"A Birthday Wish Come True" {empath} ( M/F oral rom )


He entered the lobby, nervous at what he was planning, but also eager to complete
it successfully and see how she handled it.  He ran a gloved hand over the
frosted intercom panel, stopping and pressing one labeled "9 - Sanders" and
cleared his throat.

"Yes?"  It was the sound he'd fallen in love with - the voice of this woman he'd
never met, but knew as intimately as he knew himself.

He immediately assumed the lazy Southern drawl he'd been practicing, covering his
normally flat voice. "Phone company, miss.  You a 'Ms. Sanders' who wants a
second line installed?" "Oh, yes; you're early - the person at the office said
this afternoon-" the disembodied voice replied.

"Well, yer lucky; my first call was supposed to be a repair job that'd take all
morning, but they cancelled."  He was having trouble not adding small things like
"darling" or "my lovely lap-dancer".

"Good; the sooner I get the line installed, the sooner I can log-on and-"  The
rest of her plans were drowned out by a harsh metallic buzz.  He grabbed his
toolbox and reached to open the door, unable to suppress a grin at the irony of
her statement.  He breathed deeply as he mounted the half-flight of stairs,
shaking his head to rid himself of any stage fright. He'd always worried about
the wrong things before - surely this meant that all would go well?  The hard
part was getting his body to believe it.

He concentrated on projecting the image of an American phone technician on his
first job of the day.  A coil of cable was over his left shoulder, a large
tool-case in his right hand and blue, insulated coveralls obscuring his body from
neck to ankle.  A hard hat covered his dark hair - 'she'd spot that right away
after what she said upon getting my picture' he thought - and to complete the
facade a worn, weathered clipboard in his left hand.

He stepped to the correct door, stuck his gloves in a pocket, placed his toolbox
on the floor, and rapped on the door. To add to the illusion, he stood on his
toes - adding to his apparent height.  He also grabbed a pen from his chest
pocket and started 'writing' on the clipboard held *just* in between the fish-eye
and his face - right-handed to further lull his prey from detecting her
"Grammar-Checker".

He was rewarded with a series of clicks and the door opened.  "I'd like the plug
near the table over there-" she said as she pointed back into the apartment, and
gasped as the 'phone technician' dropped his things and hugged her, surprising
her with a deep, passionate kiss.  She felt the bristle of his moustache,
myopically saw the small scar on his cheek, and stopped resisting.  When they ran
out of breath, they separated and she cried out his name with a child-like look
of delight on her face.  "What ARE you doing here?"

"Gee, what do you THINK, lover?  We've both been champing at the bit to meet
finally."

"How'd you do all this?"

"Simple - you mentioned that you were finally getting an ISP and extra phone
line.   I stayed at that motel just outside Geneva and waited to see a phone
company van to go by - handy thing, you living in a small town.  I was lucky
enough for it to pull into a gas station on the way.  When the driver went in to
pay, I slipped up and took a peek at the work orders."

"But what if I'd have been the first client of the day, or if he hadn't stopped?"

"Just lucky I guess - there's only so much planning you can do.  Anyway, happy
birthday."

They kissed again.  "Thank you; it's not 'til Wednesday, but I think this is a
wonderful gift.  One question remains - how could you even afford a plane ticket?
 You never got that work term in Kansas City!"

"Well, there's an interesting story that will explain my ability to be with the
one I love...but that will wait for lunch; right now we've got some things to
attend to."  His mouth curled into a salacious, wolf-like grin - showing her what
he'd meant every time he added "<sg>" to an email comment.  He turned to grab his
things in the hall and was rewarded with a slap on the buttocks.

"Hello?"

"Hmmm, looks better in person," she replied.

"Well, it's had some exercise since my last batch of photos - I was hoping to
surprise you when you picked me up at the airport."

"But you called and said your school could only get work terms for six students
with the government," the woman pressed.

"Yes, that was true, BUT this will wait 'til we're eating a meal."  He dropped
his tools and pulled her into his embrace. He kissed her again, his tongue
lancing between her lips and sliding across her teeth to brush lightly against
hers.  She moaned, and massaged his shoulder blades, stroking up and down his
back.  He broke off, stood back to behold her in her comfy clothes of a sweat
suit, and growled like a great cat.  "You look even more beautiful than I'd
hoped!"

"Liar; even you've gotta admit that my choice of clothing leaves something to be
desired."

"On the contrary, your apparel is loose enough to let the imagination work away,
yet tight enough to show off your lovely curves.  You are inarguably the most
gorgeous woman I've ever beheld," he spoke with absolute sincerity.

"Even?" she asked, worried of his response.

"Yes, even Angela.  She was only a girl - she never lived long enough to mature
into a woman.  I admired her lithe, athletic form, and she had a cute face, but
even my rose-tinted memories of her pale when gaze upon your lovely body."

"And you're okay?" she pressed, concerned.

His features softened from lust to appreciation.  "Yes, and thank you for caring
to ask.  I still regret her death - the world became just slightly colder and
impersonal when she passed away, but I don't feel pain when I think of our time
together. I *certainly* don't blame myself anymore - just remember that you're
doing all the driving when we're together!" he exclaimed with a grin creasing his
features, dimples just barely forming beyond the ends of his moustache.

She smiled, relieved at his happiness.  "Good, and now..." she let the last word
linger seductively.  He responded to this with a throaty bark, shot forward and
gathered her up in his arms.  He then proceeded to glance around in comical
confusion.

"Um, this seemed like a good idea at the time - which way to your 'place
d'amour'?"

She glanced pointedly in the correct direction and wrapped her arms around his
neck.  He whipped his head back, dislodging his hard hat. They proceeded swiftly
into her boudoir.  He dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed, looking up to
admire the furnishing.  "A genuine four-poster..." He stroked one of the ornate
posts supporting the canopy above them.

"I found it at a rummage sale - it wasn't too expensive, and has been quite
useful in the past," she purred, loosening her clothing and kicking off her
slippers.  He glanced back to her, his eyes raking possessively over her body as
he shrugged out of his coveralls, clad only in a pair of tented jockey shorts.

"My, grandma what a big-" she intoned in a 'little girl voice', not much
different from her normal mode of speech.  "All the better to *love* you with,
dearie," he retorted in the breaking half-screech of an elderly woman.  He ripped
off his boots and kicked free of his jump suit, and walked up to the bed.  She
started to pull off her top, but he stopped her.  "Let me," he commanded, and
started to stroke her belly, sliding his hands underneath the sweatshirt.  
	"Mmmmmm," she purred. "You sure you haven't studied massage?"

"Nothing specific, but I've learned what feels good.  Oh, and remember - it's
been seven years; I'm out of practice."  He started to push the top upwards
gradually as he continued kneading her flesh. "I'm sure you've got preferences,
so feel free to let me know if I could do anything better."

"Ohhhh, I can't think of anything yet..."

He took another couple of minutes to bring the sweater up to her shoulders,
avoiding her breasts the whole time.  He then snapped her arms up, whipped off
the article of clothing, and extricated her glasses from it, replacing them over
her eyes. She held her breath, expectantly.

"Ahhhh - Beautiful," he breathed as his fingertips traced delicate patterns
around the two globes in front of him.

"You're sure they're not too small for my body?" was the concerned question.

"Hardly, they're fantastic - remember the line from _Weird Science_?  'Anything
more than a handful is wasted.'"  His attentions were evoking some response from
her body.  He leaned down and ran the point of his outstretched tongue around the
rim of her areola.  She shivered and the nipple stiffened.  He flicked across it,
and proceeded to do the same with her other breast.  His hands stroked their soft
undersides, running up the sides to rest on them, thumbs over her now hard
nubbins.  His mouth slid down to kiss the valley between them and his digits
started to rub circles over the tips of her breasts.  She moaned, took his head
in her hands, and pulled him up to her face.

Their lips met quickly, hungrily sucking each other's taste into their own
mouths, their tongues attempting to fuse together. She withdrew to breathe, and
he nibbled on her lower lip.  He then eased up, and playfully licked the
underside of her nose, between her nostrils.  She cooed, and started to knead his
chest in reply to his hands' ministrations.  His nose nudged her glasses up onto
her forehead and he kissed each closed eye. He lay on his side next to her and
whispered in her ear, his hot breath distracting her from his meaningless words.

She rolled to face him, kissed his cheek and announced "You keep that up and I'm
gonna have to get out the restraints!"  He chuckled in reply to her standing joke
of "two fun-filled weeks of being tied to my bed" that he had won.  She slid down
his body, kissing and massaging as she went, and eliciting contented sighs from
her visitor.  Eventually she reached the only clothing he was still wearing.  She
glanced up and asked, grinning "May I see the fruit of your loom?"

"What-" he stopped as he realized the gist of her request. He smiled and shrugged
good-naturedly.  She returned her attention to the task at hand, hooking her
index fingers into his waistband and inching the shorts down.  He was stimulated
by the friction of the elastic on his member as it was slowly revealed, and
gritted his teeth in anticipation.  She tugged the underwear past the tip, and
his cock sprang out, fully erect.

"Well, I guess you ARE happy to see me!"  She gasped.

"Gee - I'm offended you even thought otherwise," he chided.

"Careful, man - you *are* in a compromising position!"  She playfully tapped his
head, and he flinched with excitement.

"Mental note: never upset a woman who has you by the short and curlies," he
breathed as she began to inspect her new toy. He squirmed as she stroked his
length and then ran a finger over his circumcised head.  He gasped a warning to
her "Careful with that thing - it's loaded and hasn't been 'fired in anger' in a
long time!"

"Well, there's only one way of 'clearing the barrel', you know," she replied and
continued to stroke him.  He moaned and clenched the sheets in his hands.  She
massaged his balls with her free hand, evoking a shiver in his body. "I can't -"
he hissed and came; his semen flying from his prick to land on his groin and her
bare breasts and abdomen. "I...I'm...sorry," he gasped, visibly shaken.

"Don't worry, it was a long time coming, and I'm sure your gentlemanly nature
won't leave a lady unsatisfied," she teased, twirling a finger in one pool of his
cum on her chest.  "Hmm, now what *can* we do in the meantime..."  Her smile was
suggestive and faintly cat-like.

He inhaled, turning it into a predatory snarl as he raised himself up and stalked
across to her, lapping his jism from her breasts.  She glanced down in surprise. 
His gaze met hers as he began to massage her nipples.  "No, I've never done that
before - it's a little bitter, but if it gives me a chance to suckle these lovely
orbs..."

He stopped talking as he ran his tongue around her tit, decreasing the circles he
made and stopped at the areola, clasping its tip between his lips. "Mmmmmmmmm"
she groaned, and leaned back against the bedpost as his tongue tickled her
entrapped nipple.

He cleaned her other breast, and then began to work down her belly, stroking her
scar with his mouth - pausing only to murmur "beautiful".  He shifted his weight
back onto his knees, provoking a pair of loud clicks. Her eyes shot open. "Your
knees-" she began.

He chuckled and silenced her with a kiss.  "Relax - it sounds a LOT worse than it
is - it doesn't hurt at all, in fact. It's just a very unsettling thing to hear,
as I'm sure you'll agree!"  She acquiesced, but her face still showed signs of
concern.

"God, you really do care for me that much, don't you?" he asked with a look of
admiration and wonderment.

"But of course, 'I'm offended you even thought otherwise'," she mimicked.

His arms encircled her and he hugged her tightly.  "I love you, darling," he
whispered in her ear.  "And just to show you how much..."  He resumed his
ministrations to her lower torso, untying the cord of the sweatpants she began to
loosen ten minutes and half a year ago.  His hands massaged her hips, pushing the
waistband of the pants slowly down.  She grabbed the post behind her and raised
her buttocks, permitting him to remove her last article of clothing.  He paused
and regarded her mound, entranced.

"You're not put-off by my c-section scar?" she asked with concern.

"Are you offended by my paunch?"  He leaned back and puffed out his chest and
belly.  "It's not as bad as when I took my photo - gotten a lot of exercise - but
it's FAR from a physique I used to have. Even so, I haven't heard any
complaints..." he finished, as sly grin taking possession of his features.

"Well, now that you mention it -" she began.  He laughed, and pulled her back
towards him, kissing her deeply and passionately to quell any criticism.

"<gasp> No - I don't find it at all unattractive, love.  It is part of what makes
you YOU.  How could I not love it?" he said, brushing a lock of hair from her
forehead.  "Besides," he continued, holding her as he lay back and rolled their
bodies over on the bed, "it gives me a landmark to follow in the dark!" He
demonstrated what he meant by running his tongue down the ridge to her bush,
sliding off the bed.  He paused and inhaled her musky scent, nuzzling her mound.

Grabbing a pillow, he raised her hips and adjusted the angle of her pelvis,
resting her legs on his shoulders.  He kissed the insides of her thighs, his lips
a butterfly that alighted on her sensitive flesh every inch or so.

"You gonna mess around down there all morning or are you gonna DO something,
lover?  I got the Phone Company coming by this afternoon," she called in
frustration.

"Just for that, I think I'll do a little more sight- seeing!"  He felt fingers
entwine themselves in his curls and pull his head into the vertex of her legs. 
He ran his tongue roughly across the length of her labia; it had the effect he
sought.

"Ooohhhhhhhhh."

His lingual muscle traced around her labia, sampling the traces of moisture
already there.  After some coaxing by his mouth, her lower lips opened like the
petals of a flower as they were engorged in blood, becoming warm to the touch. 
As his hands locked with hers, he plunged into her slit and stroked the silky
insides with his taste buds.  His efforts were awarded with a seeping of
honey-like fluid, which he lapped up eagerly. Satiated, he shifted his attention
to the apex of her cunt.  Her 'third nipple' swelled as he flicked it with his
tongue, causing her to shiver and squeeze his hands.  Then he returned to her
love nest, lancing his tongue deep within her depths.  He began to fuck her
orally, the bristles of his moustache brushing her clitoris with every stroke.

"Oooo...nnnn...nnnnggggggghhhhh" was his partner's only utterance. Taking this as
encouragement, the man increased his pace, only to have his eyes bug out as he
felt fingernails dig into the backs of his hands.  Her hips lifted from the
cushion, her back bridging - supported by her shoulders and her thighs on his
shoulders.  Her moans took a more urgent tone, and the flow of her honey
increased.  He continued his assault on her nether regions, and was rewarded with
a cry of "NnnnnaaaaaAA-AA-AA-AA!" and a trickle of pearly essences over his mouth
and chin.

He gradually eased his pace but did not stop as the woman above him shook and
spasmed.  As she came down from the plateau of her orgasm, he ceased his
thrusting and started to clean her genitalia, carefully avoiding her clit.  As he
slid up alongside her, she panted and gasped to him "Thank...you...that...was..."

"As enjoyable for me as it obviously was for you," he interrupted, placing a
finger on her lips to silence her.  "You just relax and catch your breath."  He
cuddled in close to her, kissing her lightly.  She kissed back and sucked her
juices from his facial hair.  "See, I *told* you I'd find sexual uses for that
caterpillar of yours."

"YOU? Gee, so how did you plant the idea in my head - telepathy, or was I just
too enraptured by your beauty to remember hearing you suggest things?" he asked
jovially.

"Whatever," she replied, turning her back to him. "Hold me."

"Gladly."  He slipped one arm underneath her biceps, and wrapped his other over
her body to meet its mate on her chest. He tugged her tightly to him, luxuriating
in her warmth.  He tilted his head and kissed the nape of her neck, his hands
slowly caressing her upper arms.

After a short pause, her breathing slowed and she apparently noticed his dick
pressing insistently into the crack of her ass. "So, is your little friend ready
for another round?"

"Oh, you could say he's up for the challenge!" he smiled as she playfully swatted
his arm.  She reached down behind her and shifted his penis down between her
legs.

"Hold on, dear - Stubby's not dressed for the party yet."

"Didn't you hear?  It's come as you are."

"Be that as it may, I know you've only been back on the Pill for a couple of
weeks at most, and that's not long enough. So..."  He rolled away from her,
reached down to the floor, opened his tool box, and took a little foil wrapper
from within. "I'd be a poor technician if I didn't bring appropriate safety gear
with me!"

"Oh, yes, and do I get to see the rest of your tools?" she asked suggestively,
propping herself up on her elbow.

"All in due course, my impetuous little lap-dancer," he answered, grinning at her
curiosity.

"I seem to recall we were about to do something else..."

"Oh, all right," she complained insincerely, a smile creeping onto her face as he
opened the package.  "So, who gets to dress him up?"

"Flip you for it?"

"Sure; do you want to be flipped on your head or your tail?" she teased, laughing
as he playfully punished her for the bad joke.  "Enough - enough!  I surrender -
how about this?  We both do it."

"Fair enough," he assented and drew the condom from the foil.  He steadied
himself, and with his free hand grasped the opposite end of the 'ring' as she
placed it at the tip of his manhood.  Together they rolled it down his length,
with him shivering at every touch of her hand.

"Hmmm, it's a little tight on you."

"Yes, I would notice something like that, darling," he teased, "I'll confess that
it's not 'as big around as a tuna can', but it IS 'longer than three inches'!"

"Yes, I can finally confirm that," she replied, encircling him with her hand. 
They stopped talking as he rolled her onto her back, replacing the pillow under
her hips, taking the opportunity of stroking her buttocks as he did so.  He
kneeled between her thighs, cracking his joints again.  She flinched.

"Sorry, but then it's better than farting, isn't it?" he exclaimed, trying to
disarm the tension.

"Enough talk," she commanded and resumed her grip on his sheathed sword.  She
pulled him to the entrance of her cunt, and he leaned down, placing his hands on
the bed at her sides.  He shifted forward slightly and his head pressed its way
into her.

"Ahhhhh...I'd almost forgotten how good that feels." "Oh, I hope you remember
that it gets better," she hissed as she thrust her hips up to take him deeper
inside her.  He reciprocated, and their groins met as they both exhaled loudly.
He began a slow, steady stroke, but was coaxed into a faster, harder rhythm.

"My!  Don't we heat up quickly?" he commented.

"Remember that it's been a while for me as well - I've been saving myself for
you."

"Tsk...tsk...tsk," he replied in time with his thrusts,
"we'll...have...to...remedy...that...won't...we?"  He moistened his thumb and
reached down to massage her rosebud.  She sighed and pulled him down to her,
their mouths locking in an embrace as carnal as that of their lower bodies.

She stopped kissing and sucked his lower lip between her teeth, pressing harder
and harder as she approached her climax.  He managed to pull free of her painful
grasp as she opened her mouth to gasp as the orgasm rolled over her.  When she
relaxed, he stopped stroking, rolled them over with her on top, and started to
buck her body up as he resumed his activity.

She sat up on his hips, taking his lead and riding his prick.  After a while, he
withdrew from her vaginal embrace and slid out from under her.  He shifted around
behind her, raising her up onto her knees, and entered her pussy from the rear. 
She braced her shoulders into the bed, and grasped the headboard as she met his
every thrust.  She raised her head and asked, "You're still not ready...to..."

"I guess it's my gentlemanly restraint coming back to me!" He growled, voice
belying his words.

"Ahhhhhhh-but don't you mean 'NOT coming'?"

"Keep that up love, and I'll leave right now!"  Again contradictory to his
speech, his hand started to massage her mound, the pinkie finger running over her
clit.

"Oh, don't leave!  Keep doing that!  Mmmmmmmm..."

"Whatever...you...ask..." he rejoined, his breath coming in gulps as his arousal
increased.  Their gentle shifting accelerated into a heavy pace and they fucked
with abandon as they felt their passions rise to that pleasurable summit.  A
sheen of perspiration glazed his face as he grabbed her hips in an attempt to
drive his cock even deeper into her cunt.  Her hands gripped the rungs of the
antique headboard so tightly they squeaked as she shifted to fuck him back as
strongly as he was doing her.  Her face and breasts flushed, and she stiffened
with rapture, her vaginal muscles clasping his cock and pushing him past the
brink.  He continued to pump into her as he came, roaring with pleasure.  As
their orgasms faded, they collapsed onto the bed.  He rolled off of her back and
lay gasping his eyes squeezed shut.  She shifted, sat up and took him in her
hand.

"Thank you, sweet prince," she breathed and kissed the latex-clad head of his
cock.  His entire body flinched, and his hand grasped her wrist. "*Please* don't
do that - I'm really too sensitive right now, even the contact of the condom is
nearly painful."

"Well, let's get your little man out of his confining suit then," she replied and
slipped the rubber from his manhood, making him shake on the bed.  "There, all
done!" she exclaimed proudly as she lay down to kiss him on the cheek.  "Thank
you - that was wonderful."

"Oh, the pleasure wasn't solely yours and I'm sure the credit doesn't rest on my
shoulders alone, my darling beauty," he responded and kissed her hair.  He
appeared to remember something and shifted slightly toward the edge of the bed.

"Um, miss - I don't think we've been formally introduced." He raised his hand up
to shake hers palm-up as its mate disappeared off the bed.  "Mikel Torsson, my
dear lady." She grasped his hand and answered "Nadine Sanders," and sighed with
amusement as he leaned down and kissed the back of her hand. Her sigh became a
gasp as his left hand returned to sight and placed the crimson flower in her
captured hand.  "I always said I'd felt bad about that 'email rose' being so
insubstantial, so..."

"Oh, Mikel - I LOVE you!" she cried out as she hugged him.

"Ow!  Yep, should've taken those thorns out," he exclaimed as his arms resumed
their comfortable embrace of her warm body.

"I love you too, Nadine - as much as it is humanly possible, and possibly even a
little more.  I will happily be whatever you wish - a friend, a lover, a servant,
anything - I'll be it.  I AM YOURS FOR AS LONG AS YOU WANT...I can only hope that
it will be a long, long time," he finished, tears welling up in his eyes.  She
kissed his chest, and pulled his body into hers even more tightly, sniffing
slightly.

They lay like that for a time, naked as the dawn, and held each other as the
afterglow of their passion made them drowsy. He recognized it for what it was,
pulled her head back, and kissed a trail from her forehead, down her nose and
onto her lips.  "Darling, as much as I would be the happiest man it the world
just to lie here and hold you for the rest of time, we have a lunch date and I
don't think we'll pass the dress code like this.  Does your plumbing give you
enough hot water for two showers, or must we share...feel free to lie if you
can't bear to be away from my body from that long."  His mouth curled up into an
immoral grin.  He fully expected the slap when it came, but not where it was
aimed.

"Ooo - aren't we prideful all-of-a-sudden; you make a girl come a few times an
already you're puffed up like a peacock! But sadly, I've got plenty of hot water.
 To make matters worse, the stall is a little small..."

"Oh, well - I guess my ego will have to take the separation," he said, releasing
her and sitting up.  "I gotta dash down to the car anyway and grab some proper
clothes - you go first.  Can I at least wash your back for you?"

"Done, and I'll hold you to that."

"Aw, I'd rather be held to your front," he joked as he stood to pull the jumpsuit
over his naked form.

"Ugh, I hope you catch some hairs in the zipper!"

"Ooo, thanks for the reminder!"  Mikel exclaimed as he shrugged his shoulders
into the coveralls.  He moved one hand over his patch of brown hair at the
juncture of his legs before the other hand pulled the zipper up.  He bent down to
kiss Nadine again and whisper "Better get up and get in there - if you're not in
the shower when I return, I won't be able to help you..."

"Mmmmmm, do I have to?"

"YES.  Now, up!"  He grasped her arms and tugged her to a sitting position.  He
snaked his tongue over the side of her neck.  She kissed his cheek and moved her
arms to encircle him. He removed himself from her embrace and said, "I'm sorry
for kissing-and-running, but it looks like I'll have to tease you into the
shower.  I promise that you'll get more when I get back, if..." and grinned as he
stepped back.  He was rewarded with his lover stretching and sliding off the bed.
 When he turned to leave the bedroom, he stopped.  "Um, Nadine darling? Something
just occurred to me - how will I get back into the apartment?"

Mikel heard her moving around behind him - and she slipped a key over his
shoulder, which he easily caught.  She then pressed into his back and hugged him.
 "Hurry back, my man."

"I promise, and you've seen that I keep my word."  Nadine hands slipped away with
a sigh, and she stepped towards the bathroom.

He returned to the front door, and a shock jolted through his gut - the door was
ajar!  He quickly scanned the room, and saw no one.  He'd only been through here
once, though, and had been too distracted to take an inventory of the items here;
he had no way of knowing if someone had burglarized the place while Nadine and he
were 'busy'...

He pulled the door open and heaved it shut behind him - breathing a sigh of
relief as he heard a click.  He was about to start off for the outside and the
parking lot, but something on the floor attracted his attention.

The coil of wire and clipboard he'd used as props to complete his surprise were
sitting next to Nadine's door, piled neatly.  Mikel thought back, and remembered
dropping the clipboard and spilling the coil off his left shoulder when he hugged
and kissed his beloved, so the wire should be in a messy pile ON TOP of the
board.  Someone must've been here, and cleaned up behind him!  As he grabbed
these things to return them to the car, he noticed his benefactor had written
something on the blank sheet of paper he'd stuck under the clip - "Good luck
Pal!" Mikel carried his props out with a broad grin on his face - there'd be
nothing missing from Nadine's apartment.