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Nadine Kjaerbaek posted an update 10 years, 11 months ago
Hugo walked up and down the concrete stairs of the open stadium. The heat got to him, and he
wiped the perspiration off his face with a tissue from the bathroom around the back of the
stadium. He looked over, with his dark eyes, tanned face, and hair blowing in the light evening
breeze, at his rival.
Frustrated and worried, he wondered if Rochelle would take her date to the fire-dancing
festival and hoped he went up in flames if she did. Hugo was a huge fan of fire-dancing, one
of his well-known eccentricities. Hugo knew his rival also hated sports, except for golf and
rugby, owing to his rich prick tastes he had opportuned after reaching the heights of rock stardom.
Rochelle had posted up a video from the last festival they had attended in April on her website.
An innocent bystander had caught on fire at the hands of a dancer, after one of her elongated dancing
accessories malfunctioned, and he again wanted the same for Rochelle’s date. Her claim that she was not
monogamous had bothered him, and he had yet to convince her otherwise.
Hugo knew he could win over Rochelle with expensive jewellery, and tended to steal
from wealthy families in the area, whereas she ignored his gifts. She could afford her own
jewellery at anytime. She resented his Robin Hood antics, and told him to give the pieces
back to their rightful owner.
He was still uncertain what he was interested in, as he only knew that he was still interested.
She came from a background of luxury and privilege. He sighed at the notion that she was above
him on the social parameter.
Hugo was more suited for her than he was on a superficial level, as he sensed that
Rochelle possessed the same perspective on life and psychological makeup that he did. Hugo
was more enraptured by his plans for her conquest than he was by his own interest in her.
He failed to notice that she left during the intermission.
His obsession, Rochelle, had left a few minutes earlier, after she dropped off a sandwich and
a large pomegranate and banana smoothie for her date. Hugo added some chemicals in hopes of triggering
a fatal reaction. He watched them together, as she leaned into his right shoulder and patted him
on the back. Hugo had smiled at her and watched her date she kissed him lightly on the lips.
Her date sipped on his smoothie, and then gave the beverage over to a lady beside him.
He had a toothache and feared the spread of a canker sore infection. He complained that the smoothie
was too sweet and acidic for his taste. Hugo hoped his teeth fell out after significant swelling
and infection, so that at least he would be on his way to the hospital.
Uncertain, Hugo debated where to take Rochelle on a date. He thought of a long rugby
game or the Saturday night dance at the Calgary Centennial Hall. She seemed a little
expensive and upscale for his tastes these days, but he thought that he could still persuade
her to spend time with him so that he could size up the right size of bomb for her.
That afternoon, he had pretended to be the mailman. He had placed a note for her in a
stamped and marked envelope. As he dropped off a note at her door, he rang the doorbell.
Nobody answered, so he taped the envelope to her back door.
Back at home, Rochelle sat upstairs with her royalty check, with her long legs dangling
over the edge of the bed. She felt uncomfortable in all the chairs in the household, and her
custom-made chairs and stools had not arrived. At 6”1, she found most tables too short for her,
as well as most beds.
She worked at a call centre for awhile after moving to Calgary from Banff,
and feared the company would close. The company, which had recently settled a contentious and long
lawsuit over some household products outlet during the summer, was seriously in debt.
Rochelle had stalled on entering into the family business to buy time to investigate a career
as an entertainer or escort service worker, since she had finished up her high school diploma
the year before. She had studied a little Japanese with her father’s personal assistant back home,
after she returned for a three-week visit.
The company she worked for, Tyson, sold four-star vacuums for $3,000 and up. She hated
to abandon her cushy office job, at the request of his father, to work a real job in Jamaica at his
rum processing facility.
Rochelle had previously volunteered her services at the local Legal Aid office.
She was disappointed by her lawyer’s decision to insist of pay instead of sex for services rendered.
Frustrated by his focus on law, she walked out of his office and found a more willing candidate.
She wanted to sue her grandmother’s estate for twenty-five percent of the total worth, since
the original will she had signed had specified that she was to receive a share of her grandmother’s
holdings after her death. Her father contested the will, which he was left out of, and won.
He wanted to go to Europe to learn about new business models for his planned takeover
of the molasses industry in Jamaica. Molasses was a key ingredient in his Navy-style dark rum, which
was a big seller.
Frustrated, Rochelle gave in temporarily and informed her boss at Tyson, hesitantly,
about her plan to quit at the end of the summer, and head off for a year split betweeen Jamaica and
Europe, where she would train with her father.
Rochelle had returned home briefly between trips, to Hugo’s disappointment. She took off in her
minivan, a substitute for her first Bronco, which needed routine maintenance and tire rotation. As
ABBA’s ‘Greatest Hits’ played, Rochelle snapped her finger to the beats and sang along. She
had a shopping trip. She figured that a shopping trip usually cost $3000.
Her collection of five-inch stiletto heels needed company, since she had busted a pair on
the street and two were stolen from her gym locker two days ago. That afternoon, she had
watched as Hugo left a note for her. He passed by her minivan.
She wore her Chanel sunglasses, bought bags by Fendi and considered a KGB bag to be
cheap. Her clothes came from vintage shops, her mother’s closet, boutiques and designers
themselves. She had a knack for convincing people to buy her expensive items. She forgot to
wear a bra, as usual, and had put on a translucent chemise without a tank top underneath.
Sadly, she picked up junk food at Wendy’s after midnight to console herself. She hated
the food but loved the frosty drinks. Bored without the ability to have children, and without a
job, she did volunteer work, went to the gym, and drove around. She munched on her French
fries, though the taste of salt disgusted her. She nibbled on her chicken sandwich.
According to their conversations and notes, Hugo wanted to take her out to a fancy
four-star German restaurant, such as Wienerhaus, for lunch. Le Plateau, a horrible restaurant
that people frequented out of popularity itself, turned him off. He hated a microwave
store-bought quiche with a side of greens tossed in vinegar, so he avoided the popular joint.
Rochelle really preferred smorgasbords, or traditional high tea at a nice cottage to French
restaurants and expensive bistros. Rochelle lived off junk food and smoothies, so he knew that
she lacked a sophisticated palate.
Great story!