Hearts Window

Copyright © 2012 by Son of David.

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Contents

Part I

Part II

Part I

Life’ is a funny thing, what was, is now and then will be. It’s forever changing to and fro and has from the birth of the loud beginning, the big bang. And will to the silence of the end yet to come. Life, some say has come a long way from existence, witch is now a distant shadow that can just be seen, known as history. but its blurred, yearning us to see it clearly, why? its no longer, I will tell you why. Its because we wonder where we came from. But don’t be fooled, the past is watching you closely in clear view and is trying to contact you. So close it whispers in your ear and it’s our inner senses telling us someone’s watching THAT MAKES US LOOK BACK SO INTENTLY, something is telling you what you think it is you want so it can show you what not to do again or to be recognized for something that will benefit many into our future lives. It’s the past that is said, you can not go back and change, maybe, not unless what you done once, you do it again. In that case then, the past is your future revisited. Once you wished too do, now is regret and your wish now is of being able too change what was; instead you have wished for it to happen again so you can change it when that moment comes, but when your second chance comes, COULD YOU change it, stranger yet is it your wish, you once wished many moons ago without your knowledge and awareness now, or was it simply planted there by an unseen force and in reality its someone else’s wish or indeed something else trying to show you the way.

They say you can’t look into the future but by wishing you are seeing your future, the harder you wish the more likely it will come true. Some call this an ability I say it’s inevitable because the harder you wish the less likely you will settle for any thing less, so you are looking to the future even if it is very faint but unlike the past it awaits you silently like a object waiting to be picked out, only standing out to a chosen type with a built in attraction. But because of this we wonder where are we going and will I pick the right object. Now, one simple sign that make what you have seen in your mind of wishes seem like your destiny. Will I pick the right object we feel with caution; insecurity though tells us its impossible give up. It’s opening your eyes then your feelings too what you wish it to mean and instinctly you reach for the one that makes you feel good. Now you see your future and you want it, you were looking for it so long you feel, this is known as purpose. Its as if it has transcended with your sole over the time of existence still glowing brightly becoming one with you, a calling some would say, there is something deep inside locking you in on your goals, no way you will let it go no matter the cost without truly knowing why or where it will lead you. This adds pressure and in turn unhappy feelings like insecurity.

But remember this; a wish for the future is what your destiny looks like from a distance and a knee jerk reaction from a brought forth feeling of any kind can and will alter it un imaginably. So make very, very sure your wish is down to the very last detail. Life has a twisted sense of humor when it comes to filling in the blanks not to mention the devious diversions placed before you as you follow your path of destiny testing your resolve. or maybe it’s keeping you honest to it as destiny only wants the true and loyal soul to take its place. So I worn you, be so very careful that there is plenty of detail in your thinking and that it is indeed your thinking or when you finally reach your wish at a closer view point, it may not be what you really wished for after all instead its someone else’s serving only their purpose. Or something else. The worst thing is your heart will not let you forget if its not, so maybe that is what you should truly listen too.

Angela or Angee as here friends new her was one such person who saw her future and so much so,,, tried channeling the energy of life to hastily quicken the process of destiny and success with the use of mystic readings and oras that she believed in heavily. She was an anchor lady on channel 9 news, her face was known all over the state. She covered all the big stories telling the story as she felt they needed to be told to ensure ratings, she was a ferocious, relentless and dower in her persistence to get the story she wanted and portray it the way she felt it needed to be told to get her notice. She was the envy off all her profession and loathed by all that she perused.

Her family was among the richest and influential in the state as were all her friends. They saw life as if it were theirs for the taken, anything they wanted when ever they desired, the best looking men, fast cars, best schools high flying contacts including movie stars, the list was endless. But Angela was not content, no there was one thing missing, it burnt deep in her sole, she had one wish she could not just get at the point of her finger and that made her want it even more plus unknown to Angela these extravagant expectations in her life of high standings have some how have left her feeling entrapped.

Angela was yet too meets the love off her life, the perfect man, her sole mate that she so desired to find without compromising. This, was her only wish for now, she had every thing else. Plus, Angela grew up idealizing her father who was of high standing, finely groomed and too his daughter the best ever. so her vision of the perfect man was all ready staring high. but Unknown too Angela this obsession too find the perfect man will be her down fall, there must be love, fun, and happiness somewhere out there were life has no price nor opinion, just the moment, not how you feel things should appear instead things appear that make you feel. Raw and fresh with out expectations’, once gone each moment different spontaneous that is real and pure happy ness (LIFE) Angela believed without question.

You can not find that with someone who wants only one thing, to better only themselves. and you are only around to help them with their goals. Like her mother did for her father well at least this is what she told her self with in. It was the only reason for the line off work Angela chose.

Her plan was too be able to find perfect man using the most powerful means off communication possible, television and being important enough to TV stations, he was going to be someone interesting surely, seeing she wanted some one special. That was not all Angela was a believer of the mystical reading that taught you to harness your life ora so you could hone in on it better and fast track destiny. and working in an area of communication it had to work better Angela felt as she became inpatient. But here at the station, she witnessed only deceitful men, liars, cheats fraudsters murders rapiers the list is as disgusting as long deviating her wish slightly, even higher. Now because of this environment Angela is witness too day in, day out she intensifies her judgments. To the point she even questioned her sexuality due to her resentfulness against men. Because of that eye opening rawness Angela has formed a defense barrier that can see even the slightest flaw that a man, may be trying to hide by reading his body language and keeping it her memory bank so to recognize it for future reference. This altered her wish ever so slightly Yer! Even higher and we all know what the slightest deflection can do over extended distance or in this case time

Her now trained investigate eye opened with guided trust issues, so to ensure what she hears, is as it sounds or was it how it was meant to sound to her in deception as bait. Now Because of her wish she can see everything in a man; it is as if they were naked well at their souls energy anyways. other wise with a different see through vision she wouldn’t totally judge some I suspect if you know what I mean, and due too her line of work her eyes can only widen.

Angela wished to find the perfect man so desperately much that Unfortunately, that simple little thought in the beginning that then turned into a long desired wish she felt she had. Her wish is guiding her life leaving her out of control, as that’s all she will settle for.

This will be like finding a needle in the ocean amongst all other fish in search for everything shiny as shivery was seen TO BE.

She will know mister right on the spot she has envisioned him ever since she was a young lady and maybe even before. Her search has only tired her off wasting her time with Mr. Wrong, intensifying her search for Mr. Right. He is honest, pure of heart, beautiful both on the inside as well as the outside. He’s also loyal, funny, sweet, charismatic, spontaneous and giving to a cause to help ordinary people that she seen with an intrigued love. But she could never mingle with because in her inner circle it would be looked down upon. Oh Then there was more, a good lover of course, that’s a given hey.

In the eyes of her piers they were beneath them for a reason and it was a lot to do with pedigree but Angela seen things differently, she seen they mongrel in those close to her when they encountered so called commoners and she did not like it. Angela just didn’t let them know in no uncertain term as she wished she had . . .

To slip in amongst the so called lower class and get to know them on a personal level without her standing playing any part was anther wish that Angela secretly held. she felt their was way more entertaining human beings with want for life that was infectious instead of winning about everything witch she found annoying amongst her friends.

This is not so odd, if every thing was yours and who you could talk too was dictated to you nothing would be and or know one would seem different. Every thing in her life was arranged, usually planed well ahead. there is no surprise, when every thing was given there was no satisfaction for her. and when your somebody you cant be sure how real your friends are. Or even if you chose to be their friends. Did the secret silent language of class and creed whisper in your ear she wondered, you better or they won’t ever like you again.

To be normal, she would be thrown into the wilderness of life much more of an adventure Angela believed. At least if you managed to reach the top you would have earned it she felt. The pleasure off success would then be real and sweater. Angela sore this also while reporting, seeing some one love some one till the day they die even though they had no standing no fortune nothing to offer except what was in side their heart pure love pure honesty and self sacrifice that had too be envied that someone else would give up the riches of the world just for the love and devotion of their heart.

No wonder this was her desire because in the world she lived in, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack or as she saw it the holy grail of ones heart. One simple little wish will control the life that Angela foresees to live till she finds true love and happiness with her perfect man or die trying.

One day in autumn Angela was about to be given the days agenda that was due yesterday, she was to track down a public defender who was representing a disgruntle sacked worker against a big corporate firm, they were arguing unfair dismissal. Angela sucked up her top lip in anticipation to read the intriguing case file as if it sounded tasty and down to earth just as she wanted it; Natasha, Angela’s boss almost reluctantly places the report file on Angela’s desk. She smiled and said I especially saved this for you she said in a voice of regret, thank you Angela said as she tried to pry the file from Natasha’s grasp with little success.

Eventually Angela was successful in gaining control of the report; she glanced at her boss in wonder off what was wrong before quickly inspecting what was contained in the file. As Angela read she took a sip of her freshly made cappuccino when suddenly she gasps with a mouthful as if she is choking when the hot fluid went they wrong way. UH she yelped as she quickly wiped her hand that was burnt by the coffee that spilled in her anger. Then Angela swears, SHIT grabbing her arm in pain intercalating it too was burnt.

Angela began a tirade, how dare they my father is an honest man with a good reputation. it’s just not right this cant be right Angela added next . . . after calming down and Realizing her own reaction Angela handed back the report and said to Natasha, WITH THE UP MOST RESPCT, I m sorry but I can not do this story. I must refuse, I’ll get too involved in this story and I’LL be bias, I know I will. I don’t want it to look bad on the station she said next. Natasha smiled and said, that’s what I wanted too hear, I’m glad a good journalist should never let their judgment be clouded by anything not even family AND LOVED ONES’." Ha, love ones’ Angela sarcastically spoke.

That will never happen, she spoke with deep regret and a sigh of exhausted endeavor while she seemed to look into space and own world before she shook her head. Angela may have sounded tired of the thought of finding love but she is not someone who gives up on getting what she wants.

Her path is set in stone and as heavy as the pages are when she finds what she wants she will turn the page. But she will not turn the page until every last word is for told. A voice from outside of the office sounds out awaking Angela from her slight trance, ‘I will do it", the voice spoke extremely chirpy at the prospect of such a story. Then a HEAD POPS IN into the room, it was Amanda Angela’s rival and best friend at work when their not on the job that is. Their competitiveness at work was encouraged by Natasha who said it will keep their edge.

Amanda had been ease dropping on their conservation as she has many times before, I mean keeping her edge up. But this time the excitement of doing the lead story and on ANGELA’S FATHER WAS JUST TOO MUCH too contain, she just had to do it. Plus it was sure to piss of Angela she thought. Natasha, seeing the shocked look of out rage on Angela’s face agreed, thinking to her self this is going o be interesting how right she will see, that evil bitch. Instinctively Natasha hands the report to Amanda and said, WRIGHT THEN WHAT ARE YOU Waiting FOR. FIND THE LAWYER and see what chance he feels he has for success. Find out what happened then track down Jack Dawson, Angela’s father and see what he has too say about his pending law suit. He shouldn’t be too hard for you to contact now should he" Natasha said sarcastically.

Come on, get on with it she orders as the two girls stood glaring at each other with penetrating content. Adding I’m not paying you two to look at each other, now am I

Before Natasha LEAVES, SHE TURNS AROUND AND OUT FROM A hand full off reports she hand s Angela anther one saying this one is for you.

Once again she smiled this time with a big grin. Angela was reluctant to read the report at first still pouting about her burnt hand and arm and off course bruised ego. Plus the cheeky smile on Natasha’s face didn’t make her feel at ease of reading more insulting words.

but her ego was not in the clear yet. Arms crossed lips pouted like a little girl. Angela eventually slowly ventured a look into the file, whispering to her self that bitch is out to get me I’M sure off it.

Angela believes this to be true with out doubt because she was hired on a personal request from the company director him self and she felt, every one at the office feels she only got the job because off her father, like a spoiled bratt.

Angela began to read her assignment when, that bitch as she so graciously put it, blurts from out her mouth. As Angela read she realized that the assignment was to interview old couples on their sex life, now and in the past to see if there is still the same fire in the belly.

In disgust of Natasha distasteful pleaser in hurting her feelings and antagonizing her, Angela slams the file shut and throws it to the desk in front of her. Angela looks out the window and hides her disgust to all that passed her office for a look, the door was still open,. She looked to see if any one was still staring in she noticed the title on the front of file; it read Love of a life time.

Oh that bitch Angela let slip on the top of her voice. KNOCK knock, you called a voice sounded out at her door. You called Natasha said with a big beaming smile on her face at the delight of seeing Angela as animated as she had wished she would get.

But Angela just sat their saying nothing with a deep glare of disgust aimed straight at Natasha; well she was still her boss after all. So ANGELA let it go,

SHE TOOK THIS job so she could not be a part of working class and so she could see the world from a different point of view than that of what she was a costumed. So she must act like one and obey no matter the disrespect and arrogance of her superior.

What she could do any way. Yer she could get her fired, that bitch, with one phone call but then they would be right, I’M only here because of who she knows.

She couldn’t give them the satisfaction of being Wright, suck it in she thinks too her self. think of the positives she thinks further. Angela believed with out a doubt that this job will lead her to Mr. wonderful and her perfect life,.

Well This is what she told her self every time she felt like telling them to stick it up their, you know what. Her goal was worth any humiliating pain and suffering she may get on the way she believed with all her heart and being such a competitor she never wanted to look the failure. No pain no gain they say but dose it have to be in the ass she would say.

Well she better because it’s the only thing that will save her, as her destiny will for tell her. It’s a good thing her wishes are only a glimpse off what she is going to get or she would not wish for anything again, she would not even wish to dream such would be the horror of what we will face in life’s adventures and her nightmares.

That night after work Angela rings her Father, I hear you have an unfair dismissal case against you, what’s that about she said sarcastically not doubting her father has nothing too fear. Her father Jack quite at first in wonder of how she knew, it has only recently became knowledge too him. Are you reporting on me darling Jack replied in suspicion, no I’m not FATHER but it was offered to me she answered back in clinical tone at the suspicious tone her father spoke too her.

Why don’t you come too tea, you know your mother loves to see you her father asked invitingly.’, Ok what time" Angela answered, Oh say,,,,, about EIGHT I will look forward too it father tell mother I love her and I will bring her a GIFT she added BEFORE HANGING UP.

Angela undresses to have a shower, something that she looked forward too everyday. Showering for Angela was like a cleansing off her woes the day had brought her; she was almost ritualistic about it. The hot steam of the mystified water was soothing to her like an intoxicating drug leaving her numb.

Once she is finished cleansing, she forces her self out. In a relaxed zone almost entranced she walked on too her balcony of her beautiful penthouse, instinctively with out thought she drops her rope an embraces the fresh night air in the darkness of the city, except for the city lights that glimmer around her.

The refreshing cold air against her wet body caused goose bumps all over her, the excitement off being seen was exhilarating. It felt as if she was re born and awakened. fresh from the womb of life and clear in mind too live again in the moment.

Angela raise s her arms and jests to world waving her finger as if she is enticing her dream man too see what he is missing calling him forth to be with her due to the thought of wishing to find him never leaving her unconscious mind.

Her wet, fresh but extremely hot body awoke as the air streamed around her naked body. Goose bumps blossomed as they rose again. Stimulated she walked in side, then on IMPULSE Angela stopped, look back as if her man was there and bend over spreading her legs apart and touching her beautiful curved toosh with a finger. She pulling her hand back blowing on her finger as too says she is hot. She walked back in side after recovering her robe, still walking naked even though the robe was in her possession.

To the surprise of a lonely old man in his penthouse looking out his window as he did many times before. he nearly had a heart attack poor old fellow.

Angela is a big fan of books such as the secret and the like that tells you how too ask and receive from spirit guides an ores and such, she is deeply passionate about it so she figured she would take it to anther level, plus it is also exciting and beats the hell out of just meditation she felt.

Angela did not venture on to balcony in such a manner normally something just came over her but she would admit it felt rather erotic to say the least; IT’S just she was becoming desperate in her find for the perfect man and was willing to try anything at this stage even if it meant teasing the aura its self such was her confidence in her own beauty.

On walking back inside Angela was meet by Pooky her Siamese cat, she wrapped around Angela’s feet purring letting her know it was tea time." Ok Pooky I’ll feed you’ Angela told her with affection while instantly taking care of it before getting dressed.

Once Angela was ready to leave she said good bye to Pooky who was curled up on the sofa after enjoying dinner, casserole, her favorite licking her self clean as she sat there.

Angela left her luxurious city high rise penthouse on top of some of the most beautiful apartments in the city to collect her car. Her car, the newest hot pink Ferrari was parked down below in a private undercover with surveillance.

High security car park too keeps her baby safe as well as the rest of the land lords and tenets cars. Bip, bip Angela unlocked her baby ready to get in, HER NUMBER plate read she Deville.

For some one who wants to blend in, Angela is doing very poorly. Anchor lady at channel nine news, penthouse with some of the best views in the city. and of course, a brand new Ferrari. its bright pink reflective paint with, number plates reading she Deville is sure to keep low key, not. Bad habits die hard for some.

As she drove the car phone rang. Where are you dear asked her mother Patty. I’m running late I’ll be there soon Angela told her. She wasn’t about to tell her mother why. Ok dear, we’ll be waiting your arrival then shall we, patty replied before hanging up.

Eventfully Angela arrived at her parent estate, quickly pulling up the drive; she stops to press the button at the gates. Hi it’s Angela Dawson; I think I’m your long lost daughter can I come in please, Angela spoke sarcastically. Jason, the butler answered with laughter, yes it has been awhile hasn’t it my lady, he spoke in his familiar English accent before opening the estate gates.

Angela approached the seven car garage pressing her own personal remote door opener that her father had given her when she readied entry. She sat idle as she waited for the door to open that last little bit ensuring it indeed worked. Once it was clear she slowly drove in and parked her car in her reserved spot. The spot closest to the door that enters the home, is Angela’s, her father wanted to make sure his daughter always felt welcome. So did Paddy. Her loving mother, she always had her room ready how she liked, in case she would come to stay for awhile, she so wanted this to be regular thing.

Paddy Regally changed the room’s appearance when the season suited or the décor of the time ordered it, wishing to make sure if her daughter was to come and stay she would feel at home. The night sky was very clear and the air very fresh making Angela feel like it was going to be a good evening as she did drive in. Jason, who by now was already waiting with the door open asked Angela too hurry insisting she will get a chill not feeling her joy for the nights refreshing chill. As he spoke he shook himself from the chill. If only he had been with her earlier he would see the irony or maybe not so cold.

I’M good now she said as she rushed over and hugged him tight. While they held each other like a daughter would his father Angela said in his ear, has my father been treating you nice? Yes of course my lady as always he added. Good, if ever he doesn’t, I know a good lawyer Angela said with sarcasm. I hear he’s good she followed with little chuckle. As Jason smiled at her he said, so I hear and chucked as well in his familiar English laughter witch Angela so loved to hear. Jason had been her father’s butler for as long as she could remember. Witch was lucky, he was a sort after member of staff for many a home, having experience looking after some royals made him desirable.

Angela spent many a night being read too sleep by Jason when her father was a way on business. Jason was a quiet man, very modest and would become rather distant if questioned about his life back in England. It seemed as if he would sooner forget what ever life he left behind.

Angela my dear you must be hungry, her father asked as they walked into the hallway. I’m ok but dinner would be nice she replied as she walked down the halls off her child hood admiring all the art works her father collected over the years. This is a hobby one has when they can afford it; art is a conversation starter her father Jack would say. Trying to dictate what an artist is saying or feeling just by the use of their colors they used, where or how he expressed over and over to her was like a signature. Angela’s father called them his baby’s but with benefits. They would pay you, for looking after them. And to calm her when he went away he would say "and they don’t wine and complain when I go away referring to his darling little girl questioning him to why he must go.

Angela did not mind ‘she also loved the paintings and spent many hours in trying too producing her own to please her father and her self. Angela grew up very strong minded and confident, her father did not mix words too soften anything he told her plus coming from a prominent family made shore Angela would not be shy ‘as they were often in the public eye.

Once at the dinner table Angela and her family seated in their usual placing at the table, her father sat at the head of the table, her mother at the other end and Angela’ seated her self by her mother as they were very close. SHE WAS HER ONLY CHILD ensuring a close bond. How was your day dear her mother asked? ‘It was ok, a little quiet than usual’ she answered. "Yes’ said her father Jack, I watched the news it was rather dull tonight. Maybe you should do the story on my business that will liven things up for you Jack hinted cunningly.

You KNOW I can’t do that, it might be seen as bias Angela told her father strongly fearing her effort to having some credibility of her own being risked. Its ok dear her mother a shored her,’ no its not, she could help me. If they succeed it could set precedent for others and open the flood gates her father explained strongly with urgency. If you have nothing too fear father then you should have nothing to worry about then wont you Angela states firmly trying to contain her self toward what she felt was a condemnation. That’s ENOUGH Patty scolded seeing Jack was again ready to continue their heated conversation, were happy you have come home for tea and I’m sure: your father respects your discion, don’t you darling, Patty declared too Jack. Yes off course my love, you are right Jack said with some sympathy. ‘Don’t you have people who look after this sort of thing Angela purposely asked her father intently’, ‘yes of course, but at the end of the day it comes back too me her father answered. All at the table looked at each other intently all deciding to leave it alone and instead begin enjoy the meal together as they have many times before erupting into argument.

The rest of the night the table chatter remained polite and work free, instead focusing on Angela inability to find the right man she will marry and eventually bear them a grand child they now longed for. As if Angela needed to be reminded that, she was already frustrated at this fact her self. After finishing their meals and endless debates Angela spoke, its getting late I better go before I’m too tired. ‘Thanks for dinner it was my favorite I see you did not forget’ Angela added. Your room is ready if you wish too stay her mother asked sensing a chance off wishing to see the bed room of her beloved daughter bustling with her movement once again. ‘My work clothes are at home, I WISH I could stay mum ‘it would be fun but I must go Angela stated trying to ensure to sound sincere.

Angela’s parents and Jason escorted Angela back to her car, telling her to take care. Keep in contact more Paddy preached hopefully as she drove out of the garage then they waved as she drove off down the drive. Slowly she disappeared into the distance only her lights of her car showing were she was as she drove away from the estate. Its not long before Angela makes it back to her apartment were she receives a warm welcome from Pooky her cat. you love me don’t you Angela tells her beautiful feline as she picks her up giving her a big kiss feeling insecure, then strokes her all the way to bed, kicking off her shoes as she went. For some one new to New York, getting to sleep in the city that never sleeps can be difficult mainly due to excitement but for some like Angela who has called New York home for most of her life, the city sounds are soothing music that rocks her to sleep night after night, comforting sounds of familiarity like a loved one talking till together falling a sleep or falling a sleep to your favorite show.

Next morning Angela awakes to music on her alarm clock doing its job the horrible heartless thing she felt as she tried shutting it up, The worse bloody thing ever invented maybe you should set it to wake you to a good joke then it would deflect the feeling of throwing it at the wall she once told her friend Trish. its six am, time to get up and get ready for work Angela sighs. ‘Time too get up Pooky ‘Angela said as she stroked her while she purred back at her, mummy’s got to go to work’ Angela told Pooky with sadness as she slowly forced her self up reluctantly. She showers, quickly gathering her work clothes for the day and getting dressed in front of her mirror while she practiced her material questions in the mirror.

Angela was trying to look excited about the eventuating interview with the elderly, who apparently are having more sex than women and men half their age. Yer right Angela felt.’ Why don’t they just rub it in my face ‘Angela tells Pooky as she watched on? if it were true that she is not wanting to believe. ‘At least I’m not the only one my age not getting any’ Angela said rejected looking at Pooky for some symphony in jest but still not convinced of her own disbeliefs. When Pooky rudely, gave no sign of symphony ANGELA said with sarcasm, "that’s right you don’t have any trouble getting a date do you? Slut ‘referring to ease of mating in the animal world. Pooky turned and ran away as if she was insulted.’ You can give it but you can’t take it can ya’ Angela shouted out as Pooky ran away.

As Angela left for work she said goodbye TOO Pooky lying on her favorite couch, but Pooky just looked away obviously still hurt by Angela’s comments. Ok be like that Angela said as she walked off towards the front door.

While walking out Angela stops when noticing all her art she had drawn as she grew up through out her life to date. They were lined in an organized fashion on her wall. She had them hanging up on her wall with pride and distinction. Thinking too her self as she looked up at her art works, Angela started wondering, maybe she was too hard on her father, maybe she should be trying too help him more. He would help me she thought further knowing her father would do anything for her and has on many occasions.

Angela leaves her penthouse full of guilt supposed to her normal happy self. She left still envisioning the glancing she did at her art works when shutting the door. It would of have better if she didn’t though because the memory will re run guilt over and over when she finally comes to terms with her decision again . . .

On the way to work stuck in traffic Angela sat idle listing to here favorite radio station. When it suddenly it seemed like it talk back. The station she loved turned against her. The radio station was looking for people to ring in and give their opinion as to what should be done to those responsible for the down fall of the economy. The subject was responsibility and punishment, do they really exist for those of high standing or was it only made up to keep the average man in place, right were they wanted us too be the morning host asked into his mic.

Angela sat quiet in disbelief at the horrible punishments people rang in and told of its need. It seemed as if there was only hate towards the rich and powerful as if everything was there blame. Angela QUICKLY TURNED OFF THE RADIO HER GUILT was through the roof as well s anger in defense of her father, now she understood what her father was trying too tell her.

He was sure to be victimized to make an example off Angela finally concluded. to is in line of the same thinking as what her father was suggesting would come about, SHE FELT THAT THERE WAS NO way her father would receive a fair hearing in this overwhelming climate of mob mentality.

By the time Angela arrived at work her attitude had changed, now she was determined too help her father any way she can, even if it costs her job. Angela arrives at the office still feeling guilty for not helping her father when she passes Amanda’s desk, Angela looked around to see if any body was looking. She walked in to her cubical trying not too look out off character and see if she could find any information too help her father.

She noticed the file on top as being her father’s one; she quickly grabbed the file and sat at the desk looking around to see if any one was looking while getting comfortable. Angela began to read what Amanda had wrote, peeling through the rederric SHE FOCUSED IN ON WHAT THE LAWYER HAD TOO SAY, for anything that would be off use. It read, big business has forgotten about the little man who they rely on too run their business why they look down from above, they ignore their responsibility off maintaining their workforce so they can be able to sustain their life’s and their family’s lives. Witch is all they ask much like they would to maintain their machinery.

Instead in times of down turn the average worker is the one who must sacrifice to account for any short fall in the companies return, even if it was their inability to do their job that brought the unforseen pressure upon us all. I wonder he added is the lose that they have incurred a lose in money as such or just their inspected outcome that they imagined too receive for their efforts, because if it was let me remind them without the work force below them they would not be able to accomplish anything and any leadership failures should not be their responsibility not without fair compensation as they imagined they would receive if pain and suffering were brought upon them through no fault of their own. They should accept their responsibility like a leader should and work on fixing the problem not just at the expense off everyone but them selves. The work relation laws were put in place for all who work under them and no one should be forced to sign them away just to try and feed their families, well as they fell is a treat if they don’t comply. Those laws are put in place for a reason and should never be able to be sold for a price at the expense off those they were put in place for.

Angela read with a feeling of disbelieve those words imbedded in her mind and heart, she could not help but feel his passion and heartfelt devotion to making a difference for those who were unable to help themselves against like what may seem beyond them . . . Angela paused for just a moment when she heard, HEY what are you doing a voice yelled. Angela looked around too see Amanda, shit she thinks to her self. What are you doing here Amanda repeated angrily? I just want to know what’s going on with my fathers interview, can I see it Angela asked. No you cant, you know you can’t Amanda told Angela intensely, not because she didn’t she was weary Angela may some how get it back or get her big opportunity taken of the agenda of the station some how through her avenues of power. Amanda is just on edge, this is her time in the lime light and she dose not wont anyone to ruin her chance especially Angela.

I’M sorry, please forgive me its just Angela paused, my father feels I am betraying him and after tea last night I feel as if I am Angela added trying to touch a note of compassion, she shouldn’t of bothered she knows what Amanda is like that bitch. But Amanda did not say a thing, SHE NOTICED Natasha standing behind Angela at the entrance. You should know better she sounded out. Angela turns around too hear, you’re our best reporter, start acting like one. I hope this won’t happen again or I will have to put you on holidays for awhile Natasha demanded wanting it to end there. Angela said, Sorry I know it shouldn’t get too me, I wont let it happen again please forgive me Angela begged.

Angela ashamed at her behavior left the room to get on with her work for the day. She quickly organizes her camera crew and technicians so they can head down to the inner city retirement village for senior citizens and get on wither assignment. On the way to the retirement village, Angela imagined what awaited her, she imagined old people starring at walls or simply playing bingo, the usual stuff. That’s all old people do isn’t Angela wonders to her self.

Angela and her crew walked into the foyer of the retirement village, they were met with luxury and tranquility and an almost hip atmosphere, Angela walked up to the reception desk listening too the soothing healing music. I’m here to interview some of your residents, your manager arranged for us to meet today Angela informed the receptionist further. From behind Angela heard, Hello I’m the manager, Angela turns too see a good looking middle age man walking up to her in causal out door attire. My name is Steven Pasternac, the manager. Come with me and I’ll show you they way. On the way the Manger explained,’ the residents are enjoying the warm pools at the moment to keep them active" the manager told Angela and her crew S HE LEAD THEM to be they were situated.

As Angela and her crew entered the pool aura they are met with roaring laughter and heavy splashing to there surprise, HERE they are do as you like the manager spoke, I’ll be back soon too see how your going the manger told Angela with a smile and wink witch took Angela by surprise. Angela checked out the manager as he walked off in his tight sports shorts showing of his tight behind and shaved tanned muscular legs thinking he was interested. He’s got a nice ass hasn’t he one of the elderly lady’s said with a giggle as she splashed some water at one of the young crew members giving him a wink.

She interacted with her finger a direction toward her while saying, come in for a swim tiger with a dirty grin on her face before back stroking away from the edge of the pool pushing her huge breast up wards as she did. This made the young man a little bit uncomfortable seeing she was as old as his grandmother GIVING HIM THE SHIVERS. Angela introduces her self to the ever growing group of elderly swimmers continually gaining momentum closer, Angela asked LOUDLY! Ok then too sound over the growing enthusiasm by the swimmers who wished too be interview about their sex life or lack of it. To her surprise they wee very keen too enlighten her off their exposures, in fact they were becoming rowdy like a bunch of horny teenagers all asking to be interviewed or just simply blurting out who amongst them were the most active and in what manner. Angela’s ears began making her uneasy as they introduce slight insight glimpse in her mind AHH!

In the end Angela picked three women and three men to ask about the sex lives before retirement and up in till now AND ORDERED THE OTHER LISTING ON TO KEEP IT DOWN PLEASE . . . As ANGELA prepared her questions witch she had written earlier, and then straightened her clothes and hair while the crew got the equipment ready and in place. On of the crew placed the elderly swimmers in a photographic positions she felt would be appropriate, embracing seating on the pool benches like young lovers. Angela began questioning, HOW MANY TIMES do you have sex a week was one of the questions aimed at one of the women, as many times as he can handle the elderly lady remarked as they all laughed. Oh Angel replied as she smiled for the camera then turned her questioning to the elderly man who was embracing her, and how many times is that she asked. Well he said about three times but with a little help he said indicating he was swallowing a tablet maybe more. Oh Angela answered, well she added before she turned her questioning to the other couples all answered similar, some cruder than the others.

Angela was impressed, not with their sex life but the abundance of life they showed. And when she found out that some of the couples have been married for fifty or so years it gave her hope and eased the dread of being there . . . Ironically she had been down a little about thinking she may never find her Mr. Right slash sole mate. By the end of the interview, when Angela called it a wrap she felt torn between devastation and hopefulness to know of her face being rubbed in what she was missing on one hand. that not only were elderly women getting more than her but plus it also sounded exciting, on the other hand to see some women have found true love that stood the test off time and still happy defiantly made her wish seem very gettable and most of all her believe in the essence life making her wish to it come about by being in this very spot in order to have witnessed her dreams alive and well right in front of her.

Who said you can’t teach an old dog new tricks one off the cameraman said with laughter, as anther said, I think I might retire and move in as they all began too laugh.

Tonight was Friday night, it was also the night that Amanda had arranged to interview Angela’s father at their home, and Jack was keen to get his side of the story out amongst the public since he was worried the media of late was leaning toward the low class. Angela wanted to go and be with her father but after this morning she decide against it instead deciding to call her friends too see if they would be hitting the town.

Angela wanted to keep her mind off of the situation, what better way than going clubbing and maybe finding a man she thought. After hearing a lot! of explicit SEXUAL stories from the elderly, while it was disturbing because it came from a bunch off horny sexually active veterans, it still made here feel as if she was missing out and reminded her of all the fun she get have while finding Mr. right. Being picky did have its down points if you know what I mean.

Every Friday night Angela and a few friends she new from her old high school would go to a night club together, they were trying to remain friends forever as they promised each other they would after graduating. The clubs they went too were for more who’s who than a public place so the people they would mainly meet were the same regulars. That night entering the club with her old Betsys Angela looked around to scope out the scene she began to think. "No wonder I haven’t been able too find some one when all I see are the same old people, I have no desire to be with these immature idiots for the rest of They still even dance the same as the last time I was here.

Angela sat at the table the girls chose so they could be as close to the dance floor as possible. Angela stayed seated at the table telling the girls to go on ahead she dint feel like it yet, they were eager so quickly rushed off unconcerned. She looked on as her friends danced loosely among the vibrant gathering off young hip energized club goers pulsating on the floor. The beats pulsating in her ears and bouncing off her body, it looked fun but still Angela was unable too bring her self too be apart off it for some reason. Her friends, Trish and Melina WITH THE HELP off Tanya rushed over and dragged Angela over to the dance floor were they had an array of hot young men waiting for their return trying to get her in the mood. Samantha who stayed behind was her best friend but Friday night was all goes night for her so she had already mingled in to the hot spot off the floor with three or four hunky men. she swung from one too the other feeling them up as she went, Knowing Samantha she was checking witch one was packing the most and Unlike Angela other than that she was not picky.

While, Melina had a full committed relationship with her boy friend John, Tanya was engaged to be married in the fall with her life long sweetheart. Trish was suspected too be gay but would never admit too it. But time too time the girls would catch her checking out hot curved beautiful girls. Trish explained she was just checking out their out fits, the girls never believed Trish especially when the girls she was caught checking out were in rather revealing positions either some cleavage showing or bending over in front off her.

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Eventfully Angela was able to slip away from her friends ever watching eyes’ returning too the table, still feeling down Angela began drinking heavily quickly knocking back her drink and one off the other girls drink that was still full before ordering anther. Then feeling empty she headed to the bar. While at the bar, Angela sat drinking her beverage while looking at her friends having a good time and then all around the rest of the club.

What am I’m doing here, she thought too her self. She loved her friends but she was starting to wonder if may be she was out growing them, any way they hadn’t even noticed she was gone. It was fun normally she began thinking, I loved too drink and have a laugh with MY friends, I even LOVE checking out the men but simply these clubs just aren’t my style anymore she thought further. Angela wanted something romantic, quaint quiet or just different some how, is this it feels like maturing Angela considered in her forever analyzing brain. Suddenly ANGELA HAD THE URGE JUST TO GET OUT OF HERE.

Usually it was Melina and Tanya who would normally leave earlier and earlier due too other commitments such as you would have when your in a full time relationship, but tonight it seems Angela will be the first to leave and it wont be because she has too be somewhere else it will be because she would rather be some where else with some one special off her own. Seeing those couples today and knowing what her father is in for, suddenly Friday night dancing with her friends doesn’t seem as important too Angela anymore, Angela felt like being held by someone who she loved and loved her so too feel safe, this someone she wished was a man other than her father.

With this in mind Angela decided she was going to leave, what am I’m going to say she thinks to her self. Angela decided to say she did not feel well, a weak one but most used. Angela reluctantly walked up on too the dance floor were she grabbed Tanya by the hand talking into her ear due too the loudness of the music. I’m going she said I don’t feel well and I’m getting tired, Tanya grabbed Angela and hugged her yelling ok trying to be heard, I’ll ring you tomorrow, see how you are before kissing her good bye. Melina and Trish seen Angela and Tanya embracing and they new Angela was leaving so they both came over to the table too see OFF Angela with hug and kiss for goodbyes.

Angel’s s friend did not give her a hard time about leaving they could see that Angela was not her self tonight, but there was one more friend to go and Angela knows she won’t be so easy on her for leaving. Angela began looking for Samantha, it was not hard too find her since she had attracted a big crowd as she dirty danced between two huge hunky looking men who were not wearing any shirts. Samantha was using them while dirty dancing rubbing their shirts between her legs back and forth and using them too pull the men in closer in a very sexual manner. Samantha wore a cowgirl hat and matching out fit that looked more cityite than the real deal but she still looked and sounded the part too someone who did not know any better.

Samantha pretended she was a cowgirl and ropes her men, calling them her big wild stallions whispering in their ears how she is going to ride them till their broken. Sometimes she would even have a whip in her room for more entertaining nights. As Angela approached Samantha she felt nervous on telling her friend she was ill, she knew she would not believe her and was shore to insist she stay. Angela grabbed Samantha as she held one of the men at his knees forcing him too kiss her stomach and surrounding areas while anther was doing the same from behind. Samantha had their shirts tied around their necks and was pulling them around like they were on lead ropes when Angela whispered in her friends ear. I’m going I don’t feel well. Samantha throws the man in front off her to the floor, then places her leg on to off him and said in her attempt at a country girl, you cant go yet I’ve roped me a couple off stallions and I need your help too break them in Samantha told Angela with grin and a giggle. No! I would love to Angela TOLD her friend, BUT I wouldn’t be up to it tonight. Samantha turned and pushed the other one too his hands then mounted him from above, then yelled to Angela I’ll HAVE THIS ONE AND you can that one meaning the other man getting to his feet HIS PERFCTY CHISELD body stood out in the party lights. Angela LENT over closer too her friend resting her arm on the man bent over in front of her and SAID TO Samantha I forgot to bring my spurs incase I need to get him going with a cheeky look. Come on Samantha said, it’s been awhile since we rode together before adding come on it will be fun. I’m sorry but I’ll have too give it a miss Angela told Samantha with some regret, not for wishing to play her part but because she loved her friend and did not wish to hurt her feelings.

Ok I’m GOING she told Samantha, well then maybe you should take Trish with you Samantha said with sarcasm and a wink off the eye before leading her catch away towards the main dance floor as if a cowgirl was leading her horses into the wild for an adventure. Angela became angry knowing that Samantha was calling her a lesbian, stormed out off the club screaming, you fucking bitch as she left.

Instantly SHE hailed a TAXI and ordered sternly for him to go too church in the dead center off the city, she went to mass here as a child with her parents till she out grew it. Here the church is open too all at anytime they should choose, Angela made her way to the alter kneeling before the works of Jesus and prayed for her childish days too be at a end so she could finally become a woman and marry the perfect man who she will be with for the rest off her life. Angela signified a cross across her chest before rising from her knees slowly backing away and advent ally finding her way out side off the church. She looks into the sky in hope off a sign that her wishes were heard but soon put her head down in disbelief at what she had just done. As if god would involve himself in finding me a man she be little her self, how selfish of me she felt.

She headed back to the awaiting taxi were the driver was gracious enough to wait her return. He even stopped the clock for it was obvious to him, if after a night out you stopped off at church all is not right in your life and one is feeling lost. So he gave her a break he felt she needed. Once back in the taxi she ordered him to take her home adding please and a gracious thank you at the end realizing she may off seemed a bit rude.

After being dropped off and paying the kind taxi driver a sizable tip Angela went on her way up too her penthouse apartment. Pooky was eagerly awaiting her arrival, purring loudly and curling in and out of her