Year 1904 – 3 – a long night for one man
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"Help me up!" Yelled Ms. Go, a tall pretty woman with midnight black hair and moonlight pale skin, as she held on for dear life to a rope which was connected to a very large hot air balloon which her boss, Bartholomew Lipsky was controlling.
Leaning over the side, where she hung, he reached out his hand and she took it as he dragged her back into the little base.
"Well," Bart started looking out into the stars,
"You tried."
"Yes," Ms. Go hissed fixing her black hair.
"I did try, and Mim Possible gawd I hate her!" Ms. Go screamed stomping her foot on the bottom of the base and it shook slightly.
"Don't stomp your feet on this thing, if you stomped hard enough you could brake the wood." Bartholomew scolded as she rolled her eyes and turned around.
"Just take me home please." Ms. Go whispered as she looked up at the large moon, which shone brightly that night.
"Will do." Bart said as he steered it in her direction of her home.
A half hour later, Bart and Ms. Go climbed out of the air balloon and landed on soft green grass in a large field not to far from the carnival.
"Have a nice night!" He called after her as she stormed through the park and walked across the street to a large brick home.
Bart just sighed and kept his head down, he was tired and had a long day and wanted to go home, so he did. Walking along the pavement streets of Middleton, he walked into town and stumbled into a large noisy and dusty pub.
"Hey Bart!" One girl with a bunch of drinks said as she passed him fluttering her eyes at him as he smiled and waved.
"BART LIPSKY GET YOUR ASS OVER HER NOW!" Then called a mans voice witch was deep.
He then turned around and laughed to see his good friend Richard McQueen, who also was in crime, but was let out of jail with no charges.
"Hey Rich, how you doing buddy?" Bartholomew said as he came over and shook his friends hand and sat next to him while ordering a beer.
"Steal anything new lately?" Richard said winking at Bart who burped and laughed.
"Tried to earlier, but that Miriam Possible stole it from Ms. Go and I."
"How is that tramp doing anyway?" Richard said.
"Samantha Go is not a Tramp Rich, you should know better then to talk bad about her!" Bartholomew said getting a little annoyed.
"What ever." The man burped as he took another large swig of his beer and gulped it down.
"Yah know who is playing tonight, don't yah?" Rich asked him as Bart just shook his head.
"Isabelle of course! She says she misses you, coming in her dressing room, sneaking up behind her and growling in her ear."
"Shut up." Bart laughed as Richard did to.
"When have you been talking to my girl?" He asked.
"I bumped into her on one of the ally ways a couple of days ago.
"Ah, so yah I have to ask you," Bart said but he was cut off as a loud group of men started whistling and pounding their fists on the wooden tables as the lights dimmed down and the red curtain on stage opened as a beautiful woman with curly red and brown hair stood on stage with a large ruby red feather covering her body. Her eyes were hazel and she winked at Bart who melted in his seat. Slowly she pulled the feather away and all the guys in the bar whistled and howled. She wore long patched black stockings that stopped on her upper thighs and a very short shirt and an old fashion silvery red tub top that stooped right where her lungs began. Opening her mouth she started to sign as 2 other girls came out and joined her and they started to dance, and the whole time she kept her eyes on her lover, Bart, who kept his eyes witch her big and he was drooling all over her moving body.
After the show was done, Bart had 4 large beers and was very drunk. Quickly walking off stage Isabelle ran to her dressing room and refreshed her make up and put on some perfume. Looking down at her things someone then touched her shoulder and she slightly screamed as she turned around in a panic.
Holding out his arms, it was Bart smiling at her the way men do when they are in love.
"You were wonderful tonight Isabelle."
"Oh Bart." She said walking over and jumping into his arms as she kissed him romantically and wrapped her legs around his waste and he smiled became he loved when she did that. Kissing her more and more, they started to kiss uncontrollable and their lips slide as he started to kiss her warm neck and gently held her against the wall.
"Oh god." Isabelle whispered as he kissed her farther down and down towards her breast and the kissed her lips again.
"I have missed you so much my darling." He said pressing his lower body into hers as she ran her hands up his chest.
"You haven't come to any of my shows in a while." She then said pushing him back a bit and jumping down and walking past him.
"I know, I'm so sorry! Are you mad at me?" He said as she fixed her make up and through it into a little black bag.
"No." She sighed as Bart burped and stumbled over to a old and dusty leather red chair in the dark corner and some of her cloths were there but she didn't care if he sat on them.
"Come here." He said as she gave him that look and she spread her legs and sat on his waste as he relaxed his body some.
"How is Sam?" She asked as Bart closed his eyes and leaned his head back and she started to unbutton his shirt.
"Good, has an attitude, but good."
"She likes you, I can't tell by the way she likes you." She growled as she then started to lick and kiss his neck turning him on.
"You say that about every girl we know, and you know you are the only woman in the world for me." He said as she then ripped off his whole shirt and kissed his whole chest and licking sensitive spots.
"Some one wants me tonight." He laughed as he pulled his head back up and pulled her towards him as her head rested on his open chest and she looked deep into his eyes.
"Take me Bart... make love to me..." She whispered as she ran her hands down his chest and then started to unbuckle his belt and he pulled her head fiercely to his and they kissed passionately as their night began
The next morning, Bart opened his eyes to find himself lying in bed in her back bed room naked and the covers flowing over his lower waste and Isabelle having her head resting peacefully on his chest.
Closing his eyes and leaning his head back, he remembered last night.
'She was wonderful.' Bart thought to himself as he then opened his eyes and looked down at his girl who was now starting to wake up.
"Morning sweetheart." He said as she leaned up and kissed him and sat up and smiled kissing his lips.
"Have fun last night?" She asked and he smiled and nodded his head.
"Good," She said crawling up and kissing him again and jumping out of bed, and threw him his brown pants.
"I am getting a shower, I will be out in a few." She said jumping the shower and pulling the curtain closed as Bart got himself dressed and brushed his spider like hair. Yawning and stretching he wondered what Ms. Go was up to right about now.
"What's on your mind?" Isabelle asked as she then hopped out and wrapped a towel around her pale very slim body.
"Nothing." He lied as he made her bed for her.
"I want to see you again tonight... please." She said coming over and batting her eyes at him as he smiled.
"Well see." Bart said as he threw on his coat, kissed her once more and left.
"He's going to marry me someday." Isabelle said as watched him walk about and wanted to faint as she turned around, let out a little high pitch squeal and flew onto the bed and laughed.
Walking down the paved streets ever so quickly he bumped people in his way with his head down.
'Get a hold of your self Bart.' He thought as he felt his palm's getting sweaty as he saw Isabelle's face in his mind.
'You have had sex with her before... no wait... that was Connie, Anne and Eliza.' He thought as he felt like he was deeply in love with Isabelle and he promised himself he would never fall to deeply in love. But Isabelle was just so special to him.
Finally turning down a long dark alleyway he fiercely pulled open a steel door and stepped inside.
"Ms. Go? You hear?" Bartholomew asked as then he saw a little flame in the distance like the tip of a burning cigarette.
"Yes... I am, and you are sooo busted." She growled as she came out of the darkness with her eyes of fury.
