind the Hummer, hearing the door open. He
instantly remembered something his father told him. “Always open
car doors for the ladies. If she returns the favor, she’s a keeper.”
Chuckling softly to himself, he entered the driver’s side and fired up
the engine.
* * * *
Rainne looked around the interior of the vehicle and was amazed
at the complexity of it all. “Holy Starship Enterprise, Batman,” she
chimed, giggling. She had an overwhelming urge to start pushing
buttons.
James glanced at her, a smile dawning on his face. “Yeah, it’s
pretty high tech. We travel for work, and it helps if we take the fewest vehicles possible. We normally take this one and the bus.”
“It must be cool to travel all over.” She was desperate to hear his
voice. It seemed to caress her, it didn’t matter what he said. As long
as she heard his voice.
“You must’ve traveled all over the world with your folks,” he
said.
“Not likely,” she snorted. “My folks never took me anywhere.
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Their trips were for business, and my clients rarely leave their house.
I’ve never been farther west than Colorado.”
* * * *
Wow! He couldn’t imagine not traveling. “What exactly do you do for a living?” He couldn’t help but ask. Her mother had said she was a
maid.
Rainne cleared her throat. “For the ones that live in their homes, I
cook and clean, I do their shopping and banking. Take them to
appointments. Take care of their animals. Whatever needs to be done.
We have a few who are in nursing homes, and their kids pay us to
keep them company. We go a few times a week and play bridge or
have lunch with them.” A small smile graced her face.
James couldn’t miss the resolve in her voice. She loved what she
did. “That’s very noble. Is it hard emotionally? When they die or
when you have to stop going because they can’t pay you anymore?”
“Well, we never turn anyone away because they can’t pay. We do
what we can for them. We also refer them to free programs that can
help. We have a client in a nursing home now. His kids couldn’t
afford to keep paying us to visit him. They live too far away to visit
more than a few times a year, and they want to make sure he’s being
cared for properly. I talked to the family, and we worked out a deal. I
go twice a week and eat lunch with him and take him to the park.
When
diamond pendant. She was radiant.
Applying an even layer of lipstick, she smiled timidly. “How do I
look?”
James had no words. He’d never seen anything so beautiful.
“Wow!” he exclaimed. “Red is definitely your color, kitten.” Taking
her hand, he led her out of the apartment.
James paused at the door for a moment and spoke into his sleeve.
“We’re on the move,” he stated authoritatively.
Looking around bewildered, Rainne grinned. “Who are you
talking to?”
“My partner Alton is in the mobile unit keeping tabs on us
through GPS,” he said as he led her into the elevator.
“Where is he?” she asked, fidgeting.
“He’s on a bus in the parking garage.” Taking her hand as they
exited the elevator, he motioned towards the very bus he was referring
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to as he pressed a keyless entry unit and a ‘beep, beep’ echoed
through the parking complex.
Rainne paused as James opened her door for her. He was holding
open the door to the biggest Hummer she’d ever seen. “Do you know
how much gas this thing burns?” she scoffed. “That is the biggest
environmental plight on the road.”
He motioned with his free hand. “Just get in.”
Stepping up to the vehicle, she paused. The seat came almost
parallel to her breasts. Before she could wonder aloud, he gripped one
hand under her arm and the other on her hip. Placing her foot on the
step, she jumped in. As he closed the door behind her, she leaned over
the seat and opened his door for him.
James paused behind the Hummer, hearing the door open. He
instantly remembered something his father told him. “Always open
car doors for the ladies. If she returns the favor, she’s a keeper.”
Chuckling softly to himself, he entered the driver’s side and fired up
the engine.
* * * *
Rainne looked around the interior of the vehicle and was amazed
at the complexity of it all. “Holy Starship Enterprise, Batman,” she
chimed, giggling. She had an overwhelming urge to start pushing
buttons.
James glanced at her, a smile dawning on his face. “Yeah, it’s
pretty high tech. We travel for work, and it helps if we take the fewest vehicles possible. We normally take this one and the bus.”
“It must be cool to travel all over.” She was desperate to hear his
voice. It seemed to caress her, it didn’t matter what he said. As long
as she heard his voice.
“You must’ve traveled all over the world with your folks,” he
said.
“Not likely,” she snorted. “My folks never took me anywhere.
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55
Their trips were for business, and my clients rarely leave their house.
I’ve never been farther west than Colorado.”
* * * *
Wow! He couldn’t imagine not traveling. “What exactly do you do for a living?” He couldn’t help but ask. Her mother had said she was a
maid.
Rainne cleared her throat. “For the ones that live in their homes, I
cook and clean, I do their shopping and banking. Take them to
appointments. Take care of their animals. Whatever needs to be done.
We have a few who are in nursing homes, and their kids pay us to
keep them company. We go a few times a week and play bridge or
have lunch with them.” A small smile graced her face.
James couldn’t miss the resolve in her voice. She loved what she
did. “That’s very noble. Is it hard emotionally? When they die or
when you have to stop going because they can’t pay you anymore?”
“Well, we never turn anyone away because they can’t pay. We do
what we can for them. We also refer them to free programs that can
help. We have a client in a nursing home now. His kids couldn’t
afford to keep paying us to visit him. They live too far away to visit
more than a few times a year, and they want to make sure he’s being
cared for properly. I talked to the family, and we worked out a deal. I
go twice a week and eat lunch with him and take him to the park.
When
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