Monday morning. Jacqueline was downstairs eating oatmeal with a cup of blueberries. MoMo had gone back home for fresh water and food. She and TJ had a dog door to enter and exit their house. Natalie had gone to work but had dropped by while Jacqueline was still sleeping to leave a note and keys to the Jeep. Natalie asked that Jacqueline take the dogs out in the Jeep. No big deal, they are great company.
First stop this morning would be Paisley Park. The fedora she had obtained from Mrs. Patterson's Saturday visit had been carefully set in the gift box donated by that same awesome lady.
Last night after Prince's impromptu and surprising visit Jacqueline's brain was on overtime attempting to process a "one-up" on him. She was laying out her outline while munching on a few blueberries.
Write provocative invitation for Tuesday
Place inside fedora in hat box
Take to Paisley Park
Those were quick easy actionable items that would be accomplished today. Big question—-Would he take the bait?
She told herself not to worry. Continue to plan as if he would show. If he did not, drop the whole game like 3rd period French and carry on with her vacation. Be thankful for time spent with him. You had a world class encounter. Store it in your memory bank and bring it out when needed.
Let's say he shows. Now, what do you want?
I want to feel his body, all over and I want to be in control. I want to touch him and NOT let him touch me.
Her mind drifted back to her carefree college days. Along with studying music she decided to take a few acting classes including Improv. This is where Jacqueline blossomed. Improv helped the once pudgy pimply faced studious adolescent morph into a more self confident late teen. It helped that she was beginning to learn more about nutrition and began seeing a dermatologist. She still never thought of herself as beautiful or even attractive given the narrow and unattainable standard of beauty back in the mid to late 70s. She would discover later in life that the malignant negative self talk was normal for ANY female. But given her lack of aesthetic self confidence, she developed her musical, comical, and studious competitive side as her compensation.
How can I get him in a position to feel him up without just doing it? That is boring. Kitty Karry-All can't do this. Mmmmm. Let's develop someone with that kind of authority.
Enter Special Agent Ophelia Goodbody.
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Jacqueline had dressed in her workout clothes and had a backpack with water bowls and a few toys for TJ and MoMo. Her body was starting to feel pain from the falls and the mud run. Taking a nice long walk with the dogs would be relaxing for the body and mind.
"TJ, MoMo! Let's go," Jacqueline called as she placed her supplies in the Jeep.
The two wolf dogs came galloping out of the dog door excitedly and leaped effortlessly in the back of the Jeep.
Jacqueline jumped in and started it up. First stop, Paisley Park.
It was a warmish day without the oppressive humidity. The open air drive demanded some road tunes. Classic Vinyl and Classic Rewind were chosen as accompaniment. Jacqueline sang along and bobbed her head with the beat. TJ and MoMo enjoyed the endless cornucopia of smells in the air.
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Dear Mr. Fantasy
FanfictionJacquline Juliet Kenny had witnessed a dramatic end to life as she knew it. Infidelity is known as death by 1000 cuts. How would she survive after her 20 year marriage went belly up? A chance encounter at a pharmacy leads to a night spent at Pais...
