Mj drove his Mercedes from the airport turning left to Highway 45, he was headed for Little Borough, he loved his hometown so much that he considered it his little heaven where he could get away from the hustle and bustle of city life and work stress, although on this occasion Mj could not particularly say that he was happy, the events that led to his return to Little Borough was an unpleasant one so even as he sat behind the steering wheel of his luxury car he bit his lower lip angrily as a tear threatened to fall off his eyes. "Get a grip for goodness sake" he scolded himself. Mj looked like a shadow of himself, he thought about life, how funny life could be, one could be happy and feel onto of the world this moment, and the next moment the whole world comes crashing down; that was what happened to him. He reflected back to the events of the previous night, he could never have thought Shirley would do that to him, shatter his fragile heart to a million pieces, she looked like an angel but had the heart of the devil. His heart raced as he felt her caress, her gentle touch and soft lips on his cheek, then he felt a sweet rising sensation on between his pants, she had this effect on him and could make him loose his guard that was why Mj ran before she could wake from her sleep, he could not bear the heat of the confrontation and what she could do to him which might just make him change his mind.
Mj was startled out of his thought by the loud sound of a large truck coming straight towards him, he quickly swerved off the truck's part and parked the vehicle by the roadside, he was thoroughly shaken by the incident so he sat panting in his car, he rested his head on the wheel of the car and reprimanded himself; enough of the self-pity he thought, a thought and a resolve to never love any woman again began to form in his mind, his love for Shirley began to form into an intense hatred not just for her but every woman. He concluded in his mind that there was only one pious woman who existed on this earth and that was his late mother, all others were the same snakes and gold-diggers. As Mj lifted his head off the steering-wheel his eyes caught the familiar sign with the inscription 6.2 Miles to Little Borough, he started the car and drove gently taking the right turn and then accelerated as he drove towards the town, passing through High Mountain and dark forest he could already feel the calmness of his beloved Little Borough, he could smell pine cones and the rustic smell of dying leaves. He inhaled deeply and felt at ease once more. After driving for about thirty minutes Mj could see the rooftops of the houses in Little Borough, smoked drifted from chimneys and he could hear the chime of church bells as ancient as the little town. He sped down the mountain side as he entered the town and gradually turned left to a narrow road with the sign post MACSTEREEN MANOR, he knew the grounds of his family estate inch by inch, but of course he had to know as the heir to the family's fortune and estate. He had a sister, Judith, but she was married and choose to live a simple life with her husband faraway in Australia. She had her share of the family's inheritance which she had long laid claim to. Mj breathed the familiar air coming from the trees as he finally stopped at a huge gate, just then the gates were flung open and he drove in down the path leading to the twelve thousand square feet property, the manor built as a Victorian style mansion had twelve bedrooms, a swimming pool, a farm at the far end and a lake, the house had a very majestic look and as at the last time Mj checked the market value, it was worth over three hundred thousand Dollars.
He came to a stop in front of the manor and almost immediately a steward came running out of the house to take his luggage, the tall thin framed old man was Albert the Butler, Albert had served his family as a butler for over twenty five years and Mj loved and respected him like an uncle if he ever had one. Welcome back home Young Master Albert greeted him while opening the car to take his travel bag, "I do hope your Journey was smooth" Albert asked, Mj walked towards him for a brief handshake as they usually gave each other in mutual understanding of love shared but never to be expressed due to master servant relationship and differences in social status and class. "Thank you Albert, you look quite well" he replied. They both walked in through the large Gioconda shine door, one of the most exotic doors in the world into the large opulent room with its lush sofas and paintings, the room looked like a palace, very homely and still stately. Everything in the house looked clean and well cared for, even the floor shone like glass, Mj bounded up the stairs to his room as Albert bowed regally as he waved Mj in to his room "I hope you find everything satisfactorily cared for young master," Albert asked while searching Mj's eyes and face to find out if he was truly satisfied. I am pleased, thank you Albert Mj replied, I would like to be left alone for now, I will call for you when I need something Mj instructed Albert who gingerly bowed again and strode out of the room. Mj slumped on his huge soft bed and stared at the high ceilings, he felt empty within him, a hollow feel lunged deep in his heart as he stretched himself on his bed. The house reminded him of his childhood, he spent a great time here with his parents and his sister running to the lake with his sister to throw stones and fishing with his father, swimming in the pool while his mother played splash with him and his sister, those where the good old days when the world was free of any cheating wife and heartbreak and Mj dearly wished he could turn back the hands of time even for a day, as he slipped into a troubled sleep Mj dreamt that he was a boy again swimming in the pool outside the house, he was playing splash with his mum as they both laughed heartily enjoying the warmth of the sun and coolness of the water on their skin, all of a sudden his mother's face turned into Shirley his ex-wife, Mj was startled and his smile turned into a frown, all at once the blue sky turned dark and thunder rumbled, he ran out of the pool and as he did he heard Shirley laughing so loudly the laughter sounded almost maniac, Mj ran as far as his leg could carry him into the house screaming "Shirley! Shirley! As he woke up with a start and tears in his eyes. Albert must have heard him screaming as he came running into his room to ask what the matter was, he found Mj sitting on his bed staring blankly at the door, his hair ruffled and his eyes as red as fire blazing with hate and anger; Albert had never seen this look in the young masters eyes, he wanted to inquire to know what the matter was but Mj gestured for him to leave, he gently closed the door and he left the room but stood at the door listening to the sobbing noise that came from within, Albert knew that it had to be a matter of the heart, he walked down the stairs to make the young master some dinner.