A figure in black slips through an air vent,she has been in it for a
couple of hours,just long enough for the museam to close. Air vents were
not that bad,you were kept cool that was for sure,with a grin on her lips
she connects a strong rope to her feet,and tugs on it making sure it was
secure. Yep it was secure,with a deep breath she lowers herself
down,hanging upside down,knowing she had only a few minutes to open the
jewl case before she got a bad headache. She concentrates,her cobalt blue
eyes staring ahead,with a quick flick of her hand she brings out a can of
gas,just enough in it so she can move pass the red lights that would surely
set off the alarm if she touched them. Spraying the can,she pauses just
long enough for the gas to take effect,feeling secure enough she lowers
herself past the red light,and toward her jewl.
"Yes,you will be mine. You are so beautiful",she says in a soft whisper as she carefully attaches a metal cutter to the glass,where her jewl was. Slowly cutting the glass,it seems to take forever as her breathing deepens,she knows she must get this done. She couldnt mess up. Finally she finishes,then places the cut glass and super glues it to the wall. Turning back to her jewl she lifts her hand,carefully moving inside the case. Touching the neckless with her fingers,feeling the gold against her fingers she sighs contently,knowing this was the real thing. Grabbing the neckless she attaches it to her neck quickly,she had better get out of here before security comes. Her hands reach toward the rope as she pulls herself up,using her arm and stomach strength she pulls herself toward the air vent,and inside of it. Smiling she crawls through the air vent,and outside toward victory. Her first real break in,and she made it,not even a scrape. Walking toward the edge of the building she climbs down a rope,and onto a Harley Davidson. She starts it up and takes off,only the dust from the cycle remains.
A day later......
A news reporter is in front of "The Museam of fine and rare arts". She stands waiting for the camera to roll,giving her best smile she starts talking.
"Hello,Reporter Lindsy speaking. I am here today at The museam of fine and rare arts. A break in was made last night,some time after 9 pm,when the museam closed. A rare neckless was stolen,its believed to be worn by a Queen of Egypt,its value is at 60'000. No one knows who did it,the only evidence remaining is a piece of glass,and super glue",Reporter Lindsy blinks for a minute before saying anything else. "As I move closer,we will try and speak to the owner of this Museam. Dr Johnson,may I have a word with you?",she says putting the microphone in front of an older man,with hardly any hair. He looks tired and tries getting away from her.
"Miss?"
"Miss Lindsy sir,may I speak to you about the break in?. How are your feelings toward it?",she says giving her best smile.
Dr Johnson looks down at the ground,then back up at the camera. "Just this one thing,whoever stole my neckless is going to pay! I will get the theif!",he says staring into the camera with a serious expression on his face,he then starts to walk off. Lindsy runs after him. "Do you have a suspect...sir!?".
A woman in a black satin nightgown watches the news report,the room is dark except the television screen. She smiles,a seductive smile. Her cobalt blue eyes seem to glow for a minute as she sits up,a black cat lies on her stomach,purring contently.
"Yes purr all you want Amal. I have brought home a treat,a rare neckless it is. Valued at 50'000 dollars. Not much,but it is a start. Worn by an Egyptian Queen huh?",she says in a deep voice as she places the neckless around her neck,her soft fingers touch it,almost caress it.
"Now you are worn by Savita,the thief!"
Her words are with victory as she grins,the neckless sparkles across her pale creamy complexion that seems made for this neckless. Standing up,but placing her cat Amal on the bed before she moves,she walks toward the kitchen feeling a bit hungry. Perhaps she should fix her and Amal some lunch.
"ring...ring... ..ring..."
"What the?",she says looking toward the door to her home,someone was ringing her door bell,but who?. She quickly puts the neckless away,throwing on a robe she walks toward the door,opening it. Taking a deep breath she looks outside,finding none other then Patrick Wilson,a next door neighbor who was in love with her,but a bit to odd for her. He smiles at her,holding up flowers.
"To my beautiful neighbor",he says flashing his best smile,she had to admit he had guts.
Taking the flowers in her hand,she walks toward a flower vase and places them in it.Then turning back to him she gives him a light smile. "Pat,nice to see you..again. How have you been since,ummm well yesterday afternoon",she says smiling as she places her finger against her chin. Patrick starts to giggle a little,he always did when she gave him the time of day,which was always. She kindof liked the poor boy,but she didnt want him as her man.
"I have been great,thinking of the perfect flowers to get you. I must have gotten them right,because you like them,dont you?",Patrick says walking up to her,becoming a bit more daring then before,he smiles as he gazes into her face,he had to admit she was beautiful,and damned sexy. He wanted her,but did she want him?. He always wondered that everytime he came to her place. He keeps staring,not saying anything else but staring. Savita sighs,almost rolling her eyes as Patrick stares at her.
"Thank you Patrick for the flowers,but I have important things to do. Perhaps tommorrow afternoon again?",she says raising her eyebrow as she leans against her couch. Patrick nods grinning. "Right,tommorrow afternoon! I will bring you back something great!",he says walking out. Savita shuts the door behind her,she hated being mean to the poor boy,but she had no interest in him. Actually she had no interest in men period,its not that she didnt like them,she just hasnt found the right one. Returning back to the kitchen,and replacing the neckless once again around her neck. She had better hide this beauty somewhere safe,where no one could find it,except her of course. She starts fixing up a delicious fish dinner,flounder. Her Amal enjoyed the taste,and so did she.
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Inside a mansion deep breathing is heard,a television set is on to the news report about the robbery at "The Museam of fine and rare arts". A man is watching it as he lifts weights,he stops and stands up,a very tall man,muscular. He looked almost like the smitten image of Arnold Schwarzenegger,except younger,and his accent wasnt Austria,it was French. He wipes the sweat from his face as he continues watching the news report. "It seems we have a thief in town,lets just hope he or she does not break into my home. Or there will be trouble",he says walking toward the shower,taking off his clothes he steps inside the shower,turning it on. Warm water runs down his perfect body,his chest is muscular and looks like it could handle a car running into it. His nipples stand on end as the water hits them,he leans back exposing himself as he washes off.
"Yes,you will be mine. You are so beautiful",she says in a soft whisper as she carefully attaches a metal cutter to the glass,where her jewl was. Slowly cutting the glass,it seems to take forever as her breathing deepens,she knows she must get this done. She couldnt mess up. Finally she finishes,then places the cut glass and super glues it to the wall. Turning back to her jewl she lifts her hand,carefully moving inside the case. Touching the neckless with her fingers,feeling the gold against her fingers she sighs contently,knowing this was the real thing. Grabbing the neckless she attaches it to her neck quickly,she had better get out of here before security comes. Her hands reach toward the rope as she pulls herself up,using her arm and stomach strength she pulls herself toward the air vent,and inside of it. Smiling she crawls through the air vent,and outside toward victory. Her first real break in,and she made it,not even a scrape. Walking toward the edge of the building she climbs down a rope,and onto a Harley Davidson. She starts it up and takes off,only the dust from the cycle remains.
A day later......
A news reporter is in front of "The Museam of fine and rare arts". She stands waiting for the camera to roll,giving her best smile she starts talking.
"Hello,Reporter Lindsy speaking. I am here today at The museam of fine and rare arts. A break in was made last night,some time after 9 pm,when the museam closed. A rare neckless was stolen,its believed to be worn by a Queen of Egypt,its value is at 60'000. No one knows who did it,the only evidence remaining is a piece of glass,and super glue",Reporter Lindsy blinks for a minute before saying anything else. "As I move closer,we will try and speak to the owner of this Museam. Dr Johnson,may I have a word with you?",she says putting the microphone in front of an older man,with hardly any hair. He looks tired and tries getting away from her.
"Miss?"
"Miss Lindsy sir,may I speak to you about the break in?. How are your feelings toward it?",she says giving her best smile.
Dr Johnson looks down at the ground,then back up at the camera. "Just this one thing,whoever stole my neckless is going to pay! I will get the theif!",he says staring into the camera with a serious expression on his face,he then starts to walk off. Lindsy runs after him. "Do you have a suspect...sir!?".
A woman in a black satin nightgown watches the news report,the room is dark except the television screen. She smiles,a seductive smile. Her cobalt blue eyes seem to glow for a minute as she sits up,a black cat lies on her stomach,purring contently.
"Yes purr all you want Amal. I have brought home a treat,a rare neckless it is. Valued at 50'000 dollars. Not much,but it is a start. Worn by an Egyptian Queen huh?",she says in a deep voice as she places the neckless around her neck,her soft fingers touch it,almost caress it.
"Now you are worn by Savita,the thief!"
Her words are with victory as she grins,the neckless sparkles across her pale creamy complexion that seems made for this neckless. Standing up,but placing her cat Amal on the bed before she moves,she walks toward the kitchen feeling a bit hungry. Perhaps she should fix her and Amal some lunch.
"ring...ring... ..ring..."
"What the?",she says looking toward the door to her home,someone was ringing her door bell,but who?. She quickly puts the neckless away,throwing on a robe she walks toward the door,opening it. Taking a deep breath she looks outside,finding none other then Patrick Wilson,a next door neighbor who was in love with her,but a bit to odd for her. He smiles at her,holding up flowers.
"To my beautiful neighbor",he says flashing his best smile,she had to admit he had guts.
Taking the flowers in her hand,she walks toward a flower vase and places them in it.Then turning back to him she gives him a light smile. "Pat,nice to see you..again. How have you been since,ummm well yesterday afternoon",she says smiling as she places her finger against her chin. Patrick starts to giggle a little,he always did when she gave him the time of day,which was always. She kindof liked the poor boy,but she didnt want him as her man.
"I have been great,thinking of the perfect flowers to get you. I must have gotten them right,because you like them,dont you?",Patrick says walking up to her,becoming a bit more daring then before,he smiles as he gazes into her face,he had to admit she was beautiful,and damned sexy. He wanted her,but did she want him?. He always wondered that everytime he came to her place. He keeps staring,not saying anything else but staring. Savita sighs,almost rolling her eyes as Patrick stares at her.
"Thank you Patrick for the flowers,but I have important things to do. Perhaps tommorrow afternoon again?",she says raising her eyebrow as she leans against her couch. Patrick nods grinning. "Right,tommorrow afternoon! I will bring you back something great!",he says walking out. Savita shuts the door behind her,she hated being mean to the poor boy,but she had no interest in him. Actually she had no interest in men period,its not that she didnt like them,she just hasnt found the right one. Returning back to the kitchen,and replacing the neckless once again around her neck. She had better hide this beauty somewhere safe,where no one could find it,except her of course. She starts fixing up a delicious fish dinner,flounder. Her Amal enjoyed the taste,and so did she.
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Inside a mansion deep breathing is heard,a television set is on to the news report about the robbery at "The Museam of fine and rare arts". A man is watching it as he lifts weights,he stops and stands up,a very tall man,muscular. He looked almost like the smitten image of Arnold Schwarzenegger,except younger,and his accent wasnt Austria,it was French. He wipes the sweat from his face as he continues watching the news report. "It seems we have a thief in town,lets just hope he or she does not break into my home. Or there will be trouble",he says walking toward the shower,taking off his clothes he steps inside the shower,turning it on. Warm water runs down his perfect body,his chest is muscular and looks like it could handle a car running into it. His nipples stand on end as the water hits them,he leans back exposing himself as he washes off.