Prolouge

Valyn walked into her front room. It was her favorite room. Chocolate walls, with pictures of her favorite photographs, some she took, some she bought. Candles everywhere, and long chocolate colored drapes that covered her front window to the outside world. Everyone always had an opinion of her deep water blue furniture. Two chairs and one couch to be exact. Very modern you could say, but it was what was comfortable to her. Valyn lit two candles and glided over to her couch, sitting on it. The couch was so 1950’s, a fainting couch. She had to get it; it reminded her of something Marilyn Monroe would faint on. She smiled at the thought.
Tonight she felt relaxed, it was comforting, she hadn’t felt this relaxed in almost a year now. Valyn looked around her candle lit room. Stopping at that picture.
Aw together forever! She thought to herself.
Their romance was like living every woman’s secret fantasy. Dane brought her flowers, not just any flowers, but colorful calla lilies. Valyn’s favorite. He opened every door for her that crossed her path. He dressed to empress, always smelling like heaven, collared shirts, stunning jeans. It always amazed her how Dane could pick out the perfect clothes for himself. Those jeans were always loose, but tight enough to show off those strong legs of his, and that tight butt. His shirts were the same way, showing off his shoulders, and chest. Valyn, being the girl that she is, had a thing for shoes. Dane wore mostly black shoes, causal dress black shoes. Exactly what she loved.
Of course it wasn’t easy getting him to dress like that, when they first met she had to eventually buy clothes for him, so he would start wearing them. Thinking of what he wore the first time she saw him, almost made her laugh out loud. White tank top, with red basketball shorts, topping it off with black tennis shoes. The worst part was, he didn’t play basketball.
Now when they walked into a club, all eyes were on him, with his short blonde hair, and stylish clothes. He relished in the fact he got more attention. What man wouldn’t? As soon as the women found out he was taken though, well that just made him more desirable. Dane is what Valyn liked to call man candy. Oh Dane, the perfect gentleman.
How boring.
Where was the excitement? Where was the fun in being predictable? Men had to keep Valyn on her tip toes to keep her around, or she would tip toe to someone else who could.
She traced her hand along the fabric on her blue couch. It was always a comfort to have time alone, even if it was on a Saturday night. Silence, just how she liked it. Her mind was crisp and clear, even if what she was thinking about was unpleasant.
The grandfather clock chimed. Midnight.
How convenient.
Valyn smiled again, while watching her finger trace the fabric. Tonight she felt alive. This was her kind of night. Everything seemed better, food, thoughts, colors, touch.
How convenient.
Dane was getting to that cocky stage. They always did. No, he was at that cocky stage. New clothes and a hair cut, and he is better than his friends. Predictable. He left her house at 11:45 tonight. It was very convenient.
It only took ten or so minutes to get to his own house from hers. At a night like tonight he would need that extra five minutes, before that whore would meet him at his house.
So very convenient indeed.