I am sure that your mouths are watering for the rest of the players in the Powerhouse novella. For
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Powerhouse will be the new novella taking the place of The D Files here on the MTLS web site. You can get a new fix of it each week, right here on your favorite site for romance: My True Love Story dot com. Now, on to the supporting cast of Powerhouse: They are all mid-level supervisors in an actual Powerhouse in New York City. Each will play an integral part in the storyline. Some will fall in love and others will fall into the hands of treachery. Some will wind up being good guys, and others are bad guys that you wouldn’t want visiting your nightmares.
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Jim Frost (Supporting Character):
Jim Frost hadn’t slept that night, aside from periodic spells that he rose from in terror. The clock in his small apartment showed that it was 5:15 and he had to begin to pull himself together for work. He hadn’t been eating or sleeping all week; he knew it was important to try to keep up appearances.
Frost uncurled himself from the saturated sheets on his single bed and crept towards the bathroom. Once inside he gargled with the yellow Listerine and spit the dreck from his throat like a viper on the attack.
A hot shower will do me good, he thought, not bothering to look at his reflection in the mirror.
He was right: the hot water pulsating from his shower massage onto his dreary body had helped to ease the murky feeling that was overpowering him. Frost stepped from the small shower stall with a fresh breath of enthusiasm. He wiped the now steamy mirror with a soft white cotton towel, picked up his razor, and prepared to shave. The soothing shave gel tingled on his skin as he opened the straight razor and lifted it toward his face.
He looked up into the mirror, still wet with streaks of condensate, and peered at the image. Who was this man, he thought as he stared back intently at the eyes that were looking at him. How could I have gotten myself into this situation?
The razor now pressed against his throat, the sharp edge threatening to separate the soft skin of his neck. Is this my life? he thought as the steel edge began to draw first blood.
His eyes came back into focus, hands trembling at the site of his blood running down his hairy chest. The razor fell from Frost’s hand as he began to sob. His body shook with terrible tremors as he tried to hold back the new onslaught of tears.
“I’m no killer,” he said to no one, as he finished his shave with a disposable Bic; hands still trembling. “I can’t even kill. . .myself.”
The morning task of cleaning up now behind him, his new cut plastered shut, he would say he cut himself shaving. . .again. It was the third time this week he had to show up at work with a facial injury. Frost quickly dressed and left for work, making sure not to look in any mirrors as he exited his apartment.
Tony Castellano: (Supporting Character):
Tony Castellano rose from his recliner, his back letting out a loud snap as he stretched. “I can’t believe I slept in that stupid chair again.” He said as he bent and pet Figaro. “It’s no wonder they call those thing Lazyboy’s.”
Tony let his robe fall to the threadbare-carpeted floor and dragged his bare feet to the kitchen area. He poured Figaro a bowl of kibble and himself a cup of coffee. His Braun coffee maker was equipped with an automatic timer, and he always had it set for 5 a.m. He seldom slept that late, and if perchance he did, the smell of fresh brewed coffee was sure to wake him.
“Be a good boy and eat all of your breakfast.” Tony urged his companion and went to take a shower.
Lately the sight of his own naked body was disgusting him. Tony looked at his reflection in the full-length mirror and let out a sigh. His belly had grown substantially over the past year, and his hair was not only thinning, but the ratio of black to gray hair was diminishing daily.
Tony turned off the hot water and his image almost immediately began to become vague behind the foggy glass. That’s more like it, he thought as he stepped into his hot shower.
Now all squeaky clean and revved up from his first cup of coffee, Tony returned to the living area and put on his uniform from the day before. He knew that there weren’t going to be any other A-level supervisors around on a Saturday. He was actually just going in to catch up on a lot of paperwork and to make sure that nothing went wrong on the start of this important job. He knew if this one was to foul-up somehow, he was going to be placed under administrative investigation. It was bad enough that his group of mechanics was currently under investigation; he did not want to be under the pressures of the same scrutiny.
Fully clothed in his wrinkled uniform and properly prepared for the morning’s cold temperatures, Tony knelt down with a groan and kissed Figaro goodbye.
“The dog walker will be here at six, boy. You be good, daddy loves you.”
The small dog licked Tony happily. Tony fastened his top button put on his gloves and wool hat and left for work.
Reggie (Supporting Character):
Reggie hit the snooze button on his alarm clock for the second and last time. His brother Omar had come into his room sometime around 3. He was drunk and ended up falling asleep on the other bed.
“If you so much as make one more tiny sound, you will be guaranteed a beating.” was the last the Reggie heard from Omar, when he had used the snooze button the first time.
Better not push my luck, Reggie thought as he opened his tired eyes and disarmed the alarm from ringing that last time at 5:20.
He rose holding back a grunt; he knew that Omar was serious, and headed for the shower.
“Good morning Anastasia. Hello, Anastasia. No, no.” “Hiya baby.”
Then he laughed. Reggie hadn’t gotten much solid sleep that night. He laid awake full of questions. Wondering if the aphrodisiacs actually worked or perhaps that Anastasia actually liked him. He considered her dress and thought that might be a clue but then again he had never seen her outside of work before and that might have just been the way she was. The kiss was still a question. She had mentioned the aphrodisiacs.
There is no answer here in the shower with me, he thought, and noticed the swelling in his member after reminiscing on their kiss. “Not now boy, I must hurry and get to work. My princess awaits.”
Reggie finished his shower and considered putting on a little cologne, but he ultimately decided against it, not wanting to appear too ostentatious. He returned to his bedroom, where Omar was now snoring more loudly than ever, and proceeded to get dressed in the dark. He knew precisely where all of his work clothes were hanging and moved as quietly as a fox as he assembled himself for the day ahead.
Passing through the kitchen, grabbing a glass of orange juice, Reggie watched his father as he sat at the small table and read the New York Times.
“Some looker, that young lady was. I hope you made a good impression, son.” Amal said this without putting down his paper.
Reggie put his empty glass in the sink and said, “Father, as soon as she met you, I knew that my work was cut out for me.”
He approached his father, tousled the still messy hair atop Amal’s head as he passed, and made for the door to the garage. Amal put his paper down as he listened to the door close behind Reggie and thought on the words his son had left him with.
Anastasia (Supporting Character):
Anastasia rose from her white lacquered canopy bed five minutes before the alarm was set to go off at 5:00. She felt light as a feather and thought she might be in one of those maxi pad commercials as she floated across the room effortlessly.
Wow! I feel terrific, she thought as she smoothed on some Chanel body powder after her shower.
This was not her normal routine when preparing for work, normally she used only unscented toiletries prior to going to the job. The less feminine, the better, was her old adage.
She thought about Reggie and how gallant he was the night before as she put on a black Victoria’s Secret underwire bra. This morning she chose not to wear her usual restrictive and flattening Reebok extra-support sports bra. She felt like a little boost today.
Checking the time on the clock in the bedroom from the still steamy bathroom, Anastasia saw that it was now 5:15 and slipped into the tiny black g-string she had worn and washed out the night before.
“You got a little moist last night didn’t you?” She said as she pulled the string into its proper groove.
After putting on her uniform, drinking some orange juice, and taking her assortment of herbs and vitamins, she put on her heavy peacoat, tied the red babushka over her head, and took one last look in the mirror beside the door. She gave herself a little wink, happy with the very subtle make-up application, which of course was again not her usual practice for going to work, and slipped out the door, happy as a clam.
Well, Peter, Max, and Fiona have their supporting players all in a row. The whole cast is here and accounted for, and next week they will be put into action. Be sure to get your subscription for True Romance and come back next week for the PREMIER of POWERHOUSE, the novella! Tweet your peeps and Facebook your friends. Powerhouse is going to bring down the house and raise the roof!!!
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