WE HAVE A WINNER!
The Winner of the $50.00 gift certificate from Candles By Victoria is Kristel Kiiroja!
THE ROAD TRIP
It was nearing midnight in Macon when Matt and Victoria left the rambling farmhouse after a day of pumpkin pickin'; two half-empty cups of pumpkin eggnog jostled in the drink holder while the croons of Elvis on the radio filtered out into the autumn night. Clouds were thickening in the sky; the weather man had warned of a storm watch, but they'd decided to brave the uncharted territory anyway, eager to get back to their log cabin and enjoy the rest of their vacation.
“You about ready to head back to the lodge for a little fireside romance, Sweet Pea?”
Matt asked, throwing Victoria a coy look from beneath his wide-brimmed, leather hat.
Victoria sighed. As much as she loved a little sweet comfort from her man, she was just too tired to even think about it. All she wanted to do was unwind, light a lavender-scented candle, and settle in for a night of relaxation underneath her comforter.
“Oh honey, not tonight. Maybe we'll have a finger lickin' good time tomorrow. I'm just too tired.” Matt grumbled, disappointed he'd have to wait another night to see Victoria in her leather and lace get-up.
She smiled and closed her eyes, letting her day dreams carry her off into sweet rapture. The steady rumble of the truck bouncing over potholes on the desolate dirt road and gentle scent of night-blooming jasmines playing in the Georgia air caused Victoria to fall asleep.
“Oh, damn,” Matt said loudly, causing her to jolt from her slumber. Rain pelted heavily on to their windshield, and Matt's wipers could barely keep up. “Must've taken a wrong turn,” he grumbled, straining to peer out into the night. Suddenly, they spotted a woman up ahead, leaning up against a mahogany tree. When they got closer, they saw she was waving her hand frantically.
“Who's that lady? And what's she doing out in the middle of nowhere?” Matt said.
“Matt, pull over! She might be lost!”
Matt ambled his car over to her. When he rolled down the window, he could see a young, beautiful blonde, mascara streaking down her wet, peaches and cream skin, her short-shorts clinging to her body.
“Hi, I'm Daisy,” she introduced. She reached down the front of her cashmere sweater and pulled out a piece of paper from between her two scrumptious scoops. “I'm trying to get to my friend Angelina's house, but my car broke down. I've got the directions right here. Mind if I get a lift?”
“Well, we're a bit lost ourselves. You think we could use a phone at your friend's place?”
“I think that can be arranged,” she said with a soft smile. Matt unlocked the door for her and she climbed inside, handing the directions to him. “Just follow those directions. Should get you there in no time.” She settled quietly in the back seat, and Victoria couldn't help feeling a little uneasy when she spied the girl's eerie expression in the mirror, that same soft, knowing smile on her face. Matt followed her directions, which led them down another road with no houses in sight, only dark, thick trees. Finally, at the end of the road, a large plantation house loomed at the top of a hill; daffodils swayed on the expanse of grass, performing their nightly meadow dance.
“This is it?” Matt asked. “You sure now?”
“Oh, I'm sure I'm sure,” she laughed. Matt pulled up to the driveway. They noticed there were no lights on and no cars parked in the driveway.
“Come on inside,” Daisy beckoned. Matt and Victoria hesitantly left the car, their eyes glued to the house. Every once in a while, they'd look over at each other, casting suspicious glances. They followed Daisy up the porch steps, and Victoria couldn't help but notice the herd of cats wandering around the yard, meowing incessantly.
“This place is strange,” Victoria whispered. They followed Daisy into the house. The house seemed like it was transplanted from the '70's, with its plaid couch, bean bag chairs, and rotary phone on the table. A bouquet of dead flowers perched next to the phone.
“That you, Daisy Mae?” screamed a shrill voice from beyond the living room.
“Ma, I got company!” Daisy shouted into the hallway.
“I thought this was your friend's house?” Matt asked.
Daisy smiled, pulling his arm and leading him to the phone. “There's phone ya'll can use. Although I can't guarantee it'll work.” Matt went over to the phone, picking it up. He wrinkled his face, staring at it in confusion.
“No dial tone!”
Suddenly, the pad of soft slippers on the floor caused Matt to look up. Victoria followed his glance. A tall, heavyset woman came out into the living room. She was dressed in an Oriental robe that barely covered her overflowing bosom, and her gray hair was piled messily on top of her head. Her tongue ran over her lips, which was covered in a stain that looked like Peptol Bismol, and her sassy strut looked more like a whore from the French Quarter than a Southern housewife.
“Why hello, Sugar Plum,” she said to Matt, licking her lips and eyeing him like he was a pile of country berry hotcakes. “I was just about to make some dessert. Care for some lemon pound cake? Or would you prefer another dessert?” She leaned over, revealing her cleavage.
“Uh, no thank you. We were just here to use your phone, and now that we see it's out of order, we'll be on our way.”
The woman placed her hand on Matt's bicep. “You sure are simply delicious. Do you work out?”
Matt blushed. “Well, I do a lot of hard labor around the house.”
Victoria rushed over, slapping the woman's arm away. “Don't give my man any of that sweet talk.”
“Oh, so you got a crush on my handyman too?” the lady purred. “Can't say I blame you. You know, I haven't had a man in so long. Ever since my dear poopsykins Harold died...well, I haven't had any male company.”
“I could see how you'd send a man to his grave,” Victoria muttered under her breath.
The woman shot her a nasty look, but quickly smiled. “Well, that's all in the past now. I always keep my dear Harold close. Why, I even keep his room in the condition he left it in so he could sleep in his big bed, just the way he used to when he was alive. Care to see him?”
“Ma, no one wants to see dear old, dead dad,” Daisy whined from the couch, cracking bubblegum between her teeth.
Victoria and Matt's mouths dropped open. These were some strange people. Surely they couldn't be serious when they said her dead husband was inside the bedroom... could they?
“Let's get out of here,” Matt muttered, grabbing Victoria's elbow. They rushed out the door, bolting to their car. Matt backed away so fast, not even casting one glance back behind him.
“Matt, next time we're taking a tropical vacation, maybe to Montego Bay or something.”
“You don't have to tell me twice!”
Victoria looked over at him, drinking in his ruggedly handsome profile, and thought bitterly about how that vile woman had just made moves on her honey. “Matt, let's order some room service tonight. Maybe get some strawberries and champagne and spend the rest of our southern nights in Georgia in our little love shack.
"That sounds like my kind of night, Vicky. I just need some peace and quiet after dealing with all this strangeness.”
"Oh, you won't be experiencing any tranquility after I get at you," she purred.
They left Macon, and when Victoria saw the sign that they were approaching the highway to the cabin, she breathed a sigh of relief and also felt a twitter of excitement, for she would soon be home sweet home, seeing her man butt naked.
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