The Cherry Brown Diaries

Cherry Brown had always hated confrontations, they always made her feel vulnerable.

She was a well known arrogant, money grubbing wine drinker with large hazel eyes and thick raven hair. Her friends saw her as a seducer, a sinister manipulator. Once, she had even charmed an elderly man into making her his only benefactor. That’s the sort of woman she was.

Cherry walked over to the window and reflected on her lavish surroundings. The serene ocean waves reminded her of all those summer vacations spent at the beach.  Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Winston Brown.

Winston was the kind of man that she could fall passionately in love with but someone who would never accept her conniving ways.

Cherry gulped. She was not prepared for Winston.

As Cherry stepped outside and Winston came closer, she could see the inquisitive glint in his eye.

“Look Cherry,” growled Winston, with a spiteful glare that reminded Cherry of her very stern father. “It’s not that I don’t find you extremely attractive, but I will not give in to your charm and go against my better judgment just to have you. You have got to rethink the direction you are taking in life.”

Cherry looked back, even more dejected while gripping tightly the pen in her hand. “Winston, I have tried to change but how can I become someone that I am not?” she replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two teenagers, discovering love for the first time, so full of pent up passion and energy that could cause an orgasmic explosion if one additional quark was added.

Cherry regarded Winston’s smoldering eyes and full lips. “I don’t know what to do …” she whispered.

Winston glared. “I think you could start by seeing a therapist”.

Cherry promptly remembered a project.. a scheme she was working on. “Actually, I have to go,” she said. I have something very important to do.

Winston looked uneasy, not certain if he was about to make a break through or not.

He watched as she walked away…thinking of all the possibilities.