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Date Posted: Wednesday, August 25, 08:57:51pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 129 and forward" on Sunday, August 22, 06:05:27pm
As the Mercedes streaked over the rain soaked road, Nikita put her arm around Michael’s shoulder.
“That went very smoothly....should I be getting worried about how well things are going.”
“Our lives depend on vigilance Nikita. We should stop for the night in Tende and proceed in the morning.”
“Sounds great to me. Shall I check the motor guide for hotels?”
“Yes.”
Nikita scanned the automobile travel directory, and looked up grinning. “Well, that’s easy...the Hotel du Centre....there’s only one hotel in Tende...but there is a gold star restaurant...the Auberge Tendasque...sounds excellent.”
“Good...we need to eat.”
Nikita started laughing. “Michael ...you are so pragmatic....you must realize that to eat with someone you love is paramount to making love.”
Michael’s head swung over quickly to look at Nikita, then back to the rain soaked road. “Ahhhh...yes...you are right...of course....I must try....thank you Nikita....for being you.” A small smile appeared on his face.
After checking into the only hotel in Tende, Michael and Nikita darted through the rain across the road to the Auberge restaurant. Nikita sat studying the menu as Michael looked around at the six other patrons in the restaurant.
“Have you decided what you want to eat Michael?”
“Hummmmmm.....?”
“The menu...you haven’t looked at it...what do you want to eat?”
“You choose.”
“Very well...but no complaints if you don’t like my choice.” She smiled.
“I trust your decision....only no parsnips please.”
“What!......ha! A new bit of information...no nasty parsnips....slowly more information emerges from you Michael.....now, on the parsnips - I agree totally!”
The waiter arrived and Nikita ordered for them both in addition to picking out a bottle of Bordeaux red wine. As they sat waiting for their meal to arrive, Nikita reached for Michael’s hand.
“You are worried....why? Cause things are going so well...no hint of Gelner’s men or Quinn tracking us.”
Michael sighed. “I will be glad when we reach Portugal....there we can relax somewhat....without being suspicious of everyone.”
“We’ll be fine Michael...you are too good at what you do....they’ll never find us.”
The waiter arrived and uncorked the wine, letting Nikita taste the bouquet. She nodding and smiled. As he poured the wine, another waiter arrived with the first part of their meal, placing the steaming bowls before them.
“Bon apetite!”
“Thank you,” nodded Michael.
“Hope you like my selection Michael.”
“Hummmm....onion soup with gratin topping and what have we here,” he said.
“A shepherd’s salad with goat’s cheese and ...well, you’ll have to wait to see what’s for the main course,” she grinned.
“Excellent...I am hungry.”
After the waiter removed the empty soup and salad dishes, he presented the main course of duck breast in a raisin sauce with steamed vegetables. The couple ate ravenously and as Nikita finished the remains of her meal, she looked up and sipped her wine.
“I’m going to put on pounds eating like this....and that meal we had at Verono’s!,” exclaimed Nikita.
“You need to eat more regular meals....we get too caught up in our....”
“....our personal mission?”
“Yes.”
“I still would like to start doing some exercises...some running perhaps....I’d become accustomed to a fitness schedule....I miss it.”
“When we reach Portugal....after we settle in...you can start again. Then, we can eat regular meals....both start a fitness training schedule, if you’d like.”
“Wonderful! Oh....I forgot to ask. The car...do you like it?”
“The Mercedes...yes...why do you ask?”
“Oh nothing...but maybe I can drive it too.”
“Of course.”
“I must admit, I sort of miss my little Porsche....sitting all by itself in London...never to be seen by me again I guess.”
“I’ll arrange for a new Porsche for you once we get settled in Portugal....I know you like fast cars.”
Nikita grinned across the table at Michael. “Yes...fast cars and fast men.”
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