Frightmare Mansion - Chapter 10

Mom leaves for the market, giving me a break for awhile. For some reason, I put on A Jimmy Hendrix album on the old record player. I've really don't know much about his music, so now would be a good time to listen to some. His rhythmic guitar strums tingle my ears. I stretch across my bed, and I decide to do some drawing to relax. I've always been very artistic, drawing since I could remember.

Mom said I was like three years old when I started drawing. I remember being so happy, just as long as I had a pencil in my hand and a white piece of blank paper. I would just look at the paper and start to release my imagination. What could I put on there? Fairies, unicorns, or a castle and princess. I envision a beautiful horse running in a grassy field.

I especially love drawing horses, the gorgeous shaped head, and the way their muscles flexed when they ran. Fairly quickly I pin several finished pictures to the wall. I soon complete some detailing on the regal head of a mighty steed, weaving my special magic with my pencil bringing it to life. I can hear the hoofs galloping through the green lush field. I roll over on to my back holding the drawing, almost waiting for it to leap from the paper. My long hair spreads out over the bed as I wonder why I feel so wonderful right now.

Maybe it's because drawing is the one thing that always made me feel special. Being able to do something that most people can't. I won numerous art contest growing up and built my self - confidence in myself through my art. I started admiring the male physique lately as I have been drawing warriors with dragons rescuing beautiful damsels in distress. That's what really caught my interest in Chris, I can tell he has a beautiful athletic body.

I suddenly hear a lawn mower turn on - Oh God it's him! Chris is mowing our front yard! I leap from my bed, and rush to my bedroom window, he's wearing a tank top and shorts. His sexy muscles flex as he pushes the mower through the tall dry grass. I wonder what it would be like to be held, and embraced by those strong arms. As he turns and goes in the opposite direction, I get a good view of those muscular legs powered by a very nice small round butt. After a heavenly 15 minutes, he finishes the front, and heads to the back yard.

I sprint out of my room, through the hall, and down the stairway, towards the kitchen. I sneak a peek out of the kitchen window to get a better view into the backyard. Chris passes by the window not noticing I'm glued to his every move.

Mom suddenly enters the kitchen with some full grocery bags - I know she caught me looking at Chris from the window, but for some reason pretends she didn't see anything. I spit out, "Chris is mowing the back yard!" yeah like that's actually covering my tracks.

Mom starts to unpack the grocery bags, "The front looks so much better. He's doing a great job. Honey get some ice cubes from the tray in the freezer."
"What for?" I said while trying to sneek a peek of Chris.

"We need to give Chris something cold to drink. I'm sure he would appreciate it. It's a lot warmer here in California, it must be at least 80 degrees out there," she puts the bags down, and pulls out a bottle of iced tea, and grabs two glasses and a pitcher, and places them on a tray.
"Two glasses?" what's she up to?
"Maybe you can keep him company while he takes a break, how's that sound?"
"Mom, I wish you wouldn't do stuff like this."
"Yeah - yeah, you can thank me later," she pours the tea into the pitcher and puts the ice in. "Take this out to Chris, so he can cool off before he starts on the back yard."

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