Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2018 02:06:20 +0100 From: Drusilla Andrews Subject: The Woman in Leather_2 The Woman in Leather. Chapter 2 By. Drusilla. *****Please consider donating to Nifty Stories. Keep this great site alive***** We made our way down the street to a little seafood restaurant. "In the hair shop, they asked me if you were my mother." "What did you tell them?" "She sure is!" Keila laughed. "You're a little doll. Nobody will recognize you now. What are you going to have for lunch?" "I don't know. I don't know anything on the menu." "Haven't you ever had seafood before?" "They didn't ever have any in the orphanage." "I keep forgetting. I think you may like the coconut shrimp. Comes with a wonderful dipping sauce. I'm going to have the crab roll." She was right. I had two orders of those shrimp. I never tasted anything so good. Keila was pouring herself another glass of wine when her cell phone rang. "Yes? When? Where? Ok. I'll be there." She had that strange look on her face. Like the one she had in the ally that night before she shot those men. "Are we going somewhere?" "Yes. France." "France?" "I need to get you ready. We have to leave Thursday." We drove to a small store in the city. Keila showed the man behind the counter something and he took us into the back through another door. A man was sitting at a desk. "Keila. I swear you look more beautiful every time I see you." I could have told him that. I didn't like the way he was looking at her. "I need passport and ID for this one." The man took a good long look at me. "How old?" "She's 13, but I want the passport for 15. The ID also." "Name?" "Sofia Bianchi" "Born?" "Biella, Italy." My picture was taken. My fingerprints were taken. I would have been scared to death if Keila hadn't been standing next to me. "Be ready tomorrow." We drove back to the hotel in silence. Keila was like a different person. She was like that woman in leather, who was in the ally that night. She was nothing like the woman I slept with the night before. We got in the room, she handed me paper and pencil. "Remember that name. BIANCHI! That's now your last name. Practice writing your name. Sophia Bianchi. Over and over. Print it! Sign it! Spell it!" "Yes, Keila." She opened her case in the closet and handed me a small book. "That is a book on Biella Italy. Memorize it! Streets! Hotels! Restaurants! Everything." I dared to look up at her. "Is that where you're from?" "No. My mother was from Biella. I need to train you so you don't slip up. Sometimes when they check your passport. They ask questions to see if you're lying. Like what's the name of that museum they have there? You will say Macist! You need to be ready for any questions. Now. You have two days to study before we leave." Thursday, we landed in Paris. We got through the airport customs with no problem. Keila's passport said she was Maria Bianchi. We were traveling as mother and daughter and I hung on to arm like any loving daughter would do. We took a taxi to a residential part of town where we stopped in front of a large house. An older gray haired woman answered the door. "Keila! Sweetheart, come in. And who is this pretty little girl?" "This is Sofia. I need to leave her here with you for a day or two. I have some work to do and I can't take her. My heart fell to the floor. My worst fear was happening. Keila was leaving me. I quickly grabbed her around the waist and hung on for dear life. "Sofia! Sofia! Let go of me. I will come back to get you when I'm through." She grabbed my head with her hands. "Do you understand? I'm not abandoning you! I have work to do." I gradually released my arms from around her waist. "This nice lady is Viola. She is my dear aunt. I think of her as my second mother. I want you to think of her as a grandmother you never had. Can you do that?" "Yes, Keila." My eyes began to burn with tears as I watched her leave and close the door. "Sofia. That is a beautiful name. I have a room you can use until Keila comes back." "I've never been to Paris. I never been on a plane before." She smiled and rubbed my face. "How do you like pizza?" "I don't think we ever had that in the orphanage." "Oh, my, my! You are going to love it! I make the best pizza you ever ate. I have to feed my dog, Coco. Then we'll get started on the pizza." "I think I had a dog once when I was real little. Can I feed him?" "Sure. Come in the kitchen." This little brown colored hair ball ran up to me wagging his tail as fast as he could. I couldn't help but pick him up. He licked my face all over. "Do you like cheese?" "Yes. We had lots of yellow cheese at the orphanage." "This pizza I make has five cheeses on it. It is to die for!" Viola made coffee for her and she gave me a coke. I liked Viola, she had a kind face and I loved her smile. "How log did you know Keila?" "Ohhhh, I've known her since she was a very little girl. When she was just a baby. Her mother was my big sister. How long have you known Keila?" "About a couple weeks. She saved my life. I love her so very, very much. I won't ever let her go." "You know what she does for a living?" "Yes. I don't care. I still love her. I'll always love her." "Well, I do too. With all my heart." I decided to to tell her about Keila and me. "We sleep together. Are you surprised?" Viola raised her eyebrows and nodded her head. "Yes, a little. I know Keila is partial to women. I mean grown up women! I didn't think she cared for one as young as you." "She didn't. She told me. We shouldn't touch each other. She done so much for me. I had no way to repay her. I wanted to show her I could please her so she would keep me. I love her so much." "Well, it looks like the pizza is done. Let's take it out of the oven and eat! We'll talk about Keila later." Viola was so right, her pizza was to die for. I ate so much, my belly was puffed out. We watched the news on television, Coco was sleeping on my lap. "Is Keila's mother and father in Paris?" "No. They were both killed in a airplane accident about ten years ago. I am her only family now." "On my passport, it says I'm her daughter. She even tells everyone, I'm her daughter." "If she were to adopt you. Then, we would all be family." I thought about that for a long time before continuing. "You said we would talk about Keila later after pizza." "Yes. I did. What do you want to know?" "Why does she change?" "I don't know what you mean by that." "When we're alone in the hotel rooms. She is happy and beautiful and she laughs at me. We order dinned and we eat together. When she gets a phone call, she is not the same anymore. She looks very scary. Like she could kill you." Viola chuckled and wrapped her arm around me. "When Keila was nineteen. She ran off and joined the army. Her Father was Israeli and her mother Italian. Her father was a General in the army. Her mother and I were fit to be committed. All we could imagine, was her being killed in some mindless battle. Then one night, a male soldier though he would rape her. She broke his nose and two of his fingers. The next night she crept into his barracks. Past two guards. Left a note under his covers. Never woke anyone. Then she silently crept back out. Next day, when the officers found out about it. They decided she was suited for far more than just an ordinary soldier. She began training as special forces. Night reconnaissance. With that, came her survival training." I stared at her for a long time, then said the first thing that come to mind. "What did the note say?" Viola laughed out loud at me. "It said...If you ever try that again. I'll come one night when you're sound asleep. And cut your PENIS OFF!" "She has three guns. It's my job to keep them clean. She showed me how to tear down and put them back together." "Really? She must put a lot of trust in you. She always took care of her own pistols." "I said if she teaches me how to use them. I'll protect her. I won't let anyone hurt her. I love her." Viola laughed at me again. "You're an adorable little thing. No wonder she wants to keep you. It's time for bed. Coco can sleep with you if you like." "Yes, yes, yes! I want him to sleep with me!" The next day passed quickly, Viola and me had a great time riding around town in her little car. We came back to the house for lunch and Keila was in the living room. I ran and jumped on her, throwing my arms tightly around her. "My, God, girl! You're squeezing the life out of me!" She put me down and kissed Viola. "How did you and this little one get along?" "She has a definite fixation with you. I lost track how many times she told me she loved you." Coco ran out and jumped up and down until Keila picked him up. I thought it was the good time to ask. "Can we have a dog?" She stared at me for a second. "No! The hotels we say at do not allow pets!" I thought about that for a moment. "We could find a hotel that did take pets." "No! Don't make me say it again." "Yes, Keila." Viola pointed her finger at me. "Remember. Don't make her mad. She might leave you a note." "OH, GOD! Auntie Viola! Did you tell her that story?" "I just thought your daughter should know, that's all." I quickly jumped in. "Nicole thinks you should adopt me!" "OH! She does, does she?" Viola quickly jumped in. "I think we should have lunch. Then we can all go to the zoological park." I never seen so man strange animals in all my life. I didn't think they were all from earth. They must have brought them from other planets. I told Keila I wanted to go back there every day. She just smiled and said don't hold your breath! We finished dinner and I cleaned all the dishes and put everything away. Keila patted her hand on the sofa for me to sit down. "We leave early tomorrow morning for the island of Sardegna. That means you get your little butt clean and into bed." "Can Coco sleep with us tonight?" She looked at me with wide eyes. "Any neighbors you'd like to invite too?" I was not sure what she meant by that. It was a strange question. "I never asked any. Should I?" Viola busted out laughing, Keila just shook her head. I never rode on a plane in my whole life, now it seemed like I was on one every day. "Where is Sardegna?" "It's an island off the coast of Italy. Now, put those headphones on and listen to the music. I want to sleep. If you wake me up. I'll leave you on this plane!" "I won't let anyone wake you up. Promise." Keila rented a car at the airport and we drove for a long time, up some hills, then into the driveway of this really beautiful house. We got out of the car, Keila walked up to the door and put a key in the lock. I thought this is much better than a hotel room. "Who did you rent this from?" "I didn't. I own it. It's mine." I stood there with my mouth open staring at her. I ran around the rooms and out on this huge porch. I could see the ocean from there. "There is a lot of room for a dog." She shouted at me from inside. "Don't you dare start!" She walked out on the porch with a glass of wine in her hand. "You see down there. That's the Balearic sea. And right down there is the beach. It's about a five minute drive. Beautiful sand and everyone is nude." I looked up at her. "They don't have anything to wear?" "Of course they do! It's a nude beach! Everyone goes naked. Hence the name, nude beach." She took my arm and pulled me inside. "Sit your skinny little butt down." She took the last gulp of wine, then sat next to me. "I've decided to quit my work. I've decided to stay here with you. Just you and me. That's what you wanted, isn't it?" "I do! More than anything! I never thought it would happen." "you're growing up. Soon you'll be 16, then 18 and 20. You'll be a beautiful young woman. I want to be there when you turn into that woman." I thought it sounded too good to be true. Because that was what I always wanted. "You wouldn't leave me no more?" "No. You belong to me now. You're such a delight. And now, I'm never going to let you go!" I didn't know what else to do. I threw my arms around her and hugged her for dear life. "I love you dearly, Sofia. But, let go. You're always trying to suffocate me!" "OK! If we can go to that naked beach. I love to see you naked." She rolled her eyes at me. "I'm not driving all that way just so you can see me naked. I'll undress here and you'll have to be thrilled with that." I jumped up immediately. "Can I give you a bath? Front and back?" She had a funny smile on her face. "You can, but we're going to take it together. Then I'm going to take you to bed and show you what a woman can do." I didn't think she could make me love her anymore, but she did. Us girls in the orphanage use to call it "pleasing". Keila called it an orgasm. Whatever it was, she was pleasing me for a half hour. She reached over and patted me on the tummy. "How did my little girl like that?" I was the first time I heard her call me her little girl. I was so happy, my thoughts drifted back to Estela. I felt so sad then. How I wished she could have been her with me and Keila. I looked over at Keila and I knew I had everything I ever wanted. Over time, Keila became even more beautiful to me. I climbed out of bed and into the shower. When I returned, Keila rolled over in bed, looking up at me with her sleepy eyes. "When are you going to be back, baby?" I leaned over and kissed her. "Day after tomorrow." I went to the closet, gathering my clothes. Black leather pants, knee high leather boots, buckles on the sides. Leather halter top and my black leather motorcycle jacket. Keila raised up in bed. "You sure look fucking hot in that outfit." I chuckled. "Now you know why I fell in love with you that night in the ally. You were my woman in black leather." She laughed, rolling back over in bed. "You have the .410 derringer?" "Yep! Inside my boot." "You be careful on that damn motorcycle. They scare the hell out of me." "You need to ride with some day. It's really cool!" "That's never going to happen, baby!" "I know. I know! You said it a million times. If I kill myself on that bike. You're gonna kill me!" I sped off from the house, down the hill and directly to the airport. These people always expected the very best from me because of who my mother was. She left a very hard image to live up to, but I never disappointed them. Nine hits and no misses. I still have the desire to find that man in the warehouse. The one who told those two men to take me and Estela away in the van that night. I would so much like to introduce him to the woman in leather. THE END.