Sandrine and Armond, Part II.

It wasn't that he wasn't satisfied with his feast but the meeting of Andrie was a definite lasting one. His dinner was properly served and the hunger gone but he wanted more.1

More of what? Of some silly receptionist? For what reason, would Armond want such a strong willed spirit? His delights were found in those that could bend to his will by a simple hinted mention coming from his lips or guided gestures of his arms. Yet, her eyes haunted him and her touch moved him. 2

Armond left the railing of the bridge and did so that he could enjoy the night's moonlight. It was one of his favorite things to do. As he walked the evening's glow, he couldn't put his finger on it but his thoughts kept strolling to that one moment. That one touch. That one flighty minute of when their hands met and it was more than that; but, what was it?3

Through the hours that flew by, he didn't realize that dawn was upon him and he spent no time in finding rest. Did he really spend most of his evening thinking of a woman that he knew by her first name only? A whole night spent in reminiscing over a simple touch but why her?4

'What kind of name is Andrie, anyway?', he questioned himself. A question that wasn't going to be obtained by a simple answer. He found himself wanting to find her.5

Wanting to locate a beautiful and elegant creature that held something inside her; but, what could it be?6

While Armond found a means to settle his mind momentarily to find his rest, she awoke from her own slumber.7

Andrie was awaken from a nightly routine of a well rested evening. She couldn't explain how she obtained such a perfect sleep but every night, she did. 8

Yet, for Andrie, the name of the gentleman yesterday still kept entering her thoughts. In fact, she remembers how she smiled at her awkward meeting of the man. To put it point blank, she recalls falling into her sleep with the handsome man on her mind.9

She giggled at herself because there have been men in her life that have entered her mind at the end of the day. Only if they knew her. None did. No one ever took a chance of little Sandrine Antoinette. Who would?10

She continued her morning steps; in order, for her to begin her day. With Armond on her mind, she noticed a couple of drops of blood at her bathroom sink. She questioned it but without much further thought; she cleaned it and continued the morning of getting her laundry out of the washer and into the dryer before leaving to work.11

Andrie never really questioned the little things that she couldn't remember. In fact, if you really thought about it... What human being would clean up a little blood without wondering where it came from? Or, Put the little things away, without wondering how it got done in the first place?12

You see, that night and every night before; Andrie visits her friends, has a few bites of dinner, greets the normal neighbors before entering her apartment and routinely drops into her bed.13

To be more vivid, she often lays there taking deep breaths and puts faces into her mind of all those that she met that day. Recalling names and little events; especially, certain auras that she picked up from the guests. 14

Andrie never understood why she does it or how she was able to do it; but, they were routine flashes of those she would meet through out the day. They were pin points of those that gave her a certain smile which would come from a true spirited person, an affectionate laugh that would burst from an honest moment, a look from a client that she could sense that he/she only wanted to be noticed at the salon or a gentle accidental bump from a stranger on her way home. They were often little things that not many would notice but Andrie.15

Before long her thoughts played out the meeting with Armond, how silly was she to remember such a man? As she laughed at the incident, she realized that she was truly embarrassed at the whole thing. For being human, and almost failing unto the floor.16

Yes, she had the right to be embarrassed. Yet, his touch. His hands. The gentle strength of his fingers and his pull to bring her towards him.17

What woman thinks of every second from such a meeting? She did and he was on her mind when she took deep breathes that played out his features and his physic. It was Armond that stayed inside her mind. It was his eyes and smile that lingered when without thought she began to feel her chest breathe in deeper.18

Andrie kept Armond's captured moment of time trapped in her memory while her hands reached over her ample breast that was covered with a soft thin lining of a pink silk blouse. She couldn't resist the notion the things he could do to her, if he was there with her. 19

She took a longer inhaled breath of a woman full of desire and only her to satisfy such a need.20

Yet, she did this every once in a while because no man was ever around to be a part of her. No male could ever enter her life that she could feel bonded to. Andries feminine features captured many men's attention and by her disposition left many wondering 'if' but none came to her. 21

It may have been because of her simple elegance of life that turned many away. Something so beautiful had to belong to someone and in her heart, she knew that she did. 22

So, nightly she would play out a scene in her mind before bed and wondered of 'love'. 23

When would 'love' find her and how? 24

This was how Andrie would end her nights. With questions and desires and no fear of time. She would end her nights with a last thought of a handsome man in thought and a lasting long deep sensual breathe that would darken her eyes into sleep until the morning's light.25

This was her night that she did so routinely; while, Armond spent his with a voluptuous red head. Nothing to new for either one beside the simple connection.26

The one that was made simply by accident but would hold true into each other's mind.27

At the rising of the sun, Armond fell asleep with Andrie as his last thought just as she had done that night. While at this moment, she was  awoken with Armond in hers; all the while, she heads out the door.28

Leaving her apartment, she reached for the handle to walk into the world and never notice the couple of drops that was left on the door knob. While closing the door behind her, she straighted her well fitted black mid skirt with the palm of her trickled bloodied hand. By this act, the blood was wiped clean and vanishes with her noticing it.29

Facing her path before her, she smiles and recalls the vivid memory of Mr. Valentino. She throws a very whispered laugh to herself because never did she remember a person with such intensity. 30

She never really remembered those she would meet from first encounters. Yet, he stayed with her. An overwhelming sense of heated desire came over her by the pure thought of this man.31

This was unusual for her but she just smiled and continued her day. While following her everyday events, she couldn't help by return to yesterday's meeting. Why couldn't she just allow this to go?32

What kind of man stays with a woman for so long? How could this past chance incident possibly get Andrie to think of this man, this creature of intense spirit? A link to a being that appeared to be unlike her but somehow, 'be' like her. How?33

Feelings. Questions. Connected only known to the Gods, themselves and for what reasons? What binds them?34