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Dealing to a Stranger


© Copyright: ado (2012, work in progress)

Dealing to a Stranger


Wednesday the 31st of October


“Playing number two, changing a thousand,” Kim said as she picked up the bills after counting them in front of her customer. She used the pusher and stuffed them in the currency hopper before turning back to count out his chips.

“I heard number 2 and changing a G Kim,” the pit boss Missy said, standing a few steps away marking the entry in her ledger.

“Thank you Little Orphan Annie,” Kim flung over her shoulder, smiling broadly as she started taking chips out of her tray. She deftly stacked the chips into a larger group before breaking them into smaller stacks of 5 chips each, letting the customer see the count also.

“I’m Wednesday. Wednesday from the Addam’s Family. Don’t make me come over there and kick you in the kneecap, let me borrow your step and I’ll be able to reach higher,” Kim retorted with mock indignation.

Kim finished counting and then showed the customer with a hand flourish. She restacked the smaller piles of chips, into two larger ones. Then she pushed them to her new customer.

“Isn’t little 10 year old Wednesday a lot taller?” She started to offer 4 foot 11 inch tall Missy her dealer’s platform, but even her hands stopped pushing his chips when she looked into his eyes. He had the bluest, blue eyes she had ever seen. They looked electric blue, it was like they glowed a bright blue. Kim didn’t hear Missy’s retort to her about getting another endless reference to her diminutive height. She was lost in his eyes, her heart stared pounding in her chest, she couldn’t stop staring at them. Something grabbed her soul, it was like turning a light on in a pitch black room, she came alive. Each heartbeat the first, the smoked filled air of the main floor tasted as sweet as a flowered alpine pass. The noise from the machines and the people faded around her, nothing mattered but his smile and those gorgeous eyes. She was frozen in place, unable to move, she fell in love so fast it was like being hit by a truck. She jerked her hands away from his chips when his hands touched hers. It was like she had been mildly shocked.

“Sorry,” he said, “these are mine, right?” He pulled the chips she had just released halfway across the table, towards him. Looking down, he broke eye contact.

Kim jerked out of her trance when he looked down. She almost fell off the box step she had to stand on to be able to reach across the table. She felt light headed. She took a deep breath, her hands visibly shook as she started to cut, then shuffling her deck, she looked back up at him. He was watching her. The half decks of cards she held in each hand sprayed across the table, instead of neatly joining together like they had thousands, tens of thousands of times before.

“You must be as new at this as I am, how do I play this game?”

“What?” Kim stammered as she tried to capture the escaped deck.

“I’ve never played this game, what’s the objective?” He reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a pair of sunglasses. Sliding them on, he covered up his extraordinary eyes.

Kim mentally slapped herself as he looked back at her. She seemed to almost still be able to make out his eyes behind the mirrored lens of the glasses. She wanted to reach over and take the sunglasses from him. To become lost in them again, she had to actually mentally will her body not to do just that. Her knees still felt weak, she managed to take another deep breath as she pushed the two deck halves together, neatly this time. She could almost feel the heat of passion from him, a warm glow of safety, mano perfectus, the perfect man sat just feet from her, smiling at her.

“Do you know how to play poker,” she managed to stammer praying that he knew that much so he wouldn’t leave her table?

“Yes Kim,” he said, “pairs, straights, flushes, and so on,” he smiled.

She inwardly sighed with relief, Kim wanted to crawl up on the table and kiss him. Rationality slowly came back, “Well, this is the same, sort of. You will get dealt three cards. High card wins, then a pair, three card straight, three card flush, three of a kind, 3 card straight flush, then a three card royal flush.” Explaining the game helped her keep her mind and body from going around and dragging him from Sam’s Town’s Casino. Kim pointed at some printing in front of his spot on the table, “That is the table ante, 10 dollar bet minimum per hand up to the maximum of 1000 per deal.” She pointed at the yellow circle with the word ‘pair’ printed inside the circle, “That is a side bet, if you play that you must have at least a pair to win. The payout is one to one for a pair. 3 to one for a straight, 5 to one for a flush, 40 to one for three of a kind, 100 to one for a straight flush, 500 to one for a royal, the payouts are printed next to your chips.” He smiled at her again, her heart skipped a beat and started hammering again, “I have to have at least a queen high as one of my cards or you win automatically, so even if you have a really bad hand, you still might win the table bet if I can’t get at least a queen.”

“You do have the option,” she continued with her explanation as her racing heart slowed, “to fold your hand. If you decide to play the hand, then you have to match the ante bet. If you’re feeling froggy,” she smiled a coy smile at him, “you can match the ante bet before I deal and do a blind hand, the payout doubles then, but not on the pair bet, it still pays the regular payout. Pretty simple, huh?”

He gave her a big smile, “I’m game, let’s see how lucky I’ll be tonight.” He placed a 25 dollar ante bet, two 5 dollar chips on the pair bet and then picked up another 25 dollar chip and placed it in the play square. “Do you know what your name means?”

“My name?” she questioned as she pushed the deal button on the machine next to her. She loading the other deck into the its’ hopper at the top of the machine as it started spitting out hands. The machine seemed to take a few seconds longer to start dropping the cards, she would tell Missy later and have the unit replaced or looked at.

“Kimberly,” he said pointing at her name tag as she slid his cards under the play’s chip.

“Now don’t look at those till I have sorted my hand. No, what does my name mean?”

“It’s old Scottish for ‘King’s Garden’.”

She wished, girlishly, that he were a king and would come around and pick her so they could go somewhere, anywhere and he would spend the rest of the night tasting her fruits. Kim flipped her cards, looking in horror at the pair of aces and the 4 of spades in her hand. She reached out, her hand shook slightly again, she flipped up a 6 of diamonds, the next a two of diamonds, she prayed hard to the Casino Gods. They answered her prayers for once, the last card was a king of diamonds.

“You won,” she squealed loudly! She looked triumphantly at his winning hand.

“Well Kim, pay the man his winnings, it’s your break time,” touted Missy, Wednesday Addams, Little Orphan Annie, Kim hadn’t felt or heard them approach her table. 6 foot 5 inch Wayne towered next to Missy waiting to take Kim’s place as the relief dealer for her 20 minute break. Kim paid out 10 reds for the pair bet, 2 greens each for the blind ante and the play. She reluctantly stepped off the step, pushed it with a foot under the table and gave Wayne her table after sweeping the deck across the dealer’s position, cards face down.

“Don’t you dare go anywhere, I have to take a break, I’ll be back in 20 minutes,” she said breathlessly with a smile.

He smiled back at her, “I’ll be here Kim.”

Missy touched her elbow as she stepped away from the table, letting Wayne take over, “Are you OK Kim?”

“No Missy,” she whispered back to her, “I think I’m in love.”


“Relax Missy, I know policy.” Both of the women looked over at Wayne’s customer.

“He is a cutie.” Missy said back to her, “A big cutie.”

“Keep your hands off, you’re a married woman, remember.” Kim pointing at the ‘Eye in the Sky’ security cameras sprinkled across the ceiling’s expanse, “And, you so much as wink at him and they’re gonna record one hell of a cat fight. Please don’t let him leave Missy, please? I’m begging you as a friend just this one time. If he loses then comp him 200 bucks, I’ll hit the ATM and make it good, just this one time, Missy. Please keep him here. Please?”


Both women looked back over at the person on the other side of Wayne, “Don’t blame me Kim, I tried to warn you. If he does leave, I’ll have Mike follow him, but just out into the parking lot Kim. And, just this one time.”

Kim kissed the top of Missy’s fake Wednesday Addams’ black, polyester wig, she looked over her shoulder, he was smiling at her, “I love ya Little Orphan Annie.” She floated off to the employee’s break room.

Missy said to Kim’s retreating back, “It’s WEDNESDAY ADDAMS, dammit!” She turned back to the guy opposite of Wayne, she smiled and gave him a wink. He smiled a crooked smile back at her, before watching Wayne play his cards.


It was the longest break she had ever had since she started working at the casino for the last 10 years. She had started here a few months after she had turned 21, each second now seemed like her entire lifetime was passing again. She couldn’t stop thinking about him, he filled her. Every other break she had, had been a blessing, able to rest her feet, grab a bite to eat, take a much needed potty break. This one was pure hell on very slow, rusty wheels. She had been hungry before, now she couldn’t take a bite of the power bar in her locker. Her stomach seemed filled with psychotic butterflies. Some of the other dealers had tried to speak to her about this or that. She finally had to escaped to a restroom stall just be alone with her thoughts. She tried so desperately to collect herself, strengthen her resolve, she would close her eyes and his would be there, glowing brightly back at her. She took her purse out of her locker, going to a sink, she washed her face with cold water, hoping that would help. The TV in the corner droned on about a quarter of a million people fleeing before a series of fires in California, she ignored their sufferings. After re-applying her make-up, she looked at herself in the mirror, assessing. It was over-kill, she washed her face again with the water turned to the coldest setting. She forced herself to put on as little as possible, to look as plain as possible, a whole 4 minutes sluggishly crept by. 2 of the last 8 minutes were spent pacing the balcony area to the hotel’s buffet. Kim looked down onto the slots below her, watching to make sure he didn’t walk by. She couldn’t see the gaming tables from here. Kim went down early.

Kim moved quickly through the holiday crowded floor, flashing, blinking machines, hundreds of people, some even dressed up for the Halloween in costumes. Everything, and one, blocked her vision of the table she did all but run too. Her heart pounded in her chest, she reached a point where she could see Wayne standing at an empty table. A hundred tons of lead smashed her heart flat. The warm glow inside her seemed to wink out, replaced by the coldest cold she ever felt. She started looking for him, seeking him. She took as much time as she could, searching the crowded floor, dragging herself back into the hell of her old life, alone, being alone. She crossed between two semi-full Blackjack tables into the pit area. Missy looked up and smiled at her as she passed around the pit bosses’ stand. Wayne’s bulk had hidden the stack of chips still there and the chair’s back leaning against her table. Her heart decided that this was a very good time to start racing and jump into her throat.

Missy poked her side, “Had Mike make sure he didn’t get lost coming back from the restroom. Even had Mike show him the way there when he asked where it was.”

Missy caught Kim’s elbow before she could relieve Wayne, “Be careful girlfriend, I’ve seen that look you have on your silly face before. It was on mine before a goddamn bastard slapped it off me. If it’s too good to be true, then it usually is.”

“Thanks Missy, I owe ya, I owe you big time.”

Missy grabbed her elbow again, “Big Brother is always watching, everything, everywhere. If you start something, you better damn well take it out of here, understand? I can only do so much.” She turned and picked something off her stand, “He didn’t have a player’s card, shame on you.” She looked at Kim again, “I copied down all his ID data. I’ll just hold on to it till the next time I see you. Give these back to him when he gets back, I want all the dirt, OK?” Missy held his ID and the casino’s player’s comp card up in front of Kim.

“Done Missy,” she took the two cards, “I usually don’t kiss and tell, but I owe you this time.”

Kim almost floated back to her table, she poked Wayne in the back, “Take a break Big Guy.”

He chided her, “Your soon to be love toy went to the potty.”

Kim looked over at Missy, saw her take one of the fake, black, pigtails of the Wednesday Addam’s costume and use it to hide her eyes as she jotted another entry into her notebook.

“How did he do Wayne?”

“Lost maybe two or three, won on about five, must be 3 or 4 ahead. Plays damn funny, just keeps doing blind hands, seems to work for him though.”

“I got it.”

Wayne swept the deck across the table and started towards the next table down the line to relieve them for their break. “Have fun tonight Kim,” he said over his shoulder, “I’ll give you more hell in about an hour, ” he laughed.

Kim glared back over at Missy, she still held up the pigtail blocking her eyes, but not the huge smile she wore.


Kim glanced down at his picture ID/driver’s license. Samuel Oscar Stranger, his eyes even seemed to glow in the ID’s picture. Baltimore Maryland, the date of birth had to be in error, she did the math in her head, 59 years old. She would have bet her life he was maybe just into his mid 30s, maybe closer to her age of 31. She put both the ID and the casino’s card next to his chips.

She looked up just in time to see him walk around the end of a bank of quarter slots. An older lady played an end machine there, he said something to her, the lady said something back. He stopped, talking to the lady, they both laughed, he stroked the lady’s shoulder and then patted the slot machine twice. He went to the short steps leading down from the half floor. He had taken maybe three or four before looking back over his shoulder at the lady as she pulled the slot’s handle. By the time he reached the floor two steps later, the lights went off on the machine the lady was playing. The clanging of a jackpot could be heard where Kim stood. He glanced again over his shoulder, smiling as the lady danced around the machine. His head turned to Kim from 50 feet away, his smile broadened, white teeth flashed in humor. 10 feet from her table he pulled his sunglasses back out, slipping them on as he took his seat after readjusting the leaning chair.

“You must be a mean dealer, no one wants to play with you,” he said as he placed the same bet he had on their first and only hand together.

Kim fought fire with fire, “I only play with the best.”

He pulled down his sunglasses with one hand as he lost miserably to her hand, his blue eyes looked at her over the top of the glasses. “Maybe I should go and find a kiddie table before you clean me out.”

“Suit yourself, aahhh Mister…..” Kim baited him.

He placed the same bet, then picked up the comp card and his ID. He slipped the comp card in his shirt pocket, pulled out a billfold and slid the ID into it before putting it back in his pocket. “Stranger. Please no stranger jokes, I think I have heard them all. How about calling me Sam? Sam I am.”

She took a baby step out onto the branch, “Sam sounds wonderful to me,” she had to wait on the machine again, it seemed to take longer before it dealt another hand.

“So ‘Sam I Am’, what do you do for a living besides losing at poker?” She flipped her hand, then she turned over his. In three years of dealing three card stud she had pushed maybe 50 times, but never like this. They had the same cards, only opposite.. He had the 2 of hearts and the 8 of hearts with the queen of clubs. She had the 2 of clubs and the 8 of clubs with the queen of hearts.

He smiled at her, “Think they’ll notice if we switch cards? Looks like I need a Queen of Hearts.”
She didn’t take her eyes off herself mirrored in his lenses as she knocked the table twice as a sign of a push, picked up his pair bet and then raked his hand to hers. Kim looked down to collect the cards and shook, her hand now had the queen of clubs in it, she pushed his hand back open exposing the cards, but trying to hide them from the overhead cameras. The queen of hearts was safely tucked between the 2 and the eight. She quickly collected all the cards on the table.

“Well, looks like you helped me find her,” he smiled that wonderful, mischievous smile like he had when he came down the stairs.

“Anybody need a drink here,” a waitress asked?

He said, “I think we both could use one, unfortunately she can’t have one, a double Bailey’s Irish Cream, straight up, no ice please.” He picked up two chips, turned, placing the 25 dollar green chips on the waitress’ tray.

He turned back to the still stunned Kim as the waitress thanked him profusely and left, “I make people happy.”


“You asked me what I did for a living Kim. I make people happy, that’s my job. It’s a shitty job, but somebody’s got to do it.” He gave a small chuckle, “In actuality, it is a pretty fun job to have, some people are a little tougher than others, but… ” He made the same blind bet, tapped the play chip twice with a finger, a jackpot alarm went off behind him.

He smiled at her as she looked over his shoulder, the same lady that had hit a jackpot a few minutes before was now dancing around the same flashing machine. The floor boss that had just paid her jackpot, a few feet away, looked at the machine in astonishment.

Screw climbing out on a limb, she flung herself off the tree, “You did that, didn’t you.”

He placed both hands to his chest, “Moi? Prove it, I didn’t move an inch. If you’ll notice, I haven’t even touched a card hand since I sat down here, that includes the ones Wayne dealt too me.”

Kim’s hands shook slightly as she handed out the next hand. She turned hers over and had a pair of 4s with a king of diamonds. She tentatively turned over his first card, queen of spades, then the ace of spades, she already knew what the next one would be before turning it over. “Missy, paying a royal flush,” she said before revealing the king of spades.

Missy came over to look at the hand and ensure the payout. “Why aren’t you the lucky one tonight Mr. Stranger, congratulations.”

“It’s not me tonight Missy, Kim is being the lucky one for me.”

“Well Kimberly, you just keep on being lucky for Mr. Stranger, he certainly seems to be enjoying himself tonight, wouldn’t want his lucky streak to end now, would we?” Missy stayed till Kim paid out the 5 purple chips, then Missy went back to the books to mark her ledger. The waitress came up with his drink. He took the drink, the proffered napkin, picked up a purple chip and placed it on the waitress’ tray.

“Sir..,” she started to say.

“Yes, I know what it is Ma’am, and it’s yours now.”

“Bless you Sir,” she started to walk away with her full tray till another table made some noise about her not giving them their drinks. The waitress did a graceful turn and quickly went over to the demanding table, passing out the rest of the drinks on her tray.

‘Sam I Am’ picked up one purple chip and dropped it into his shirt pocket, “At least I should break even huh,” he said to Kim. He picked up the last three thousand dollars in purple chips and placed them in front of Kim.

“I’m not sure I should take that,” she said as he collected the other four green chips he had won on the hand.

“Why not Kim?”

“I don’t know how you did it, but you did something.”

“I didn’t do a thing Kim, I never touched the cards. You cut the deck the customary time, you then shuffled them. After the machine sorted them you handed them out and turned them over. I’m very sure they are not only reviewing the recording of that hand, but every one I have had since I walked into this establishment. You have done absolutely nothing wrong and I haven’t touched a single card.”

“But,” she started as she placed the three chips in the dealer’s, joint tip holder.

“Do you think that Mrs. Parsons, the lady that won the two jackpots hasn’t spent at least twice what she won tonight over the last ten years of her coming here. She has never won a jackpot till tonight, her luck was due, I just sort of helped it along. You had better deal a hand or they might wonder why you are not. I’ll make sure I slowly lose all the chips I have before me. I’ll not leave here with a single penny that I didn’t come in with. I just plan to redistribute their profits somewhat.”

Kim dealt out the next hand, before she turned over her hand, “Is it my night to be happy?” She wanted to hear the right answer, she desired a yes with all her heart, just one single night.

“I said earlier, some are easy to please, some are a lot more complicated.”

She turned her hand, a king, a four, and a three. She turned his, a king, a four and a two, she reluctantly collected all his chips. He promptly replaced the bets, tipping her two green chips.

It was like a black cloth dropped over her life, smothering her in endless darkness, “Guess that is a very polite way of saying no.”

She cut, shuffled the cards and was passing out a new hand when he answered, “I don’t make people happy for just a night Kimberly, I make people happy for the rest of their lives. To be happy for just one night means you will always be looking backwards to that one time. No one I have ever made happy has looked backwards unless they are saying to themselves, ‘That was when everything changed’.” He lost the hand, again he tipped her 50 dollars.

She dealt another hand and he won with a straight, she paid out the four green chips and 6 red ones. He took all of them and placed them in front of her keeping his original bet only, then tipped her 50 dollars more.

“Are you married Sam?”

He held out his ringless left hand, “No, I was once very close. She died in an aircraft accident a long time ago.”

“I’m sorry Sam.”

“Yeah, I am also, but then I wouldn’t be here now. I would never have met you.” Kim dealt a new hand, she didn’t even wait for his approval, she played his hand for him. His pair beat her hand, he pushed the chips he won at her, then tipped her another 2 green ones again.

Kim broke the house rules then, she caught his right hand as he was pulling it back. The fourth finger had a big gold ring with a large, blood red stone, she looked at the ring. It caught the overhead lights and flashed a glowing red twice before going back to a deep, bottomless red.

He gently pulled his hand from hers, he looked at the ring closely.

She dealt out another hand as he still stared intently at the ring. The waitress asking him if he needed another Bailey’s jerked him from his examination. She already had one in her hand for him. He looked at her with a strange look, looked at the table, looked back at the ring and bobbed his head a couple of times thinking. Sam picked up 260 dollars in chips and piled them on the waitress’ tray and took the drink from her hand. He drained the one at the table and handed her the emptied glass. Kim turned his cards for him, he lost, she collected the chips. He maxed the pair bet, and split all his remaining chips on the ante and play bets.

Kim was going apeshit, she had done something wrong, he just stared at her with her bewilder face reflecting back in the sunglasses. She dealt another hand, flipped hers and started to rearrange her hand.

“Stop,” he demanded in a low voice!

He touched his cards for the first time pulling them from under his stack of chips on the play square. “I am across the street staying in the Resort Casino,” he pointed at her 4 of diamonds, 2 of clubs and 9 of spades, “that is my room number, come if you dare to be changed. You will not leave as the same person.” He stood, drained the new drink, put the empty glass back on the table, “I fold.” He threw his hand face down on the table.

“But I lose, I don’t even have a queen.”

“Neither do I.” He walked away from the table, stopped, came back, “But I need one, please come.” He walked away from her, quickly disappearing in the crowd of people.

“What happened Kim? Where did he go,” Missy asked?

Kim reached over and flipped his hand, an ace, king, queen of hearts shocked both the women, he had just walked away from the table’s maximum $25,000.00 payout.

“I need to leave Missy, I need to leave now. I have to go to him.”

“Give me 5 minutes Kim, I’ll fix it, even if I have to deal the damn table myself.”


It was more like 15 minutes before Missy found someone to take Kim’s table. Kim spent all that time looking for him from her step perch, hoping he waited for her, but knowing he hadn’t. It was like she could sense him, she knew in her heart he was no longer close. She was again in the lady’s locker room pulling off the casino’s knit shirt and donning her blouse. She searched her purse, found her perfume, spritzed the air in front of her and walked through the mist as it fell. She took her brush to the mirror and looked at herself as she straightened her hair. ‘Do not come if you don’t want to be changed’, ‘You will not leave as the same person’, doubt entered her mind for the first time. She left her doubting self standing in the mirror. Grabbing her stuff, she left the locker room and the casino. Cool, October air flowed around her as she walked to her car. She climbed inside, doubt waited for her there, she fought with herself again. Buckling in, starting her car, she drove off leaving doubt in the parking lot this time. She went out the RV entrance, the Resorts Casino’s lights flashed brightly at her from across the street. She stopped to look both ways before crossing the street, doubt caught her there as she waited for an approaching car. She leaned forward and placed her head against the steering wheel. The sudden bleat of a car’s horn behind her made her jerk upright. Kim hit the left turn signal and turned away from the entrance to the Resort’s parking lot. She would go home. She would go home and then to bed, alone, alone again. ‘But I need one, please come’. She wished she could have seen his eyes when he said that too her. Then she was glad she hadn’t, she would have walked out right then and there with him. A red light stopped her slow progress away from possible happiness at an intersection. The only car’s lights around her were the red ones from the car that had beeped at her, receding in front of her in the distance. The light changed green with a turn arrow, her resolve threw doubt out of her car, she turned around and went back. Kim had had one night stands, what woman hadn’t, if this was just another, so be it, she wasn’t going to be alone again tonight. She needed to be held, she needed to be needed. He had said he needed her. Kim pulled into the Resort Casino’s parking lot.

Stepping out of her car, she clad herself in as much resolve as she could muster. If doubt found her again it was going to be a fight to the death. She strode purposely to the main entrance of the hotel and casino. Entering, she went left to the main elevators, waited, entered, pushing the button for the 4th floor. She spent the ride up looking at herself in the elevator’s mirrors. Asking herself if she really wanted to do this. The elevator coughed her out onto the fourth floor. Kim left doubt for the very last time, turned right, walking briskly, following the increasing room numbers.

At 409 her pace had slackened, now just a leisurely stroll. 419 she moved even slower. 425 her hands started to shake, she slowed to a crawl. 427, her breath was catching and her pounding heart threatened to jump out of her chest. 429.

She stood before the double doors leading into the suite. Her hand half raised to knock on the door. Doubt’s bigger brother, indecision assaulted her then. ‘You will be a different person when you leave’, did she really want to change? Will she really change? Become a different person? She lowered her hand, she almost turned away from the doors. But, she knew deep in her heart that he was right there, again it was a feeling of certainty. Just on the other side of the door, mere feet from her, his hand poised at the door’s handle. He was waiting on her to just knock on the door and he would open it for her, changing her forever. He was waiting on her to make the decision whether she was willing to change or not. She knocked twice quietly, the handle turned, the door opened, she started in.


Doubt, indecision, anxiety, fear, all were swept away in an instant as she looked at his smiling face and unbelievable eyes. “I am so glad you came Kimberly, so very glad, please come in.”

He held the door for her as she entered the room, she heard the door closing gently behind her. She turned around to face him, “Sam,” she started to say.

He held up a hand stopping what she was going to say next. “You first have to promise me three things Kim. And you must say yes to all three of them or I will have to ask you to leave.”

‘If it’s too good to be true, then it usually isn’t true’, she thought, “What are the three things I have to promise you Sam?”

“Number one, you saw or you think you saw some strange things happen tonight, you must never mention what you think you saw to anyone, ever. Promise?”

“Yes Sam, I promise to never talk about tonight to anyone, they wouldn’t believe me anyway, I’m not sure even I believe what I saw.”

“Good. Number two, you must not ask anything about me, if I tell you, then OK. Anything I tell you falls under condition number one, you must not mention it to anybody. Promise?”

“Yes Sam, I promise. And number three?”

He smiled a goofy grin, “You must kiss me as many times as you can or till our lips fall off, whichever comes first. Promise?”

Kim sighed in relief inwards, she smiled back at Sam, “I promise as long as you promise to do the same.”

“Deal,” he said.

Kim gave him back her quirky smile, “No thanks, I get enough of those at work.”

They both laughed together at her joke.

“Will you promise not to lie to me Sam? Just don’t answer my questions if you have too, but please don’t lie too me.”

“I promise Kimberly.”

“I am only going to ask you a few, OK? Have you ever done this, what we are doing, what we are going to do, with another woman?”

“I have been with other women, very few, I’m not a virgin. But to answer your question, no, this is a first time like this for me also.”

She chuckled girlishly, even happier at his answer, “I’m certainly glad you’re not a virgin, it so hard getting them trained to do the right things. Will you make me happy, just for one, single night Sam, please?”

“No Kim. I told you earlier, I never make a person happy for just a short time.”

“Will I be happy for the rest of my life when I have to leave you tomorrow Sam?”

“Yes Kimberly, I promise.”

“I guess I’d better get busy on your condition number three then Sam,” she let her purse strap slide off her shoulder, the purse fell to the ground. She went to him.


Kim stopped maybe a foot from him, it was then she realized, he was big, maybe 6 4 or 5, 220. He just watched her. She ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders, hard muscle hidden under a thick, long sleeved, soft linen shirt. She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, she doubted she could make her hands go half way around his upper arms, ‘God, he was huge’! Her 220 weight estimate jumped to 250 at least, maybe more. She moved her hands from his lower arms, crossing to his waist. She let her nails scratch softly up his sides as her hands made their way back to his chest. He squirmed some from her skritching, smiling, still he just stared at her as she explored his body. Her hands were back over his chest, one found a shoulder the other his neck. She pushed up on her toes, letting her body rub against his, she pushed herself hard against him as she pulled him the rest of the way down to her. Stopping, lips just inches away from each other, she stretched the last of the way as she saw his eyes close, her lips touched his. It was like putting your tongue to a 9 volt battery, her lips tingled, she pulled back just a little, parting. One arm moved to caress her head, the other the middle of her back, he pulled their lips back together, lifting her from the floor. She climbed up him to meet his, they kissed passionately.

She panted hard when they both broke the kiss, she lowered herself back to the floor, he let her. She stepped on one of her flats, she hadn’t even felt it come off her foot. Kim laid her head against his chest, hearing the thud of his heartbeats. She tried to clutch at him, there was nowhere to hang onto, she couldn’t even get her arms, under his holding her gently but firmly, all the way around his chest. He picked her up and kissed her again, she had heard about melting in a man’s arms, she never believed it till now, she melted into his arms. Their lips parted, he lowered her back to the floor on unsteady feet, she locked her arms around his waist squeezing him tight, wanting to hold on to him forever.

She reluctantly let him go, “Sam, I just got off work, I want to take a shower first, is that Ok,” she asked?

“Yes Kimberly, but only if I get to join you.”

She rubbed a nail along his chest, looked up into his incredible eyes, “Yes Sam, I think I would like that very much. Could I have just a few alone minutes first, you know,” she said shyly.

“To reuse a Bogart line, just whistle when you are ready. I want to undress you, so no cheating and getting naked on me.”

“I’ll wait Sam, I think I’ll enjoy that also.” She reached up to kiss him again, he grabbed her and crushed her to him kissing her hard. Their tongues battled, lips were nipped at, he put her back down. “I hope you like cold showers Sam, I need one now, another kiss like that one and I’m going to rip you clothes off and take you.”

He reached for her as she pushed out of his embrace attempt. She did a very hard thing by walking away from him and into the suite’s bathroom. She also did something she had never done before, she didn’t close the door, she left it half open. She had started her changing. She looked at herself in the mirror wondering if she should go get her purse and retouch her make-up and lipstick. She fiddled with her hair. She then laughed, in about 5 minutes she is going to be naked and in the shower with him, there goes the make-up and the hair, he is going to see the real Kimberly, a sight few have seen. Something popped loudly in the other room.

“Sam,” she questioned?

“Are you done,” he replied?

“Just one more minute Sam.” She hurried to the potty, pulling down her jeans and panties as she went.

Finished, she was deciding whether to keep on the single flat she still had on one foot, she dried her hands, she left it on for him to take off. “Sam, I’m done.”

He walked in, ‘Oh My God’!!! It wasn’t the Sam she kissed, it was a naked Greek God come alive. She gulped hard as she looked at him. If the man before her had body fat, he had left it in his pants pocket in the other room. He stood before her, a sculptured statue of muscle, spray painted a light tan color, she started to drool looking at him. Except for the light brown hair and eyebrows on his head, not another strand would even dare to blemish the tanned work of art before her. If he was fifty-nine she would kiss his ass, heck she just might do that anyway. He smiled crookedly at her, one huge hand held two filled champagne glasses, the other her shoe.

“You forgot this one,” he said moving to her, handing her the shoe.

She took it from him, bent over and slipped it back on her foot, she couldn’t help but look, he was right there, ‘Holy Shit, I’m gonna hurt for a week, maybe two if he’s rough with that’.

She clawed him semi-hard up the outside of a thigh with a hand’s fingernails as she straightened back up. ‘Hurt me!’ her body screamed to her mind.

Sam handed her one of the champagne flutes, when she had hers, he tapped the rim of his against hers. Ting. They both sipped at their glass looking at each other.

“I guess I don’t get to take off your clothes too, huh?”

“You didn’t ask me not too, want me to go put them back on?”

She slowly looked him over from top to bottom and then back up, “No! No, I think you are just fine the way you are.” She took a big gulp of champagne. Her mind was going crazy trying to stop her body from just pushing him down onto the floor and jumping him right there.

He smiled that goofy grin at her, “So, would you like to join me?”

“Yes,” she said trying hard not to pant.

Sam sipped at his champagne flute again, then placed it on the sink’s countertop. He moved closer, Kim waited for him to kiss her, he didn’t. An arm reached behind her back, the other hand found her other shoulder. He turned her slowly till she was facing the mirror over the sink. Sam moved behind her, looking at her reflection in the mirror from over her head. His right hand moved over her shoulder like the pressing of a butterfly’s wing, the touch was barely felt, but it left a trail of heat as it moved to her neck, He used his hand to pull her hair from the left side of her neck, his eyes never left hers till he bent down and kissed where her left shoulder joined her neck. He kissed slowly up her neck. The tip of his tongue touched along the bottom of her earlobe. Her pilot light had already been lit and was burning brightly, he found her thermostat and cranked her up to blast furnace. His tongue left her earlobe, he was watching her again with those eerie eyes. Both hands moved to her ear, he took out her stud, put the parts back together and reached in front of her placing the diamond stud on the countertop.

He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “I hope you don’t mind if I take my time Kimberly?”

“No Sam,” her voice broke in a quaver, “take all the time in the world, the universe.”

He pulled her hair from the other side of her neck, “The universe is a pretty big place Kim, I might end up taking a lot of time,” he said before he started kissing up to her right ear. He gently nipped at her lobe, she dropped her champagne flute from her right hand. His head and hands blurred away from her in their reflections. The left hand came back and so did the head, he kissed her neck again. His right arm reached around her, placing the flute next to her stud, “You dropped something,” he cooed in her ear.

Kim tried to turn and face him, his hands stopped her. He kissed her neck again, “Condition number 1 and 2, you promised,” he said between kisses. “Besides, tonight wouldn’t be much fun if we both limped around with cut up feet, would it?”

Kim looked at him in the mirror, “Will tonight be fun Sam, you’re not going to turn into a pumpkin or the devil at midnight are you?”

He kissed her shoulder through her blouse, there was a slight flash of heat from where he kissed. He looked back up at her. “I didn’t did I Kim, it’s 12:01. Was tonight fun? Now, it’s time to start a brand new day, a whole new life.”

Kim looked down at her watch, it showed 12:06, she always made sure it was five minutes fast so she wouldn’t be late to work. He didn’t have one on, he had even taken the ring off his right hand, just a man stood behind her, she hoped. He took out her right stud placing it next to the other one on the countertop. Then, slid off her wristwatch, it joined the earrings.

“Will today be as fun as last night Sam,” she said when his hands moved across the front of her shoulders.

One hand traveled slowly up the front of her neck, along her chin line, tilting her head towards his, “No Kim,” he said softly as he leaned over her, finding her lips. They kissed lightly, parted, “Today will be the one you look back too in the future and say that was the day when my life changed.”

His hands went to the top button of her blouse, he undid the button. A hand went to the top of the blouse, pulling aside her collar he kissed her exposed skin. She leaned back into him, swaying slightly, she felt him stir, she leaned harder. His hands had found and released another button. The inside of his forearms now just barely touched her erect nipples under blouse and bra as he found another button between her breasts. She reached up and pushed his left arm against her breast, her other hand reached behind her finding his hip. She pulled at his hip as she leaned back more, feeling him grow bigger. He went on to a lower button, she let go of his arm, now both her hands were behind her holding his hips as she slowly ground herself against him. They watched each other’s reflections in the mirror as he finished unbuttoning her blouse, slowly pulling its’ bottom from the tops of her jeans.

His hands pushed aside the blouse as he ran them back up the front of her body, lightly over her breasts, she let go of his hips and placed her hands on top of his. She fondled her breasts with his hands, she shuddered and moaned. She arched her back, laying her head against him, grinding her bottom into his hips, he was so hard between them, he moaned into her neck as he kissed her there. She let go with her right hand, dropping her hand, trying to push it between their crushing bodies, wanting to touch his hardness trapped between them. He pushed himself harder against her, her efforts were in vain. His left hand pulled from under hers, going to the top of her hand he fondle her with her hand, the other caught her questing hand. He raised it back to her other breast, she clutched at herself as his started to slide down her body. He squatted behind her, nipping at a cheek through her jeans as hands raised her right leg, taking off the shoe he had given her back. Hands moved to the other leg, now two empty shoes stood side by side.

He nipped the other cheek as heat moved up the insides of her legs following his hands. Knees, thighs, they traveled around to the front of her as they went to her hips, heat followed, burning desire. She dropped her hands, found his head behind her, pushing herself up, lifting on tiptoes, she wanted him to stop there, he didn’t, hands joined at the top of her jeans, below her belly button.

This was madness she thought to herself as he unbuttoned her jeans. He just had her shoes off and some buttons undone, she was almost ready to orgasm, her heart pounded fast and hard. She gasped as he unzipped her zipper. She tried to spread her legs, his squatting knees, on either side of her legs, stopped her. She dropped one hand from her breast to force his hand between her legs, he was so close, heat pulsed through her hips with each of her rapid heartbeats. It was like pushing down on an iron bar, she couldn’t get his hand to go lower. She dropped the other, she lifted herself up off the floor trying to force him down to her. He just raised her higher with her efforts, she thought she felt him bite the lip of a jeans pocket as he fought her body’s desire.

“Please Sam, please.” she begged him!

“All things come to those that have the patience to wait Kim,” she heard him reply from behind her, “at least for me it has.”

Kim slowly lowered herself back down to the floor she would let him do with her as he pleased, she gave herself to the incredible pleasure of his touch.


Fingers traced up her cotton briefs between her unzipped pants. Found the open tops of her jeans, moving outwards following the waistline. He slowly pulled the waistline of her jeans down, kissing one side of her bottom then the other, working down her bottom as he unwrapped his present she just gave to him. When he reached mid-thighs his hands joined her legs inside the jeans as he pushed them down more, knees were uncovered. He nipped one cheek of her bottom, then the other, he helped her keep her balance as he took out of the right leg of her jeans. The other leg was finished the same way, folded jeans were placed on the tops of waiting shoes at her feet. Hands found the tips of her toes, lips touched the outside of Kim’s right thigh below her panty line, he kissed backwards as his hands moved up her feet, fingertips leaving a trail of warm fire behind them on her skin. His lips reached where one thigh gave way to the other, she could feel his hot breath between her legs as his hands worked their way up her legs. She leaned over putting her hands on the sink’s countertop, she mewled in pleasure. Hands topped her knees, a tongue touched the inside of her other thigh, lips kissed her, she tried to push her bottom into his face, he was so close, she was so close. Hands gripped her lower thighs, her efforts were thwarted again. She gripped the countertop hard till her knuckles turned white as his kisses and hands drove her crazy with lust.

“God damn you Sam Stranger for doing this to me! Take me damn you,” she gasped!

“I’ll will when I think you’re ready Kim,” he replied matter of fact.

She groaned loudly as he finished kissing to the outside of her left thigh, “I’m so ready Sam, I never been this ready. Take me, please. Please, Sam!”

Hands found the ends of her opened blouse, he tugged at them, she let go of the sink. He pulled the blouse off her shoulders, she let him. Soon, it also joined the folded stack of her clothing. She looked at herself in the mirror, just a bra and some very wet panties were all that was left on her, along with a look on her face in the mirror she had never seen before. It was like looking at different person. He kissed her back as his hands explored her waist and tummy. One hand moved behind her, up her back stopping at her bra back. She reached behind her with her arms to help him, men always fought over trying to unhook a bra. He seemed to snap his fingers, her breasts sprang free from their confinement, the straps slid down her arms, she let the unwanted bra fall to the floor. His hands slid back down her waist, over the outside of her hips. Fingers hooked the edge of her panties in passing, he pulled them down her legs as she stepped out of them.

He rose back up behind her, letting his hands trace another swath of heat up her legs and thighs, hips, waist. When he was almost standing upright she felt the head of his cock rubbing along the inside of a thigh, she shook as he and his body rose behind her. She stretched her arms over her head, catching his head as he rose like a pillar of heat bathing her backside in his glow, he rubbed his body against hers. His cock couldn’t go higher, she raised back up on her tiptoes, holding his neck she pushed herself back on his body. He slipped between her thighs helped by the wetness her excited body could no longer contain inside her. His hands filled with her bare breasts, caressing, she came violently. She clutched hard at his neck as another wave of the orgasm pounded her, her body convulsed again. His hands fell, one to her hip the other right below her ribs, she shook again losing the grip on his neck, he held her upright against him as she shook in pleasure.

One hand went between her breasts, laid over her slowing heart. The other spread wide across the middle of her belly, he was kissing her neck again as the last of her orgasm receded into history. She could feel her escaped wetness moving down the inside of her thighs. She could also feel his hardness between her legs, she briefly rubbed his arm holding her tummy. She let her hand drop lower till it came to the head of his cock protruding between her legs. She let one of her fingers trace a circle around him, he moaned into her neck as the hand over her heart went to her left breast. She half circled him again then pulled her finger up over the end of him, he shook. Her finger came away slick and wet with his pre cum. She raised her hand back up to her face as he nuzzled her neck. She looked at his wetness on the tip of her finger, it seemed to sparkle like a thousand stars. Each ridge of her wet fingerprints caught the bathroom’s many lights, he sparkled on the tip of her finger. She tasted him with the tip of her tongue. He was sweet, not honey sweet, but sweet cream sweet, she greedily pushed her finger in her mouth licking the rest of him from her finger. She wanted more. She wondered what it would be like to be on her knees in front of him, feeling him flowing into her mouth, she tried to push out of his arms. ‘One good turn deserves another’.

“Ladies first Kim,” he said to her shoulder as he kissed her.

“Uh Sam, incase you didn’t notice, I think you have already met that condition.”

He straightened up behind, hands now resting lightly on the outsides of her shoulders, looking at her reflection, “I noticed Kim, you just didn’t ask me how many sub-clauses I have to my conditions.”

She just didn’t believe this man was real, she had to be in a dream she never wanted to wake up from. He had just caused her to have one of the best orgasms she had ever had in her life and all he did was just touch her, kiss her. Now, he was just battling sly innuendos with her and she was growing hot again. “How many more sub-clauses are you going to make me endure Sam?”

He held her shoulders as he pulled wetly from between her legs, he looked at her reflection in the mirror as he whispered in her ear, “Till you can’t possibly take another one.” He turned from her and went to the shower, she heard quite clearly from him before he turned on the water, “Then I am going to show you a whole new level to play on.”

“Who are you Samuel Stranger, what are you?”

He didn’t answer, ignoring her question as he adjusted the tub’s water temperature.

She went to his side, rubbed her hands over his broad back, he felt like marble under a thin, soft, layer of tanned skin, she could spend a lifetime just counting the muscles on his back, exploring each one. She wanted him inside her so badly. He rose in front of her, she caught him around the neck, he lifted her easily as they kissed. She raised her legs locking them behind his, he cupped her butt cheeks with his hands she kissed the statue of perfection again as she clung to him. He stepped over the rim of the tub with her as though she didn’t weigh so much as a feather. Hot water pounded her back as he slid closed the shower door. The spray of hot, slick, soft water made him hard to hold on too, she slipped down his body and back to her feet, her lips pulled away from his. He dipped, giving her a peck to her lips as his hand found a bar of soap, he raised back up out of kiss reach as he started soaping her shoulders and back. She just reached as much as she could around him as he washed her back. It was just so delicious, she kissed his chest, licking water off his nipples. He was driving her slowly crazy with desire and she was loving every single moment of the long journey. He took one of her arms and dr*ped it over his shoulder, then the other one, he washed under her arms, his hands felt way hotter than the hot, steamy water did.

He dropped lower, soapy delight sliding over yearning skin, she felt his tongue on one nipple and then the other before feeling the top of her tummy being licked and kissed. She moaned and squirmed as his hands soaped her bottom as his tongue explored her bellybutton. All she could do was shake in his soapy embrace and moan, clutching at his head. Fingers slid slickly between the valley of her bottom, they stopped at the entrance to her there. She had never let a man go where she now begged him, in her mind, to explore. The fingers just stayed for a moment, she went back to tiptoes, twisting toes inward, her body telling him to do as he pleased to it. His hands slid lower to the tops of her thighs, ‘No’, her body screamed at her! ‘Take me! Take me any way! Take me everyway’! He let his hands slide down her thighs and calves. He was kissing between her bellybutton and the roaring fire growing by each nanosecond between her legs. Kim tried to push his head lower and raise a leg to give him unlimited access to her sex. Her body was uncontrollable. She couldn’t stop shaking, jerking, ‘I’m gonna cum’ her body crowed to her mind gleefully.

‘No,’ both screamed together as one as he asked, “Turn around Kim, I’m done with this side.”

No kisses, nothing but his hands as they soaped her feet and the front of her calves. Still, she and her body shook as his hands worked up higher. She tried to find him with her bottom, his hands on her legs stopped her. Her body gave Kim an ultimatum, find him or it would. It didn’t even bother to wait on her reply, legs spread till they touch the sides of the tub. A hand found the tile in front of her as the other grasped the pipe from the shower head, she arched her back, it could do no more, she could do no more, she waited, her body vibrated. Water washed down her back, he had been there the whole time, his licks and kisses touched her like the water hitting her and running down her body, only hotter. She pushed her face against the cooler tile as hands pushed open the tops of her thighs. The tip of his tongue touched her hard clit, electricity flowed between them, her and her body exploded in pure pleasure. She gasped his name to the tile as she clung to the showerhead, his hands where there to help her keep upright as the orgasm body slammed her soul. A soapy hand washed her as she gushed cum all over his fingers.


She was back in his arms being held tightly, the water pounding down on her chest, “Pinch me Sam. Let me know I am really awake and this isn’t just some wonderful dream that I’ll have to wake up from.”

He did.

“OOoww! I was just kidding Sam!”

“Hey,” he chuckled to her ear, “you said to pinch you, I did. Don’t get mad at me if you ask for it. I’ll do anything you ask me too Kim. Anything.”

She had so many questions, she was so afraid that one of them might be answered by his silence. She didn’t ask the one that she so desired to hear an answer too.

“Is it my turn yet?”

He slid around her and adjusted the water before coming back behind her, “Almost,” he whispered in her ear.

She felt the cooler water washing the heated passion from her body, he held her tightly. The water grew cooler, still he just held her, she bathed in his body’s heat. The water went cold, she looked down, ‘Oh shit!’, the knob was all the way to the coldest setting. She tried to break away from his tight embrace as icy water found her. She started struggling, cursing him like a demented longshoreman as he held her under the ice cold water. He let her go, she ripped open the shower’s curtain and fled the freezing hell.

“Goddammit, I’ll make you pay for that one Sam Stranger, mark my words,” she said from the safety of the being out of the shower, shivering.

He stood in the shower, reached down after a few seconds and turned the water off, “You did say you needed a cold shower, don’t ask me for what you need to make you happy, I have to give it to you.”

She came back quick, “You said you have to give me anything Sam too make me happy for the rest of my life.”

“Yes Kim, I said that.” Sam said back.

“If you want to make me happy Sam. Forever. I want you, forever.”

‘God Damn him!’, he didn’t answer her. He just looked at her with those uncommon eyes, silent.

The hundred tons of weight was exchanged for a hundred million tons, the end results were the same, he smashed her heart flat. Her very soul cried out. Sadness filled her, her heart didn’t want to bother to beat any more, her lungs cared less if they took another breath. The coldness of the abandoned shower filled her soul. One night and she would ache forever over the empty, endless ones without him to come, she would wilt without him, die. They hadn’t even really started, just played. She would leave before it went any farther, she couldn’t bare the pain of knowing him just one single night. Too embrace perfection and then no longer being able to even touch him again. His promises of happiness, a lie, without him happiness was an impossibility. Darkness took her, she wished she had never met Samuel Stranger.

“I am yours forever Kimberly,” he said quietly to her.

Dark thoughts of a life without him filled her soul.

‘What?!’ “What did you say Sam?”

“I have to make people happy, your request is the most complicated one I have ever had to deal with. In all my questing, no one has ever offered to repay the happiness I have freely given, but you. I accept your offer Kimberly Collett, I searched for no one to do that single, simple task, I have found you by accident. I am yours Kimberly, do with me as you please. I don’t want to be me without you, forever. Will you accept my offer?”

“Sam, do you mean that?”

“You asked me not to lie to you Kimberly, I haven’t. Will you accept me as I am?”

“Will I know you? Will I know the real you, Sam Stranger?”

“Yes Kimberly, only three others know the real me, I am one of them, you will be the fourth.”

“Is it a bad thing to know you Samuel Stranger?”

“It depends on you perspective Kim. I have done nothing wrong, I have done no harm to anybody, but myself.”

“Will you love me Samuel Oscar Stranger? Forever?”

“Yes Kimberly Collett, I will love you till my body’s last breath, and then much more.”

Kim never even thought to wonder how he knew her last name as she jumped into his arms.


She hugged him tightly between kissing him wildly. She was never going to let go of him. One of his hands cupped a butt cheek as the other explored her body, they took turns. She locked her legs tighter behind him, arched her back, she helped the exploring hand feel a breast. When they changed places, she helped the other. He easily pushed an arm between her leg and him, then the other. She had just a toehold on his sides, he lifted her and kissed her breasts. Kim put both hands on the top of his head, squeezing her breasts together with her arms, guiding his head from one erect nipple to the other. He pushed her away from him and dropped her on her back. She clutched madly at his head as she fell backwards. She saw his smiling eyes twinkle as she fell away from him. Kim tried to get her arms behind her to cushion the impact, she didn’t. She hit flat on her back.

After bouncing a couple of times on the mattress, she looked confusingly around her. She was on a bed, she had been in the bathroom, she was now in the main suite’s bedroom. How did he do that shit, she knew better than to ask him. She knew the answer she would get back, none, just silence. She stretched out, he just stood there watching her, smiling. Kim patted the bed beside her, “Plenty of room for two here, care to join me Sam?”

“I will in less than a minute Kim, I need to get something first.” He turned away from her and went to the other king-sized bed, his suitcase was perched on the bottom edge. He lifted the lid, rummaging around inside as she pulled at the top cover of the bed. She pushed the pillows back into place and yanked down the blanket and top sheet as he closed the lid of the suitcase. She thought he was getting prophylactics, she didn’t care if he knocked her up with a dozen babies, she wasn’t going to let him wear one. She wanted to feel his cum gushing inside her body. She crawled up to the headboard, kicking at the sheet, blanket and cover as he came back to the bed. Two strands of shiny wire were hanging from his closed hand. He crawled up the bottom of the bed and to her side.

“Kim I don’t want to give you the wrong impression, but I have something for you. If you want me to be happy also, I want you to keep it for me.” He held out his closed hand, she saw that the wires were braided ends to whatever he held in his hand.

“I promise Sam,” she looked down as he opened his hand. The two ends fell lower, stopped only when they were stretched out from the amulet in the center of his palm. It was gorgeous. A blood red gem, like the one on his ring, wrapped in a wire configuration around the edges. The wire was a blue-white tinted, shiny silver that went around the deep red, clearish stone, it looked like a drop of fire nestled in a bird’s nest. The wires, wrapped around the stone, turned into the braided ends of the necklace. He handed her the necklace. She held the beautiful piece of jewelry in one hand, she used her other hand to hold the ends of the necklace. She looked at the stone, the room’s lights must have caught an edge, the stone pulsed a bright red twice. She looked at the braided ends, the weave was so perfect, but there was no clasps on the ends, no way to secure it around her neck, just two braided ends that stopped, just a little thicker where the wires of the braid looped back on themselves.

“Sam, I can’t take this. It must have cost a fortune.”

“There is only one other like it, that one belongs to some friends of mine. I want you have this one.” He seemed to sigh as she looked at the wondrous piece, “It has never been worn Kimberly. I want you to wear it, forever.”

“I think you need to get it fixed first Sam, there’s no way to close the ends, no hooks or clasp,” she held up the ends for him to see.

Sam rolled over, straddling her hips, “Here let me show you,” he took the necklace out of her hands. “Pull you hair up.”

Kim reached back and pulled her damp hair up, he moved forwards holding just the ends now. Guiding them around her neck, she felt the amulet touch her skin just above the swelling of her breasts, it felt warm against her skin. His hand seemed to touch behind her neck for half a second, before fingertips were tracing the braids back around to the front. He leaned back, his bottom just brushing the tops of her thighs, he looked at her as she let her hair back down. The necklace now hung around her neck. He climbed off her and out of the bed.

He held out his hand to her, “Let’s go see what it looks like on you.”

She let him pull her out of the bed and over to a full length mirror. He turned on a floor light next to the mirror. She went in front of the mirror as he stood behind her looking over her shoulder.

“I can’t decide which one is a better work of art. I think one makes the other perfect.”

“So I’m not perfect unless I have this on,” she goaded, elbowing him in the ribs?


“Better shut your trap Mr. Stranger or you’ll be talking to yourself,” she gave him another playful dig in the ribs.

She twisted around some looking at herself in the mirror, she held the amulet thinking of Sam, she centered the setting It seemed to pulse red around her neck twice as the gem caught the nearby light. “Are you sure you want me to have this Sam?”

He smiled at her, his eyes seemed to sparkle a brighter blue, “There is no other person on this world I would rather have wear it than you,” he said to her. He turned and went to the edge of the bed, jumped and landed in the middle. The bed groaned under the impact of his body, the headboard hammered the wall loudly.

“Don’t break the damn thing before we even get to use it,” she laughed at him.

“There’s another one.” He patted the bed next to him, “Let’s break this one and the other, I can afford to trash this whole place if I wanted too. Plenty of room for two here Kimberly,” he patted the place next to him again.

She reached around her neck to take off the necklace, she couldn’t tell where the ends were. There was no way it could’ve slipped around, the braids split up making the gem setting. She slipped the necklace backwards and looked at the braid, nothing, just the braid, even the little thicker parts were gone.

“Turn it back around, place the setting in your hand, and mentally ask it to come off.”

She looked at him dubiously, but did as he said. She held the setting in her hand and ask it to come off. The two end pieces fell from around her neck, swinging from her hand holding the amulet.

“How the hell,,,” she started to ask.

Sam cut off her question, “Conditions 1 and 2 Kimberly, I’m not going to answer your questions, yet.”

“Will you tell me someday Sam,” she asked as she came over and sat on the side of the bed.

“Yes Kim.”

“Promise Sam?”

“I promise Kimberly. One day I will tell you everything you want to know about me.”

“I am so glad you said that Sam, it means I will get to see you again. But you ain’t getting off easy buddy, when that day comes I’m going to have an awful lot of questions to ask you.”

She didn’t want to push her luck any farther. She sure as hell didn’t want to make him ask her to leave and she knew if she pushed him, he would. She threw curiosity out into the hallway, he could go play with his buddies doubt and indecision. She looked down at the amulet in her hand, “So Mr. Wonderful, how do I put this magic charm back on?”

“Just push the ends together.”

She laid the setting on her thigh and picked up both ends, she pushed them together. The ends fell apart, they wouldn’t join together, “I think I broke my magic charm.”

“Try it again, but around your pretty neck this time Kim.”

So, she did. The ends joined instantly behind her neck when she pushed them together. “Shit,” she muttered to herself. She glanced sideways at a smiling Sam, “I think I’m going to need a notebook to jot down questions in if I hang around you too much.” She picked the amulet off her chest, she ask it to open, the ends fell free. She put the amulet behind her neck and watched as she pushed the ends together. They touched together, slightly off-centered, they straightened themselves up and joined seamlessly right before her shocked eyes. “How the living hell do you,,,,,” She held up her hand at him as she adjusted the necklace with the other one, “I know, I know, conditions 1 and 2.” She started to ask the necklace to open again.

“Leave it on Kim.”

She did.

‘Enough of his magic show shit’, she thought, ‘I’m going to show him her famous sword swallowing act’. Kim crawled up on the bed, turned around and straddled his chest, she took him inside her mouth. Her tongue licked the end of his cock as he grew bigger in her mouth, she pushed her head down, he left the back of her mouth sliding down her throat, still growing. She pulled back up, just keeping his head in her mouth, battering it with her tongue. She heard him moan her name, she pushed her lips down around his hard, stiff erection. She didn’t stop till her lips touched his body, she pushed down harder taking every possible bit of him inside her. She did a couple of slow half strokes of his cock before coming up for a breath, he was huge. She felt his hands slid up her thighs to her waist, she started moving back down on him as his hands started pulling her. ‘It’s my turn big boy’, she dug her feet into his armpits, it was going to be a fight. It turned out to be an incredibly short fight on her part, he just flat out over powered her with ease. He pulled her back as he wiggled down under her, guiding one knee over a shoulder then the other one. Kim grabbed his erection, her hand slipped on her own juices, she grabbed him with the other hand also, trying to pull herself back to him. She wanted so badly to taste him, feel him gushing in her mouth, flowing down her throat.

“Sam. Please Sam,” she begged him.

“Just one more little-bitty sub-clause to go Kim, I’ll just file the others away for another time, this shouldn’t take much more than a second or two.”

He lied to her for the first time and she didn’t mind one damn bit. And, he was a full 10 story, bastard prick to her body for the next 40 minutes or so. Every time she was ready to cum, he would go to the back of an opposite thigh and start licking, kissing and nipping softly at her leg till that blissful moment to come escaped her. The he would come back to her, driving her up another wall. The first two times she had panted his name as he pushed her up the side of Mount Ecstasy with his tongue. After that, all she could do was arch her head back and try to say his name through teeth biting hard at her lower lip. His hands freely roamed her shaking body. A tongue sliding inside her, lightly using her clit as a punching bag, lips sucking, long slow licks that curled her toes, circling tongue, pushing hard at the base and flicking upwards. She had no idea how many times he pushed her to the edge, she groaned in pleasure when she reached the edge. She whimpered softly when he stopped and waited, kissing nipping thigh and then starting all over again. She reached her point of no return finally, spreading her knees wider, she ground her sex in his face, clawing hard at his hips. His tongue was inside her and she rubbed against his upturned chin to come to a shuddering orgasm. She came all over his face, she almost screamed herself hoarse yelling his name. Her body fell down on his, twitching spasmodically, he lapped at the flooding river of her cum.


She just lay dr*ped across him till her body quit shaking, her pounding heart slowed, no longer threatening to burst from her rib cage, ragged gasps became breathing. Kim’s first real thought was about whether she even dared to try and go to another level with him. He just rubbed his fingertips along her bottom and lower back, ‘Oh God!’, she felt heat coming back, he was driving her crazy with pure lust for him. She snuggled her head into his wet hip, sliding her hand up the other leg, it slid wetly on his hip. He must have cummed and she had missed it! She ran her fingers back over his hip, he squirmed a little under her, she opened her eyes, lifting bloody fingers to taste him.

She kicked him in the face as she rolled off him and the bed. His hips and their sides had deep scratches, some were freely bleeding scratches, all made by her as she clawed him savagely during her orgasm.

“OH GOD, Sam! I’m so sorry,” she swiped her wet face with her other hand, it came away red with his blood.

“Looks like I’m going to have to make you cut off those claws,” he chuckled to her as he poked a finger at one of his wounds.

“Sam, I’m so sorry,” she didn’t know what else to say or do. She had wrecked his hips, both had many welts all over the tops and sides, both had deep, still bleeding scratches. She could see where some blood had flowed off, and onto the sheets.

“Please Kim, I’m OK. I suffered way worse than these baby scratches. I’m just not sure I should push you into level two without some body armor, I kind of like my heart in my chest.” He laughed at her sad face, “It was all my fault, I made you do it. If you’ll forgive me by getting a damp wash cloth, we’ll call it even. Deal?”

She turned and rushed towards the bathroom, she looked back at him over her shoulder, he was watching her, Kim ran right into the door.

“UH, Kim,” he laughed as she rubbed at her bumped nose, “I personally find it helpful to watch where I’m going, but to each, his or her own.”

Red faced, she quickly disappeared into the bathroom. She took one of the artistically folded washcloths next to the sink, stuck it under the faucet and turned on the water. Getting the cloth soaked washed off his blood on her hands, she had blood on her left cheek. She rung out the washcloth and went back out to him first, she would come back and clean her face later. Kim knelt beside the bed, she rubbed one of the bleeding wounds, he flinched.

“Sorry Sam,” she said, “did that hurt bad?”

“No Kim, the washcloth is cold, but try daubing instead of rubbing, it is just a bit tender. But no Kim, it doesn’t hurt, I have suffered with a lot worse.”

Kim turned back and worked some more at his left hip. She was almost done when she looked back at him, he smiled at her, she half smiled back, turned back to finish this side. His hand grabbed her arm, he pulled her away from her job, his other hand took the washcloth out of hers. He pulled her closer, lifted the washcloth and started daubing at her face gently, he had to scrub slightly at some of the dried blood.

“There you go, you sort of looked like a scary, blood-soaked vampiress there for a minute.” He gave her the cloth back, acted like he fainted, moaning with a giggle, “Nurse? Nurse, I need a kiss, I’m sinking fast. Aaargh,” he let his head lean over, she could see his damn, glowing eyes watching her under almost closed lids.

“Shoot,” she snickered. She grabbed his short brown hair, pulling his head upright, Kim rose and perched on the edge of the bed, she dropped the cold, wet washcloth on his broad chest, seeing him shiver some. She used the just emptied hand to hold and raise her left breast up, “Just when I was going to let him suck on my magic breasts, the poor sap ups and dies on me.”

She lifted her breast, leaned her head over and licked her nipple, “Oh well, plenty more fish in the sea where he came from,” she dropped her breast after rubbing her fingers on her hard nipple. “Wonder if the poor goof has any money in his billfold, he doesn’t need it anymore,” she started to push away from him.

Goddammit he was fast! One instant playing dead, the next she was in his embrace, his face just inches from hers, he watched her watching him as they kissed. He fell back dragging her and their kiss with him. They parted, she pushed up from his chest, “Sam, now I need that cold shower, I’m burning with desire for you Sam, I’m on fire Sam.”

“I’m burning for you Kimberly. I want you Kim, I need you so badly.”

Kim kissed him again, “I guess that means it’s finally my turn.”

“I’m yours Kim, please me.”

“I’m going to show you pleasure like you have never seen before Sam,” she said as she pushed out of arms.

He grabbed her arms pulling her back to a short sharp kiss, “You have already Kim,” he whispered in her ear.


Sam scooted over some making more room for her on the bed, Kim twisted around putting her hands on the bottom of his chest. She rubbed her hands down him, off his chest and into the hollow of his stomach. He didn’t have a six pack, his ridged tummy was a six pack of wine bottles, she rubbed a hand down the centerline as muscles stretched away. This guy had to be one really serious bodybuilder, and he had really done one hell of a job building. She felt his hand caress her back, she looked for the washcloth, finally finding a damp edge sticking out from under his back. He lifted slightly as she pulled it from under him. She went back to finish cleaning the hip she had been distracted from. He looked better, some of the welts were just barely seen red lines, he wasn’t bleeding anymore. She finished the left hip, climbed up on the bed and straddled his chest, now working on the right damage she had inflicted on him. She cleaned him carefully, gently, slowly. Her body cursed her continuously, take him it demanded to her. She ignored her own demands, and finished her task. Kim tended to her god’s wounds. Just one little speck of blood remained, she threw the washcloth to the floor between the beds. She leaned down and kissed his left hip where she had given him so many booboos. She switched to the right hip, kissed him softly there also. She leaned over, grasping his legs well below the damage she caused, she took his cock in her mouth. She tasted his sweetness and the coppery taste of the one last drop of blood left on him. She sucked him as he grew hard in her mouth. His hands, that had been caressing her back, now rubbed her with hard softness. He groaned loudly as he explored un-reached parts of her throat. She had to breath, her body forced her mouth backwards, up his cock. She left his rock hard cock in her mouth, she grabbed him with a hand, her thumb almost touched her fingers, she squeezed him hard, sliding up him helped by the wetness she left. He shook under her. His hands quit massaging her lower back, they rubbed hard on her bottom, down the outside of her hips, back to her bottom. She saw a single sparkling drop emerge from the tip of his cock as her hand reached the top, she leaned back down with her head, tongue tasting sweetness, then down, taking all of him again.

“Kimie,” he moaned as he shook again under her.

She came back up for another breath, his hands pushed hard at her butt. She folded herself trying to take him again in her mouth, he kept pushing her down his body relentlessly.

‘YES! YES! YES,’ she and her body screamed together!

Her hands walked down his hard, muscled legs as she raised her hips so she wouldn’t cause him more pain, centering herself over his cock. His hands pulled at her bottom spreading her, she lowered herself. ‘Oh my God’ she felt him there, little bitty hip thrusts, he rubbed the head of his thick cock against her. She reached back with a hand, lowered a micro-inch, she rubbed him against her. She guided him into her, lowering herself on him, hanging her head gasping. Deeper, stretching herself tightly around him, deeper! She tasted her own blood as she bit her lower lip when he filled her, she came around him. Something in her mind snapped, she became an animal of lust, nothing mattered as she shook with an orgasm she didn’t even think was possible too have, she wanted more, now! She took him.
Kim raised up, squatting on him, she dropped, feeling herself strain to try and take all of him inside her as the last racking part of her orgasm flowed around him inside her. She put her hands behind her back and clutched hard at his chest, she ground her body on his cock. She shook with pleasure. She raised, his hands on her butt helped her, she dropped herself back onto him screaming in ecstasy. She raised herself up, he thrust up with his hips lifting her. Her body locked, his didn’t, he thrust upwards as he held her up, faster the tempo increased, faster. Another string of her sanity snapped, as he thrust up she pushed back on his chest driving herself hard on him, She pulled back growling deep as he almost withdrew from her body, he came back she jammed herself back on him. They locked tempos, moving quicker together. All she could say was a guttural “Yes Sam,” faster she said that as an orgasmic wave lifted her. Up higher, faster. She crested the monster wave, “Sam. Sam, Sam,samsamsamsam.”

Kim couldn’t ride the crest anymore, it threw her off into space.







Kim’s knees slammed together, her pussy grabbed his cock as he tried to pull back, his cock pulsed in her, a jet of hot cum gushed inside her. She savagely jammed herself on him, her cum joined his as another gush sprayed deep inside her. Her knees knocked together, her thigh muscles just decided they were pretty damn happy doing whatever they felt like as her mind was preoccupied trying to keep her sanity. Her hips decided that was a good idea also, they all decided to go somewhere, all in different directions. Her clawing fingernails pulled from his chest as she fell off him, stupid lungs, they had forgotten to breath. She hit the bed unconscious.

She floated on a sea of a billion billion galaxies, the whole universe was below her. Just blackness above, two bright blue suns shined down on her. She basked in their wonderful glow, they came closer, they turned into his eyes. She reached out to them, her arms glowed a bright yellow, golden color.

“Kimmee,” boomed softly through the empty void of space.

The untold billions of galaxies below winked out slowly, she tried to clutch at the universe, she didn’t want to leave, “No,” she moaned softly. The blackness turned a deep, blood red, “No please.” The eyes slowly disappeared, all that was left was an orange glow all around, she opened her eyes. He was right there, his arms holding her, his beautiful eyes watching her.

He chuckled lightly, “Guess you weren’t quite ready for level two.”
She cuddled him tightly, “Is there a level three Sam,” she asked his neck?

“Yes there is Kim.”

“Will you take me there Sam?”

“Yes Kimberly, one day I will, I promise.”

“Will I want too come back Sam?”

“You will come back Kim, because I will be by your side, we will go and come back together.”

He pushed slowly away from her embrace sliding backwards, she crawled after him as he leaned against the headboard. She looked up, ‘Fucking Jesus Christ’! Now his chest was smeared with blood where she had clawed his chest. She could clearly see four bleeding wounds from fingers and an offset bleeding one from her thumb. Its’ matching inversed bleeding companions on the other side of his chest. She was ripping this poor guy to pieces.

“Sam, I am so sorry, I never done this before.”

“I’m glad it’s me Kim,” he pointed at her chest, “I thought it was yours.”

She looked down, her breasts were also smeared with his blood from their embrace.

Kim, climbed off him and stood up, she reached down, grabbing the washcloth from the floor. She threw that one in front of the chest of drawers, she headed back to the bathroom for a new one.


She stopped and turned back.

“Watch the door this time Kim, and bring back the champagne flutes,” he chuckled at her.

“Fuck You, Sam Stranger,” she flipped a bird over her shoulder as she went into the bathroom, chuckling herself.

“I think you just did that Kimberly Collett, but if you insist, I’m willing to go again if you promise to wrap towels around your hands.”

She took a quick potty break as the sink’s water heated up. She might be ripping him up, but he was shredding her soul and she loved every moment. He was doing something to her, it was like he pulled open her chest, reached inside and pulled out a brand new Kim. She took a dab of his toothpaste gel, pushing it around her teeth and mouth with her tongue. Washed his blood off her breasts, pushed the cloth between her legs, she was sore. The only time she could ever remember being sore was her first time. She rinsed out the washcloth, grabbed her glass and drained the small amount left. She grabbed the other glass and started for the door, stopping. Smiling to herself, she took two big bath towels and dr*ped them over her shoulder, Kim went back to Sam and more.

“Ah you brought protection from my wildcat.”

“Who is going to protect me from you Sam?”

“Sorry kiddo, you are your own, and I make a Bengal Tiger look like a newborn kitty.”


Kim sat down the flutes, then she sat on the bed, carefully cleaning his wounds, she kissed each one. He wasn’t Arnold Schwartsenegger big, but pretty damn close. She didn’t so much a see the smallest mole or hair anywhere, chest, shoulders or arms. She finished with his chest and decided to re-check his hips, she turned in the other direction. Her hand stopped, the scratches were gone, just some barely seen red lines were all that she could find. She turned back to him, flipping the washcloth over her shoulder.

“I don’t think I really needed to do this did I Sam?”

He didn’t say a word, just smiled at her.

“Who are you Samuel Stranger? What are you Samuel Stranger?”

“I’m happy Kim, for the first time in a very long time, I am happy.”

“You’re not some psycho alien from an another planet that is going to pop open my head and suck my brains out are you?”

He gave her a goofy grin, “No Kim, I’m not psycho and I quit sucking brains out long ago, they’re tough to get through a straw.” He rolled off the other side of the bed, walking over to a champagne bucket next to the TV stand and grabbed the bottle. He picked something off the chest of drawers and came back.

Kim pushed herself back into the bed as he filled the flutes, ‘OH FUCK!’, he had answered everything but the part about being an alien from another planet!

He handed her a glass and tinged the rims again, “Kim please remember conditions one and two. You are only the fourth to know, we are stranded here, many others suspect we are here, we are forced to hide from them or they would lock us away forever, test us like lab rats, kill us, dissect us.”

“What would they find Sam.”

“They would find nothing Kimberly Collett, I am as human as you are, I just have a few extra options not given to the standard models.

“I think I’ve seen and experienced some of those options. I’m not disappointed yet, just no brain sucking OK?”

“I promise Kim.” He chuckled, “And, no damn alien jokes from you either.”

“You are one aren’t you?”

“Nope. If you cut me, do I not bleed?”

“Yeah, you do bleed,” she poked at his hips, just a few very faint traces of the scratches were visible, “but you sure as hell heal pretty damn fast.”

“Kim I promised to tell you one day, I will keep that promise, just not tonight, please?”

“I think I’m gonna need about twenty notebooks for all the questions I am going to be asking you.”

“I promise I will answer every one.”

He took another sip and then placed the flute on the nightstand next to the bottle. Sam got up and went over to the desk light and turned it off, he parted the thick dr*pes just a few inches. The glow from the parking light security lights caused the sheers to glow softly. He came back to the bed, climbed back in, leaning against the headboard, held out his hand and opened it, his ring was in his palm, the gem flashed twice.

“Put your amulet in your hand,” he instructed her.

She did.

“Close you hand around it, think about me, I’ll tell you when to open your hand.” He closed his hand around the ring, reached over and turned off the bedside light. The room was plunged into semi-darkness, just the glow through the parted dr*pes. She could barely make him out next to her.

‘At least his eyes didn’t glow in the dark, that would be way too trippy to deal with’, she thought.

“Open your hand Kim.”

She did.

The amulet in her hand and the stone in his ring of his opened palm pulsed brightly together twice, momentarily brightening the room. She closed her hand around the amulet, waited a second and then opened her hand, nothing happened. She closed her hand and thought about him, she opened her hand, her stone pulsed brightly twice, his stayed dark. He turned the bedside light back on.

“In the 70’s and early 80’s they had pieces of jewelry that were called mood rings. They were a chemically impregnated plastic polymer. Different galvanic skin temperatures caused them to change colors, it was a chemical reaction to the different skin temperatures. These are sort of like love mood stones, they only connect to their mated stone. They will only work on one person, if given to another after they have tuned themselves, they will not function. As long as I love you, mine will flash once, if you love me, mine will flash twice. Yours functions the same way.” He closed his hand, waited a second and opened his hand, his stone pulsed bright red twice. “The brighter the flashes, the closer I am too you, the dimmer the farther away.”

“Place yours against your chest,” he waited till she did, he closed his hand for a second. He opened his palm.

Kim felt two slight pulses of heat against her skin as his stone pulsed again.

“I will feel the same response to my ring when you think of me.”

“They’re magic Sam.”

“Kim if I could take an airplane back 300 years into the past, they would burn me at the stake for being a witch. How about a plasma TV back 100 years? How about a DVD player 50 years? An I-pod 20? They are just a piece of technology, our technology. They can do some other stuff, but they are a sign of affection for us. I had this one for the person I traveled with, I was going to give it to her when we returned back home. She died before I could give it to her. I want you to have it now.”

“She’s the one that died in the plane crash?”

“It wasn’t a plane Kimberly, it was our ship, it crashed due to a thunder storm and a computer malfunction in 1947, outside the town of Roswell, New Mexico. We are stranded on your world. And, we are hunted by your government.”


“You’re really a human, not just an alien in a human suit?”

“Down to my DNA Kimberly, that part’s pretty complicated, one of my friends is a molecular biologist her name is Ccrsst, her mate, her husband was an exo-biologist. His name is Trassaa. My unasked mate was a exo-geologist her name was Veettaa. I’m sort of the dummy of the group, or was till I can here, I’m a communications engineer, my name is Slaammu. Now, it’s Samuel. You mustn’t mention any of this to anybody. If they find out you know of us they will hunt you too, and then use you to get to me, me to them. I’ll not even tell you their new names to protect them. We have gotten pretty good at hiding in plan sight.”

“I promise I’ll never tell a soul Sam.”

“I have just one more important question then I will say little more.”

“Does my ring lie to me?” He clutched the ring, then opened his hand, it pulsed twice.

Kim grasped the amulet, she opened her palm, it pulsed twice. “Your ring doesn’t lie Sam, neither does my amulet.”

“I have never been as happy as I am now Kim. I want to finish mating the stones.”

“More magic Sam?”

“I have no idea Kimberly, I’ve never done this before, I just know how it’s supposed to be done. Right now, even I am not sure what will happen. The stones were not supposed respond to the other without their being first mated. When you touched my hand, my ring acted like it had been mated, it has never touched the other stone. When you put on the necklace it also acted as though the stones had mated. They are not responding as they should. ”

“We’re not like going to blow up the damn planet are we?”

He climbed over her hips and sat in her lap, “Guess it would sort of defeat the whole purpose of getting the damn things if you ended up blowing your mate and yourself to pieces.”

“So we’ll be mates Sam, the locals here have other mating customs.”

Sam looked sideways at her and gave her his silly grin, “I think I’m going to have to read up some on the local rituals Kim.” He gave her a big shit eating grin, “But, I promise to uphold all the local customs Kimberly Collett.”

“Just don’t you forget that one Samuel Stranger, as soon as I get my notebook, I’m going to jot that one down first.” Her face turned a sad, serious look, “When will you be coming back Sam?”
“That one I have absolutely no idea on. We have to do this right, I don’t want to spend the rest of our time together running and hiding. I’ll come back as soon as I can Kim, you might have to be ready to just go when I do. To walk away, right then and there, and not look back.”

“I promise Sam, if you ask me to leave, I will go with you.”

“OK, put your fingers in your ears in case we do blow up the planet,” he center the amulet on her chest and slipped on his ring.

He gave her a peck to the lips, came back and took his time. Sam leaned back made a fist with his hand and pushed the two stones together. Nothing seemed to happen at first as she craned her neck looking down. Slowly both stones started to glow dimly. Sam reached over, keeping the stones touching and turned off the light. The glow became brighter and kept building in intensity. The darkened room started to gather a reddish hue as the stones brightened more. Soon they were glowing so brightly that they were hard to look at without squinting. Both flashed brilliantly twice, it left an after image in Kim’s eyes, they both went dark. After a few seconds the glow came back to both, like they had a light embedded in the stone, not bright but a steady, warm, red glow. Sam pulled back his hand, both kept the warm glow, she picked hers up and could see clearly through the red stone, she turned it over, just the wires holding the stone, the glow seemed to come from inside the gem. Sam crawled off her lap and stood, he walked through the dark room and into the black opening of the bathroom, her glow dimmed some. She saw his red glow from the ring come back out of the bathroom, as he walked to her the glow brightened.

“I wonder what the range is on this things, Ccrsst did warn me that they can be a bother,” he seemed to muse to himself. “Kim, these things also work as a sort of ranging device, when they get close to their mates they start glowing. It’s to let you know that the other one is very close,” he slipped off his ring. “Take off the amulet.”

She did as he pulled off his ring. Both the stones kept glowing softly.

“We’re going to have to make sure that we keep them hidden when we are together. That would explain why those two don’t wear theirs around much in public, be tough explaining away a glowing gem around your neck or one on your finger.” He took Kim’s necklace and his ring, placing both on the chest of drawers. “She also said they can be a bit annoying at night when you are making love, like carrying around two red flashlights.” He reached down and picked up something from the floor, he covered the two glowing gems up with one of the washcloths she had thrown down. He went over to the dr*pes and closed the gap, the room became very, very dark. She felt him climb back into bed beside her, he pulled her back down into the bed, away from the headboard. “I don’t want to be annoyed by anything right now. I want you Kimberly,” he whispered at her in the dark.

She purred in pleasure, she had to keep touching his arms as they touched her. It felt like he had grown about a dozen more and they were freely roaming her body, leaving wakes of fire in their passage. She squirmed in delight under the assault to her senses. She guided his head around her body, pulling him up to kiss and then pushing him to a part that desperately needed his kisses.
She had no idea how long this lasted, and she didn’t give a flying shit, she wanted this moment to last forever. He crawled between her legs, she slid the top of her feet up his legs, hooking her heels on his waist. His arms ended up above her shoulders, she slid hers up his, over his big shoulders hooking hands behind his neck. He was right above her in the dark, she could just barely make out his eyes in the darkened gloom, it was like the dream she had of him, just darkness and two dimly glowing blue suns. Using legs and arms, she pulled herself up to kiss him again, his cock slid along her wet, excited body. She hung from him as they kissed, she lowered her head and shoulders back to the bed, loosened her legs a little, tilting her hips up.

“Take me Sam.”

He did.

She pulled up as he lowered himself into her. Slowly, gently, he never took his eyes off hers till he leaned down, moaning her name quietly in an ear. Fire, on fire, on fire, heaped on fire, poured inside her, she joined him as she raked at his shoulders and back. They stayed together till the unbelievable sensation left her, he hadn’t shredded her soul, he had jammed an a-bomb under it, vaporizing it to atoms. He moved from over her and rolled on his back, she instantly rolled over to him, holding him tight a knee across his hip. She rested her head on his arm stretched behind her, and drifted happily off to sleep.


She woke up in a gloomy room clutching a pillow, “Oh Sam that was wonderful.”

There was no response, she reached out her arm, there was no Sam either. She sat upright, “Sam!”


She jumped out of bed, she looked around, she wasn’t in the same bed she had drifted off in. She went to the dr*pes and pulled them open, sunlight flooded into the room. Her clothes, shoes, studs, watch and handbag lay along the bottom of the bed she had went to sleep in. The bed looked like it had been a prop for ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre’, it was wrecked, liberally peppered with wet spots, still damp and his blood, now dried. But, there was no other trace of Sam, nothing. His suitcase was gone, so where his laptop and briefcase that she had noticed, the closet was open and his suit bag was missing. Not a trace of Samuel Stranger remained, nothing.

Kim clutched herself, “Sam why didn’t you wake me,” she moaned sadly to herself and the empty suite. She had wanted to take him to the airport or wherever he needed to go, kiss him goodbye. She went to the chest of drawers and lifted the washcloth, his ring and her necklace were gone! She searched the empty drawers, she went to the nightstand and searched there also. She flung aside her neatly stack clothes searching, tried to dump empty shoes out, she ransacked her purse, then dumped everything out on the bed, nothing! It was gone! He was gone!

“OH Sam, I’m not happy dammit,” she raged to the empty room and the world. She started crying, sobbing, he was gone. She went into the bathroom to get something to wipe her tears. Flicked on the lights and almost fainted. The amulet lay on top of a pastel blue envelope on the sink countertop. She quickly flicked off the lights and found the necklace in the semi-gloom from the half-opened door. She held the setting and thought of Sam, she almost didn’t dare open her hand, she did. The stone pulsed two flashes in the gloom. She quickly put on the necklace, pushing the setting hard against her chest, a few seconds passed, two warm pulses of heat seemed to go straight into her soaring heart. He was out there somewhere thinking of her. She twirled around like a girl just getting her very first kiss, she almost ended up on the floor when her hip smashed into the sink stand. She quickly flicked on the lights and picked up the envelope. It was a thick, pastel blue, pressed linen, this guy didn’t fuck around with the small stuff even. She looked at the front, just three dots, three dashes, and three more dots. She turned it over, nothing on the back, she opened it.

Remember our agreement, don’t tell a soul for your own safety . I will come for you as soon as I possibly can . I am sorry I didn’t wake you,, You looked so peaceful smiling and sleeping . I don’t do tearful departures very well . I have had enough to last me a dozen lifetimes . Try and wear the amulet as much as you can , but keep it hidden . I am going to try and shut down everything , so we can go somewhere and just be us . I grow tired of looking over my shoulder all the time for the boogiemen to come for me . I love you Kimberly Collett , I will came back as soon as I can .

… - - - …

P.S. Shred this letter and flush the remains .

It was a very, very hard thing to tear up the letter, she didn’t want to lose anything that reminded her of him, still she stood and watched as the pieces swirled down the toilet. She then sat down and used it, feeling guilty about pottying on him, not like the other hundreds of guests cared, but she did. She showered, soaping herself wishing her hands were his, she slid lower down her body, something was wrong! She looked down, washed off the soap, turned out of the spray and looked again. Her little inch wide strip of fuzz from her last bikini wax was gone. She was as bare as the day she was born, she rubbed her hand over her pubic mons, just smooth skin, not even a nub to be found. She had had her last wax over a two weeks ago. Kim remembered from the day before she had itched slightly which was a sign for her to pull out the razor. She rubbed a hand down her leg, again just silky, smooth skin. It had to be 3 or four days since the last time she shaved her legs, now nothing but her fingers and her skin slickened by the soft-water. She finished her hair and rinsed off, she dried herself in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom, she was as bald as a baby’s butt. She glanced at her face, her eyebrows where still there, but the little peach fuzz on her face was also missing. She was as hairless as Sam had been, even the light arm hair was gone. She smiled at herself wickedly, ‘Sam you little devil, scratch that, Sam you big, humongous, hunk of devil you’. She twirled around again

She found her hairbrush in the blasted remains of her purse dumped out on the bed. She sat on the bed she had woken in, working the brush through her hair. She was happy, she was so happy she bubbled happiness, he hadn’t lied to her, she was the happiest she had ever been in her life. She needed the bathroom’s blow dryer. She picked up her panties, except for poor Sam’s blood, her panties were in as worse shape as the sheets were. She stuffed them in the bottom of her purse, scooped up everything but a few of things of make-up and dumped them back inside her purse. Slipped on her jeans, she put her bra and blouse back on. Picked up her watch, ‘Shit’, it was late. Now she just had two choices, rush home to change or grab something to eat before her shift started, she was hungry.

She knocked her flats off the bed, trying to step into one as she tucked in her blouse. Two light knocks came to the door, she whirled, looking at the door, scared.

“Room Service,” came from the other side.

Kim went to the door, saw a waiter waiting outside holding a tray, through the peephole. She let him in, he said good afternoon to her and quickly walked over to a table and started uncovering dishes.

“Room Service was directed to delivery this now Ma’am.”

‘Sam you wonderful devil you’, Kim went over to her purse, all she could find was a five and a ten. Well, Sam had dumped well over 3500 dollars in her tip jar, she turned and tipped the waiter 10 bucks, redistributing the casino’s lost profits further.

He took the bill from her, but was looking at the wrecked bed, “Is everything OK Ma’am?”

Kim smiled wickedly at the man, “It’s his, not mine.”

The waiter quickly fled the room.

She giggled as she wolfed down the club sandwich and some of the French fries, sipped some tea, looking happily at the three chocolate covered strawberries. She wiped her hands, gripped the setting and sent a thank you to Sam, she released and then sent another, released and then another. She pushed the amulet against her chest, she felt two flashes, a pause and two more. She was still giggling as she walked into Sam’s Town Casino and up the employee’s locker rooms.

She tried hard to look serious as she entered the lady’s locker room. She tried to sneak over to her locker to change, but Missy saw her.

“Kim! Where have you been girlfriend, I’ve tried to call your place a dozen times. I was almost ready to call the police if you hadn’t of showed up. Are you all right?”

Kim didn’t say anything as she started pulling on a fresh work shirt. Missy saw the necklace.

“What’s this! Did he give you that?”

Kim took the amulet out of Missy’s hand and finished pulling on her shirt. A couple of other women were eavesdropping on the conversation.

“What did the bastard do too you? I knew it, if you don’t call the cops on the prick then I will!” Missy turned and went to her locker, picking up the notepad page she had written Sam’s info on. Missy muttered, “Fucking Bastard!”

Kim was behind her quickly, snatching the note from her hand. She grabbed Missy’s arm and pulled her into the restroom area, away from listening, busybody ears. She looked under the stall doors as she dragged Missy into a far corner. At the entrance to the last stall, she pushed open the door, crumpled the note, threw it in the toilet, hitting the flush lever with her foot.
She looked down on Missy, “Missy, you must never mention his name or even say that you have met him, to anybody. It’s not what you think Missy. You must not tell anybody that I spent a night with him. If the wrong people find him, they will kill him, if they find out I was with him, they might try and kill me also.”

“Oh My God Kim! What has he done?”

“He hasn’t done anything Missy.”

“Then why are people trying to kill him.”

“I can’t tell you that Missy, if I tell you anything about last night, then they might try and kill you to find out what you know. I’m not kidding Missy. I’m serious, dead serious.”

“Is he some drug dealer, a spy, who is he, tell me, damn it!”

“He is the most amazing man I have ever met or will ever meet in my life, and he knows things that people will kill him or whoever he knows to find out.”

“You’re serious aren’t you Kim? You’re scared that I might say something to somebody, I can see it in your eyes. You’re not scared of him, you’re scared that somebody, the wrong somebody will find out you were with him for just one night.”

“Missy, even Wayne’s not safe, he was dealing to him during my break.”

“Good God Kim, who is he?”

Kim sighed thoughtfully, “He was incredible, wonderful, I still don’t believe what happened last night, he did things to me that are impossible, he changed me Missy.”

Missy looked her friend’s face, “You’re not kidding are you?”

Kim looked back at Missy’s now semi-smiling face, “When he comes back you’re going to need a new dealer at my table Missy. I’m going to just walk away with him. I didn’t say IF Missy, I said WHEN. Even if I have to wait for him the rest of my life, WHEN he comes, I’ll leave with him then and there.”

“God damn it! Screw Bernie, I should have fought you for him, I’m little but I know how to scrap.”

Kim leaned over and kissed the top of Missy head, then gave her best friend a huge hug, lifting her off her feet. She sat Missy back down, “For him, I would kill, even you Missy,” she turned and walked away from her best friend’s now shocked face.


Friday the 4th of January

“Anything else from Mr. Wonderful yet,” Missy said quietly to Kim as she came back from her break?

Kim reached into her back pocket and pulled out his postcard, handing it to Missy. Missy looked at the postcard showing the Taj Mahal. “My, he certainly does get around, where was that last one from,” she said as she flipped the card over, just three dots, three dashes and then three more dots, nothing else but a stamp postmarked in India.


“Still think he’s got the hots for ya babe?”

Kim clutched at the amulet under her knit shirt, “Yes Missy,” she sighed.

A man and woman came up to Kim’s table, she became all casino’s business.

3 Days Later

Kim was in her townhouse sipping coffee, half reading the paper and half watching CNN. Somebody knocked on her door, she went to answer it. Looking out the window in the door, it was just some sales guy in a suit with a briefcase. She attached the safety chain and unlocked the door, “No thanks, I gave at the office,” she started to close the door.

“Miss Kimberly Collett, Samuel Stranger sent me.”

She almost broke the chain trying to open the door, spilling coffee all over her hand, “Wait! Wait just a second please,” she had to close the door to unlatch the chain. She yanked the door back open, “Sam sent you?”

“Yes Miss Collett, he requested that I handle the matter personally.” He handed Kim a card, Birch, Waller and Theurer, financial accountants out of New York, N.Y. “My name’s Robert Theurer, I have some paperwork that requires your signature. May I come in?”

“Please do Mr. Theurer, watch the coffee I just spilt on the floor. You have spoken to Sam lately?”

“Just last week over the phone Miss Collett. I explained that the matter could have been handed through Express Mail or FedEx and your local bank, but Mr. Stranger was quite insistent that I handle the matter personally. It is very hard to argue with Mr. Stranger, especially when he offers you roundtrip airfare for my wife and myself, first class, plus a three day suite at a casino, Sam’s Town. Have your heard of the establishment?”
Kim laughed, “Yes Mr. Theurer, a very fine place, you will enjoy your stay there I am sure.”

“Excellent Miss Collett, seems he also insisted on providing expenses and a 15,000 dollar bonus to use at the casino. At least my wife is looking forward to spending not only his bonus but as much of my money as she can.”

“Where’s your wife Mr. Theurer, and please just call me Kim?”

“She’s waiting in our rental outside, this matter shouldn’t take very long.”

“Please Mr. Theurer, invite her inside. It’s cold outside and I have a fresh pot of coffee.”

“Are you sure it’s no problem Miss Collett, I mean Kim.”

“No problem at all, I’ll clean up my mess and grab a couple of cups.”

Soon all three were chatting gaily around her kitchen table, Kim was telling them about the best games to try, the ones with the lowest house odds. Mr. Theurer didn’t seem all that interested in gambling, but Debbie was happy at getting to drag her husband away from the office and out for a few days of fun.

After a few more minutes Mr. Theurer decided to get down to business, he opened his briefcase. “Mr. Stranger does make some eccentric requests, but he is my best client. I don’t mind at all bending for his requests no matter how strange.”

“I agree with you on that Robert, I doubt you have a stranger one as a client.”

Everybody got a chuckle at Sam’s expense.

“It really is just a simple formality of an oversea account setup and funds transfer.” He pulled some files from his briefcase, then pulled some forms out of the files. He laid the first one in front of her, handing her his pen. “This is your confirmation for the overseas, numbered account, sign here.”

Kim signed the form, he picked it up, dated the form, pulled a notary stamp out and affixed his seal and signature to the form sliding it back into a folder. He handed Kim a pastel blue envelope, and made her sign a form that she had received the envelope unopened, “Mr. Stranger has already set the account up, this is the numerical code to access that account along with the numerical password for the account. I would suggest that you memorize and then destroy the information. One does not want the account and password for this particular account to be laying about. At the very least get a safety deposit box and store the information there.”

He pulled another form out, “This is for the first fund transfer for 50 million dollars, US currency. Please sign here,” he said to her pointing at line with a sticky note attached where it need to be signed.

Kim tried to make her hand move to sign the document, she looked up at Mr. Theurer, he smiled back at her, her body helped her crab her name half off the line. He took the form, gave her the pink copy after he notarized, signed and dated the form primly filing his copy away in another folder. He took another from the stack.

She was so proud she didn’t wet herself, the next one was for only a measly 43 million yen. She did almost pass out when she got to the 316 million Euros after signing a 30 million dollar, US, for a currency she never hear of. The 41 million rupees were easy, she had no idea what a rupee was in US currency, she wasn’t even sure where a rupee was from, but she had heard of them. He was nice enough to explain that the 57 million gold South African Krugerrands all depended on the current market value at time of deposit. Although he did say, that at his last check, a single coin was worth around 1837, give or take a few dollars, each, US currency of course.

Kim’s body went to pure autopilot then, she signed four more forms, she just safely tucked herself in a corner of her mind and watched in awe. After a few more pleasantries, they thanked her for the coffee and left. Her body waved at them through the door’s glass, they waved back and pulled away. It fainted along with her, at least her body had sense enough to leave her coffee mug on the table.

She woke up sitting on the bench in front of her locker with Missy shaking her shoulder, she had no idea how she got to work. She hoped she drove, she then thought ‘Fuck It’, I’ll just buy all the cars in parking lot, maybe then buy the casino if they bitch at her for buying the customer’s cars. Shoot let’s go ahead and pick-up the Resort Casino and throw in the Hollywood Casino for fun.“

“He…., “ she said to Missy.

Missy looked at her, “You talked to him?”

“He………,” she said again.

“He dumped you!?”


“He wants you to run away with him?”

She looked imploringly at Missy, “He,,,,,,,,”

“I got that part Kim, Heeeee????? I need a few more words here Kimberly or this is gonna take all night.”

Kim looked at the other women looking at her and Missy, she jerked upright and physically dragged Missy from the room out onto the balcony. She looked around and waited as two guests walked past going towards the buffet.

She told Missy, in a whisper, that he had just given her over a billion dollars, maybe more, a whole lot more, she wasn’t really sure how much more. If she had bothered to check current currency exchange rates, she would have found out that she wasn’t even close.

The ladies in the locker room clearly heard Missy scream “WHAT!” And so did most of the customers on the floor below them, the rest just heard a scream over the clinking, tinkling, or music the hundreds of slots made. Three people in the buffet did drop their plates though.

“Ssshhh Missy!” Kim looked around, most of the people had gone back to what they had been doing. Some still stared at the two ladies, maybe expecting a girl fight, those were rare and always fun to watch.

“Sam did what!” It was loud, but at least it wasn’t a scream. A head poked out of the lady’s locker room looking at the two women.

Kim pulled Missy over to the doors for a conference room, the doors were locked. Kim grabbed the few keys hanging out of Missy’s jeans pocket. Pulled them up, also pulling the key cards attached to the key ring that was in her pocket. She found the yellow, main access card and slipped it in the electric lock, pushing the door open; she dragged Missy inside the large, empty room by her arm.

Kim rounded on Missy, even locked inside the empty conference room she still whispered, “Goddammit Missy, you can’t tell anybody this, not even your husband! If I get even one sly reference from anybody, I’ll buy this damn place and fire you. And no matter wherever you go, I’ll buy that place and fire you from there also.

“Where the hell is he getting all that money from,” Missy said quietly seeing how strange Kim was acting even in this relatively safe place to talk?

“It’s not drug money or illegal,” she whispered back, “he had a New York accountant fly here and do the paperwork. If it were illegal he would have never made such a bold move with drug money. He said he was going to shut down all his stuff, I guess he is selling stocks or companies and the such.”

“A billion is a lot of stocks Kim.”

“They were from all over the world Missy, 300 something million Euros, 40 something million yen, 50 something million krugger-somethings, a bunch of millions in rupees, I don’t even know where those come from, and a whole lot more!”

“It’s Krugerrands, they’re South African one ounce, gold coins. Rupees are India currency, yen are Japanese.”

Kim smiled for the first time, “Why you’re just Little Miss Information.”

Both ladies chuckled at the pun.

Kim touched her arm, “Wait! You said rupees are from India, yen are from Japan, I got a card from each of those places.”

“Oh My God Kim! He selling off everything he has, from all around the world. He is going to come back for you. Kim, he’s coming back for you, he’s damn good looking and apparently very rich, you lucky dog. Just warn me before he gets here,” she smiled evilly at her, “I’ll kidnap you, grab him and rock his world.”

“Yeah Missy, I thought the very same thing myself at one time. He just played with me like a cat with a toy, he didn’t even scratch, and he blew my mind. He shook me down to my toes, and not just once.” Missy saw Kim’s eyes come back from her daydream, they grabbed hers again, “No one Missy, not a living soul, don’t even go into a graveyard and whisper to a dead one, You never met a Samuel Stranger that you can remember, Kimberly Collett got sick and had to leave on Halloween, do it for your own sake Missy, for Bernie and your kids. Can you get into the computer system and delete out his account for me Missy?”

“I’ll try, if I can’t Trayce in accounting owes me a favor or 2,” Missy thought for a moment, “I’ll tell her he died. I’ll get her to do it.”

Kim looked at her watch, “Shit I’m late for my shift, I gotta go Missy.” Kim rushed out of the room hustling to her table.

Missy followed her out of the room wondering why she even cared about her shift. ‘Shit’, buy the damn place and hire someone else to work it for her. ‘The lucky dog!’ She reached down the front of her shirt and pulled out the necklace her husband had given her for Christmas just a couple of weeks ago. It had a gold Krugerrand for the setting, he had warned her to be careful with it, it had cost well over 1800 dollars, and that was just for the coin. She did the math, ‘God Damn’, that had to be around 10 billion just in Krugerrands, ‘The Lucky Dog’. She’d wait till their shifts stopped before telling Kim that little nugget. She almost tripped getting on the escalator going down and screamed again, when the little accountant in her head said she had made an error, it wasn’t 10, but 100 billion. Oh, and that was on the extreme low side for the value of the coin, US currency of course. Missy gripped the handrails hard to keep herself from falling down the escalator, ‘THE LUCKY DOG!’.

Missy tried Samuel O. Stranger this time, same results. Next she just typed Samuel Stranger, again she got back the same results. She next tried just S. O. Stranger, nothing again. She knew he was in the system, she had entered the data herself, she had given him the Sam’s Town Player’s Card. She went to the 31st of October and pulled up all the issued cards for that day, she looked down the list, no Stranger was listed having gotten a card for that day. She looked at the alphabetical list of names, wrote the number down for the lowest one on the list, then found and wrote down the highest number she could find. She did a search for all numbers issued that date from the lowest number to the highest number she had written down. There were about 120 or so entries. She followed the numbers down, paged to the next page. ‘There’, the numbers skipped one forward. She wrote down what the number should be in the system, went to the access page and typed the number in. The number had not been activated, comp points zero. She shook her head, she had entered his data and comped him for a thousand dollars worth of play. He should have at least $75 dollars in casino comps. She waved and motioned to Denny the next pit boss that she was taking a five minute break, he nodded back and moved between the two pit stands so he could handle both stations. Missy grabbed the two notes she had made and cleared her computer screen, now she was growing scared.

She took her notes to accounting and found Trayce.

“Hey Tray. Got a moment?”

“Sure Missy, what can I do ya for,” Trayce said?

“It’s no real problem, but a friend of mine’s husband died, She said she was getting flyers from here, it sort of reminded her about him, makes her sad. She asked me if I could do something to get us to stop sending them.”

“Sorry to hear about your friend Missy, sure I can stop them and close the account. What was his name?”

“Sam Stranger.”

Trayce typed some on her machine, then typed some more. “Do you know his full name Missy?”

Missy acted like she was thinking back, “Yeah, I think it was Samuel Oscar Stranger, something that starting with an O.” She walked around so she could watched over Trayce’s shoulder.

Trayce tried that, “Nope Missy, could he have used a different name? If he did that, I’ll have to know the name he used. Do you know his address?”

“Not off the top of my head Trayce,” she lied truthfully, she only remembered Baltimore, Maryland. But, I issued the card to him myself, I remember entering the data into the system. Wait, try this number.” Missy pulled out her notes, telling Trayce the number she had written down.

Trayce entered the number on her system, she typed some more, “Wow, that’s really weird, never seen it do that before.”

“What,” Missy asked?

“The number shows never to have been issued, but the system skipped it for some reason. It’s programmed to issue the next number in sequential order, must be a glitch. I see numbers issued before and after, but not that number.” Trayce wrote the non-issued number on a note. “Sorry Missy, if you could get the address, I could search that way,” she cleared her screen and pulled up the generic search screen. “Is the address local?”

Missy thought Ole Sam is covering his tracks pretty good, it scared her more, he was really serious about not existing. She reached down and took the Post It note Trayce had written the number down on, “Oh well I tried. I’ll get the address and come back. Thanks Trayce,” she fled Trayce’s office with the non-treasure. She stopped only long enough to take a bathroom break before going back to her station. She made sure the three notes also disappeared along with the strange Mr. Stranger. She had a few more gold nuggets to share with Kim when they both got off tonight. Now she was fighting on Kim’s side.


Missy sipped some more white wine, “Kim, are you sure about this guy?”

Kim sipped at her glass as the two sat around her table at home, she looked down at the stack of pink copies and the notes they had just made on them after searching the net. She looked at the total again shaking her head. She looked at the envelope she had left unopened, just lying on her table while she had been at work, she kicked herself mentally. They had both just came from her computer after doing a currency search on the net, then filled their wine glasses for the third time. She kicked herself again, for leaving over 150 billion dollars just ‘laying about’.


“Sorry Missy, I was just thinking about something.”

“The strange Mr. Stranger, shit, I’d think about a man if he just gave me five thousand dollars. But over 150 billion? What in the living hell are you going to do with 150 billion dollars Kim?” Missy mused, “Guess you could buy a small country or two. Kimmieland, make yourself the queen, if you build a casino, I get to run it.”

Kim picked up the envelope, something moved inside, she looked at the front, just … - - - … and nothing else, just like the postcards she got from him. She opened the envelope, pulling out a pastel blue, sheet of paper, three plastic cards fell out of the folded sheet of paper. Kim read the letter as Missy picked up the cards.

Mr. Theurer is a very nice person , don’t you agree? Hope you didn’t have a stroke after his visit. I am moving as fast as I can to get back to you. Some of the things I have to do are very complicated and have to be done just right. When I come back , both of us will just walk away , together. I miss you as much as I know you miss me. Wherever I am , I know when you go to sleep , you hold me. I hope you noticed when I sleep , I hold you.

Back to business remember these numbers , they are the account’s and the password access’ numbers :


Don’t freak out , they are simplicity personified. Just pick up a phone and look at the numbers for:



Please don’t write that in your notebook and destroy this letter when you are done reading it .

I also sent you a late Christmas present . The three credit cards all have 3 million dollars prepaid balance , each. When we leave together , they will stay behind and the money will end up eventually going to the card’s company.. Have fun , spread the wealth , make people as happy with them as you have made me with you. I love you and will come for you as soon as I can.
…--- …

Kim sighed.

“Well, aren’t you going to tell me what he said,” Missy asked?

Kim looked at the letter again, she carefully folded along the part about the account numbers and the coded access for them. She tore it from the letter and passed the two pieces to Missy.

“I need a potty break Missy, I think I’ll have another glass of wine, you?”

Missy set down the credit cards and picked up the two parts of the letter, “Will I need one Kim?”

“Yeah,” she drained hers, “cause I sure as hell need one after that.” She left the table to go flush the part of the letter she still held in her hand. She’d do the other two pieces as soon as Missy finished reading them.

Kim came back.

Missy said, “Good Buddy Kim, could I borrow just a few bucks to pay off my Christmas, say a mil or two?”

Both women laughed as Kim filled the two empty glasses, “Sure ya don’t want more Missy, say a bil or two?” They both roared with laughter. Kim said around snickers, “Good Buddy Missy, isn’t your birthday next week?”

8 Days Later

The Birthday Bunny struck for the first, but not the last time. Kim ignored the beeping from her purse as Missy tried to call her for the umpteenth time today, another message went into the phone’s filling mailbox. She waited, sitting on a bench outside the front doors of Sam’s Town. The waiting was the hardest part, she could hardly sit still. She had even asked a passing couple if they had a cigarette, choking on it as the man offered her one and then lit it for her. She had felt lightheaded, so she stomped it out after the couple had walked inside, she’d never smoked before. She was happy that her presents had been delivered on time, just like they happily had promised her. She saw Missy’s car pull into the employee lot, right on time for their planned birthday lunch.

She watched as Missy almost ran to her. Kim rose as she neared her, Missy almost knocked the both of them over the bench as she jumped at Kim giving her a big hug. Missy kissed her cheek.

“Thanks Kimberly, God Bless You. Bernie almost had a moose when they dropped off the new tractor early this morning, we both almost shit ourselves when the bank guy came and said the mortgage was paid in full.” She hugged and kissed Kim’s cheek again, “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“I do Missy,” Kim looked around seriously, “But, I have to ask you something very important first Missy.”

“Anything Kim, what’s a matter,” now Missy also looked around even though she had no idea what she was looking for?

“Come on,” she grabbed Missy’s hand and pulled her away from the building, still looking around conspiratorially. She led Missy out into the parking lot, glancing around. They stopped out in the back part, in front of some cars, Kim leaned over and whispered quietly in Missy’s ear, “So do you want the red one or the black one? Hope Bernie likes black that’s all they had in stock.”

Missy started to ask her what the hell she was talking about when she noticed the three new vehicles with the car lot’s stickers still plastered on the windows. A red 420 SLE Mercedes convertible, its’ Buddy, a black one, and a black, Mercedes, king cab, pick-up truck.

“Tell Bernie that he is either going to have to rough it with a short bed or take his back and wait on a special order for the full sized bed. Either way, they’re all paid for, take your pick Missy.”

Missy just gawked at Kim’s smiling face.

“Well, cat got your tongue, they’re both the same except for the color, which one Miss Believing?”

“This is just too much Kim,” she finally said to Kim.

“OK Missy, guess I’ll just roll down the windows and leave the keys in the ignition and try to make some car thief happy.”


“See,” she admonished Missy, “that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” She reached in a pocket and pulled out three big remotes. She looked at one of the devices, pushed a button, the truck flashed its lights and tooted its horn. She pushed the remote device again, the truck told the both of them it was now locked. She grabbed Missy’s hand and dropped the remote in her palm. “Tell Bernie not to bitch if you get something on his birthday also.” Kim tried another remote. “Should have asked them to label the dang things,” she said when the red car’s lights and horn went off, she relocked the car. “That one’s mine, always wanted a little red, 50,000 dollar convertible,” she slipped the remote in her jeans’ pocket. “I knew you would pick the black one,” she pushed the unlock button, then a bigger button. The remote flipped up a flat little bar with a sinuous groove carved down its’ length.

“Care to go for a test drive Madam,” she snickered handing the still stunned Missy the remote. “That’s what the guy said to me when I went on the lot, sum bitch almost had a cow when I picked and then paid for all three with a credit card.”

The wind was cold, the heater was on full blast, the radio/CD, Blaupunk, surround sound system blared loudly and they had the top down, as they flew low, down a country road doing 90. Kim let her go a couple more minutes and about 4 more miles, she lowered the volume. “Missy dammit I’m freezing my boobs off, if you kill me, you better hope you die also or Sam will kill you for trashing his girlfriend. Slow down, pull over and put the damn top up before my boobs break off!”

Missy did, laughing happily.

They waited for the power roof to unfold and close, “The dealership guy said you can open the top and close it at 50, but he said you should really try to slow to around 40.” She popped open the glovebox and pulled out a stack of paperwork. “Here’s the title, the insurance is good for a year on both, here is the car’s manual, hmmm wonder what this is,” she said holding a thick envelope? Kim opened the envelope and dumped it in Missy’s lap. A thick bundle wrapped in a rubber band and two bank books fell out.

Kim picked up the two bank books, “These are college funds for your kids Charlotte and Melvin, should get them through Harvard with money left over.” Kim dropped them back in Missy’s lap and picked up the bundle, “I was going to just wire transfer this into your account, but I ended up getting these after I talked to a banker. One hundred $5000 dollar cashier’s checks, watch’em their blank. They are also untraceable if you cash them correctly, if you take your time the IRS will never know you have them unless they do an intense audit of all the different bank’s records. I got them from 18 different banks. Happy Birthday Missy.”

“Kim…,” Missy shook her head. “How can I, we even try to make this up to you, I am overwhelmed.”

“Just think of it as buying your silence for Sam,”

“I would’ve done that for free, since you met Mr. Wonderful, your different. You were a pretty wonderful friend since the 1st grade, now you different. You’ve changed so much more since you met that guy. You are a brand new Kimberly, if there is anything, give you one of the kids, heck even Bernie when he pisses me off, anything I have is yours.”

Kim smiled at her best friend for well over 20 years, “Nah Missy, keep the husband, I’m pretty sure I’m getting one myself, as for the kids, they would be crying all the time about missing their wonderful Mommy. But, there is one tiny, little thing you could help me with.”

“Just name it Kim.”

On their way back to work, at a leisurely pace, well under the speed of sound now, she did.

Tuesday the 5th of February (22 Days Later)

Kim was so happy, the amulet had flashed that morning the brightest it had for awhile, he was closer. And that was the day the Birthday Bunny first started showering the employees of Sam’s Town with its’ gifts. Every employee, regardless of their job at the casino, born from the first of January till the 5th of February received a new car or truck. Two full and one almost full car hauling tractor-trailers pulled into Sam’s Town’s parking lot and started delivering brand new, fully paid for cars and trucks. Any employee not wishing to keep their older cars were paid well or had their loans paid off. The old cars were donated to needy families. A few people even tried to find out from the dealerships who the person was that had given them the gifts, so they could thank that person. The dealerships knew better than to tell anybody, speak out and your dealership wouldn’t get another order from the Birthday Bunny.

They didn’t, and had a very good year in sales, a very, very good year. They were very happy and the local charities were also happy that they could give so many needy families good used cars. All the gift cars were happily fixed, or fixed and painted and brought into as good of working order that the dealership’s mechanics could provide, it was going to be a very happy year for a lot of people.

The Birthday Bunny and her Helper Elf just acted surprised each time someone told them about their new car.


Tuesday the 4th of June

This card was from Istanbul, Turkey. She had already called FedEx and arranged for the pick-up telling them the letter would be under her door mat and could the courier drop-off about 6 more airbills and overnight letters. She already figured Sam waited till he was leaving a place before sending the postcards. The card was from half a world away, but this morning’s flashes were the brightest ones so far, he was close, very close.

Kim took her lunch break with Missy, they took a far table in the employee’s cafeteria where they could talk without being overheard.

“If I were you Kim, I’d make him take you to all these places when you guys take off.”

“Just might do that Missy. I called his accountant yesterday and asked him some stuff. He said that it was OK to destroy the copies he gave me. That I should wait a few days call the bank to ensure the deposits were cleared, he did that himself to insure the deposits went through with no problems, after that the records were superfluous. Had to look that word up, means redundant, not needed. It scares me to have records of all those transfers around the place. He said Sam asked him to destroy his copies after ensuring the transfers went through properly. He told me to go ahead and do the same. I took everything out into the parking lot and burned it. I sort of dropped a hint about the funds seeming strange. He said that he had seen a lot of documents about companies being sold and the word out on the street was that Mr. Stranger is planning on an early retirement.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what are you guys up to now?”

“I quit trying to do the exchange rates last month, counting today’s, I’d guess well over 160 maybe 165.”

“How in the hell can you just be so casual over having 160 billion dollars. They would have to have 3 or 4 people with ropes tied to me just to keep my feet on the ground.”

“I look at it a different way, all I’ll have to do is spend 19,020 dollars and 20 cents every second, of every day, for just a year and I could spend it all. I would Missy, every penny just to have him in my arms again. That old saying about distance making the heart grow fonder is just so much total bullshit, I yearn for him Missy. I know he is close, I know he is afraid to even contact me till he is ready to run away with me, and I know I have to wait till that day. But dammit, it isn’t easy. I don’t want the money, I want Sam. I don’t care if we live under a bridge, in a box, just as long as it’s WE.”

Missy smiled around a forkful of her salad, “Well, just give me the money when he gets here. I’ll have the limo driver stop every once in awhile and sprinkle a few dollars or coins over the side of the bridge, might even spring for a new box for you guys every few years.”
“Gee thanks Good Buddy Missy, I knew I could count on your sympathy and support.”

“No problem Mrs. Daddy Warbucks, hey wasn’t that the one Little Orphan Annie was in? How’s about you guys adopting a little, 32 year old girl, we could have one hell of a shopping spree for a year, take turns with studmuffin.”

Kim threw her napkin at Missy.

Wednesday the 3rd of July (29 days later)

The Ford Dealership happily dropped her off at her townhouse after she had given them her old car. She hoped nobody at work would wonder why the Birthday Bunny gave her a Mercedes and not being a staff member, all staff got Mercedes. At least she could drive her new car openly to work now. There was a flower delivery van in front of her door. She hurried to the delivery man, “Where you looking for Kim Collett?”

“Yes Ma’am, I left the flowers on your doorstep,” he climbed in his FTD van and drove off as she went to her door. A huge vase filled to overflowing with long stemmed, red roses and one, single, yellow one topping the middle of the arrangement. A big, silver balloon, shaped like a star, floated above the vase proclaiming to her to have ‘A Happy Birthday’. She found the card, all it said was ‘soon’ and the coded dots and dashes.

She re-filled the vase and added the powder to keep the flowers fresher longer. She waited on Missy, Bernie and their kids. Missy had taken the day off, and it was Kim’s regular day off, Missy had promised her a wonderful birthday, it was going to be very hard topping the simple 4 lettered word printed on the flower’s card, ‘SOON’.

Between getting sloppy birthday kisses from the twins and answering their questions if she really was as old as dirt like their mommy told them, she told the two parents about the vase of flowers and the card. Bernie seemed to just know that she had met a very nice man, that traveled a lot and was very, very, very rich. Kim handed up the card to Missy after having to show it to the kids. Missy showed Bernie.

“Why’d he put a distress signal on the card Kim?”

Melvin had distracted her with a question of what it was like without there being dirt around.

“Sorry Bernie, what did you say?”

Bernie held up the card, “The dots and dashes, they’re old Morse code for S O S, used to be old naval code for Ship On Shoals. Now, it’s a universal code for distress. I used to work on the river, on a barge tug. We always kept our radio tuned to the emergency channel. If they could still talk they called for a Mayday, if they couldn’t they tried to transmit an S O S to call for help.”

Missy quickly cut in, “Must be Steve’s initials, Steve Sampson. His middle one must be an O, right Kim?”

Kim saw Missy’s wink, it was lost on the two five year olds, and Bernie was driving. “Yeah, that must be it Bernie, his middle name is Osborn.”

“Creepy, but make sure and thank him again for all the wonderful gifts. Next time he’s in town I want to meet this Mr. Perfect.”

“Maybe you can take some notes from him on being a gentleman,” Missy huffed trying to derail the conversation.

“Sorry, no can do Babe, I’m Cajon, we don’t have that word in our dictionary.”

“Boy don’t I know that,” Missy noogied him in the arm, “all you have is two words as far as I can figure out, sex and food.”

Bernie laughed loudly, “You mean there are more words than two?” The twins had no idea what was going on, but Daddy, Mommy and ‘Auntie Kim’ laughed, they did too, joining the group. It was a happy birthday for everyone.


Monday the 12th of August

Kim stopped at a pay phone with a roll of quarters, she called Mr. Theurer. They said a few pleasantries and then she asked, “Mr. Theurer, I didn’t receive your monthly letter last week, is everything alright?”

“Yes Miss Collett, I guess I should have notified you, I thought Mr. Stranger would have by now, I just saw him a few days ago. He talked quit highly about you. He gave me a substantial bonus and said he just had a few more loose ends to tie up and he was retiring for good. He thanked me for my services and then made sure that all my records were destroyed.”

“Isn’t that unusual Mr. Theurer?”

“Why not at all Miss Collett, it happens quit regularly with clients that no longer wish to be bother with the hassle of managing expansive portfolios. They just shut everything down, lump it all together, even at a very modest interest rate you are looking at many hundreds of millions per year in interest. The same thing happened with another couple of my clients just a few months ago. Very nice couple, both doctors, quite a striking couple, they did more or less the very same thing Mr. Stranger did. And, it can also be a safety precaution, knowledge of the sum we have dealt with is very tempting to the wrong sort of people Miss Collett. Care should be exercised less this knowledge become known.”

“Well, I am sorry I bothered you Mr. Theurer, you have more than answered my questions. It has been a pleasure working with you, I hope we meet again.”

“I do too Miss Collett, and please accept mine and my wife’s congratulations on your impended marriage to Mr. Stranger. And please pass on my sincerest gratitude for the bonus he gave me, it was very large, I did not look at it till after he had left my office, I think Debra is out shopping for more fur coats, why she needs another is quit beyond me, after all you can only wear one at a time. But he has certainly made her quite happy, and if she is happy, then I am happy also.”

“Sam’s pretty good at making people happy. I’ll make sure and pass that on to him next time I see him, again thank you Sir.”


Thursday the 5th of September

Last month’s had been New York City then San Francisco , this postcard was from Seattle.

Friday the 6th of September, 1 day later

Kim sat in front of her computer checking her e-mails. She answered the few from her friends, deleting the junk. The waiting was wearing her down, this morning’s amulet check had been very bright, he was just right here, and had been so for over a month. So close, yet so far. She tabbed into the search field and punched in S O S. The Google search engine said there were 3,391,226 entries, she thought that should give her a hobby while she waited. She cleared the search and entered Samuel Oscar Stranger as a fluke, wishing she could find him. The Google page quickly came back with 6 entries, she started to delete the search and go for her daily run. The first small entry note caught her eye, it said something about Space Operations Services, chairman of the board Samue before cutting off.

Kim quickly clicked on the link.

A smiling Sam stared out of her computer. The page said he was the Chairman of the Board for Space Operations Services. The page said very little about Sam. It said quite a bit about the company having 6 locations in the US and many overseas locations. Russia, India, Pakistan, Turkey, France, Great Briton, Germany, Ecuador, Japan and soon another location in China, Kim had postcards from every one of the locations stuck to her refrigerator with magnets. Space Operations Services dealt mostly with telecommunications and secure data transmission systems, it also boasted that new and exciting systems were under development that would revolutionize the current systems now in use. Sam had told her he was a communications engineer. The home office was located in Baltimore Maryland. It had a contact button for further inquiries. Kim moused to the contact page, it listed the addresses of all the locations, e-mail contacts and phone numbers. She looked at the home office in Baltimore, reached over, picked up her phone and dialed the number listed.

“Space Operation Services how may I direct your call?”

“Mr. Samuel Stranger,” Kim said.

“One moment please.”

Elton John played ‘Rocket Man’ softly in her ear, as her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

Space Operations Services, Mr. Stranger’s office, may I help you?”

“I am friend of Sam’s, I was just wondering if he was in?”
“May I ask who’s calling.”

“Kimberly Collett in Tunica, Mississippi.”

“This is Tilly Levin, Mz. Collett, Mr. Stranger’s personal secretary. I’m afraid that Mr. Stranger is out of the office today Mz. Collett. May I take a message and have him contact you as soon as possible?”

“Do you know when he might be returning Mz. Levin?”

“He has been very busy lately, but he always promptly returns my e-mails, would you like for me to leave a message for him to contact you?”

“No, I should be seeing him soon anyway, thank you Mz. Levin.”

“It really is no problem Mz. Collett, are you sure you wouldn’t like for me to leave him a message?”

“No thank you Mz. Levin, I’ll wait till I see him, goodbye.” Kim hung up.

And Mz. Levin didn’t send a message to Mr. Stranger. Although she did make a noted entry of Kim’s call in her ledger.

52.6 miles away from S.O.S.’s main offices

“Did you have time to trace the number?”

The other agent hit the print button and Kim’s data started spitting out of the machine.

“Best lead we’ve had on this guy. I want to know her panties’ size, where she buys them and what she had for breakfast everyday for the last six months by the time I get back. I’m walking this up personally to the Boss.

Agent Utesch, related the overheard conversation to Section Chief Sowell explaining that he would have the printed transcript of the conversation on Chief Sowell’s desk within the hour along with a complete dossier on Mz. Kimberly Collett of Tunica, Mississippi. Section Chief Sowell called his Boss and explained to him. He listened to the instructions, said Yes Sir, right away Sir and replaced the receiver. “I want a full ten man team, round the clock, put a tap on everything, she better not be able to pee unless we’re close enough to wipe, a squad of S.W.A.T. two snipers and a Blackhawk on 24 hour standby. Where the hell is Tunica, Mississippi?”

“Just a few miles south of Memphis, Tennessee, Sir.”

“Drop whatever you are doing, get the briefs on her and on my desk ASAP! I think we can finally grab one of the bastards.”

“Yes Sir.”
“I wanted those other agents in Memphis yesterday, move it!”

Agent Utesch did.

2 hours 12 minutes later

Kim was flying down Highway 61 with the top down heading for work. She wondered if she did the right thing by trying to call Sam at his office.

568.1 miles away, as the crow flies

The C-135 turbo prop loaded with 22 heavily armed men took off, flying towards Memphis, Tennessee. They would be briefed on the operation, by an agent, when they arrived in Memphis.

2 hours and 44 minutes later

Kim was talking to Missy and telling her what she found out about Sam on the internet. Both sort of sighed inwards, now really knowing the all that money wasn’t tainted, but earned honestly by hard work and a very, very sharp, if alien mind. They both were pretty happy and made plans to have lunch together around 9:30 PM.

13.8 miles away, as the crow flies

The local Memphis office of the FBI was not happy having to give the NSA agents, but not being told why, 4 of their surveillance cars and two of their vans camouflaged with local company logos. They couldn’t really beef when they were told to assist with 15 more of their agents and have them on 24 hour on-call for back-up. After all, the Chief of the Department of Justice had made the request, and he was their Boss. The small, deadly army started moving towards Kim.


Wednesday the 9th of October

Kim was giving the prepaid credit cards to Missy along with the confirmation codes for large purchases as they walked back from their lunch break. The cards where generic and were made out to a corporation call Starbright Inc. She finished by telling Missy the approximate balances left on each card as they approached the gaming area. She had woke up that morning, her daily amulet check had been the brightest she had ever seen, soon, very soon. She didn’t want the Birthday Bunny and Helper Elf to let down the few employees that hadn’t received their birthday presents. The employee parking lot looked like a huge, new car, parking lot. Some of the last employees dropped hints to everybody about what kind of car they wished they had. It had made such a difference around the casino. Everybody treated everybody with kindness that bordered on sugary sweetness. Nobody wanted to piss off the Birthday Bunny before they got their new car. Nobody but Birthday Bunny and Helper Elf knew who they really were. It didn’t matter if you were one of the trash guys, who all got Mercedes. Or the casino’s general manger, who also got a new 850 4 door Mercedes coup, or a customer, you got the super duper, royal treatment at Sam’s Town Casino. And besides, there is always next year to look forward too.

8 feet away

Agent D.J. Ivy tried to see what the women passed to each other, but an older lady had walked between them and him, he just couldn’t go up and use his sap on her. And, the remote listening device disguised as an eye glass holder, in his front pocket, didn’t work worth a damn in the casino with all the machines and the electronic noise from the machines. One of the agents had learned the hard way about carry in a weapon on the first day, the casino had embedded metal detectors in all the entrances for customer security. Two security guards had cornered the agent, he had gotten out of the mess by showing his fake FBI ID and saying he was off-duty and he was sorry for bringing in the handgun, he would return it to the trunk of his car. He now had to sit in the monitoring car in the lot, so as to not draw attention to himself on the facial recognition systems the casino overhead monitors used. At least the two RVs had arrived and the snipers and Special Weapons And Tactical team had two clear lines of fire covering the guest and employee parking lots. Everybody settled in for a nice long surveillance. The room was good, the food buffets were good and he got to gamble free. The agency gave him money to gamble with, they didn’t say he couldn’t keep the winnings he won. As long as he reported the losses and turned in the proper amount of the distributed allotment each day, he just pocketed his winnings if he had any left over. He figured he was about 850 ahead and was beginning to like playing three card stud. As a plus, the lady he watched was pretty and very easy on the eye, and she had a nice smile and a quick, witty humor. Though at some times she did seemed sort of sad. Of course that didn’t matter much to him, if ordered to do so he would kill her before her body could hit the floor. And his embedded earpiece, disguised as a hearing aide, worked just fine inside the casino.

8 minutes later, 3 feet away

“Back for more abuse tonight Dave,” Kim asked?

“I feel lucky tonight Kim, deal me some good hands this time, please.”

“Don’t I always Dave,” Kim said back to him? The waitress asked him if he wanted a drink as she passed the table, he just order his usual to her, a coke with a lime twist. Kim started to deal as he placed his bet, he always just played the minimum ante and play bets and he must be a total teetotaler, she had never heard him order anything stronger than a coke. He was cute, but he wasn’t even close to a Sam. She had seen the tattoo a couple of times on his arm, “Dave, what’s the tat your wearing?” It looked like a curved snake with a knife sticking through it, surrounded by a sort of heart or shield shaped banner. The banner had something written on it, but she couldn’t make out what was printed there.

“Just something I got when I was younger and in the Army, Kim. Been meaning to have it removed. If I win enough money, I can afford to have it lazed off.” He really should get the Special Forces tattoo removed or start wearing long sleeved shirts, he won 20 dollars on the first hand, maybe he would really use his winnings to have it lasered off. He settled in for a nice shift, chatting with her. He just hoped he wasn’t the one that would be assigned to kill her when the time came.

Monday the 14th of October, 5 days later

Kim was not in a very happy mood since she woke up and checked her amulet that morning. It had been almost unseen in her bedroom’s filtered light. She went into the bathroom, closed the door and turned out all the lights, still the glow was very small, about the smallest she had ever seen. He was either all the way on the other side of the Earth or on the moon. Still, there was the two small flashes. She had grabbed the amulet about 5 or 6 times, his pulses of heat hadn’t come back. Sometimes they didn’t, but at least 99% of the time she got a response from him. She would try later. He had been so close just a day ago, bright flashes, now almost nothing, she was still happy for the two flashes, but she was grumpy because they were so dim, he had too be as far from her as he could get.

She decided to run off her anxiety, she pottied and then pulled off her nightie in her bedroom searching for some clean running togs.

584 meters away and watching her on closed circuit TV

“Damn nice piece of meat there Frank, if they let me do her, I might take her for a ride first. Very good looking, I like the way she shaves her pussy, bald as a baby’s ass.”

Frank really didn’t like Agent Allen Dupree, still he watched the monitor as she undressed and then started dressing for her morning’s run. “What was that in the bathroom Allen,” he said trying to stop Allen from leering at the woman?

“Whadda ya see,” not taking his eyes off the monitor till she had pulled down her running bra, top and up her spandex shorts. “I didn’t see nothing but dark.”

“Nothing I guess Allen, thought I saw a couple of red flashes, first time she ever used the bathroom with the lights off.”

“Our loss, but I have made copies of all the other times, let me know and I’ll burn you some, mighty fine hunk of still warm, dead meat. Let Tony know she is going to go for her jog.”

Frank did as he was instructed to by the Senior Agent on Site.

Friday the 25th of October, 11 days later

Kim had almost tried calling Sam’s office again, but she knew he wasn’t there. The amulet’s flashes were still really weak, it was like he was as far from her as he could be. Sam hadn’t sent her any pulses for over 2 weeks, or he was so far that her amulet barely responded to his, she tried to tell herself. She knew in her heart that wasn’t right, she had felt him when he was in Russia and Japan and in India. She hugged herself in one of the restroom stalls, wiping at a small tear before deciding to go back down a little early. She came out of the employee lounge, thought she saw Dave at one of the buffet tables. Kim started to wave, but he seemed to not see her and turned away. She had seen a lot of him lately, one time he had sort of half-heartily tried to ask her out on a date. She had politely fended him off by saying it was against casino policy to date customers. But, if he wanted to get a job here, it was OK for employees to date. He had told her he already had a job. He hadn’t tried to hit on her since. Not that it mattered, Sam had promised her ‘soon’, and Sam had always keep his promises. She just wished soon were sooner.

13 minutes later

Kim saw him coming, she still smiled at him, but the guy gave her the creeps. She had already told Missy about him twice coming on to her. He didn’t seem to want to take no for an answer. She even told him that she had a fiancée, he had responded by asking to see her ring. She had almost flipped out the amulet to wave in his face, but she had resisted the urge to do that. Now, whenever Missy saw the guy at her table, Missy sort of made it obvious that she was listening. And Missy really didn’t need a reason to bounce someone out and ban them from Sam’s Town. He was a lousy dresser or must come here straight from his job, he sometimes wore a casual shirt, but the same brown or black wingtips and his polyester pants gave him away as a loser. And he almost always did lose as he sat across from her leering at her constantly. He must be going for the Al Pacchino ‘Tony Montana’ look tonight. Big collared, fake silk shirt, half-buttoned. She put on her best Sam’s Town face and welcomed him to her table. She did notice after about 45 minutes of play, when he took a free beer from the waitress he never tipped, that he had a tattoo on his right chest, just like the one her other regular Dave had.

3 feet away

‘Yeah baby you are hot’, Agent Allen Dupree thought. He had already made sure that he was going to be one of the escort agents when they snatched her and her commie, government secret passing boyfriend. At least that was the reason he had been told was for the stakeout. He just might find a nice dark place on the plane ride back and do her, maybe in front of her commie boyfriend. He had only been told that it was permissible to terminate the two, with extreme prejudice, if they attempted to escape before or after capture. But to do all possible to capture the both of them alive, no orders had been issued about what conditions they needed to be in, just alive. He was going to make sure she got his private interrogation on the plane ride back to Washington, the whole damn flight if possible, and he was lead agent, his word was law. And he knew to try and keep the snatch hush-hush. Once these two were in the bag, they were never going to see the daylight again. That was of course unless the sun was up when they took a round to the back of the head and a deep plunge, weighted, to the bottom of the ocean. He wondered if he could weasel onto the boat and interrogate her some more before capping her. He would make sure the boyfriend stayed alive just long enough to watch him fuck his fiancée. Maybe even take her up the ass too and then fuck her again before killing her, then putting a bullet between his goofy eyes. He wondered what it would feel like to be cumming inside her when he put a bullet in her brain. It made him hard just thinking about doing it to her.


Tuesday the 29th of October

Sam was right in front her. His eyes glowing a bright blue, his smile filling her heart with happiness. She reached out her arms to him and he came into them. She could feel the warm pulses of his heart beating with hers as they embraced and kissed. He slowly entered her, she moaned with delight, he seemed to have a billion hands, all rubbing, caressing, fondling. She flared in heat as his tempo slowly increased. His heart beats pulsed against hers, she squirmed in ecstasy under him as he moved quicker. His heart beat pulsed, she came as she woke up in her bed alone, in the early morning light. She pulled soaked fingers and a wet hand from between her legs as the amulet around her neck pulsed twice again. Kim wiped her wet hand on her pulled up nightie, grabbed the amulet and sent him back a response. His came back with three quick twin pulses, she sighed and leaned back holding the amulet in her hand, she didn’t feel the three, longer twin pulses a pause and three, quick twin pulses, after she had dropped the amulet on the top of her wet nightie. She thought she felt the amulet pulse at her when she showered her morning pleasure off before going out to put on her new running bodyglove. She had bought the full bodysuit when the weather started to cool some. All this missing Sam and pent up sexual energy had to be taken out somehow. That had been the third wet dream she had about Sam this month. But, all the running was doing wonders for her figure, she was in the best shape she had ever been in life. She admired herself in the mirror, slipped on some short, silk shorts for some modesty, the suit looked like it had been spray painted on her body. Maybe she’ll leave early for work, stop by the mall and get some really expensive running shoes. She had bummed one of the 5 grand cashier’s checks off Missy when she gave her the credit cards. She had walked over to the Resort and had the cashier turn it into chips, played a few games and went to another window to change it back to currency.

The amulet rubbed against her chest under the tight spandex suit, she pulled it from under her suit, she didn’t want it banging around as she ran, she took it off and placed it on the dresser. If she had worn it just 30 more seconds, she would have felt three, twin, quick pulses, a pause, three, twin slow pulses, a pause, three, twin quick pulses, but she was already outside warming herself up for the run. She thought she might even try for another mile this morning, Sam was coming SOON!

584 meters away

“Goddammit! Our runner’s out getting breakfast, you two get into cover-alls and park along her usual running route, go! I’ll leave a note for Tony, to come when he gets back. I’ll take a car and follow her in trail. Goddammit why didn’t you wake me up when she got up? Go Goddammit,” Lead Agent Allen Dupree barked at Frank and Dave!

They did.

Over half way into her morning’s run

There it was again, the same car, crossing an intersection two blocks up in the subdivision she ran beside. A girl sort of knows when someone is watching her. A smart girl, out alone, even in the daylight, should always keep her mind alert to her surroundings. A very smart girl, afraid her boyfriend might be found by the wrong people, watches everything, all the time. She picked up her pace, pushing herself harder. she pounded towards the next intersection right before the road bent around going up the backside of the subdivision. She didn’t see the car as she went by the next intersection, she turned her head left before the six foot, and wood fence cut off her view of the intersection. Two streets up the car nosed into the intersection before the fence blocked her view. She pushed up her pace more and rounded the bend, heading up the road that went along the backside of the subdivision, then by the back of her condo about a half mile away. She went up two intersections at a fast pace, her breath becoming ragged. The car was pulled into a driveway about three houses down the block. Someone sat in the driver’s seat, she couldn’t see more except that his face was turned towards her as she lost sight of the car, as its’ back up lights came on right before the fence finally blocked her view. She started sprinting up the road heading for her townhouse. She couldn’t make it at this pace. She gulped at the air like a fish out of water. She saw a phone van about 50 yards away, someone was working next to a pole, she slowed some, and then to a walk as she approached the van. She gasped air as she walked by the front of the van, sweat from the run and fear poured off her, she watched over her shoulder as she approached the back of the van.

“Good morning.”

Kim turned sharply to the guy working with some cables on the ground, tools lay about on the ground, he smiled at her, he seemed familiar. Kim smiled back and managed to get out a ‘morning’ between breaths that slowed. The man pushed one of the closer doors to the van closed. An arm reached out of the van and pulled at the other to close it some also. She knew that arm, Dave’s tattoo gave it away.

“Is that you Dave?”

Nothing happened for a second or two, then a head came around the front closed door. Dave stuck his head out, saw Kim and smiled a big smile.

“Hey Kim, what are you doing around here?”

Kim’s breathing was almost normal again. She glanced back down the road, nothing. She pointed in the direction of her condo, “I live just right over there Dave,” she smiled at him. She looked back down the road, a different car turned into the road and came towards them and passed. “Guess I don’t feel so sorry for taking your money at the casino,” Kim said as Dave carefully stepped out of the van through the far door, then pushed it closed.

Dave gave her a questioning look.

Kim smiled at both men, “You guys work for the damn phone company, makes my casino look like a bunch of slackers taking other peoples money according to my phone bills and DSL fees.

Everybody got a chuckle out of that.

Kim looked back down the road, still no sign of the other car. “So, ya coming over tonight so I can take back some of my phone bill?”

“Nope, can’t make it tonight Kim. I have a meeting with my boss to update him on our progress putting in the new fiber optics system. Did tell ole Frank here about this wicked dealer that thrives on taking my money.” Dave nodded at Frank, “That’s the one I told you about Frank.”

Frank smiled at Kim, “Dave, she doesn’t look like a money stealing troll with a big wart on her nose, looks pretty cute to me.” Frank rose, wiped his hands on the coveralls and extended it to Kim.

“Hi. My name’s Frank,” he shook Kim’s hand gently. “He paints a different picture of you Kim.” He looked over Kim, “I can see why, love the suit. We may just run into some problems and have to hang around longer, the view here is pretty nice.”

Kim gave him a frowning smile, “Come on over tonight Frank, I think I’ll like taking your money as much as I like taking Dave’s.”

Everyone chuckled again.

“Well, I gotta run, I’m going shopping for some new shoes,” she snickered at her joke, she waved at both guys, they waved back as she turned and started running up the road at a leisurely pace towards her townhouse, looking at all the intersections as she passed them, nothing.

50 yards away and growing

“She seemed sort of scared at first, think Allen spooked her?”

Frank answered, “Might have, he spooks me. She acted pretty normal to us though, should we tell Allen?”

“Yeah,” said Dave, “But that guy sort of creeps me out anyway. The way he burns extra copies of her naked all the time. I mean she is going to have to go, but I think he has other plans for her before she dies. At first I didn’t want to have to be the one, but I’d much rather make it quick than to think about what Allen would do to her first.”

“Yeah,” both men watched her small, distant form turn into the condo’s parking lot, flashing an electric, silver blue with bright red shorts. “Seems such a shame though, I don’t think she in all that deep, it’s going to guilt by association.”

“Yeah,” Dave sighed softly, “let’s pack up and get back to the apartment, she said she was going to go shopping.”

13 minutes later

Dave saw Allen leering at the monitor as Kim finished toweling herself off in the bedroom, he pulled out a disc from the machine and inserted another one.

“She stopped by and saw me by accident, she didn’t make us, the phone cover worked good. Told her she could expect Frank to come over tonight.”

Allen didn’t take his eyes off the monitor, switching to a different pen camera to follow her back into the bathroom. He set a time marker on the player recorder and pushed the burn button. He watched as the camera swung wildly, and was blocked, it swung again and ended up pointing at half a Scope bottle and a wall. Allen switched back to the bedroom camera, making a note to tell Tony to go in as the cable repairman and readjust the cold cream jar as soon as she was verified at work.

“OK Dave, good job. Gives us a wider spread of up close agents. Let Frank take your spot tonight, you get tomorrow, I’ll take the next. Keeps Tony out of the loop, he can be our running buddy, she’s used to him being there, they have even ran together a couple of times.”

“She mentioned she was going to go shopping.”

“Hm, wonder where, maybe back to the car dealers. Don’t know why she shops so much with them, she has a brand new Mercedes? You guys mount up, you take the north road, Frank south, I’ll tail.”

“She seemed sort of scared, Frank said, when she first came up, she might have made the car.”

Kim came back out of her bathroom with the towel wrapped around her head. She went to the dresser and picked up the necklace, putting it back on.

Allen said, “Damn, I was hoping she wouldn’t wear that today, I was going to have Tony go in and adjust the cold cream jar again, hoped we might get a chance to take a closer look at that, she never seems to take it off. Must be important.”

Still watching Kim as she started putting on her clothes, “Tell Frank to saddle up, I’ll swap to another chase car and tell Tony to get ready to go in and adjust the jar when we verify her at work. Let’s go.”


Monday the 30th of October

Sam was still going apeshit with his ring, he kept sending her his initials. She had finally figured out it was his code for his name last night. … --- … Almost every hour on the hour, she figured he was telling her he was coming for her. Still, the amulet barely pulsed when she held it, he was still very far away from her. Kim was over watching Missy’s kids as Bernie used his new tractor and just purchased combine to clear the feed corn from his fields. It was her first day off on what should have been a two day ‘weekend’. She had decided to work her next regular day off for one of the other ladies, so the woman could take her youngsters out to Trick or Treat on Halloween. Charlotte was running around with her necklace on. Kim had been afraid it wouldn’t fasten around the child’s neck, but it did. I just didn’t flash. She had told little Lottie that it was a special, magic necklace that would make her grow up a pretty princess, now she couldn’t get it back from her. She didn’t worry about the child trashing the necklace, she had hung it one time while digging in a cabinet. The damn thing almost yanked her off her feet when she had tried to straighten back up. It was very pretty and very strongly designed. She chased Mel and Lottie pretending she was a dragon trying to eat the princess and being protected by her white knight, they were happy and she was happy.

586.6 yards away

Frank asked “So, what did Allen say about Farmer John and his family?”

“They found some abnormalities,” replied Dave as the two watched the house from a third of a mile away in a stand of pines. “Seems farming pays off pretty good, mortgage paid off mid-January, new tractor, combine, two new Mercedes, a big new boat in June, two whopping big college funds for the kids. If that is normal, I’m in the wrong line of work.”

“Think they’re involved?”

Dave guessed, “Could just be gifts from the lady, best friends for life, she might have just felt like spending some of that money she got.”

“Have they found where that went to?”

“No, but for 173.8 billion they are looking pretty hard. The offshore was closed down 2 months ago, and the Swiss are refusing to do a search for the funds. They say that they were given proof the money was obtained under perfectly legal conditions and for Uncle Sam to go fuck himself. State Department is still working on them, but I’d say the cagy bastard has spread it out all over the damn planet by now. Bet you 20 bucks that they still have it there and don’t want to have to give it back. They probably figured we’re going to tag the sum bitch, when we do they’ll get to keep it till we can prove to them it was illegally gotten. Which we can’t, they win either way.”

“Will we still pick them up after we bag Big Money and Snow White?”
“Nope,” Dave said. “Director Plummer said the FeeBee’s get them. He had to throw the FBI a bone for wasting all their manpower on a non-productive stake-out. Also, the orders from on high are now, wound them if you have to, but no killing, and they want them in good working order, if at all possible.”

Frank sighed, “That’s the best piece of news, throws a monkey wrench into Allen’s plans for the woman. He was starting to scare me, the way he watches her and the recordings over and over. That’s a sicko motherfucker.”

Dave sort of half whispered even though they were the only two agents for over a mile, “Did you see this morning’s paper?”

“Just the sport’s section.”

“Try expanding your mind Frank. A poor hooker was found up on the north side. she had the living shit beat out of her. She’s in critical condition in a local hospital. She described her assailant, could have been Allen’s double, right down to the wingtip’s shoe marks the fucker left on her body. And, Allen left mad after he got the new directives last night, that’s one sicko motherfucker.”


Thursday the 31st of October


The amulet was distracting her from her work, she had thought about leaving it in her locker. It had even woke her up twice last night, she finally took it off and put it on her nightstand after sending back 3 squeezes to Sam. She was pretty excited, she knew he was coming for her. Sleep took a long time to take her away to him. The glow this morning was much brighter. She had checked it again before going on-shift and it was hard to tell under the lights in the restroom, but it seemed even brighter. He was coming for her.

The only bad part of the day had been when the leering man had came to her table. She was still pleasant to him, but he seemed mad at somebody, a frown between leers at her. She pulled the amulet from under her shirt when it started to pulse again and let it hang out. Most of the ladies had seen it when she changed into her uniform. Some had even asked her about it, she had told them her grandmother had willed it to her. It didn’t matter, tomorrow or the day after she would be with Sam and far from this place, she knew this in her heart.

The Leering Man now had another thing to focus on. He still seemed mad, even after he had won about 6 hands in a row. He had even doubled his bet and played the pair spot twice, winning both times. He sort of frowned at her, then leered at her, then looked at the amulet. This guy was a total nutcase. Still he drank free beer, and never tipped the waitresses. He even had to call them over, they knew he didn’t give them a penny in tips and they tried to avoid him, by mistake.

An older man came to her table, she had seen him start to walk by, and then he came back, asking her how to play. Leery snorted at him as Kim explained the rules to the nice man. After he had played three hands it was Kim’s break time. The man picked up his chips and stopped her as she left the table.

“Excuse me Miss?”

“Yes Sir,” she said kindly to him.

“I hope it is no bother, and I don’t want to appear like I am intruding, but could you tell me where you got that beautiful necklace?”

Kim saw the Leering Man watching the conversation. She said loudly enough for him to hear, “It was a gift from my Grandmother.”

“I’m a retired jeweler and I have never seen such a stone, may I examine it please?”

Kim was loathed to take the necklace off, but she was happy, she turned some to block Leering Man’s line of sight. “It just a trinket Sir, really nothing, a family heirloom.”

“Please Miss, may I look at it?”

Kim was kicking herself again, the one damn time she lets it out and this has to happen. “Sure,” she said leaning over letting the man examine the necklace.

“Gorgeous,” he muttered to himself as he looked at the setting, “exquisite.”

He might be retired, but he still had jewelry in his blood, he reached in a pocket and pulled out one of those thingies jewelers look at diamonds and the such with. He took about a minute, cupped his hand over the setting looking again. He straightened up.

“I will offer you 500 for the necklace.”

Kim leaned back up, centering the setting. “I’m sorry Sir, it has much more sentimental value than five hundred dollars.” She was sort of disappointment, she thought it was worth at least a couple of thousand, Planet Earth Money.

He laughed softly at her, “I’m sorry Miss, I should have said 500,000 dollars. 750 tops, er 750 thousand that is.”

Kim tried not to show her shock on her face.

The nice man went on, “It is either the best ruby I have ever seen in my life or the best red diamond, the stone is flawless, perfect. I will give you a million dollars for it, I can have the money within a couple of days,” he sweetened his deal, “cash.”

Kim took a small step back, “I couldn’t possibly part with it Sir.”

He looked sadly at her, dug in a pocket and pulled out a business card, “If you decide to sell it, please call me. I will match any offer you receive.”

Kim took his card and slid it into her back jeans pocket. “I promise Sir, that if I do decide to sell it, I will let you purchase the necklace, OK?” Kim stuck out her hand, he shook it slowly looking at the setting.

“Could I ask you one other thing and I will not bother you again.”

“Yes Sir.”

He reached over lifted the setting off her chest, he looked at the front and then turned it over, “How do you get it to glow like that?”

Kim freaked out, she yanked the amulet out of his hand, stared at the stone like she had never seen it before, YES, She cupped her other hand around the setting, ‘YES!’. It had a faint glow, it seemed to brighten some, ‘OH GOD! HE’S COMING FOR HER! NOW!’.
She didn’t even bother to answer the nice man, she turned and fled fast to the employee’s locker room where she could hide and look at the stone.

She couldn’t tell good, the stall’s lights were too bright, she searched for a darker room. She finally resorted to going out into the parking lot, the quarter moon was bright, but she saw the stone brighten some, ‘OH GOD, OH GOD,OHGOD!’, Sam was coming for her, NOW! She looked at her watch, she was late on her break. She turned and went back inside. Kim took off the necklace and stuffed the glowing amulet in her front jeans pocket.

112 feet and closing

Lead Agent Allen Dupree saw her coming back from the parking lot. He nodded at Agent Mark Shapely giving him a thumbs up as he passed him sitting on the first bank of machines before you could go into the lobby and out the doors. Still on the walkie-talkie, disguised as a cell phone, he gave the standby code to everybody, he could feel it in his bones. He made sure that the objective was to wait till the couple left the casino and take them down in the parking lot. He waited till he was acknowledge by all groups before flipping closed the cell and heading back to her table. He felt the phone buzz his leg, she had reentered the casino. It was just a matter of time baby and your mine. He had even called the two vans to drop their surveillance and come to the casino. He would stuff lover boy in one and stuff Snow White on the way to the airport in the other, screw directives, and he’d screw her too.

3 feet away

He didn’t know how she knew, but she knew something. He could tell, she looked up, searching the casino between hands, calling two wrong even. She was excited and so was he, your mine bitch!

11 minutes later

Agent Dupree felt the cell buzz three times, the target was sighted, he felt his dick getting hard.

The cell buzzed twice more, the target was in the casino.

16 seconds later

Agent Dupree saw the target come around a bank of machines and head towards the table. Snow White was shuffling a hand, she didn’t see him approach. He sort of ducked some, maybe trying to sneak up and surprise her. Agent Allen Dupree had a bigger surprise, for the both of them. He hit the standby code on the cell in his pocket. His other hand eased the sap he carried in the other pocket out so he could get to it easier if he needed to deviate from the takedown plan.

8 seconds later

The Big Commie Bastard took the second seat, just one away from him, Snow White had just dropped the cards into the dealing machine’s hopper, she pulled out the first three set of cards and turned back. She dropped the cards, the stunned look on her face instantly turned into a huge smile.

1 second later

Sam was smiling at her, she felt like her smile went all the way around her head, “Miss me Kim.” He said to her?

“You can’t possibly imagine how much Sam.”

“Are you ready to go Kimberly?”

“Yes Sam I am.”

“Just give me a minute, it was a long drive I need a bathroom break and then we leave, OK?”

Sam looked over at the Leering Man, he stuck out his hand, “Hi, my name is Sam.”

The Leering Man shook Sam’s hand, “I’ll let Missy know I’m going to leave Sam, hurry back please. I don’t want to miss another second with you.”

2.5 feet away from the target

‘You’re going to be missing a whole bunch of his seconds bitch, forever, but I’ll let you have some of mine.’ Lead Agent on Site, Allen Dupree pressed the standby code again on the cell in his pocket with his other hand after he let go of the target’s hand.

2.5 feet away

“I’ll be right back.” Sam smiled hugely, he stood, pulled his chair in closer, leaning the back against the table. He turned from her, smiled at the Leering Man and then hammered him right in the side of his head.

Kim was still smiling as she heard the man’s skull crunch under the impact of Sam’ fist over the cacophony coming from the tables and machines. The man dropped sideways off the chair and fell between two tables, almost into the pit area. Some people chuckled thinking a drunken player had fallen off his chair. The blow Sam had given the man had been a blur his fist out and then back to his side so fast. Kim had been right there, just feet away, she wasn’t even sure she saw what had just happened. Sam moved like greased lightening, he was between the tables in an instant, stepping over the man’s body. Missy had just turned, she had started to smile at Sam, then frown at one of her customers lying on the floor almost at her feet. Sam was on her fast, he tapped the side of Missy’s neck, Missy dropped like a rock, crumpling on the floor. Kim was looking down at the man on the floor in shock, his eyes were open, his head was misshapen and blood was starting to come out of his mouth and nose. Sam was on her quick, he grabbed her arm, yanking her off her step, “Run Kim, if you love me, run.”

She did.

They cut through the pit area, Denny yelled at them to stop as he went to Missy. They went about another 12 steps when the first scream came, it was quickly followed by others. A man in front of them rose from a machine next to the stairs leading into the lobby and out to the exit, he was trying to pull something from a pocket. Sam clotheslined him, slamming him hard on his back to the ground. Sam dropped to a knee, holding the man’s body down with his fist ready to strike and kill the unconscious man. He rose quickly without striking, pulling her up the stairs. Two security guards came at them, both starting to pull their guns. Sam let go of her arm and it seemed instantly he had moved six feet between the two guards. Sam touched both, “He’s having a heart attack.” Both guards ran towards the fallen man even after having seen Sam slam him to the ground, re-holstering their half drawn weapons. Sam grabbed Kim’s arm again and pulled her towards the door. An older man, a way younger woman came through the doors, arm in arm. Sam dragged her around the couple and out the first set of doors. He slammed open the second set of doors to the front entrance, the valet was walking around the Lexus the couple had just exited. Sam yanked the passenger door open and threw Kim inside the car. He quickly walked around, grabbed the keys out of the valet’s hand, gave it a squeeze, “Sorry. She feels sick.” she heard him say. He slid into the open driver’s door of the car, jammed the key in and had the car moving by the time his door had slammed shut.

Something thumped the top of the car as Sam smoked the tires just barely missing two people coming around one of the posts of the entrance, the car’s engine screamed before Sam slammed it into second gear. The tires smoked the parking lot again, then again as he found third gear. They headed straight at the RV parking area and the exit there. Men started pouring out of two RV’s, armed men. Small lights flashed at them. The front windshield stared twice, then again, something whined by her head, the back window exploded as Sam whipped the wheel over and jammed the gear shift back into second gear. The car started thumping quicker, the window beside Kim also exploded, sending safety glass spraying over her and inside the car as something hit the roof behind her head. The engine screamed again as they smoked around in a tight turn throwing Kim against the door of the car. A car came out of nowhere trying to hit them, Sam dodged left, the back of their car clipped another parked vehicle, Kim was thrown against Sam’s shoulder hard, then back against the door. Pieces of safety glass flew thru the air like a deadly hailstorm. She looked back over her shoulder as the other car’s lights centered on them. Five or six more loud thumps came, and the winking lights from the men finally quit as the other car got in their line of fire. Sam headed for the main entrance with the other car in close pursuit. They had almost made it out of the parking lot when he reached over. Using his hand he pushed her hard, back against the car seat, then stomped the clutch and the brake. The car screeched to a halt, smoke pouring around it. If Sam hadn’t of held her, she would have been thrown through the windshield. His hand dropped, he slamming the gear into reverse and it was back on her chest as he accelerated going backwards pushing her again back into the seat. He jinked the car sideways some and rammed the following car with a rear quarter panel right in the middle of its grill. His hand was off her as they went back into first gear and they shot out of the parking lot, missing a passing car. They hit the concrete divider for the four lane road and were in second gear when they hit the other two lanes, fishtailing as they blew through a stop light just missing another two cars. By the time he was in 5th gear, the divided highway had went back to just four lanes, the world outside was a black blur, they rocketed down the road with the lights off gaining more speed.

Kim looked behind her, she was scared out of her mind to look forward, as the car continued to accelerate down the highway with its lights still off. “You didn’t kill Missy too did you,” she screamed over the roar of the engine and the rush of air from the shot out windows?

“No, she’s fine” he yelled back at her. “I just blanked her mind of anything about me.” He looked at her as the car sped down the highway, they had to be doing well over a hundred, no lights, no streetlights, just a quarter moon and a whole bunch of stars. He acted like they were out for a slow Sunday afternoon drive in the country. They shot through another red light at an empty intersection, “One of the extra options I have installed, I was going to tell you about them as soon as I could.”

“You killed that man!”

“He was a government agent Kim, and the things he was planning to do to you were horrific, disgusting, I got a little mad. It was a trap, somehow they knew about me. Us.”

Kim yelled over the wind, looking back not seeing any lights behind them, “Why didn’t you kill the other one?”

“He was just doing his job, do you want me to tell you some of the thoughts the other one had about you? What he was planning to do to you after they had taken us into custody?”

“No Sam, I don’t. I trust you Sam, I guess with my life now. What about Missy, is she going to be OK?”

“She will be just fine when she wakes, should be by now. I didn’t know if there were more, too many people inside for a clear reading and I was thinking about you. And if they had started shooting inside, I didn’t want her to get hurt, so I put her to sleep. I blanked out all parts you told her about me, she won’t even remember my name, even under truth drugs or hypnosis. All she’ll remember is her best friend ran off with some mysterious rich guy wanted by the law, that you never talked to her about. Oh, I did leave the part about her needing to keep being the Birthday Bunny,” he laughed out loud. “Cute one, beats letting all that money go to waste.”

Kim glanced up and out the shot up windshield, she cringed, “Sam slow down, or at least turn on the lights, your going to kill us.”

“That is exactly what I am trying not to have happen to us. I see fine, another option. My eyes have been modified somewhat, that’s why the seem to glow. Just like a nocturnal animal’s, a cat or dog’s. Slightly slivered, they collect more ambient light, though you might want to put on your seatbelt in case I have to make any more evasive maneuvers.”

Kimberly buckled up, she tried to relax, she could make out the road better now that her eyes adjusted to the night, she glanced over her shoulder. There was a car’s lights behind them, but they seemed to be receding, not staying the same or coming closer. She turned back around, a couple of miles, over the emptied cotton fields, she could see traffic going north and south on Highway 61. She could just make out the red of the stop light at the intersection there. Two sets of lights turned on the access road for Sam’s Town and the other two casinos. They were coming up on the intersection fast, Sam was in the far right lane, as far over as he could get as the two sets of lights approached them quickly, side by side. They were just less than a quarter mile away when Sam seemed to jerk at the wheel.

“Hold on Kim,” he yelled at her as he started steering left. In seconds he was in the oncoming traffic lanes, straddling their center line. 300 hundred yards, one of the approaching cars hit their high beams, “Cross you’re fingers,” he yelled as he flipped on the lights and hit the high beams on the Lexus. He managed to flick the high beams a couple of times before the vans were on them. The one on the left swerved off the road and into a ditch, falling to its’ side, digging a furrow out into a picked cotton field. The other had also swerved to miss the black rocket coming at them, it also fell over and started rolling down the lanes of road they had just been in, over and over again. Sam calmly flipped the lights back off and raced towards the intersection without even taking his foot off the floored, gas pedal.

“More of them,” Kim yelled over the wind to Sam?

“Yeah, they were using their radio, I could hear them, another option,” Sam said. After a few more seconds he flipped the lights back on, slowing down for the intersection ahead. They waited for the light to change, before turning left, heading north up 61.

‘At least’, Kim thought, ‘he’s keeping the lights on and doing a little under 10 miles over the posted speed limit of 65’.

A couple of cars passed them, she saw some of the passengers look over at the shot up Lexus. Another came up slowly, passing them in the left lane, it was almost past when it slowed some, two guys were in the Toyota. Both the driver and the passenger gaped at the bullet riddled car. Kim smiled at the two guys and waved as they accelerated away from their car.

Sam shook his head at her, “Looks like we are going to need a new ride.”

Kim smiled back at him, “Hey car theft is car theft, hang the next left. I know where a whole bunch of cars are parked.”

9 minutes later

Sam finished measuring and re-sizing the 4th hole’s green flag, he had snapped the fiberglass pole like it was a matchstick. Kim stood around and watched the road that ran beside the golf course. The Grand Casino’s lights flickered from half a mile away. Sam climbed in the Lexus, adjusted the pole while holding the clutch in, propped the pole against the driver’s seat edge and the gas pedal as he leaned sideways. He eased out the clutch and let the car gather momentum down the top of a small mound on the border of the green. He rolled out of the car’s door as the darkened Lexus splashed into the water trap. It floated for a few seconds till the water level reached the shot out windows and then sank like a stone. A few bubbles popped on the surface and just a very small part of the back of the roof was still visible when it hit the bottom of the pond.

He came back to her dusting himself off, “Should be good until the first golfers hit this hole in the morning.”

He held out his arm to her, “M’Lady.”

“Why thank you gallant knight.”

Kim came back serious after a few minutes of strolling along the dark golf course, “How long are they going to chase us Sam?”

“Till they catch us Kim.”

“Can we ever have a moment of peace Sam?”

“If we get to our island Kim, we’ll be safe there, we might have to change our identities to be able to go other places. My friends started working on that a couple of months ago, we just have to get there one way or the other. I have to get to a phone and warn them that they at least know about me. Us.”

“I told them about us Sam,” Kim said sadly. “I called your office about a month ago. It now makes perfect sense. I started noticing that guy a little after the call there. I’m so sorry Sam, I led them to us.”

Sam rounded on her, he gave her his quirky smile, “That would indeed explain away the US part, but it doesn’t come close to the ME part.” He took her arm and they started walking again, Sam mused, “They had to somehow know about me to be able to setup the monitoring to catch you when you called. I wish Tilly had said you called for me, I would have came for you right then. I was also sort of tipped off when a couple of done deals with the military for satellite systems suddenly were cancelled. Then Mr. Theurer called Tilly saying people where inquiring, discreetly, about the transferred funds. I was trying to send you a warning for the last two days, I know how to track your amulet. You could have left, if you understood my warning, I would have found you.”

“I told Tilly not to leave you a message Sam.”

“Guess I can’t blame her then. Still, there has to be a connection, something had to tip them to me. I was so careful. I should have flipped over like Ccrsst and Trassaa did. I got greedy, thought it might hurt the growth of the companies, screw up our plans. Then all I could think about was you Kim.”

“What do you mean, flipped over?”

“Nothing really, I should have used another identity, passed the reigns to the other person. I pressed my luck and lost. Now I have brought the bastards down on you, and they don’t know when to quit.”

Sam was quite for a few more minutes as they approached the Grand Casino’s parking garage. Kim didn’t want to bother his thinking, they left the golf course and walked the few yards into the parking garage before he spoke again.

“My friends are going to meet us in Washington, they’re there now waiting. We had a meeting set up for tomorrow night, then we all were going to fly out. I have to warn them that they know about us. We might have to scrub the meet. Bad part is that I only have about 1500 dollars, plus my company’s credit cards. My passport is in my suitcase in my car. The flight to the island will take way more than that for two people. And I am sure they are monitoring the credit card accounts. If I use them, it will draw them to the island. That’s really our only refuge.” They walked around the parking lot looking like they had forgotten where they had parked their car. “We have to get to the airport quick before they sew it up tight. And unless I can call our emergency number and get a hold of them, we are either going to have to drive a stolen car to Washington, or chance flying on a card that might be monitored. We’ll pay cash from there and use the money to get to the west coast. We are going to need for my friends to get us clean passports and airline tickets. I had one for you with my stuff in the car. They’ll wait a couple of days thinking we might be making up for lost time. Let’s get something and stop between here and the airport, give them a call and cross our fingers.”

“I’m yours Sam, I’ll follow you to hell if we have go there.”

“I’m going to try and not let that happen either, Kim.”


Friday the 1st of November, 12:02 AM

Their new stolen vehicle wasn’t what Kim expected, a mid-60’s, white, Ford pick-up truck. Sam had calmly walked up and pushed the old style wing window open, the level snapped off the window so hard, it almost broke the widow on the opposite side when it hit there. He leaned over and opened her door. He found an old ballcap hanging on a empty gunrack, gave it to Kim and told her to push her hair up inside the cap. While she stuffed her hair under the cap, he grabbed the steering column and ripped the top off. Next he twisted the ignition key guide till it also broke and came off in his hand. He pushed down a rod and the truck fired right up. They drove at the speed limit going north again on 61. He stopped and made a phone call at a 7/11 store, went in and came back out with a t-shirt that had ‘I LUV MEMPHIS’ printed on its front. Sam told her to swap shirts and get out of her casino work shirt as they hit the road heading into the southern part of Memphis, Tennessee. Cops seemed to be everywhere, hardly a mile went by without them seeing one, nobody even gave the old truck, with the two guys in the front, a second glance.

“I gave them an emergency code and changed the meeting to the monument mall area, half way down the north side of the pond there. They’ll get the page and at least go in, wary for trouble.” He drove once around the airport departure area, driving slowly like they were looking for somebody. “I didn’t get any danger signals, doesn’t mean they’re not here. Too many people to be sure. Up to you, you want to go for it Kim?”

“I guess Sam.

“When I’m closer I can tell better, at the first sign of trouble, I’ll give your arm two small tugs and we are out of there.” He pulled into the parking lot, took a ticket from the machine, placed it on the dash and found a spot near the exit going out. They walked slowly inside the terminal. They went to the monitors showing arrivals and departures, Sam studied the screen for a few seconds, “There’s a red eye to Washington leaving in about half hour, American, let’s go.”

“Sam, even I know that you have to check in at least an hour early.”

He smiled, “Can’t hurt to try.”

They walked by a questioning look from a TSA agent at the empty luggage check-in for American Airlines and approached the lone ticket agent at the desk. Sam reached into his wallet and pulled out a card, he handed the ticket agent the card, also touching her hand. “We are two FAA Air Marshals, we need to be on the Washington, Regan Airport flight leaving next.”

The ticket agent handed Sam back his Exxon gas card and started tapping at her console. She looked around and then called Bill the TSA agent over to her desk. “No luggage officers,” she asked them handing them the tickets, they both nodded no, “Bill FAA security, guess it’s over that Tunica crap, they need to make flight 904 at gate 15. We don’t have anything else till the 4:05 AM to New York. I’ll watch the station, can you walk them through security and make sure they make the flight?”

“Will do Polly,” he turned to them. “Your not carrying are you?”

Sam shook his hand, “No Bill, were just assigned as monitoring, report if seen. They just tell us as much as you, go here, do that. Any idea what this is all about Bill? All we saw were some photos”

Bill walked them around the TSA security check point, explaining to the TSA agent watching the concourse exit that they were FAA Flight Marshals and they weren’t carrying. The TSA agent waved them through his checkpoint. “All we have heard is a man and woman tried to hold up a casino, killed three security guards and fled. We haven’t even gotten the photos of the perps yet.”

All three hurried down the concourse, Sam said, “You think they would finally integrate all these agencies and get their act straight. We’ve seen the photos and you guys know the reason, this is no way to run an airline.” All three chuckled as they passed gate 5.

21 minutes later

The landing gears whined into the wheel wells as the L-1011 climbing out of the busiest airport in the U.S. Of course 80 percent of the flights started coming in after 11 PM. One FedEx jet after another and another, 2 minutes of separation between flights for the next 2 and half hours, the process started again with outbound flights starting around 4 AM and went on for another 3 hours, east coast first and then west coast.

Kim had tried to talk to Sam about his being able to manipulate people when he touched them. She wanted to know if she was one of those people he had manipulated, she knew in her heart she wasn’t. He had touched her when he took his chips from her, but she was already well into falling for him by then. They sat two rows from the back with an almost empty plane in front of them. The roar from the jets engines on pods outside carried into the cabin area as a loud, high whine, talking quietly wasn’t easy. She finally asked the stewardess for a pillow and a blanket. The adrenaline surge from their flight from the agents had worn her out. She slipped off into a troubled half-sleep. Her last sight before drifting off was Sam, staring ahead, deep in thought. She reached out her hand and found his.

92 minutes into a 114 minute flight to Dulles Airport

The cabin lights brightened, Sam nudged her shoulder. She had had a fitful dream about being a puppet on silver strings. The audience in front of her all had red, glowing eyes and big, huge, gaping jaws full of sharp teeth just waiting to eat her if the puppeteer made a mistake. The stewardess came by, Sam lifted her blanket showing the stewardess that Kim was safely buckled in, he tucked her back in as well as he could. Kim started to nod back off. She didn’t want to go back to the terrible dream it wasn’t real. Sam nudged her again harder.

“I didn’t Kim.”

She clawed herself up from sleep, stretched and sat upright, “What didn’t you do Sam?”

“I didn’t make you fall in love with me.”

“Dear is that what you’ve been worried about, I know you didn’t Sam. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, way before we touched. When did you know when you were in love with me Sam?”

The plane moved around some, the engines pulled power and then dropped back off. “When you looked at me the first time Kim. I don’t even know why I came to Sam’s Town, something pulled me there, it was you, Kim. I was just going to go to bed. The flight had been diverted to Memphis because Regan was socked in due to thunder storms. They offered us hotel rooms around the airport. I got a limo and asked the driver where a fun place was, he took me to Tunica. He dropped me at the Resort, I was just going to go to bed. It had been a long flight from Japan, I just couldn’t sleep. I went down to play some games to unwind. I never gamble, it is too much of a temptation to do so. If I wanted to, I would own the place by the end of the night. I don’t need any more money. I have more than I could ever spend in a hundred lifetimes. I didn’t even play there. I just walked out the doors and came over to Sam’s Town, something drew me. A need I had never felt before. I started to walk by your table in a daze, it became a moment of clarity. Here, here was the end of my endless searching. You pulled me to you, you called me and I answered. I couldn’t stop looking at your eyes. Then you grabbed my hand with the ring on it. It flashed Kim, it couldn’t flash. The stones had never mated. What happened was impossible. They are not designed to work the way they did. Your amulet also flashed without the joining. They were designed for us, not your species. I told Ccrsst and Trassaa about the abnormalities, they examined my ring extensively, and I did also, we couldn’t detect a malfunction. Trassaa made a suggestion that it might be because our concept of bonding, love, might be so close to being the same and then even more when joined together.”

The plane jerked some more, the wheels touched down and they were pulled forward as the thrust reversers were engaged. Kim said, “I don’t care what the damn stones say Sam, do you love me?”

“Yes Kim I do.”

And he did.

Kim said, “I love you too Sam.”

And she did.

They kissed as the plane taxied towards its assigned gate

At the exact time Sam started telling Kim 11 minutes earlier

“What the fuck do you mean they are on a flight into Washington and will land in 5 minutes? Fuck, they’re probably on the ground right now GODDAMMIT!”

Section Chief Sowell didn’t wait on a reply to his useless question. “Goddammit, if we alert the TSA or the locals they’ll shoot them up because of the cover story. How soon will our agents get there? You did send some agents before you came to me with this steaming pile of horseshit?”

Agent Utesch withered under the Section Chief’s glare, “I have sent three teams Sir, ETA is about 20-25 minutes. We’ll miss them, Sir. We have tapped into the security camera system at the airport. The city is wired Sir, we can watch them most of the time as long as they stay inside the city limits. I have directed the tac and snipers to load and get back here as fast as they can. I have 4 Army Blackhawks, two are powering up now. If we get an idea on the type of ground transport, we’ll find them. I have the second tac team coming in from Maryland. Shouldn’t be much traffic yet, ETA maybe 40-50 minutes. But the traffics gonna change real quick in about an hour, when everybody starts pouring in for work.”

“What’s the total lost in Memphis?”

“The Lead Agent on Site is dead, another agent with a concussion. Two agents dead in traffic accident, two more seriously injured. They said the guy tried to kill them, drove straight at them at a high rate of speed with his lights off.”

“Still have your doubts this guy isn’t one of them.”

“No Sir, not after watching the casino’s surveillance. It’s like he knew we where there. Agent Dupree made no outward signs before he was killed. He was watching the woman and monitoring their conversation apparently. Stranger stuck so fast, even under slow motion it is difficult to see the strike. No human could have moved and hit like that. It shattered Dupree’s skull like an egg dropped from 10 feet.”

“And another report from the ‘on sites’ Sir, they said right as the chase started they experienced communication diffuculty, like some sort of jamming attempt. It wasn’t total but it did interfere with the operation.”

“I’ve been telling these idiots for 20 years, these things may look human, but they ain’t. I have shaken this fuck’s hand, celebration party about 7 years ago. Right after the new systems went online, I’ll bet the alien bastards are looking up under our dresses right now as we speak. We’ve got to get them and get him alive. We have to know how badly our systems are compromised. Shit, he’s been a government contractor for over 20 years. Damn near all our telecommunication systems are his, we’re fucked.”

“What are your orders Sir?”

“Find them, follow them, see if they will lead us to the other two, God I hope there are just two more, I don’t want no fucking, running gun battles through the damn streets of Washington. We monitor and see if he tries a meet with the other two. He has to know we are watching his credit accounts. I want those shut down now, that just leaves the bastard pocket money. That ought to slow them some, make them go to ground. He’ll have to meet with his buddies to get out of this city. I want you to call in local troops, station them 50 miles out, full load outs, every road out, even a damn goat trail. If they try to leave, we take them. Other than that, we watch, follow at distance, total emcom, the bastard might be able to monitor our communication systems somehow. Stay to fuck back away from them, I mean next county distance, NO close contact. When the meet goes down with the other two, if it does, we take the group out. Do what you can to keep this fucker alive, we need to talk to him, the other three, terminate if they attempt to resist or flee. And for God’s sake, brief the teams personally to stay out of their reach. We pretty much know Collett is human and a collaborator, but if the other two are out there and still alive, then they are like him. Extremely fast and very deadly.”


7:04 AM

The Yellow Cab dropped them off in front of the Holiday Inn Express about five miles south of the Memorial Mall. Next door was a shopping mall. Sam paid the driver and gave him a tip. They waited till the cab drove away, strolling slowly towards the front door. When the cab was out of sight, they turned and left. They walked up three blocks to an I.H.O.P and had breakfast, neither ate much. Sam asked the waitress if he could borrow a phone book, handing the lady a 5 dollar bill, she came back in about a minute with one. Kim sipped coffee and poked at her uneaten food, she still felt sleepy. She watched as Sam looked up hotels close by.

“There’s a Marriot Embassy Suite about 5 or 6 blocks west of where we are. One of those places that have rooms with kitchens and the such. Does that sound OK Kim?”

“Just as long as I’m with you Sam.” Kim looked at him, she knew he didn’t sleep on the flight. She felt like she had been run over by one of those pieces of road equipment that flattens pavement. Stretched out, smashed. Sam looked like he had just gotten up from a resting 10 hour sleep. His spiky semi-short, light brown hair didn’t look mussed up even after being in the hurricane of wind from their first escape car. She had gone to the restroom and took her dirty ball hat off, she had grimaced at the horror her hair had suffered. She quickly stuffed her hair back into the hat. She tried to do something with her face. She finally just scrubbed it good. She had a sour taste in her mouth. Some water swished her mouth helped some. And, she thought she could detect a slight smell of dried fear over the last of her perfume. She was a woman and she wanted woman stuff. She didn’t even have a bag or purse, it was like walking around naked.

After coming back to the table, “It’s not like this all the time is it Sam?”

He gave her a sad smile, “It’s never been like this before Kim, they think they’re getting close. When we get to the island, they’re going to be back at step one. And if they really piss me off, I just might shut down half the world’s telecommunication’s system. After all I designed and built them. Heck 25% I personally financed, through outside companies and contracts, into orbit. If they keep this up, I’ll take out third of the birds in orbit, it’ll take a decade to rebuild their systems. And then they wouldn’t know if it wasn’t me rebuilding them just so I can take them out again. I’ve been designing and building most of the in-use systems for the last 40 years.”

“SOBs ought to be giving me a damn medal instead of trying to put a bullet in me, idiots. If they tried to contact us instead of kill us, we could push the Earth’s technology a hundred years maybe two ahead of where they are today. I sort of understand the ship’s propulsion system’s design. I am very familiar with the life support systems we had. I have a very good understanding of the computer systems, and some design options that would increase your people’s speed and programming complexity by about a million or so. I have been helping here and there with those.” Sam sighed, “I’ve not been sitting on my hands since we crashed on this rock. That’s where all that money came from, things I have done helping your people for the last 40 or 50 years, a guy needs a hobby.”

“How old are you Sam?”

Sam looked around, “Earth years?”

Kim smiled, “No silly make it in Martian years. Yes Sam, Earth years please.”

Sam sort of squinted out of one wonderful eye with the other closed, doing the math, “220, maybe 230, I’d need a calculator to give you an exact number.”

“That’s close enough Sam,” Kim said in awe. “My God Sam, you don’t look that old!”

“Sam’s not that old Kimberly. Sam’s only 61 years old, I’m 220, Sam’s not.”

“I don’t understand Sam?”

He did a quick scan around them again, “Look we are not human, we don’t even look human. We are closer to what those jerks always portray as those little gray looking space creatures. We’re more of a bluish because we have copper based blood, only gray when we are dead. When we crashed here, we had to change to fit in. Ccrsst and Trassaa salvaged some of the medical stuff while I recovered from the injuries I had gotten during the wreck. Veettaa was dead from the impact. I was very badly damaged. Four days later I was at least able to walk thanks to their skills. Then the cowboy found the crash site. We played dead. He got close to Ccrsst and she tried to touch him, he was quick, pulled a pistol on her. She acted hurt and he didn’t shoot. He did pee himself though, jumped on his horse and took off. We packed what we could and left. A day later we came upon this old prospector sleeping at night. Trassaa pushed him into thinking we were just your average ole human and he helped us for about a year. Nice guy really, Frank Hildebrand, genetically I’m his son. We had some maps Veettaa had made of your planet, mineral and geological maps. We lead him to a gold strike, he helped get some of the stuff those two needed and they made me Sam. They used his biology to grow me, They did some stuff to speed up the development and make me grow faster to an adult. We took a couple of million off Frank, said our goodbyes and moved to a sleepy little watering hole called Las Vegas. Ccrsst and Trassaa changed also, the rest, they say, is history.”

“How long will you live Sam?”

“If I stay here, maybe another hundred, if I’m lucky one fifty, if I get back home I could stretch it out 200 maybe 300.”

Kim looked and felt sad, even if the Good Lord smiled on her, she’d be awful lucky to get 70 more.

Sam must have seen her look of sadness, “Kim, we can help you, the other two are like genetic geniuses. And since coming here, there is not another two people smarter at it on this planet than they are. I can do some pretty amazing things myself.” Again he did a quick sweep around them, “You haven’t asked the most obvious question even after all the stuff I told you the night we met.”

Kim gave him a questioning frown, “What question should I have asked you?”

“I said I make people happy. Happy for the rest of their lives, right?”

“Yes Sam you did. Course you forgot to mention to me about the people trying to arrest me and shoot at me. So, what was the question?”

“Remember Mrs. Parsons, the lady that won the two jackpots?”

“Yeah, you certainly made her night. She was pretty damn happy.”

Sam just sat staring at her with a half grin, his eyes looked like a mischievous 10 year’s old. Kim looked back at him pondering. What was the question? Mrs. Parsons was happy, pretty damn happy that night. Then it came like a bolt out of the blue, yes, she was pretty damn happy, THAT NIGHT, but what about the rest of her life?

Kim grinned back, “What did you do to her Sam?”

“Let’s just say, at her next chemo treatment, her last chemo treatment, she is going to be asked a whole lot of questions she will not be able to answer.”

“Good God Sam, you cured her cancer?” Kim said in total awe.

“Nope! She cured it herself. I just sort of directed her body a little. Telling it what to do. I gave it instructions, just like I can when I touch people, it’s not magic Kim, we just think a little differently. Even micro-chipped machines we can influence some as long as they are not shielded. Your dealing machine had an optical scanner built into the unit, it used it to count the cards and ensure the proper amount were dealt. I sort of reached out and use the signal to manipulate the deck. I don’t have to touch chipped devices, just get about 6 or so feet from them. If I try really hard, I can effect their functioning out to about 100 feet, make the chips malfunction. I hear radio signals, usually I just ignore them, but if they are transmitted from close by it is like a person yelling in my ear. I can sort of ‘yell’ back, screw up the signals somewhat. People’s thoughts work along the same lines, sort of a signal produced by the brain. If I touch someone I can hear them, affect them.” He gave the famous Sam quirky smile, “I should have really pissed off the casino, walked in the middle of the slots and have everyone of them being played hit a jackpot at the same time.”

“Wait a minute Sam, what about the swapped queens, I saw that, after they were dealt by the machine?”

Sam smilingly shook his head slightly, “Yes Kim, you did see that didn’t you?”

Kim now looked around casually, “OK there ET, explain that one away.?”

“I did, YOU saw it. How come the security cameras didn’t see it?”

It was Kim’s turn to look at Sam with a thinking look on her face, “You made me see something that didn’t happen. You did whatever you do and made just me see that the cards had changed. But, you didn’t touch me.”

“But we had touched, it was like what happens when we are bonded. Whatever pulled me to you bonded us right then and there, that I have absolutely no understanding how it happened, it was magic. Your signals to me are like a warm, bright light, I can see you in a way, even when I am far from you. You are like a lighthouse in a stormy ocean. Then when you grabbed my hand and the ring flashed when it shouldn’t have been able to do that without being mated to the other gem, pure magic.”

“It wasn’t magic Sam, it was love. Love brought you to me. It bonded us. We both had the same needs, we both needed to be a part of each other. Together we make a whole.”

“Good enough reason to me Kim. Now, how about hitting a drugstore?”

“Are you reading my mind Sam?”

“I told you, I can’t do that Kim without touching you. Even then I wouldn’t do that, your mind is your mind.” He pointed behind her, “I’ve been staring at that damn CVS pharmacy for the last 40 minutes and I really would like to go and buy a toothbrush.” Sam helped her out of the booth, laid 30 dollars on a 17 something dollar bill and they walked out happily, together.

10 minutes later

Kim browsed the make-up aisle, just picking a few things she needed. Sam rounded a corner pushing the ridiculously small shopping cart, he looked like the Jolly Tan Giant pushing a kiddy’s toy around.

“I hope you like a soft one,” he said when he got close.

Kim dumped the stuff she had picked up in the cart, “No Dear, I like big, hard ones.”

“Not me silly,” he said, “toothbrushes, I couldn’t even find a medium bristle. Did you want me to get some conditioner,” he started to pull the brim of her ball cap up.

Kim stepped back and readjusted her dirty hat. She looked at the Pantene in the cart, “That’s good Sam, maybe some Jergen’s soap, hotel soap is hell on the skin.”

Sam turned, leaving the cart with her, “Your wish is my command, My Queen.” He stalked away looking in the aisles for her dragon to slay.

Kim finished getting her bare essentials, ending by finding a hairbrush she thought both her and Sam could use. She started to move towards the check-out when her knight came back caring the slain dragon’s head in one hand and a blue and green tote in the other. He pushed back some on her cap’s bill and gave her a nice kiss.
“Sorry Princess, no Jergens, I hope Dove with face cream will work. But, I bring other treasures from a far off land called China, a thing called a book bag, Your Highness.”

Kim smiled and shook her head, “You will be forgiven for your ineptitude this one time Brave Knight. Later I might have other functions you may be asked to perform, naughty tasks.”

He gave her a big wide grin, “I am yours, you have but to ask, I will be more than happy to pleasure my Queen.”

They checked and paid for their stuff, quite happily.

After leaving the check-out bags behind and with a semi-full tote, Kim started to feel more human and less sought. Still, any movement, a beeping car’s horn, someone yelling for another, drew her attention like a iron filings to a magnet. She never let her eyes rest. She looked and looked hard at everything, assessing each as a possible threat to her future happiness. Sam seemed to just stroll along with her, but she knew he was equally observant, just in a different way. She trusted Sam’s observations way more than the limited one her eyes could see, he saw things un-seeable.

After another 5 blocks, they found the Embassy Suite and checked in. Sam pushed the counterman about their names, but paid for the room in cash for a three night’s stay. Kim played the game like a pro, she casually mention she was tired from the drive and she wanted to lay down, they could unload the car later today after a nap. They strolled off to find their room, holding each other with her leaning her head on his shoulder. They kissed hard the whole elevator ride up to the 8th floor. They were safe and so close to getting away together.

27 minutes later

The counter agent Sid, looked up as the two men entered. One sort of browsed the pamphlet section about sights and services in the D.C. area. The other came over to him. The man pulled out a FBI ID and some photos, “Excuse me Sir, have you seen this couple?”

Sid took the proffered photos. He recognized the man instantly because of the eyes. The lady with him sort of looked the same as the one that checked in with him, but she had had a ballcap and different shirt on when he had seen her. “Yes Sir, they checked in about a half an hour ago. Are they in trouble?”

Both of the men sort of snickered, they were getting good at this, it was their sixth time, “No Sir,” the one in front of him said. “He’s just one of those silly, eccentric designers that hates us having to hold his hand all the time. They drove up for a meeting. These two are always pulling this crap on us,” the guy by the rack pulled out a couple of pamphlets and snickered again. The man in front of Sid went on, “We just get assigned to keep an eye on them for their own safety, They spend a great amount of time trying to give us the slip. They think it’s pretty funny to outfox us. It has sort of become their hobby when they aren’t working for us. We lost them when they stopped for breakfast,” at least that part was true, the camera surveillance hadn’t showed where they went after leaving the International House of Pancakes. He looked at the other man pulling out another pamphlet, “Looks like we get to go and sit in the damn car again Bill. For our records Sir, what room do they have?”

Sid checked the register, “807 Sir, she said they were going to lay down before they unloaded the car.”

“Guess we better go find us a spot and watch the dang car till they do. Any fast food joints within walking distance?”

“There’s a Mickey D’s, sorry a McDonald’s about a block west of here Sir.”

“Thanks,” he turned to the other man. “See I told you they jimmied the tracker again. Thanks Sir, don’t let them know we found them again, it was hard enough finding them this time, I’d hate to spend the next two days searching Washington for them.”

Both men headed for the door, the one carrying the pamphlets snicked again shaking his head, “Dang scientists, why can’t we ever get a good old spy, be a hell of a lot easier to follow.” Both men laughed as the doors closed behind them.

Sid snickered also after they left, it was nice to know that at least someone was making the government work for his tax money.

Within ten minutes, 20 well armed men were watching the hotel closely, from as far as they could and still see good. A code and an order for strict radio silence was in force. If they came out, follow them, but not too closely, monitor and follow anyone they speak with. A military helicopter circled about 4 miles distant, its’ long range cameras kept the hotel locked on its’ internal monitors and weapon’s systems. Two men took turns, from either side as the chopper race-tracked through the morning’s air, aiming their 30 caliber mini-guns at their location.

23 minutes earlier, before their death had found them

The room was nice, twin queen sized beds. Sam checked the hallway, turning his head looking with his eyes closed, mapping the normal responses into his senses. Kim dumped out the tote on the kitchen table and started opening and unsealing their purchases. A refuge. If even for just half a day. Sam came too her, picked her up and gave her a big smooch, holding her tightly. He put her down, picked up two of the chairs at the table, jammed one under the knob for the entrance door, the other he kicked under the connector door’s knob for the next room.

“Who gets firsts in the shower and which bed do we trash first?”

“Is that all you guys think about, damn alien, your more human than you think.”

Sam smiled as he kicked off his shoes and flopped down on the closest bed, “I think about food sometimes.”

“If we get out of this shit Sam, I know this guy, you two might be long lost brothers.”

“Lost maybe Kim, but the long part is going to be about 218 trillion miles, and that’s a pretty long way. That’s how far out we were from our closest system.”

“What’s it like out there Sam?”

“I don’t know if I have the words to even start to describe it Kim. First we sort of sleep during the transit phases. Stars every possible shade of every possible color, countless. Worlds where death would come at a first footstep outside, others filled to overflowing with life. Places with two, three, or more suns in the sky at the same time. Others with moons and rings, like being on the surface of Saturn, if it had a surface, stretching from horizon to horizon. Each place different from the last, you could live a million lives and never even come close to starting to make a start. And that is just this galaxy, billions upon billions of other galaxies are out there. Places where there is no night, the sky lit brightly by thousands of stars, others, empty, nothing, just darkness.”

“Could I go Sam, could I see these things with you.”

“Damn Kim, we’re stuck here, I can’t even go. And now if I had the chance, I wouldn’t unless you could also go with me. I am happy here Kim, I wasn’t till I met you, I couldn’t wait to leave this place. Now, nothing will take me from you. I love you Kim.”

“I love you too Sam. Want to join me in the shower? I need someone to scrub my back. If you do mine, I’ll do yours. Deal?”

Their line of shed clothing would have led a blind man to where they now hid with each other.



They both reached the shower, at the same time, with the same amount of clothing on, none. Kim technically lost because hers was a bit more complicated to remove. Sam beat her by being able to move at a speed that would make Superman look like molasses, in January, in the Artic Circle. He was naked by the time they reached the bathroom’s doors. You just have to love a guy that knows when to go very fast, and when to really take his time and do the job right. He even went way out of his way by scooping her up so she didn’t run into a door on the way in, such a gentleman. Of course, working around his arms to get the bra and panties off were just a bit difficult, but Kim did muddled through as quickly as she could. He even politely turned his back as she used the facility, he adjusted the water’s temperature. He climbed in, waiting on her, she tested the temperature before climbing in to join him. Steamy, hot Sam kisses and water awaited her there.

Kim shed the sleepiness as fast as her body shed the water. He was back in her arms, her lips were back on his. The harrowed flight, the close bullets were gone. Nothing matter but the man in her arms. He even went so far as to abandon her briefly while he went to get the soap and shampoo she had left on the kitchenette’s table. Sam was back and she waited on her soaping. He sort of disappointed her on that part, sort of. Sam put the soap in the soap holder in the shower, the shampoo in the corner. He picked her up, Kim wasn’t disappointed at all with what happened next. This time she wrapped both hands around the shower’s head as he slide inside her body. The top of her shoulders and her head touched the back of the shower as the end of Sam’s cock touched the back of her. He filled her with slow easy thrusts. Kim purred in pleasure. They both watched each other as they made love, neither one taking their eyes off the other through the curtain of falling water. Hot water pounded down between the union of their bodies. Whether Sam’s magic, or just plain old magic, they came together calling each other’s names, magic. Sam pulled her away from the wall and pipe, he just held her tightly till the blissful moments passed for both of them, magic. Then he did his manly duties by giving her a wonderful, soapy, body rub. Not magic, heaven. The shampoo was also a very relaxing head massage, the last of the weariness washed away with the lather as she rinsed.

She felt so refreshed, squeaky clean, needed, loved. Even surrounded by a city searching for them, intent on killing them, she felt safe with Sam. Sam would get them out, there was nothing he couldn’t do, she knew it with all her being. Kim squeezed around his body, pushing him into the falling water, she soaped the back of her superman. Sam helped her do the hard parts, shampooing his own hair as she worked over his broad shoulders, thin waist, tight butt, thighs each almost as big as her waist. Kim’s gentle giant, able to kill with a single blow. Kim asked Sam to turn around.

Kim washed Sam’ feet, then his calves, she looked up. He was letting the water pound into the back of his neck with his eyes tightly closed. Poor Sam, he looks tired. Kim decided to wake him up, she let fingernails lightly scr*pe up his thighs. She dropped from her squat to her knees, grasped his thighs and took his semi-erect cock in her mouth. It didn’t stay semi-erect long. Kim pushed her head slowly to him till her lips touched his body, her mouth felt his increasing heartbeat. She gently clawed his hips and thighs as she sucked hard, pulling slowly away from him. She pushed in fast, forcing her face hard against his body. His erection ran along the top of her mouth before bending, going back down her throat. Sam shook with pleasure as she pulled away slowly again. Kim jammed herself hard on him again, holding his butt, she heard his gasp over the sound of the shower’s water. This time he didn’t shake, his body twitched from the sensual onslaught. She could feel the racing, pounding of his heart with her tongue rubbing along the bottom of him in her mouth. She slowly brought him to a climax. His hands gently rubbed her head, not directing, just caressing her. Kim moved faster, his thigh and leg muscles, under her stroking hands, went rigid. She heard her name being gasped, one of her hands gently cupped his balls. Sam moaned her name loudly as he jerked in orgasmic pleasure. Kim pushed her head in hard, feeling the pulse of the orgasm enter her mouth around tight lips. Her tongue felt the flash of his release down the length of her tongue pressed hard against the bottom of his cock. His heat poured into her throat. Another pulse came, Kim jerked her head back quickly, letting him jet into her mouth. She sucked hard as he gushed again in her mouth, she swallowed his sweetness. Kim let her tongue play over the head of his cock as a smaller gush poured hotly over her tongue. She held him still inside her till she felt him soften. Pulling away, she grasped his cock with a hand, squeezing tightly, she forced the last of his cum into her mouth. Kim kissed the end of him and rose back up to her feet. She kissed his lips, using her tongue to push his last drops into his mouth, letting him taste himself.

They held each other tightly for a few more moments before Kim started soaping his chest. She dropped some to do his waist as she reached behind him and twisted the shower’s control to the coldest position. She used the shower’s last few moments of hot water to rinse herself before pushing aside the shower curtain and fleeing.

‘Bastard!’, Kim thought as he stayed in the cold shower and started singing George Thorogood’s ‘Bad to the Bone’, he whistled the sax parts. He was pretty good, she listened as she toweled herself off. He was on the second verse when she came back from the kitchenette with her new hairbrush and started working the tangles out of her hair. Kim shook her head as he started on Bon Jovi’s ‘Someday I’ll be a Saturday Night’. She walked over, yanked open the shower curtain, he stopped singing and smiled at her. Sam twisted slightly letting the cold water deflect off his chest and onto her. He started up the tune where he had left off. Kim reached down and slammed the shower’s lever off, “Prick!”. Kim went back and started toweling off herself again as Sam climbed out of the shower.

“Hey,” he said after grabbing a towel, “I had a couple more songs to sing.”

“Prick,” Kim said again with a smile as she finished her hair.

He scooped her up, holding her tightly against his cold skin, kissing her, “That’s Mr. Prick to you young lady.” He put her back down, giving her another sharp, sweet kiss.

Kim held him tightly despite the cold skin, she gave him her warmth, “I love you so much,” she whispered to his chest. His arms dropped lower around her, lifting her up, he carried her out of the bathroom and to bed.

Sam laid her gently on the bed and crawled over to lay beside her. They embraced tightly.

She clutched him deeply, like a lost person adrift in an empty ocean clutches a scrap of anything that floats, “Will we get out of here Sam? Will we ever have a moment of peace? Please Sam, tell me the truth.”

His eyes searched hers, her soul, inches away, they were so deep, bottomless. “Yes Kimberly, I promise,” he said to her.

Kim sighed, she pushed herself closer trying to push herself inside him. She felt something unknown, unknowable, a touch without being touched.

Sam came to her. Kim was in heaven and an angel was making love to her, something no other human woman had ever experienced on this planet, she knew this in her soul now inside his. She found another level, she happily pulled herself up there. Sam joined her there. It wasn’t physical, their bodies were somewhere else, doing whatever bodies were inclined to do at this time, happily together. Kim pushed into him as he pushed into her, they joined completely, they strolled over the universe, as one. Feeling life everywhere, all around theirselves. They walked as one, in-twined in each other’s souls, totally together.

“I love you.”

He yanked her back to the real world they were trapped in. Suddenly, she didn’t want to ever leave where she had been, he still filled her soul, she was him. It was impossible to describe what she had felt, still felt. No human words were there to draw on, no one human had every experienced what she now felt.

She tried to go back. “You haven’t completed the journey Kim, I will show you the way, what we have has never been known. I have never been so complete. I have never even thought this could happen. Yet, I have craved this. I have never been so in love Kim, it hurts me too know that I have wasted a single moment out of your arms. Touching you, being you. I must change you, I must make you us.”

“I love you Samuel,” she said in his arms.

“As I do you Kim,” he said back.

“Kim, you have no conception of the world I will show you. Something that you didn’t even know was possible, I will be you, you will be me. You will never be you again, you will be me, We will be each other, forever.”

“Make me you Sam.”

“I will Kimberly, I promise.”

Over the Arizona Desert, August 1947


“Trassaa get up here, we have major malfunctions across the board.”

“On my way Slaa, Crrst,” the rest was cut off as the intercom was shutdown.

The ship fluttered again in the violent thunderstorm outside, it dropped 500 feet in seconds, throwing the two pilots against their restraining straps. The engine controls showed in the red, the ship cut in with prerecorded announcement saying containment was now at 50% and unstable, backup systems were now being engaged. The forward monitor blued out and stayed that way, as the ship was struck again by another bolt of lightening, half the systems didn’t come back online. Again the ship was struck, the exterior, now polarized, attracted the stored energy in the clouds like a magnet. Another half billion volts at unknown amperage of raw energy, flickered across the falling ship.

“Veettaa, were are losing control,” Slaammu said to her.

“I love you Slaammu,” she replied calmly as her hands blurred across the control panels, desperately trying to restore failed systems.

The propulsion system went offline, the ship started tumbling as it dropped the last 3000 feet to the ground. At a preset distance for their speed, the stand alone, emergency, backup system tried to engage the secondary, safety systems and slow their rate of descent. Slaammu slammed the emergency communication, message release. As his hand reached for the release, the secondary safety systems drained all available power trying to slow the ship. All interior systems, lights, everything went dead, the cockpit went pitch black. She could feel the G forces, the safety systems had engaged, the ship was slowing. Moments later, another bolt of lightening played across the surface of the ship. Every remaining system on the doomed ship went offline, it fell.

“Veettaa, I,,,”

The belly of the ship struck an embankment of a ravine. The ship bounced ¾ of the way across the ravine, striking the torrent of water rushing down it before plowing into the far embankment at 161 miles per hour. The scattered remains, the blasted bank of the ravine were the only signs of the impact, both lit brilliantly, briefly in the continued flashes of the storm’s lightening.

Somewhere Different

She looked down at the amulet, the red contrasted sharply with her blue skin, it was lovely. She had waited so long for this moment, now she had to wait even more. “How long will we be gone Slaammu?”

“60 years, maybe 70, mostly in transit phase, if you don’t want to go, tell me Veettaa. I told Trassaa and Ccrsst that it was your decision.”

“They are the ones our scientists have been monitoring?”

“Yes Veettaa, the Council asked Trassaa and Ccrsst to do a preliminary exploration, no contact, just a basic bio sampling.”

“Will you go without me Slaammu?” she asked.

“No Veettaa, I would not.”

She handed the amulet back hesitantly, “I will go with you Slaammu. We will bond upon our return. I do not wish to be with child in transit. Will you wait with me Slaammu?”

“Yes Veettaa, I will wait for you.”

5 hours and 19 minutes later

The alarm clock set for three PM went off right on time, she had fallen asleep in his arms as he did in hers. Sam slapped the pesky alarm off, both stretched together, then kissed, going back to each other’s arms cuddling. Sam reluctantly broke the embrace, he scooted till he was propped against the headboard of the bed. She did the same.

“I was her Sam, Veettaa.”

“What? How Kim?” Sam looked shocked.

“It was a dream Sam, I was in the crash, I died there. I was her when you asked her to go with you Sam.”

A tear crawled down one cheek, Sam sobbed, “I killed her bringing her here,” He turned away from her, hiding his tears with his hand. Kim held him as he cried about his lost love.

“OK, we should, more or less be good. If they knew about us they would have at least taken a room next door or busted in by now. If they had gotten that close I would have felt something. The meet is set for 7 PM tonight on the north side of the Memorial Mall’s reflection pond. I saw a Ruby Tuesday’s and a shopping mall. We’ll go get something to eat, do some cloths shopping with the money I have, since we shouldn’t need it now for the flight.”

“Now your talking Sam, a girl’s favorite hobby, shopping. And food, it just doesn’t get any better.” Kim patted her flat tummy, “Now I’ve hooked you, it’s time to start packing on the pounds. If we keep this up, I hope your friends have a doctor on your island, my birth control pills are at home or I’ll soon be eating for two.”

Kim smiled sweetly at Sam, “Can you have kids Sam? Do you want kids Sam, would they be normal?”
Sam gave her that quirky sideways half frown half grin, “Yes Kim you can have kids, I’ll have to help. I’m not sure if I can, being male and the such.” Sam stood and poked out his belly, “Wouldn’t look good on me anyway, it would wreck my figure.”

Kim chucked his abandoned pillow at him, “I hope they at least get their mommy’s brains.” She ran to the bathroom with him in hot pursuit.

27 minutes later

They nodded at the lady working the counter and exited the hotel arm in arm. The November air was crisp, Kim suggested they add jackets to their shopping list, Sam tried to reach out and feel the tenuous thoughts around them as they walked to the Ruby Tuesday’s. There was a tickle out there, a very distant, faint twinge. It just might be a collective thought of hundreds of police offices and other agencies as they sought the couple. He had no doubts what so ever, that they had been tracked to Washington by now. Sam mentioned to Kim as they ate lunch, they should make the shopping trip as quick as they can. Then go back to the room, try and find some local news or CNN and see if there was anything about them on the TV. He said they should stay inside till it got dark and then take a cab to the Lincoln Memorial and access the Mall that way. It would be dark, but still early enough for other people to be about and give them some cover, safety in numbers. He promised her a real shopping trip in any and all the cities she could think of after they got out of this one. They both ate their lunch happily and left, walking over to the shopping mall.

342 yards away

Cliiiiiiick, pause click, click. The code for targets are on the move, try and keep them insight, but don’t get close.

79 minutes later

Click, click, click. The signal that the targets have returned to the hotel. The Lead Agent noted the sun dropping lower in the sky, he requested night vision equipment for all agents assigned as movement monitors. He also called in from a pay phone and reported that it just appeared that they only did some shopping. No other contacts reported except to sales personnel, those were all being checked out now. He also requested for a Blackhawk equipped with night optics in case they go out for the evening.

Back in their room

Sam fiddled with the new hat as Kim stood half dressed modeling her jeans in a mirror. He was glad they were back in the room, he still felt twinges, but they were very faint. He knew that there should have been more. The mall had been filled, it had been impossible to narrow in on a person with so many around. It wasn’t really mind reading, it was sort of sensing emotional outputs, like trying to listen to a very distant radio station that keeps fading in and out. Only when he got within ten or so feet of a person, could he interpret the emotions. Only by touching could he influence someone’s thoughts. He had explained how he did some of his tricks to Kim when she asked him what she was thinking now. He had showed her exactly what he was thinking of as he helped her out of her old clothes. Now he fiddled with the hat, naked on the bed and watched her watch herself in the mirror. He put the hat on and called her over to see what she thought of it, after all she was the one that picked it out. Now he knew exactly what both of them were thinking about as he had helped her out of the new jeans, panties and bra. He watched her, she had his hat on as she rode his cock slowly moving her hips back and forth, she watched him from under the brim of the hat till the orgasms caused them both to fall together in a heap, breaths heaving. It was a very happy way to spend time waiting till night came.

6 PM, going to meet Sam’s friends

At first the lead agent was worried about losing the couple in the rush hour, jammed streets of Washington. It seemed every other car was a cab. The brief report from the Blackhawk helicopter, via cell phone, helped ease his mind. Due to the gathering darkness, the chopper had moved in to about ¾ of a mile. The numbers painted on the roof of the Yellow Cab were clearly visible in the night vision monitors. The weapon’s system, used to track heat signatures of war machines, locked on the cab guiding the cameras. A net of agents surrounded the cab, at a distance, as it slowly made its’ way to the Lincoln Memorial, where the couple got out.

6:18 at the Lincoln Memorial

Sam looked in the direction of the noise the chopper was making. He could make out the running lights, but not the type. He did remember seeing the military one in the distance when they left the hotel earlier. And the same one or a different one when they came back from the mall after shopping for clothes. Both of those had been very distant. After they strolled through the memorial to the 16th President, then going out the back, the slight noise it made grew more distant. He dropped his defenses just a notch, now concentrating on the groups of people and the couples and families out strolling the Memorial Mall. The Washington Memorial reflected clearly, the reflection pool totally still, a perfect mirror. Kim was so thrilled that she was getting to see the wonderful sight. He had bought and paid for a cell phone with programmed minutes on it at the mall. He paged the contact number letting his friends know they were at the location and everything appears safe. His phone didn’t ring back. It only would if they detected problems as they approach the rendezvous set for 7 PM, now 30 minutes away.

“You know Kim, I think I might have figured out how they got wise to me.”

“How’s that Sam?”

“I was trying to develop and go public with a type of communication system like we had on our ship. The technology level here was just reaching a point when the proper systems could be manufactured. Our ship was pretty trashed, but they might have been able to salvage some of the systems. They might have had an idea about how the communication systems works, but unable to develop or restore the system. Then just so happens, some smart, rich communication expert ups and starts developing systems that resemble something they found in the desert 60 years ago at a UFO crash site. They just might have put 2 and 2 together and come up with something close to 4. Then you called my office when they just happen to have our systems tapped, and Bingo, now you get to play also. I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess, but in a way I’m not. We would have never found each other and they would have had me by now. Of course, whatever they tried on me wouldn’t have shown anything but Mr. Plain Jane Human. Now, with all the stuff we’ve done, they pretty much know we are at least doing something very wrong. You can bet they are crawling up the ass of every one of your family and friends by now checking you out.”

Kim chuckled a little, “It’s going to be hard finding family, my parents died 10 years ago in a car wreck and I’m an only child. So were my Mom and Dad. I worry about Missy and Bernie and their kids, but Missy didn’t tell Bernie even your right name. You said you blanked her memory of you, looks like tuff shit for them on that trail.”

Two men walked by talking about what some senator was scheduled to vote on the next day. Sam waited till they went another 100 feet before pulling out the cell, and sending the danger code to his friends.

He leaned over and kissed her cheek, “We’ve been setup, it’s a trap, just act normal, let’s see if we can just sort of find a place were we can get lost,” he whispered in her ear. He walked around a couple of sawhorses with ‘Do not Enter’ yellow tape stretched between them. It was the construction site for a new memorial.

The Lead Agent on Site

“Who authorized those assholes to do a walk-by?” He watched the couple turn and head up into the new war memorial construction site. He saw the lady’s head pivoting around, looking. she dropped the tote bag she carried next to a dumpster. “They made us goddammit,” he jerked the walkie-talkie up, “All agents move in, following is scrubbed move in now! Try and take the man alive. Get that chopper over here! Go! Go! Go!”

They all did.

Kim and Sam

“Freeze!” yelled the man that came around the corner of a stack of equipment pointing a rifle with a big scope attached at them, “National Security Age..” thud.

Kim couldn’t believe how fast Sam could move. The site was semi-lit with construction lights, Sam had blurred in front of her. Letting go of the arm he pulled her with, he stooped, picked up a piece of wood waste and threw it at the man striking him on the side of the head. The man dropped like a sack of potatoes. Sam pulled her towards the man and his dropped weapon. About three or four cinder blocks in a stack beside them, exploded and more whines could be heard in the air as a torrent of bullets sought them out.

The Lead Agent on Site

“Goddammit! Check your fucking fire! I want the man alive. Aim for the lady. I don’t care about the agent, just stop them from getting his weapon!”

Kim and Sam

Kim gasped as something ripped at her arm, the ground around the fallen agent started to patter smoke spots as the bullets shifted from them to the weapon Sam wanted so desperately. Sam yanked Kim hard, pulling her away from the dropped weapon and sure death, into an aisle of supplies.

“I’ve been shot Sam!”

Sam pulled her deeper into the aisle, they both squatted down in a patch of darkness. Kim had a freely bleeding ugly gash down the middle of her left arm, the bullet had to have gone between them. Sam laid his hand on her neck, the pain dropped away like a bad dream, still there in the back of her mind, but no longer a bother.

“Kim I’ll fix it as soon as I can, but we have to go now or we’ll never leave this place alive, can you make it?”

“Yes Sam.”

“Can you run?”

“Yes, but not as fast you can Sam. You go, they want you. Blank my mind, leave me here Sam. You run, please?”

“WE both go, or I stay, I’m not leaving you, ever. Want me to carry you?”

“I can run Sam.”

Sam and Kim heard the thumping approach of a helicopter, two bullets whined off some pipes behind them.

“Run Kim!” Sam pulled her with him to their feet, they started a footrace, with death going to the losers.

The Lead Agent on Site

“They’re heading up the hill towards Congress Avenue. Get that chopper in front of them lay down a suppressing fire. Don’t hit them. The mini-gun will chop them to pieces.”
The gunship came in cherry tree, top high, right over his head as he ran towards the construction site. The civilians around the mall knew something was going on. The silencer suppressed weapons didn’t make much noise when fired as the men converged on the running couple from all points of the compass. The chopper went right over their heads before splashing them with its high intensity search light. The people in the mall and the surrounding blocks figured out something was terribly wrong when one of the 6 barreled, 30 caliber, chain guns started spitting 1200 rounds a minute in front of the fleeing couple.

Kim and Sam

Kim dodged left with Sam as the ground erupted 20 yards in front of them like some psycho farmer was trying to plow up the Mall’s grass. Kim was awed, the sound was as though a 50 foot bee was buzzing in front of them. A ‘Luke Skywalker’ lance of fire came from the side of the helicopter now 50 feet over their heads and about 150 feet in front of them. She could clearly see the lance of orange fire come again, even over the blinding glare of the spot-light pinning their running forms to the ground. Something tugged at her right thigh, she looked down and saw the hole there in her jeans where the bullet punched a hole through her thigh, blood started flowing, she didn’t really feel any pain. She ran with Sam.

The Lead Agent on Site

He heard, “Got her in the thigh,” from one of the snipers thru his earpiece.

“Check your fire, stay on him incase he abandons her. Can you bring her down?”

“Only take a second,” the sniper came back over his earpiece.

Kim and Sam

Both dodged left as the mini-gun opened up again and a loudspeaker blasted from the helicopter in front of them, “Freeze, you are under arrest!”

They swerved again to avoid the deadly lance of fire from the chopper as it backed up, easily keep its’ distance and giving the door gunner a clear line of fire. Another 200 feet and they would be at the street, traffic was at a standstill as people climbed out of their cars, watching the spectacle unfolding in front of them. Two men sprinted at them from the left, another 3 from the right, all armed. Kim pushed herself as hard as she could. Her leg started to hurt from the abuse of the high speed run and the bullet hole punched through her thigh. Blood squished in her new tennis shoe. Something whizzed by her head yanking at her hair. The chopper backed over the street, hundreds of hot, spent shell casings started dropping on the cars and drivers standing in the street. Most panicked and fled from their still running cars. The helicopter’s door gunner unleashed another burst of death at them as the chopper backed to the other side of the jammed street, now filled with fleeing people. A lance of orange fire left the grass and found the sidewalk. The air in front of Kim came alive with buzzing death as the bullets ricocheted off the sidewalk. The bullets chewed the concrete to powdered ruble before the gunner could stop firing his weapon. Sam was no longer at her side. She tried to stop, her leg gave way. Two tractor-trailer trucks, doing a hundred miles an hour, slammed her in the right hip, Kim went down hard.

The Lead Agent on Site

“Goddammit hold your fire,” he screamed into his radio! He had just seen the worse thing possible. The man looked like he just stopped at full speed and dropped to the ground going backwards. The woman took a couple of more steps before going face down. “HOLD YOUR FIRE, GODDAMMIT!” You didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out what just happed, “BOTH TARGETS ARE DOWN, CHECK FIRE! STOP FUCKING SHOOTING THEM!” he screamed so loudly he doubted they needed the radio to hear him. He raced to the two as the chopper’s spotlight kept them illuminated. Neither moved on the ground.


Kim screamed in pain when she tried to move, she tasted dirt, grass and blood in her mouth, she couldn’t feel her right leg at all. She tried to roll over again. She screamed in pain so loud it hurt her throat and her vision grayed. Her hip felt like someone had stuck a blowtorch inside and turned it on full. She screamed again in agony.

She lay there gasping, whimpering in pain she didn’t think was possible for a human to endure. The chopper seemed to get less loud, she heard men gasping for breath all around her.

“He’s dead. Hell, they shot away half his skull, looks like he took a couple of more in the chest, one in the leg, shit, somebody’s head is going to roll over this.”

Kim moaned Sam’s name loudly.

“Damn, it’s a fucking miracle she’s still alive. Must have blown away half her right hip.”

Someone else pounded up, “Fucking shit,” she heard him say. “Main target is DOA Sir,” someone else said. “The woman’s still with us, but I don’t think for much longer, she’s bleeding out.” The first voice said, “Get that fucking chopper down and get them to Reed. What a cluster fuck!”

Someone came to Kim’s side and casually flipped her on her back. She didn’t scream in pain this time, she thankfully passed out from it.

The pain from her shattered hip and the swaying from the helicopter, pulled her back into the real Hell, on Earth. She looked over and saw Sam’s eyes, he looked at her with half of the top of his head gone, Dead eyes returned her stare. He was just right there, she tried to touch his body one last time. A man, straddling her legs pushed back down on a new bandage after he threw the blood soaked one beside her. He pushed down hard on her destroyed hip, desperately trying to stop her bleeding. Kim passed back out before she could touch Sam.


Date unknown, time unknown, place unknown

A hand shook her shoulder gently, “Kimberly Collett?”

It all came back too her then as a hazy, horrible dream, Sam was dead. Another tear joined the streams already there. She had been crying in her drug induced sleep. Kim opened tear filled eyes. Sam was dead, she had seen his shattered skull. She had tried to touch his lifeless body, just one last time.

The doctor standing beside her bed, gently touched her shoulder again, “Kimberly?”

Her right leg felt funny, she wobbled her head up some. ‘Oh that’s why’, she calmly lowered her head back to the pillow after seeing she didn’t have a right leg. Just a big bunch of bandages swathed her hip area. Some tubes running out, and just one leg left. It was pretty easy to see why it should feel funny she thought. She was naked, both arms handcuffed to a hospital bed, tubes running in and out of her everywhere, the incessant beeping of a heart monitor and a sheet half covering her ruined, bruised, mutilated body. Nothing really mattered anymore anyway, Sam was dead. She tried to will her body to also die, to join him.

A nurse leaned over her, “Give her the stimulate Dan, I hope these things work on humans or Slaammu is going to be so pissed off. At least you made him smaller this time.” The nurse gave her a smile, “Hope you like being a blonde dear? Did you fix the heart monitor Honey?”

“Yes, but it will reset on the hour, it’s an external reset at the main consoles,” he looked at his watch. “That gives us just under 50 minutes to get her and clear out of here.”

Kim felt a yanking at one of her elbows, something cold flowed into an arm, she wasn’t really sure which arm, “Kim, you have to be awake. It is going to hurt some at first. I am going to try and control the pain level, but you have to be awake. We’re not sure these will work properly on humans. We are here to help you make the transition, but you are going to need to be awake.”

Whatever the doctor injected into her arm double slapped her mind. She felt blinding pain till the doctor gently laid his hand on the side of her head, the pain went to the back of her mind and clawed the floor of her brain. It waited to pounce on her again. “Sam’s dead,” she croaked to the world.

The nurse smiled at her, “Yes Kim, and in a few minutes you will be too.”

“I will be dead with Sam,” she muttered softly. “Good, I loved Sam and I’m not happy. Will I be happy after I die?”

“They must have drugged the living hell out of her, I hope that doesn’t interfere,” the nurse said. She reached into a pocket and pulled out a black bag.

“I don’t think Sam told her what the sloo’s real function is,” the doctor said.

“Probably didn’t have time too Dan,” the nurse reached into the bag and pulled out her amulet, it glowed brightly. She put it around Kim’s neck, centering the stone on her chest. Next, she pulled out Sam’s ring, it glowed a fierce, bright red. She placed it next to the setting on Kim’s chest.

The doctor looked at Kim, “We’ve never tried this on a human Kim. Sam said it should work. We went to a lot of trouble to steal these from your government. We have to give them your body or they will never stop looking for you. You have to die Kim, it won’t hurt at all. That’s why we are here to help you make the transfer to the storage device.”

Both the doctor and the nurse placed their hands over the ring and the amulet, holding them tightly to Kim’s chest. The very last thing Kim heard was the heart monitor drop a beat when her broken heart finally quit beating for the last time.

Kim, Sam, Ccrsst and Trassaa

Doctor, masquerading as a nurse Mary Ann Yearly placed the ring and the amulet, now both glowing the same fierce red color, back into the thick, black bag and then into her pocket. The heart monitor beeped happily saying its’ very dead patient was just fine.

“Same plan, don’t ruin my Gucci’s, I think you scuffed them last time,” Doctor Daniel Andrew Yearly said as he headed to the door followed closely by his ‘nurse’.

Mary shook her head, “What a whiner Dan, I’ll buy you a couple dozen more pairs next time we’re in Rome.”

“But these were my favorite,” he whined again, poised in front of the door leading out of the death room, guarded by two armed guards on the other side. “Let’s go.” He knocked twice on the door.

The door opened behind the guards, the doctor and the nurse came out. The doctor stopped, looking down at his clipboard. The nurse ran right into him, almost knocking both of them down. The doctor grabbed the right guard’s arm to steady himself, the nurse did the same to the left guard. ‘Thank goodness no one fell,’ both guards thought at the same time.
“Nurse Goodbody, will you please watch where you’re going? That is the second time tonight, look where you have scuffed my shoes.”

“I’m sorry Doctor Gillespie. But if you would just tell me you are stopping Sir, or step off to the side like a normal human being, I wouldn’t be walking all over you all the time.

One guard pushed open the door to the room, saw the prisoner laying in the bed, the heart monitor beeping happily. He let the door close and then locked it, he went back to thinking about last Sunday’s football game. The other watched the nurse till she and the doctor, still bitching about his ruined shoes, went around a corner. He started to think happy thoughts about the nurse. My she certainly did have a ‘Goodbody’. He’d try and find out where she worked in the hospital, maybe look her up or give her a call when he was relieved in a couple of hours.

The doctor was looking down at his clipboard, trying to ignore his scuffed Gucci loafers his wife had purposely wrecked. The nurse fiddle with a bandage she had pulled out of a pocket, also looking down. Both were well aware of the overhead cameras dotting the ceilings. Neither wanted to give the monitors a good facial shot as they walked out of the building.

“So, what did you give him,” the nurse asked as they walked through a parking lot?

“Last Sunday’s game against Cleveland, you?”

The nurse didn’t say anything as they left the lot and crossed a street.

“Dammit Ccrsst, you know that makes me so jealous, I’m going to have the pilot stop in LA till I can find some of those big, rubber gloves, welders use. Then I’m going to glue them on your hands.”

“Sounds kinky, I’ll shop for some of those thigh-high, black, six inch, come and get me, stiletto boots, maybe a whip,” she reached out and took his arm after the hospital was blocked from their view by other buildings.

“You’re such a pervert Dear, that and being the only female of my species on this planet, are the only reasons I put up with you” he reached into her pocket and took out the bag. “Hey, how’re you guys doing in there?” he asked the bag, not really expecting or getting an answer. They and the bag walked happily to their waiting limo 5 more blocks up the street. 38 minutes later the 4 engine Gulf Stream jet made its take-off roll out of Reagan International heading westbound. A few moments later the hospital room they left was a flurry of activity as the heart monitor reset and showed that the patient had finally died from her wounds.


Date unknown, time unknown, place unknown

Kim woke with a start, she started to panic, then stopped, calming back down. She could feel Sam’s warm back against hers. Kim reached out, luxurious 1000 count, cotton, Egyptian linen sheets covered her. She looked over at the folded, dark wooden slatted, doors leading out to a balcony. A slight sea breeze fluttered the off-white sheers. She could see part of a coconut palm, white sandy beaches, topaz blue water. She heard the muted, distant crash of surf pounding on a reef and Sam’s slow breathing as he slept behind her. Kim smelt the fragrance of a saltwater breeze, the overlapping smell of flowers floated in the air. It was like the air was alive with smells she had never smelt before. She rubbed a hand down her right hip to her leg, the hip wasn’t shattered, destroyed. Her leg was still there, she did need to start running more, her hips felt fuller. It had all been a horrible dream. They had made it to the island. She couldn’t even remember the trip here, all she could remember was the terrible dream, Sam had died, her body shattered, it had been so real. Kim carefully rolled over trying not to wake Sam, yet. She just wanted to cuddle him till he woke, let the horrible, so real dream blow away on the soft sea breeze. She slid her hand over the part of his arm she could touch easily, Kim wrapping her hand half way around his arm. She carefully, slowly slid her hand up his whipcord thin body. Her hand found his long, curly, black hair, she pushed it aside to lightly kiss his neck. She freaked out.

She quickly rolled out of the bed and away from the man that wasn’t Sam! She got to her feet unsteadily, naked. Kim turned as the person in the bed stretched from being woken up. She started to run out the open door. Her legs didn’t work right, she stumbled, catching herself on a make-up dresser she went to her knees as the strange man rolled over, looking at her, he smiled at her. She pulled herself back to her feet, the strange, young, blonde lady in the dresser’s mirror, wearing her glowing amulet, looked as shocked as she felt. She raised her hands up to her face, the other lady in the mirror did the same thing. Kim screamed and passed out.


Again, date unknown, time unknown, place unknown

“Laura?” said a man’s voice as a soft hand touched her thigh.

“Don’t call her that,” said another man’s voice, he softly said, “Kimberly?”

Kim jerked her eyes open. A woman sat by her side on the bed, a man stood behind the woman, both were dressed in swim suits. Another man sat naked on the bed, level with her knees. Kim clawed herself backwards, the headboard and wall stopped her from going farther.

“Kimberly,” the naked man said, now at her feet, “it’s a shock if you don’t know what to expect, it’s me, Sam.”

Kim looked at the stranger she had never laid eyes on before, “You’re not Sam! Sam’s dead. I saw his body. He’s dead,” Kim started to cry.

The naked man gave her a crooked smile, Sam’s smile, his bright green eyes glowed at her, “OK, you got me there. Yes Kim, Sam’s body is dead. But, then again, so is yours.”

The lady by Kim’s side said, “Why don’t you two go bury your heads in the sand or something, give me some time with her. Alone. Please?”

The naked man found some swim shorts, both men left as the new Ccrsst tried to explain to the new Laura why she wasn’t the old Kim anymore.

18 minutes later

“Thank you Paiteet, would you ask Miss Estelle to make us a pitcher and bring two more glasses,” Theo asked?

“Right away Mr. Tailor, Miss Estelle wants to know if there will be four for lunch?”

“Paiteet, please call me Theo, if you do so, I will double your salary. Yes, tell Miss Estelle that my wife feels much better and will be joining us for lunch.”

“Yes Mr. Tai,,, Mr. Theo, right away,” the boy took off running back to the main house.

“Give it up Theo, I tried for years as Dan to get the boy to just call me Dan,” Trassaa said. “It’s his father’s influence, the man has worked for us for over 25 years and the best I have ever gotten was Mr. Yearly, your fighting a losing battle. Can you read what is going on?”
“Her anxiety level is gone, I sense some confusion but that is falling off also. She’ll be OK with the transfer. Give her a month and it will be Kim Who, my name is Laura. How much did you hype her up?”

“Theo, I never even heard of such bonding, I can’t sense anything at all, even from Ccrsst. Can you sense Ccrsst?”

“Not a thing from her, but Kimberly is like a laser beam.”

“We did jack her up to our level, you’re going to have to do some very serious mental training to her before you let her off the island. I would suggest starting as soon as possible and staying by her side whenever she interacts with staff. Have you told her about receiving the rescue message?”

“I am going to stay with her Trass. I going to stay here, I’m not going back. I’ll ask her if she wishes to endure another change, but this time it will not be into someone else. It will be into a different species. I can already guess her answer. She’ll wish to stay, even though she has a desire to see what it is like out there. Maybe the humans might suddenly discover important ways to create a different power source.”

“Ccrsst said you would Slaammu, I don’t blame you. I think you are finally happy again. We will tell them you died in the crash along with Veettaa. What if she wants to restore you?”

“If she has by now, I wish her as much happiness as I have found here. Please don’t tell her about me, us. Tell her I died by her side. I am sad we never bonded, if we had, I would leave and go home. I am bonded, I can’t leave my mate.”

The conversation was switched to stocks, bonds and oil futures as both men saw the houseboy return carrying a pitcher of Miss Estelle’s famous coconut, rum smoothie. Paiteet’s father, Solomon, followed carrying a tray of canapés and the two other glasses. Both men quit talking about oil futures as soon as the two were close enough to hear what they had been discussing.

“Mr. Tailor, Sir, my son said that you would double his salary if he treated you less formally?”

“Yes Solomon, I will double it again if he drops the Mr. part. I will quadruple yours, and all the others, if everyone else does so also,” Theo stated matter of fact.

Whatever Solomon Hoi was going to say was squashed like a bug.

“It was tragic that the Yearly’s and Mr. Stranger died in the plane accident. Sam was my best friend, a damn fine cousin and a good man. Mary Anne and Daniel live in my heart right beside Sam, they will never be forgotten. I’m just a country boy Solomon. Every time you guys say Mr. Tailor, I keep looking around for my departed father. Please Solomon, instruct the staff to just call me Theo and my wife Laura, either way, even if you don’t, everyone’s salary is now quadrupled.”

Paiteet topped off Theo’s glass and then Edward’s, “I told you father, thank you for the raise Theo.” Paiteet smiled at his dad, Solomon cringed somewhat.

“I will instruct the staff Sir.”

Theo gave him a half frown, half smile.

“Mr. Theo,” Solomon managed to force himself to say.

Two women in bathing suits emerged from the beach cabana, one sort of helped the other. Theo said, “Looks like Laura is on the mend. Paiteet, fill the other two glasses and would you both excuse us please.”

Solomon didn’t want his son to see him beaten at his own game, “Fill the glasses son. Then go and walk the beach again, not a stick or piece of seaweed mind you, Miss Laura might want to take a swim. If you will excuse us, Gentlemen.” It was going to be an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.

Theo and Edward watched the women approach, both rose from their recliners as they neared. Nancy let go of Laura’s arm, she went over to stand next to her husband. Laura stopped and looked at the group.


“Is that really you Sam?”

“Yes Kim, in the flesh,” he glanced over at the other two smiling people, “well, less flesh than I had before. Guess I should go for the rock star look now.”

“How do I know it’s really you Sam?”

“How do I know it’s really you Kimberly?”

Laura smiled, “Touché.”

“There is one sure way Laura.”

“What’s that Sam?”

“My new name is Theodore Patrick Tailor, yours’ Is Laura Eleanor Yaden-Tailor.” He gave her a wink, “You can call me Theo, Laura”

“OK Theo, how do you prove, without a doubt, that you are who you say you are?”

Theo walked up to her, looked into her neon blue eyes, bent over and kissed her. She melted in his arms. She brought up her arms and held him tightly, “Sam.”

“Theo, Laura.”

“Whoever,” she kissed him again, melting back into his arms.

End of Story

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