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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Part 33 -Meanwhile in Paris Part 4

David , Boris and Missy were in Paris by later that night thanks to Mr Jenning’s Lear Jet that had been given to the band for personal use. David was sans robes but wore sunglasses and a scarf just in case.When they arrived at the Train station David asked Missy to show him where she found the key.Missy by this stage was confident she was in no danger and was on some sort of crazy treasure hunt with the Monk and his bodyguard. She took them to the change rooms where she found it.Nothing stirred in David’s memory as a matter of fact he couldn’t recall being at this train station before.“Let’s check out the locker” David suggested.When the found the locker David inserted the key opened it and discovered it was empty.“Damn” thought David another dead end.Meanwhile behind David Boris’ phone rang. It was Mr Blanc.“Where the hell are you and do you have client number two?” Mr Blanc screamed down the phone.“It’s fine Boss, where in Paris but will be back in a couple of hours, I’ll send a photo as proof. Excuse me sir” Boris said and as David turned Boris took a photo on his mobile.“Sending proof now sir” said Boris.“Good get back here pronto before all hell breaks loose” replied Mr Blanc.David went to protest at the photo but then decided who would know?“Let’s go back Boris, come on Miss” David said to Missy handing back the necklace.Boris looked around and thought:“This looks like the Station I picked up my Ma” then looking at Missy thought: “She’s not a bad looker that one”Missy noticed Boris looking at her and thought of other things, another plan to get closer into the Monk’s circle.Mr Blanc opened the attachment on his phone and viewed the picture of the client.Though he was in dark glasses and he wore a thick scarf there was something horribly familiar about that man.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Part 32 -Missy's Misadventure

Missy Pheelyne had made it back stage; these security guys were amateurs when it came to a true professional who’d weaselled her way back into concert dressing rooms for more than half her life.
Missy was pretending to be a technician with the stage lighting crew , She slipped into the performers lounge ignoring the large “Off Limits” sign stuck to the door. The room was abandoned except for David, still in robes watching the football on a huge flat screen television.
“Hello” she purred.
“Hello” David said looking around registering Missy’s presence then returning to the screen.
“No I meant Hello” Missy cried and ripped open her shirt exposing her breast.
David turned and gasped then his eyes focused on something that made his heart jump, then yelled at the top of his voice.
“Boris, get in here immediately”
Boris burst through a side door saw Missy and grabbed her arms roughly, Missy yelled in pain.
David walked over to the girl reached out and pulled the key off the chain that hung from her neck.
The one revealed when she exposed her breasts.
“Where did you get this?” David asked
“In Paris at the train station” Missy whimpered
“Boris, we’re off to France, now. And miss you’re coming with us”

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Part 31 -James continuing dreams

James dreams was still being effected by the weird dreams, lately they had changed.
The numbers were being transformed into huge crowds.
The crowds would then all face him and look upon him in wonder.
Sometimes Marcel would sit beside him – but never David.
This – strangely – made him feel at ease.


Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Part 30 - Missy sets her new challenge Miss Pheelyne Supergroupie, it was no idle gossip she kept the net worth of all the stars she’d slept with

Miss Pheelyne Supergroupie, it was no idle gossip she kept the net worth of all the stars she’d slept with on the side of her bed.
A more modern version of “notches on a gun”
Missy found herself in London once again, good old London Town.
The summer was here and the tour circuit was in full swing.
Missy had set herself a new challenge, it had become almost an obsession.
to do the unthinkable.
Bed one of the anonymous monks from I.Q=∞