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Subject: {ASSM} Glasage et Noir Chapter 1 and 2    by Khanundrum   MF slow
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Let The Joyous News Be Spread
The Wicked Old Witch At Last Is Dead!!!!

(With apologies to Frank L! lol)

All that is herein contained is not for the consumption of those under
the legal age to be in possession of Adult Material or Materiel in any
wise, guise, and shape or form in any region, municipality, county,
state or nation. If you is not of proper age or legal station, then
you should oughta not be a readin' this here!!!

This Work Copyright  (C) Khanundrum 2003


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...




ALL RIGHTS RESERVED KHANUNDRUM 2003

khanundrum at yahoo dot come

____________________________________________________________________

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

(With apologies to Frank L! lol)

All that is herein contained is not for the consumption of those under
the legal age to be in possession of Adult Material or Materiel in any
wise, guise, and shape or form in any region, municipality, county,
state or nation. If you is not of proper age or legal station, then
you should oughta not be a readin' this here!!!

This Work Copyright  (C) Khanundrum 2003


Glasage et Noir

Chapter 2

The water was lovely: warm, embracing, and sensual to the Nnnth
degree. My dive was just a falling in the water; it brought me to
surface a few feet from where I entered.

As I shook the water from my face, I found myself looking straight
into Aphrodite's eyes! She was smiling. Her hands were holding the lip
and she was floating the rest of herself at the waters surface. We
were twenty-five or so feet apart, and she was more or less resting
with her tummy facing the sky.

Her headlights were on!

And what lovely headlights they were. I was mightily impressed at the
strength of my response to this sight. Being in the water almost
daily, I was accustomed to seeing women in barely there fashions; it
had become a rare event for me to feel the old familiar tingle of
excitement at merely looking upon a female.

Now that tingle was full on; my body was as interested in this lady as
was my mind!

 From up on the deck I heard "Hey, Arthur!"

That's me: Arthur Hayes. I was named after my mom's favorite uncle; he
had lived and died before I entered the world, and my mom remembered
him with fierce affection. It is good to be named after someone who
was loved!

I looked up to see Chris; he swam regularly, but did not use the water
as I did: Chris preferred running. Swimming was his time to play and
relax.

"Have a good run?" I asked.

He didn't answer, but looked past me to Aphrodite; she looked back at
him with a wide smile of recognition and said "Hey, Chris!"

"Hey, Carrie!" he replied, and made a horrendous
Cannonball into the water, just three feet from me. Chris prefers to
make a big splash!

Christopher Allen Smith was my old pal; we had worked together a few
years back, and it was because of him that I learned of the place
where I now lived. He had invited me over one day after work and I had
fallen in love with the pool. Within six months, his roomie moved to
another state, and I moved in. Two months later, I left the job where
Chris and I had met and moved to a better position: Sous Chef at the
Downunder Restaurant.

Chris and I grew to be very good friends, mostly because we had the
same schedule and ample time to hang with each other. We found
ourselves very much alike, having one major common interest: Cooking!
We also shared a joy in working out to keep fit.

Living in Fort Lauderdale ("Fort Liquor-dale!" lol) has its benefits,
one of which is that unheated pools are useable from late February
through October. I swam at a pay-by-the-month indoor club during the
colder months and that's how I kept a regular schedule of workouts
through the year.

Chris could run in snow if he had to.

Today was Wednesday, April 5, and I was due into work in two hours.
Chris kept much the same schedule as me where he worked. Our
arrangement at our apartment was a very good one: we each had a bath,
and we each had our own entrance. This is not an easy thing to find in
FtL. I was very grateful that Chris had offered the place to me. We
shared the kitchen and living/dining room; even so, there were often
three and four days strung together where we just didn't see each
other.

Such a period had just now come to an end.

Chris shot up out of the water, falling toward "Carrie" (Aphrodite
seemed like a better name, but what do I know?) and splashing water on
her.

She was laughing at him, and she stood up and splashed him back as he
came up standing. He pretended to be overwhelmed, and promptly slipped
back under the water, swimming in strong strokes toward Carrie. When
he reached her, he came up under her and lifted her completely free of
the water with one hand on her upper arm and one on the outside of her
thigh.

I was instantly envious of his hands!

In one smooth motion, he accomplished the lift and threw her about ten
feet through the air. Chris stands about 6' 2", and weighs about 230,
so he did this rather handily.

We are close to being twins, physically.

He is very dark, where I am very blonde. His hair is long while I keep
mine cropped close. He has a short, full beard. I keep my face naked.
His eyes are green and mine are blue. Our faces are alike, though.
And, our appearance when fully dressed is very similar. We
occasionally wear each other's clothes by accident, if we happen to
leave something lying around the living room.

Which does happen in bachelor pads every now and then.

We do manage to avoid sharing skivvies and the like, though!

"Chris, be gentle with me, you bum!"  Carrie shouted as she came up
for air. Chris for an answer grabbed her in a bear hug and kissed her
on top of her head.

Gosh. I had never set eyes on her before and here is my roomie gettin
up close and personal like with her?

What a world.

"Don't sweat it, `Cuz', that's as rough as I get today" he told her.

("Cuz"???, I thought!)

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. A girl can only take so much rough
housing, you know. I am a delicate flower, easily bruised!" she said,
laughing.

"Oh yeah, very delicate! So delicate you beat me to a pulp until I was
twelve!" he replied. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Arthur, my man, have you met my Cousin, Carrie?" Chris asked.

"Umm.. no, not as yet" I said.

I smiled my best smile at her, and held out my hand. She promptly took
it, and said to Chris "I think we kinda already met, we just hadn't
gotten to names as yet".

I actually blushed!

She smiled even wider as she took this in, Chris being oblivious to my
state.

"Well, cool! Arthur is my main man! I was wondering when we would
finally meet up, now that you live here," he told her. "How do you
like the place?"

Carrie gently let go my hand and answered him, "It is just lovely. I'm
happy the apartment became available when it did. I thought I might
have to impose on you for a place to live my first year here!"

Chris made a mock shudder. He said, "No way, Cuz, I ain't havin no
woman move in with me and cramp my style. You woulda had to stay at
the Y or something, us bachelors need our space!"  He chuckled as he
said this, and winked at me.

"You've been planning to move here for some time, Carrie?" I asked.

"Since last September, Arthur. I start school next month, and I wanted
to be comfortably in place before my first day."

"Start school? In May?" I asked.

"She's goin to Art type school, my man" said Chris. "She is a
Ar-teeeste!" he said with a laugh.

"They run their school with an unconventional schedule, Arthur," said
Carrie. "Their courses run from May to December, and then start again
in April for second year classmen. I will be down here for the next
few years while I obtain my Degree in Art."

"Yeah, man, she's gonna major in cartoons!!" laughed Chris. Carrie
made sounds of disgust at him and splashed him again. He laughed
harder and jumped away into the deep end.

Carrie turned to me and said "Chris told me he had a roommate. Have
you known him very long?"

"About four years, now. We met at the restaurant called Yesterdays,
when we were both still line cook grunts" I answered. I wanted to know
more about this Aphrodite, so I asked her "When did you decide to go
to school in Lauderdale?"

Carrie told me "At first I was going to attend one of the school's
northern campuses, up in Jersey. But this past September, a school
counselor told me that there was a cancellation at the Lauderdale
campus and I could switch here if I wanted. I didn't hesitate,
especially because I knew Chris lived down here. Having some family in
the area made all the difference to me."

I wondered aloud if Chris had arranged for her to get an apartment
here. "He set me up with the property manager; she made it easy for
me, arranging all the application and lease stuff over the fax and
through the mail. My folks paid the first year's lease in February,
and I will have an option to continue another year with no increase on
rent. I feel so lucky to be here, especially because of how nice this
place is and, of course, this beautiful pool!" She said that last with
a slight smirk on her face, and added, "I used to swim on my High
School team, and I always like being wet."

Yikes.

I must have been blushing from the water up to my ears. Carrie just
smiled wider and dropped down into the water, slicking her hair back
away from her face, as she promptly stood upright again.

I was captivated with this picture; she looked like a goddess as she
came up out of the water, and her headlights were on bright!

I could not help staring at her, and she just grinned at me.

"See something you like?" she laughingly asked.

I must have been turning purple by then. I answered her "Uhhh.... um,
er...". "YES" I finally growled out.

She giggled. It was a very nice giggle. I could listen to it for
hours.

Carrie looked over at Chris, who was now climbing out of the deep end.
"Hey, Chris, what are you doing after work tonight?" she asked him. "I
have nothing planned after my shift, why don't you and Arthur come
over and do a proper house warming?"

"That sounds like a winner, Cuz. What time?" he asked.

"Well, I get done at 9:30, so just wander over when you get out?" she
suggested.

"I'm up for it. How's about you, my man?" he asked me.

This was a no brainer if ever there had been a no brainer.

"Ummm. Er. Sure! I'd love to!" I stammered. "You get done at 9:30?" I
asked Carrie. "Do you work at a restaurant?"

Carrie smiled. "No, I work at the Ben Franklin over by Sears, off
Sunrise and Federal" she said. "I work in the Fabric and Art Supply
department. It was part of how I chose this campus. The job was listed
with the counselor's office, and I got the job over the phone because
the store manager is an old friend with the school counselor. I moved
in on the first of April, and went to work the next day."

I smiled, and said "Well, at last - someone who does NOT work in a
restaurant or hotel! How do you like your job?"

Carrie said, "It's fine. I help mostly old ladies who want to keep
themselves busy doing something useful. They come to us to find
materials for all kinds of projects. So far, I find most of them to be
charming. I'm only four days in the job, so who knows what will come
tomorrow?"

I grinned real big and said "If I had a severe craft attack, could you
get me a fix?"

She laughed, a deep belly laugh. It was marvelous to hear. "You don't
know how true that is! Most of these ladies behave like they are
seeking the true manna of craft or something! Its scary!"

I was having such a good time talking to Carrie, yet the time was
getting tight. I preferred to shower and dress for work by three. I
knew it must be moving on toward 2:30, so I asked Carrie "What time do
you start your shift?"

She said, "Most days will be 5, but some weekends I will work from
opening till 6. Why, you thinking of coming in for a quick fix?"

I smiled. "Nope. Gotta get to work myself. We start dinner prep at
four, and usually have the kitchen mostly cleaned up by 10 on
weeknights. Our busiest times are typically Friday and Saturday
nights. Sometimes we even break two hundred. That is not much for some
restaurants, but we don't cook like most restaurants. We are primarily
French, and it takes time. We charge for that time!"

Chris had come to sit on the lip of the pool, ten feet away from where
we stood in the water. "Yeah, them guys at the Downunder have a very
select clientele: only people who MUST waste money go there!!" he said
with a guffaw.

I splashed at him and told Carrie, "He's just jealous. He works over
at the Chez Josef, where they pack `em in by the hundreds. We do
quality, Chez does quantity!"
With that statement I splashed at him again. "We better get goin and
get ready to earn our pay."

Carrie turned, stretched out in the water and swam to the shallow end;
I just stood there and watched. My attention on her backside was not
lost on Chris, who chuckled and said "Careful, roomie, she bites!"

I blushed again, and swam the other way to the deep end ladder. I
climbed out and walked over to my things, putting the towel around my
neck and laying my shirt over my arm.

Carrie and Chris were walking up to me as I readied to head off.

"I look forward to seeing you later, Arthur. Just come over after your
done: I'm in 21520, apartment A3" Carrie said. "I will have some chips
and dip or something, so don't worry about snacks?"

I smiled. "We make sure to leave work without hunger! At least, I do!"

"Yeah, Arthur would be a true fat body if he didn't work out like he
does, Cuz. The poor boy would be a regular walrus!" Chris laughed as
he said this.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Food is for cooking, but then it is for
eating!" I said.

Carrie smiled at me and said "Well then, just come on over. It will be
nice to get to know you better. Any friend of Chris's is a friend of
mine."

"I will see you tonight, Carrie. Welcome to the complex!" I said. As I
said that, I reached out to take her hand. I could tell she thought I
just wanted to shake; when I lifted her hand toward my lips, I felt
her hesitate for just a fraction of a second. Then, she let me have it
completely. I pressed my lips to the back of her hand very slowly and
then carefully let it down, releasing it back to her.

"Gosh, Cuz, you didn't tell me he was such a smoothie! Should I be
watching out, here?" she asked Chris with a smirk.

I blushed again.

"You keep this up, Arthur, and I may never get dry!" she said with a
giggle.

I turned crimson, I'm sure.

"Gotta go, see ya later!" I said.

I turned away and headed toward my apartment, wondering why Chris had
not said a word about Carrie.

I'd no idea he even had a cousin.

I couldn't help paraphrasing the old guy on the radio, thinking,
"There's more to the story"...


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khanundrum at yahoo dot come

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