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Chapter 2
Desire can be anything but important. It can make you senseless for your surroundings and often forces you to make the wrong decision. Human beings desire sometimes without knowing why. They call it love.
Chocolate.
Where was his chocolate? He wanted it right now, at all costs. He, Jesse, had just finished his rounds at a more than agile 89-year-old lady who had had a fight with a car and ended with a broken arm in hospital, and now he ran through the corridors just to reach the vending machine for chocolate bars in time before his stomach, and more his heart, died of lack of satisfaction of his desire. Still trying to catch for breath he rummaged in the pockets of his white coat for some coins. He found one, put it into the slot and chose a chocolate bar. Amanda came around the corner and saw him tiptoeing in front of the clickering machine, he looked as if he would kick it in a second which would have happened if the wished result hadn't arisen. He grabbed the chocolate and uncovered it.
„My gosh, Jesse, why so nervous?" Amanda asked surprised.
A smile and a satisfied „Hmm" as a piece melted on his tongue and the sweet cream spread in his mouth was the sole answer she could get out of him for a moment. So Amanda just kept on talking. „And I thought only women get these attacks." She reaped a glance from Jesse and couldn't help but smile friendly.
Having finished his snack he replied, „You have to get over this prejudice, Amanda. You wear trousers and we eat chocolate. That role play doesn't work anymore. Well, almost. In some cases. You know what I mean?" And off he went, heading for the elevators, then after a few paces deciding to return to where Amanda was still standing. „You don't know where Mark is now, do you?" he asked with a frown.
„The last time I saw him was when he left the hospital. He's on his way home, I suppose. Why?"
„Cause." He was interrupted by his beeper which told him that there was an emergency in the ER, so he turned around. „It's nothing important. It can wait." With that he left.
Amanda shrugged. „Now it's time that I have a chocolate bar myself."
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The waves were rock'n-rolling up and down the sand where Steve Sloan was standing and waiting for his father to come. His head hurt. Still. Since his last accident two days ago, at least he had been only knocked down when the thief he had been after tried to flee but was stopped by six police cars waiting in front of the house. It was not that bad, but he had got the instruction from Chief Masters to stay at home this weekend. And here he was, standing with a headache on the beach under the more than warm sun and watching the glimmering and roaring water and feeling the wind like jeanies playing with his hair. He wouldn't die of boredom while he was at home, though. He had some paperwork to do, Jesse had let him do it for the restaurant, and his father or Amanda would surely sooner or later have a murder that had to be investigated, whether he liked it or not. Taking a deep breath and smelling the salted air he turned around to go into the house.
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AN: Thanks for reviewing my story. It's not my first story but the first with more than one chapter on ff.net, so there have been some problems with the first chapter, but they may now be solved. --Jess
Chapter 2
Desire can be anything but important. It can make you senseless for your surroundings and often forces you to make the wrong decision. Human beings desire sometimes without knowing why. They call it love.
Chocolate.
Where was his chocolate? He wanted it right now, at all costs. He, Jesse, had just finished his rounds at a more than agile 89-year-old lady who had had a fight with a car and ended with a broken arm in hospital, and now he ran through the corridors just to reach the vending machine for chocolate bars in time before his stomach, and more his heart, died of lack of satisfaction of his desire. Still trying to catch for breath he rummaged in the pockets of his white coat for some coins. He found one, put it into the slot and chose a chocolate bar. Amanda came around the corner and saw him tiptoeing in front of the clickering machine, he looked as if he would kick it in a second which would have happened if the wished result hadn't arisen. He grabbed the chocolate and uncovered it.
„My gosh, Jesse, why so nervous?" Amanda asked surprised.
A smile and a satisfied „Hmm" as a piece melted on his tongue and the sweet cream spread in his mouth was the sole answer she could get out of him for a moment. So Amanda just kept on talking. „And I thought only women get these attacks." She reaped a glance from Jesse and couldn't help but smile friendly.
Having finished his snack he replied, „You have to get over this prejudice, Amanda. You wear trousers and we eat chocolate. That role play doesn't work anymore. Well, almost. In some cases. You know what I mean?" And off he went, heading for the elevators, then after a few paces deciding to return to where Amanda was still standing. „You don't know where Mark is now, do you?" he asked with a frown.
„The last time I saw him was when he left the hospital. He's on his way home, I suppose. Why?"
„Cause." He was interrupted by his beeper which told him that there was an emergency in the ER, so he turned around. „It's nothing important. It can wait." With that he left.
Amanda shrugged. „Now it's time that I have a chocolate bar myself."
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The waves were rock'n-rolling up and down the sand where Steve Sloan was standing and waiting for his father to come. His head hurt. Still. Since his last accident two days ago, at least he had been only knocked down when the thief he had been after tried to flee but was stopped by six police cars waiting in front of the house. It was not that bad, but he had got the instruction from Chief Masters to stay at home this weekend. And here he was, standing with a headache on the beach under the more than warm sun and watching the glimmering and roaring water and feeling the wind like jeanies playing with his hair. He wouldn't die of boredom while he was at home, though. He had some paperwork to do, Jesse had let him do it for the restaurant, and his father or Amanda would surely sooner or later have a murder that had to be investigated, whether he liked it or not. Taking a deep breath and smelling the salted air he turned around to go into the house.
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AN: Thanks for reviewing my story. It's not my first story but the first with more than one chapter on ff.net, so there have been some problems with the first chapter, but they may now be solved. --Jess