For your readying pleasure " I never liked Leanne"

[ktownDaddy]

Its been a while since I have written. My creative writing teacher in college you used play a game with us. He said go out in public and pick a time. Lets say 9:47 am - then at that precise time write down the first sentence you hear and start a story with it an see where your muse takes you.

 

Challenge accepted. I was out in a coffee shope and hear the following come from the Table beside me. "I have never liked Leanne"

 

Leanne : Chapter #1

 

 

I have never liked Leanne. It's not like she ever has done anything mean or malicious to me, or even someone I know. It's just....well, one of those things, where no matter what a person does or says, no matter how hard they try to be nice - you just don't like them.

 

The fact that she recently started dating my cousin made it all that more evident. The fact that I found this out after he moved into the extra bedroom downstairs and she soon followed, now, makes the situation, pretty much intolerable.

 

I had seen her a few times at the gym we both worked out at. She was training for a bikini modeling competition and everyone at the gym knew about it. She always had a congregation of ripped young men hanging around her. Giving her tips, offering to spot for her and generally acting foolish and embarrassing the male race. With all the potential suitors she had, I was surprised she started going out with my cousin. He was considerably older than her and though he liked to run,he certainly wasn't what I would call a fine specimen of male health.

 

Regardless, she waited for us to come in and within minutes of our arrival she was over talking to us and chatting him up. I tried not to engage her in conversation, which at first appeared to annoy her. She eventually gave up us and concentrated all her attention solely on Derrek.

 

The fact that I don't like her drives my cousin crazy. He's the happiest he's been in years and he can't understand why I an not totally enamoured by her; like everyone else with a penis is. Whats annoying, is many of my female friend are attracted to her too - she seams to cast some kind of spell over people. I am not falling for it though and don't mind being the anomaly in the group - which has typically been my way.

 

About 4 weeks ago Derrek got a job up north at a mine in the golden triangle and is now required to to do camp rotational shifts. He's doing 21 days in and 14 days out. When he's home things are bearable but when he's gone those are 21 very long days. Leanne, is a fulltime student working on her master's in psychology, another annoying trait to add to the list. She kept to her downstairs confines to do her studying for the first shift Derrek was away, but now she has slowly moved her txt books and lap top upstairs to the main living area.

It's not like she's loud or obnoxious; conversational or otherwise - she's just there.

 

I tried to be annoying, playing video games louder than I typically would. Answering the phone and taking on speaker phone all in the hopes that she would seek a quiet recluse and disappear back downstairs. No such luck!

 

Last week, I went into slob mode. This is something, I have never done before, as I actual prefer a clean house. I did it in the hopes that the mess and clutter would put her off. No such luck. Infact to the contrary, at the end of the week when I came home from work, she had cleaned the house and left me half a pizza on the dinning room table. Ham, pineapple and feta, my favorite.

 

I remember sitting on the couch for a good ten minutes, just staring over at the pizza and wondering what she was up to. I felt like I was being toyed with, manipulated, but couldn't figure out how or why. I eventually gave in, had a few pieces and then went upstairs for a shower. When I came back downstairs, she was back on her perch at the table. The books spread out around her, obvlivious to the world around her, and feverishly typing away on her lap top.

 

I snuck quietly down the stairs, as to not attract attention to myself and quickly made a beeline for the big comfy couch located in the middle of the living room. Making myself comfortable, I outstretched on the couch and flipped on the TV set. I was shufflling through the Net Flix new releases, when I was caught of gaurd by her voice calling across from the kitchen.

 

She asked if she could join me. I looked down towards my feet at the far end of the couch and wondered how rude it would be if I didn't move. I began to sit up, and before I could reply, she grabbed the big thow pillow off the small, uncomfortable arm chair and spread out on the white plush carpet on the floor.

 

 

I sat up, somewhat puzzled by her choice of the floor. I wanted to get a better look at her, as I figured this was some strange or sneaky ploy to get one over on me.

 

 

I watched her as she lay on her back, legs partially open in a white Hello Kitty t-shirt and yellow form fitting yoga pants that accentuated her legs and thighs. It looked like she was doing some sort of pre-aerobic work out.

 

She began extending her legs, first the left then the right as her one leg went straight, bent the other pulling the knee against chest. I looked down at her like, what the fuck are you doing and she just looked back at me and smiled.

 

I remember the next 45 seconds were very odd. She was grinning, looking up at me for like she was waiting for some sort of approval or acknowledgement, but all I could do was look at her is disbelieve and stare. She kept moving and smiling her legs moving rhythmically and I just kept staring like what is your point. Our eyes then locked in a weird Mexican standoff kind of stare and then slowly her movements decreased. I watched how she eventually stopped half way in between a leg extension and just stared at me. I stared back.

 

Then her face became bright red and it looked like she was going to cry. This women, who struck me as someone with enough confidence to knock down a building all of a sudden looked completely vulnerable. She reminded me of the way my 12 year old nice looked when I raised my voice and chastised her for wearing her muddy boots on my new white carpet. I turned my gaze away and she quickly rolled over on her stomach facing the TV.

 

There was a minute of uncomfortable silence and then, feeling like a bit of an asshole, I engaged her in conversation. I asked her what she would like to watch. Her mood changed instantly and she giggled claiming she didn't care and would watch whatever I wanted to. I found this odd but suddenly felt better too. I decided on some Marvel Comics based series and made myself comfortable.

 

I think I got through about 10 minutes of the movie before my eyes started to close. I had been up since 5:00 am that morning and was fading fast. I tossed the remote down onto the thick white plush rug she was laying on and mumbled something about watching whatever she wanted if I fell asleep.

 

I am not sure what it was that woke me up. Perhaps it was my need to go to the bathroom, maybe, it was the weird accents coming from the TV show she was now watching. Maybe it was just the fact that it was 4:30 am and I was no longer tired. I tried to focus my eyes on the dark room in front of me but had difficulty seeing anything. I slowly reached out my arm and felt down on the floor for my glasses. Unsuccessful, I reached up behind my head and felt around on the coffee table. To my surprise I found my triangular glasses case which I though I had placed on my bedside night table after my shower. I was equally surprised when I opened it up and found my glasses inside.

 

I spent the next few minutes in the dark racking my brain trying to remember leaving the couch and going upstairs. I couldn't and if I did, why wouldn't I just go to bed. I was about to sit up when the scene on the TV screen changed and the room suddenly lit right up. I quicly put on my glasses.

 

I was surprised to see Leanne awake watching Chinese cartoons at this late hour. I was more surprised when my eyes focussed and I saw the content of the cartoons she was watching. These were not the cartoons I watched when I was a child and this certainly wasnt Netflix. It became quickly evident that even in the indecipherable dialect these cartoons had a very strange and almost darkly sexual theme.

 

I was about to speak when the scene changed again and I was treated to an image of a young Asian girl being led on a leash like some strange sexual girl cat, tail and all. I watched how the owner led her through the doors of the house into some weird animated room with a giant cat bed and cage.

 

Have you ever said a sentence a few times over in your head. To judge how it will sound, the implication it will have and the reaction it will get.

 

I was doing that and had my sentence ready when Leanne's bottom went slowly up into the air. I held my breath both confused and somewhat adimittantly curious. I watched how she lowered her hips and her groin came to rest on her hand. I watched how long nailed slender fingers went to work between her legs as her hips rocked up and down.

 

I watched intently as her fingers slid back and forth between the fabric of her tight yellow pants and her skin. She was complety oblivious that I was awake and completely engrossed in the show and the actions and routines the owner was putting his girl cat through. It was like a lion tamer with a lion but instead of a long whip he was using what looked like a oversized riding crop.

 

He gave the girl cat orders in Asian and if she didn't react quickly enough he would strike her bottom with the crop. They were simple tasks; picking up toys, drinking milk from a bowl and going in and out of a cage. The owner appeared quick tempered and dissatisfied with his human pet. Quick to punish at any opportunity he got. The Cat was either very stupid or somehow enjoying the punishment and the use of the cane against her body as she repeatedly made the same mistakes over and over again.

 

I watched Leanne, her body reacting to the punishment of the cat-girl obviously turned on by this bizzare progression of events and felt my own hand slide down the front of my pants.

 

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Let me know your thoughts and what you thought of the introductary chapter.

 

Ktown.