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By
Duncan L. Dieterly
Smugly she thought to herself, it had been five years since she had successfully molded
the events of her life with emerging technologies to her advantage so that she could live alone,
absolutely without any human interference. Who would have guessed that she could achieve this
with so little real effort? The outside world was a cheap tawdry place. She now lived in her own
Sitting quietly wrapped in her thick cotton robe over her black silk sleeping dress she
wistfully looked out into the dark night. Well below her thirtieth-floor penthouse apartment was
the glittering city. Her modern building was located in the city’s finest area and not only did she
oversee the city but the Twin Rivers that encircled the downtown area. It was her idea of living,
being above and beyond the common crowd, encased in her technology controlled luxury
apartment with no need to venture out. She had not descended to the street level since she
arrived.
Squiggling her toes several times, she watched the night from her massive darkened
living room. The large antique grandfather clock struck eleven. She had about finished her wine,
a striking 1990 German Riesling that she simply adored. Soon it would be time to retire.
Sleeping until seven, she would awaken to start another glorious day.
She was especially pleased with herself today. She had made a major killing in the
commodities market, dined on an excellent Dover sole and watched an exciting film, Cogan’s
Bluff featuring a very striking and young Clint Eastwood. She stretched her slim arms and
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wondered how it could get much better. As she closed her eyes draining the crystal wine glass,
she allowed her mind to conjecture on how she had accomplished it. First, the untimely death of
her parents in a Madrid plane crash forced into her hands an astonishing amount of money.
Secondly, because she had been the major heir her entire remaining family was alienated. When
they unsuccessfully tried to break the will, they vowed never to speak to her again. Finally, her
uncanny ability to apply sophisticated computer trading methodologies increased her wealth
The funds, the technology and the practiced skill; it was hers and she leveraged them to
create her dream life overlooking the city. It further tickled her fancy, to recall over and over
again the startled look on the faces of the dour partners of Farwood and Sons Investments on the
day she waltzed into the board meeting in a demure suit as expected. However, when called
upon to deliver her monthly report, she stood purposefully, slowly removing her jacket to reveal
a tight fitting midnight blue blouse that actuated her perfect ample breasts.
The startled board members looked away in shock and fear for their own lustful desires.
After succinctly delivering her report she announced, “Oh, by the way BOYS, I am resigning
effective this moment and she grabbed her jacket, leaving her files, slinking slowly out of the
office without looking back. She heard the gasps, groans and clucking of the gaggle of board
That was her crowning moment. From then on, it was simple to use her increasing
wealth to feather her penthouse nest. She now spent her mornings researching and making
decisions, her early afternoon working out in her gym and her afternoons reading. Her servant
arrived promptly at five to prepare the evening meal that she had ordered and did the cleaning
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Then she would select a movie to view and enjoy it with a glass of fine wine and light
snack before bed. It was gloriously isolated and uncomplicated. She no longer worried about
men, nor woman, she worked, relaxed and enjoyed her movies and books. All her needs were
met by federal express, home delvery and credit cards. She paid her bills promptly by computer
Rising up slowly she put the wine glass down and languidly flowed toward her bedroom.
She didn’t bother with a light, allowing her robe drop to the floor she admired her sensual figure
in the dark shadows of the wall window that faced onto the surging rivers far below.
She was a proud woman with a wonderful figure. However, she disliked men and their
awkward attempts at seduction. She had graduated from college in 2005 with degree in
Financial Analysis and a potentially outstanding law student as her fiancé. Unfortunately, he
succumbed to the wiles of a slut, thus ending her romantic period. She had worked diligently at
the firm enduring the ‘old boy network’ suppression, while concealing her womanly attributes to
avoid the silly dating dance that was so wasteful. Now she had a drawer full of dildoes and
sensitizing creams to satisfy her carnal needs and wasted no time in the presence of fumbling,
It was warm so she lay on her mammoth bed, stretching out both her arms and legs to
relax. Eyes closed, she felt like tomorrow would bring another wonderful day. She had built her
perfect world and was now going to enjoy it; no one could take that away from her.
Almost asleep, she didn’t hear the massive explosion below but felt its shake as it
shivered up the walls from the fifth floor gently swaying the building. Mr. Clive Garner, a
drunken, depressed international gold dealer had attempted to kill himself by sticking his head
into his large gas oven. He had been resting there ten minutes on the verge of passing out when
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the gas reached the pilot light of his water heater, detonating and demolishing the entire
apartment floor.
Sitting up abruptly she wondered what it was, “An earth quake I suppose.” And laid back
down. The explosion had destroyed the west wall allowing the building to shudder into a total
sickening, twisting collapse. Her world spun upside down! Tumbling erratically! Screaming
The End
[This short story first appeared in Fresh Ink Vol. XII, No. VIII, August 2010]
1049 words
August 5, 2010