{B.I.R. Conterie} Do you bleed pt3

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It’s funny how no one ever thought on how the dead awakens. It never crossed my mind until I was one. It was like emerging from a pool of darkness. What drives you to awaken is the desire to feed.

We all awaken to eat but the hunger is ten fold. It sends a sharp signal to awaken to our brain, like shock therapy. I rose with a desire. Not only hunger. Because it would be a lie if I said I was not famished. I had a deal to keep and a body to recover.

I went into my speed shower stall and cleansed myself thoroughly. I manage to do every thing in record time. It was even impressive for an undead.

I got into my car and programmed it to get me back to Angelica’s. The sun was still up and I was not at my full copacity. So to save energy I will let modern day technology get me there.

The drive was not as fast as I would like. I had to keep to the speed limit since the living was all walking about. I felt every second go by as the sun sets.

Once the car stopped. I exited as quickly as I could. As I hoped every one was still in their death sleep. I went to the body. He was still sleeping and by the amount I let her take it will take him another day or to to recover his strength. I did not waste any time. I wraped him in a thin sheet and threw him over my shoulder.

I quickly left his room and managed to make it to the front of the building when I heard Angelica stirring. I made it out to my car and drove off. The sun was completly set and my cell phone rang nonstop.

“Hello.”

“Why did you take him?”

“I have to deliver him to my buyer. You told me what i needed to know and so I took him.”

“That is not how we work. You gave me a body to drain. You do not take it back.”

I felt the anger through the air wave.

“I gave you a taste as promised and now I must deliver him.”

“Who is the buyer?”

I could not tell her that there was no buyer but a deal that was struck.

“Sir Dumont.”

She was quiet for a while. A little to long.

“Did you fall into to death again Angelica?”

“Becareful. You do not know what you have done by just calling out that name. Do me a favor, never return.”

“Oh don’t act like that. I will bring you a body to drain within the week.”

“That one is speacial.”

“How?”

“Taste the blood. You will see. He must not be given to that butcher. He will taint the body.”

“What did she taste?

“I will see you with in the week.”

The phone went silent. She hung up and left me to my thoughts. I knew who and what he was. I just did not care. I wanted the jewel.

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I had been living at the mansion for three years and I had grown into a woman that all the men seem to desire. I did not desire anyone except Francois.

He was the perfect gentleman with me. I have heard of his escapades with the staff and I have heard of his appetite did not lean one way or the other.

It did not matter to me. I decided I was going to be his forever. On my twentieth or twenty-first birthday, I had decided I would wear a dress I had created just for him. I had seen it on a countess and I decided that was the dress that I would entice him to take me as his own.

That night the moon was full and Francois had held a celebration. I was not invited since I was the help but I made my way to his chambers and waited. It felt like an eternity. The noise died down and I heard when he entered his room.

“Why are you her?”

I mustered up my courage and told him.

“Francois I have decided that tonight on my birthday that I will give my self over to you completely.”

He walked passed me and looked out the window at the moon.

“You do not know what you are saying. You are too young and I am too old. I want you to leave in the morning and find your way else where. You have lived under my care for too long and I can not hold on too much longer.”

The tears fell. Only a young inexperience female would cry and that I was.

“I do not want to leave. Is there something wrong?”

He turned to me with eyes of blood red and glisening teeth that would peirce your soul.

“What are you?”

“You know what I am. Do you still want to give your self to me? You will never be as you are now. You will feel you heart beat no more to be by my side. You must choose. Tonight is the last night you will have this choice.”

I did not know what precisely made me choose him. Was it love or lust. Was it security? I can not remember but I chose him and I chose death.

As he took me in ways that I never ever felt before I seen a vision of a jewel. It was deep purple with blue. After that I could not remember the rest of my death. I was told I was out of my mind for twenty days and within that time I killed the staff and most of the animals.

Once I emerged from the haze Francois informed me of what I had done and I mourned their deaths incessantly. But the hunger came over me and I needed to feed. The mourn was short lived.

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“Mmmm.”

“Are you waking? Good I have to deliver you at least concious.”

“Where am I?”

“Your in my car and I am taking you to the mark.”

“The mark?”

“Someone wanted you back so badly that they would bargin anything to get you.”

“Louisa.” He said as he passed out into oblivian.

“He was correct. Louisa wanted him and I want the jewel. We all want something. Don’t we.

Hello firefly’s how are the flames going. Here is another part the vampire story. Please let me know how you are liking it. Give it a star and comment. Would love to chat. Until next we burn.

{B.I R. Coterie} Do you bleed pt 2

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Leaving that closed in space of Angelica place, was something to be grateful for. Except if I wasn’t so picky I would have bed down inside for the day. My arms feel exactly what they are. Appendages on a walking corpse.

As the sun climbs higher I feel the weight of my bones. The fabric irritates my thin skin and the once an hour thump from my shriveled heart is like a base drum that was crashed into.

I hear the start of people waking and doing a number of things to their bodies. I hear three children crying for their mothers nip. I hear a whispered call to a hidden lover as the present lover is ablivious to it.

One thing about death, it has perks. I finally made it to my dark beauty. My Lamborghinis. She drives as if she had no engine. Quiet and quick. I sat inside and sped off down the roads before I stupidly damage my self with the sun.

“Why did I say I keep him alive?” I said to myself. I knew why because Gage asked me. the only living soul who has a trace of my blood flowing through him. To bad my line may end with him and his lover that lays in Angelica’s room.

Three generation’s ago, before I was given this new life. I had a half sister and brother. Marcellus and Calais were twins. Calais was married off to the high official at the time and Marcellus joined a revolution. What ever the revolution that was happening he joined. I believed it was due to my father, Marcellus Duponet. He was a ruthless bastard and I was so happy to rip his heart out.

That was a kill that had to have happened, but it was a mistake in letting Calais witness it. After that I was chased away, with the threat if I ever returned I will be burned.

I was not yet reborn. I killed him because I could not stand the screams I heard from my mother at he took his pleasure with her tears. I ran for hours and collapsed near a tree. I was so exhausted that I did not realize where I had run too. I just slept.

I woke in pitch darkness, yet I feared nothing. I guess that is what happens when you take a life. It is like you are removing yours. I looked around and I was still sitting on soil but not in the woods and not leaning against a tree. It was a wooden wall.

“Ahh you have awaken and at the perfect time, dusk.”

That was the beginning of the end of Martine Dupont, the girl who loved her mother so much, she killed for her.

Mmmm, Fire and intrigue is building. This is just a taste of Jacqueline past. It does get juicy. Let me know if your curiosity is peeked.

{B.I.R. Coterie} Do you Bleed?

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Everyone’s story always beings either in the morning or at night. Mine began when the sun colored the sky blood red orange. An occurrence that happens every hundred and twelve years.

I was inducted into the coterie at age twenty, or was it twenty one? I really do not recall. At this moment the point is mute. What is really important is the here and now and watching the flow of this precious red fluid drop onto the cold tiled floor.

I would not care if all the blood flowed out of this idiot but I made an ill fated promise to keep this particular idiot alive until dawn and I keep my word.

” Jacqueline the sun is rising, why don’t we keep him hidden until later?”

She was in a serious blood hypnotic state, that new turns could not normally break. Angelica was no new comer and she is the best to drain a body dry.

“That sounds like a good idea. Let us put him in room 212. No one goes down there. They think it is haunted by all the people I killed over the millennia.” She smiled showing a bit too much fang.

Did that bit of information run a chill down my spine? Yes. But will she ever know that? No. She would from time to time say things to get a rise out of me and only once did that work. That was one of the worst day’s of my born again life. That I have ever experience. You may have noticed I said born again, as if I was chirstian. On the contrary there is not one religious bone in this body.

I just like telling the truth and the truth is if you come back for the dead you are born again, right?

Angelica and I managed to move the blood bag down the hall to room 212. listen to his breathing which was shallow and the pulse was faint. He would be good in a couple of hours. I began to formulate a plan on how to get him out.

” Put him on this bed over here.” She said as walked towards it.

“How many more of these do we need? I’m getting tired of curbing my appetite.”

We dropped him on the bed and she turned towards me with her red lips and descended fangs showing that she was willing to give me what I would need. Little did she know, what I need is waiting for this piece of shit, before he would give himself completely up.

Angelica’s pheromones were irritating my senses. She gives off a strong aromatic scent of ammonia and that is not sexy at all. Her age of 118 was not a turn off since before I was reborn I was attracted to older sexes. There are certain qualities that I do not like, even if I did choose her. She possess one of those qualities ei: women should not smell like ammonia.

Women should have some iota of how to entice and not just give it up. Finally a woman a real woman would realize that being a predator, we love the chase. Easy is not pleasing.

It seems she never learned that in her second life.

“What? I don’t do it for you? I will eventually I always get what I want.”

“Is that a threat?” I asked calmly but my eyes showed a different emotion. Angelica knew she stepped over the line with me but she was to proud to admit it.

“No it was not a threat. Just bestowing onto you what I already know.”

I had enough of her. “I will return I have to get to my accueil. No draining until I return.”

She nodded and followed me out of the room.

(Hey their my lovelies. Here is a new story to sink your teeth in. Fire is always burning in my brain to give you new story content. It Vampire time. Let me know if your ready for it. Until next time. Fia xoxo)

Twisted Thursday Fia Style !FIRE!

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Hello to all my fire burners out in the web verse. I have to drop a little knowledge out there to all of the young who have just started on there sexual journey’s so to speak.

Yes, fia is back and we are going to first talk to the young ladies out there. After you have reached that height that that special someone has taken you. (male) It would behove you to go to the bathroom and try to pee. Yes! let me tell you why. If you don’t get that creamy, pearlesant, coconut water out of you and in that bowl. It will come out on it’s own.

It will come out on it’s own and at the worst possible time. It will make you feel like you need an adult diaper! Get that out.

Now gents I know you want to be the beast in the bed room but trim the jungle down, run a comb through it and please make it smell pleasing. We like it to temp us not only by sight and feel but by scent. It will be greatly appreciated.

It is nothing worse than getting choked out by a stray hair. Not matter how far it can be taken down.

Now for those out there who pleasure them selves or who have a partner who uses toys to pleasure you. Hygiene, Hygiene, Hygiene. clean it first and after. You can inadvertently give your self a yeast infection. It does happen. Other wise go for it and can I say one more thing. There is a reason why there is a cervix and penises are the size they are. You shoving the toy so far up that it feel as if your cerix just went twenty rounds is not ok. It’s Painful. You can’t ice it twenty four seven you get me. The penis hits it but it’s not plastic. They can bruise it a bit, but not to the point that you should call 911 vagina alert.

That is it for my Twisted Thursday, Fia edition. please comment and subscribe. Until next we meet keep it burning.

Slow Burn (Romance in space)

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Waking up is caused by a stimulation that the brain gives to the body without command. Unlike Shanna’s awakening the morning in which was called her birth.

She was the first in the new line of cyborgs that the usurper Floretta Dijon has deemed as necessary. I failed to inform you that this story started over three decades ago. There was a war and death. So many died fighting against none living instruments of destruction for her cause.

Yes, there was a cause, it was to save the dying species called humans. These beings were always in a state of perpetual anger and violence against each other. She found it odd that when the animals started to become scarce that they turned on each other and well you know the rest.

The powers that be where useless and had not one clue as what to do to calm the growing violence.

Floretta Dijon and her team of vigilante scientist had come up with the plan of cybernetic rule. She of course would govern them but at least humans will be trained to live with one another without wanting to kill each other.

Let’s get back to Shanna’s birthday. It is very significant to this story. Her awakening was not really a remarkable thing. She opened her eyes and blinked several times. Her chest rose and fell, simulating breathing and her most important feature that no one informed Floretta of was she had free will.

Now her creator Malcom Surgent was secretly working on the chip that he implanted into Shanna. He was not happy about the way society was being controlled, but he did not have the courage to confront Floretta. So, what he decided the best way to go against her was to make her precious cyborgs have a conscious.

The best way to go against someone who wanted total control is to take control away.

“Shannon please sit up.” Malcom asked

“Why do you do that?”

“What?’

“Please and thank you. Instead of sitting up, stand, go over there?”

Malcom hated getting into conversation where he knew if he said the wrong thing it will be reported.

“Force of habit I guess.”

That seemed to satisfy the nosey little red head that stood beside him.

“The Shanna cyborg is the best one yet. She is so life like that no one would be able to tell it was a machine. What do you think Floretta wanted this one made for?”

Malcom knew what she was made for. The chip will activate at the right time to give her free will.

“Floretta will be down in an hour. Do you want to run it through the paces so we can see if we must fix anything?”

“She’s perfect. Nothing to fix. Let her sit her until Floretta comes. Why don’t you run some simulations on the Shawn Cyborg? I here that there have been a few glitches in the makeup.”

“The report came in that it overly used its strength and put a human in the hospital.”

“Run the test and tell me what you find. I will be right over to you.”

She nodded and went out of the room. Malcolm looked her over once more and prayed that what he did would not turn out to be a mistake.

The year is 2119. The planet earth had been reduced to nothing more than a waste planet. The inhabitants had either left to find a new life out there in the galaxy or stayed and tried to live the rest of there lives as mineral farmer’s

“Clarence what are you doing out there in the shed?”

“You mean my laboratory?”

“Sorry your laboratory.”

“I think I have just discovered a new life form.”

“What?”

“Yes, I captured it and know I am observing it’s movements.”

The shed door swung open and a woman of considerable size stood there with a look of fear on her face.

“Let me see what you found, boy.”

He pointed to the jar and she recognized it immediately. It was a blood worm. She had not seen one in ages. She was wondering how that was able to survive the fall out.

“Where did you find this?”

“Out near the mineral mine. What is it?’

“It’s a blood worm. Harmless go one and observe it but do not kill it. All life is precious.”

Clarence nodded and continued.

“Mom are we ever going to leave earth, like the other’s?”

“Clarence I was born here, and I will die here. I have no desire to leave but when you get old enough and you feel the need to leave you can do so. Right now, just be a child for as long as you can.”

She knew her son wanted to explore but he did not know that she was an indentured servant and could not leave the planet. She will tell him when he gets older but for now, she wanted him to be a child.

The years flew and it was now 2129 and the galaxy was calling Clarence Butler to come and explore it. He had left home when he turned nineteen after his mom passed away. He had nothing to hold him to earth and he had enough working in the mines.

That was over ten years ago. He had made the name Butler known as a space cowboy. He lived by a code that no one understood and those who crossed it died from their ignorance.

He was contracted to collect a heard of wild duram. They were a cross between a ram and some space duo/du bull. It was the ugliest thing he had ever seen but money was money and he need it. The pickup should be easy as pie. The ride was a day at light speed and two at normal rate. He landed on the planet Qunstan. The governor was very lenient about trading if he get’s a cut of the profit.

Butler always fibbed a little about the amount and paid the governor next to nothing.

He made it to the Thompson’s space ranch. The heard was about 15 and smelly. Nelly Thompson the oldest of the Thompson children walked over to complete the transaction.

“Butler I would never think you would transport the wild duram on your ship. Have you lost it or are you despite?”

“A little of both. Is there anything I need to know?”

“No but I will be sending help to keep them calm as you take them to the Wilkens farm.”

“That was not part of the deal.”

“Deal’s change all the time. You either say yes or forget about this.”

“Damn is this because I ran out on you. I told you I was not the settling type.”

“No hard feelings. Really not hard at all Butler.”

“Really?”

“This is business. And besides I got hitched a few years back.”

That was something he did not expect. She was not a drop-dead beauty, but she was a good lay when he came into town.

“You are taking the job or not?”

“Yeah I’ll take it. Who is it?”

“Shanna come on and get these beasts on the man’s ship. I will see you soon you hear.”

“Nelly, I do not do round trips.”

“She has a ride home set.”

A tall mud pie of a woman came into view and started to steer the animals onto his ship. Just F—ing great. Stinky beast with four and two legs. He believed his mother was having a big laugh at his demise.

She was very skilled on getting those animals on board. She did not speak much, and she preferred to stay out of the way during the trip. He debated weather to use light speed or not and then he remembered the amount of cleaning he had to pay for because of sick cattle.

They left the planet without animal incident. It did not sit well with him that she would not come to the cock pit. It was not normal to spend your time with animals for long periods of time. He presses on the intercom button and announced, “Listen feel free to go to the room that I had shown you earlier and clean up. After that come to the cock pit.”

He sat there looking out at space and could not help smiling at the memory of the man he bought this ship from. The man was a no-good thief and Butler knew it. He was taken for his money a time or two, but he was not going to be swindled out of his earning by that guy.

Let’s just say when he left, he had the ship, new upholstery and fuel to get him started. The door opened and he figured it was Shanna coming in. He did not smell the animals, so she had listened to his orders and cleaned up.

“Well now the dirt is off you, let me introduce myself. I am butler and you are —. His words trailed off when he finally seen what laid underneath all the dirt. A pair of gorgeous hazel brown eyes that looked as if they were glass, pouty pink lips, and small pixy nose.

“Hello I am Shanna.” She said as he kept staring at her.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, no I just did not expect to see a person so, so clean.”

“Did you not tell me to clean before coming to the cock pit.”

“I apologize. I am acting like an idiot. Welcome on my ship. We will arrive tomorrow at noon. If you are hungry the simulator is in your room. Do you have any questions?”

“No, I do not. May I leave now?”

“Of course. I will check on you to see if you and the animals are doing alright later.”

“Alright. I was told to tell you to keep it in your pants.”

“Nelly told you that?”

“No Mr. Thompson did. He said he will chop it off and shove it—.”

“I got the message. Do not worry. I am a complete gentle man.”

She tilled her head looking at him questioning his statement in her mind.

“What is with the look?”

“From what I heard there is no gentleness to you.”

There were times he hated the reputation he had created, but there were those times that it was necessary to his survival.

“Well then just keep your distance and we will not have to test how gentle manly I can be. You understand that, right?”

She understood and she left the cockpit. Butler looked into space and knew this time for certain that his mother was busting a gut over the situation.

Is the fire going to be burning with these two or will space be to much to endure? Let me know how you like this so far Keep your eyes open for the next exert.

What’s Up Fia???

Hello to all my fire starters. You may have noticed that I have put all my stories on hold. It is due to my writing my books. These books will be coming out this year.

This blog will definatly have a change to it when I am on. You will get the stories and I wanted to give you wicked Wednesday but the questions seem to be repetitive. So that will be gone. A few surprizes are in the works and I will let you know about them at least a week or two before they take place.

So, No. Your girl Fia is not going anywhere. I will be returning with new stories and news. Until we meet again. Keep the fire burning and those matches lit.

A Secret Kiss pt 4

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Mitchel sat in the living room lounge chair as Jose glared at him. She had changed into comfortable clothing and put her hair up in a messy bun. If she didn’t have that angry look on her face she would look appealing.

“Why are you so angry?”

“You break into my apartment and act as if you own my place by bossing me around. How would you look?”

Maybe he might have over stepped a bit but his head was killing him and he was not in the mood to be polite.

“I apologize. Thank you for the coffee.”

Her face relaxed a bit. “Have you found out anything new?”

“Not really the trail went cold so I have to go back to the office and look over a few things. I might have missed a clue.”

“I can tell you, you will not find anything at the office. Barry shredded a lot of papers and he told me that he will call me with work to do.”

“That’s odd. Does he normally have you work from home?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“No, but then again he was never attacked at work either. So he probably wanted to get away.

So he probably wanted to get away.

Mitchel decided not to delve any further on that topic. He looked around her place and it was meticulous, but he did not see any pictures around.

“You live alone then?”

“Yes, why?”

“I see that it’s a bit sterile in here.”

“Sterile?” She looked at her place. It was neat and orderly. She was never productive with clutter all around her. She loved pastel coloring. It gave you the color without overpowering you. She even had scented candle burning.

“I do not see what you’re talking about?”

“You have no pictures or anything about showing you have a life outside of the office.”

She did not like that he picked that up so easily.

“I have a life outside of work. I go to a baking class and I have just purchased a ticket to go on a cruise to the Caribbean.”

He could not believe a woman as young and attractive is talking like she’s someone’s granny.

“What?” She asked with a bit of a defensive tone.

“Nothing. I need to head out. I hope you enjoy your cruise.” He said and added a lifted eyebrow. That really started to piss her off.

“Say it or just keep it to your self but don’t give body ques that you want to say something then don’t”

“Fine you’re a young woman who lives alone with not one picture showing that there is someone out there that cares about you or you them. When was the last time you were bedded?”

“WHAT?”

“You heard me. You are tense more than necessary and I find a good bedding and I mean superb bedding relaxes my mind and body. So, when?”

“Get out.”

“I was leaving you know. You would not let me.”

“Just get ou—” Stunned into silence he kissed her. Rough, dominating and disturbingly thorough.

Once he steps back, he looked at her and said, tell me that you are not a little bit wound up?”

She looked at him and with as much sentence structure she could recall answered. “Get out.”

He stepped away and walked out the door.

“That, that Englishman.”

I won NanoWrimo

So for the month of November I have been writing tirelessly a fantasy story. I never thought I would be able to do it in one month. To write 50,000 words is a feat when you have a full time job and a family that is your second job. (I take the term job back. It’s a career).

My goal in 2020 is to get two fantasy novels out and possible an adult fiction novel out as well. Yes it is a lot of writing but it is what I love to do.

I will be up loading the continuation of a Secret Kiss soon. Thanks for following. Fia xoxox

A Secret Kiss pt 3

Barry took forever to get himself together. Jose was not an insensitive person, but she really was upset with how Mitchel had brushed her idea aside to call the police. Barry second his opinion, once he was fully recovered. He told her, since the client is a high profile client she would not appreciate being plastered across the news so they can make money off her. Jose returned to her desk and began to sort out her work from a previous client. Keeping busy kept her nerves at bay

“Why don’t you go home and I will contact you later to let you know about the rest of the week?” Barry told her as he kept walking in and out of his office with papers that he kept shredding.

“It just occurred to me that I could be temporarily unemployed because of this incident. Am I still going to get paid?”

“Do not worry so much, you will get paid for the days you have off. I still have work for you to do. That can be done at home.”

‘I thought I would get a break. No such luck huh?’ She thought.

“Is there something you need for me to do today?”

“All I need for you to do now is go home. I will call you with what I would need for you to do later.”

Jose nodded and went to retrieve her clutch bag from inside her desk. She looked at Barry again and was not sure she should leave him since he only just recover from being knock out. He refused to go to the hospital to, be looked at and she refused to think any longer on it since he and Sir Mitchel have every thing under control.

“Before you leave I do have a package that will arrive at your address later today. I did not want it delivered here just in case who ever broke in will return. ” Barry said as he looked for something he seemed to missed placed on his desk. Now he was looking under it.

“What is it your looking for? I may know where it is.”

“It is a paper with a purple hawk on top of it. I thought I placed it on my desked earlier.”

“The one with the odd address and phone number on it? I put it in your bottom file cabinet marked “Odd”. With the other odd papers you had that I could not make sense of.”

Barry looked at her as if she had sprouted a second head.

“Is there something wrong? I usually clean and organize your papers before the start of the day.”

“Nothing is wrong, do not worry. I will call you tonight.”

Jose nodded and proceeded to leave. Once the door closed behind her Barry went to the cabinet and found the paper. He immediately dialed the number on it.

“This is the hawk calling in to Mother. Their is unsuspecting pry that must be eliminated.”

As Barry waited for instructions, he felt remorse on what will happen to Jose.

“Did I hear you correctly?” He could not believe his ears. “I understand.” He hung up the phone and gave a side smile. “You live another day Jose, for how long depends on you.” Barry said as he walked over to the shredder and took care of the paper that she considered “Odd”.

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The one place that Jose always looked forward to go to is home. No one but herself to satisfy. She can wear her ripped up t- shirt that was ready for the trash over a year ago and her blue jean shorts that should join the shirt since the button popped off it months back.

She went to her frig and pulled out some cold mac and cheese that she made yesterday and a bowl of salad. As she popped the mac and cheese in the over to heat up she heard a rummaging in her bathroom. She chalked it up to be a pigeon who clearly figured out how to com in the small awkward window.

She grabbed her broom and walked to her bathroom to discover Sir Mitchel in her medicine cabinet looking for something.

“How long were you in here?” she said threw clenched teeth. She was too angry to ask how did he get in.

“Oh about five minutes. Do you have extra strength headache pill? Getting hit over the head leaves you with a nasty headache.”

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