I just watched Knight and Day, laughed my head off and enjoyed being with my wife. Also I have been perusing the New Previews magazine for comics and have seen some pretty awesome works coming! Well, once again, its pretty late and I have to get up early again tomorrow. Before I do though I will post more of The Hidden Trap.
Mort pulled the virtual visor off his head and awakened to a brightly lit room with others engaged in their own virtual encounters. He looked to his left and saw the woman that interrupted his game. She was intently looking at his slightly weathered face. She didn't wince or anything, which meant she didn't find him ugly. He smiled dryly.
"Sorry, I didn't expect anyone to be in here. I should clean up or something." Mort commented.
"But you are already in something dashing. We should go." The woman said in a British accent. She walked out of the room and Mort looked down forgetting he was in his best suit after going to church services. This could be why she didn't wince.
He got up and walked with his head held high and stepped outside. The woman stood near the door of a hover car waiting for him. He noticed her figure now that he wasn't blinded by the beam lights inside the lounge. She knew how to wear the gorgeous dress she was in. It held tightly to the narrow curves of her body. She caught him looking and gave him a stern eye. Mort straightened and walked out the quiet lounge to the car.
He came here a lot, Idle Street in Timballa Moor. A province of the northern territories on Pareg II. A planet far from his home. He knew the colonization of this planet was some time ago but he still couldn't believe how industrial everything was.
The hover car was a long limo, black on the main body, but white as a bottom layer. The driver held ready the door to allow him entry. Mort stepped in carefully to find it was just like any other limo. The woman stepped in with a seductive look on her face. She smiled at Mort as she sat down next to him. The driver shut the door and hurried off to drive.
"Are you insurance?" Mort asked.
"I'm an enforcer." She replied.
"Funny outfit for an enforcer, you got a name?" Mort snorted.
"Call me Vespa, I make sure those who are told to be seen by others actually make their appointments. Its a growing business you know." she replied cooly.
"I didn't know, My ex. keeps thinking I owe her something when I really don't." Mort answered.
"Eight hundred fifty seven dollars and forty five cents." Vespa rattled.
"Wow, that was fast." Mort thought about how the divorce he went through had sucked every penny out of him. His wife wanted the divorce, for reasons all her own. They never had any children, not that he was too old for that, it was just that his ex. was never around; Always working late shifts at the office and never home when she should be. Mort remembered how he loved her smile and sense of humor only to have it turned to cynicism and hate. She was twenty five and he twenty seven, they passed each other every day until once he had the nerve to ask her out. She accepted and six months later they were married and moved to a new planet. Looking back over the course of five years, Mort couldn't think where he went wrong...
Well I'm going to leave that for now, you have gotten just a bit more of the story and that is all I want to give you. I want you to keep viewing the page to see what happens next. Catch ya tomorrow.
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