New York Rain

Getting home he was unable to sleep because her imagine kept popping up in his head. He turned on his pc. He would start looking up everything he could about her. This was one of the best things about the advances in technology. They made his research more of a private affair.

Sure he would hire people to look her up too, maybe even follow her. He wasn’t sure yet. Really it would depend on what he found out about her online.

Waiting for his PC to boot up he opened a bag of potato chips and ate a few. He opened Google and put her name down on the search bar. “Come and let me capture you.” He whispered out loud as the results began to show up.

He found what must be her personal web page and clicked on the link. As the page pulled up he was welcomed by the sight of her piercing eyes. Her picture was one that focused on those green eyes that seemed to intoxicate him when he saw them. The pull wasn’t as much her as it was earlier in the night when they had been face to face in the hall way.

Harold laughed at her expression once more. “Oh boy Harold she was mad at you.”

“I can’t believe I’ve found another woman like Emily.” Harold smiled. He knew he needed her in his life. He focused to read about her on the page he had pulled up.

“Sandra Sims, is a graduate of Harvard University, 36 years old she lives in the San Diego area.” Harold read out loud. He would take breaks and look at the picture of her face.

His mind was having a hard time accepting that he had found a woman like her. All these years of suffering and he had finally found another Emily!

He read up as much as he could on the page, then went back to pull up more about her on Google.

“What’s this it’s new news?” He said looking at the headline. “Sandra Sims Fired.” Harold pulled up the news article. It was short since it had only been 2 hours since the event ended.

“Sandra Sims is Fired by the American Cancer Association for conduct that is considered “misbecoming of a representative” of our company.” Daniel Jacobs, CEO, American Cancer Association.”

Harold read the short article a loud. “Wow I got her fired?” Harold was slightly impressed that something he hadn’t said a word about had that much power.

“Imagine what would have happened had I called Daniel?” He said a loud. Him and Daniel were golfing buddies for years now. Harold knew that if he had called Daniel and complained this girl would be ruined in the business.

But the truth was he didn’t want to ruin her name. In fact he wanted to help her out. He wanted to win her over. He would love to have her in his bed. In his life, as a replacement for Emily, so he could be happy once again.

He thought of how he could win her over. He went over every website he could read about her. Trying to find some clue as to how he could get her to be his.

“Oh maybe her brother will have a clue.” He shut off the computer to get ready for bed. He couldn’t spend all night obsessing over Sandra Sims. No it wouldn’t do him any good to sit here; he had to get her in his sites.

Harold fell asleep a little bit of a plan running through his head. He’d put it into place in the morning when he got up.

Chapter 6

The first image he had in the morning when he woke up was her eyes. Sandra Sims, she was the woman. The one who was just like Emily, but modernized, he thought and laughed.

He pulled up her image on the computer so it wasn’t just a vision in his head. There she was still the same as he remembered. She was 5’ 7” tall, only an inch smaller than him. With her dark coal colored skin and amazing green eyes she was something he would never tire of looking at.

Harold looked at his watch. He had about an hour to waste before he could reach Jack Sims at his office.

“That’s the perfect amount of time for a quick breakfast, and maybe even a little run on the treadmill!” Harold said.

He loved to get on the treadmill on the morning and run. It would often clear his mind and make for a better day. That was another thing he admitted attracted him to Sandra.

Emily had been an athlete much like Harold and was always a small woman. Harold had to wonder if her weight was ever much over 100 pounds. Sandra on the other had a lot of meat on her. Harold chuckled as he thought of her rotund frame and how it would be to make love to her.