Part 1 ~ How Sweet Is My Neighbor

Happy New Year to everyone out there in Blog Land!!!!
I hope you had a wonderful, blessed, healthy, happy and very satisfying holiday!
Know you were all in my prayers and thoughts!

I am sorry that I have not been around much lately...
I have been in some kind of funk
~blog funk, reading funk, life funk... I am not sure just funk~
But I am here to say that I am out of it for now!!!

And to start the new year off right... I have a little story for you...
I have divided it up for you into little pieces...
Believe me you be licking your fingers when this is over.

Now please enjoy my first little short story of 2010~

HOW SWEET IS MY NEIGHBOR
By: Cecile B Smith

January, beginning of a new year. Out with the old and in with the new, right? Cleaning time. Well, this is the last bag of his crap that I have to throw away. Me and dick-face nameless lived together for about a year until I caught him and Ms. Up the Road May I Borrow A Cup of Sugar doing the nasty in my living room. I kicked him out and stayed in the house till I could sell it. Six months later, I am handing the keys over to the real estate agency and heading back home. Close to my parents, oh yay. I should be been jumping up and down. Instead, I am watching memory after memory of what we had go into the trash. It is for the better, I know this; but my heart feels stuck. Not on him or us, but on the idea of being alone. Starting over again. Playing the fields again. Life sucked sometimes and this is one of those times. With the last of his crap to the road and mine in the moving trailer, I hauled what was left of my heart and soul and moved - forward.

We finally arrived at my new house. I got out my car and took my first breath of independence. It felt good and scary all at the same time. The real estate company assured me the movers would do everything and they did. Of course my Mom and Dad came over to help out too. With everyone's help, what would have taken me at least two weeks, was done in one day. It was worth the extra money for the movers.

Well, the evening is drawing to a near end and I am plum damn exhausted. I had just plopped down on the couch when the door bell rings. Crap! It is probably my Mom or Dad. Oh hell, the door isn't locked, so I yelled, "COME IN!" My parents would understand me not getting up. No one opened the door. Damnit. The door bell rang again. Double damn, maybe it was one of the movers and they were trying to be polite. I heaved myself up off the couch and went to open the door.

I opened the door and my mouth hits the ground. Before my eyes is the hottest man I have ever seen in my life. He is holding a delicious cake in his hands. I have to be dreaming, right. These things just do not happen to me. I glance him over, okay okay... so I stalked over him with my eyes. His hair is on the dark side of chocolate, his eyes are a gorgeous shade of crystal clear blue, his skin the color of honey and oh my gosh his body is to die for. Then he makes my heart skip a bunch of beats by smiling; he has a very sexy smile. Holding the cake with one hand, he sticks the other hand to shake hands with me. "Hey, I'm Justin, your new neighbor." Could my dream get any better, his voice was pure satin over my body. Okay, it has been a while I know, but damn this man was making me turn into a puddle with just his name.

If you want more of Justin and his cake... You better make sure you stick around...
Because it is about to get all kinda of delicious up in here!!!

This is my story. All words, names and places are clearly made up in my mind.
If you so chose to print my story any where, I promise you harm.
I am nice... I promise.