Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Tiffany XXI


"Nicholas!” As one gleefully contacting her heart at considering her mannerism I’m

sorry Mr. Coogan?” Having found her way to the identical night spot as he could she not

hesitate approaching him "this is some coincidence" "yes it is,” “and call me Nicholas

please,” “as so I’m Ly Lynn,” “please Ly Lynn,” “join me.” “I couldn't sleep," "actually

my roommate had company and I felt such the third wheel.” “neither could I," blowing

especially into her hot cup was this again quite the circumstance they found themselves in.

"So did you Nicholas enjoy the festivities?" "It was," as one doing a little motion of his

hand at deciding the right response "different" "I thought you fit in rather nicely" "I must

admit Ly Lynn,” did a smile dimple his cheeks at all the more enhancing this exciting

species specifically Nicholas Edin Coogan. “I was a bit surprised seeing them have such a

glorious time with this trial still hanging over their heads," "well you of all people Mr.

Coogan know the rich and famous," "they're rather hard to figure." "I can't help noticing

Lynn you have no accent" "O I was born in China but I was raised in Southern Cal," "my

father is American," "I see" tittering handsomely with his stirrer at readying a sip of hot

mocha. "Can I Mr. Coogan be frank?” "Please do," "I didn't always like you," "no,"

humorously contacting his resting hand as she didn’t mean to be cruel "I thought you were

one of those tall, extremely handsome men who thought himself gods' gift to mankind,"

"ah I see" "only recently did I realize you're not playing hard to get." "Heck you're not

playing any game,” "you really don't care what people think" with them both avoiding eye

contact was this a comforting past time "you are what are the words," "you're adamantly
rooted in whatever decision making," "god!” Excitedly taking her now warm cup into a

taste "you must have a will of iron" "I don't know about all that Miss Chow" "there are

times when I know I'm flesh" peering directly into her inquiring eyes at adoring her sweet

visual embrace when suddenly glancing away for fear she might see the lust angled

stagnant. "Well I surely can't tell," "and neither can the rest of them," "I assure you Mrs.

Chow I'm very much flesh" "aw I can see that now Mr. Coogan," "it's just that you don't

show this side of yourself very often." "Your rather posed ungraciousness make women

nuts and drive your enemies crazy," "would that Miss Chow include a woman like your

-self?" Thinking she’s to be one of the most expert creatures he’s to enjoy besides Tiffany

Ann in years. "I better not answer that counselor on the grounds that it may incriminate

me," "I see," "well" suddenly remembering the time into a glance into his watch at pushing

back, up into a leave "it's getting quite late" "may I walk you somewhere?" Hoping she

would decline as he thought this little meeting of criminal minds should stop right here. "If

you don't mind," "I'm only a few blocks from here," "then please" as one gallantly letting

her lead the way. "So when was it you last visited Paris before this stay over?" "I've never

actually been," "never desired,” being the type of man whereas there was nothing about

him not to like at thinking Nicholas Coogan was damn stunning, evenly that if she wasn’t

mistaking he’d actually flirted with her. "You see Mr. Coogan that is another bet against

you," "I don't understand," recessing his steps, as so hers to consider the fabulous mind of

this one so lovely "people find that you're so unimpressed by France," "that surely France

is rather visiting Nicholas Coogan than vice versa" Though Ly Lnn most especially liked

the way he flaunt his blonde mane, wild, almost scurrilous unto especially admiring the

way he finished each of his suave steps in wondrous stride. "No Lynn I don't pleasure her
a toll" "she actually make both my head and heart hurt," "she is a force to be certain." "A

force?" "Yes," “for sure,” "more Lynn of a victim," "a prey to all the various echoes

hemisecting her,” "those whispering about her throughout the world." "She can't be just

France" "she must be an afterglow of various fantasies and songs replayed" "re-enacted

virtually," “continuously without end.” As one beginning again this brazing on was

Nicholas Edin Coogan not only this superman but one so untouchable, a realization

estimated at him being this noteworthy character most invincible . "Be careful Mesure

Coogan," as one launching a playful nudge into him, "there are millions who think perhaps

France,” “England at that matter is a large parchment of never-ending poetry, songs and

voyages all her own," "no," that he’s to shake a finger at her directly all the more com-

manding her prompt attention "not Lynn all her own," "she has been shaped and mold by

myriad’s giving their view far and vast worldwide." Of course Nicholas Edin was always

quite the gentleman, simply inconceivable, a parable too good to be known or true and

despite how heightened this unbending force Ly Lynn pledged to her heart she would have

him, take him, even if by force. "I would like to know her virgin self," "the part of her

Lynn that she keep to herself allowing no man," "well here we are" stepping up happily to

a loft would biding farewell to this extraordinary past time videlicet Nicholas Edin be

most regretful. "So this Miss Chow is were you're spending your nights?" "Yes," “only

Mr. Coogan moments from men desiring to know my virgin identity," "goodnight Miss

Chow," "goodnight Mr. Coogan,” imagining a delicate kiss of him into getting herself

straight up and away, would she have reason to brag to her friends, a happy go lucky



"So where the hell is she?" Charging into Susan's office mounted with accusations

was a visiting Corranda waiting with her "you know Tiffany better than us all Ronda do

you have any ideal?" "She has run away," forming a crack in Susan’s blind at peeking

out, down into Manhattan’s visited streets "which Sissy I know is very obvious, "but why

and where?" "Why?" Pondering into a seat at soon crashing her head of aching uncer-

tianty into Susan's desk at being this frustrated "I mean do either of you think Mr. Artelon

have anything to do with this?" "Who Erica the hell knows?" "He has family in Florida

now Sissy why don't you get Sye to do a little investigation," "I don't know" combing

Erica’s yet rested head, it’s silken mane through her fingers at befriending her , "Sye is so

put out with her," "he can't believe she is still doing this to Nicholas." "Look,” was a

vibrate Corronda coming instead into a seat “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I feel as

sorry for Nicholas Coogan as the next person but what if there's foul play here?" "I mean

haven't we forgotten that at one time we had some very evil people after us,” “for to kill

us,” “especially Tif?" "Ah we haven't forgotten,” "we simply Ronda didn't want to

imagine," "are you ok?" Seeing Erica is to keep this reduce, somewhat collapsed form "I'm

fine," "just more tired than usual." "What?" That Corronda is to sense most of all Susan’s'

aching skepticism "I think you're right," readying the receiver did she think getting Syefan

Erin involved despite his anger most clever "we need to get Sye on this just in case there is

foul play.”

"Worrying after Tiffany was she at that very moment waking up in the stout, perfect

bosom of the man she loved as they'd spent the last three days in fierce, frolicsome ruin
and rapture that was both lawless and unforgivable. I mean she'd imagined spending this

manner of posthaste, of romantic felicity and merciless, cruel conjoining with him, but here

it was, here they were and nothing, not even the slightest knock on the door had inter-

rupted them a toll. "You still haven't told me how you got away" asking, even piercing a

ready ear at his silent slumber for an answer that never came. "Hey" playing in his soft,

edible strands designing this blanket over the head sleep "I knew I had to find you,”

reaching for her at molding her again into himself was a pleasured by her Christian

Cros unveiling himself “Chris,” “what the hell!” Horrifying Tiffany Ann into falling from

the bed, at her getting up as to run for her life, Tifny" “No!” Closing her eyes tight at

spinning new tears a pouring along her startled face this wasn’t happening,. this couldn’t

be happening, she’d been with Nicholas Edin , not Christian. This special time as they’d

endured three of the most unspeakable nights together was all with Nicholas. “My god

Tifny what is wrong come back to,” “No!” Cutting a finger, as so an angry look at him

like sword at denying him, this impossible reality “No!” “This isn't happening" "Tifny,”

“no damn it you’re not real,” uncovering her ears into searching around that she’s

to find her clothes, her things and get the hell out “you can’t be real.” "Tiffany it's me

Nicholas!" “Ah god,” displaying a hand over the mouth awe at cautiously, perilously

witnessing who was now Nicholas Edin reaching out his arms to her, “you’re a lie, in a

hurry instead at arm by arm getting into her blouse, leg by nervous leg her skirt, at

finding her purse, those shoes, “you’re damn lie you hear me Satan,” “you’re a damn lie!”


“I keep thinking how Ash I barely knew you only a few moments ago,” ”it’s not Tony
that you didn’t know me, “you were confused about us being here and now,” “now eat

your breakfast,” “I know you’re hungry.” “You still think seeing Dr. Locklinere is not

necessary?” “I’m not sick,” “not physically,” “I simply had a mental breakdown.” “I think

I miss you Ash,” touching her hand that he’s to be this direct with her “I mean really miss

you,” “as being inside you.” “Well that’s one subject that haven’t come up since you

return,” “although after what just,” “I just don’t think you’re well enough,” “perhaps

you’re right.” “Do I Ash frighten you,” “you know my being accused of rape and mur” “I

wouldn’t Tony call it frighten,” “I’m a bit intimidated I guess,” “I don’t know how to do

what you’re asking me. “That we’re to as husband and wife make love?” “I mean by you

being so different.” “I can Ash kneel into you like his,” taking that hand additionally did

an astonishing as this Anthony Dale kneel into her, “I can kiss your lovely hand,” “arm,”

“your neck,” at tickling her into a sweet swarm away, “your Ash amazing mouth,” easing

slightly, cautiously into a bite of her succulent lips, it’s moist, soft tongue at play with his

at penetrating their steeping blood to Adeline levels. “God you taste as good Ash as you

look,“ diving just as desperately, as timely into that magnificent mouth of hers, unto that

just as surrendered, just as infiltrating all over and through body was a mighty for her

Anthony Dale taking her into his arms and just as soon into a lay with her into their bed.

“Unfastening her rising and falling to rapid breath top, her skirt, leg by leg her panty hose,

those shoes unto her dainty feet. As so was a heighten in private, now screaming places

Ashleigh as well unfastening him, at tearing him apart, at bringing him into once familiar

places. “My god you’re so beautiful,” activating ready eyes to tears at biting himself a

barbarous reunion as this into her dainty navel, chest, as so into the boundaries of a yet to

be removed bar. “Tony,” seeing he’s to come to a halt likewise, “who am I,” breaking him
into a million pieces seemingly with that single inquiry, did he back off, away into an

uncontrollable breakdown.” “Ah baby it’s me,” climbing his stout, carved back, a dainty

kiss to his shoulder, neck, unto that ear and enticing spoor, “it’s Ash,” “I love you so

much,” “you love me?” Leaping up, away at meticulously wiping and reordering himself

“yes,” “yes Tony,” “so much.” “I think I’ll get my shower now,” “Tony,” “I’m ok,” at a

taste of his dry, perfumed by her lovely flesh lips, “I’ll call Dr. Locklinere as you Ash

suggested,” “see what if anything is to be done.”


{{{“Wow don’t you have perfect timing,” “I just finished unpacking into simply

lounging round and hear you are.” “Are you the least bit surprised?” “Yes,” “I admit I am

as I’d Key convinced myself I possibly would never see or hear from you again.” “So how

was your flight?” “Forever and never ending” “although filling my head with thoughts of

you made it more tolerable,” “now how sweet is that?” “What about your dearest

Tiffany,” “did she make it to the farewells and well wishes?” “Yes,” “yes she did,” “when

I’d given up all hope that she would,” “there she was.” “The question of utmost concern

Key is when can I expect you?” “Sad to say Desrek not for a couple of months,” “they

tacked on another assignment here and I won’t be able to leave until it’s realized,” “I’m so

sorry,” “though tell me you’re to wait patiently for me and none other.” “As far Key as

I’m concern,” “as so every beat of my heart,” “there is none other,” “you keep talking like

that Mr. Stuart and I’m to drop everything and just come running.” “Hello?” That he’s

to be his most silent, “no that just remind me of something May said,” “and what pray

Desrek tell did she say?” “Yeah though we walk through the valley of the shallow of

death,” “we’re not to take one given second Key for granted,” “for that very second could

be our last.” “I couldn’t help but notice though her name is Tiffany you call her May is

that like her middle name or what?” “More Key like her birth name,” “Tiffany,” “although

it’s forbidden for others to know was born Maasieah Adonai,” “wow!” “Why would any-

one hide from such an authoritative name?” “It’s been really special Desrek but I have

these dead” “you could see her you know,” noticing how Kiefer is to have this discom-

forting spirit toward Tiffany Ann, even a jealousy. “You could Kiefer easily call her,”

“introduce yourself.,” “you two could have lunch or something,” “I really want you two to

meet.” “Seeing Desrek it’s so mightily important to you,” “I’ll do exactly that,” “good,”

“just so you know I’ll be on pins and needles until you call again,” “that sound so painful

I’ll make certain I call again soon.” }}}


“And I told you it’s not happening,” angrily pushing a try of food away, had Christian

Cros all but refused to eat “not until my wife Camilla is front and center.” Just the night

before at finding himself surrounded by concerned doctors and fast nurses at battling a

grand mal seizure had he yet to see Camilla “Mr. Artelon,” bearing his tray was Dr.

Etzger very concern at him not eating at the fear he had a dying man on his hands. “All

you have to do is get my wife here and I’ll be happy to eat, drink, but not without Milla.”

Knowing how he held to her and hoped in her as for dear life had Dr. Etzger himself

prayed Christian wouldn't awaken and find she'd seemingly deserted him. “I can’t bring

her to you if she’s out of reach now can I?” “Please Mr., Artelon,” “I can’t express how a

well balanced diet will so assist with the healing process.” Realizing Christian had

endured these dangers more so for his wife, than himself did Dr. Etzger feel sorry for

Christian Cros at staying near him sometimes hours at a time. “When you say she’s out of

reach what is that to mean?” “Have she left these premises, these lands?” “These lands

Mr. Artelon I couldn’t tell you,” setting up Christian’s meal, his beverage as he’s to

persuade him to eat, “but I seriously doubt it,” “she would never abandon you,” “although

since she has left the premises I must Mr. Artelon ask for other references in case of an

emergency.” Displaying himself as a witness that it was to be another day of dramatic

refusals from Christian Cros Dr. Etzger couldn’t but feel though the wife had abandoned

him was Christian Cros seemingly blaming him. “So this is my fault huh?” “And you’re

going to punish me by starving yourself to death is that it?” “This is not my fault,” “get to

the nearest mirror and you’re to see I’ve held up my end of the bargain,” “now Mr.

Artelon it’s your turn,” as one getting out, away of an impossible Christian Cros, “you’ll

have no one but yourself to blame,” “you’ll see,” “no one but yourself.”


"Sye has found her" grabbing her things as one making a speedy exit had they been

right at getting Syefan Erin involved "found her?" "She was at Nicholas’ place," "Sye says

just as he was about to give up she open the door and leaped into a tight, never ending

hug around his neck, pleading that he was the real thing.” “He say she doesn't look

good," “that he’s getting her to the hospital,” soon as one pausing into that leave as to

soften what could be a heavier blow “Sye says she's ranting on and on about being raped.”

"Raped?" Activating tears into her pretty eyes at bringing a horrid memory back would

Corronda, nor Erica as Susan believe their ears. "I'm meeting him at the emergency room"

"O my god,” needing to think, to consider what she’s to do next, of course grab her own

things, her purse, keys at as well getting out “Ronda?” “I'm right behind you guys,”

feeling so hurt for Tiffany Ann, as so such the blame, as she had at one time foolishly

wished such an evil upon Tiffany and her friends.” "You sure Ronda you’re good to

drive?” "Yes I'll follow" "I need to call Dex" "well hurry,” “she's going to need us" “all of

us.” "Here's Matt now" "she's resting comfortably," as one explaining distinctively to

Erica Lynn, his newest bride most of all "there's nothing wrong except a trace of a

stomach virus or poison.” “But she said she'd been raped,” "I'm told Sye there’s no

signs of that at all," "of any manner of sexual assault a toll." "It gets' even more strange,"

"Tiffany seem to think she was either taken against her will or she spent the last three days

with Nicholas," "Nicholas?" With them all sounding off one by one at this certainty Nic-

holas was thousands of miles away in France "but Nicholas is in France" "I think Sye we

all know that although Tiffany is pretty convinced and you did say you found her at

Nicholas' apartment." "Has she lost," "no!” "I believe she has suffered from a severe case

of food poisoning," "remember food can have some strange interactions with the brain,”

“that this stomach virus somehow affected her more mentally than anything else." "Hell

she could’ve been in a coma temporarily at creating this alternate reality which included

Nicholas," "coma?" Did they all again chimed off at this ordeal getting more and more

bizarre by the hour. “Well can we see her?” “She’s pleading Sissy that she’s to see no

one,” “no one that is but you Syefan, “ “me?” Displaying himself his most reluctant why

would she choose him, “why on earth would she,” “you are Sye more like Nicholas than
the rest of us,” “yeah and you did find her.” “Ok,” that he’s to bring a relative calm, even

hope where it was fading fast, “I’ll see her.”


"I think Mr. Artelon you know by now your wife isn’t here?" "And where is she"?

“While" swallowing into a cautious response at explaining as best he could “we don't

rightly know" “Mrs. Artelon departed with a promise of a speedy return," "how long?"

"How long have I been under?" "You've been in and out of conscientiousness for literally

a week,” "and she's been gone?" "About that long as well" "I see.” Casting blurred by

nearing tears eyes along the worthless streets of Qalqulya from his chair, a seemingly

deserted area between Israel and the West Bank. It was here he could remember his

sitting room and how he missed home, how he missed that part of living he'd found

because for now he'd found death. "Is there someone else Mr. Artelon we can call in case

of " "I’ve told you no,” “no damn it no!” "Mr. Artelon I must insist you remain calm," "I'm

sure she'll return soon" "you are sure of nothing!” Nothing!” “You hear me!” Backing an

intimidated by this outburst Dr. Etzger right out that door “nothing!” Bursting ino a hard

cry, what indeed had he got himself into? Was this God’s punishment for vainglory, that

he’d not been satisfied with the life he did have? Thinking if he’s to get to the closet, to his

things, that possibly he’s to locate Camilla himself. How she did say something about

Texas, about an attempt to sell some pristine land there, that mayebe he could call

around. “What is this?” Suspecting certain papers being delivered right into his hand

“information forms Mr. Artelon,” “Dr. Etzger thought you may need to up date your file,”

“we know you’re disappointed about your wife leave but think how impossible it’s to be
for us,” “this hospital Mr. Artelon if the worse happen and we’re without hope of reaching

your loved ones,” “that you’re to consider them most of all.”


So what’s this Lynn about you and Mr. Coogan and a more than delicious nightcap?”

“I Ly Lynn need to know most of all,” flopping skittishly upon her desk at getting in on

the latest gossip as they all were “I tell you that girl couldn’t hold water if you paid her.”

“And?” “It was the night of the ball,” “since I couldn’t sleep I went to Matties and there

he was,” “siting he couldn’t sleep as well.” “So you guys actually sat at the same table,”

”talked?” “He invited me and hell you guys know I couldn’t say no,” “I heard you two

really hit it off,” “it was more than charming,” “sexy even,” “sexy as hell as he was as

remarkable as he seem.” “He’s so authentic until it’s bone chilling,” “as in he’s the real

thing.” “so did he really flirt with you?” “As so did he walk me to my loft,” “I bet he

kissed you goodnight and everything right?” “No,” “but it’s not that far off as he in so

many words inquired whether a woman like myself would be interested in a man like

himself.” “Hell yeah,” “that’s what you should’ve said Lynn before he even got it out,”

“hell yes and when do you want to get married?” “I know,” “man he is so damn

incredible.” “So you don’t like the ideal of me being a model huh?” “It’s not that Sole,”

“it’s just that you’re so gifted I hate that you’re to waste it at this dime a dozen position.”

“You do know Cassel I wasn’t talking about making it a career, “ ”just this brief pastime

where I’m to make a pretty penny doing so.” “What is it?” Nursing his straw into a sip of

a delicious, guilt driven strawberry shake “you’ve been Cass here and there for days now.”

“You know Key is really serious about your brother,” “yeah,” “I mean what’s not to like,”
“Desrek is pretty incredible.” “So when did you guys like vow yourselves to celibacy?”

“Well we’re not only vowed Cass to celibacy,” “but realizing our bodies by the supreme’s

Christ is this supreme’s temple we’re not to defile said temple,” “especially by illicit sexual

intercourse.” “What if Sole I told you I don’t know if I believe there’s a god,” “that what

you believe,” “just as you shared is nearly non-sense to me,” “you did Cass say nearly.”

“I’m Cassel not that surprised,” “I notice how distant you get whenever the subject

present itself,” “he is God and whether Cass we’re to believe or not, he’s still God.” “So

I’m that obvious?” “Not so much you,” “but,” “my word how do I put it?” “That there’s a

spiritual uncertainty,” “which isn’t Cass that foreign at all.” “A spiritual uncertainty or

truth?” “That Cassel more so now than ever by this Christ you’re skeptical of is according

to what you believe.” “This is Cassel all about what you believe,” “you will in the day of

judgment only give an account for thine own belief or like thereof.”


Cuddled unthinkably into a hammock just below a large picture window, it’s

contiguous sunsetting quite plaited together was Nicholas Edin considering the right

words or perhaps the right questions surrounding Tiffany most bizarre disappearance of

them all. “Will we talk about what just happen or pretend as though it didn’t happen?”

Playing with her fingers at bringing that smooth, silken hand to eye level, “Tiffany?” :”It’s

too embarrassing ok?” Folding said hand back into herself at all the more despising his

intrusive probes “please I,” “I just don’t ok?” “Why don’t we just do it huh?” “Get the

vows over,” “then you can come to France for two weeks,” “heck a couple of months,”

with her presence, even her weight leaving this especial lay was she migrating up. away
into a seat to him “even a year or,” “no,” “I’m just not ready ok?” “No Tiffany it’s not

ok,” raising into a jagged harmony along side of her did she spin all the more up, away

“I’m sorry baby but that’s just isn’t good enough any more,” “don’t call me baby.” Peering

from Nicholas’ apartment window it had began to rain, to pour, just as she’d wished days

earlier, the thunder, lightening and all not knowing for her it would be such a painful,

regretful day. “There’s just too many things left undone,” “things Nicholas I got to do,”

“things?’ “What kind of things?” “I don’t know things about Michael.” “Michael?”

Exhibiting himself his most concern was he and Tiffany doing this long deserted dance

again?” “What things about Michael he’s,” “I know,” “believe me Nicholas I know,” “he’s

gone,” “dead,” “buried,” visibly cringing into activating tears along inventive features at

sweeping both cheeks, “all of the above,” “ah honey!” Don’t,” cutting a refusal at him like

a stabbing blade did she grab her coat at not dealing with these fervid issues into that exit.

“Where you think you’re going?” With attempts at snatching her from this abrupt decline

at casting them into this aggressive tussle about “my god you can’t run from this,” “we

got to deal with,” with the right words of his own choked up into overwhelming emotions

as Tiffany Ann. “Would you please,” “my god just let me in,” “just,” sweeping under both

eyes away horribly commingled, “just trust me.” “I do trust you,” coming instead adorably

close to him, even a lay of her comforting, even soothing hairline to his “if nothing else

Nicholas I trust you,” “and I love you so abundantly above that,” granting him a taste of

her seductive mouth, that penetrating tongue spinning them easily into this erotic, quite

ferocious alliance of tingling, thirsting flesh and blood. “No,” “shhhh,” “Tiffany!” Cuffing

her head into an urgent eye to eye stance with him, “no,” “this isn’t dealing with your

last,” “crisis.” “It was food poisoning or did you forget?” Spinning off angrily she didn’t
know what the fuss was all about “my god what is wrong with you people? “Such a severe

case of food poisoning Tiffany it send you into an alternate reality,” “we didn’t know

where you were for days,” “hell you didn’t where you were for days!” “Do you know

how terrifying that was for all of us?” “We were left as is normal Tiffany thinking and

considering the worse.” “Here,” handling her coat to her did he suddenly have the

greatest ideal, “there is somewhere I want you to go with me,” “somewhere like where?”

“Just put it on,” “trust me remember?” Looking upon him curiously though appreciatively

was Nicholas Edin more beyond such the gorgeous man and with this unbending affiliation

with her was he just as adorably flawless. “Just a hint,” “I miss you beyond words,”

folding the collar down on his stylish overcoat at opening the door to her, “need you,”

“and I have something to share with you that’s all.” ”Ok that’s all,” fondly remembering

the last time Nicholas Edin had something special to show her did they end up in some of

the most lecherous, even truculent conjoining of flesh and fluids ever.


“{{{What I hear Sole is that you’re really serious about this girl,” “so serious Derry

I’m thinking of asking her to marry me,” “not to spoil or belittle that but I can’t help at

feeling a but coming along.” “It’s nothing I guess,” “nothing to be concern about,” “it’s

just that last we talk Cassel made it known she wasn’t sure if she believed you know,”

“believe what?” “That Derry whether or not there’s a god,” “I mean that’s nothing to be

concern about right?” “There are a lot of people Sole who’re to choose celibacy without

spiritual intervention,” “that’s ok,” “but for a believer to marry a non-believer,” “you see

Derry,” “here it goes,” “that’s why I wasn’t to say anything.” “I mean how about all those
years we didn’t believe,” “was that Derry such a sin?” “Yes Sole it was,” “you know what

I mean,” “I really love this girl,” “I don’t want to imagine my life without her.” “Calm

down,” “Cassel’s your opposite,” “I’m sure you two Sole with the supreme’s help can

make this work,” “you’re not Derry just telling me that because you love me and don’t

want to hurt my feelings?” “Of course,” “but still Sole I see things working out for you

two.” “And Derry and Kiefer,” “how’s that going?” “Just like Sole the amazing woman

she is, she has me watching but the clock and calendar at counting the days down to her

arrival here in Germany.” “What about May,” “what’s the news about her?” “I just heard

Derry her knight in shiny amour,” “this Nicholas Edin guy came in town and swept off to

never land and no one has heard from her since.” “Yeah,” “I’ve been calling,” “leaving

messages,” “as far Derry as Ronda is concern she’s in good hands, that this guy really

treasure her.” “ Yeah,” “I better go,” “I told the guys I would show up for poker,” “so

I best get out,” “you Sole take care and don’t worry so much, it’s to work out,” ”and you

Derry,” “especially about May,” “she’s in good hands.”}}}


“Is something wrong?” Awaking to a stout, flawlessly designed bare back of Nicholas

Edin sitting sedately to the side of the bed. “I think Tiffany I’m partly the blame for what

just happen to you,” “the more than queer, but sexually arousing illusions you found

yourself in.” “Like last night,” obviously stressing to unveil but was Nicholas Edin his

most paramount “we were so overwhelming together,” “so devastating even to our flesh

and blood.” “Our mind Tiffany was I projected into a manner of emotional breakdown of

a hard, uncontrollably cry.” “My god,” activating burning tears skyward unto prevention

“what is happening to me?” “I treasure you so much,” plaiting her bare, bountiful bosom

into his back at both treasuring and consoling him,” “just relax Nicholas baby and let it all

in.” “My word Tiffany I fear if I relax as you say,” “let it all in as you say,” “I will dis-

sipate,” “yes astronomically conjoined to this indescribable intimacy,” “these cannibalistic

type orgasms but departed no less.” “There’s nothing wrong Nicholas with losing your

heart completely to love,” “some of the most powerful romantic novelist and poets, “some

of those even martyred for their cause are those men and woman who’ve completely lost

themselves,” “their very heart beating to this thing called loved.” “Ahhhhhhh god Nicholas

I’m gonna fall!” That he’s to whisk her up suddenly into this piggy back ride up and all

around at tickling themselves so mightily back into their identical positions upon the bed.

“Tell me how did you find this wondrous place Nicholas it’s absolutely depraved,” “Philip

Mance of course,” “it’s Tiffany one of Macremore and Vance’s holdings.” “I always

envisioned it’s to be that one place we’re to spend our honey moon,” “so our being here in

this matter is quite amoral don’t you think?” “I have these vows Nicholas I want us to say

to one another,” “vows?” Turning slightly at getting a better view, even clarity of her

“yes,” “vows.” “I’ll say them first,” “then you can say them after me,” a witness that he’s

to turn directly to her at her carving a single strand from his forward away. “I believe

Nicholas if we’re to say them with all our heart nothing will then be impossible to us,” “a

covenant promise huh?” Brushing so tenderly a feel of her flawless, quite comestible

honey tan skin, “you have Miss Saurus bewitched in every way a man can be so

ingeniously intertwined.” “Look at how phenomenon you are,” spreading her arms like

wings that he’s to all the more flaunt her literally unspeakable beauty. “I believe Nicholas

when two people come together,” that he’s to come upon her, unto this borderline

eroticism like a ravenous beast on a climactic prowl “when they merge their flesh and

blood together as one,” “they’re either married,” “caught in adultery or it’s fornication,”

“shhhhh” with a slice of his finger to her mouth at loosing eye to eye contact with her did

Nicholas Edin indeed have something other in mind. Like sinking again into the erotic

depths of perpetual return considered Tiffany Ann Saurus ”I Nicholas Edin Coogan, “ that

he’s to bite her lips, yes one by one most of all, it’s appetizing breath, and his panic heart

be still that fiercely edible tongue. “Do take thee Tiffany Ann Saurus,” justly with his

manic, wholly seductive approach laying her back just right to his fierce play would

Tiffany’s covenant purpose after him lay yet still for now “from this day forward,” “until

the rest of my life.”


That’s not it Spirit I just don’t want you worrying yourself unnecessarily, “yeah,”

primping her lastest hairstyle in the mirror at heading out as always to the beach, to

unending water sports “they are spirit as Niegl said on a honeymoon.” “Ok why would

Christian give me this contact number if despite when I call day or night he’s not to

answer?” “I’m telling you I got a feeling and they tell me that something is worng,”

“something Spirit like what?” “Something ok!” Leaping up, off angrily at bringing his

most climatic feelings to that looking glass zooming in on an always visited beach.

“You’ve never cared for him so I don’t expect you to understand,” ”while beachy here is

too busy working on a darker tan, or is his name Angus?” “Look Mr. Know it all despite

Christian and my differences he’s still my brother,” “and in my own way Spirit I love him

just as you do,” “yeah you need to apolgize to us both.” “yeah well you better not hold

your breath.” “I think Spirit you should put all this jumping to manic conclusions aside

and just see Christian is to recall your calls with a logical explaination,” “you’ll see.” “I’m

really considering whether I should call Tifny you know,” “see if she’s heard from him,”

“you didn’t hear I word I said did you?” Readying that exit door at getting straight away,

“you don’t ever Spirit listen to a word I say do you?” “I don’t know Spirit calling this

Tifny person maybe a good ideal,” “you really Niegl think so?” “Yeah,” “only consider

you’re to possibly cause her unnecessary worry as well,” “and Spirit you can’t forget these

are two married, very consenting adults.” “Those who again I remind you are on their

honey in Jerusalem for the supreme’s sake,” “their like of response could be of a sign of

how dearly Spirit they’re enjoying themselves.” {{{“Yes I’m trying to reach Tiffany

Saurus,” eyeing brother Niegl taking off up the stairs at going on with his insincts did

Spirit spend no time at reachingTiffany Ann. {{{“Yes I,” “I would call it an emergency

yes,” “I see,” “yes Spirit River Artelon,” “it’s vitally important she reach,” “yes,” “yes as

soon as possible, “no Miss thank you.”


"You in here?" "Yeah," re-searching through some of the most astonishing gowns in

the world over was this to Ashleigh Michelle also a fun part of working at Dissuasion.

"So the tall rich doctor didn't come?" "No he didn't feel much like being here" "he's ok

isn't he? "Aw yes," dressing herself by a full length mirror did Erica look simply flawless

"some of his fellow surgeons suppose to come over, have a guy day," "so what do you

think?" Dancing out of the dressing booth at styling an extraordinarily elegant evening

gown "wow!” As one displaying jaw dropping amazement "that's really Erica some gown"

"Sissy design it," yet as one trying to get the tie at the waist just right and Tip fabricated

it" “and what,” “it's yours?” "Aw god no!”: "I could never Ash afford this," "not on my

salary.” “I'm entering it into the Valentine's Day Fashion Extravaganza," "think of this hot

number and Niemyer,” “the African queen" "Who?" That she’s to like Erica find one

particular gown out of many that’s to out weigh the rest "that's what I call her," "tall with

a fabulously tight build." ”If you want Erica I could help you with that,” moving in that

she’s to assist Erica with this persistent band. “Those Ash dark brooding eyes," "marve-

lous high cheeks,” "splendid full lips and absolutely flawless dark skin," "the Ash African

Queen,” "yeap Erica that's her," "that's Niemyer all right." "I thought we would end the

show with her in this" "now that would be awesome," as those finally getting the tie up

just right did Erica again appear in an additional full length mirror, wordless. "So you do

agree?" Not yet satisfied was Erica again flaunting herself likewise at being her most

exquisite "we're also ending with a male," "I got the male," "drop dead gorgeous Vincent

Steel honey" "I don't think you've meet him," "you was suppose to," "ah yes" seeing

Ashleigh is to pull out the exact suit she had in mind.” “Tip design it and I Ash fabricated

it," "man I would love to see Matt in some of Tip’s designs for the male,” “they’re simply

delicious." "Can I like dress up as well?" "Sure! "Why not?" “Hell it’s possibly the only

time Ash we’ll get a chance to wear anything this amazing,” “and costly.” "Hey you

guys!” Barging right in on them did Merecal seem to know right where to find them "Mrs.

Coogan is furious,” "said for you guys to get your butts to the show room," "something

about the new project," "how somebody has made a boo, boo." "Sorry Miss Oxford,”
“that's Merecal Mrs. Hymm,” “sorry Mrs. Hymm?” All the more puzzled at her grabbing

both of their hands at rushing them toward the show room. "What the hell is this about?"

Pulling the tremendous dress up at nearly tripping in her heels. "Where the hell is she?”

Displaying herself as surprised as they were Susan wasn’t where she’d left her "maybe

she's in here," throwing both doors open at flicking on a light did everyone scream "SUR-

PRIZE!!!” “Startling Erica into a screaming, crying, mess they'd done it, the girls had

conspired behind her back and planned a stupendous wedding reception.

Crying hysterically at displaying jaw dropping, tear jerking aw was a stunning as herself

Matthew Edwin, yes himself sporting one of Tiffany’s designed for the male suits drawing

near her at handing her a glass of Champaign for one hand, as so a bouquet of stunning

floras for the next hand. "They made me do it,” “now you know how I felt," with a

middling Susan Faye whispering a musical interlude at her ear was Erica plaiting the crazy

mess this had all made her around Matthew’s lovable neck. “Tt was Tip and Ash’s ideal,"

"ah my god,” that she’s to fan pouring tears right away had they surprised her in ways in a

million years she wouldn’t forget. ”I'll Matt kill them later,” “having ro lift said glass into

a toast they were all there, Bradford and Barbara, Susan and Syefan, Corronda and her

new husband Dexter Leon, her brother Soledad. Evenly was Niemyer and her stunning

man friend, Bjamein Paui Kroff there and because of what had just happen with Tiffany

Ann, she and Nicholas were there as a just as mounting emotionally, positively clueless

Erica Lunn just couldn't believe this was all happening.

"Hey beautiful," “Tony?” Loaning as so to enjoy the slightest smooch of him to her

cheek “I’d made plans to come and see you,” “I heard you called in sick.” "You Miss

Roget,” taking her hand as though he’s to lead her proudly unto the dance floor, “look
absolutely gorgeous." "Well thank you kind sir," that she’s to like this bedazzling Erica

Lynn model all around this literally unaffordable gown. "Well you did it," "Vincent?”

Displaying herself instead gravely alarmed was she seeing right, thinking right or was she

having a mental relapse as well?” Ash?” "O Tony I’m sorry I thought I saw someone I"

"so that is you," shacking her from behind was a real nightmare of hers coming to it’s truth

"I thought surely it couldn’t" "I'm Anthony," “Anthony Decorte,” that a stun as this Ash-

leigh Michelle was yet to respond “ "aw yes,” “ I'm Vincent Steele," "your beautiful friend

here Anthony was inconsiderate enough to leave me standing at the alter a few months

backs," "right little darling?" "What?" "Please Tony give us a minute," "please," that out of

a reactive most dumbfounding he’s to resist "I'll get us something to drink," “thank you,”

“nothing for me kind fellow." "I take it it's no coincidence we're working at the same

fashion establishment?" "No Miss Roget," "not at all," "it took me a little while but I soon

tracked you down," "please Vince," "not here," "calm down,” that he’s to lighten his eye

contact, his voice in respect of her friends, this special occasion. “I wouldn't dare make a

scene here in front of your friends," "I thought you knew me better than that." “You’ve

changed your name or else I would’ve known,” “Steel is my mother’s maiden name,” “my

Ash new stage name.” "Although I think you owe me an explanation," "one long and time

consuming,” “I'll let you know when and where," "it was great seeing you again" that he’s

to graciously shake her upon Anthony return a pretentious ploy no doubt "just great."

"Here's your drink," "I can Tony explain," "no doubt Ash but not here," that he’s to as

well make departing at getting some air, that’s all just some air "maybe later." “So

where did you and Mr. Coogan disappear too?” Easing into a seat in close proximity to

her was Susan Faye being her nosiest “I never Sissy thought you would ask.” that she

would whisper down, away at being pleased to bragged. “One minute Sissy emotions and

tears were everywhere and the next we were landing at an airstrip in France,” “France,”

“my word are you serious?” “Nicholas took to me to this amazing retreat there,” “beyond

Sissy any description and one thing you know lead to another,” “and that’s why you two

Tip are actually glowing.” “I mean a glow in the dark type of redolence I kid you not,” “I

know,” “my god Sissy I know.” “You were so right about him,” “you and Sye both,”

“about us,” “we’re too phenomenon for words I swear.” “You baby don’t have to

swear,” “anyone with eyes,” “with Tip a heart can plainly see,” as to fold her into a

genuine hug this best friend of hers, of all of theirs “I’m so happy for you two,” “so Tip

very happy for you.”


“I kinda told him,” “what you mean you kinda told him?” Biting into a delicious fork of

carrots until a sip of a cold glass of tea was Kiefer and sister Cassel as always having one

dinner a week together. “I didn’t tell him we were practicing Atheist but I told him I

didn’t know if I believe which Key isn’t far from the truth.” “It may not Cassel be far

from the truth but it isn’t quite the truth is it?” What about you,” “what are you going to

do about brother Deserk?” “Believe it or not Cassel things between Desrek and I are

different you and Sole are tinkering on the borderline of marriage vows,” “it can’t get no

more serious than that.” “Sole told me that there are three divine gardens that are to give

us a better understanding of what they call the Holy Spirit.” “The Key Garden of Eden,

before the fall,” “which is representative of the Spirit of life,” “or creation of life,” “of

innocence.” “Then there’s the garden of Eden after the fall which is representative of the

wilderness of sin, the Passover unto the children of Israel exodus,” “the spirit of life and

death, the second death.” “That there’s King Solomon Temple garden which to him is to

represent not only the Spirit of love,” “but romantic,” “even intimate love,” “it’s Key why

both Jerusalem and the church is referred to as brides and, or adulterous wives.” “Hum,”

stirring again suspiciously into her delightful dinner in light of the distinguishing between

“that’s kinda amazing,” “he’s Key amazing,” “either he’s madly in love with them,” “or

they’re madly in love with him,” “or both.” “As so Key there’s the garden of Gethse-

mane,” the very place where God’s Christ Passover his earthly will unto the Supreme’s

purpose for us all,” “the spirit of grace, truth and immortal life.” “You want me to believe

you remember all of that,” “well I kinda read it nightly,” “it’s all in an essay he wrote in

school on divinity.” “You’re in love aren’t you,” “for the first time Cass in your life

you’re in love,” “yes,” glancing into the dessert menu at thinking how she would marry

Soledad in a heart beat. “I am only Key afraid of how I’m going to tell mom and

dad,” “they’ll gonna kill me for sure,” “kill us Cass,” “I don’t know we just got to believe

it’s all going to work out.” “He want to do it,” “go to mom and dad and ask for my

hand,” “you never told me that,” “no because it’s insane,” “he is quite the gentleman isn’t

he?” “Yeah sadly.” “Ah god how will he ever forgive me,” “how will he ever under-

stand?” “I’ve kept this from him for so long it’s impossible,” “he’s a servant of the su-

preme,” “the author of forgiveness,” “he really doesn’t have a choice?” “My word,”

displaying a hand over the mouth shock at even her sister’s amazement at her “where did

that come from?” “Maybe there’s something in the carrots,” tickling them both into a

comforting laughter what was happening to them both? “Yeah,” “may be.”

Waking up in bed, realizing Tiffany had excused herself was Nicholas Edin finding her

fast asleep quite comfortably on the sofa “What is it? Awaking at squinting challenged

eyes to him actually fitting himself into the covers with her, “move over,” cuddling into the

sofa with her at enterlocking their feet, legs into this marvelous lay. “I don’t want you to

leave me,” snuggling into his stout breast as to cling to him for dear life and love, “you say

that Tiffany and then I say,” “yeah Nicholas I know,” “I can come with you.” “So you

couldn’t sleep,” inquiring into a gentle smooch of her forward was Tiffany so dear to him

“bad nightmares or what?” “No just this reoccurring one,” “tell me,” “it’s about the first

night we were,” ”you know together,:” “when you,” “you,” “broke through me,” dis-

playing herself very cautious at clarifying was an involved Nicholas Edin designing

her adorably close “and the pain was so unbearable.” “Shhhhhh you know I would never

intentionally hurt you,” “I know,” “only the last few days Nicholas I’ve been re-living just

that particular scene,” “I mean to the point I wake up screaming in horrible pain just like

that night,” “I can’t help but think I’m being punished for something.” “Punished babe for

what?” “We are Tiffany beyond words,” “vows and commandments so married now why

would you be punished?” “Then it’s guilt,” unraveling herself into a seat to the opposite

end of the sofa, “ok I’ll bite what’s the guilt for?” “Tiffany?” “Nothing,” “I mean I don’t

wanna,” roughly yanking the covers free at getting back to the bedroom “you’re leaving

early and you need your sleep,” “Tiffany,” that she’s to park aggressively those loaded

arms of hers at backing into the wall “I know what’s going on here.” “I know none of this

have gone the way you plan,” “that I’m partly the blame for that,” “overcoming you the

way I did that night,” “but would you honestly change any of this,” “honestly?” “No I

guess not,” clearing a nearing nostrils with the back of her hand Tiffany greatest regret

was Nicholas returning to France without her. ”You guess not?” ”I’m going to bed you

coming?” “Why are you so determined to make this so difficult?” Witness upon as one as

well sweeping her moisten cheeks was Tiffany always this potential malfunction “is that

what I’m doing.” “making this difficult?” “I’m returning to France in the morning,” “isn’t

that what this is about?” “I don’t play those types of games Nicholas,” “I’m not smart

enough or devious enough I never have been.” “That’s not what I meant,” “you think I

faked this entire thing don’t you?” “Tiffany?” Getting up after her that he’s to dissuade her

as she was so off the mark. “You think I would play those types of games with your

career?” “That is not my god what I said,” “it’s what you meant,” having wedged herself

into the opposite side of the bed away from him “what you were thinking,” “this supreme

Tiffany as my witness it was the farthest thing from my mind,” “I have the greatest, be-

yond explanation respect for you,” “with that I trust you with my life,” “let alone my

career.” “I think you’re right,” did surrendered hands of his go up into getting them back

to bed “we should Tiffany just try and get some sleep,” “I think I’m gonna go,” “I don’t

want you to go but if you think you must.” Coming into an annoyed by these events seat

upon the edge of the bed a witness to her taking her things and leaving a distraught

Nicholas Edin didn’t know what he would do with Tiffany Ann, as he feared Tiffany Ann

didn’t know what she would do with herself.”


"So you're not gonna talk to me?" "Look I'm sorry if I was pushy at the party I'm
just concern about my wife that's all." "Are we gonna get pass this Barb?" "Barb" "the

silent treatment," "do you know how rude that is?" "Ok," "have it your way," "I won't talk

to you," "you don't talk me," "great!” As one literally running a light was wife Barbara

Ann yet to snap back from her recent miscarriage “Just damn great." "Erica married" that

he’s to instead change the subject but was he yet talking to himself “that is a shocker"

"and she seem to be so happy about it." "What did you mean earlier Brad by the phrase

Physician heal thyself," "it's good to know you're," "what Brad?" "It's a quote from the

bible," "something my father said to me a very long time ago" "of course at the time I

didn't," "and what did you mean when you said it to me?" "You're a specialist Barb,"

"you’re a physician," "what remedy would you prescribe for this funk we're in?" "I hated

you so much when I heard those words," striking at heated tears getting along a sad look.

"I thought you was mocking me," "that’s about how angry it made me," "I mean I knew

Brad they were right on target" "but I didn't like you telling me that." "You know we

don't have to go home," "the boys will be fine for the night," "we can Barb just about do

whatever we like." "Pikes' Peak," Pikes Peak really?” That he’s to brighten right into a

confronting, even agreeing uniqueness "hang out on smooch mountain like some kids

huh?” "We can get by the store,” “grab some snacks" "heck we could go to Peaks' drive

in first," glancing the adorable, quite handsome help meet he was into his time piece "it’s

still early,” “we could catch a new flick". “I mean If that’s ok?” “It’s more Brad than ok,”

grabbing his loose arm into this tremendous, feel good hug, the most affection she’s to

show him since their emergency, “it all sound so romantic.”


"That was some party huh?" Sye,” seeing he’s to be his most entranced what indeed

was on his mind “you haven’t heard a word I said have you?” “Ah yeah,” “yes honey it

was." “Look can I tell you something,” “yeah sure,” “something Sissy in the strictest of

confidence, “ahh yeah.” “When Tip wanted to see me the other night it wasn’t about

Nickie it was about Mike,” “Mike,” “what on earth was,” “she says she has some things

going on with her that has convinced her Mike isn’t dead.” “Ah god Sye don’t tell me

that,” “yes” “that there’s been some cover up concerning his death and she wanted to

know was I involved.” “Where you involved?” “Ok Sye if Mike isn’t dead where is he?”

That’s exactly Suse what I,” “what is it?” A witness that she’s to look as though she’s

seen a ghost “you called me Suse,” “did I” “really?” “Yes and it was really strange

because no one but my grandfather ever called me Suse,” “well is that all right,” “it’s not

forbidden or anything right?” “No,” “don’t be silly,” “it’s just that I’d literally forgotten

him,” “forgotten papa.” “Anyway Suse,” “you just did it again,” tickled at this more weird

than ever circumstance “the most profound memory I have of him Sye was when I witness

one of my aunts giving him a bath,” “papa was old, lived to be nearly a hundred,” ‘I

remember Sye how frail he was, how pale and wrinkle.” “I also remember how he hated

having me there, you know seeing him like that.” My god,” brushing at a readied nostril

“what aging does to a person you know,” as those indifferently sitting in the garage now

for sometime “I can’t believe I’d literally forgotten.” "Any way Sye I really can’t

believe what you’re telling about Tip,” “she’s that convinced Mike is alive.” “She went as

from Sissy as to ask me what I remember that night,” “was there anything suspicious that

I’d just written off as coincidence.” “I had to remind her I was unconscious most of the

time,” “that one moment Mike and I were laughing and taking and the next we were being

dragged horribly to our deaths,” “that after that there’s this huge blank.” “You did Sye

say something about his head being gone,” “excuse me,” “in the hospital,” with her

thoughts yet prevailing around memories of her grandpa Deskin, even his name sake her

baby brother “when you began to show signs of consciousness,” “you were mourning

about Mike’s head or rather,” “hum,” “I don’t remmber that,” that they’re to both exit the

car at making this a night was Tiffany’s accusations something to really consider.


“Wha, Wha, wha is it?” “She didn’t come home last night,” with Niegl’s thoughts

prevailing all around at Spirit’s inability to reach Tiffany Saurus, “wu,” ”what are you,”

“Nadia,” “she didn’t come home last night.” “All my god spirit you woke me up for that!”

Squinting an angry look at him at fumbling with his clock to note the hour was Spirit’s

pessimism becoming all the more worrisome. “She could’ve went out for an early

morning walk,” “you know how she love the beach.” “Yes only her room wasn’t

disturbed all night,” moving off at making space as he figured Niegl’s possible response

“neither has her bed been slept in.” “What?” Coming instead into a seat was it too early in

the morning, just too damn early, “what are you talking about?” “Ok give me a minute

here.” “I haven’t been really comfortable since we had that strange departing,”

following his brother at arriving at Nadia’s room, at cutting the light on, at discovering as

Spirit River there was no evidence she’d return at all. “You didn’t have a strange

departing,” “well it wasn’t normal,” “what about Angus,” “did you call him?” ”Yes,”

“several times,” “there was no answer,“ “you don’t Niegl think they’ve eloped or
anything, do you?” “No,” Coming out of her room into a long intermission into the hall,

“Nadia know Christian and I both would kill her.” “So what do we do,” “I mean do we

call the authorities?” “No,” Rubbing as to scratch his scab into the right response down

the stairs, into the kitchen for a drink of water “she would have to be missing anywhere

between eighteen to twenty-four hours,” “then what?” “Then Spirit we get dressed,” “we

go and look for her,” “we search this entire area until we find her,” “Spirit?” As a witness

that he’s to be his most concern “don’t worry ok,” “we’ll find her.” “You can tell sir the

automobile left the highway here,” “and you say there’s no I. D?” “They were dressed for

the beach,” “little clothes,” ”little identification,” “what about the car?” “It had to have,”

“the car sir is registered to a Mcneal,” “a colonial Roger E. Mcneal sir.” “I don’t under-

stand Mazwell how the hell did you ever find this?” “The deer,” “seeing this injured

Deer caused me to stop,” “then when I stopped to invest I wondered whether or not a car

was involved,” “when I just as surely walked over, looked over the ridge not really ex-

pecting to see anything and there they were.” “They,” “both sir a male and female any-

where from their early to late twenties dead on impact sir.” “While we best get them up

out of there,” “yes sir,” “right away sir,” “we also Mazwell need to see if we can reach this

McNeal fellow.” “Yes sir I’m already on it sir.” “So what’s down there chief,” “two very

unfortunate young people it would seem,” “seem like a bout with a deer, “ “clean cut,”

“no foul play.” “I don’t know Massey,” not to take the obvious for granted at considering

whether things were as they seemed “get crime scene out here regardless,” “just a feeling I

have,” “yes sir,” “right away sir.”

{{{“Tiffany?” Turnng off privately of a busy airport terminal had Nicholas been trying

to reach her for hours “you want to tell me where you are,” “I’m at work,” looking into

her watch at readying a steaming cup. “I’ve been here about,” “you want to guess where I

am?” “Judging by the hour Nicholas you’re at the airport,” “are you serious,” “this is the

way you really want to do this?” “Damn it!” Cutting activated to tears eyes, nose, even a

thorny throat skyward “don’t make me do this,” “not after we’ve been so extremely

personal these last few days,” “but our,” hearig the emotional hesitation in his voice did

this prick the heardness of her heart“ “farewell is to be this unpersonal.” “You’re right,”

roughy striking at a single tear designing her expert features into a grit of her teeth unto

avoidance “of course Nicholas you’re right,” “sometimes I get so caught up in my own

little shit you know,” “all god what a cruel and unusual punishment,” hesitating herself

along piercing sentiment at disreguarding that cup that she spring up ar readying this exit

“I’m so sorry.” “My god Nicholas I’m so sorry,” “I could be there in only a few min” “it’s

too late I was lifting off just as I reached you,” “I’ve been calling you since four this

morning“ and I’ve been avoiding you.” “Tell me Tifafny if I’m wrong but the most im-

portant things here besides the heavenly trinity you call them is to choose a mate right, one

of the opposite sex to vow yourself to accoringly and therein be content,” “am I right?”

“Isn’t that Tiffany exactly what you’ve done,” continuing in her silence did Tiffany know

him to be right on the mark “what we’ve done,” “and if so where’s Tiffany this gigantic

infraction you simply can’t get past or is his name continually Michael Day?” “Is that what

this is all about,” “that I’ve wronged you,” “us by falling madly, heads over hills in love

with you.” “You Tiffany with me,” “ah I got get off of this phone,” “I’m tired Tiffany,”

“I’m so tired I think my heart hurt,” “Nicholas?” “I’ll call you as soon as we arrive ok?”

“Yeah,” swabbing both cheeks simultaneously was her refusal to simply let Michael go

damaging Nicholas so unfairly and that pierced her ways most regretfully “you be safe,”

moving the receiver at bursting into a hard, uncontrollably cry at avoiding his notice, any

ones notice was Tiffany yet on the verge of breaking down completely “yeah Tiffany you


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