~Chapter 3~
~Twelve In The Afternoon~
~Next Morning~
Kathryn rolled over in bed & awoke with a thud as she fell off the bed. "Ow..." she whimpered, pulling herself back onto the bed. Rolling over, she looked at the clock. "Oh shit!" she yelled, jumping up. She rummaged through her suitcases & finally got dressed in a pair of black suede jeans she had done some special tayloring to herself & a white tank top, or course bra & panties first.
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~Chris' House~
Chris was laying in his bed sound asleep still at 1:25 in the afternoon when Lance, who was staying the week with him, crept into his room.
"WAKE UP!" Lance yelled into Chris' ear.
Chris quickly sat up & pushed him away. "What the hell is your malfunction?!" he yelled.
"Doesn't your ass have to go somewhere today?"
"No..."
"You don't have to pick anyone up?"
"Oh fucking shit!" he yelled, jumping up.
"So I take it you remember now?"
Chris glared at him & stripped down to his silk silver boxer-briefs, dressing in a thin white turtle neck & a pair of khaki pants. Running to the garage, he chose a set of keys off his key rack & got in his Chevy Tahoe.
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~At The Hotel~
Kathryn sat outside waiting for Chris. She was sitting ontop of an upright suitcase. She smiled at him when he pulled up & rolled down his window. "Hey."
"Hey," he smiled, getting out of the SUV. "Have a nice sleep?"
"Sort of. I woke up by falling off the bed though," she giggled as he opened the back of his SUV.
He chuckled. "Oh that had to smart. It's better than how I woke up."
"What woke you up?"
"Definately not an alarm clock, that's for sure," he chuckled. "My friend woke me up by screaming in my ear."
"Ouch," she said, helping him load her five heavy suitcases into his Tahoe. "So I take it I'm going to meet another friend of yours?" she smiled. "Or did Joey do it?"
"Nope. A new friend. He's from Mississippi. You might like him."
"What's his name?"
"James."
"Alright," she smiled as Chris shut the back & climbed in. As she climbed in, he smiled at her.
"Pardon me for askin'," he started, "but would you mind telling me your age?" he asked, pulling onto the road.
"Not at all. I'm only twenty-one," she smiled. "And your age?"
"I'm thirty. I'll be thirty-one this year."
"This town seems so much more nicer during the day," she sighed, watching the traffic & scenery.
"Yeah it is. So Kathryn, what brings you here to the U.S.?"
"Well, I used to live here, but mom always wanted to see the "city of lights". We went & ended up moving there."
"Where did you live when you lived here?"
"Well, I was born in Raleigh, North Carolina, & then raised in Millington, Tennessee."
"Go on."
"Well, my mom was really great friend with this lady, I think her name was...Lynn. Yeah, Lynn. Anyway, I've come back to the U.S. because I wanted to find her & her son, but I haven't any idea of where to look. All I remember, is that before mom moved us to Paris, they, Lynn & her son, Justin, moved to Florida. Which is why I brought my search here."
"Where have I heard that stuff before?" Chris thought to himself. "Good luck finding them," he smiled as they pulled into Chris' driveway, parking.
"Thank Chris," she smiled.
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~Inside Chris' House~
Kathryn helped Chris tote her luggage inside, both stopping a moment to trade off luggage to each other.
"Hey," Lance smiled, walking up to the two.
"Hey," Chris grinned, walking past him.
"This must be Kathryn?" he smiled, looking at her.
"And you must be James," Kathryn smiled.
"Yep. But I actually go by my middle name, which is Lance."
"Oh, I'm sorry. It's very nice to meet you, Lance," she smiled & shook his extended hand.
"It's nice to meet you too, Kathryn" he smiled. "Would you & Chris like some help lugging your stuff to the room you'll be staying in?"
"That would be nice," she smiled.
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~Later On~
Chris, Kathryn, & Lance were in Chris' pool room, lounging in & by the pool, letting themselves relax from carrying the five heavy suitcases upstairs to Kathryn's room. Chris was wearing a pair of black swimming trunks, Lance was wearing red swimming trunks, & Kathryn was wearing a two-peice silver bikini. Chris, of course, liked the color.
"So Chris tells me you're here from France?" Lance said.
"Paris, France, yes," she smiled, wiping some pool water from her eyes.
"That's a nice place."
"You've been there?"
"I have, yes. I thought it was very beautiful."
"Oh it is."
"So, are you here alone?"
"Unfortunately. My mother & I saved up enough to get me here & a good car. But apparently, the expensive cars here, are not as good as they seem."
"No, they're not. Some places are willing to rip anyone off."
"That is not very nice of them."
"No...but sadly, that's how some businesses here work."
Kathryn shook her head. "That is a sad way to run a business. Mama runs an honest business back in Paris."
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