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Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 170

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Date Posted: Sunday, December 12, 06:24:35pm
In reply to: Lynuslinus 's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 151 & forward" on Wednesday, October 20, 08:23:26pm

Nikita arrived back at Dalton’s villa and walked to their room; she swung open the door, not expecting to see Michael, but was surprised to find him lying on a sofa with his eyes closed. She shut the door quietly, placed her packages on a table and slipped off her coat. Michael opened his eyes and swung his feet to the floor.

“How was your shopping trip in town Nikita?”

“Good....I....I saw Dalton’s physician and have a supply of birth control pills now...a big supply,” she grinned.

“Oh...well...I apologize for being so direct about using protection...and you are correct...it is both our responsibility...did you....ahhh....I should have asked you to purchase more....ahhh....”

“I bought you some condoms Michael....the kind you like...big ones with ticklers....,” she teased.


“Joking....I also bought you a couple of light sweaters too....I liked the colour....blue....you wear too much black.”

“Perhaps....thank you for the sweaters and the....ahh....protection. You must be hungry...did you eat in town?”

“Yes, I had a great lunch and......”

“.....and what?”

Nikita walked up to Michael, reached for his hand, and dropped on the sofa beside him. “Let’s not argue anymore Michael....I hate it when we fight. I’m sorry for being such a pain....I just am starting to feel cooped up here....I really do need more to occupy my time.”

“What would you like to do?”

“Leave here....find our own place. I saw a beautiful cottage outside the village today and I’m sure there are more we could rent...or buy.”

“A cottage? I thought we would like more space....maybe a villa...not as large as this but....”

“I don’t care if it’s a villa or a cottage...just as long as it’s our space.”

“Soon Nikita.... soon....I just need a few more days of work on Dalton’s computer to access the mainframes of MI-6 and Interpol....it is best if I utilize his equipment now rather than wait to purchase our own.”

“Why is it so important to delve into their systems? If you have set up accounts and moved money for us...enough to purchase a place....why can’t we just use the money....so we can leave here?”

“You must be patient Nikita....we will leave soon....but I must determine if they are still hunting us and what their plans are.”

“Other people just disappear...without digging into realms of possibilities.”

“Hummmm....what do you mean - realms of possibilities?”

Nikita rose and walked to the patio window, staring out at the sea. “Nothing....I....nothing at all.”

Michael rose and started pulling off his sweater as he walked towards the bathroom. “I’m going to have a shower and change. Dalton is having an early dinner tonight and asked us to join him together with an old acquaintance of mine he has hired.”

“Acquaintance? Who?”

“We were at university together...his name is Rene Laval...we have some unpleasant past history I’d rather not remember, but Rene seems to want to forget the events.”

Nikita strutted up to Michael and grabbed his arm. “Okay, Michael Samuelle....spill....what past history?”

“Nothing...nothing really.”

“This is what drives me crazy about you Michael! I want to learn more about who and what you are but you are so damn controlled and private it.....!”

“Very well. We were both involved in some illegal student activities....smearing a local politician....my conscience got the best of me and I turned him in....he did some prison time.”

“Ouch! And he doesn’t want to get even?”

“No....we were very young and I think he realizes that....but....well, there is more....we were both involved with the same woman....she left him and we became....ahhh....involved.”

“Now this is getting good....finally you are talking about your old flames.”

“It was a very long time ago Nikita....I had actually forgotten about it all until seeing Rene again.”

“What was her name?”

“Simone....we were very young....it was all about males being the dominant, winning at all costs....ahhh....may I have my shower now?”

“I don’t get any details? That’s it....you steal the woman from a friend....you sure he doesn’t want to get revenge?”

“Why would he? He stated it was many years ago...while we were immature and young.”

Nikita strolled away and glanced back with a mischievous look on her face. “Hummmm....maybe he will attempt to steal back your woman....now...like, you took his, he’s going to take yours.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Is he cute?” she teased.

“Cute? I don’t know...do you mean good looking?”


“I couldn’t really say.”

“What time is dinner?” she grinned.

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