The Cat Is Trapped
Chapter One
The Introduction
At around 2 this afternoon, I returned to my condo in the valley. The
past 2 hours of stepdown aerobics still has me feeling quite refreshed and
energized. I pulled into the driveway, and saw the familiar Mercedes 450SL
parked in front of the lavish home next door to me. "Ah, he's home", I muttered
with a wicked tone.
I slipped my key into the front door and went inside. I pranced happily
thru the hallway, up the stairs and into my favorite part of my home, my
bedroom. The cool blue, rose and black hues are well-lit by the late afternoon
sunshine poking through the venetian curtains. The air is lightly scented with
sea spirit incense and my 5 candles lit around the room. I fell down onto my
large oak 4-post bed with the frilly canopy and just dozed for a little while.
You see, this is my hideaway spot. Even my 3 little kittens are all curled up
on my bed against the rose silken pillows.
A few hours later, I woke up from my nap. The sweaty clothes I tear off
as I walk into the master bathroom to take my shower/bath. As the hot water
coursed around the tub, I began to daydream about this evening's adventure. But
first, a little bit of background on myself.
I am only 27 years old, and being in a new town is not new for me, being
a military brat and all. I have been to several towns across America, due to
the necessities of my dad's job when I was younger. For the past few years
though, my new lifestyle has taken over. "What is it?", you ask. "Not so
fast". I will tell all in due time.
My name is Heidi, but all my close friends call me, Cat. I have raised
3 orphaned kittens from almost newborns. I arrived here in the Valley hoping to
start my junior level of college. However, that's not completely true as you
will realize later on in my story. When most people see me for the first time,
they think, "Wow, such a pretty and nice girl and so polite, too." Little do
they realize what a freak I am underneath that "nice" persona. I have so many
"alternative" interests, that I would make people run scared. I am anything,
but typical. Realistically, I was born and raised in Minnesota with parents who
love me very much and whom I think the world of. How I got started in my line
of work is a whole other story, but I think its safe to say...that it brings out
the "cat" in me.
I am the tallest woman in my family standing 5'6" and a very athletic
135 pounds. I work out 3 times a day doing aerobics and flexibility training so
I can keep in my peak physical condition for my adventurous hobby. My hair is
the color of midnight, and I have it braided like Bo Derek in "10". People tell
me I even walk cat-line in my prancing little crimson-toed feet. I rarely wear
shoes when I am at home, but then again I'm rarely at home. And even "home"
isn't exactly permanent, as my job dictates that I move around a lot. But, I so
do want to settle down. I just haven't met the right man to soothe the savage
beast inside of me and who can meet my freakish desires and requirements. I
have no living family left, and unfortunately have a small number of close
friends.
As I daydreamed in my bath, I wondered about Mr. Dean next door. From
what I can see, he does have a lot of money, but seems to spend it rather
quietly on himself. He's about 35 I would say, and a nice physique for a young
man of his age. I have been watching his movements for about the past month or
so, and I notice that he loves cooking outside, he enjoys his mountain bike (as
do I) and enjoys the pleasant music of soft jazz (which I hear nightly coming
from his deck surrounded by the tiki torches.
As I dried off, I couldn't help admiring myself in the floor-length
mirror my mom bought me last June. The casting sunlight danced across my body
and gave it a healthy glow that seemed like an aura. "God, if I were a man, I'd
be going nuts right now!", I whispered to myself absentmindedly. The past 6
months of hard workouts has shown itself in my toned and muscled abs and legs,
as well as my firm breasts of 34c. My petite 23" waist is looking better than
ever, and it produces such curves in my hips and bottom that I even cannot
believe the change from a year ago.
I got up and went into my walk-in closet and put on a soft black sheer
sundress and went outside without shoes, as usual. I went out into the backyard
to enjoy the sunset, and that's when I noticed my sexy neighbor, Mr. Alexander
Dean, standing by his bar-b-q pit on his deck.
Mr. Dean wore his navy blue shirt with the button-down front and his
khaki slacks, while lightting his bar-b-que. If he only knew that in the next
72 hours, his whole life will come crashing down around him...thanks to one
precocious little kitten named, Heidi! And little did I know that that event
would eventually make my life complete...well read on...
"Hi, neighbor", I yelled, This is the first time I've really been able
to talk to him since I had moved to the Valley. "My name is Heidi, what's
yours?" Well, all I know is that he was rather taken by me, which is all the
better for me in the long run. He stopped putting steaks on his grill and
walked over to the fence where I was standing. "Hi, my name is Alex...Alex
Dean...nice to meet you." As we shook hands, I got this odd feeling like I had
met him before or something. I don't know, but the feeling went away rather
quickly. "I'm cooking for just me, if you'd care to join me?" Hmmm, what a
perfect way to "get to know him". I gladly took him up on the offer. "Sure,
I'd love it. I'll go into my kitchen and get us some wine for dinner". As I
went inside, I quickly planned my next plan of attack for Mr. Dean.
I walked out of house and went over to Mr. Dean's with 2 cold bottles of
Sauvignon Blanc, 1988, in one hand and 2 fluted wine glasses in the other. My
black sundress flowing behind me like waves of the moon flying across the night
sky. It fitted my body perfectly, and I noticed Mr. Dean watching me with a
keen sense of anticipation. I noticed that he had on a nice Rolex watch, but no
other jewelry to speak of. His Wayfarer sunglasses hung from around his neck,
and he had a Polo sweater around his neck. "How preppy", I thought, "but, oh is
he cute!" I sat down gracefully into the lounge chair he presented to me.
Chapter One The Introduction At around 2 this afternoon, I returned to my condo in the valley. The past 2 hours of stepdown aerobics still has me feeling quite refreshed and energized. I pulled into the driveway, and saw the familiar Mercedes 450SL parked in front of the lavish home next door to me. "Ah, he's home", I muttered with a wicked tone. I slipped my key into the front door and went inside. I pranced happily thru the hallway, up the stairs and into my favorite part of my home, my bedroom. The cool blue, rose and black hues are well-lit by the late afternoon sunshine poking through the venetian curtains. The air is lightly scented with sea spirit incense and my 5 candles lit around the room. I fell down onto my large oak 4-post bed with the frilly canopy and just dozed for a little while. You see, this is my hideaway spot. Even my 3 little kittens are all curled up on my bed against the rose silken pillows. A few hours later, I woke up from my nap. The sweaty clothes I tear off as I walk into the master bathroom to take my shower/bath. As the hot water coursed around the tub, I began to daydream about this evening's adventure. But first, a little bit of background on myself. I am only 27 years old, and being in a new town is not new for me, being a military brat and all. I have been to several towns across America, due to the necessities of my dad's job when I was younger. For the past few years though, my new lifestyle has taken over. "What is it?", you ask. "Not so fast". I will tell all in due time. My name is Heidi, but all my close friends call me, Cat. I have raised 3 orphaned kittens from almost newborns. I arrived here in the Valley hoping to start my junior level of college. However, that's not completely true as you will realize later on in my story. When most people see me for the first time, they think, "Wow, such a pretty and nice girl and so polite, too." Little do they realize what a freak I am underneath that "nice" persona. I have so many "alternative" interests, that I would make people run scared. I am anything, but typical. Realistically, I was born and raised in Minnesota with parents who love me very much and whom I think the world of. How I got started in my line of work is a whole other story, but I think its safe to say...that it brings out the "cat" in me. I am the tallest woman in my family standing 5'6" and a very athletic 135 pounds. I work out 3 times a day doing aerobics and flexibility training so I can keep in my peak physical condition for my adventurous hobby. My hair is the color of midnight, and I have it braided like Bo Derek in "10". People tell me I even walk cat-line in my prancing little crimson-toed feet. I rarely wear shoes when I am at home, but then again I'm rarely at home. And even "home" isn't exactly permanent, as my job dictates that I move around a lot. But, I so do want to settle down. I just haven't met the right man to soothe the savage beast inside of me and who can meet my freakish desires and requirements. I have no living family left, and unfortunately have a small number of close friends. As I daydreamed in my bath, I wondered about Mr. Dean next door. From what I can see, he does have a lot of money, but seems to spend it rather quietly on himself. He's about 35 I would say, and a nice physique for a young man of his age. I have been watching his movements for about the past month or so, and I notice that he loves cooking outside, he enjoys his mountain bike (as do I) and enjoys the pleasant music of soft jazz (which I hear nightly coming from his deck surrounded by the tiki torches. As I dried off, I couldn't help admiring myself in the floor-length mirror my mom bought me last June. The casting sunlight danced across my body and gave it a healthy glow that seemed like an aura. "God, if I were a man, I'd be going nuts right now!", I whispered to myself absentmindedly. The past 6 months of hard workouts has shown itself in my toned and muscled abs and legs, as well as my firm breasts of 34c. My petite 23" waist is looking better than ever, and it produces such curves in my hips and bottom that I even cannot believe the change from a year ago. I got up and went into my walk-in closet and put on a soft black sheer sundress and went outside without shoes, as usual. I went out into the backyard to enjoy the sunset, and that's when I noticed my sexy neighbor, Mr. Alexander Dean, standing by his bar-b-q pit on his deck. Mr. Dean wore his navy blue shirt with the button-down front and his khaki slacks, while lightting his bar-b-que. If he only knew that in the next 72 hours, his whole life will come crashing down around him...thanks to one precocious little kitten named, Heidi! And little did I know that that event would eventually make my life complete...well read on... "Hi, neighbor", I yelled, This is the first time I've really been able to talk to him since I had moved to the Valley. "My name is Heidi, what's yours?" Well, all I know is that he was rather taken by me, which is all the better for me in the long run. He stopped putting steaks on his grill and walked over to the fence where I was standing. "Hi, my name is Alex...Alex Dean...nice to meet you." As we shook hands, I got this odd feeling like I had met him before or something. I don't know, but the feeling went away rather quickly. "I'm cooking for just me, if you'd care to join me?" Hmmm, what a perfect way to "get to know him". I gladly took him up on the offer. "Sure, I'd love it. I'll go into my kitchen and get us some wine for dinner". As I went inside, I quickly planned my next plan of attack for Mr. Dean. I walked out of house and went over to Mr. Dean's with 2 cold bottles of Sauvignon Blanc, 1988, in one hand and 2 fluted wine glasses in the other. My black sundress flowing behind me like waves of the moon flying across the night sky. It fitted my body perfectly, and I noticed Mr. Dean watching me with a keen sense of anticipation. I noticed that he had on a nice Rolex watch, but no other jewelry to speak of. His Wayfarer sunglasses hung from around his neck, and he had a Polo sweater around his neck. "How preppy", I thought, "but, oh is he cute!" I sat down gracefully into the lounge chair he presented to me.
