Where has the love gone?

Chapter Two - Keep your filthy mouth shut!

Chapter two

Keep your filthy mouth shut!

Ayaa's POV

　

　

The next day, I decided to take a trip over to the garage where my husband worked at while on my lunch break. My lunch break lasted for about forty-five minutes and I had to get over to the garage in time - which was not the closest location to my job.

I stepped off the bus and adjust the hair pin in my hair and checked one last time that one of my buttons to my blue blouse was unbuttoned underneath my trench coat. Thankfully, Darnell was off on a lunch break also with a couple of his buddies around the block, so I had Mr. Yewins to myself and I wasn't going to waste any precious time.

I walked in through the door, a soft bell chimed when I opened and let the door close behind me. I was standing in a small room with black and white tiles, chipping paint, leather worn down chairs, and a small reception area that was vacant. A short husky man came waddling out of the only door that was connected to the small waiting room. Mr. Yewins beamed at the sight of me, for two reasons that I secretly knew; one, Mr. Yewins had a fetish for dark slim, curvy women and the few times that I dropped by to visit Darnell, Mr. Yewins never failed the chance of sneak a peek at me, and two, he was a lonely old White man who was divorced and probably wasn't getting any attention from the opposite sex.

Mr. Yewins was an inch shorter than I was - then again I was wearing heels - and had a bald spot that was put on display by the fine silver threads that brought attention to his hairless location. Today, he was wearing a dark blue suit and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the black and blue polkadot bow tie ascue. His blue eyes danced as he wore a grin on his pale face that I grew familiar with, "Well hello Mrs. Jenkins! Come in to see your husband? He's not here right now."

I shook my head, smiling, "Oh, I know that Mr. Yewins. I came by to see you." I said as I shrugged out of my coat, draping it over one arm as I held my tan purse in the other hand. Immediately, his blue eyes focused in on my cleavage that I had normally kept secret yet allowed to be present in the most respect, tasteful way, but today, the sight was for Mr. Yewins needy eyes only. To my delight, my womanly features had already won him over.

I cleared my throat after a certain amount of time and reluctantly, Mr. Yewins came back to reality. "W-what did you want to see me for Mrs. Jenkins?" He stuttered with glistening beads forming over his creamy forehead as the old man of sixty-five struggled to keep his wandering eyes from escaping.

I smiled to myself. "Would you mind if we took this discussion into your office, Mr. Yewins?" I raised my eyes, smiling as I slowly moved around the old man,keeping my eyes locked with his. I wasn't going to take a no; I was determined. All he could was nod his head hastily - looking parched - and trailed in behind me. I made sure to carefully sway my hips as I moved into the old small brown leather chair. I gazed around the small office as Mr. Yewins walked around his old dark wood desk and plopped heavily down into his own old black leather chair.

The walls were painted a pale yellow, which was beginning to chip away, and the dark brown carpet was dingy and soiled with dirt, coffee stains, and other stains that she failed to recognize. The second door left of her led out to the vacant garage and a small glass window in the door. There was not a window the room, so the only circulation was from the one small fan that was perched on the left corner of the desk. Papers and pens were scattered across the table top and Mr. Yewins closed a file that he had past investigating and shoved it to the side. A painting of a green field with a guiding golden light, cast across the threads of grass, the frame hood crooked and soon I was beginning to feel bad that Mr. Yewins did not have the time or money to hire a cleaning company to care for his office.