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Seducing Rosa - Part One
Charles watched with interest as the new people moved into the house next door. They were the first Hispanics that he had ever seen in this neighborhood. They were the first non-whites he had seen in the neighborhood since he moved in twenty-two years ago.
He watched as three people, a man, what looked to be his wife, and a very young girl, unloaded the moving van into this house piece by piece. They were working pretty hard, and the more he watched them, the guiltier he felt about just watching their progress.
He stepped away from the window, walked into his bedroom, and changed into some jeans and an older FBI t-shirt he had. He stopped and looked at himself in the mirror for a moment to ensure he was OK to go out. He then turned to the door.
Charles Castle was in good shape for his age. At Sixty-four, he was lean and muscular, kept his hair buzzed tight, and still turned the ladies' heads when he went out. And while he was not conceited, Charles was one of those guys that knew that "I am the shit!" but was humble about it. There was no doubt in his mind that he could return to Quantico and retake the FBI physical exam and pass. He had been in the FBI for thirty-one years and finally retired last year.
He walked out of the front door to the house next door. When he was about halfway there, they all stopped and watched him approach. He was used to this; he still carried himself like a fed or LEO, and many times, people assumed he was there for some official business.
As he turned and walked up their driveway, the older man jumped out of the back of the van and approached him.
"Hi." With a hint of worry, he said, "May I help you?"
"Actually, I was going to ask the same question." Charles pointed at his house, "I've been watching you move in most of the morning, and when it did not look like anyone was coming to help, I thought I would see if you needed an extra hand."
The man looked him up and down, still a little leery of this six-foot-nine monster of a man in front of him. He then reached up and scratched his head, and it looked like he was about to say no when Charles stuck his hand out.
"Sorry, where are my manners? Charles Castle, but you can call me Charlie." He looked down at himself and smiled, "I am a former FBI agent, and sometimes I forget how imposing I can appear." He paused momentarily, then added, "I have also been accused of looking and sounding like 'Kronk' from 'Emporer's New Groove.' "
The young girls busted out in a hysterical laugh, "You do! I was thinking that as I watched you walk over here." She continued to laugh, "I hope Yzma isn't around!"
He momentarily looked at her and thought of a comeback, "No, she was my boss when I was in."
This was enough, and the man and his wife started laughing too. As the wife and the daughter approached, the man took Charlie's hand, "William LeSalle, and this is my wife and daughter, Terri and Rosa." He shrugged, "While nothing as impressive as you, I just retired from Lawerence Livermore, where I was a chemist for twenty-five years."
Terri chimed in, "And in case he is too vain to say it, we would love the help."
Charlie shrugged, "Point me where you need me."
He spent the next five hours helping them unload the van. In fact, seeing him offer to help, one of the neighbors caused them to come out and start helping, too, and between the five of them, they had the van unloaded and most of the furniture where it was supposed to be by the time the sun had set.
Charlie watched his other neighbor walk away, "Goodnight, Stan, thanks for helping out!"
There was a tap on Charlie's shoulder, and he turned to see Rosa offering him an ice-cold bottle of Modello. He took the beer and drank half of it in a couple of seconds, not realizing how thirsty he was.
"Thank you, but are you old enough to be serving alcohol, young lady?" He then winked at her.
She smiled and blushed, "I'm turning twenty-one next week and going to start college in the fall."
Charlie was surprised; this girl could not have been any taller than five feet tall and had all the looks of someone in their mid-teens. She wore baggy jeans and what looked like one of her dad's sweatshirts.
He started walking to the house with her tagging along, "What are you studying, Rosa?"
She wobbled her head like she was trying to think of an answer, "I would like to go into chemistry, like my dad. But I am not sure."
"You're young and have plenty of time to figure it all out."
She nodded, "I know." Then, she looked up at him as they entered the garage, and he could see her eyes. They were a unique golden color. He had only seen that shade when working in the field office in Lleida, women there had some of the most beautiful eyes. And hers were captivating.
Another voice broke in on the conversation with Rosa, and saw William walking toward him, "Thank you, my friend. I would offer you something more than beer, but as you can see, we are not quite ready to entertain yet."
Charlie shook his head, "No, the beer is fine. Just let me know if there is anything else I can help with. Also, let me know who your daughter is talking with about getting into school; I might know some people."
William looked at him, then Rosa, and back. "I certainly will."
"Good night, William... or may I call you Bill?"
The man smiled, "Bill is fine."
Charlie smiled, raised the beer in salutation, repeated goodnight, and then walked back to his house.
Things were quiet for several weeks, except for occasionally running into them on the street. Charlie did not interact much with the new neighbors.
One morning, he was on his usual morning jog when he heard another set of footsteps jogging behind him and catching up.
When he glanced back, he almost choked and lost his footing when he saw Rosa catching up to him wearing jogging shorts and a tight-fitting sports top.
"Good morning, Mr. Castle." She said as she came up alongside him.
