Subject:  You, Me and Dupuis - Chapter 8 |
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Date Posted: Wednesday, October 18, 08:39:04am
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LoveRoy
's message, "You, Me and Dupuis" on Friday, August 04, 04:19:06pm
Some of the greatest philosophers of the 20th century turned out to be musicians who made little girls and boys scream with joy not only by the gyration of their hips or the consumption of their drugs, but in fact at the wisdom of their tome. One such late century philosopher was John Cougar Mellencamp, who having been around since the tumultuous late 70s decided to drop the Cougar and reinvent himself. But first, he gave us ‘a little ditty about Jack and Diane’ -- “Changes come around real soon - Make us women and men”. Nikita Wirth having become a woman of substance after Michael Samuelle’s departure, allowed her life to “let it rock -- let it roll”.
In the almost half-decade that followed her first broken heart, things changed in the beautiful blonde woman’s life while she dove into the madness of trying to forget Michael Samuelle. Nikita got engaged to a man named Gray, who later called off the engagement because of the confession that in a moment of weakness she slept with a man named Jurgen. Nikita even flirted with the idea of a marriage to an older, yet debonair and handsome businessman named Alec Chandler, but his past was chuck full of black marks that made her skin crawl, so she let that relationship also ‘rock and roll’. She was going to sell her home by the canal but Dr. Adrian and Captain George, who now were truly her surrogate parents, convinced her to hold on to the comfortable cottage and they presently managed the property’s rental to the tourist trade.
Her beloved yacht, ‘You, Me and Dupuis’ was still her remaining pride and joy and served not only to provided her with a source of income, but through it she met the men in her life and reacquainted herself with those from her past. Her life was lacking substance, she did nothing more than sail, party and engage in cheap thrills of the physical kind, and although her innocence was still deep inside her being, she was successful in sowing her wild oats while still retaining her good girl image. At this point in her life she was quickly approaching 30, her memories of Michael were sketchy at best, and her brief re-encounter with her friends, including the sailboat’s namesake, taught her that Cougar was right. ‘Oh yeah life goes on, even when the thrill of living it is done…”
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Adrian asked Nikita, who was calling on her return from a regatta that had taken her half across the World and back, “Are you home? Niky it is nice to hear your voice, tell me how it went?”
Nikita was feeling a tremendous hunger for the solitude and comforts of home, “Adrian I am exhausted, is the house rented or do I need to stay on the boat?”
“No, it is empty. In fact it will be empty until next summer. Are you close by or do I have time to prepare you a proper meal?”
“I am within minutes of the house, the keel broke in the ‘You, Me…’and I had the boat dry docked. I am sorry, but can I get a rain check on the meal and see you tomorrow? I need to sleep.”
“Okay Niky, but I do miss you.”
“Adrian… we’ll talk tomorrow, and please let me call you when I wake up – I am not alone.”
“Oh, you brought friends home? Is it one of the Tattooed Girls or the famous Canadian World traveler?”
“No, my husband will be arriving tomorrow and we must discuss an annulment.”
With this pronouncement, Nikita hung up the cell phone and continued on her way to her home. She would soon be in the company of the dapper, yet equally tanned blond man who seemed to make Nikita laugh, but failed to do much more to her ego. So, after a nice long bath, Nikita relaxed and slept as fatigue overtook her and dreams crowded her sleep. Surprisingly, her last thoughts were of Michael Samuelle instead of the new spouse – she was not sure why the man who left so long before would come to her mind at such an inopportune time, but nevertheless she let herself dream of Michael.
Adrian ran to the lawn chairs by the shoreline that her husband occupied. George was smoking a cigar and night fishing, content in the knowledge that retirement could be so comfortable, even for a super spy like him. He was concerned when the suddenly agitated Adrian flopped down next to him and repeated the news of Nikita’s marriage, using explicates that she tended to avoid since Adrian was a woman of few words. A calm, cool and collected George took another drag of cigar smoke and manifested that it was time to bring Michael Samuelle back onboard.
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Helmut Vulkner hurried to his fiancée’s cottage with a spry in his step and a smile on his lips and a false sense of security. This was his second week as Nikita’s husband and he needed a place to hide, so the well situated and yet small European town the blonde wife lived in, fit his plans to a tee. Too bad he was already married to someone else and the marriage to Nikita was all a hoax, perpetuated by MI5’s need to hold something over the heads of the powerful Section One.
But the smile was not tied to his love life, but instead to his real purpose – preserving his family name even if it meant giving up his freedom in the process, for this he had promised his dying mother. Tonight, he had scored big with the heroin sale and the huge cache of weapons he recycled, and his father would surely be proud of his accomplishments. Perhaps this time the wheel-chair ridden old man would be prouder of Helmut than he was of Helmut’s annoying younger half-brother. Yes, Helmut’s mother would surely have been proud of her son, even if the old coot would never be.
Helmut was living a convoluted life running the family gun trade, selling heroin, being a playboy and a secret MI5 operative and now he was a polygamist – imagine that! But there was comfort in the knowledge that his brother’s eminent capture would release him of some of his MI5’s debt, and his blood cover with Nikita would release him of the remainder obligation. It made him happy to think that his ‘get out of jail card’ wife, Nikita was at least -- easy on the eyes. As Helmut turned the key to Nikita’s cottage back-door, the blast created by the charge not only killed Helmut, it set the house into a raging inferno and sent the blonde flying against the bedroom wall of windows.
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