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Rating: "M"

Chapter 3: The Surprising Visitor

Mort raced around the house trying to spiff up the old cottage as best he could. There was nothing he could really do about the spider webs at the very top of his vast cathedral ceiling, but the clothes that were spread out over the laundry room were thrown in to his new bedroom. With the money ha had made on the re-write of Secret Window, and the divorce, he was now able to add on to the house. Behind the stairs, next to the bathroom he added a new bedroom and in-room full bath along with a brand-new waterbed all of which was more suited to a bachelor's lifestyle. His old bedroom was transformed into a new study to house his desk, laptop, and the chair for his new pet to lounge upon while Mort worked.

Actually, Mort hadn't intended on getting a new pet. After what had happened to Chico and what went down with Shooter, he just kind of wanted to leave the past behind him. It seemed best, but when Terry and Kenny the life-partner neighbors of his, the only neighbors still talking to him, told him they were moving into a small apartment in New York City to live out their golden years they told him they were not going to be able to take their beloved Golden Retriever Captain Jack Anderson with them. They wanted to leave the friendly animal with someone who would forever love and take care of it. So Mort couldn't turn down the opportunity for a companion to talk to since the only people in fifty miles willing to talk to him were now leaving him.

Looking at the clock it was almost 7:10, where the hell was Leslie. He couldn't have possibly gotten lost. "He's old, but not senile," Mort smiled as he spoke the comment out loud. That's when he heard the soft knock at the door.

"Finally you'r--" Mort had started to say something, but he had completely lost all brain function because there at his door was not Leslie, but the most beautiful creatures ever to walk the planet. She looked at him through eyes of a most unique sky blue. Her lips were slightly parted and were painted a deep crimson that matched the blouse she wore beneath her form fitting, black leather jacket.

"Hi," she started. "I'm Leslie Schroer Jr. Helen told me that you forgot to specify whether you wanted my father or me. She took a guess. I hope she was right?" Leslie lied through her teeth. She knew her dad had told her to go no matter if the problem had been fixed. However, she was glad it was her that was here right now. The man before her was so beautiful. He made a heat flow through her that she felt all the way to her toes. She hadn't felt this way about a man since Alex Corser three years prior to this moment.

"Hi," he finally said. A lilt lying in his voice. "Uh… Come on in. I hope lasagna is all right?"

"Perfect." He was so perfect handsome facial features, a great form, and an adorable way about him. It made her nervous with excitement.

"So Mr. Rainey, what is that you wanted to discuss with a member of the farm?" she asked after finally getting herself to calm down during the abnormally quiet dinner.

"Well' it's that ---" he was cut off by a clawing at the door upstairs.

"What's that?"

"My dog, Captain Jack."

"You have a dog? What breed?"

"A Golden Retriever."

"Oh my God. That is my favorite type of dog," she squealed letting her girlish love for dogs take over her voice and made her forget to use her proper English. "I absolutely love any type of dogs though."

"Really? Would you like to go meet him?"

"Seriously, you'll let me?"

"What kind of question is that Why wouldn't I let you see my dog?" he queried an expression of surprise sat on his face.

"Most of my clients would have thrown me out of their homes just for asking. They aren't keen on having their lawyer be so rude as to ask to see their family pet."

"Well, you won't find that here. Come on," he said stretching out his arm so as to offer her his hand to guide her up the stairs.

Opening the door to his new office/study they found Captain Jack sitting perfectly straight atop his chair waiting for someone to come over and scratch his ears.

"Oh, aren't you handsome," announced Leslie as she went to go pet the dog. As she walked, Mort caught himself staring at her butt as she walked. God man, stop it. She's your lawyer.

"Who the hell was that?" yelled Mort startling the two bonding companions in his chair. Apparently Captain Jack had done the gentlemanly thing and gave his seat to Leslie. She was so beautiful. The cut of her blouse let him see a small amount of her cleavage. She had to at least be a "c" cup. He felt a tightening of his whole body at just the thought of Leslie in his arms. Letting him kiss her cleavage until they were both too drunk with ecstasy that they couldn't even stand.

You'd better stop them there thoughts r. Rainey. Or everything that has been going so well is all going to dive bomb like a kamikaze during W-W-2. Understand?

Then it clicked. He knew where that Southern drawl was emanating from. Shooter was back. He was somewhere close. Mort could feel him, taste the Paul Maul smoke in his mouth, smell it even.

"Mr. Rainey?" Leslie had walked up to him and he had been so lost in thought that he hadn't even noticed. He saw something in her eyes that he recognized though. She was having the same thoughts that he had been having until Shooter had started to talk again. However, he wasn't going to let Shooter take over again. If something might be able to be created between him and Leslie he was going to let it. No matter the cost. Shooter wasn't going to win this time. He then tilted his head a little so he was staring directly at Leslie's eyes. He had to think first though.

However, before his mind had time to think, his body made the decision for him. He pressed his lips lightly on Leslie's just to see what she would do. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around his neck and let his tongue enter her mouth a reap its reward.

As the two stood in the middle of the small, practically empty room kissing with every inch of their souls, a shadow standing in the unlit corner of the room shaking his head and sighing and saying, "bad decision Mr. Rainey."