*😋SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND😋* EPISODE➡️01 Molly Hansson returned to her parents home in a small community called Memory Lane just on the outskirts of Manhattan. Her father, Nicolaus Hansson owns and runs a small shop called Hansson's Clocks and Repairs. He is considered to be a master at his craft, all his clocks are handmade, each one unique. Their home is above the shop, a modest two-bedroom apartment, consisting of a small kitchen, fair size living room. It was small but cozy. The community consisted of family run business, by people of foreign nationalities from all over the world. Germany, Sweden, Africa and various other places. It was by no means a wealthy community. Just honest, hard- working people trying to make a decent living and a better life for themselves and their families. Molly had just finished her fourth year at college, she graduated top of her class in business and finance. Molly had no idea how much her life was going to change over the next few weeks. She stood in front of her father's store. It was only mid-day and the shop was closed. Frowning she looked around and seeing all the shops were closed shivered, a cold chill raced through her body. The shops never closed unless there was a death in the community. Fearing the worst she used her key to open the door and dashed up the back steps that led upstairs to the apartment. Her mother and father were seated at the round kitchen table, holding hands and heads hung down, neither one had heard her come in. "Mom, dad what's wrong?" she cried out. They both looked up, surprised to see her standing there. Anna, her mother was the first to speak. "Molly dear, we thought you weren't coming home till tomorrow." A small tremor went through her as she looked from her mother to her father. "I wanted to surprise you so I caught an earlier flight." Anna stood, going over she drew Molly into a warm hug. "And what a wonderful surprise it is. Your father and I missed you. We're so glad that you're back sweetheart." "Mom, dad, has someone died?" she asked, fearing the answer. Once again it was her mother who answered. "No dear, but we do have some bad news, sit, I'll make you some tea." Molly loved her mother but it was always a chore getting answers from her. So she went over to her father and getting down on her knees in front of him, laying her hand on his knee looked up into his eyes. She could see the pain and sorrow in them, his eyes moist from the tears he had shed before she had arrived home. "Dad, are you ok? what has happened?" Nicolaus was a sixty-nine-year-old man. He and his wife Anna met and married in Sweden when they were only sixteen. Times were hard back then, he wanted to give his wife a better life so they packed their belongings. Leaving their family and friends behind headed to America and settled in Manhatten. Nicolaus worked long, hard hours, sometimes up to fifteen hours a day. He took whatever jobs he could find. With a lot of hard work and determination, he was able to save up enough money for a down payment on a shop where he made clocks and also repaired them. With help from his neighbours, they turned the upper top of the shop into an apartment. They only had one child, late in life. Anna was forty-six when she gave birth to Molly. Nicolaus and Anna devoted their lives to Molly and each other. To this day the couple could be seen hugging and kissing. They were more in love today than when they first married. Molly's father motioned for her to sit down, he laid the palm of his hand gently on her cheek. "Honey, we are losing our home and our business." Molly looked at her father, she was in shock and didn't understand. "Dad that's not possible. You pay your bills on time and you've never missed a mortgage payment." She knew all this since she is the one who does the bookkeeping and helped make sure everything got paid. That was the reason she took finance and business in college, to help her father and the others who live in the community. "It's not that my child. It's not only us that are losing our home, our business, it's the whole community." Molly's eyebrows raised, the taste of bile rose up her throat. "I still don't understand, what is going on?" Again Nicolaus touched Molly's cheek in a loving caress. "You just got home and I'm sorry you had to come back to this. But I am so glad to have you home." "Dad, you still haven't told me what's going on, I want to know," she said, taking his hand in hers. She heard her mother pulling out pots and pans to start supper. Molly would have stopped her but she knew better than to try. That was how her mother handled stressful situations, by cooking and baking. As soon as she entered the smell of freshly baked muffins and cookies filled the tiny apartment. Nicolaus stood up and walking towards the window looked out onto the unusually quiet street before speaking. "A land developer has bought all this land. Everything is being torn down to make way for Condos and high-rise office buildings. Getting up she goes over to her father. "But dad that's not possible. Mr. Bowie promised he'd never sell. He said it would always be safe from this kind of thing happening." "Molly, Mr. Bowie passed away months ago." "I know dad, but the land was left to the community, it was in his will," she cried. "Yes, it was. But his son took it to court and he won. Once he got his greedy little hands on the land he sold it." Molly started pacing. She looked at her parents with love and great sadness, they were getting up in years. Had worked hard all their lives to give her a good education, to put a roof over her head and food in her stomach. She never went without anything. True, she never had designer clothes, most of her clothes came from second-hand stores. But she didn't care, she had grown up in a happy and loving home and to Molly, that was more important. Her mother was a tiny frail woman, her father tall and strong. A proud man who never missed a day of work. Never accepted handouts, but he was always the first one to help someone in need. He had told her she had her. mother's beauty but had his strength. But also that she was very headstrong, and who she got that from he had no idea. She stopped pacing and went back over to her father and kneeled down by his side. "We'll fight this dad, we won't let them take away our community." "Honey that means lawyers, they cost money. Money that none of us have. It's hopeless. We have one year to be out." Molly shook her head. "It's not hopeless, I'll think of something, there has to be something we can do. I'll go see the developer tomorrow, maybe I can reason with him." Nicolaus hands her the letter he had received from the company for her to read. Her hand goes to her mouth and a trickle of sweat rolled down her forehead. "My God, Bancroft Enterprises. I've heard of them, they own most of New York and have property all around the world." Nicolaus rested his head again the back of his chair. "Then there is no hope. People like that only care about money, not people like us." She gives her father a warm smile. "There is always hope dad. Now I'm starving, I've been waiting a long time for mom's home cooked meals." In the morning Molly dressed in a skirt and a cotton pink top and heels. She wore her long blond hair down. She checked herself in the mirror and was pleased with what she had on and was ready to face the owners of Bancroft Enterprises. Going downstairs to where her father was already busy at work, she wanted to let him know she was leaving. "Dad, I'm going now. I've found the address to where they have their office and I'll demand they listen to me. Maybe once he hears about our community I can convince him to change his mind." "And what if they won't Molly? what then?" he asked. "Then we'll fight them any way we can, I won't let you lose your home." Nicolaus gave her a kiss and wished her luck. But he knew it was pointless, people like the Bancroft's always win, they have money and power. But he also knew his daughter. She was stubborn and determined. When she believed in something she wouldn't give up, she fought. She was a lot like him in that way, well, when he was younger. And yet she was so much like her mother, a kind, and gentle soul. Tbc

*~SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND~ EPISODE➡️02 Molly drove her old beat up sedan to the heart of the city in search of the Bancroft building. It wasn't hard to find, it stuck out from all the others, being the tallest and the name Bancroft flashed across the front of the building. Parking her car she goes inside and over to the information desk where a young woman was sitting. "Hello, I'm looking for Adam Bancroft's office." The woman looked up, giving Molly a warm smile. "Do you want Mr. Bancroft Sr. or Jr?" Molly was taken by surprise, not realizing there were two. "I-I don't know, I'm not sure," she stammered. Then she remembered she had the letter with her, so she looked in her purse and pulled it out. "Bancroft Jr. that's it," Molly told the woman. "Ok, Miss, Mr. Bancroft Jr's office is on the twelfth floor." The receptionist went back to her work but was interrupted again by Molly. "Excuse me, is there a room number?" "No Miss, the whole floor belongs to Bancroft Jr." Molly stepped into the elevator and wondered why one person would need the whole floor for their office. The only conclusion she could come up with was that he thought far too highly of himself. When the elevator doors opened and she stepped out she noticed how luxurious it was. Thick cream color carpet covered the floor. White and black leather sofa's sat in several different spots. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Bottles of champagne were chilling on ice, crystal glasses lined up, all sitting on glass tables. Molly walked over to the woman sitting behind a desk, a beautiful African American, she was elegantly dressed, her long dark hair flowed down her back and shoulders. A pair of dangling gold earrings hung from her ears, she looked more like a model than a receptionist. The woman looked Molly over as she raised her eyebrow. "Can I help you?" she asked, a hint of irritation in her voice. "Yes, I'd like a word with Mr. Bancroft." "Do you have an appointment?" "No, but it's very important and won't take long," Molly answered. "I'm sorry Miss, without an appointment I can't let you in," she said, rolling her eyes. Molly shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Fine, I'll make an appointment." The woman, whose name was Susan, checked her computer, it seemed to take forever before she looked back up. "Ok, I can book you in for Feb. 9th." Molly's mouth dropped open, she couldn't believe it. "No, I can't wait that long. Eight months, that's insane." "Mr. Bancroft is a very busy man. Do you want an appointment or not?"Susan smirked. She looked over Susan's shoulder and pointed. "Is that his office?" "Yes," Susan answered. When Molly dashed over to the door Susan jumped from her seat. "Stop, you can't go in there," she yelled out. Molly reached the door and opened it before Susan could stop her and was not prepared for what she saw. The man sitting behind the desk was tanned, his hair black as midnight. His jacket and tie were tossed across the back of his chair, his shirt unbuttoned, showing off an amazing muscular chest. A busty red headed woman was sitting on his lap, her top laid on the floor. They both turned sharply to look at the intruder. Molly had never seen a man that looked like him in all her life, her heart started beating wildly in her chest. "Susan, what the hell is the meaning of this?" his husky voice bellowed out loudly. "I'm sorry sir, she ran past me before I could stop her." Susan's voice sounded shaky. After sizing Molly up he smiled and turned his attention back to the woman on his lap, his lips going to her neck spoke between kisses. "You want to see me then make an appointment." "I tried that, but I can't wait eight months and you don't appear that busy," she said sarcastically. His head snapped up to look at her. His eyes narrowed, turning dark as he stared into her eyes, he wasn't accustomed to people talking back to him. She stared back, not blinking. After a moment he moved the woman off his lap and stood up. "You can leave now Mary," he told the woman. "My names Sally, will you call me?" she asked, putting on her blouse. "Sure baby, whatever," he answered with an air of arrogance. Molly watched as he slowly did up his shirt, she couldn't take her eyes off his chest. A strange feeling went through her, one she had never experienced before. A tingling sensation between her thighs and her heart was pounding inside her chest. "Ok Miss," he said, pulling Molly from her coma-like state. Her face flushed, she turned away when she realized he was watching her. "Molly, Molly Hansson," giving him her name. "Ok Molly, do up my tie," saying as he put it around his neck and moved closer to her. "What?" her eyes widened. "I can never do it properly myself. You do know how to tie a tie, don't you?" he asked as he edged even closer to her. She stood there like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. "Do my tie up and I'll give you five minutes of my time." Now he was standing right in front of her, towering over her. He watched as she started fixing his tie, felt her hands trembling. He studied her face, she had the longest eyelashes he had ever seen, except for the false ones that women wear. Her cheekbones defined, her lips plump and soft looking with a touch of pink lipstick. She smelled like fresh strawberries. ****************************** Molly couldn't stop her hands from trembling as she reached up and proceeded to fix his tie. His breath smelled minty fresh, his aftershave was intoxicating. The heat from his chest ran through her fingers and she felt the hardness of his chest. Once she was done backed away, looking up she saw him staring at her, his eyes studying her. Suddenly she felt unsure of herself, she never had a man look at her the way he was. ****************************** "You have five minutes, sit." He points to the chair in front of his desk, then he sits on the edge of his desk and waits for her to speak. He wasn't paying attention to what she was saying, he was too busy checking her out. She was blond with emerald green eyes, a killer body with a tiny waist. He could tell how round and firm her breasts were under her top and she had such beautiful shapely legs. And he was thinking about how great it would feel to have them wrapped around him. He felt himself becoming aroused at the thought of it. Then he heard her yelling as she abruptly stood up. "Oh my God, Mr. Bancroft you've not heard a word I've said. Will you stop staring at my legs and listen to me?" Adam got up and going around his desk sat down. "Sorry Miss Hansson, you're out of time." Angrily she leaned over the desk, unaware she was giving him a perfect view down her top. "No, that's not fair, you didn't even listen to me," she cried. He made it obvious he was checking her out, leaning back in his chair his eyes went to her cleavage and he smiled. "Let me take you to dinner, we can talk then." Molly looked at him with disgust, she knew he was hitting on her and was only trying to get her into bed. "You have to be the most arrogant, self-centered jerk I have ever met. There's no way in hell I'd ever have dinner with you." Adam watched as Molly's chest began to heave rapidly up and down in anger making her breasts move. He usually liked his women with large breasts but hers he thought were perfect, just the right size. "Suit yourself, Miss Hansson, make an appointment and I'll see you in Feb." "Go to hell, Mr. Bancroft." Molly turned and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Molly was fuming when she left his office, never had she met anyone so rude and conceited. Yet when she stood before him she found herself feeling things she'd felt before, wasn't even sure what it was she was feeling. At home, her father asked her how it went with the Bancroft's. "I'm so sorry dad I tried, but he wouldn't listen to me." She looked over at her father. "I'm not giving up. I'll write letters, organize a protest right outside his building. We'll get on the news, appeal to the public to put pressure on Bancroft." "Molly, these people are wealthy and for all I know, dangerous. I want you to stop before you end up getting hurt." "I can't dad, I have to try. Besides, you didn't raise a quitter." Later that day Adam's father came into the office and sat in the chair across from him. "Jr. who was that young lady that stormed out of here earlier?" "Hum- a Molly Hansson I believe," Adam Jr. answered. "What did you do to make her so mad?" Adam Sr. asked. Adam Jr. sat back and smiled. "I'm not sure. She said something about how I was too busy looking at her legs to hear what she was saying." "Well, she did have great legs son. But maybe you should try listening once in a while, women like it when you do. And don't you think it's time you settled down, find a wife?" "I'm only thirty father, I have no desire to tie myself down to one woman. The very thought of making love to one woman the rest of my life does not appeal to me." Adam Sr. was leaving when he stopped to look back at his son. "Son, there's nothing like the love of that one special woman. One that loves you for who you are, not how much money you have. One of these days you're going to meet her and you won't see it coming." He chuckled. "Keep your eyes open son." After Adam's father left he sat drumming his fingers on the desk. His thoughts kept going back to the sassy blond. There was something intriguing about her, she was beautiful and had lots of fire in those green eyes. He wanted to see her again, no, he would see her again. Picking up the phone he buzzed Susan. "Susan, find the number for Molly Hansson. Tell her to come by tomorrow at one o'clock, and tell her I'll listen to what she's got to say." Tbc

*😋SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND EPISODE➡️03 Molly was surprised to hear back from Bancroft Enterprise, not after she stormed out of his office swearing at him. She really had no desire to see him again but knew she had to give it another shot. So the following day she found herself standing in front of Susan. "He's in the gym," She points to a set of glass doors. "Through those doors and to the left." Her attitude was even less friendly today than it was before. Molly couldn't be sure but she had a distinct feeling that Susan disliked her, but why? she had done nothing to the woman. She walked through the glass doors and taking a left turn entered another room. Looking around she saw all the gym equipment. There was everything from exercise bikes, treadmills, weights, even a small boxing ring. "I'm over here Miss Hansson." A husky voice rang out. Molly looked over to where Adam was lifting weights. He was shirtless and his muscles glistened with sweat. She couldn't help but notice how fit he was. His muscular body flexing with every movement he made. She again felt that unfamiliar feeling coursing through her body, a throbbing deep inside her core. Adam smiled when he saw her checking him out and thought it was adorable how her face turned a light shade of pink. "Well Molly, can I call you Molly?" When she didn't reply he took it as a yes. "Ok, Molly say what you've got to say. I can work out and listen at the same time." He looked at the curve of her neck when she turned away and thought how sweet it would be to put his lips there and suck gently, making her squirm. "I want you to put a stop on the project, Memory Lane." She turned to look at him. "Now why would I do that?" he asked, lifting another weight. "Mr. Bancroft, it's a family community made up of people from all around the world. They came here years ago, and they're good honest and hard working people." Adam glanced back over at Molly, she was wearing a cute little green dress which matched her eyes. He noticed how toned and taut she was and wondered how it would feel to have her squirming beneath him, with her legs wrapped around him. "Mr. Bancroft, are you listening to me?" Her shrilled voice shattered his thoughts, bringing him back to the discussion at hand. "Yes, and please call me Adam. They can find another place to live and work, we are after all giving them a decent settlement." Molly was becoming frustrated, hands clenched by her side. "Most of them are too old to start over, and not educated, they won't survive anywhere else." Stopping what he was doing Adam stood up and reaching for a towel wiped the sweat from his face. "That's not my problem. Do you expect me to drop an operation worth billions of dollars just so that a bunch of immigrants can earn a few bucks?" Raising her voice she stepped closer, lips quivering. "It's not about money, it's about the people. A community that's more than that, we all grew up together, we're family. If you would just come down there and meet the people, get to know them. You might just change your mind." Molly hadn't realized it but as she talked she kept edging closer to Adam. As they came face to face he stared into her eyes, they were filled with so much passion and fire, pleading with him. "Please, can't you let it go? you have so many other places that you could buy." His eyes traveled down her neck to the hollow spot at the base of her neck. He placed a finger lightly on it, her skin felt so warm and soft, he noticed she didn't move away. Molly's eyes closed, she was frozen to the spot. His touch was warm and soft, seductive, sending her into a trance. She felt the heat from his body as he moved closer, touching her, his breath warm on her face. Suddenly her eyes fluttered open when they were interrupted by a female voice and Molly backed away. A Brunette, wearing a short tight dress with a low cut front walked right up to Adam. Wrapping her arms around his sweaty neck pressed into him. Purring like a cat. "Adam darling, why aren't you ready?" Grabbing the woman's rear he leaned down, giving her a long kiss. He kept his eyes opened and stared into Molly's eyes as he did this. Molly was disgusted and turned her head away. "Wait for me in the office baby." Giving her a pat on the rear sent her away, then turned and smiled at Molly. "Let's finish this another time Molly." Groaning she snapped at him. "Of course, I wouldn't want to keep you from yet another date," she replied sarcastically. He moved swiftly, backing her up against the wall, taking her by complete surprise. Brushing his lips against hers and said in a low murmur. "I could always send her away, and you and I could go somewhere more private and continue our talk." Molly was hypnotized, she couldn't move. Her eyes glued on his damp chest and had an urge to reach out and touch it. Then she nudged him and moved away, a scowl on her face. "You're being offensive." Grabbing her wrist pulled her into his arms but she shoved him away. "You're a pig," she squealed and walking away left the room, leaving Adam aroused. ***************** Molly returned home and tried to shake off the close encounter with Adam. When he rested his finger on her neck she felt little bolts of electricity shoot through her. A part of her liked it and wanted more of his touch. But she knew how crazy that was, she didn't even like him. Sure she found him attractive, sexy and dangerous. But also a monster who was hell-bent on tearing down her beloved community, destroying her family and friends in the process. She threw herself into organizing a protest, trying desperately to forget about the man who has lit a fire inside her. She got several of the younger people in the community to help, they made signs and planned what they would say and do. She called a friend of hers, Derek who works for the local newspaper. He promised to have a reporter there. The day of the protest rolled around and Molly was ready to leave. "I'm going now dad," she shouts out. "I don't want you to do this Molly. It's against the law, you could get arrested." "I won't dad, it's going to be a peaceful protest." Close to thirty people gathered, along with Molly. Holding their signs they marched in front of the Bancroft building chanting. "Bancroft Jr. unfair to the poor, help save Memory Lane." When Adam showed up at his building and saw what was going on he became enraged. Spotting Molly he sprinted over and grabbed her arm in a vice-like grip, cutting off the circulation in her arm. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" "Exactly what it looks like," she screamed over the noise of the crowd. "You wouldn't listen to reason so I organized this protest." "Well break it up lady or else," he snapped, his eyes narrowed into slits. With fire in her eyes and ice in her voice, she yelled back. "Or else what? call the cops to arrest me, go ahead. How's that going to look for your precious reputation?" she hissed. "Why you little." Adam didn't have a chance to finish his sentence due to the fact that a young man came over and put his hand on Adam's arm. "Get your hands off her now." He looked at the young man and then Molly, releasing her arm. "I don't believe this. You've got one hour to leave or I will call the cops." Adam stormed away, furious as hell as he fought his way through the crowd. And he wondered who the hell that punk kid was, her boyfriend no doubt. Not only did the newspaper reporter show up but so did the TV Media. Inside the office, both Adam and his father watched the news. Molly was being interviewed by the reporter. "Miss Hansson, you organized this protest, can you tell us what it's all about? and what you hope the outcome will be." Molly told them all about Memory Lane, the people, how they came to settle in Manhatten. She told about how in their hearts they were all family. And what it would do to the older ones to lose their homes and business. After Molly told them the whole story they asked her some personal questions. "Miss Hansson, have you met Bancroft Jr? if so what is your opinion of him?" She stared right into the camera. "Yes, I've met him a couple of times. I've found him to be a heartless and self- centered jerk. A man who only cares about money and power, not people." "Miss Hansson, Bancroft is a very handsome man, the word is he's irresistible to women. Are you not in any way attracted to him?" Knowing Adam would be watching stared back into the camera. "Heck no, I find him disgusting. I could never be attracted to a man like Adam Bancroft even if my life depended on it." Adam watched her on the TV, even in jeans and a sweatshirt, her hair up in a ponytail he still thought she looked downright sexy. Adam Sr. laughed out loud. "That's some impression you made on that young lady son, I'm glad she's not mad at me. So what are you going to do? you could sue her for slander, have the group arrested." Adam Jr. shook his head. "No, I don't want them arrested, just gone. As for Molly Hansson, I'll deal with her myself." He smirked. Susan knocked and walked in. "Mr. Bancroft, the phones are being flooded with calls from the investors about the bad publicity that the Memory Lane has caused. Adam barked out orders. "Set up a meeting with PR, let's ask them how we should handle this." The police came and had no trouble breaking up the protest. Molly had gotten what she wanted, the exposure they got was sure to get Bancroft's attention. And that it did, it would also prove to be more than Molly had bargained for. The news carried more on Bancroft and Memory Lane, she was pleased with the results. The media made Bancroft look like a greedy heartless bastard who was driving poor immigrants out of their homes. Molly knew Adam would be feeling the pressure and maybe he would have second thoughts about Memory Lane. But over the next few days, things took a turn for the worse for Molly and her community. One she had not counted on, it would change everything she worked hard on, one that would change her life forever. Tbc