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Date Posted: Friday, September 02, 08:00:06am
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's message, "I Remember Sarah - Chapter 7 forward (NT)" on Sunday, August 21, 01:21:17am
Nikita Wirth Jones was chatting incessantly about mundane topics in a struggle to curb her anxiety – it was a reality, Michael made her nervous. She was basically babbling and delighting the handsome man with stories of his sister without realizing that he was wallowing in her enthusiastic joy. Michael Samuelle took life too seriously and saw the glass half-empty and the blonde beauty that was forced into his life saw the glass half-full.
They sat at a beautiful sea food restaurant called ‘Fishbone’ and drank green-apple martinis and shared ‘bacon wrapped encrusted scallops’ that Nikita assured Michael she could learn to make. The meal arrived and the conversation took a serious turn when the blonde asked Michael about his first deep blood cover mission. Immediately Nikita realized that the topic was obviously a sore subject with her companion, so she became apologetic and at the same time determined to get to the bottom of the scuttlebutt about the terrorist daughter.
She was subtle and flirty and felt more at ease with Michael when he was a little annoyed at her, rather than having the man pinning her with his inviting green stare. He was devastatingly handsome and knew that he exuded sex. Having brought up the mission insured Nikita the upper hand, and from that moment forward, Michael became less attentive.
The virile man successfully but politely put up all kinds of walls around himself that consequentially kept him safe from the agony of a broken heart. The meal became quieter, the conversation diminished and the topics were anything but personal from that moment forward. Her questions continued, his answers became abridged and the male seduction was narrowed down to his natural devastating incantation – let’s call it ‘His Michaelness’.
Nikita ordered desert, a crème based creation, while Michael ordered black coffee and excused himself when his cell phone rang. Center was calling the operative about an administrative matter and he could not answer their questions with other diners around. Nikita entertained herself by watching an exotic soft spoken woman and her little companion, a boy with the most beautiful dark eyes, laughing while they sat at a table next to the big windows facing the outside.
Nikita interchanged glances with the woman, who nodded subtly at the beautiful blonde. The boy then looked at Nikita; his impish smile revealing the deepest dimples and he shyly covered his face when Nikita’s husky voice greeted him. Michael returned to the table and explained in hushed tones about the call that involved a mission in the Volkans that had gone live and needed his approval.
As they were waiting for the valet to bring the car around, Nikita said, “I am sorry Michael, I didn’t mean to be nosey, but I thought you would want to share with me your past. After all tonight was life-altering, wouldn’t you say?”
The car arrived and Michael walked around the back of it and tipped the attendant before boarding it through the driver’s door, while Nikita entered through the open passenger door. As Michael was pulling away from the curb the exotic woman and the boy waved at Nikita from the restaurant entrance while a very elegant lady standing next to them picked the boy up in her arms and the three walked away from Michael’s car. Nikita fascinated by the boy noticed how he un-rested his head from the woman’s shoulder and smiled at a mesmerized Nikita.
At that moment Nikita blurted out, “Did you have a son with Simone?”
Michael answered in his usual way, “Simone was never pregnant.”
She felt the warm feeling of the milk escaping her nipples and the tightness of her skin around her breast and she sighed asking, “How much longer before we get home?”
Michael was taking a shortcut Nikita didn’t recognize because he wanted to drop off the inquisitive woman at the house as quickly as possible, so he answered, “In about 30 minutes, why?”
She laughed, “My breasts are killing me.”
He suddenly stopped the car in front of a tot-lot and said as he got out, “Your bag is in the trunk and you have a breast pump in there.”
As he walked around the car she smiled, Nikita was happy that he cared about his niece’s wellbeing and she invoked Sarah to give her the patience to overlook his otherwise morose ways. He was back behind the wheel in a flash after giving her an embroidered baby blanket and the manual breast pump she kept in her bag. As he started the car, she arranged herself to start pumping the breast milk and almost had a heart attack when she spotted under a streetlight the little boy from the Restaurant sitting on a swing with his exotic mom.
Nikita turned completely around, not taking her eyes off the boy whom looked back at her and smiled, she asked Michael, “What time is it?”
“10:00” He answered and Nikita thought it was very late for any child to be in the park.
Nikita insisted in her interrogation as she pumped away, “Then Adam was your only child?”
Michael stepped harder on the gas pedal, she was relentless and he knew she was not going to give up, “Yes.”
“Hmm, can you tell me about him?”
Michael decided that it was time to take back control of the conversation and of Nikita and shocking her seemed the best way to accomplish the difficult task of shutting her up, “Not now.” And then, “I think it is about time we get to know each other in the biblical sense. Tell me about your sexual experience.”
“How clinical…” She figured two could play at this game, so pointing to an obvious ‘House of the Raising Sun’ said, “See that motel over there, why don’t you pull in there and I’ll show you my resume.”
If Michael was shocked he didn’t show it and calling her bluff he pulled into the registration area of the surprisingly groovy sleazy motel, got out of the car and went in to rent a room. Immediately the motel’s ‘Vacant’ sign went dark and panic started overtaking Nikita as she realized that she was about to consummate the mission without being romanced or valentined. In other words, she was going to be f**ked in more ways than one and no one was going to thank her for it.
She was thinking back to the last time she had sex and realized it had also been during a mission. Alex Chandler was a handsome man, suave and debonair, but still a child slaver who Nikita had gotten great pleasure in watching him burn to death. She put away her pump, dried her breasts as Sarah spoke to her from the back seat of the car.
“This is a fine mess you have gotten yourself into,” Sarah joked. “Stop asking me for patience, I can’t dispense that even if I thought you needed it, which I don’t.”
Nikita did not turn around, but answered her, “Sarah, who is the child I keep seeing?”
Sarah answered matter-of-factly, “That’s Adam, but don’t change the subject. Why are you so crazed tonight badgering Michael with subjects he obviously doesn’t want to discuss?” She pause, “What possessed you to dare Michael to turn in here?”
Nikita could see Michael approaching the car so she answered quickly, “You and all your friends have possessed me that is whom… Sarah?” Sarah was gone for now.
“We got room 3-B, it has a brand new king size bed in the shape of an “O”, the attendant’s description not mine.” Pause, “And a Jacuzzi.” Michael said as he drove the 100 feet to the front of a bright pink cabin.
“Great.” Nikita uttered, as Michael smiled to himself and parked.
“Should I carry you through the threshold?” He innocently asked.
“Of this joint? I think this is where you bring illicit rendezvous to fruition.”
“You chose it and I complied. Tell me, are you opened to any suggestions?”
Yep, she thought, she was starting to panic, “Don’t tell me you are kinky.”
Michael gave a purposely-reproaching look and said, “I suggest you put the breast milk in the servi-bar.”
Embarrassed as to where her mind was she commented, “Oh I see - you didn’t want to know what I could do for you?”
“Everything in its proper time Nee-kee-tah.” He said in his knee wobbling way as he walked through the door of the spotless red carpeted and velvet ‘themed’ room with Nikita close behind, “The manager tells me they just finished with the remodeling this morning, we are the first guests to enjoy the suite.”
She walked around in total disbelief and hit a switch that made the soft music play, the lights dimmer the Jacuzzi bubble and the television turn on to a porno flick in progress, “How much did this set you back?”
Michael ignored her and sat on a gilded throne holding a crystal bowl of brightly colored foil wrapped condoms as he ordered, “Perform for me, strip – s-l-o-wly.”
In a room, way up in heaven, Simone, Chuck, Mowen, Jamie and Gail were getting ready to watch in a big screen television, Nikita and Michael’s first sexual encounter. There were plenty of refreshments and a half-finished poker game at a table behind them. The friends jockeyed for the best seat to the show that promised to be exquisite – after all Michael was a master at lovemaking and he would make Nikita purr. Sarah walked into the celestial room and when she realized what was being projected on the screen - the room her brother had just rented, she put her foot down and scolded those gathered there to watch the anticipated event.
“Wait, wait, wait. What do you think you are doing? We are not watching that, Ewww.” She moved towards the screen.
Simone warned her, “Are you kidding Sarah? You will have to KILL us all over again to stop us from enjoying this function. I know what your brother is capable of doing to a woman and I want to watch the master at play one more time.”
Sarah protested as her husband Chuck took her outside to cool off, while the voyeur spooks sat back to enjoy the show. After all, they were ghosts not angels and it was their turn to do as they saw fit; watching Michael valentine Nikita was just as perfect as anything could get. Simone rationalized that she was sure this was what heaven was for – wallowing in perfection and total rapturous joy. ‘Let the show begin!’
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