Secret Desires

Secret Desires Part 4

4

I don't remember much about the hospital. I don't remember arriving, did I have surgery? How long did I spend recuperating? Hell, I don't even remember how I got home. But here I am... home, lounging in my tub, surrounded by soft bubbles and the engulfed in the aroma of my favorite scent. I lean my body back against the terry cloth neck roll, close my eyes and try to remember. Did Walter come to visit me? I kind of remember Keisha's voice. Did my parents come to see me? More importantly where is everyone now? I wonder if this is part of the after effects from the accident.

After I wash and rinse the suds from my body. I stand up and step out of the tub onto a red rug. I reach for my red and black towel and wrap up. As I make my way to the bedroom, I'm lost in dejavo. I slither my legs into my thigh highs, slide my thong on and clip my stockings into the garter belt attachments. I glide over to the closet and slip my feet into a pair of black high heels and pull a fitted black dress off its padded hanger. After I step into the form fitting dress, I walk back into the bathroom and unroll my Mary Kay rollup bag and pull my makeup out. A Natural look tonight, just enough color to accentuate the right places. Eyeliner to define my sultry eyes and enough lip stain, to say kiss me now! A few sprays of my Bella perfume and I head towards my closet. Removing my shiny black rain coat off the corner of my closet door, I drape it over my arm, and walk towards the front door. When I reach it, I pause, like I'm waiting for something to happen, but it doesn't. So, I pick up my black purse and exit the house.

The street is empty. The silence, is eerie and the chill in the air is going straight to my bones. It's an October evening and this cold is out of the ordinary for this time of year. Chilly yes, but this, this is downright frigid. I open the driver's side door and maneuver myself behind the wheel, tossing my purse to the passenger side seat. After the key is secure in its shaft, I turn the car on and press the number three button on the radio tuner. My favorite radio station comes on, slow Jams all day, every day, yup that's me. I adjust the rearview mirror and begin to back out of my driveway. The sound of my cell phone ringing startles me causing me to slam on my brakes and makes my body jerk forward.

"Dammit," I scream as my body returns to the back of the seat. I put the car in park, lean over and snatch the phone out of my purse just as a horn blares from a car as it passes by me. "Hello," I say irritated into the phone. But there is no one there. I look at my screen and the ID reads, 'Private Caller.' "Okay that was weird," I think, returning the phone to my purse. I sigh, before I resume backing out of the driveway. I drive aimlessly down the road with no idea of where I am going. Before long though, my hands seem to be making precise turns towards a part of town I don't recognize.

After several turns, I find myself on a side street and it's full of a lot of little bars, neon lights and clubs with lines of people standing waiting to get in. I breeze past them and pull around the back of a building, I'd otherwise think was abandoned. Like I have been there a million times before, a tall muscular man at the gate waves me in, and points to a parking attendant who led me towards an empty spot near the front.

Where was I? How did I know this place? How did they know me?