Thursday, January 24, 2013
The next day, I spent most of the morning at the gym, working up a sweat with my multiple workouts. I had lunch and met up with McKayla afterwards to do some kickboxing, Krav Maga, cage fighting, and MMA Combat. McKayla wore a purple-and-black sports bra and matching long pants while I wore the same thing except mine’s turquoise and gray. McKayla and I took turns kicking each other’s asses for fun. She was even impressed with my form and high kicks; I was impressed with her expertise in MMA Combat. After our ass-kicking workout, I then said to McKayla, “You really kicked ass! Tell me, how did you get this good?” “My brother Kieran, he started getting into mixed martial arts and kickboxing. I help him practice every now and then. He’s been into MMA since having to recover from a football season-ending injury. How about you?” McKayla said. “I’m just adding more variety to my fitness repertoire. In addition to MMA Combat, Krav Maga, etc., I also do strip aerobics, yoga, belly dancing, spinning, and Zumba. I’m just trying to fight off my depression since Carl and my unborn baby had died and not to mention being laid off from my job. I’m already considering cutting back on the spinning and trading it for kettle bell. My OB/GYN, a female, said that the excessive pressure from spinning can cause tingling and numbness, making the vagina less sexually responsive over time.” I said to her. “That’s a good idea. Plus, exercise is a good way to lift the mood.” McKayla replied. “You said that Kieran used to play football in high school?” I asked her. “Yeah, he played from pee-wee league all the way to high school. He was the quarterback of our high school football team, the Palisades High Buccaneers. Kieran had a torn knee ligament and had been recovering from surgery for a while now.” McKayla said. “My little brother and I were student athletes ourselves.” I said as McKayla and I went to a nearby juice/smoothie bar after a shower and a quick change of clothes. “You and your little brother were student athletes? What sports did you two play?” McKayla asked me. “Jonathan, my little brother, played basketball, baseball, and soccer. I, on the other hand, played softball and volleyball. We went to Culver City High and our teams were the Knights and Lady Knights. We were also A+ Honor Roll students and even joined student clubs.” I said. “Wow, that’s awesome!” McKayla exclaimed. “So what sports did you play in high school?” I asked McKayla. “I did cheerleading, soccer, swimming, gymnastics, softball, and lacrosse.” McKayla replied. “Impressive! You would be a perfect fitness/athletic wear model!” I said to her. “I’m flattered and all, but I’m super busy. When I’m not playing all those sports and working out, I work at Hooters, sketching designs, and helping my siblings. All that and the Elite League.” McKayla said as she took a sip of her strawberry banana smoothie. “So what kind of designs do you sketch?” I asked as I took a sip of my mango-pineapple-orange-banana smoothie. “Sportswear, yoga wear, and swimwear. In fact, I have a design studio by my house.” McKayla said. “Sounds so awesome.” I replied. After replenishing at the juice/smoothie bar, McKayla and I shopped at Lulumon for yoga clothes. We then went to Namaste Yoga studio, where I often go to de-stress and calm down. McKayla and I put our hairs up in ponytail; McKayla’s caramel-hued locks were down to her shoulders before putting it up in a ponytail. We even wore our new yoga clothes to the class. I put my purple yoga mat in the middle of the hardwood floor and McKayla placed her pink yoga mat next to mine. A few more people arrived and class began once the instructor got started. The instructor’s name is Trina; she had long, medium blonde hair in a ponytail and blue eyes. She was tall yet fit in-all-the-right-places, and when it comes to yoga, very flexible with her body. While class was in session, the room was filled with the sound of soft, chilled house music and the scent of calming lavender. Trina even complimented me and McKayla on our triangle poses. After an hour, class was over and Trina greeted everyone “Namaste”. “Wow, that was very relaxing.” I said to McKayla. “I’m officially a yoga fan.” McKayla happily replied. As McKayla and I chatted, I was then approached by a tall, dark brown-haired and handsome man who wore a dark blue tank top with black yoga pants. “Well, that was a great workout. I felt so relaxed.” He said. “It was definitely relaxing. I haven’t seen you here before.” I said to him. “My name’s Noah, Noah Underwood. I’m a fireman with the Anaheim Fire Department. I’m a bit of a novice to yoga. My doctor suggested yoga for my stress buster. I’ve been through a lot of physical and mental stress because of my job.” He said to me. “Nice to meet you, Noah. I’m Kat and this is my friend McKayla.” I said to him. “Nice to meet you both. I live and work in Anaheim.” Noah replied. “I live in Fair Oaks.” I replied. “I’m from Long Beach.” McKayla said. “How often do you come here to yoga?” Noah asked me. “I come here two to three times a week; sometimes I go to a gym to do yoga, among other things.” I responded. “That’s great. I was wondering if I can come over to your place and we can do yoga together.” Noah suggested. “Great idea, Noah. You can come over to my house tomorrow morning, if you like. I got a few yoga DVDs we can use.” I responded as I wrote down my address on a Post-It note and gave it to him. “Thanks, I look forward to seeing you for morning yoga.” Noah responded. “I too look forward to doing yoga in the AM. See you in the morning, Noah.” I said. “I’ll bring my yoga mat.” Noah said as he left the studio. After a very busy day of working out with McKayla, I stopped by Fatburger; I had a XXL Fat Burger with Swiss cheese, grilled mushrooms, bacon, A1 sauce, and egg with fat fries and a Diet Coke. After I savored my lunch and let it digest, I went online to look for a dress to wear for Simon and Bianca’s vow-renewal ceremony. As I looked for a dress, I called and chatted with all my friends. I then invited Marissa, McKayla, and Jetta to Girls’ Night Out on Friday; they were excited and accepted my invitation. I continued looking for a bridesmaid dress for a few minutes until I found the perfect one. I saw a picture of a dark green satin floor-length gown with a halter neckline. The dress even had a matching wide ribbon with a sparkling flower pin. So I printed out the picture from my computer and put it in my purse. I then called my sister-in-law Annaliesa and chatted with her on the phone. She was in her apartment a couple of blocks from her school, the Art Institute of San Diego. I asked Annaliesa if she wanted to hang out with me tomorrow if she’s not busy. “Sure, I would love to since my classes are in the daytime and my last class of the day ends in noon.” She said to me. “Great. So I’ll see you at twelve o’clock. I’ll be there at eleven.” I said to her. “Okay, I’ll see you then.” Annaliesa replied as we hung up at the same time. My sister-in-law Annaliesa Nadiya Stevenson studies interior design and hopes to have her own design firm. She reads a lot of home design magazines such as Better Homes & Gardens and gets ideas from there. The next morning, I woke myself up and got ready for morning yoga with Noah. I rolled out my yoga mat and also moved the coffee table in the living room out of the way. At 9AM, Noah arrived at my house with his yoga mat and his yoga apparel. He wore black tank top that showed off his muscled arms and black yoga pants. “Noah, I’m so glad you could make it.” I said to Noah as we walked into the living room. I turned on the living room TV and the DVD player and put on my AM/PM yoga DVD. Noah and I started on the AM exercises; we even practiced our breathing. I briefly checked out Noah’s body. For a fireman, he was quite flexible and very fit; I secretly wondered if he does yoga shirtless when he’s alone at home. After an hour of stretching, Noah and I had a cool down. “Which way is your bathroom? I could use a nice shower.” Noah said to me. “It’s upstairs to your left.” I replied. “Thanks.” He said to me as he went upstairs. As Noah went upstairs to the bathroom to take his shower, I went into the kitchen and fixed up two glasses of ice water, each with a slice of lemon and a slice of lime. I drank my glass of ice water, quietly went up the stairs to the bathroom and put his glass by the sink. I then took out a towel from the bathroom closet and placed it on top of the toilet seat. Without him noticing, I got a little glimpse of Noah’s body by looking at the bathroom mirror. He had well-toned arms, a defined chest, cut abs, a firm ass, and a nice sized cock. I was aroused as I watched the spray of water from the shower run down his naked body. “Let me know when you’re done because I need to take a shower.” I said a little loudly. “I know I’m a guest in your home, but would you like to share the shower with me?” Noah said to me. “Okay.” I replied as I slowly took off my yoga gear in front of him and put my hair up before getting into the shower. Noah took a bottle of body wash and poured it on my body as he kissed my lips. As he rubbed the body wash into lather on my body with a wet body pouf, I softly rubbed my pussy and got myself even wetter. Once I rinsed the soap from my body and turned off the water, I got a bottle of water-based lubricant from the shower caddy and rubbed it into my pussy. I even watched Noah as he stroked his own cock. Once he was nice and hard for me, Noah wrapped his strong arms around my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he slowly slid his cock into my pussy. He kissed my neck as I moaned with each thrust. We lowered onto the bathtub with my legs still wrapped around his waist. Noah continued to move in and out until he came onto my stomach. By the time we cleaned ourselves up, it was 9:30 AM and Noah had to get to the fire station in Anaheim. He kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for the morning yoga and the shower. I then got dressed and drove the Altima to San Diego. I drove to the Art Institute of San Diego where Annaliesa goes to school and studies interior design. I parked my car into the parking lot and went into the campus. I got myself a few snacks courtesy of the student lounge, even got myself a fresh fruit cup. While there, I got to know a few of Annaliesa’s classmates, including a female fashion design student named Andrea. The five-foot-five, strawberry blonde not only complimented on my outfit (a turquoise tank top, a pair of Seven jeans, and my new pair of Skechers), she even measured me with her yellow measuring tape because she was inspired by my curvy-in-all-the-right-places body. Noon came and Annaliesa was done with school for the day. Once I bid the other students good-bye, my sister-in-law went to a nearby bar & grill and had lunch there. We talked about dreams and ambitions while having a delicious lunch. “So what made you want to become an interior designer?” I asked my sister-in-law. “Aside from reading all those decorating magazines my mom has at home and going shopping with her at Haverty’s and Ethan Allen, I sometimes go with dad to Sears. I would look at paint swatches while my dad shops for Craftsman tools; he’s a very good handyman when not on the bench at court. I also believe that a person’s home should fit both their personal style and the exterior of the home.” She replied. “That’s great! I read somewhere that a blue painted bathroom can calm someone down while a red painted kitchen can stimulate one’s appetite. If I were to have my own place, I would want it to be a combination of classic and modern with a touch of warmth. I also want it to have some coziness.” I said to her. “I like that, I like your concept.” Annaliesa replied. After lunch, I dropped her off to her apartment because she had to work on homework and a project for school. I then went off to Wedded Bliss Bridal Boutique while I was in San Diego. There, I began the search for a dress to wear for Simon and Bianca’s vow-renewal ceremony; I even bought the picture of a dress I printed from my computer at home. I took my time looking and trying on several dresses until I found one I truly liked. Finally, I found the dress that was perfect for me. The dress I found was a pink, knee-length, sleeveless number with a ruffled v-neckline and a jeweled sash. I tried it on and it looked so beautiful on me. Not only did the saleswoman agreed with me, she even showed me the accessories section and even made some recommendations. After I bought my dress and shoes, I stopped by the nearest shoe store and had my shoes dyed to match my dress. I came home, put my dress and shoes in the closet, gathered my guns, and drove to the firing range. I first started practicing with the glocks; I even used one with a built-in light. With each of the guns, I practiced shooting with one and both hands. Kwan and DeMarcus were behind me as I slowly turned around. “Relax; it’s us, DeMarcus and Kwan. I must say, you’re getting really good with the guns.” DeMarcus said to me. “Thanks for noticing, DeMarcus.” I replied. I then loaded two .9 mm handguns and practiced my two-hand shooting. “When you first showed me Carl’s gun collection the first time we all got to know you, I thought to myself, ‘Either Carl went to a good pawn shop to get those guns or the D.C. Sniper had a fire sale before his execution.’ Carl himself told me of how much he loves you and how he would do whatever it takes to protect you. In fact, he even joined the local Armed Citizens Council as soon as he got those guns registered.” DeMarcus said to me. “At least he got them legally; I’m also glad and very fortunate that Carl wanted to make sure I was safe.” I said as I continued shooting. “Kat, have you ever tried shooting without looking or even shooting with the guns upside down?” Kwan asked me. “I’m still learning to shoot with one hand and two hands.” I replied. “Let’s try something different.” DeMarcus said as he got a mirror from his pocket. “Try to look at the target into the mirror and shoot.” He then said to me. With that, I looked at the target, reached my right arm over my left shoulder, shot at the target, and tried it with left arm over my right shoulder. Then, I showed them my shooting with my guns pointed sideways, I even shot the target with one hand up at the same level as my eyes while my other hand. Not only that, I even practiced shooting while squatting. Both Kwan and DeMarcus were impressed with my shooting skills, next thing you know, the guys went in and started shooting practice of their own. After an afternoon of target practice, I took my guns and ammo and went home. I unloaded the guns and put the safety lock back in place on each of them. I fixed myself a nice, hot bubble bath, put on my pair of pajamas, wrote a detailed entry about my encounter Noah a.k.a “The Flexible Fireman” in my sex diary, and went online for a bit. I then went into my room and took out a scrapbook that I had made for me and Carl’s wedding. Each time I turned a page, it always brings me back very good memories. I looked at the very first page which featured our invitations to the rehearsal dinner, the wedding, and the bachelorette parties (bridal tea, lingerie shower, spa day, and girls’ night out); the rehearsal dinner invitations were flat, light yellow, and designed with a silverware design, the invitations to my bachelorette bash were custom made, and the wedding invitations had a pearl necklace design on the inside with a white ribbon in the front. On another page, I looked at newspaper clippings of our engagement announcements in the newsletter of William and Jessica’s country club and of course the newspaper. We had all of our bachelor/bachelorette festivities in Palm Springs; we all stayed at the JW Marriot Desert Springs & Spa. Then, I looked at the pictures from the four bachelorette parties I had with the bridal party. Carl did have a bachelor party; he and his friends went golfing and to a sports bar. There were even a few pictures of Carl and the guys at the golf course included in the scrapbook. I turned the page and looked at the pictures from our rehearsal dinner; we had it at Spencer’s Restaurant at The Mountain and I even had a copy of their menu in the scrapbook. I turned to a page that had me and the girls at the Spa Desert Springs where we had our spa day. I even laughed at the picture of me and all the ladies in our plush white bathrobes and our flip flops. On the day of my wedding, I was given something old (a handkerchief from my mother’s mother), something new (a pearl-encrusted clutch), something borrowed (a sliver locket from my best friend), and something blue (a bottle of Midnight Poison). The next few pages I looked at involved the main event: the wedding. Our wedding had a diamonds-and-pearls theme, which I came up with because I was inspired from two classic movies: Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (because of the famous Marilyn Monroe song “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend”) and Breakfast at Tiffany’s (because of Audrey Hepburn’s signature look and her pearl necklace in the movie); the first two pages were about the ceremony itself. The wedding ceremony took place on an early afternoon at a United Methodist Church in downtown Palm Springs and ordained by Minister Reginald Grant. Everyone was in attendance: friends, family, co-workers, high school friends, etc. The church was decorated with organza ribbons and white flower centerpieces; miniature candles were lit and placed down the aisle. While the bridesmaids, groomsmen, flower girl, ring bearer, and parents made their arrivals, a five-piece string quartet (three violinists, a cello player, and a harpist) played Pachabel in Canon D. As soon as the church organist started playing The Wedding March, everyone in the pews stood as I made my entrance. I looked radiant as a bride should be as my father escorted me down the aisle. My bridesmaids all wore a blush-colored Mikado dress with a peplum and their shoes were dyed to match the dresses but they each wore different styles of shoes; the groomsmen all wore Kenneth Cole suits, which were black jackets and pants, black vests, white button down shirts, and black bowties. My wedding gown was super special; it was a strapless satin dress with a sweetheart neckline, draped pearls on the lace-covered bodice, a white satin sash with a diamond-studded, flower-shaped pin, and a ball gown skirt. I wore a long, waist-length white lace veil over my face; my bridal bouquet consisted of white and pink roses with Swarovski crystals and miniature pearls with the long stems tied together with rose leaves. My then-natural black hair was styled in a gorgeous, sleek, smooth high ponytail with tightly curled ends. I also wore a Swarovski crystal flower hair comb with pearls on top of my head. I kept my make-up light with a soft pearl pink lip gloss. As far as jewelry was concerned, I was iced out; I had on a pair a winged diamond and South Sea pearl earrings on my ears, an ivory four-strand pearl necklace with a diamond rose-shaped brooch on my neck, a diamond Bulova ladies’ watch on my left wrist, and of course my engagement ring on my ring finger. I shared a hug with my parents before I walked up to Carl. He looked so handsome in his Vera Wang tuxedo and he even had on a brown-strapped, rose gold-toned Bulova watch to coordinate with my white diamond Bulova watch. Carl and I even read our own written vows, which to everyone was heartwarming, lightly humorous, and touching at the same time. Once the “I Do’s” were made, the rings were exchanged, and the minister said, “You may now kiss the bride”, Carl happily lifted my veil and we shared the sweetest, most tender kiss. After the ceremony, we went on to the reception, which was held at St. Regis Monarch Beach at Dana Point. The 12,000 square foot Pacific Ballroom was spacious enough for both of our families and our many friends (friends from high school, Carl’s golfing and football buddies, our parents’ friends, our scout troop friends, co-workers, and even our teachers). The tables each had a vase filled with white roses and gardenias, adorned with crystals and Kate Spade dinnerware placed on each table. Hanging flower balls hanged from the ceiling, each with red and pink roses. We even had a DJ at our wedding; he even introduced us as Mr. and Mrs. Carl Stevenson. I also wore a second dress for the reception; it was a diamond white high-low organza dress with a sweetheart neckline, corseted closure, a bubble-hem trim, and a Swarovski encrusted belt. It was a good chance to even show off my shoes, a pair of white satin stilettos with crystal-embellished heels. For our first dance, Carl and I danced to Michael Buble’s “Everything”, which reminded me and Carl of our very first date when he took me to a Michael Buble concert and had dinner afterwards. When it came for the father-daughter dance, the DJ played “Butterfly Kisses” by Bob Carlisle; my mother got teary-eyed with joy when she watched me danced with my father, same with William and Annaliesa. Jonathan had the honor of making the first toast, which was funny and sweet at the same time. The food was served buffet-style so that everyone can walk around and fix their plates. We had a carving station for the meats, a salad/pasta bar, a seafood section, a condiments section, and a dessert buffet. Let’s not forget the wedding cakes, three wedding cakes to be exact because we had a lot of guests at our wedding; the main wedding cake was a five-tier custom made round layer cake decorated with five strands of ivory and white pearls on each tier, each layer had a different flavor and separated by a layer of white chocolate mousse: chocolate with chocolate frosting (bottom layer), vanilla on vanilla buttercream (fourth layer), red velvet with cream cheese frosting (third layer), marble cake on chocolate fondant (second layer), and strawberry cake on strawberry (top layer). The cake was topped with crystallized monograms of our first name initials surrounded by edible diamonds. Carl simply loved his groom cake, it was a two layer groom cake with the logo of the San Diego Chargers on the top layer and the team name on the bottom layer, decorated with the team colors, and inside was a chocolate layer cake with chocolate ganache and a thin layer of Grand Marnier mousse between the layers. The third cake was something very different for our wedding because we came up with it together and also because it was something no other couple has ever done before. For the third cake, we were inspired by our honeymoon in the Florida Keys. The five things that came to our minds when it came to the Florida Keys were: rum, pirates, beaches, mermaids, and key lime. Our “couple’s cake” had five layers and each cake layer had a flavor mixed with a flavored rum. The fifth layer was Key Lime cake (flavored with Captain Morgan Lime Bite lime-flavored rum) and lime vanilla buttercream icing, the fourth layer vanilla (flavored with Bacardi Vanilla vanilla-flavored rum) and vanilla buttercream icing, the third layer lemon cake (flavored with Bacardi Limon lemon-flavored rum) and lemon icing, the second layer raspberry (flavored with Bacardi Razz raspberry-flavored rum) and raspberry buttercream icing, and the top layer mango cake with mango curd (flavored with Captain Morgan Parrot Bay Mango rum) covered in mango lime icing. The layers were each decorated with ribbons and fondant seashells, pirates, mermaids, turtles, and treasure chests; the cake was topped with a figurine of a swashbuckler and a pirate queen with a treasure chest filled with coins and jewels. My friends Naomi catered and Holly made the cakes, I even recommended them to the guests if they ever need a caterer and a chef for their get-togethers. The DJ played plenty of upbeat tunes to keep everybody grooving on the dance floor, we even had a Soul Train line. When it came time to cut the wedding cakes, Carl and I even took turns feeding each other. Everyone loved the wedding cakes, especially our “couple’s cake” In my scrapbook, I had the wedding playlist, a monogrammed napkin, copy of the menu, pictures of all the food, photos of me and Carl together, our wedding registries (we were registered at Kohl’s, Macy’s, William-Sonoma, Bed Bath & Beyond, etc., we also had a charity registry that gave donations to the Boy Scouts of America & Girl Scouts of America being that we were both scouts as kids.) and of course of us with all the guests, family, and friends. Everyone at our wedding took home gift bags and take-out boxes of all of the food. Before leaving for our honeymoon, Carl and I even personally delivered the remaining food to local food banks. We even donated the rest of our “couple’s cake” to a friend of Carl’s who was having a pirate-and-mermaid themed birthday/costume party, they loved the rum-infused layer cake so much, all the guests said “Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum” and the cake was pirate approved! On the last section of my wedding scrapbook were pictures of our Florida Keys honeymoon. The pages had where we dine, stay, and sightsee; there were also pictures of us at the beach. I then reminisced about my romantic honeymoon with Carl; I even remembered the lingerie I wore, which was a midnight satin and black lace bra with detachable strands of faux pearls in the straps and a pair of matching panties with midnight silk satin side ties and detachable strands of faux pearls. After looking through my entire wedding scrapbook, I put the scrapbook back on the shelf. I then looked into my lingerie drawer and pulled out that bra and panty I wore on my honeymoon night. I thought to myself, “I definitely need to get my sexy back right away, even though I’m widowed. Baby steps, Kat. Baby steps.” So I put the honeymoon lingerie back into the lingerie drawer and went back online. I looked up three websites: Avon, Mary Kay, and Slumber Party. Each of them have opportunities to make extra money, which was what I need so I can have another source of income other than my unemployment checks from all six jobs I that had and also Carl’s insurance policy. I signed up on all three websites to get sales kits and other information. But there’s still the Elite League to consider because I waited to hear from them. A few minutes later, my cell phone vibrated. I looked to find two text massages from Kwan. The first one said: “After watching your many skills, we came to a decision and you’re officially in. Welcome to the Elite League, Kat!” The second one said: “Your first assignment starts Thursday night at 8:45 PM. Location: The Drummond House, Pay for the job: $25,000, more details to follow.” So far, I made the Elite League and tomorrow not do I have to improve my many skills but also to develop my contract killer persona. I already got an alter ego when in contract killing mode and her name is The Widow.
Thursday, January 03, 2013
“My name’s Josh. What’s your name?” He said to me. “My name’s Katherine, but you can call me Kat.” I replied. Josh then introduced me to his friends, a young female with ash blonde hair named Ingrid and another young male, a dark haired friend named Drew. “I like your swimsuit. It really fits your body nicely. Where did you get it?” Ingrid said to me. “I got this at the Beach Bunny Swimwear website.” I replied. “Wow! That is so cool! I get most of my swimwear from that website too. We should go swimsuit shopping sometime.” Ingrid happily exclaimed. “We should! I like your swimsuit, too.” I said as I looked at Ingrid’s black monokini with pink lace trim that fit her slender-yet-not-very-skinny body. “Thanks.” Ingrid replied happily. The four of us played a fun-yet-competitive game of beach volleyball. I had a lot of fun and I didn’t diving into the sand a few times. Even Josh and his friends were impressed with me. “How did you get so good at volleyball?” Drew asked me. “I played volleyball in high school. In fact, it’s been a long time since I’ve played.” I said to him. We played for a good set of five rounds. Being a good sport, I shook Drew and Ingrid’s hands and said to them, “Great game.” “You can play with us anytime.” Ingrid said to me. Ingrid and Drew decided to leave early because they had some other plans. I rinsed the sand off of me, showered, and changed into some clothes from my beach bag. After that, Josh and I went to the Beachside Bar & Grill for some lunch. We dined on some surf & turf tacos, which were twelve soft tacos, filled with carne asada, shrimp, and seared scallops and topped with pico de gallo, sour cream, and guacamole. “I had a great time playing beach volleyball with you and your friends, Josh.” I said to him as I took a bite of one of the tacos. “I had fun too, Kat. I might say you look hot in your bikini.” Josh replied to me. “Why thanks for noticing.” I said as I took a sip of my Diet Coke. “So are you single, married, or divorced?” Josh asked me. “I’m widowed. I lost my husband a couple of months ago.” I said. “I’m so sorry to hear that.” Josh said to me. “That’s okay. So how about you? Are you seeing anyone special?” I asked him. “No, I’m very single. Want to hang out and chill at my place?” Josh replied. “Sure, where do you live?” I asked him. “I live over in Venice Beach.” Josh said. After a very delicious lunch, I went into my car and followed him and his red Jeep Grand Cherokee to his place. I was amazed by the sight of his place in Venice Beach. It was a 3,700 square foot, Mediterranean-style house with three floors, high ceilings, tall doors, and French windows; the house also had three and a half bathrooms and four bedrooms. As soon as Josh opened the door with his house key, he gave me the grand tour. The center-island cook’s kitchen was equipped with Viking appliances, granite counters, and a porcelain farmhouse kitchen sink. He even showed me the laundry room on the second level and the dining patio. The lower level had a fifth bedroom, an office, and the two-car garage with outdoor gated area for two more cars. He then showed me his bedroom, which was the master bedroom suite upstairs. His bedroom had a private balcony, an antique-tiled fireplace, and a spa bathroom. “What a very nice place you have there.” I said to Josh as we went into the living room and sat on the sofa together. “Thanks. Sometimes I let my parents use my place to entertain their friends when I’m not around, especially with the private wine cellar and all.” Josh replied. “Where do you your parents live?” I asked him. “They live in Santa Monica and I call them once a week. Another thing about my place is that it’s a few blocks to and from my school. I go to Venice Senior High, I’m a senior there and I plan on going to Stanford once I graduate.” Josh said. “That’s amazing! I have a little brother who goes to UCLA, he’s majoring in engineering. I, on the other hand, took a few courses at a community college.” I happily replied. “I bet your mind is just as beautiful as your body.” Josh said to me. I blushed at his compliment as he moved a little closer to me. He then planted a soft kiss on my cheek. “Have you ever had sex with a widowed woman before?” I asked him out of the blue. “Honestly, I’ve never EVER had sex. I waited for the right girl while in high school and the furthest I got was first base. I was in love with a girl I dated but we broke when she moved east. As of now, we’re only friends. Right now, I want to get to know you.” Josh replied as he softly kissed my lips. He looked into my deep chocolate brown eyes and softly stroked long hair as he kissed my lips once more. My arms wrapped around his shoulders while Josh’s hands were on my lower back. “Let’s get more comfortable in my room.” Josh said to me with a smile on his face. I responded by nodding my head as he took my hand and went into his master bedroom suite upstairs. We went into his master bedroom suite where we had resumed making out as he gently we laid on the king-sized, Ralph Lauren navy and white solid colored, sheet-covered bed. I got on top of him as I slowly took off my white Hollister baby tee and Josh took off his olive green t-shirt. I looked into his green eyes as he softly played with my hair. His kisses were soft and sweet; he then reached around and unhooked my white t-shirt bra. He massaged my breasts before kissing and sucking on them. His hands traveled up and down my body while I carefully took off my blue denim miniskirt. I enjoyed my afternoon with Josh as we lay in his bed together. “You’re really amazing, Josh.” I said as I looked into his eyes. He smiled at me as he kissed my cheek and said, “So are you, Kat. You’re like the first woman I ever had sex with, a widow even.” I smiled back at him and said, “Well, I’m much honored to be your first.” With that being said, I kissed his lips. A few minutes later, Josh’s phone rang and he answered it. I gathered all my clothes, went into the bathroom, and got dressed. “Kat, that was my mom on the phone. She and my dad need to borrow my house to entertain some old college friends. I’m sorry you couldn’t stay over.” Josh said as I got out of the bathroom. “It’s okay. I have to get back to my house anyway.” I said as I wrote down my phone numbers on a blank piece of paper and gave it to him. “It was nice meeting you. We should get together sometime.” He said as he walked me to the front door. “Yeah, we should hang out sometime.” I replied as I kissed his lips before getting into the car. As I drove from Josh’s house in Venice, I thought about the encounter and it gave me an idea. I made a quick stop to Barnes & Noble on my back to my house in Fair Oaks and bought a notebook and pen. I got home, sat in my living room, and began writing the very first entry of what was to be my sex diary. I mean, just because I’m a widowed woman, it doesn’t I have be by myself all the time and staying home every day and night. I wrote down in full details the date, time, and what was done on my sexual encounter with Josh. I even wrote a title on the first line by writing down the name of the guy and even gave a nickname for him. For Josh, I wrote, “Josh: The Virgin No More”. After writing in my sex diary, I put the notebook and pen under my bed in the bedroom. Several minutes later, I called my in-laws on my cordless phone by way of speaker phone. I talked them about Carl and the stuff I found in his safe deposit box at Wells Fargo. I told them about the franchise papers, the overseas bank accounts, and the luxury vacation homes. “I had no idea that Carl was making extra money. I mean, he did well for himself with his bank manager’s salary.” William said. “As long as Carl and I had been married, we worked and made good money together. We even paid all the bills together, sometimes early. Plus, we’ve never fought over money EVER!!” I replied. “Not to go off topic, but where are those vacation homes located?” Jessica asked me. “They’re scattered throughout the Caribbean in various locations.” I said to her. “Kat, there’s something I have to tell you.” My father-in-law William said. “What is it?” I asked him. “Carl had another job before the two of you got married.” He said. “I already know about his secret job as a contract killer. A federal agent came by my house one day and told me about it. Did you know about it?” I replied. “I didn’t, but I do know about the extra money he had, in addition to his bank manager salary.” William replied. “If Carl’s so smart about his money, why did he leave a will before he was killed?” I asked. “Well, even though he didn’t have a will, he wanted to make sure you and your unborn baby are financially well-provided.” William replied. “Sadly, I had miscarried and I know how much you two wanted a grandchild.” I said to them. “We were heartbroken when we first heard about it, but keep in mind that we love you very much and also we want you to be happy. Now, don’t you worry about kids right away, just take good care of yourself and focus on other things.” Jessica said empathetically. “If you get the chance, come visit us sometime. We would really like to see you” William added. “I certainly will. Love you both.” I said as I hung up the phone. I then went online and chatted with Bianca via Skype. She was still excited about her and Simon’s impending anniversary. She even showed the ring Simon got for her, which was her re-engagement ring. It had a platinum band with three heart-shaped diamonds; the center heart was bigger and it was also blue. She also showed me the engagement ring she had, which had a 20-carat square cut diamond and set on a silver band. “Those rings are so beautiful.” I said to her happily. Then, I showed her my wedding and engagement rings which were on a sliver chain that I wear as a necklace. My wedding ring was a diamond-encrusted ring set on a rose gold band with a 15-carat round cut diamond surrounded by a circle of mini pink diamonds; my engagement, on the other hand, was a simple square cut diamond ring set on a silver band. I looked forward to see Bianca and Simon renew their wedding vows in Las Vegas. Bianca even showed me a photo from her and Simon’s wedding sixteen years ago. In the black-and-white photo, they smiled and looked into each other’s eyes. They were very happy and very much in love as they were now. I showed her a photo of me and Carl from our wedding; I sometimes look at my wedding photos from my scrapbook and even cried. “Carl was very lucky to have you.” Bianca said to me sympathetically. “Yeah, he was.” I replied as I briefly looked at my rings on the necklace. “Simon and I can’t wait to see you in Las Vegas.” Bianca said happily. “I’m already looking for a dress and a pair of shoes to wear for the ceremony. Say hi to Simon for me.” I said to Bianca with a grin on my face as I logged off for the night.