1.1 - Feeling Enchanted

After the stolen crib incident, Shae decided it was time to take matters into her own hands and joined the military career. Law Enforcement would probably have been the more logical option, but she knew the army would make her strong…that’s what all the commercials said, anyway. Regardless, she strolled off to her first day as Latrine Cleaner determined to toughen up, even if it meant spending hours surrounded by smelly…latrines.

Shae was less than impressed with her job and, unfortunately, her boss was less than impressed with her. So she decided to put in some extra hours at the gym in the hopes that her physical performance would improve in time for the next random fitness test.

Meanwhile, Illdrid had taken to creeping around town in the hopes of finding suitable mates. While wandering by the Lacey residence, she heard the welcome sound of lilting guitar strings. She hesitated for only a moment before knocking on the door.

The sound of the guitar stopped and a man came to the door, looking puzzled. “Uh, yes…do I know you?”

Illdrid stammered, “Well no, but the guitar…it was just, so…oh golly. This was a mistake.”

The man practically beamed, “Certainly no mistake! I can recognize a fellow music lover. Come on in; I’ll play some things I’ve been working on for you. I’m Michael, by the way.”

 “Oh well, that would be quite lovely! I’m Illdrid. I’ve been dabbling at music, myself, and I would love to hear you play. Up close and all.” Illdrid blushed. He was quite a handsome man. And she was completely shocked that he would just invite a stranger into his home.

“Up close, eh? I certainly don’t mind being up close to a girl like you,” he whispered huskily as he leaned a little closer. Just as their lips were about to touch, his phone rang. Illdrid stammered that she really ought to head home and practically bolted for the door. She had no idea what had gotten in to her…practically stalking some stranger. He didn’t even know her name and they were about to get it on like a pair of hormonal teenagers!

She hopped in a cab and directed them to her house. She ran inside and was about to collapse into a kitchen chair when the front door opened and Michael strolled in. He walked right up to her and grasped her face between his hands. “I had to follow you,” he said. “You just enchanted me.” Their lips touched.

He grasped her hand. “Where’s your bedroom,” he whispered hurriedly.

“My sister is sleeping in it,” she whispered back, embarrassed.

He didn’t miss a beat. “Then steer me to the bathroom,” he winked.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked before shedding his clothes and jumping into the shower. Illdrid wasn’t so sure she was ready. But she seemed to find him just as irresistible as he found her. Who knew? Maybe it was fate.