Archive-name: Working/chello01.txt
Archive-author: Chello the Wanderer
Archive-title: First Story of Love


    She had been a security gaurd for more than a year now. Her name 
Heather Mckcafin the toughest Irish girl in high school. Now she 
wanted to be a cop, but she had two years of collage to finish before
she could apply to the academy. For now she would wait and do her job
the best she could, make the right impression for the reference..
    On her fifth round of the night she came across somthing different.
A black motercycle, low strung fast Harley softtail that struck somthing
within her not somthing sexual. Fear it was definital fear, it shook
through her like a stream of fire. She stood there silent for a monent
then sank back into the shadows to collect her thoughts. 
    Not completely concious of how much time was passing the door opened.
He stood there just outside the door for a moment then proceded down the 
stairs to the bike. When he tossed the saddle bags on the back of his 
machine and began to fasten them down she couldnt help but think how the
two of them molded to the same image in her minds eye, fast lean and 
somthing inquestive about the safty of riding either one of them.
    The breath left her involunatary as the roar of the bike's starting
caught her thinking of things she was immune to since early high school.
The man rolled the bike out of the parking space. His back toward her now,
the bike jared as first gear engaged. Her mind racing a hundred thoughts a
second as his head turns, she now has only one thought and it is of that
whiplash grin thrown directly at her. The bike lunges forward and in a brief
second he is gone.
    Days go by the research she puts together can only mean one thing.
The man she had seen that night was Maclean, Will Maclean the best thief in 
the country, The most bold and flashy thief to ever live. He was known to be 
for hire to any cause that paid money. Now she knew where to find him.       
    Weeks go by the nights grow warm, Heather still keeps an eye on the apt.
Waiting for a black bike to appear. She spends many an hour waiting in the 
shadows outside the place. Her thoughts are many but nothing comes, the little 
whisper in her ear shall stay in her mind forever. Words just words but how 
these words affected somthing deep within her. The words come from behind her
and this touch soft and gently the hands of a master thief. Now she has felt
his touch and the skin of her body has told her she must have him. 
    How can this be happening she mumbles to herself as her removes her 
clothes. What about my duty to capture this man races past as he careses 
her body gently. This is against everthing within me she mumbles and her body
quivers and she knows it was a lie. He kisses her and all the thoughts of 
wrong and right are gone forever as she embraces his body next to her. 

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