Mitzi had it together, she had a successful career, a nice house on the beach and a rich husband. It was her 2nd marriage, the first leaving her a little distrustful of people- however she found safety and security with Marvin. He sold medical supplies to hospitals and was ten years her senior. For her part, she was the typical trophy wife, very beautiful, petite and cultured.
She was not good looking for her age- she was great looking for any age. Since she was a youth she'd done fitness and dieted, fearful of loosing her shape. Her breasts were not large but neither were they small. Her nose was long and strait, her lips curved just ever so slightly and her cheek bones were high. Her eyes were green when she felt warm, and ice blue when she was angry.
Always dressing well, she had the latest styles, preferring a feminine suit but sometimes in a long skirt, opened exotically on the side, like in the orient and a silk top.
She'd look down her nose at girls who dressed flashy, calling them scamps under her breath- however she ordered her undergarments from Victoria's Secret and Frederick's often enough to have membership cards.
She did not dress for Marvin, in fact they hadn't had sex much in the past few years. She'd busy her time by working out at the fitness clubs, and working long hours at the property that she ran. She was a partner owner, with the help of her husband's fortune and with the icy coldness in her veins had fired the management team that had been on the property for ten years only to run it herself- she did so with cool efficiency and thee property turned more profit than it had in recent years.
It was on one of the late nights that the problems for her started.
Carol, a resident with less common sense then children came into the office just as she was ready to close. "Miss Mitzi! Miss Mitzi!" The heavy set black woman was panting and soaked through with sweat.
"What is it Carol?" Mitzi dumped out the last of the coffee and closed the blinds behind her small desk. She assumed Carol was going to be late with her rent again and was expecting to hear some new excuse as to how the woman lost her welfare check, yet again. She pulled her long black skirt down to hang strait from her flat stomach and slender hips. "What happened now?"
"Oh Miss Mitzi its bad, that bad man I told you bout last week he done stole my money and he over by the pool now all with no clothes on acting a fool!"
Calmly Mitzi counted herself as half right. "Well sit down Carol and put all that in writing for me."
"Oh I'm too upset!"
Mitzi put down the coffee pot and walked Carol over to her desk, provided her with a pen and a paper then set to the business of closing the office. She turned the signs around, closed the curtains and turned off the large plasma television provided for by her husband. "Did you call the police Carol?"
"You knows I cant do that, not with my boy Leroy staying with me."
"Oh right." Mitzi shook her head, how people could screw their lives up so badly. Maybe if she wasn't giving her ass out to everyone that came around... "How did the bad man, what's his name?"
"Ace."
"Ace..." Mitzi smiled, "How did he get into your house to get the money?" She locked the front door, so no other interruptions would happen before she got to go home.
""Well he wasn't always that bad." Carol blushed.
"You said he was a bad man last week... what he changed... he was a changed man and then reverted?"
"Something like that yeah."
"Carol... could you end your statement with how and when you plan to pay your rent and don't forget to add in the late fees, alright?"
"Yes Miss Mitzi- but you got to go back there and get him out of the pool I tell you he acting a fool!"
"Alright I'll take care of it Carol." She took the paper and stuck it in a file on her desk, she'd take care of the paperwork tomorrow. After re-locking the door she called the police and had asked them to come out and trespass Ace for burglary theft or whatever it was they wanted to but he was to be trespassed from the property. They would come out, she knew it and do whatever she wanted- the sheriff had a thing for her and though she could be guilty of leading him on at times, she was always polite and courteous to his officers and complied vigorously with whatever they needed.
In return they were quick for her evictions and such situations as these, the trespassing of bad elements from her property.
At home she told her husband about the excitement, but he didn't look up from the news paper. He'd heard about some antiques for sale and was searching through the counties' press for the elusive treasure. She had a glass of wine and stripped off her clothes. She stood before the mirror and looked at her body, she was beautiful, still, but how long would that last? The wrinkles gathered like wolves...
Soon her body would begin to sag... the parts would fall out of order. She closed her eyes to the notion and put on a bathrobe, she grabbed the bottle of wine and headed for the hot tub, "Marvin- wanna soak in the tub a while." she nudged him with her knee as she passed.
"You have been around those poor people too long my dear, too long." again he didn't look up.
She loosed the robe to the floor and climbed into the tub with only her panties on. The bubbles embraced her. She poured some wine and looked up to the stars. Beneath, the waves crashed on the empty beach, the wind blew. "This is living." she told herself. "This is the life." she saluted the moon with her glass and downed it. "Look's like it is you and I, Mr. Moon."
The next day she got to hear all about how the police came and arrested the man from the pool. She heard that he had been having sex in the spa with a prostitute and that he'd run from the police but got his pants caught on the fence. Then She heard that the prostitute was one of the residents, a Tianna Banks, she had been a dancer until her 2nd child and the consecutive sickness that followed. She'd had herpes, Hepatitis, everything that was out there seemed to find it's way to that poor girl.
She listened, half wondering how exciting it would have been if Marvin had come to the hot tub with her the night before. IT had been so long since the two had made love... where was the passion? Was it lost on these depraved youngsters who had no clue of life?
Robert, an unemployed engineer, on workman's comp who had nothing better to do all day and every day but come into the office hit on her and drink coffee reported that Ace was back on the property, that he was shacked up with the widow Gretchen. "The old Nazi whore!" Robert called her. "I heard them banging' ALL night!"
"Now Robert, she is not old." Mitzi laughed at her quick reply to such a course comment.
The man appreciated it and laughed, "She's still a whore."
After lunch Mitzi worked up the nerves to go back to Gretchen's apartment and confront her. Maybe she did not know he was trespassed... yeah right. Gretchen was on the fourth floor, which most people would take the lift to, but Mitzi enjoyed the stairs. She wore a long silk skirt that was tight but opened on the sides and a shimmering top to match, red and black. Her hair a strawberry blond, she wore parted and neat, her perfume followed her and not only one door opened as she passed, the sound of her heals echoing through the stairwell.
She knocked, at first politely, then continuous then she banged on the door, wrinkling her nose slightly as she pounded, "Gretchen you open up this door right now!"
A cough sounded from the other side, "Who is it?" the raspy woman's voice came through the door.
"It's the manager, Mitzi now open up or I'll call the police!"
"What the hells the problem lady?" Gretchen opened the door, her hair in disarray, wearing a T-shirt and boxers, a cigarette hanging from her lips. though she was half Mitzi's age she looked twice as old as her. "Did my check bounce or something?"
"No, Gretchen but are you aware that a fellow named Ace has been trespassed from this property?"
