NATASHA IVANOV
THIRTY THOUSAND EMAILS
Dead on his feet, Vince had covered both political conventions for Fox News. He settled back in his international. flight from Philadelphia to Australia, with a stop in Los Angeles and one in Hawaii. The seat was empty next to him and it surprised him because the flight was full. His first class ticket was courtesy of Fox and they gave him twenty grand as a bonus and three weeks off.
The plane‘s engines came to a roar but then settled down as the cabin door reopened and a vision entered. She was twenty five at the most, auburn hair with a figure to kill for. He checked her outfit, it was a habit of his and he guessed about eight grand worth with a two thousand dollar purse. His extra seat was the only one left and she slipped into it with a cultured smile, busied herself with her purse and note book.
He thought, ‘I’m captured’, but when she crossed her pins he knew heaven just watching her.
“Do you like what you see?”
He turned beet red and then a shade deeper if possible. Gathering his wit, he answered,
“That’s the most gorgeous suit I’ve ever seen on a woman.”
“I recognize you, Vincent ……”
“Vince Donahue at your service, and you?”
“Natasha Ivanov, I live in Washington and work at the Russian Embassy.”
“Are there any more girls in Russia that look anything like you.”
“Word game, can you answer your own question using one word.?”
“Hardly. It’s a good one when you need it.”
The stewardess leaned over in a scoop neck and asked, “Drinks?”
Vince looked at her pair and then at Natasha as if telecommunicating, “Two double vodka’s straight.”
“Amazing” she said, “do you read minds too?”
“I might if I care to. Were you at the convention?”
“Oh yes, I’m a specialist in cyber security and biometric identification.
“How’d you get in that field?”
“I was an exchange student a few yeas ago and went to MIT with a full scholarship and received my doctorate last year.”
“Good Lord, at your age?”
“I’m older than you think.”
“Is there anything else you want to tell me?”
“One thing, it’s no accident I’m sitting next to you.”
“But………”
She leaned over and kissed him, deep and slow,
“’I’m headed to the restroom in the rear. Wait one minute, knock four times.”
He watched her slip down the aisle, counted to sixty and followed her. As he squeezed in next to her, he could smell her hair, he stood so close. His heart pounded with excitement as he looked into her eyes searching……
“Two good to be true?” she asked.
“Yes, what’s a foot?”
She put her forefinger to her lips, Opened her purse and pulled out a small electronic box and pushed a hidden button,
“All electronic activity has ceased within five feet of this box. Are you wearing a Rolex?”
“No, too flashy.”
“Then look at you watch.”
His second hand had ceased to work. His cell phone died and the light went out.
Even the battery emergency light failed to go on.
“It’s pitch black isn’t it? We can talk quietly now, no security risk,” Natasha said..
{Sorry…. To Be Continued.]
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NATASHA IVANOV
THIRTY THOUSAND EMAILS
Dead on his feet, Vince had covered both political conventions for Fox News. He settled back in his international. flight from Philadelphia to Australia, with a stop in Los Angeles and one in Hawaii. The seat was empty next to him and it surprised him because the flight was full. His first class ticket was courtesy of Fox and they gave him twenty grand as a bonus and three weeks off.
The plane‘s engines came to a roar but then settled down as the cabin door reopened and a vision entered. She was twenty five at the most, auburn hair with a figure to kill for. He checked her outfit, it was a habit of his and he guessed about eight grand worth with a two thousand dollar purse. His extra seat was the only one left and she slipped into it with a cultured smile, busied herself with her purse and note book.
He thought, ‘I’m captured’, but when she crossed her pins he knew heaven just watching her.
“Do you like what you see?”
He turned beet red and then a shade deeper if possible. Gathering his wit, he answered,
“That’s the most gorgeous suit I’ve ever seen on a woman.”
“I recognize you, Vincent ……”
“Vince Donahue at your service, and you?”
“Natasha Ivanov, I live in Washington and work at the Russian Embassy.”
“Are there any more girls in Russia that look anything like you.”
“Word game, can you answer your own question using one word.?”
“Hardly. It’s a good one when you need it.”
The stewardess leaned over in a scoop neck and asked, “Drinks?”
Vince looked at her pair and then at Natasha as if telecommunicating, “Two double vodka’s straight.”
“Amazing” she said, “do you read minds too?”
“I might if I care to. Were you at the convention?”
“Oh yes, I’m a specialist in cyber security and biometric identification.
“How’d you get in that field?”
“I was an exchange student a few yeas ago and went to MIT with a full scholarship and received my doctorate last year.”
“Good Lord, at your age?”
“I’m older than you think.”
“Is there anything else you want to tell me?”
“One thing, it’s no accident I’m sitting next to you.”
“But………”
She leaned over and kissed him, deep and slow,
“’I’m headed to the restroom in the rear. Wait one minute, knock four times.”
He watched her slip down the aisle, counted to sixty and followed her. As he squeezed in next to her, he could smell her hair, he stood so close. His heart pounded with excitement as he looked into her eyes searching……
“Two good to be true?” she asked.
“Yes, what’s a foot?”
She put her forefinger to her lips, Opened her purse and pulled out a small electronic box and pushed a hidden button,
“All electronic activity has ceased within five feet of this box. Are you wearing a Rolex?”
“No, too flashy.”
“Then look at you watch.”
His second hand had ceased to work. His cell phone died and the light went out.
Even the battery emergency light failed to go on.
“It’s pitch black isn’t it? We can talk quietly now, no security risk,” Natasha said..
{Sorry…. To Be Continued.]
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ONE FOR THE GIPPER
Robert Buckley slammed the cabinet front shut,
‘Damn I’m out of coffee. You might know on Sunday’
Since he had no one to complain to, he hopped in his Maserati, gunned the
engine and woke up half the neighborhood on the way to the grocery. The store had
sparse customers at eight in the morning but only one checkout was operating, ‘go figure’
he thought.
He picked up a few other items and waited patiently in line, when a mis-trodden
young man burst in front of him and pulled a 45 and pointed it directly at the middle aged
cashier,
“Give me all your money,’ he said, “and be quick about it.”
People scattered as quickly as they could but Robert calmly picked up something
in his cart and firmly pressed it to the robber’s spine,
“This is a glock I’m holding against your back. You make one move and I’ll blow
your spine into pieces. Do you understand? You turn around, you’re a dead man.
I am detective Robert Buckley and I could care less whether you live or die.”
He pressed harder and the robber winced at the pain,
“Drop your gun very slowly, don’t move and place your hands on you head, easy
now.”
The man behind Robert stood there frozen in awe. Robert took his free hand and
pointed to the customer’s belt, which he quickly removed and stood by Robert,
“Now put your hands behind your back slowly,.” he told the gunman.
Robert shoved the Glock even harder against the robber’s spine. The customer
behind Robert quickly tied the robber‘s hands tightly with his belt and two more grabbed
the robber and called the police. The customers still in the store broke out in polite
applause as Robert held his Glock high for everyone to see,
“The zucchini are rather hard this time of year, don’t you think?”
