My Diary - The Beginning

When we were outside, we made arrangements to get together on Sunday. I hugged and kissed them both. Getting into the car, I again realized the time and how tired I was. When I took my Sidekick out of my bag, I saw that I had 4 messages from Justin. The first message talked about how he missed me. The second message stated that he would wait for me to call back. The third message said that he had to come to the NY for business tomorrow. The fourth message said that he wanted to see me tomorrow afternoon. I thought it was perfect. I could go over listings with Frank in the morning, go to work and then meet with Justin, afterwards.

When we pulled up to my condo building, my driver helped me out of the car. He insisted on walking me to the elevator and making sure that I got on safely. I didn’t argue because I still didn’t know Frank’s wife incarceration status and Friend told me that whoever had been stalking me was still out there. I thanked him for everything, told him what time I needed him for tomorrow and got on the elevator. I was happy to be home. I did think that because of everything that was going on, maybe I needed to put my condo on the market and find something else. I would discuss it with Friend tomorrow before making a decision. The elevator stopped on my floor and I stepped off. It was still good to be home.

I turned the key in the door and heard a click. I turned the key again and the key broke. I then started knocking on the door. I couldn’t believe that my key had broken in the door. Frank came to the door and opened it. I showed him the part of the key that was in my hand. He rubbed his eyes and took the key. I knew that he was still sleepy. I threw my bags down and went into the kitchen. I poured Frank a glass of orange juice, then poured a shot of Ciroq in it and gave it to him. He drank it. The taste was what he needed to help wake him up. He handed the glass back to me. I sat it on the counter as he looked at the door. The frown on his face let me know he wasn’t happy with what he saw.

As he went back into his room to get something, I picked up my things to take them into my room. Even though it was late, I wasn’t tired. That surprised me. I would think that after the lovemaking from earlier, I would be drained. I unpacked my Gucci luggage so that I could sit them by the front door. I didn’t want to forget to take them back to the office. I cut the lights on in my dressing room. As I bent to put my shoes back in the Burberry Section, I realized that I hadn’t opened the bags from Sabrina. I carried them into my bedroom and went back into my dressing room. Then I realized that something didn’t smell right. I didn’t know why I hadn’t smelled it before. I started sniffing my nose and looking around.

I didn’t see where the smell was coming from. I walked back into my bedroom and the smell was in there. I looked under my bed and still didn’t see anything. I made a mental note to call the building superintendent later this morning. I opened one of the Saks bag and there was a hoe in it. I didn’t understand what was going on but I opened the next bag and there was a butcher’s knife in it. I didn’t take it out; I didn’t want to touch it. That didn’t stop me from looking in the other bags. The bags contained strands of black hair, a dress that appeared to be ripped and a box. I took the box out of the bag and opened it. Inside of the box was something covered by tissue paper, the smell was horrible. I opened the tissue paper and screamed. Frank came running into my bedroom. I was already in my bathroom throwing up. Between the box and the smell, I felt sick to my stomach. Frank came into the bathroom and pulled my hair back. I was still on the floor with my head over the toilet. Frank asked me what was wrong. I just pointed to my bedroom, as I continued to throw up. Frank went back into my bedroom. The next thing I heard was him scream, “What the hell!” Then he started a string of cussing. I stood up and flushed the toilet. Frank was right by my side. He wet a washcloth and then started wiping my mouth. I held my hair back and allowed him. Frank asked me when had I received the package. I told him that it had come last night or because it was now a new day, the night before. I told him how when we came upstairs after the fight, the bags were in my room. I thought Sabrina had left them and he had forgotten to tell me. He said that he never saw the bags or Sabrina. I explained to him that they were on my bed and I just moved them into my dressing room. Once, he felt I was okay; he went back into my bedroom. I started brushing my teeth as I heard him call 911. Then he called the building security. He was screaming at them. When I finished I walked back into my bedroom. He was stripping my bed and had already opened the windows. I smiled because Frank always knew what I liked. The smell made me throw up again. I didn’t make it back into the bathroom, now there was vomit all over my hardwood floors. Frank came to me and started lifting my dress over my head. He reached in the back of me, unsnapped my bra and then pulled my panties down. I lifted my legs to step out of my panties. He then lifted me and carried me into my bathroom. He sat me on the toilet while he reached in my shower and turned the hot water on. He told me to get in the shower and relax. He said that the police and security would be here any minute now. Frank instructed me to put on the loungewear that he would sit on my ottoman in my bathroom. Then after I got dressed to come into the living room. He would clean up the mess, change my sheets and I wouldn’t have to do anything. I would have kissed him, if I didn’t smell or taste like vomit.

My Diary - The Beginning

I called Faith; she was the more forgivable one, out of the three of us. When Faith answered I told her where I was and that I would be running late. I pledged with her to have Hope order and that I would be there. We hung up blowing kisses to each other.

Friend walked back into the bedroom with my clothes. The chamber maid must have come while I was on the phone talking to Faith. I thanked him, finished repacking my bag and got dress. I unwrapped my hair and pulled it back into a loose bun. When I had finished, I turned to find Friend watching me. I smiled at him as he started walking towards me. I knew from the look in his eyes that he wanted more. I bent to pick up my luggage before he reached me. When he kissed me, I kissed him back and then handed him my bags. I knew that it wouldn’t be right for us to ride down in the elevator together. I opened the door and stepped through it. Friend was close behind me. I don’t now what it was in him but he rode downstairs in the elevator with me. We hugged in the elevator until the bell rang to tell us the elevator was stopping. Then I moved as far away from him as possible. A couple stepped onto the elevator and nodded at us. I smiled back and Friend tilted his hat. When I looked at Friend, he had lipstick on his chin. I wiped my chin to motion to him, to wipe his. He tried to lick it and it made me giggle. The man turned around and looked at me. I winked at him; he smiled and turned back around. When the bell rung to announce the doors were going to open again, we were on the lobby floor. I stepped off the elevator and walked out the front door. Friend came running after me. He was screaming, “Miss, Miss” as if he didn’t know me. When I reached my car, I turned to him. He held up my bags and said that I had forgotten them on the elevator. My driver opened the trunk and took them from him. I reached my hand out to his. I thanked him for being such a gentleman. Our eyes smiled with so much more than neighborly kindness. When I let go of his hand, I got into the car and rode away.

I was glad that I had taken the time to see Friend. However, as I reached for my regular cell phone, I realized that the police still had it. “Damn!” I said out loud. My driver asked me if everything was alright. I assured him that it was and asked him to turn up the radio. Jennifer Hudson’s song “Spotlight” was playing. I laid my head back against the seat, closed my eyes and sang along to the music.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I was delighted. I hadn’t seen Faith in what seemed like forever. I didn’t even wait for my driver to open the door. I jumped out and almost ran into the restaurant. When I saw Hope and Faith, I rushed straight to their table. I hugged and kissed them both before sitting down.

Before going into what had been going on in my life, I wanted to hear all about theirs. I was excited when Hope announced that they were considering going into practice together. Even though Hope practiced gynecology and obstetrics and Faith practiced psychology, they thought that if they found a building and combined their practices, it would save them money. I was so happy for them. Of course, I agreed to help them find the perfect space. They announced that they wanted to move to Uniondale. That way they would be in between their homes. That was the perfect opening for me to tell them about Frank, his wife, Justin and Friend. When I was finished they were ready to order another round of Mao-tai. We talked, ate and laughed until the clock read 12:45am. I couldn’t believe that I had kept them out this late. I apologized and they laughed at me. Hope said that I had so much going on that I was starting to get formal on them. I laughed back. I signaled for the waitress that was hovering in the background.

When I opened my Christian Louboutin Pleated Leather Clutch hand purse, there was a long purple velvet box in it. I knew immediately where it had come from. I pulled it out of my purse and laid it on the table. Faith reached for it. Hope snatched it out of her hand and opened the box. My curiosity had peaked with them passing the box back and forth. When Hope opened the velvet box it was a 15 carat flawless diamond emerald cut ring flaunted by 4 rows of diamond Baguettes by Lorraine Schwartz .The documents that occupied it said “that the ring was valued at more than $5 million dollars”. We all just sat there looking at each other. I took the box and tried the ring on my right hand ring finger. It was a perfect fit. Hope read the handwritten card that was attached to the paperwork: “This is for a person that has captured my heart, soul and love. This ring is nothing more than a token of our friendship. The store will not accept it back. Please keep it, wear it and enjoy. Know that the love behind this ring will keep you safe.”

I was speechless. Faith spoke to me first. She said, “It’s not everyday that someone meets a person like Friend. Although, your relationship isn’t one that you can be free about, it has bought both of you, happiness. Don’t be crazy and not accept the ring. With everything going on in your life, right now you deserve it. I’m sure that Friend is aware of it and that’s why he bought it for you” Hearing that from Faith was the incentive I needed to keep the ring. Hope laughed and said that she would never take it off. I agreed. It was really big for my little hand but because he added the rows of baguettes it made me feel that the ring wasn’t one of engagement. I kept the ring on, paid for dinner and then we all got up to leave.

My Diary - Still at the Beginning

When we arrived at my office building, I was glad to be at work. I knew that my day was going to be busy. I had the real estate agent coming in at 10am for the written warning. Although, my agents worked for commission, I paid them a draw payment each week. That meant they would receive a check and at the end of the month, their commission check would be issued minus any payments they had received over the month. Well, because he hadn’t been coming in, his draw was overdrawn. Since I'm the drawer, I had to hire a new agent because of his missing open houses and not following up with potential clients. I am real serious about my agents’ professionalism. Every thing they do or don’t do reflects back on me. The agency is in my name and I worked hard to get my own brokerage. When Brandi came in to tell me that the agent had I arrived, I asked her to have Brianna come in along with the receptionist. I normally like to have witnesses to the write-ups, this protects me. I try to sit them strategically to have the agent not feel threatened and become defensive. When he walked into the office he was very hostile at first but after we talked and I showed him his attendance calendar, his missed appointments and his goal, he relaxed. We discussed that one of his professional goals were to eventually own his brokerage. Once we went through what was still needed to accomplish this, he thanked me. He informed me that he had gotten so happy with the checks he had made that he had become complacent. I knew that it’s easy for that to happen. A lot of agents make between $30,000 - $40,000 a month and they get happy with that and don’t strive for more. I was happy with the outcome of this write-up. When he left; my staff when over the meeting, dissecting how it was handled. We discussed what could have been done to have made it go smoother and faster. We talked about the positive issues that were brought up. When I looked at the clock we had just enough time to eat before the first settlement. While the receptionist typed up the notes from the meeting, Brianna filed the write up and Brandi set up the conference room for the 1st scheduled settlement. I called to have lunch delivered to us. When lunch arrived, I sat with everyone in the break room. It allowed me to talk with the rest of the staff. I think my being involved with them helps to boost the morale. It was just as good for me because it gave me something else to focus on, other than my life. I listened and laughed at what my employees were saying. I finished eating and helped to clean up. We had just gotten finished when the attorneys started to arrive. I showed them into the conference room and then excused myself. I walked through my office and into my private bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my hands. Before going into the conference room, I checked my messages. Nothing from Friend and 2 messages from Justin. I grabbed my Sidekick to text Justin real quick. I told him that I missed him and would call him in between settlements. I didn’t wait for his response but went straight into the conference room.


The rest of the day went without any snags. I was going over some properties when Friend called. I immediately stopped looking at the houses to take his call. He told me to meet him at the Trump International Hotel and Tower. He was in our usual room, the Executive Park View Suite. He knew that I loved it there. The view of Central Park from the ceiling to floor windows was to die for. I told him that I had plans to meet Faith and Hope that night. I asked if he could give me an hour and I would be there. He said he would order up fruit and drinks. I laughed and told him if he ordered up alcohol, I would want something more than fruit but light to eat. He agreed and knowing Friend like I did, I knew he wouldn’t disappoint me. I hung up, went into my private bathroom and opened my closet. I kept emergency outfits at work. I never knew when I would need to change or be prepared to go away on a minute’s notice. I took out my Alexander McQueen Draped Jersey Dress, my Christian Louboutin Mary Jane Platform shoes in black, my black Christian Louboutin Pleated Leather Clutch purse, my Badgley Mischka Fragrance and my Dolce & Gabbana Eva Push-Up Bra & Thong set. I packed everything into my Gucci Tote/Messenger and Garment Bag. When I was finished packing, I carried my bags into my office. I called downstairs to have my driver come up to collect the bags and put them in the trunk. I then called the Ocean Jewel’s restaurant in Flushing to make dinner reservations. Once, that was completed I was ready to go. I went into the outer office to speak with my assistants before leaving. Brianna was on the phone and Brandi confirmed that I didn’t have anything going on with real estate before 2pm,tomorrow. I thanked Brandi, told Brianna to call me later and left.

The Beginning - My Diary

Frank believed that because of all the spectators, it would be better for me to go to my condo. I was more than fine with that. I wanted to look in the mirror and see if I had any bruises. We rode the security elevator to my place. Once we stepped off the elevator, Frank opened the door. I was really drained of all emotion at this point. I told him that I wanted to take a shower, eat something and then go to bed. He said that before I could shower I needed to talk to the police. He explained to me what kind of questions they would ask. He said that it would be a lot easier because he was a witness and the building had security cameras. He warned me that the only issue they may have with me, is the fact that I ran back to her and started whipping on her ass. It was at that point, I realized how confusing this had to be for him. I know that I didn’t facilitate this drama but I’m sure he felt if he hadn’t started coming back around, none of this would have transpired. Oh, well what’s a person to do I thought as I rose to go into the bathroom to wash my hands. I didn’t think it would be an issue to at least wash my hands. I knew that she wasn’t dead, so they didn’t need her DNA from under my nails. As I looked in the mirror, I saw a couple of red marks. I was glad that I didn’t have any scratches, though. I had 3 house settlements scheduled for tomorrow. I also, had to do a personnel written warning with one of my real estate agents. He hadn’t been coming in and following through with any of his open houses. I can never understand people who aren’t aggressive in the business. When you have a profession where the wares, damn near sell themselves, it is crazy not to work. After drying my hands off on my Ralph Lauren towel, I went back into the livingroom. Frank was on the security phone, telling someone to come on up.

Frank hung up the phone and walked over to me. Before sitting beside me on the couch, he bent to kiss me. As I felt his lips brush mine, my vagina started to throb. I stood up and pulled him real close. I could feel his penis start to rise as he held me tight. His tongue was wrestling with mine. I could taste the sweetness of his breathe as we continued to kiss. I started to grind myself against him. He leaned in closer to me. I reached down to feel him through his pants. He moaned. I moved one of his hands from around my waist to my breast. He started squeezing them as we started moaning together. I wanted him, right there and right now. The doorbell rang. Frank went to pull away from me. I pulled him closer and squeezed his penis tighter. He arched his back as I knew that he wanted me more than anything.

The doorbell rang, again. This time they also knocked very hard. I pulled away from Frank, quite reluctantly. I wanted to stay in his arms. I actually wanted to make love. My lovemaking desire was partially because I wanted to fuck away all my frustrations from earlier today. The other part of me wanted to fuck the hell out of Frank to get back at his wife.

Frank readjusted his pants as he went to open the door. When he answered the door, two of the biggest burliest looking police officers walked in. Seeing them, I busted out in laughter. The two of them looked at each other, then looked at Frank. He looked at me with a look of astonishment. I immediately smiled and stretched my hand out to introduce myself.


The police officers started right in on asking me questions. Frank stopped them to ask if they wanted something to drink. He then introduced himself as ‘Detective’ Frank Downlee. The officers changed their attitudes after that. They accepted a glass of water with ice. They took a statement about what happened. They said that the security guards had already made a copy of the tapes from the garage and the outside of the building. I told them about the phone calls. I let them listen to them. They asked me, if they could take my personal cell phone with them. They wanted to take it back to the station to download the messages. I was pretty sure that the phone call from earlier today was from her. Who else would call my phone and leave a message like that? I didn’t mind giving them my cell phone, anything to get her out of my hair.

The officers informed me that the building superintendent was going to press trespassing charges against her. I told them that I wanted to press all the charges against her that were possible. The burlier of the two nodded in agreeance. He handed me a pamphlet that talked about victim’s rights and that had the police report number on it. I took their glasses as Frank walked them to the door. I had finished putting the glasses in the dishwasher when Frank came into the kitchen. He told me that he had to call his mother in law about the girls. He also, wanted to tell her what had transpired earlier. I told him that was fine; I was ready to take a shower. I let him know that there was some chicken cacciatore heating up. I kissed him on his check and went into my bedroom.

When I flicked on the light, I noticed that I had about 5 or 6 Saks bags on my bed. In all the confusion, I forgot about Sabrina bringing me new outfits. Frank must have also forgotten about her coming because he hadn’t mentioned it. I was really excited about what could have been in the bags. However, I decided to take my shower first. So I picked the bags up and took them into my dressing room.

I had just lathered up when Frank stepped in. He started kissing me. He started at my sensitive spot, in the back of my neck. It is my spot that makes me shiver all over. As I braced myself against the shower wall, he continued to kiss me. He put butterfly kisses going down the front of me. Once he got to my breast he took one into his mouth. The kisses had me tingling so I held my breathe. I knew that we were about to finish what we started earlier. As he sucked on one of my breast he fondled the other. I looked down and started to play with his curly hair. He continued down to my belly button. His tongue felt wet and warm as he stuck it in my belly button. At this point, I was more than ready. I softly pushed his head lower. As I pushed lower, he guided my legs open with his hand. I was on the verge of panting before he finally stuck his tongue into my pussy. Oh the feeling of him as he ate my pussy was heaven. He played hide and go seek with his tongue. Every time he took it out of me, I would grab his head a little tighter. He started to blow on my pussy and then started to lightly bite it. At this point, I was going crazy. He took his finger and stuck it up my ass. That was the thing that sent me over the edge. I started screaming as I was cumming. He lifted me and placed my legs around his waist. I held onto the shower door as he lowered me over his dick. I felt him get deeper and deeper as I was engulfed in ecstasy. I could feel him right below my belly button. I bent my head to his. I stuck my tongue in his mouth. The sweetness and the aroma of him had me cumming again. As I started to say that I was cumming, He screamed my name. That gave me incentive to fuck him harder. I fucked him harder not faster. I leaned back and placed my arms on the floor of the shower. I started rotating my body in a slow circular motion. He held onto my waist and ass. He started saying that he loved me over and over, as he came. It was an unsettling way to end a good session. I lifted myself back upright and tapped him to let me down. I picked up my washcloth and washed my body. The scent of Carol Daughter’s Jamaican Punch Body Cleansing Gel was what I needed to erase the smell of our lovemaking. I rinsed my body, turned kissed Frank and stepped out of the shower. I closed the shower door in time to see Frank starting to cry.

I shook my head as I dried off. I used my Carol Daughter’s Jamaican Punch Body Butter to moisturize my body. I had taken out my Bleu Clair Alanis Printed Tee & French Terry Pants pajama set from Neiman Marcus. I was more into dreaming and sleeping than trying to please my houseguest by dressing up for him. I pulled back my comforter and sheets. Climbing between the sheets of my 1000 cotton sheets by B. Smith was the comfort I needed. I was totally exhausted. I hadn’t had a fight since high school. Funny, that fight had to do with Frank also. As I was coming out of school, I heard 2 guys planning to jump him and take his North Face jacket. I waited to see Frank come towards us. He was walking with 2 of his best male friends. When they got closer to me, I started repeating what the 2 wanna be robbers were saying. The smaller of the 2 walked towards me. I then rushed into him. I took him by surprise ad tackled him to the ground. Then Frank and his friends finished the fight. They got expelled and Frank and I got suspended for 2 days. The 2 days were teenage heaven. I snuck to his house during the time our parents were working. We played and made love each day until it was time for me to go home. We laughed about how we thought we were getting over on our parents. Years later, we found out that both sets of parents knew what had been going on. Seems the neighbors’ were spies for our parents. Frank walked into my bedroom and asked if he could sleep with me for the night. I really did want to feel the closeness of another person. I moved over and lifted the covers. He got in bed, pulled me to him and spooned. It was what I needed to put me to sleep.

I was awakened by my alarm clock. When I turned to shut it off, Frank was gone. Goodness, I thought, I must have really been tired. I didn’t hear or feel him get out of the bed. Oh well, I said to myself as I went into my bathroom. I looked at my face in the mirror. The marks had gotten darker. Great! That’s all I need, I thought. I brushed my teeth, put cold cream on my face and headed into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator, took out the orange juice and milk. I sat them both on the counter. I took a champagne glass out of my stemware rack and a glass bowl from the cabinet. I poured the orange juice into the champagne glass and the milk in the glass bowl. I put both beverages back into the refrigerator. Then I reached under the kitchen island and took out my Apple Jacks. I poured them into the glass bowl and put the box back. Before sitting at the counter, I walked to my front door. I opened it, bent down picked up the paper, after shutting and locking the door, I went back into the kitchen. I sat at the counter and started to eat. When I reached for my glass, I realized that I hadn’t poured any Perrier-Jouet Fleur de Champagne 1999 into the glass with the orange juice. Oh well, I figured I would eat the cereal and then drink the juice before leaving to start my day.


I picked up the paper and starting flipping through it. As I turned to the Queens section, I saw a little article on the fight from the parking lot. I started reading it. It had Frank’s wife’s picture and my picture side by side. The article stated that I had been attacked by a jealous estranged wife. “Frank, Frank” I screamed as I went walking towards the den. He came out scratching his head and asking what was wrong. I showed him the newspaper article. He read it as he went to make coffee. I was too through at this point. I wanted to wring her neck. Why didn’t I just step on her throat and drain all the life out of her. As Frank sat there reading the paper, I walked into my bedroom. My cell phones were vibrating. I then turned and picked up my house phone, the message tone was going off. I dialed my password to access my messages and listen to them. The first few messages were Friend. He had called last night after the fight, in the middle of the night and again this morning. He threatened to come to my house if he didn’t hear from me soon. I rolled my eyes as I erased his messages. The next messages were from my parents. My mom sounded really mad as she left her message. I knew that I had better call her before she came busting herself up in here. My mom has been known to go off on a person or two. After listening to the messages from Hope and Faith, I was about to hang up the phone when I heard my message tone. I listened to the message and it was Frank’s wife. The bitch was crazy enough to call my home after last night. This message was her threatening me and telling me to tell Frank he would never get the girls. She laughed about them not being his daughters and that once he found out whom the daddies were he would die. I saved that message. I figured that it would come in handy at a later time. I called Hope and Faith on my 3 way. After reassuring them that I was fine, I thought it would be good to get together this evening for dinner. They agreed without hesitating. I was happy that we would be getting together. I had been so pre-occupied with the craziness that I had started to neglect our friendship.

Frank was still sitting at the counter when I walked back in. I just looked at him. Then I walked to the refrigerator to pull out the Perrier-Jouet Fleur de Champagne 1999. I poured it into my glass of orange juice. I went to sit on the couch. I called him over to me. He got up and came to sit next to me. I looked at him and wanted to hold him close to me forever. I knew that I couldn’t do that but it was how I felt. No matter how much I was being threatened, I still felt that nothing was going to harm me. I asked Frank what he planned on doing. I wanted him to be able to get back up and keep it moving. He told me that the reason he left my side last night was so that he could call his father and speak with him. He said that he had made an appointment with his lawyer and that he as going to press for an annulment. He said that his marriage was done under false pretenses. That he wanted to get custody or visitation rights of his daughters. He also said that he had to try and come to terms with the fact that the courts may say he has no rights to them. I knew that the last statement tore him up to say. Frank had always wanted to have children. It was a dream of his for as long as I had known him. This was something that I couldn’t help him with. I didn’t want children. I loved my life or I loved my life until all of this got started. I told him that I would support him with whatever he needed. We discussed his looking for a place and I told him that if he really wanted to concentrate on getting the girls maybe he should consider buying a house in Queens or Long Island. This way the girls could spread out. I told him that I would look up some properties and that we could go over what his credit looked like. I didn’t offer to put the house credit line up. I had been considering renting it out since I went there that day. Frank thought it was a good idea and said that he was going to go in to work to discuss going back on a modified schedule. I didn’t know that police officers could work a modified schedule, I said. He then told me with him being on the Burglar unit he could ask for more paperwork duty instead of being in the field. I understood that.

I got up and went into my dressing room. The bags that I thought Sabrina had brought were still sitting in the corner. I looked at my Roman numeral clock and saw that I didn’t have much time before I needed to be in Manhattan. I figured I would look at the items later. I went to my Burberry side of the closet and looked for something to pick out. I decided on my Burberry Black Super Wide Leg Trousers and my White Burberry Check Trim Shirt with my Burberry Small Patent Leather Tote in Berry. I couldn’t find the right Burberry shoes so I put on my Burberry Check Tile Platform Sandals. I knew my pants leg would cover the top of my shoes. I wrote down ‘need Burberry shoes’ on my shopping list for Sabrina.

I went into my bathroom to take a shower. I had taken a shower last night and although I didn’t have sex afterwards, I was still feeling dirty. As I was getting dress, I realized that I hadn’t spoken to Justin. I didn’t worry about his knowing that Frank was staying with me because he was in Baltimore, Md. I figured that I would call him as soon as I left the apartment. This reminded me that I needed to call for my driver. I didn’t feel like driving or being alone.

After arranging for my driver to pick me up, I went into the den. Frank was sitting at the desk, on the computer looking up babysitters. I reminded him that if he was going to move, then he should just make arrangements for his mother-in-law to continue to watch the girls. He thought it was a good idea and he picked up the phone to call her. I wrote down my itinerary for the day. I then gave him the numbers for my other cell phones. Although, his wife was locked up, we still didn’t know if she was the one that had been following me. Frank wanted to have an officer friend of his be my personal bodyguard but I didn’t want or need someone knowing my every move. I also wanted to meet with Friend later in the day. I went into my office while I waited for the driver to come.

I hadn’t been in there long before the doorman buzzed me that my driver was downstairs waiting to pick me up. It was a new doorman and I didn’t know where Ralph was. I called to Frank that I was leaving. He came to the front door to kiss me goodbye. I love the way he kisses I thought as I rode the elevator down to the lobby. When I stepped off the elevator, I decided to go into the building manager’s office. I knocked and waited for him to answer. I waited what seemed like an awful long time before someone came to the door. Finally, the receptionist opened the door. I walked through and looked around. The building manager was sitting behind the desk and the receptionist had closed the door behind her. I sat down in the chair and sniffed my nose. I thought better about sitting in the chair and stood up. I thought the room smelled a little fishy. I asked the manager about Ralph. He told me that the Condo association had decided to conduct an investigation. Ralph was on suspension pending the results of the investigation. I was impressed with the fact that they required Ralph to show up each day, on time at the beginning of his shift that he was scheduled to work and sign-in. This was the way they tracked him to make sure he didn’t disappear. They also required that he called in at the end of the required shift. Also, if the investigation proved that there was no wrong doing on his part, he’ll be paid the back pay. I thought that was a good HR move. The manager said that so far, Ralph had been abiding by all the stipulations. I felt satisfied after my talk with the building manager. I knew that Friend would have more information and give me his opinion on how the whole investigation was going. I thanked the building manager and left.

When I stepped out of the building, my driver held the door open for me to step into the car. I sat back and then pulled out my laptop. I had almost forgotten to call my mother. I asked the driver to hand me the car phone. I dialed my parent’s house and my mother answered. We discussed the incident with Frank’s wife. I knew that over the course of the day, I would have discussed the incident over at least 5 times. It was really not much to say. She jumped out, hit me, we fought and she got arrested. I knew that the prosecuting attorney would be calling me to discuss everything soon. I didn’t know if she had been arraigned yet. So I wasn’t sure if she was locked up or out on bail. I was happy that my driver would be with me throughout the day. I didn’t want to have to get in an incident again. This time I had the feeling that I would shoot her, if we did encounter each other as we had the night before.