Julia was dusting her mansion that afternoon. She bent at the waist
and stooped to fluff up a pillow on the long, black leather couch.
The ceiling was high and seemed vast. Over at a corner a grandfather
clock chimed on the hour. Julia turned to the glass coffee table and
picked up her feather duster again. She paced across the floor and
went to a bookshelf. She bent at her knees and dusted the shelving
there. Her well rounded backside stuck out slightly and it was then
that she thought of her E-mail from Mark Runnells. What was that again?
Mark had sent her a E-mail and in it was a picture of Britney Spears.
Mark had taken a picture of her while she was doing her Paris Tour.
In his E-mail he pointed out that she was far better looking than Britney!
Julia had to snicker. Her? Better than a superstar? Julia
could only shake her head at Mark's wild imagination. It was then the
Julia's flats pitter pattered as they slapped across the floor. She
pulled open the door and there he stood. It was her best friend in the
whole wide world! It was Mark.
"Why, what brings you here? I was just thinking of you."
"Glad to be on your mind," he replied as he stepped in. Julia closed
the door behind him. "Great day," he continued. "Had to come and
Julia followed behind him and mentioned, "Me?"
Mark was wearing his blue jeans and collared Polo tee shirt in blue.
He glanced about the room and nodded. "Yes. I had this idea you
may be cleaning house so I stopped by to help you." Julia came up behind
him and snickered.
"Oh. I was just cleaning house," she mentioned as she waved her feather
duster. "It's woman's work, anyway." That was not the cleaning
Mark had in mind.
As Mark reached into his pocket he removed the crystal. How long had
he had it now? He faced Julia with it and she froze in place in a instant.
From the center of the stone a little heat emitted.
There stood Julia, all five foot ten of her. Her face was delicately
crafted with that still held inquiry she had presented him with. Mark
stepped aside and checked out her long, sleek legs and nodded as his eyes
glanced at her head. Her dear, wavy, natural wisps of hair were
so thick and steady. Julia looked great, through and through.
He had had this crystal for a few years now and he never seemed to tire of
Julia. In fact, the crystal was what had helped him get friendlier all
along. That was something, to not be able to talk to that certain pretty
girl and then, you use some inanimate object to dislodge any thoughts she
may have had toward you as you open up more and let her know what you really
think of her. With no fear in her heart it was so much easier for him
to know she would accept him thus, giving him more confidence to try and get
his way. Sure, the same thing could have been done if he presented her
with something else, like a small brown pup. Then again, why take
"If only you could go on tour, dear," he muttered.
It was a half hour later and Mark Andrew Runnells was having fun, too much
fun, really. He was upstairs in Julia's bedroom and had Julia dressed
like a French Maid. Julia was standing at attention, daunted and awaiting
her next command. She wore a short, crisp black skirt,
white ruffled blouse and a black ribboned hairpiece. She was at
attention, as best her mind could do in this state, and holding the feather
duster. Mark clapped his hands together.
He ordered her to dust and re-dust dressers and window ledges in her bedroom.
Each time she bent to reach and stretch Mark would enjoy the view. Ahh,
her body was poetry in motion! After thirty more minutes he had enough and
had her back in her regular clothes. They used the large, wide
staircase to return downstairs. Julia walked along behind him with
that same bedazzled appearance on her features as if though only receiving
half of what surrounded her. He had her sit at the couch. He sat
behind her. He turned his head left and then right. Without a
moments more he snapped his fingers in her ear.
"Hahahaha!" he barked out. "That was a good one! Julia," he mentioned
while turning to face her, "you tell the wittiest jokes I have heard
here yet." He glanced at his watch. "Well," he said while rubbing
his chin, "this was a great visit. I must be going but I will be back
soon." Julia blinked a few times as if she did not get the joke at all,
the joke she did not even tell. She glanced at her own watch and then
"Wow, it is really is that late already?" Mark heard her and cut her
off for she spoke the words but her speech was hesistant, as if she did
not understand why time had leap frogged as it had.
"You better get back to your housecleaning. You said you had better
get started." With this Julia looked left and right for she had no feather
duster either. "I'll show myself out, dear." Mark left her mired
in her confusion as he left for the day.