Chapter 6: A look in the past
He drove through the streets ignoring the mad drivers screaming curses at him as he headed towards the Paradigm bank. He had to find where the bomb was then he could lock Beck away. His car screeched to a halt when he realized the horror of the situation. Pressing the buttons under a screen. Norman's stern face appeared. " Norman I want you to search the house from top to bottom. I think we may have a bomb in it." " A bomb?" The old man's face turned pure horror " No questions." " Yes sir."
She heard the door slam; she looked up to see an angry Beck. His face was red and he couldn't stop cursing and muttering to himself. Something about a Roger, Datsun death. She stopped trying to make out the murmuring. " Damn it I've had enough. He got me locked up 3 times, now he ruins my only chance.." He trailed on and on about an agreement. " I want you to kill him." He looked down at her " Who?" She tried not to show the hate in her voice. She didn't want to kill anyone. " The negotiator, Roger Smith." He scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to her. " His address." He pulled a small silver gun out of his pocked and handed it to her. " By the end of this week I want him gone. The rest of dinner was eaten in silence. Negotiator, Roger Smith, why did it sound so familiar.
Her eyes opened. The clock blinked red letters that said 2:00. She got out of bed and took shower. Her mind played that name in her head, Roger Smith. It sounded so familiar. Why. She slipped on clothes and had lunch. She cleaned the house and stepped out the door. It would be a long day today.
She looked up to see a large black house. Her mouth opened in awe. This place was so familiars but strange at the same time. She rang the doorbell after waiting a while the large door clicked open. An old man stood at door. Shock and surprise filled his face. She looked at his aged face. She knew this man. Who was he? " Dorothy?" His hands reached out and held her in a strong embrace as if he knew her all his life. Was this Roger Smith? Her mind told her no. " So good to see you." He pulled back with a smile on his face." Are you to see me or have you forgiven master Roger?" He led her inside the house. The door clicked close. She looked around in familiarity and awe at the decorated room. " Master Roger?" " Yes, oh I am sorry it's just Roger Smith now isn't it?" " Yes I am here to see Roger Smith, where is he?" " He's working on a case right now he'll back soon." He led her upstairs. She helped him prepare dinner as they talked about the trivial things.
She stepped into an even larger room. It was decorated in black. A shiny black grand piano sat in the middle of the room. A velvet loveseat with a large red rose in the middle imprinted on it, it sat diagonally to the piano. He motioned to her to sit down. She watched as he disappeared. She sat down on the large black couch. This place was strange but it felt like home. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. A faint memory started to come to her FLASHBACK: "Dorothy! Wake up." He kneeled down on one knee and shook her resting body. "Damn it I am gonna be late." He shook her again and again. "She turned herself off, dammit." He pulled her body off the couch he let her figure relax on his, her head on his shoulder. Slowly he unbuttoned her dress revealing her alabaster skin. He was tempted to take off his gloves and feel her body. His hands trailed down her back feeling for a switch or something that would wake her up. He was getting hard, he wanted to tear off her clothes and make love to her. Just the thought of them kissing sent shivers down his spine. She stirred, quickly he buttoned her dress. Her head lifted up to see eye to eye with Roger. He pulled away as he noticed how close they were. "Yes? Master Roger." " Could you uh check Big O I might need him tonight and I am having trouble with his left arm?" " Very well." She started walking away from a silent Roger. She stopped and turned around "Of all people Master Roger." She played the name her tongue looking at him almost seductively. " You should know to never button a woman's dress with gloves." She turned around, unbuttoned her dress and buttoned it back up. He watched as she disappeared with a bulge in his pants.
She got off the couch ignoring the memories it brought back. She walked towards the piano. Her fingers brushed across the white keys. Her fingers tingled; she sat down and hit a note. A surge of remembrance hit her as her fingers scurried across the piano forming a tune.
His car pulled into the driveway. He turned off the car and closed his eyes he didn't want to move, or do anything when he knew he would wake up into an empty bed. No more Dorothy, he missed her terribly and everyday had dragged on for the past month and a half. He couldn't imagine himself a year from now the pain would probably kill him. He signed and got out of the car. He clicked the back door open. He stopped in alarm to hear the piano playing. " Oh great I am imagining things now." He groaned. He trudged up the stairs into the kitchen. " Norman?" The playing got louder and louder. "Norman?" He screamed " Yes sir?" The playing didn't stop " Who is playing the piano?" " Miss Dorothy of course she's come to see you." Silence. " You're not playing with me are you?" It was probably one of Angel's stupid tricks. " Why would I? By the way there is no bomb in the house." " Good." He marched through the door ready to scream some more at one of Angel's attempts to get to him. He froze when he saw her " Do.. Dorothy?"
She stopped when she felt a presence in the room. She got up and looked up in shock. Her heart beat faster as she looked at the face in front of her. She held her breath as their eyes met. She could feel the images coming into her brain. FLASHBACK: Her lips opened as his touched hers. His hands moved all over her body feeling her naked body. Their bodies pressed together as he kissed neck trailing down to her breasts tasting her. Her legs opened and he entered her. A surge of pleasure moved through her body. She moaned in pleasure and his tongue caressed her neck and hands kneaded her breasts. The pace fastened as moved in and out of her. He screamed her name in ecstasy as sweat beads moved down his face. He slowed down. She could feel the warml liquid enter her as her breathing slowed down.
She could feel warm lips on hers. His tongue entered her mouth. His hands wrapped around her thin waist pulling their bodies together. He kissed her hungrily, intensely and held her tightly. He couldn't let go not now. Realizing what was going on, she pushed him away. What would Beck say?
"I see you still haven't forgiven me." " For. forgiven you?" She still was in shock of the kiss. She looked into his eyes burning with passion. " Yes." He replied. She held her breath he was so handsome, well built and even though he looked worn out she felt something about him. She looked into his eyes. " Too bad I have to kill you." She whispered. Tears trailed down her eyes. " What did you say? Dorothy what's wrong why are you crying?" She wiped the tears in her eyes but they kept coming. " I have to go." She looked at him one last time as her tears fell even harder. She took off passing the dumbfounded old man. She could hear his voice calling after her. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She was scared not because she had to face Beck but she knew she loved his man with all her heart and the thought of hurting him hurt her deeply.
On to chap. 7
He drove through the streets ignoring the mad drivers screaming curses at him as he headed towards the Paradigm bank. He had to find where the bomb was then he could lock Beck away. His car screeched to a halt when he realized the horror of the situation. Pressing the buttons under a screen. Norman's stern face appeared. " Norman I want you to search the house from top to bottom. I think we may have a bomb in it." " A bomb?" The old man's face turned pure horror " No questions." " Yes sir."
She heard the door slam; she looked up to see an angry Beck. His face was red and he couldn't stop cursing and muttering to himself. Something about a Roger, Datsun death. She stopped trying to make out the murmuring. " Damn it I've had enough. He got me locked up 3 times, now he ruins my only chance.." He trailed on and on about an agreement. " I want you to kill him." He looked down at her " Who?" She tried not to show the hate in her voice. She didn't want to kill anyone. " The negotiator, Roger Smith." He scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to her. " His address." He pulled a small silver gun out of his pocked and handed it to her. " By the end of this week I want him gone. The rest of dinner was eaten in silence. Negotiator, Roger Smith, why did it sound so familiar.
Her eyes opened. The clock blinked red letters that said 2:00. She got out of bed and took shower. Her mind played that name in her head, Roger Smith. It sounded so familiar. Why. She slipped on clothes and had lunch. She cleaned the house and stepped out the door. It would be a long day today.
She looked up to see a large black house. Her mouth opened in awe. This place was so familiars but strange at the same time. She rang the doorbell after waiting a while the large door clicked open. An old man stood at door. Shock and surprise filled his face. She looked at his aged face. She knew this man. Who was he? " Dorothy?" His hands reached out and held her in a strong embrace as if he knew her all his life. Was this Roger Smith? Her mind told her no. " So good to see you." He pulled back with a smile on his face." Are you to see me or have you forgiven master Roger?" He led her inside the house. The door clicked close. She looked around in familiarity and awe at the decorated room. " Master Roger?" " Yes, oh I am sorry it's just Roger Smith now isn't it?" " Yes I am here to see Roger Smith, where is he?" " He's working on a case right now he'll back soon." He led her upstairs. She helped him prepare dinner as they talked about the trivial things.
She stepped into an even larger room. It was decorated in black. A shiny black grand piano sat in the middle of the room. A velvet loveseat with a large red rose in the middle imprinted on it, it sat diagonally to the piano. He motioned to her to sit down. She watched as he disappeared. She sat down on the large black couch. This place was strange but it felt like home. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. A faint memory started to come to her FLASHBACK: "Dorothy! Wake up." He kneeled down on one knee and shook her resting body. "Damn it I am gonna be late." He shook her again and again. "She turned herself off, dammit." He pulled her body off the couch he let her figure relax on his, her head on his shoulder. Slowly he unbuttoned her dress revealing her alabaster skin. He was tempted to take off his gloves and feel her body. His hands trailed down her back feeling for a switch or something that would wake her up. He was getting hard, he wanted to tear off her clothes and make love to her. Just the thought of them kissing sent shivers down his spine. She stirred, quickly he buttoned her dress. Her head lifted up to see eye to eye with Roger. He pulled away as he noticed how close they were. "Yes? Master Roger." " Could you uh check Big O I might need him tonight and I am having trouble with his left arm?" " Very well." She started walking away from a silent Roger. She stopped and turned around "Of all people Master Roger." She played the name her tongue looking at him almost seductively. " You should know to never button a woman's dress with gloves." She turned around, unbuttoned her dress and buttoned it back up. He watched as she disappeared with a bulge in his pants.
She got off the couch ignoring the memories it brought back. She walked towards the piano. Her fingers brushed across the white keys. Her fingers tingled; she sat down and hit a note. A surge of remembrance hit her as her fingers scurried across the piano forming a tune.
His car pulled into the driveway. He turned off the car and closed his eyes he didn't want to move, or do anything when he knew he would wake up into an empty bed. No more Dorothy, he missed her terribly and everyday had dragged on for the past month and a half. He couldn't imagine himself a year from now the pain would probably kill him. He signed and got out of the car. He clicked the back door open. He stopped in alarm to hear the piano playing. " Oh great I am imagining things now." He groaned. He trudged up the stairs into the kitchen. " Norman?" The playing got louder and louder. "Norman?" He screamed " Yes sir?" The playing didn't stop " Who is playing the piano?" " Miss Dorothy of course she's come to see you." Silence. " You're not playing with me are you?" It was probably one of Angel's stupid tricks. " Why would I? By the way there is no bomb in the house." " Good." He marched through the door ready to scream some more at one of Angel's attempts to get to him. He froze when he saw her " Do.. Dorothy?"
She stopped when she felt a presence in the room. She got up and looked up in shock. Her heart beat faster as she looked at the face in front of her. She held her breath as their eyes met. She could feel the images coming into her brain. FLASHBACK: Her lips opened as his touched hers. His hands moved all over her body feeling her naked body. Their bodies pressed together as he kissed neck trailing down to her breasts tasting her. Her legs opened and he entered her. A surge of pleasure moved through her body. She moaned in pleasure and his tongue caressed her neck and hands kneaded her breasts. The pace fastened as moved in and out of her. He screamed her name in ecstasy as sweat beads moved down his face. He slowed down. She could feel the warml liquid enter her as her breathing slowed down.
She could feel warm lips on hers. His tongue entered her mouth. His hands wrapped around her thin waist pulling their bodies together. He kissed her hungrily, intensely and held her tightly. He couldn't let go not now. Realizing what was going on, she pushed him away. What would Beck say?
"I see you still haven't forgiven me." " For. forgiven you?" She still was in shock of the kiss. She looked into his eyes burning with passion. " Yes." He replied. She held her breath he was so handsome, well built and even though he looked worn out she felt something about him. She looked into his eyes. " Too bad I have to kill you." She whispered. Tears trailed down her eyes. " What did you say? Dorothy what's wrong why are you crying?" She wiped the tears in her eyes but they kept coming. " I have to go." She looked at him one last time as her tears fell even harder. She took off passing the dumbfounded old man. She could hear his voice calling after her. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She was scared not because she had to face Beck but she knew she loved his man with all her heart and the thought of hurting him hurt her deeply.
On to chap. 7