Free The Devil's Dwelling by Jean Avery Brown Page A

looked up the stairs while trying to hold Bailey. “I’m going to his place.”  I was out the door before I finished my sentence. Bailey practically dragged me down the street. I was panting by the time I reached the park. I put my hands on my knees and sucked in some oxygen. 
     
    I unleashed Bailey and he hiked on most of the trees in the park. He pooped and I picked it up and tossed it in the can, hooked him up and started for home.  There were a few people in the park most were walking their dogs. A few kids were trying to fly kites but it was getting late and the wind had calmed down.  A little boy was tangled in his kite string and the kite was destroyed from him trying to free himself. Tears were streaming and he was jumping up and down trying to get the string untangled. His Mommy came to the rescue but not before the damage was done.
     
    I looked past the crowd and in the distance I saw the big woman Bailey jumped. I wondered if I should apologize but my better judgment took over and I walked toward the apartment with Bailey at my side. Bailey bolted up the stairs jerking the leash from my hand. I ran up the stairs behind him and opened the door before he had time to jump on the door.
    “Bailey, why are you in such a hurry?” I ruffled the fur around his neck pulling his collar away from his fur. “Your going to stay with Mona tonight.  She might need you to protect her from the bad guys.” I joked as I hung up his leash and headed for the bedroom.
     
    I turned on the water, undressed and stepped in the shower. The water danced on my skin as I scrubbed off the stench from the day.  I put my head back and let the water run through my hair and down my back. I squirted the shampoo on my head and vigorously scrubbed my hair, rinsed, conditioned and rinsed again. I hopped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my head and another around my body.  I walked over to the mirror dropped the towel and turned to see my butt. “Yeah, still looks pretty firm.” I laughed.
    I put on a little mascara, blush and lipstick.  I blew my hair dry smoothing it straight. Put on a pair of jeans and a tank top. Slipped on a pair of heels with  my toes sticking out showing off my pink polish.  I stepped out of the bedroom. Mona gasped and jumped off the sofa and walked around me turning me round and round.
    “Girlfriend you look fantastic.  Your hair it’s silky beautiful. What happened to the curls?”
    “Flat iron and a lot of labor.”  I rarely straighten my hair. My curls are my signature.
    “Thanks Mona. I usually look a little better then my daily look when I go on a date.” 
    “Be sure you have you Glock.”
    “I’m just going to Randy’s I don’t think I will need to take a weapon.” I told her as I opened the door.
    “Okay, you are probably right.” I rushed back to the night stand, took the Glock from it’s resting place and dropped it in my bag. I walked from the apartment with my bag on my shoulder.
    I got in my rig and backed out of the parking space.  I noticed a large maroon Chrysler setting at the other end of the lot. I picked up my phone and called Mona.
    “Hey, there’s a big maroon Chrysler in the parking lot. I haven’t seen it around before. You can see it from my bedroom window. You might want to keep an eye on it and lock the door.”
    “Thanks, I’ll lock the door and keep and eye on it.”
     
    I stopped at the neighborhood security gate and dialed Randy.  He pushed the button and I drove through the gate and noticed a car right on my bumper make it through the gate.  I pulled in the drive and noticed the car slowly drive past.  Probably someone looking for an address. I pushed Randy’s door bell. The chimes play a nice tune and he immediately opened the door. He threw his arms around me, gave me a big juicy kiss and closed the door.
    The smell of barbeque lingered through the house. Randy helped me remove my jacket and hung it on the coat rack, a large piece of