He stares out of the window, shaking his head, his thought lies solely with her, she is his nemesis, the grain in the bottle for a hen ,untouchable but a reasonable part of him that speaks up once in a while at this moment speaks; His conscience says should you be thinking of her? she belongs to someone else, not only that she belongs to someone else , the someone else is close to you so close that i don't think GOD will forgive you if you make a move on her.
Marcus starts to speak out loudly to himself, if i can't have her nobody can and i will make sure nobody does then the door bell rings in walks Isabella, walking elegantly like an angel floating in the clouds, like an eagle soaring effortlessly above raging storms. She is wearing a red dress with a long slit in front that exposes her skin from her lap down to her foot, her skin is ravishing like a day old baby and as she walks the slit moves and reveals a tiny lacy bit of her red panties and again as usual Marcus was lost starring at her legs and she knows it. It's rude to stare you know says Isabella WHAT!? responds Marcus then Isabella repeated herself ,Marcus burst into laughter somewhat between crazy and weird.
I need a favor Isabella said walking towards Marcus, name and i will get it done replied Marcus but know this Marcus continues whatever it is when i do it , you will owe me and i don't take money as payment, whatever you say answered Isabella who by this time is sitting on a blue velvet chair directly opposite Marcus in a peculiar way showing a lot more that the lacy bits .Marcus stood frozen and could not take his eyes of Isabella's bits no matter how hard he tries, some one from my past is trying to ruin my present Isabella broke the akward silence and i have tried to offer her anything she wants but she refuses to accept so am thinking if you can help me persuade her in your way and then she winked twice at Marcus.... To be continued