Sandrine and Armond, Part IV.

As the wind rushed by her, she became filled of what she held for Armond that night. She didn't fight it but just inhaled the acceptance of what rushed through her body. Andrie wanted to just breathe every essence of what the gust had blown. 1

   Through a whispered name, she smiled as the wind caught her skirt and soft linen blouse. The wind simply blew against her body. With her small figure, you could see how much of a woman she really was. 2

   The sculpted length of her legs, the perfect shape of her hips, the narrowness of her waist and the natural beauty of her bosom were embraced by the gentle embrace of the wind. She smiled and inhaled the warm breeze, again. 3

   For Andrie; her luscious shape was her own and perfect for her height. She is perfect. As the the warmth began to fade, she realized that she was holding herself. The subtleness of her arms were wrapped around herself, while leaning against the half opened door.4

  Her eyes looked toward the sky, as she kept her arms as they were. She withdrew a long extended exhale and again, smiled; all the while, she whispered into the air the name, Armond Valentino, for the second time.5

  She turned to finish her working day by picking up and cleaning the salon. She had only an hour and 1/2 before the lights turned off. She never liked the timer set for the salon but she always considered it as a race. A secret challenge which made her job a bit more pleasant to do. 6

  As the wind blew, he stirred in his large bed. A bed of strong heavy ancient antique wood and built with care. He laid stretched over the soft felt satin sheet. They weren't made of cheap quality or shiny inexpensive material but the real ones. Those that were made to make you feel as if you had slept in an angel's arms but weren't.7

   Armond laid there upon his bed in deep slumber. He slept without dreams but of complete rest. He earned it. He walked some several hours with a woman that haunted his thoughts and couldn't explain why. 8

   Yet, he stirs because upon his stupor, he heard a voice. While he laid there, a whispered name reached for him. It was his. A female's voice called him. In disbelief, he shook his head. Did he hear right? A woman's voice calls him.9

  The air blew through the windows of his house and brushed the curtains to wave the warmth through the room. It encircled him and while it brushed against him, he heard his name for the second time. This time, he awoke.10

  He lifted himself quickly and responded a whispered, 'My....'. Armond opened his eyes fully and grabbed his robe. What fool answers a half dreamt call?11

  He did and realized that he is close to 'her', but who? While he dressed, he questioned himself. He has lived his years with confidence and security; yet, he now asking himself questions that never feel upon him that he never did before. 12

  'My... what?', he wondered. As he finished up and got ready to set out into the dusk. He turned toward the window and closed it. Armond realized that he had slept his day, away. 13

  He never overslept. He needed his days to find a woman for his evenings. He needed his time to fulfill his sensual appetites. He had to have those beautiful ladies that beaconed unto him. They had to be perfect and he took pride in finding those that desired him. 14

  He checked his watch, while he drew the curtains to a complete close. It was almost 6pm and left only 6 hours until he had to withdraw himself from the world to obtain rest for tomorrow. 15

  For this need to have just the right woman in his arms, he began to think of Andrie. That ignorant woman in his thought, again! Why?! 16

  He couldn't understand this yearning for her. This ache for a female that was obviously not wanting of him but he needed to see her.17

  Armond convinced himself it was just to remove the childish thoughts of her. He told himself it was to only set his mind right. He wasn't going to pursue her and was only a visual cure of this sickness of seeing Andrie in his thoughts and clear her beautiful vision from his mind.18

  He smiled and walked out the locked door. He nodded to himself as if in agreement. That was it. That was his reason to see her.19

  He left into the strong velvet sky and golden color of dusk. Into this night, he walked and began to think of two things. One was his hunger, he need to fulfill it and the Other was that absurd receptionist at that unique salon. He needed an adequate meal before the mid twilight hours fell upon him and he, also, needed to see her.20

  Armond didn't want to admit the second need but it laid upon his soul. For what moved him was coming alive, it stirred him and questioned him. It was for him to find the answers.21

  But first, his unknown prey awaits him and he must find it.    22