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Date Posted: Tuesday, October 05, 07:03:39pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 129 and forward" on Sunday, August 22, 06:05:27pm
After paying for their meal, Michael and Nikita started to head back to their hotel room. Nikita reached for Michael’s hand.
“Hey, let’s go for a walk on the beach....walk off the dinner and get some fresh air...we’ve been driving all day and the air will do us both good.”
“It’s very cool out and possibly raining again.”
“Come on, let’s grab our jackets and go for it Michael,” she grinned.
They returned to the room, scooped up their winter jackets and quickly changed into outdoor footwear. When they wandered out the front door of the hotel, Nikita looked up at the stars overhead.
“Wonderful! The rain has stopped....come on Michael....let’s go for a run on the beach!”
Michael grabbed Nikita’s arms. “Whoa....digest that squid first....I think a fast walk will be enough.”
“Oh alright! But I so miss going for runs...when we settle in ....let’s promise each other to go for a run every morning.”
They walked arm in arm down to the beach; Nikita rested her head on Michael’s shoulder. Walking up to the water’s edge, they paused to watch the pounding surf. In the distance, a buoy light flashed and danced on the water’s surface. Michael reached up to point out the various star constellations in the sky.
“My goodness Michael, is there something you don’t know about!” exclaimed Nikita.
“Sorry....didn’t mean to sound off....astronomy was a boyhood passion of mine.”
“I love to hear about everything you know....and more about you as a boy....like your first girlfriend, perhaps,” she teased..
“Hummmm....can’t remember....”
“I bet!” She leaned over and kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear over the pounding surf.
“I...I want to make love to you tonight Michael....please let me love you...like the time at the cabin.”
Michael said nothing; he stood staring out at the sea, his arms around Nikita.
“Michael?”
He pulled back and took her hand. “We should head back to the room....I want to try another procedure on the laptop....attempt to locate the wagon lit man in Monte Carlo.”
As they began walking back up the beach in silence, Nikita stopped suddenly and pulled Michael to her body.
“Why can’t we talk about this....if I’m being too sexually aggressive...if you don’t like women who take charge....if you prefer passive women....please tell me Michael!”
Michael took Nikita’s face in his hands. “You are perfect....everything about you....and ....when I feel we are safe....I will be delighted to have you take total control of me....but not now Nikita.”
She pulled away and began walking towards the hotel. “I don’t understand you Michael....what difference is there if I love you....give you pleasure....we give each other great pleasure now!” She turned to face him. “.....but I want to feel you....taste you....drive you over the edge of multiply orgasms....why....!”
Michael grasped her arm. “I know Nikita....but....you must understand....it is who I am....and until I feel we are safe, I must not let you become my weakness....I must remain alert...I must remain in control...at all times.”
She pulled from his grasp. “Yes...I understand....Mr. Control! Be in charge....you ever stop to think, it might be a turn on for me too!”
She stormed up to the entrance of the hotel and disappeared inside. Michael paused outside and looked around; there were no other hotel patrons - no people at all.
When Nikita reached the room, she inserted the key and slammed the door; she began pulling off her clothes and headed for the bathroom. She stood looking at herself in the mirror, brushing her teeth.
(('Oh my gawd Nik! What an immature idiot you are! What is the matter with me....why did I say those things to him.....I can’t stopping thinking about sex....the man is perfectly correct...our lives depend on his expertise at keeping us alive....and if his keeping control over his physical and emotional needs will keep us alive.....Oh....I’m such a bloody idiot!'))
Nikita thoughts were interrupted with the sound of the hotel door closing; Michael walked to the bathroom door and whispered.
“Nikita....I am taking the laptop to an all night internet cafe....I’m going to try another attempt at tracing the wagon lit man in Monte Carlo. There is no internet connection here so I must try at the café.”
Nikita quickly pulled on her lingerie dressing gown and emerged from the bathroom.
“But you’re exhausted Michael...must you?”
“Yes....I’ll only work for an hour or so....you get some sleep....you can drive tomorrow.”
Nikita reached for his hand. “......ahhhhh....Michael....I’m sorry for what I said....I’m embarrassed actually....I know you are only trying to keep us safe....it’s just....well, sometimes I can’t control how I feel....I’ve never felt this way about anyone before and......”
“I know Nikita....” He kissed her forehead. “....and....soon....I will cherish having you....make the most wonderful love to me.”
She smiled. “You mean....have my wicked way with you....completely.”
“Yes....now get some sleep.”
Michael left the hotel room and walked along the street to an all night internet café. He ordered a cup of green tea and connected his laptop to a connection. Soon he was online and typing codes to access his worm program.
Meanwhile at an MI-6 tracking room in London, a weary technician stirred and reached for his cold cup of coffee as a warning signal alerted him to the IP web socket on Michael’s computer in Spain coming online. The technician immediately commenced a trace through the MI-6 satellite, and began triangulation on the computer’s location. The technician grinned, “Gotcha this time matey!”
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