The Corruption (CandiedCreativity & HotTexasCowboy)

[HotTexasCowboy]

The non-descript dark brown Ford pick-up truck slid to a stop down the block from Collin and Jodie Meeks' suburban home. It had been there before, off and on, the last two weeks or so, at different times, although usually late at night. Martin had been careful not to be noticed by the occasional police car thar might patrol the toney neighborhood. He had rented another vehicle, a Toyota sedan, his first week, and traded it out for a Dodge van the second.

This wasn't the only area he'd watching. There was a law office in a skyscraper downtown he'd kept tabs on during his mission. He found he could walk into the office almost once a day, delivering packages, dressed as a courier, bringing in water bottles for the fountains, and would hardly be noticed. A few casual conversations with a receptionist or secretary, and he'd found out what he needed to know. Fortunately, Collin Meeks need not be a factor in his plans, after all. Martin had come to town prepared to deal with Collin however necessary to accomplish his aims, but the attorney had to make a ten-day trip on company business. He'd be out of town, hundreds of miles away, giving Martin complete freedom to go about his business without interference.

Martin Provost's aim had nothing to do with Collin Meeks, after all. His reason, his only reason for being in this city so far from home was Jodie, Collin's wife of almost two years. Martin didn't think of her in those terms, of course. She wasn't anyone else's wife. She was his, snd always had been and always would be. Since he met her in college, where he was the big football stud and she the lovely - no, beautiful - underclassman, he knew she belonged to him, the same way his mother had belonged to his father. To honor, serve, and obey. True, she hadn't seen it that way, and broke up with him even before he left to play pro ball in the European leagues. After three years, he returned with a nice nest egg, ready to enjoy the life he wanted, which included the girl he wanted. "Wanted" didn't necessarily mean "loved"; Martin's feelings were more that he'd decided to possess her and make her the companion he deserved. He would teach her how to be his, and, over time she would learn.

The first act was to be played out tonight (or this morning, actually, as it was well after midnight). Collin was gone and Jodie was alone in her house. Yesterday, he had found a ground-level basement window and jimmied it open. Tonight he need only slip in and make his way to Jodie's bedroom, and then her lessons would begin.

 

[CandiedCreativity]

Ten days.

Ten days without her husband and without any responsibility for cooking meals and doing dishes. It was almost like a vacation, though Jodie would never describe it like that aloud. The redhead kept in contact when the man wasn't in meetings or sleeping on a different than usual schedule, and she still kept the large house looking nice and neat. It had only been a day, but she even missed the man that constantly kept her company. Like when on a vacation, she was feeling home sick.

But of course the redhead wasn't going to let that get her down! She sat in front of the television with a bowl of popcorn while she watched America's Next Top Model. "Oh come on! Megan looks way better than Rachel!" The young lady through a piece of popcorn at the TV and ran a hand through her beach wavy hair. Her mossy green eyes left the chick show for a moment and she let out a gasp, realizing that it was past midnight. She clicked the television off and put the almost empty bowl on her bedside table so she could deal with it later when she got up. For now she needed to go to sleep.

Jodie pulled her long waves out of her face with a hair tie, leaving it in a messy bun, and adjusted her tank top. She didn't wear bottoms to bed, especially since she had shaved and lotioned up earlier before sitting down for the marathon of her favorite show. Finally the red haired girl got underneath her covers and shut her eyes, ready to get her beauty rest in. The fan clicked almost soundlessly as usual, putting the girl at ease even though she didn't have a warm body to cuddle up to for this night.