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 Let The Joyous News Be Spread The Wicked Old Witch At Last Is Dead!!!!

   (With apologies to Frank L!  lol)

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   Glasage et Noir

   Chapter 1

   I don't know when the change came.  Life was simply going _on_, and the
change came along with each new day.

   I am a chef.  I like - correction - I LOVE to cook.  Cooking is what I
do when I do _Art_.

   Now that I reflect on it: it was a Thursday.

   It was a Thursday when the change began...

   I really like Thursdays.







   I woke up ten minutes before eleven in the morning.  I had fallen off
somewhere after three the night before, and I felt great.

   I went to the john, then to the kitchen.

   Raisin Bran; orange juice; a banana.

   Simple foods are so appealing to professional cooks; most of us like to
save the fancy stuff for the paying guest.  Its not that we particularly
avoid the fancy stuff, its just that it is so much better to get paid for
making it.

   I finished breakfast (back to the john!) and put my Speedo on.

   Red.

   I like red.

   I grabbed a towel, put on my seriously over-sized Hawaiian shirt (Blue,
with great big multi-colored flowers: gotta be pretty ya know!) and headed
off to the pool.  The apartment complex I lived in had a half-sized Olympic
style pool.  A gorgeous pool.  Next to it is the Pool/Exercise House.  I
started there.

   Fifty jumping jacks; five minutes run in place; fifty push-ups; a little
bit of Yoga stuff I learned as a kid.  Some stretching.  Some Isometrics.

   Ready!

   A quick rinse in the facility shower to slough off the sweat, and I knew
I was ready to start exercising.

   I went out the door and dove into the pool.  I swam down to the deep end
and put myself into the corner.  With my back to the corner, it was easy to
put my arms on the lip and hold myself in place.

   Forty leg lifts, in sets of five.  Aquametrics are powerful aerobic
activity, and I had come to really enjoy this part of my daily workout.  I
remember when I started this routine: I had been unable to do more than ten
total lifts, and those had taken fifteen minutes to accomplish.

   Now, I was able to complete the forty in less than ten minutes.

   Feeling the blood singing in my muscles, I immediately started my laps.

   My standard had become one hundred: varied, of course.

   Forty laps in a Crawl; twenty each in Side Stroke and Back Stroke.

   Ten under-water.  Ten Butterfly.

   Then, a time of floating and resting, with spins and underwater
somersaults.

   And to end my time I like to do a few deep knee bends in three feet of
water.

   At the bottom of each bend, I launch myself up as hard and fast as I can
go.

   And that's when I saw her.

   As I look back on it now, I am so thankful that I was finished with that
days workout before I saw what to me appeared to be Aphrodite come-to-life.

   She was wearing red.

   Did I mention that I like red?

   Her red was one piece, and it was cut for swimming.

   She stood about five feet tall; she appeared to be all of a hundred
pounds; maybe one-ten.

   Dark hair.  Very dark.  Raven.

   Gosh I like black and red mixed.

   Brown eyes.

   So Brown they looked like they were glazed.

   Olive skinned.  Sharp, very pretty lines shaped her jaw and cheeks.

   Excellent pectorals!

   Remarkably well toned: she looked like I felt.

   She looked ready to take on the world.

   She was standing next to a pool chaise, applying slickem.

   Her hips flared wide; too wide for Cosmo or Vogue.

   I really like wide.

   I am wide, too.

   I stand at six one; I carry about two thirty, and I can eat with the
pros.

   My Mom likes to feed me: she appreciates a willing dinner guest.

   She taught me most of the important stuff I know in the kitchen; I will
always eat her cooking!

   Sorry, I digress!

   This lovely vision was at the opposite end of the pool from me.  She was
watching me, and when our eyes met, she smiled slightly and nodded her head
at me.  I nodded back, with a grin.

   I have never been one to _jump_ on un-met friendly females.  It has been
my experience since I was ten years old that if they want you, they will
find a way to make that plain.

   Always.

   I kinda gurgled my way back to the deep end, away from Aphrodite.  I
enjoy leaving the water via the ladder: the ladder lets me swing a little
bit, and I enjoy feeling my shoulder muscles bunch up after all the long
stretching and pulling in the water.  As I swung, I thought about what we
might do for Specials on tonite's Menu.

   Something Greek, perhaps!

   And luscious.  Gotta be luscious!

   Lamb chops!  With Paella a la Greco and a nice light Olive Oil based
sauce.

   My thoughts were clearly of a Mediterranean bent; I swung off the ladder
and walked over to where I'd left my shirt.  My towel was with it, and I
laid the towel across the back of the chaise.  I laid down, with my head on
the towel.  I did this purposely, knowing it would put me in a position to
look straight at "Aphrodite".

   Yikes.

   Aphrodite was swimming!  She had taken the water quietly, and was
crawling quickly away from me.

   Her kick was near perfect.  Her breathing rhythm _was_ perfect.  Each of
her strokes was like Art.

   Gosh, it was sweet watching her backside working.

   It gave me ideas!

   She lapped about twenty times.  While she cooled down she simply hung on
the edge of the pool, facing away from me.

   From any angle, she was very easy on the eyes!

   I got up and moved toward the pool...







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