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Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 167

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Date Posted: Monday, November 29, 07:50:52pm
In reply to: Lynuslinus 's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 151 & forward" on Wednesday, October 20, 08:23:26pm

Dalton’s driver waited outside the physician’s office in the Portugese town of Faro, on the southern tip of the Algarve. Nikita emerged twenty minutes later clutching a prescription for her pills and directions to the nearest pharmacy. She slid into the car seat next to the driver and read out the street address for the pharmacy. As Nikita paced up and down in the store waiting for her prescription she thought to herself.

It is always the woman’s problem....dealing with birth control....let’s not kid ourselves.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the druggist called out her name....Josephine Bourne. After paying for a six month supply and a few other personal items, Nikita left the store. She wandered over to the waiting car and peered in the window.

“I want to spend some time shopping on my own....you can leave and I’ll get a taxi back to the villa.”

“That is not possible ma’am....I have been instructed to stay with you and deliver you back to Mr. Dalton’s villa.”

“Well, I’m changing your instructions....give me your cell number and I’ll call you when I want you to return to pick me up...understand.”

“Ahhhhhh....well, very well.” The man pulled out a notebook from the glove compartment and scribbled a number, handing it to Nikita.

“Good....thank you ....I should be three of four hours, then I’ll call you...okay.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The car pulled away, leaving Nikita standing in the street. She pulled out a local map she had purchased and examined her surroundings. Faro had a nice, shabbily lived in feel. Nikita started walking and entered the Renaissance Arco de Vila which cut through the ramparts of the old city. She smiled at the jumble of architectural styles, Gothic, Renaissance and Baroque. She had taken a architectural studies course earlier on at college but found it too boring - now she wished she had paid more attention. She continued wandering through the square and headed towards the main marina with beaches stretching into the distance on both sides. She sat on a bench and watched the boats bob up and down on their moorings in the marina.

I’ve got to reconcile things with Michael....I just wish he would trust me and let me know what he is working on...and the real reason he wants to remain at Dalton’s. If we have any future together....I must learn to not lose my temper....and not act like a whining female. He must hate that...I do, for gawd sake. I must trust him....I just want....but that’s the problem....this life I’ve decided to lead means I can’t want normal things.

Nikita rose and began ambling back towards the main square; she felt hungry. After walking for half and hour, she spotted a old, small picturesque house with a restaurant sign called the Dois Irmaos across from the main cathedral in the square. She strolled inside and was immediately greeted by a smiling waiter. He seated her at a window table and presented a menu. Nikita ordered a crab and clam soup with freshly baked bread and a glass of white wine. As she sat enjoying the soup, she glanced out the window at the people passing through the square; mainly tourists and some local vendors. She raised her wine glass to her lips - then stopped. Lowering the glass, she squinted at one particular person who was now entering the restaurant. Nikita stretched to get a better look.

No! Not possible....I’m imagining things.

Nikita continued eating her soup, savoring the taste with the steaming, fresh bread. She finished her wine and was reaching into her handbag for money to pay the bill when she felt the presence of someone standing behind her. Her hand reached deep in the bag for her revolver as she swung around.

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glad you let her finish lunchskMonday, November 29, 11:36:31pm
See what happens ....(r)Lady ETuesday, November 30, 12:02:42am
Uh oh. (NT)MichelleBTuesday, November 30, 08:04:47am

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