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Meet the Robertson's
My nervousness mounted as the plane touched down, and by the time I was leaving the front of the plane I was sweating. One passerby actually stopped to see if I was ok. I stopped before leaving the tunnel of the connecting tube to the plane to gather my thoughts. Klaus and his no nonsense manner then entered my mind. "They are good people and they have my full confidence" The tension left me as I heard those words in my head. I picked up my bag and made my way to the exit. Although I didn't have a clue to their appearance, I spotted them immediately upon seeing them. There, stood a tall slender woman easily in her fifties, and to her side a shorter heavier fellow with no hair and bottle glasses who was in his late fifties. He looked like Friar Tuk from Robin Hood lore...it made me chuckle which was good because it masked the creepy knotting feeling in my stomach, because I knew something about these people was just not right.
"Natalie?"
The woman purred, hardly cracking a smile. I walked up to her and took her outstretched hand.
"Yes it's me, you must be Mrs. and Mr. Robertson."
She immediately did not respond, instead she looked me up and down...like a cat might look at the fish in a tank. Then the old man suddenly interjected himself.
"That we are! in the flesh. Here, I'll get your bags."
The woman released her grip on my hand which was strong for a woman of her years. As I bent down to pull the handle out further, I got a creepy feeling as I caught the woman staring at my legs and behind as I bent down, and when she saw that I saw her, she did nothing to hide it but slowly raised her head back upright. At least I figured the old man was nice enough, until I turned and saw something that dumbfounded me. His eyes were fixed on my legs but that wasn't the worst part...he had a hard on under his pants. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, as he leered at me, I was about to say something when...
"Take my hand dear, let's go before the traffic gets ridiculously bad."
She took my hand and we started walking away. The old man was behind me, no doubt getting some eye candy as my dress blew up from the draft on the lower floor of the airport. The tall woman had a fierce grip as we walked side by side, holding each other's hands. I couldn't help but notice she was dressed smartly and had good makeup and bone structure, I knew this woman had to have been some kind of model or dancer when she was younger. She was stylish and had beautiful leather boots that would shine in the indoor airport lights. I said to myself 'I'm gonna forego my creepy feeling and give these people the benefit of the doubt' and with those thoughts I walked briskly and proudly not even caring the old man was behind me gawking. I saw the woman had a smile on her face and she looked over at me and warmly lit up her face with a grin. '...this is not so bad' I thought to myself.
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I had no clue how wrong that feeling would be.
Tune in for the next Chapter where I get to the Robertson's house and spend my first week there.