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POSTCARD FROM PARADISE
Hi, it’s been awhile. I’m still on vacations as you will read. My thanks to my friend and cousin who I guess was right all along. Give it time and you’ll see it differently, Star I owe you one. And to the best advice a friend gave me very recently. Just jump back in. It’s frightening but nothing waged nothing gained.
So sit back, enjoy. It’s going to be a bumpy ride. And Freya, I borrowed something of yours. I’ll send him back as soon as possible. NOT. <veg>
Chantal
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POSTCARD FROM PARADISE
Introduction
Under the beautiful sunny skies of Paradise with a soft breeze blowing. Black shades covering her blue eyes, she was sipping her iced cold fruit drink.
Studying her chessboard, she was trying to resolve the problem at hand. She was working on her "defense française". "Hum, I really have to find a way to improve on this one. Now, if I move this pawn, maybe I can force this play… Argg! I’m stuck!" Taking a sip of her glass, she felt a presence behind her.
"Maybe I can be of some help?"
Turning, Chantal’s mouth opened and closed. Setting her drink on the table with a shaky hand, she said with a weak voice. "What are *you* doing here?"
"Well, the song said "two tickets to paradise", I’m the second one" was the answer. He sat down under the green parasol, took off his black shades and smiled. "So, still want to ponder chess? Or we could go built sand castles. I feel like playing with wet sand" was asked with a very wicked grin.
"Sure…" replied Chantal when she found her voice. "Wonderful." Taking her hand, Sov threw her into his arms (on purpose I’m sure) and yelled "LET’S DO SOME DAMAGE!" And they did, with some help of course…"
PART ONE
With her feet in the warm sand, Chantal, her eyes covered with dark shades was sitting under the biggest green parasol on the beach and letting her mind wander. Her white Irish complexion did not take well to the exposure to the sun. So sunscreen, at least number 45, was necessary to avoid some very painful sunburns. So the parasol was not for show.
She brought her attention back to the chessboard near her. Sov had distracted her from it yesterday. Thinking of him made her smile. She looked to the ocean and heard giggles and screams. "Ah, he found some friends. Good." Trying to figure out a way to trap the black knight, she reached for her chess manual. Still looking at the board, she bent and absently tried to pick the book up. Instead, her hand was trapped by another with a firm grip. "May be I can be of some help?"
A little further down the beach, Sov was holding court and enjoying every second of it. Woman of all ages were gazing at him with hungry eyes. (Note of the author: Well, I guess, Sov in a black leather bathing suit is a sight for sore eyes. And what’s worst, he knows it. LOL)
"You." Chantal sighed. "You are really starting to tick me off, you know." "Still angry. Well, well. I thought that a few days away, enjoying the sun would have put things into perspective" said the God of War. " I see, it’s not the case. What are you doing to yourself? Mopping around like a spoiled child. Not that I don’t like that "quality" in you. It’s kinda endearing." (Note of the author: Of course he would like a spoil brat. LOL) He put a finger on her face, tracing her jaw line. "Now, you know that something gotta give . I will give you a little more leeway but you have to give me something in exchange" he said that with a lazy wicked smile.
Chantal pondered her options. She could push him away. He’d only come back, no use wasting energy on that. She needed time to resolve the opposite forces in her life: her dedication to KS and her attraction, for lack of a better word to this no good god. And gods was he good. " Man, I have it bad." She closed her eyes and nibbled on her lower lip.
"Difficult choices. I know." Glancing at the chessboard, Ares took the white queen into his hand, looked back at Chantal and put the white queen in direct conflict with the black knight and the black king. " Check. You’re move. Or is it, mine?" He laughed and kissed her.
Sov was now, demonstrating his newly acquired skills in CPR. The crowd was now swooning and fainting just to get a personal demonstration of his techniques (Sov is really the master at this, isn’t he? LOL) Which he did with a certain flair and pride.
Breaking the kiss, she pushed on his chest, trying to get back some control. "Hum, okay. I admit I’m not going to get rid of you (gods forbid, I ever do! Lol) that easily. How this ? When I go back, I’ll have more time to play and less work." She hoped that would work. "More play, less work. I’ll think about it. Now where were we?" Bending his head, he had every intentions of making sure there would be a lot more play and not much work done. (Not that I would mind actually. Lol) When a YOU was shouted right at them.
Turning the God of War looked at Sov a little annoyed. "Who invited HIM, here?" Biting her lower lip, Chantal whispered… " I did."
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PART TWO
Chantal was sitting on the beach near the water. The waves almost touching her. The sun was slowly disappearing into the ocean. She was looking straight ahead. Her face was a little paler than usual. "What a mess!" she whispered.
The afternoon’s confrontation between Sov and a certain God of War had turned ugly and went beyond her almost instantly. Closing her eyes she sighed. "Grown up men with charm and power but spoiled rotten."
A few hours earlier….
It had started by a very heated discussion if you can call shouting names and insults at one another a discussion.
"You are an half bread abomination that should have been dealt with long ago."
"You’re a coward, a wimp, a chicken. Oups. Sorry. That’s you’re second in command."
"Okay, *smart* boy. You and me. NOW."
"Oh, this is going to be good. Watch me give you the beating you deserve… Love God."
"Love God! That’s it. You’re dead!"
They were now inches apart. They were about to pound on each other when they noticed the very large crowd that had gotten around them.
"Well, I suggest we take this little disagreement somewhere else" said a very out of character Sov (I guess Herk’s rubbing off him. LOL)
"No problem. Anywhere. Anytime" snarled Ares.
"Now, where was I? Ah, yeah…" Turning, he looked for Chantal. Sov was right behind him. "Oh, no you don’t. She’s mine right now. You make yourself "pop out" or what ever you do. Or else I won’t let a crowd stop me.." he cut his threat short since the lady was nowhere in sight.
"See what you did. *You are a clown* and I’ll deal with you, soon" then Ares "popped out" <g>
Sov just looked around a few minutes. The chessboard, the books were gone.
He let out a yell : DISAPPOINTED!
The sun had set and she was still debating what to do. Some vacations. Might as well have locked herself in her place and not let anyone in. Rest, peace and quiet. That was a joke. She hoped Kendaa could use her large imagination to keep the almighty God of War occupied for a few days. She knew how to make him forget about anything else. For awhile, that is.
Now looking at her chess box on her lap, she knew she would have to deal with Sov sooner or later. This was a small island. He would find her sooner or later.
Hearing foot steps behind her, she smiled. It was sooner. Letting himself sank next to her, he gave her a smile that would have melt an iceberg. "Spoiled but, oh so charming" she thought.
"So. Got lost? Got scared of the big bad wolves?" he asked with a low voice.
"No, it’s just, I really didn’t need to see two grown men throw each other around. I would have overdose on the testosterone."
" I was disappointed that you left. Very disappointed." He closed the space between them. "Now, this vacation was supposed to be fun and relaxing. Fun and relaxing does not include this." As he spoke, he took the chess box out of her lap, got up and threw it like a discus out into the ocean.
"Oh my gods. What did you do that for? Are you insane? This is not going help matters. Oh, man. What am I going to do with you?" Chantal was just shaking her head, got up and started to leave.
"Oh I can think of a few things." Sov pulled her up by her waist, threw her over his shoulder and started back.
"Let me down you, overgrown spoil brat" I’ll scream" she threaten.
"Yes, you will" was the reply.
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PART THREE
Chantal was waiting for her flight to be announced. Head phones on, black shades to hide her sleepy eyes. She was singing along with Bryan Adams "Back to you" (Note of the author: if you know that song you’ll then know it’s appropriate <g>) "I’ve been down, I’ve been beat, I’ve so tired that I could not speak I’ve been so lost that I could not see"… "Then I found you and you helped me through and and ya showed me what to do, that’s why I’m comin’ back to you…" (But I’m not telling who I’m coming back to. Not yet. LOL)
The last few days had not been restful but they had been interesting. She had gotten in touch with Kendaa who told her not to worry. After "playing" with her, she had asked Deeva to take the relay, then MMMuffin had been more than happy to be next to entertain his almighty walking bad attitude. Kendaa had not seen either of them in two days.
Chantal would have some explaining to do especially about that thing on her left shoulder. "How could I have let him to this. This was nuts and… painful." Sov had distracted her during the procedure but still. Needles scared her to pieces. And her beautiful chess box had not been found. No trace of it. "Another thing to explain. Man, next vacation, I’m going to find a remote cabin in the mountains somewhere around Seacouver."
The flight was finally announced. Taking her bags, she flinched. Her left shoulder was still sensitive. "With my luck I’m probably allergic to the ink…"
<After boarding the plane>
Chantal took out her laptop and started to write memos (Poor Gazelle you are in for some work. LOL)
TO : Gazelle administrative manager assistant.
FOR YOUR EYES ONLY
I am returning to KS HQ tonight. Need to you to set up a administrative meeting for 11.00 am (Think about having lunch brought in) tomorrow. Will see you at 9.00 am at my place to prepare the meeting. Bring breakfast, please.
Also ask Cokie to meet me at the construction site at 8.00 am.
No need to have someone meet me at the airport my jeep should be there.
Talk to you soon.
Chantal
~KS Hotline manager~
Smiling, Chantal emailed the message. Closing her laptop she took her headphones and went back to singing with Bryan Adams.
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