Here
is part of the opening chapter from my latest book. This is a complete novel and is erotic in nature. Here is the link where you can obtain the
complete book.
A Little Devil in Georgia
The first bright rays of sunlight began streaming through
the bedroom window just as the alarm clock jolted Carter Mayweather from his
sleep. He stretched and reached out to
his wife's side of the bed not because he wanted to feel her sleeping body but
because he wanted to be sure that she really was gone. He had looked forward to this bachelor's
weekend for some time and he wanted to make sure that it was actually about to
reach fruition. His wife had gone off
to visit her sister in Atlanta leaving Carter alone to do anything that he
wanted for two whole days. Today he had
a tee time at one of the more upscale golf courses for 10 a.m. and then lunch
with his best friend and co-conspirator Randy Marvin. And to top everything off he had a dinner and hopefully a
sleepover with a woman he had met on-line. So Carter was feeling very good as
he climbed out of bed and made his way into the bathroom for his morning
routine.
Everything seemed completely normal to him until he climbed
out of the shower and started to throw his used towel into the corner. Then he noticed that was where yesterday's
used towel also was. For some unknown
reason he felt compelled to pick up both towels and take them into the laundry
room. He started to drop them into the
hamper, which was now about half full but he could not release those towels
from his hands. Instead he felt obliged
to open the top of the washer and put the towels in the drum. And as long as he was doing that he might
just as well add the clothes from the hamper as well. He had never done a load of wash in his life and something in the
back of his brain told him that he should not be trying to do something now
that he had avoided for his entire life.
But no matter how hard he tried he could not walk out of that room
without completing the task. He studied
the dials, having no idea what he was looking for. Finally he decided that his wife probably had things set the way
they should be so he added a capful of laundry detergent and then rotated the
dial to start. When nothing happened he
finally pushed and pulled on the knob and low and behold water started filling
the drum. He closed the lid and looked
around and finally was able to exit the room.
As he made his way back into his bedroom he noticed that the
bed was a mess from his restless tossing the night before. He just could not leave it that way. He felt compelled to try and straighten out
the sheets and covers. He had never
done this task either and soon found that it was not as easy as it looked. His wife had always taken care of such
mundane things so he struggled with each corner trying to get them just
right. By now the sun had brightened
the room completely and he figured that he was running out of time to make the
first tee. Randy would be knocking at
the door any minute and he had not even started the coffee pot. Oh well, he figured they could stop on their
way to the course and pick up some coffee.
He went to his closet and pulled out his golfing outfit and
carefully laid the clothes on the now pristine made bed. He opened his top drawer to get out
underwear and socks but he noticed that nothing was in any semblance of order
and for some unknown reason his mind just could not stand the sight of
disorder. So he pulled everything out of
the drawer and laid it on the bed and began folding his underwear and socks and
placing them carefully back into the dresser.
Satisfied that everything seemed to be in the proper place, he pulled
out one pair of shorts and one pair of socks to wear for the day. He was now nearly dressed all that was left
was to put on his golf cleats and walk out the door.
He checked the clock on the microwave and saw that he had a
few minutes before Randy should arrive so he figured he might as well check the
refrigerator to see if there was something that he could eat quickly. But as he opened the door he found that the
refrigerator was in total disarray. He
felt compelled to straighten up the mess and soon discovered that he had
emptied the entire contents onto the counter and was busy cleaning out dishes
of semi-spoiled food. In just a short
order he had a stack of dirty dishes in the sink. Satisfied that all that was left from the contents was good food
that was properly sealed he started to restock the fridge. But he just could not bring himself to do
that without at least cleaning the insides of the fridge. He had no idea how that task was supposed to
be accomplished but he figured a fresh sponge and some dish detergent would
work so he opened the bottom cupboard under the sink to hunt for a sponge. But of course that meant that he had to
organize that space as well. He got
down on his knees and began pulling everything out and putting it on the
kitchen floor. Just then he heard the
loud knock at the door and he knew that Randy had arrived and he was not going
to be a happy camper.
Carter pulled the door open and noticed the grimace on his
friends face.
"What in hell are you doing?" Randy asked. "We are going to be late for our tee
time."
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