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"George isn't here and hasn't been for over a year," Ellen replied
shakily.
The bruiser in charge looked down at her, obviously not believing her.
"In that case, I'm sure you won't mind if we have a look around."
Heather moved to stand protectively next to Ellen, trying to put his loved
ones behind him.
Pointing at Heather the head goon asked, "Who is that homely broad, we've
been watching this house for months and haven't seen her until recently."
Ellen spoke over Heather's shoulder, "I needed help with the baby, so I
hired an au pair."
He rolled his eyes at Ellen. "Lady, don't play word games with me. Speak
in plain English."
Ellen looked back at the thug, avoiding the sneer that still came through
in her voice.
"An au pair is a domestic servant from a foreign country working for, and
living as part of a host family. In other words, she's my housekeeper and
babysitter. You imbecile."
He didn't take kindly to the name calling and moved toward Ellen intending
to teach the smart mouthed bitch a lesson.
Heather moved to stand defiantly between the goon, his wife and the baby.
The guy laughed at the piece of fluff that was trying to stop him. He
gave Heather a strong backhand upside of her head that knocked Heather to
the floor seeing stars. His anger spent; he returned his attention to
Ellen.
"Well bitch. Why didn't you just say so?" His expression conveyed how
superior he felt toward his prisoners.
He turned to his partner and directed, "Check the house for any sign of
our guy, like male clothes, and the toilets seats left up. If he's been
here, we will find out soon enough."
Once his head cleared Heather played dead, but kept his senses alert.
Luckily, he had just finished cleaning the toilets so he knew that they
wouldn't find the telltale sign of an up-toilet seat. This incident
traumatized him so deeply, he made a vow to always tinkle siting down in
the future.
The leader was standing with his shoes, mere inches from Heather's face.
Heather chanced opening his eyes a crack and found himself looking up the
guy's pant leg. He was able to make out a dragon-like tattoo on his lower
leg, just above the stocking.
For the next 20 minutes or so, they ransacked the house. Heather and
Ellen knew that they would find no trace of George. They had purged
everything masculine after Fred's visit in case someone searched the
house. They had not expected a home invasion however.
Neither of their captors spoke to them again. They left quickly when the
sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. Heather was happy when
they were gone, until he realized that it would require quite some time to
pick up the mess they left behind. Ellen didn't want to call the police,
foolishly believing since they didn't find anything, they would leave her
alone.
Fortunately, a neighbor had witnessed the break-in and called the police.
Officers arrived within minutes of their intruders' departure. Both
Heather and Ellen were interviewed. They were particularly interested in
what Heather had to say when he told them about the tattoo she had seen.
As it turned out that tattoo was the trade mark of a local Hispanic gang.
Based on the physical descriptions Heather and Ellen provided, the police
had a good idea who the intruders were. An All-Points-Bulletin was issued
immediately.
Ellen and Heather took the following week off to recover from their ordeal
and to let Heather's black eye to heal. At the end of the week the police
arrested the two suspects. They found one of the thugs' fingerprints in
the house and the others DNA where he had pissed in one of toilets and had
an overspray. Confronted with the evidence, they both pleaded guilty.
The police warned Ellen and Heather, that didn't mean there wouldn't be
more visitors.
A terrified Ellen called Derrick and explained the situation. She asked
if he could stay in her home for a few weeks. Derrick jumped at her
invitation.
Ellen could read her husband like an open book. His body language told
Ellen that Heather was not pleased by the idea that Derrick was coming to
stay in their home. Ellen took Heather aside and got into his grill.
"Honey, Derrick is a very good friend and is doing us a favor being here,"
she said sternly. "He is my house guest; besides I want him to get to
spend time with 'our' child."
Ellen paused, to gather her thoughts then went on, "He is her godfather,
being Italian he takes that responsibility very seriously. I would
appreciate it if you give him the royal treatment while he is here. If he
says jump your only response should be how high. I hope I have made
myself clear in what my expectations are?"
"Of course, Ellen, I wouldn't have it any other way. You can rely on me."
Fretted George.
The next day Derrick showed up while Ellen was out. Heather invited him
in and told him to make himself at home. Derrick dropped his bags inside
the front door. Heather carried his bags to the quest room while Derrick
watched TV. Heather had moved his day to day clothes out of the room, as
he would be sleeping on the couch for the duration of his stay. To
George's disgust Derrick being in the quest bedroom, meant he had access
to all of Heathers work outfits.
With Derrick living there, Ellen and Heather returned to work. It was
more convenient to leave Ariel with Derrick home rather than taking her to
the child care. Heather was concerned about leaving Aerial alone with the
big tough Seal. Much to Heather's delight, he found that Derrick had
things well in hand every day when he got home from his half day as a
bookkeeper. Most days they were on the floor playing or he had Ariel in
her stroller either going or coming from a walk.
For the next month, Heather found that he had to wait on Derrick hand and
foot as well as his cooking and cleaning for his family.
Once Heather was home to take over responsibility for the baby, Derrick
drank beer like a skid row bum. Heather was still new to the culinary
world and was still experimenting. Derrick being the jerk he was, felt no
compunction in criticizing the meals served. Ellen put a quick stop to
that. Every time Derrick complained about what Heather had prepared, she
sent him out to bring home takeout.
One night, Derrick went looking for another beer and couldn't find any.
He raised his voice at Heather because there was no beer in the house.
Ellen was an amused observer and sat back to see how this played out.
George's first reaction was to tell this SOB where to go. He saw Ellen at
the end of the dinner table picking at her ice cream so he bit his tongue
and, in a passive almost submissive voice, apologized profusely and
promised to never let it happen again. Ellen watched the interchange and
smiled at her husband and silently mouthed, "I'm sorry," and had a 'please
forgive me' expression on her face.
After that, Heather made repeated runs to the liquor store to restock the
beer supply. Heather fed Derrick, picked up after him, made his bed, and
did his laundry. Heather managed to do it all with a smile on his face.
In the evenings, as Heather was busy cleaning and cooking, Ellen and
Derrick would often go off to secluded corners and spent time in private
conversations. Heather smiled and tried not to disturb them as he went
about his housekeeping duties. His services went largely unappreciated,
as far as he could tell.
Derrick finally moved out when Ellen had a new security system put in the
house. Which was not a minute to soon in George's opinion. George swore
that the words 'please' or 'thank you' were not part of Derrick's lexicon.
As his car pulled away, Heather breathed a sigh of relief, that lasted
only as long as it took Derrick's car to clear the driveway. Ellen called
Heather into her bedroom. He was afraid that he had done something wrong.
He couldn't have been more wrong as he walked in to her bedroom Ellen
stood there in a scarlet baby doll nighty. She thanked Heather profusely,
saying she knew Derrick could be a bit of a Neanderthal at times and she
appreciated the way Heather handled each situation with grace.
"How about you sleep here tonight?" She helped Heather get totally
undressed and raised the covers and said, "Come to bed."
Heather, a bit bewildered, asked if he might borrow one of her nightgowns.
Ellen smiled in an enticing way and said, "Whatever for? I am asking
George to spend the night, not Heather. Do you think you are up to it
dear?"
His voice sounded as tense as a guitar string that was strung too tight,
as he answered, "I will make every effort to get there."
"That's all I can ask. Come on get in."
They renewed their wedding vows that night, if not by words then by deeds.
As far as George was concerned, it was a night to remember and made up for
every indignity, he endured during Derricks visit.
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It took a while for the police report on the home invasion to find its way
to Fred's desk. He immediately called Ellen and set up a private meeting
with her. Later the next day, secluded in Ellen's conference room, Fred
told her in his professional opinion she needed to do something to take
the crosshairs off her. He laid out his idea.
Fred was still positive Ellen was under scrutiny by cartel agents. He,
well actually they, decided Ellen need to make a grand gesture to get them
off her trail.
After listening to his plan Ellen made an emotionally informed decision,
one that was best for her and Ariel. Ellen wasn't happy with the
solution; she was afraid it would devastate her husband. The decision
came down to doing what was best for her and her child, even if it hurt
George.
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