First Story of Love

She had been a security guard 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 something different. A black motorcycle, low
strung fast Harley soft tail that struck something within her not something
sexual. Fear it was definitely fear, it shook through her like a stream of
fire. She stood there silent for a moment then sank back into the shadows to
collect her thoughts.

Not completely conscious of how much time was
passing the door opened. He stood there just outside the door for a moment
then proceeded 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 couldn�t help
but think how the two of them molded to the same image in her minds eye,
fast lean and something inquisitive about the safety of riding either one of
them.

The breath left her involuntary 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 jarred 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 something 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 caresses her body gently? This is against
everything 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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