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The story of a cruise, a napping, a murder and something more

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נכתב על ידי , 5/9/2008 18:54  
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פרק שני


תודה רבה לכל הבנאדם היחיד שקרא ת הפרק הראשון, בואו נקווה שעוד מישהו יתעניין ^^"

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   At about 7 o'clock p.m. dinner was served at the bar on the second floor. All the guests put on fancy gardments and the Chef, Amalya, worked all that day to prepare the big feast. Amber came in first, wearing a big leather coat, her brunette-long hair going down below her shoulders. Second arrived Leonard, wearing a red and green checked jacket and a matching kilt, that emphasized his over-sized belly and particularly round face. Afterwards came in the Does, strangely wearing trousers, T-shirts and sneakers. Last came in Emily, wearing a sleevless yellow dress, her blonde, long hair neatly gathered above her neck, escorted by the Captain, who was, as always, clean and tidy, and his black, short hair and mustache and little beared neatly groomed. They were a rather odd couple, seeing as Emily was unussualy short. About the height of the Captain's shoulder. Dinner was served and places at the round table were taken - on one side of me sat Amber, and on the other sat Emily. Beside her sat the Captain. Across the table from Amber sat her sister, Margret, to whose left sat her husband Geaorge, whose other side was occupied by Leonard.
   As dinner was served, silence prevailed in the dining room. Finally the Captain broke the silence.
   "So, did you all enjoy dinner?"
   "It was absolutely fantastic, Captain!" Leonard exclaimed. "Never, in a whole month, have I tasted such delices."
   "I am glad you enjoyed. Chef Kinwood has worked for hours on this meal."
   "Well then bring her in here! I want to thank her personally!"
   The Captain called Chef Kinwood.
   "Leonard, this is Chef Kinwood."
   "Please, call me Amalya." Replied the Chef with a silent, shy tone.
   "Amalya, then. Well, Amalya, I wanted to thank you for this fantastic dinner. You have the skills of a chef!"
   "Well, actually, sir..."
   "Oh, that's right! You are a chef! How silly of me! Well done, Chef Amalya!"
   "This is all very adorable," a voice has suddenly been heard. "but if you don't mind getting yourself out of here, for you see, you, as guests, don't have to clean all of this mess."
   We all got up and left the dining room. Most of the guests went downstairs, probably to get some sleep. I noticed Amber standing at the railing, gazing at the horizon. I came up to her.
   "Miss Mihalko?" I approached. "Is everything alright?"
   "Please, call me Amber." She answered quietly. "And yes, everything is just fine."
   "It doesnt seem like everything is fine. You were quiet through dinner."
   "I didn't feel comfortable sitting so close to this...Leonard."
   "Do you not like him?" I asked, surprised.
   "I know him, actually. Have known him for a long time. We had an affair once."
   "What?! You and...him?!" I was shocked. "Sorry. But-"
   "That's alright. I might as-well tell you what happened." There was a long pause. "You see, he loved me very much, but I didn't love him so. I broke-up with him. I thought he would take it very hard, but he took it rather lighty. He said he understands, and wished that I find my true love someday. I haven't seen him since. Now... it's so awkward. Seeing him again, after such a long time. He doesn't even seem to remember that affair..."
   There was a long silence, and then she turned to me. Her beautiful, glittering brown eyes were staring at mine.
   "Amber, I-"
   "A little late to be making-out on the deck, isn't it?" Leonard suddenly appeared at the staircase, drawing our attention to him. "Miss Mihalko! So long! Never had the chance of greeting you."
   "Hello, Mr. Asbag." Said Amber quietly.
   "Oh, come now, Miss Mihalko! We've known each other for years! Call me Leonard."
   "Fine then, Leonard. How've you been these past few years?"
   "Just fine, thank you. Got me a farm on Kulle Hill. Got me a wife, as-well. Her name's Anabel. She's really pretty. Not as pretty as you, though..."
   "Oh, Leonard, please. I thought we ended this on that day."
   "You may have, but I have not. I've been thinking of you ever since-"
   "For god's sake, Leonard! You're married! How can you even consider me?"
   "I am not as young as I used to be, and marriage was sooner or later to come. I realized I could not have you, so I settled on Anabel. Now, on the other hand, Anabel is not present. What she doesn't know won't kill me, that's what I say."
   Amber pinched me in the arm.
   "Amber is married!" I shouted, not realizing what I just shouted.
   "What was that? 'Married'? To whome?"
   "To Damien!" she exclaimed, and as she did, she turned around and kissed me passionatly.
   "I see..." Murmured Leonard. "Well than, have a happy life..."
   "Oh, thanks. We will." Said Amber. "Come on Damien. I'm in the mood for some wild sex." And with that she dragged me to the lower deck.
   On the way there, I could hear Amalya and Leonard speaking.
   "What's wrong?" Asked Amalya with her shy voice.
   "Forbidden love. Nothing special."
   "Ah, broken heart. I know just the thing for that."
   At that, we arrived at Amber's room. She turned off the lights and pushed me on what felt like her bed.

 


 

וזה הפרק. תגובות יתקבלו בברכה :)

נכתב על ידי , 4/9/2008 22:25  
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