"Excuse me, I have a flower arrangement for a Miss Jennifer Grissom." The
delivery man announced in the middle of a lecture.
"That is I." Jennifer announced as the guy came traipsing down the stairs.
"Please sign here." He held out a clip board and Jennifer signed her name. She took the beautiful rose arrangement and looked at them. Twenty-four roses. 'I'll look at these later'. She thought to herself.
The delivery man walked out of class as her students stared at her. "I think I may have a secret admirer. But, that will not interrupt this class. As, I was saying. Fingerprints are an asset when scaling a crime scene. Each of us here has a unique print. Take a look at your fingers. Take mine for instance. I have a scar on my left ring finger, from an accident when I was five. That makes my prints unique. Not one print is the same. Janice, your print is different from mine. I have the arch pattern on both my index fingers, and the whorl pattern on the rest of my fingers. That is what sets me apart from everyone. Now, not every finger has the same pattern. They change from finger to finger. Again, the uniqueness. On Thursday we'll get into how they are crucial to forensic science, the permanence of a pattern on your finger and how they can be used in identification. See you on Thursday." Jennifer smiled as her students rose and walked out of her classroom.
Jen turned around and sat down at her desk. She stared at the flowers once more. They were beautiful. She picked up the card that was sitting on the stick, opened it and read the message inside. 'I'll see you later on this evening. Meet me at the Bellagio, room 216. I promise you will love it. Dress for the occasion. Something really nice.'
'Who the hell could these be from?' Jennifer thought to herself. She couldn't have a stalker. Could she? She shrugged it off. Maybe it is a secret admirer. 'Someone on the faculty?' She thought to herself once more. She shrugged her shoulders once more, before picking up the flowers and her briefcase and prepared to head home.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." Jennifer said quietly to herself. She adjusted her black floor length gown before summing up the courage to knock on the door. "This dress did come in handy once more. Thanks Trish." She smiled. Trish, her best friend, did tell her that the bridesmaid gown would come in handy one day. Jen raised her clenched fist to the door, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
She looked at the ground when the door opened before her. "I'm glad you came." The familiar voice said. She raised her head slowly and looked at the man dressed in a tuxedo, who stood before her.
"You sent me the flowers?" She asked. He nodded his head. Jennifer stepped inside the room. The lights were dimmed, white candles lit the dimmed room. A table for two sat outside on the large balcony. It was romantic. And he did it for her.
"You look beautiful this evening Jennifer." He complimented as he looked at her body. Her dress hugged her curves in every right way. Damn, he was one lucky man, he thought. He had her all to himself this evening, and he was going to show her how much she meant to him. Anyway possible.
"That is I." Jennifer announced as the guy came traipsing down the stairs.
"Please sign here." He held out a clip board and Jennifer signed her name. She took the beautiful rose arrangement and looked at them. Twenty-four roses. 'I'll look at these later'. She thought to herself.
The delivery man walked out of class as her students stared at her. "I think I may have a secret admirer. But, that will not interrupt this class. As, I was saying. Fingerprints are an asset when scaling a crime scene. Each of us here has a unique print. Take a look at your fingers. Take mine for instance. I have a scar on my left ring finger, from an accident when I was five. That makes my prints unique. Not one print is the same. Janice, your print is different from mine. I have the arch pattern on both my index fingers, and the whorl pattern on the rest of my fingers. That is what sets me apart from everyone. Now, not every finger has the same pattern. They change from finger to finger. Again, the uniqueness. On Thursday we'll get into how they are crucial to forensic science, the permanence of a pattern on your finger and how they can be used in identification. See you on Thursday." Jennifer smiled as her students rose and walked out of her classroom.
Jen turned around and sat down at her desk. She stared at the flowers once more. They were beautiful. She picked up the card that was sitting on the stick, opened it and read the message inside. 'I'll see you later on this evening. Meet me at the Bellagio, room 216. I promise you will love it. Dress for the occasion. Something really nice.'
'Who the hell could these be from?' Jennifer thought to herself. She couldn't have a stalker. Could she? She shrugged it off. Maybe it is a secret admirer. 'Someone on the faculty?' She thought to herself once more. She shrugged her shoulders once more, before picking up the flowers and her briefcase and prepared to head home.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." Jennifer said quietly to herself. She adjusted her black floor length gown before summing up the courage to knock on the door. "This dress did come in handy once more. Thanks Trish." She smiled. Trish, her best friend, did tell her that the bridesmaid gown would come in handy one day. Jen raised her clenched fist to the door, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
She looked at the ground when the door opened before her. "I'm glad you came." The familiar voice said. She raised her head slowly and looked at the man dressed in a tuxedo, who stood before her.
"You sent me the flowers?" She asked. He nodded his head. Jennifer stepped inside the room. The lights were dimmed, white candles lit the dimmed room. A table for two sat outside on the large balcony. It was romantic. And he did it for her.
"You look beautiful this evening Jennifer." He complimented as he looked at her body. Her dress hugged her curves in every right way. Damn, he was one lucky man, he thought. He had her all to himself this evening, and he was going to show her how much she meant to him. Anyway possible.