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 Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 5:03 am
The day it happened, it was rainy. Was it coincidence that she came to the door when he was the only one home? Did he have any way to know who she was, why she had come? All he knew was that the rain poured down, the house was eerily empty, and then the doorbell rang. Who would be out in this torrential down pour? only one way to find out...
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:03 pm
Quigly answered the door to see the woman there, stepping back to let her come in. "Well...didn't expect to have any visitors today. Come on in before you get soaked and fall ill!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:06 pm
She was dressed in a long raincoat, open, over a nice white blouse and black slacks, all of it plastered to her from the rain, and more then a little see through. "Thank you," she said, hugging her arms a bit. "Do you have a phone I can use?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:57 pm
"Yeah sure," Quigly answered. "This way. Would you like a cup of coffee or cocoa to help you warm up," He asked as he led her to the kitchen.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 11:27 pm
She followed him. "Oh that would be delightful. You are certainly a very kind young man..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 11:29 pm
"Not really," Quigly muttered, "It's just what I'd want someone to do for me." He poured her a cup of coffee and sat it on the table, handing her the cordless phone next. "Milk and sugar for you coffee?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 11:35 pm
She ran a damp hand though his blond hair, her long nails running along his scalp. "I have a taste for... light and sweet," she said, with a small smile, then she put her hand in her pocket. "Where is the phone?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 11:36 pm
Quigly shook slightly, pushing the cordless toward her. "Here you go."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 11:39 pm
She took it and wandered into the other room with it, as she dialed. "Thanks,"
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 12:38 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 12:47 am
She paced around, talking softly on the phone. Sometimes i n Japanese, sometimes in some other language, very animated, constantly jogging the phone from hand to hand, shifting position, hands in pocket, out of pocket...fussing.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 12:52 am
He watched nervously, wondering just who he'd let into his house...
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 12:56 am
Finally she places the phone on the base and walks over to him. "Thanks, I owe you...." she whispered, breathily.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 1:07 am
"No problem...You want that cup of coffee now?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 1:12 am
"Sounds delish, but better make it to go kiddo, she told me how to fix the car."
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