TouchStone for giving (The Story of Us Trilogy) by Jamesson Sydney

Author:Jamesson, Sydney [Jamesson, Sydney]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: S. J. Publishing
Published: 2014-01-03T23:00:00+00:00

Out of the darkness two silhouettes appear, one almost obscured by the other. The sign by the door

reads Stone Heath.

Elise pauses. “Make sure you’re quiet. The chauffeur and his daughter live next door.”

Dan nods, says nothing.

With the turn of a key, the front door opens and there is a high pitched hum of a tripped alarm. In a

single, well-rehearsed stroke, Elise scuttles off over to the box and deactivates it while Dan remains

poised several feet away in the shadows by the door physically readying himself for a swift get away.

“Well done. You were right,” Dan announces, slipping on a pair of latex gloves. “These are for

you.”

“No thanks. I’ve brought my own. Besides, my fingerprints are all over this place.” Leaving him

behind, she leads the way. Along the hallway there are single white lights built into the tiled floor,

making it stretch out before them like a runway, pointing them in the right direction. “We’ll take the

stairs, I don’t know if the lift’s working. Be quiet.” A heavy fire door creaks as she opens it onto a set

of stairs. “This way.”

The upper door opens out into the lounge area and, for some reason, they both pause half expecting

the resident to greet them, but that’s unlikely. Elise had already checked: “Ayden Stone is overseas.”

That’s what his secretary said.

“I’ll take a look around.” Dan pushes past her, his brain firing on all cylinders; he has his own

agenda and he’s not about to share it with his co-conspirator. Even though it’s unfamiliar territory,

past experience tells him to keep moving, it’s the boxer’s way: never stay in one spot for too long or

you’ll end up getting caught. He has no intentions of letting that happen. He by-passes the kitchen and

takes off into the bedroom at the far right hand side. Something tells him he’ll find what he’s looking

for in there.

The curtains are drawn and there’s a familiar fragrance that triggers a response. “Frances,” he

whispers. On the bed there’s a discarded piece of ivory coloured clothing and a towel. Spontaneously

he reaches for the satin night gown and crushes it in his right hand. It finds its way to his nose and he

closes his eyes and breathes her in. Hearing Elise’s footsteps he quickly opens his rucksack and stuffs

it inside. He has his scented souvenir, one to give him hours of enjoyment The accustomed tingling

sensation tickles his groin but, hearing Elise approaching, he shelves it for later.

“Make sure you don’t take anything or she might notice it’s missing,” she instructs.

He nods and tucks his rucksack under his arm, out of sight.

“What is it we’re looking for?”

“Nothing. We’re dropping off not picking up.” With long, assertive strides she exits the bedroom,

expecting him to follow. “This is only the guest bedroom we don’t need to be in here.”

“We don’t?”

“No. His bedroom’s downstairs. That’s where he’ll be fucking her on a daily basis now.”

“Right.” He accepts her explanation and follows at a reasonable distance, not wanting to look too

much like an obedient dog but enjoying the fact she’s not on her best behaviour.

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