I own NOTHING I TELL YOU… NOTHING.
Italics are Hannibal's thoughts, dreams and day dreams
After his appointment with Dr. Bedelia it occurred to Hannibal that his pantry was running low on cheeses, so as he drove
home he stopped at his favorite store as so to stock up. While Hannibal was considering if he should the mild fruity
flavored and sweetened Ubriaco al Prosecco or the smooth and milky, but salty flavored Ibores DO the music heard over
the store caught his attention. "I am being persecuted… If I were a superstitious man I would believe that I was being
haunted by destiny or fate." He thought as he paid attention to the lyrics.
I've been meaning to tell you
I've got this feeling that won't subside
I look at you and I fantasize
Your mine tonight
Now I've got you in my sights
With these hungry eyes
One look at you and I can't disguise
I've got hungry eyes
I feel the magic between you and I
I want to hold you so hear me out
I want to show you what love's all about
Darling tonight
Now I've got you in my sights
"The irony doesn't escape me… a surprisingly pleasant tune."
Now I've got you in my sights
With these hungry eyes
Now did I take you by surprise?
I need you to see
This love was meant to be
"Well yes I'd imagine that it will come as a surprise… But only after you are mine. No need to overwhelm my Viliotoja."
Deciding to take both cheeses and some others Hannibal left and headed home. He only hoped that to night he might
find some peace.
That night he made the wise decision to sleep in the nude.
Thursday … 4:30am
Hannibal woke up with a gasp. When he looked down he felt more that saw what seemed to be a river. Arching his brow
he lifted his Dark Blue Silk sheet and found the remains of a massive ejaculation. Squinting his eyes he sniffed and said
to himself:
- Viliotoja… once I get you into my bed I will make sure that you will beg… You will beg…
He then got up and took yet another shower. "I wonder when I will be able to have a hot shower again… Preferably with
some company" He smiled as the thought crossed his mind.
Later in the day Hannibal went to check up on Will, to his grate disappointment he didn't get to see his Temptress. Jack
joined them and while they were discussing yet another case, a young man came up to them and politely interrupted,
apologizing the next instant:
- I'm sorry but it'll just take a second. Um… Me and a friend of mine grew up in an orphanage and every year we through
a charity and fund raiser to help get funds and donations for the place and everybody partakes we have a play dancing
singing that sort of thing so we were just wondering if you would want some tickets… you if you wanted to come…
- How many tickets do have? – Asked Jack
- Am… just four. We're giving them away… You don't have to donate if you don't want to or anything we just wonder if
you might want a different night out or something…
- You know what that's a grate idea. Well take them. – Was Jack's youthful response. The young man smiled gratefully
and handed over the tickets. – So what are you going to do?
- Well I'm gonna help the kids with the play… I'm Captain Hook and Reess is going to sing. She has a really beautiful
voice. She's a Soprano I think. "Viliotoja?" You won't regret it I guaranty it.
- Well I'm looking forward to it. Anyone else in the class going? – Jack asked
- Yea… There all going, they said they wanted to see um making jack as…amm yea sorry.
- Well what are friends for, if not to make your life a living hell?
- Sure… right well thanks again Agent Crawford. – And with that the young man left with an extra bounce to his step.
- Why do I get the feeling you're going to drag me into this? – Will asked Jack.
- Because I am that's why. It'll be a chance for you and the good doctor here to study these kids in a relaxed
environment. So here's your ticket clean you self-up and don't be late. Dr. Lector your ticket.
- Unlike our good Will here I'm looking forward to the event not only to proceed with investigation but to help give back
to the community and Who knows maybe see a good show after all grate talent can be found anywhere. – Hannibal
answered with a smile.
- That's the spirit. Make sure he's there. – Said Jack as he exited the room.
- I can't believe that he's actually expecting me to go… I don't do well in these sorts of things.
- Relax Will… Maybe you will enjoy yourself… you never know.
- Ha… doubt that.
- I must leave the first student will be arriving at my office in an hour and a half. Do you what for me to pick you up?
- No…. I'll drive myself. At least then I don't have to stay longer than I have to.
- Very well, as you wish. Take care.
- Yea… Bye.
Hannibal left wondering if Reess and his Temptress were one and the same. If not at least he would get to officially meet
his Temptress before she entered his office.
ex·pec·ta·tion –
1. a. The act of expecting.
b. Eager anticipation.
2. The state of being expected.
3. a. Something expected: a result that did not live up to expectations.
b. expectations Prospects, especially of success or gain.
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