Mr Taboo (Microwave Fiction - Hot Quick Done) by D T Pollard Page B

landscape with a magnificent white modern mansion in the middle. A circular driveway at least thirty feet wide was lined with cars, but the vehicle variety surprised Meagan. Parked next to a Rolls Royce was a battered economy car with a temporary donut spare tire. A four wheel drive mud bogging vehicle was situated alongside a custom motorcycle. Meagan parked and walked up to the front door and someone let her in.
    Sensory overload was the first thing that came to Meagan’s mind. This place was massive and the interior lighting was of a very soft blue hue. Black marble floors led up to dual spiral staircases. Meagan felt overdressed as she wore a little black dress and opened toed sandals with six inch heels, but she noticed some of the party guests were wearing some of the items she sold to Mr. Taboo.  An mature  woman about fifty five years old with white hair walked by Meagan without a hint of self-consciousness wearing a pair of crotchless panties, lace bra and black high heeled shoes.  The bottom floor of the home was occupied by people of various ages, body types and social status. Individuals of all races were represented with most seemingly normal in appearance with a few outstanding physical examples and their dress apparently was whatever was comfortable for each individual. Some party goers seemed to be most at ease wearing nothing at all. Meagan wondered if this was the place for her when she heard a voice behind her.
    “Meagan, thank you for coming,” a man said.
    Meagan turned and recognized Jonathan Taboo, her host for the evening.
    “Well, thank you for inviting me,” Meagan said as she scanned the room.
    “I know. It’s a little jarring at first. Come upstairs so we can talk,” Jonathan beckoned.
    Meagan followed Jonathan as he took her hand and led her upstairs. Jonathan went to an open area on the second floor with several chairs and invited Meagan to have a seat alongside him. A waiter came by and they both ordered drinks. Jonathan was wearing a loose fitting white ensemble made of a top with medium length sleeves that exposed his upper body and pants with an elastic waistband. Meagan looked at the muscular chest of this man and could see through the material of his pants and clearly he was not wearing underwear.
    “This is a fantastic home. How long have you lived here?” Meagan asked while attempting to keep her gaze at eye level.
    “About five years. Let me ask you Meagan, why did you decide to come tonight?” Jonathan asked.
    “Well I was curious and wanted to see what went on at a party at a place like this. I was wondering , why did you invite me?” Meagan said.
    “It was your eyes,” Jonathan said.
    “My eyes?” Meagan said,
    “Your eyes told me that you wanted more out of everything. I saw frustration, a little sadness and some bitterness. I think someone hurt you badly, am I close?” Jonathan said.
    Meagan looked at Jonathan with a hint of suspicion in her eyes.
    “I don’t really know you. Why should I tell you personal things about my life?” Meagan replied.
    “That’s fair. Then get to know me. Ask me anything,” Jonathan said.
    “Who are you? I mean, I’ve never heard of you. Where did you come from and how do you live like this?” Meagan asked.
    “Good questions. I’m from a little town in Texas. I went to college in Chicago and studied finance and psychology.  I worked on Wall Street for eight years in a hedge fund. When the market crashed in 2008, I was in a good position and cashed out on the high end. I came back to my home town and started buying up land. I amassed a couple thousand acres and then this gas company called me and said they discovered huge natural gas reserves under my property and basically, I don’t have any worries. I don’t need to keep a regular job and I do investing from my home,” Jonathan said.
    “Okay, but I didn’t hear anything about your personal life, that’s what you’re asking me about,” Meagan said.
    “Meagan you