Fiddler Q

Q fiddled with it.  bonk. bonk.  wiggle.

no that's not it!

he turned around.  it was aria in the doorway, with a fresh dress from bedroom where

she had been redrawing her deep eyelined and lashed powdered face and pat bosom,

its not what?

that's not the way out!  do you remember how we came in?

its true.. this isn't how they came in.

but I'm not trying to get out

oh?

no I'm trying to get into this room

o.  and why didn't you ask for the key?

o.  well you were busy, and I needed practice picking locks for the trip tonight..

oh yes.. the kit.. so you think wiggling on this thing will help?  I mean the alarms

would have hit you over the head with a rubber mallet, and that's no joke - joe carries

a rubber mallet just for people LIKE you.  and he likes to use it.

oh he does.  a rubber.  mallet.  cute.

well anyway I've got a better plan, and we don't need the key - or a pick, just a pick pocket.  here take my hand.

Q took Aria's hand and she shoved it into his pocket and squeezed.

Arrgggh!

yessssss..

yes!?  Q squirmed... this is your idea, to throttle me before we're out the door and onto park place?

no not YOUR throttle.. the guards throttle, as you nip passed and get into the canvas van that's going to be parked out on the side street.

how do you know about a van?

I took your picture, taking pictures there last week!

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she released her grip.  "in any event, we make a great team, and you didn't even budge 40 minutes ago when I practiced that with my juicier bits.. thanks"  she kissed him on the cheak and walked to the hallway table to pick up her purse.  "We should go." she tossed some gum into the small pocket red purse, and tucked her, and him under her arm.

yes, quite.  and they left out the side gate, into her late model jag that she made

particular car was fully gassed mirrors polished for a shining night.  the guages read good and Q tapped the window lever to get a slight breeze for the mountain trip to destination X

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they were in the car fewer than 30 seconds when she piped up.

So, Q, when did you find me attractive?  I mean, when was the moment... was it rio,

was it chantily?  or was it the mud baths on the west coast?

it was when you said yes.  always was. always will be.

yes, I could see that.

see you did it again! oh. that throttle thing you did earlier.. quite convincing.. I'm sure we'll have no trouble later,

I hope not, she grinned.. I'm saving that for much later too, if you're interested.

you know what I'm interested in, that, that, and that - he pointed up the mountain,

to her, and to the back seat of the jag.

why yes- `

she pumped the breaks firmly and swerved off the dry road and down, past a tree

to a small trestle near the creek.

Q pulled up the emergency break, as the car, and he, drifted into the slip.

o0, Aria popped her right silky bra strap off, as Q dove down, his nose following the

curves, simultaneously reaching down and reclining the driver's seat, as he scooped

her up back and legs, and ushered them onto the back seat.

you know what I brought, aria twisted to her purse.

he looked in.

no not the pistol, she smiled..

oh, marshmallow!  they squrimed a bit, and she hit the window lever as the steam

droplets hit the back window, and rain began to fall, lights from the highway up above

flickering through the trees, just at dusk, as aria twisted over onto her stomach

and raised her backend just a bit; ooohh, she murbled.  you know what's good with marshmallows. yes I know you do -- here you go.

click click click.  cut to car window, of the guard at the other side of the mountain.

aria stood outside, drenched with a smile.  the guard looked up and lowered his rifle

and smiled.  ah yes, mamn, you came to relive me, yes?

oooh... I didn't realize you were a mind reader.. she gripped his erection and he smiled

wider and she touched his rifle tip and lowered it to the ground, then using her throttle

as he gasped a bit and she did a quick yank and with an adept left hand, brought around

a roll of duct tape and spun it around his head, taping up his mouth to the top end

of the bucket seating.  his eyes wide and surprised, he wanted to kick free but she

was on top of him, with her grip, and quickly tied his legs together and taped

his wrists, grabbing the rifle and locking the door, taking the key and radio.

doo do dooo, she whistled up the hill, rifle slung over her black party dress, keys

to the house, and a radio.  she hit up some morse on the sideband, signaling

the house to take their break, and walked up to the side gate, thin metal, white, and

brightly lit, with a bit of greenery planted all around.  she jiggled her bosom

just a bit to reorient, then jiggled the key in the lock; klnnnck. shwhoosh, she was in.

and who was to great her was not only just completely unexpected, but also quite

impossible.

Gazzikt.