Jason has a villa near the coast, and it is surrounded with beauty. Most of the grounds were planned, designed and made by Jason's own hands.
One night like a few other nights, after locking up downstairs, but leaving the back door unlocked, Jason goes upstairs to the patio. There he can sit for hours just relaxing and looking at the stars in the dark.
Around one o’clock, his cell phone goes off, letting him know one of the door's sensors has been activated. He has a very expensive burglar alarm security system. Today's technology works on everything. All around his house is surveillance equipment, and on a few places he has the infra-red beams that are in dark corners, so it can be monitored on his laptop or cell phone.
He calls the security to tell them he is at home, and everything is fine. Then he goes to his room just to watch her, on his laptop screen, in the kitchen, like every other night.
She looks happy with herself. Peeping around the corner to the upstairs. He can see her looking up, listening, rolling her eyes and then comes that humility smile as she tip-toes back into the kitchen with a naughty smile on her face.
Jason can’t help but smile at this beauty that comes and goes in his house late at night. He knows she thinks he is not home or just sleeping, but nights like these are the highlights of his day. Each time he sees her, he just wants to go down and say "Hi" but, like tonight, he will once again just watch her.
She starts by washing her hands, then she moves to the stove and looks in the oven for something to eat. The expression on her face is too much for him. So he captures it on his laptop. One more photo for the file named, A Beautiful Intruder.
She opens the fridge doors to find something to eat. He can’t see what she is eating but she is busy for a while. Afterwards, she pours milk into a glass and, after drinking it, she washes the glass. She moves to the toilet that has a shower built in, and peeps upstairs again. She is about ten minutes inside before coming out. Hair still wet and fresh clothes on. She takes twenty minutes inside his house, each times she comes in.
When he is sure she is gone, he goes down to lock up. He should really think of meeting her next time she drops in. She is a beauty, a lady who is attractive in all the good ways and yet there is something mischievous about her. Taking these chances and been adventurous.
Why his house? Does she live near by? These questions need some answers, any day soon he hopes..
Two days go by and there is no sign of her. He is sure she will come tonight. In the kitchen he prepares a meal for her. Tonight she will eat like a queen.
He steps back to see if everything is in order . The meal is in the low oven, there is an open bottle of wine in the fridge, a rose in a glass on the table. The only thing left is dessert. He will have to see if she will stay for that. He waits in his room, near the laptop.
Half an hour later he sees her on the screen. She peeps after she opens the back door. One look around and he can see she thinks she is in the clear.
There is smile on her face when she sees the rose. . She takes it out of the glass, and walks to the stairs while smelling it. She looks up. He can see her there and he captures the moment on his laptop. Moving now to the stove, she opens it and there is a surprise smirk on her face.
Taking out the plate, wearing the oven gloves, she sits down at the table. Jason can see her better now. Before sitting, she opens the fridge for something to drink. She would usually drink milk, but she sees the open bottle of wine. She takes the wine out and pours some in the glass. She takes a sip and pours more in. He can see she is enjoying every bit, and sits back to watch her eat.
When she is done, she cleans up and puts the rose back in the glass with water. Then she goes to the bathroom.
Jason goes downstairs. In the kitchen he makes coffee and he waits for her, not really knowing what the next step will be. One thing is clear, tonight is the night he will meet his beautiful sexy intruder face to face.
He knows what she does each time when she goes to the bathroom. She has a shower, enjoying every bit of it, humming away Ninety-nine Red Balloons.
Jason adds his own words in his thoughts:
Ninety-nine Red balloons going by
Ninety-nine red balloons floating in the summer sky Panic bells, she’s in my house
She’s here from somewhere else
She gives my life a whole new meaning
Opens up my eyes
Just focusing on her
As she is in my kitchen and bathroom.
With a big smile on his face, he laughs at himself. An old song from the 80s, sung by Nana and many others.
He stands up and goes to sit on the stairs on the one side of the kitchen, one leg on the second step and the other on the floor, his bum on the third step. He's wearing only boxer shorts and shirt.
After what felt like forever, and his bum numb from the hard step, she opens the bathroom door. What a beauty. She must be around thirty-five years of age with brown hair and a smashing pair of legs from what he can see.
“It is about time, Missy,” he says, and sees how she jumps from fright, letting out a not so lady like word. As she looks his way he can see the beauty of her face - brown eyes, full lips - and generous cup size breasts.
“What?" She didn’t think she would be caught out so fast. How did he know? She turns around to him. “How did you know?" she asks, legs shaking.
“I will ask the questions. Who are you, and what are you doing each time you come to my house?” he says, trying very hard not to smile.
Walking towards him, like on a catwalk, with one finger on her lips, she looks very attractive. She holds out a hand. “Hi, my name is Renata. I ask for your forgiveness as I am a lost child, I live somewhere and yet nowhere, belong to everyone but not attached to anybody.
