Chrissel's Fire - Don't Waste My Fruit by Mark Edwards Read Free Book Online

play in the background. The slow sax tempo became irrelevant as her body and soul started responding to the fever of his rhythmic creativity.
     
     
     
    “So who is better, your wife or her?” she asked.
     
    “Honey, you are the best a husband can have!”
     
     
    “ I really need to hurt this low down cheater who happens to be my husband, but can I tell you? - I really enjoyed him,” Jilean thought to herself after waking up and seeing Thames beside her on the floor still asleep.
     
    “ I am really hurting and I really feel betrayed by my husband.  How could he do this to me?  Anyways, the show must go on.” She murmured to herself while grabbing the camera to take pictures at the rehearsal as she headed off leaving Thames still unawakened on the floor. 
     
    “ You are not going to betray me and get away with it, I swear am gonna  hurt you but I really need some more of you first - mr big guy.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eighteen
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Thames woke up and found himself on the floor.
    “ What happened?  Jilean where..?”   Every thing started coming back to him; he smiled to himself as he started gaining an unblemished recollection of what had happened an hour ago.
     
    “ I can’t believe this; my wife was so hot, what has really gotten into her, what more could a husband want?” he asked as his cell phone rang.
     
    “Hi Pleasant-tasting.”   It was Chrissel on the other end of the line.
     
    “ What more can a husband handle?” Thames asked himself as he immediately fell in hypnotism upon hearing the charming voice of his ladylove.
      Chrissel just had the correct antidote to induce paramount tension and desire as his blue jeans suddenly became too tight for his body.
     
    “I know you are home alone Mr.enjoyable.”
     
    “Darn, Chrissel how do you know that?”
     
    “Well your wife is on her way to have a little meeting - with me ,” she chuckled.
     
    “What kind of meeting?” Thames snarled.
     
    “Well she hired me to flaunt my stuff ( you know the stuff I flaunt for you) in one of her newest clothing line.  I think I might be a little late for the appointment with your wife as I have an overdue appointment with her husband.”
     
    “Chrissel, don’t do this!”
     
    “Thames sweetheart, I’ll let you in on a little secret – I ‘m outside; please control your little pup, I don’t think she is too fond of me,” she informed as she hung up.
     
     
    Thames headed outside as he heard the angry growling of Sally Joe and much to his surprise Chrissel was really there.
     
    “ Hi handsome.”
     
    “Chrissel what the heck are you doing here?”
     
    “Are you coming to get me or what?”
     
    “Chrissel we shouldn’t be doing this anymore.”
     
    “Thames, I know you want this; my fruits are ripened, are you going to make them go to waste?”
     
    “Wow Chrissel you just look irresistible in red, how does one tell you no?
     
    “Thames, I’ll let you in on another little secret – I am wearing all red.”
     
    “Ok then, red riding hood.”
     
    “And what big teeth do you have?”
     
    “Big enough to..” Thames jested as he aggressively freed her of her red jacket unveiling her pair of caramel puffy pastry adorned in fiery red satin.  “ She was so right- she is all scorching red,” he said to himself.
     
    “Oh not so fast you Big Bad Wolf!” she stopped him after placing her on his shiny dark colored brown Mullϊier FRiech and Sons Concert Grand piano which stood as an ornament in the glassy cabin hallway of the Snowy’s residence.
     
    “What’s wrong?” Thames Snowy enquired as he watched her slowly moving her red velvet heels on the higher octaves of the instrument that was overloaded with black and white keys hammering raindrops-like sounding notes. 
     
    “In all decency, I have to make a phone