Loretta

By Peter Karargiris

Pete is a successful artist living in a quiet, beachside suburb on Australia’s balmy south coast. He paints and draws from life and has a couple of good friends in his neighbours Jade and Zane.

One summer he is introduced to Jade’s beautiful and mysterious cousin Loretta, who tells everyone that she too wants to be an artist. Pete gladly takes her under his wing but tension soon erupts between the cousins and Pete finds himself caught in the middle.
Will he jeopardize his friendship with Jade and Zane and will he fall under the spell of the alluringly mischievous Loretta?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lush Stories
• Release date: Jun 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301794645

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Loretta

By Peter Karargiris

Copyright © 2013 Peter Karargiris

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 1

I’ve taken her husband, now I’m going to take her lover. After that, who knows what I might take…

As I awoke, I once again imagined Loretta uttering those words. She had well and truly worked her way into my subconscious. That someone so young could be so vindictive, so manipulative, so selfish, regardless of the consequences, amazed and appalled me. I shook my head to clear it and I smiled.

Damn!

I then looked around, taking in the familiar, comforting beach scene before me. It was late afternoon on a balmy day in February. The beach had been crowded earlier, too crowded, but now only some local families and a few couples taking their dogs for a walk strolled past; some of them were very familiar faces. The raucous teens of summer had moved on and it was the wrong season for surfers. The oppressive heat of the day had gone and the sun was well into his slow decline; turning the water a deeper, more intense blue.

My dog, Jet, lay asleep on the beach blanket next to my copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. I glanced at him, envying his tranquillity as I traced patterns in the sand with my feet and watched rove beetles scuttling over the sand ripples as though they were traversing an immensity of desert. I felt a trickle of water on my shoulder.

Sorry, Pete, did I startle you?

Jet awoke, looked up and rose from her spot by Dumas book, wagged her tail and greeted the speaker. The heat must have got to her as she only managed to jump up in front of the girl once. It was Kayla.

Hey, babe. You didn’t startle me. I was just waking up.

Oh, okay. Can I take Jet for a run?

Sure.

I handed Kayla Jet’s lead and watched as the two of them ran down to the water. Kayla is petite, cute and only just twenty; a beautiful, sweet girl with not a bad bone in her body. Why then; as I watched her lithe, tanned legs churning up the sand, while I admired her laughing face, cute butt and perfect smile and as I marveled at how her wet hair shook magnificently - why, in the face of such poetry, did I imagine only Loretta?

By anyone’s definition, Loretta was hot. She had come to our quiet beachside suburb from the country, to stay with my neighbour Zane and his wife Jade. She was Jade’s younger cousin and had told us that she had come to town for about a month to apply for next year’s university courses and to get a feel for life away from home. She’d also said that she badly needed a break from her parents back down on the farm.

At just nineteen, Loretta had shoulder length, strawberry blond hair, she liked showing off her tanned shoulders and midriff but she seemed particularly proud of her perky boobs; always wearing tight t-shirts and tops that left little to the imagination. Aside from that, she was beautiful; tall and slim with large, luminous blue eyes and hips that swayed like a cat walk model’s.

In the first conversation I ever had with her I asked her if she wouldn’t mind getting naked for me one day.

Perhaps I should explain. I’m an artist, a painter and I’ve been good friends with Zane and Jade during most of the eight years that we’ve lived next to each other. I paint and draw from a variety of live models; women mostly, but also a few young men and one guy in particular, whose portrait I’ve drawn and painted very successfully several times over the last two years. His name is Ulrich and I count him as a friend too, but he comes into this story later.

The day after Loretta’s arrival was a Saturday and I got a knock on the door at about half past ten. It was Jade. I opened the door and smiled. Jade’s thirty, just a little shorter than me with long straight hair; black and lustrous. She has a sweet oval face and delicate brown skin with large dark brown eyes and an endearing sprinkling of freckles. Her ancestors were Maori