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Date Posted: Sunday, August 22, 06:41:09pm
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's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 129 and forward" on Sunday, August 22, 06:05:27pm
The silver Mercedes Kompressor raced along the autostrade towards Torino. The earlier light rain had turned into a heavy downpour; making visibility difficult on the rain soaked expressway. Nikita glanced over at Michael; his eyes were riveted to the road.
“Michael....why don’t we go into Torino...have something to eat...maybe the rain will let up a bit, then we can continue.”
“We need to by-pass Torino, then head south to Cuneo....the highway to the border into France is a very winding one....people will try to avoid it in this weather. It leads through a mountain tunnel and the border crossing closes at 1800 hours.”
“You want to arrive at the border just before closing time so the border guards wouldn’t spend too much time checking us, right.”
“Yes. Once in France, we can go to Nice, or if you prefer, into Monaco.”
“Where ever you prefer, Michael.”
“The road from the border south is very mountainous and winding....we should perhaps find a hotel once we are inside France, then proceed south in the morning....you could do some shopping perhaps...in Monaco....the shopping you couldn’t do in Milan.”
Nikita smiled and reached over to stroke Michael’s leg. “We both could use some new clothes.”
The rain streaked down the Mercedes windscreen as Michael and Nikita sat in the car, watching the border crossing for the Col de Tende. They had stopped briefly in Cuneo for a quick snack, then hurried towards the designated crossing to watch - and wait. Michael stroked Nikita’s hand; his eyes watching the empty border crossing.
“We should have bought a couple of cd’s Michael...a little music would help pass the time.”
“Yes, sorry....and no radio reception here in the mountains.” He glanced at his watch. “Less than half hour, then we go.”
Nikita leaned back in the plush leather seat and closed her eyes. She felt her body tingle with the feel of Michael’s hand stroking hers.
(('How different my life has become....being together with him.....on the run. But each day with Michael is special....what did I say one time.....I’d be willing to die, if I could live, really live for just one day. Well, I’ve had more wonderful days than ever imaginable. Oh my gawd! I love h im....so much it hurts....and it scares the hell outta me.....'))
Nikita’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the powerful Mercedes engine starting up as Michael steered the vehicle towards the border crossing. The French border officials were scurrying about in the heavy rain and glancing at their watches. Michael pulled the car up to the border kiosk and sat holding their false passports. An exasperated French officer darted from the main building, back to the customs booth.
“Monsieur, we are closing this crossing now!”
Michael spoke in french to the official. “It was my understanding the crossing did not close until 1800 hours....it is some five minutes before that time.”
“Yes! Yes, very well...give me your passports!”
Michael handed the official the passports as Nikita stared straight ahead. The official glanced briefly at the documents, and stamped an entry date on each one. He quickly handed them back to Michael.
“Now, go, please....we are closing!”
Michael took the passports and nodded. He handed them to Nikita, pressed a button to close the window and gunned the car. The Mercedes shot off into the rain, heading into France.
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