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The Amazing Mr. Mortimer

Part 1

THE AMAZING MR. MORTIMER

My girlfriend Rachel and I had decided to take a two week vacation to Puerto Rico. I had first come across the girl on the streets of San Juan. She came up to me and begged me for some money. At first I was going to say no. Then I noticed how beautiful this young girl was and I was intrigued. I started to reach into my purse to get her something, and she smiled at me. She had a very beautiful smile. It was in fact an entrancing smile.

I kept her close to me with small bribes of coins and candy, while I questioned her. I guess growing up in the US, we don't' realize how life can be for unfortunates in other places. She was barefoot and wore a very light cotton smock that barely covered her privates.

My guess was that she couldn't be more than 14 or 15 years old. "How old are you dear?"

"I'm going to be 29 next month, maam." She answered, but never actually looked up at me. Believe me, there is no way that this girl was 29 or even 19.

After a few minutes, she went running off. I followed her for a short way and then watched her disappear.

The next day, I found her again in approximately the same place. "Would you like to go with me and get a real meal?" She nodded her head yes.

We went a few blocks to a rather nondescript restaurant. I bought her a meal and she ate it ferociously. "What is your name dear?" I asked her.

"Misery" she said, quite clearly, without even looking up from her bowl of soup.

"Misery?" I asked. "That's a strange name for a beautiful girl." She just nodded and continued to eat her soup.

Over the course of the following three days, I continued to meet the strangely beautiful young girl, and buy her food. I offered to buy her some clothes, but she refused, without explanation.

On the third day, instead of running away as she had previously, she walked, and I walked with her. I was interested to find out where this girl lived, and under what conditions. I imagined that she was living in absolute squalor.

I was quite surprised when she led me into one of the more wealthy neighborhoods just outside the city. This area was full of large houses on waterfront property guarded by high security walls alarm systems and gates. She stopped in front of one of the more impressive houses and indicated that this was a far as I could go with her.

"Do you really live in this house?" I asked her. Still quite shy, she nodded her head yes. I had my doubts until she turned to a keypad by the side of the gate and dialed in the security code. The gates slowly swung open. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek and hurried inside.

I was still wondering about what I had seen as the gates reversed themselves and slowly closed again. Why would a wealthy girl walk around the city, begging, and wearing rags? Or more accurately, a single rag. When the gate was fully closed, I saw her remove her little smock and place it in a barrel off to one side.

Without her smock, she was completely nude. She smiled one more time at me and then ran up the drive. I noticed right away that she had an even tan with no tan lines. She also had no pubic hair and both of her nipples were pierced with small gold rings. Who was this child?

Rachel, my friend from Miami, with whom I had taken this little vacation, was already starting to wonder where I was disappearing to in the middle of each day. Rachel wanted to go to the beach and work on our tans or go shopping or sightseeing. So she was getting a little peeved that I was gone every day around lunch time. After what I had seen today, I decided to tell her what had happened.

"Why are you so worried about this girl you only met this week, Lori?" she asked me.

"I don't know why," I told her. "I guess it's a mystery and I can't rest until I find out what is going on."

I told her that I had decided to go to the house tomorrow and confront whoever lives there.

"Lori, you really are a busy body. It's none of your business what the people in that house are doing."

"I'm going to make it my business tomorrow. Will you come with me, Rachel?"

"I'm not going on a crusade with you Lori. I'll go with you so that I know which jail to bail you out of after the police come and take you away." She smiled at me with a knowing smile.

Rachel and I had known each other since high school. We were both now 24 years old. We had been friends long enough that she knew better than to try to talk me out of one of my crusades.

The next day we went to the house. It only took me two passes to locate the right one. At first, we sat across the street and watched the front gate, while I described, once again, what I had seen the day before. Rachel had called her brother, an attorney back home in Miami, and put some clerk to work finding out who owned the house. It turned out to be owned by a Florida Corporation called "The Styx Corporation of San Juan."

We had been there for about 15 minutes when the nude young girl appeared on the other side of the gate. I smiled as I recognized my little friend, but Rachel caught my arm before I could move forward. It was then that I realized that this girl was not my little friend, but rather another girl, very similar in age and build. The naked girl walked toward the gate. She veered off to one side, where the barrel was. From the barrel she removed one of the small flimsy white cotton smocks and put it on over her head. A moment later, the gate opened and she stepped out into the street.

We waited another five minutes until the girl I had met came to the gate. She too was naked at first until she retrieved a smock from the barrel. I was very confused. What the hell was going on here? What the hell was going on inside that house? Who the hell lived there?

I didn't know the answers, but I was more determined then ever to find out. "Where do you think you're going?" Rachel asked me.

"I'm going over to the house and I'm going to find out who's living there and what are they doing with those girls." Rachel shook her head, convinced that I was out of mine.

"After you get yourself killed, would you like me to ship your body back home or would you rather be buried here?" Sarcasm was Rachel's way of telling me that she was totally against what I was about to do, but she wouldn't try to stop me.

I smiled at Rachel as I got out of the car. "I have my cell phone. Call me in 15 minutes if I'm not back outside." Rachel nodded in agreement.

I went across the road to the gate. There was no one in sight. There was an intercom with a button. I pushed the button. "Si?" came a man's voice.

"Do you speak English?" I asked.

"Yes of course, what can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry to invade your privacy, but I've become acquainted with one of the young girls who live here and I'm concerned about what is happening in this house." There was silence for a long moment.

"I see. May I ask you name; who you are?"

"My name is Lori Delgado. I'm on vacation from Miami with my friend Rachel." Again there was an agonizing pause.

"Lori, would you like to come in?" As he said this, the gate swung open. At first I hesitated, but then I stepped through. I turned to look at Rachel sitting in our rented car. She had a very disapproving look on her face as she watched me enter the grounds.

Once inside the gate, I could see that the estate was much larger inside then it had appeared from the road. Trees, bushes and a maintenance building were strategically placed to block the view of those outside the gates. Once past the obstructions, I could see that the estate encompassed about seven acres of grounds. The main building was Georgian architecture and very impressive. To one side was a large garage building with the doors open. There were at least three cars visible. One of the cars was outside the garage and being washed by two more of the naked nymphets. Behind the house there appeared to be some docks with at least three large boats docked there.

As I made my way toward the main house the front door opened and a very handsome man about 40 years old stepped out. He was very tan and wearing a long white cotton robe. It appeared that he had nothing on under the robe.

The man came toward me with a smile on his face. He extended his hand to greet me. As soon as I heard him speak, I recognized the voice from the intercom. "Lori, how good of you to come to visit me. Please come inside and have some iced tea." I smiled back at him.

Okay, so I've wandered into the compound of some very friendly nudists. I guess there is no harm here. I just have to keep an open mind.

"Lori, my name is Lucian Mortimer, but you can call me Lucky. That's what my friends call me." Lucky was still smiling at me. He had a rather infectious smile that was quickly turning off all the little alarms and red flags that were going off in my mind.

I followed Lucky back into the house from which he had come. Once my eyes adjusted to the lower lights, I saw that he was leading me to a small table with some chairs around it. The table was next to a large window overlooking a swimming pool. Beyond the pool were the boats. No one was in the pool at that moment, but I could see two more nymphets working around one of the boats.

We sat down and almost immediately another nymphet arrived with two tall iced teas.

"I guess I feel a little silly Mr. Mortimer …"

"Please Lori, call me Lucky. Is it okay that I call you Lori?" I shook my head yes.

"I feel a little silly, Lucky, just barging in here and demanding to know what is going on. It's just that I saw that little girl on the streets with hardly any clothes and I was concerned about her."

"Lori, don't feel silly at all. In your shoes I would have done the same thing that you did. I have to say that I'm really glad that you stopped in to see us. We don't get very many visitors here, but everyone is welcome." Lucky smiled his infectious smile at me again.

"So, Lucky, this is some sort of nudist colony here?" Lucky looked at me for a moment and smiled before he responded.

"I guess for public consumption we would say that we are a nudist colony, yes." Now I paused for a moment.

"Then what you're saying is that you're not really a nudist colony?" Lucky smiled again.

"We are a nudist colony, Lori, but we are also more than that. We are …" he paused momentarily "… we're a religious sect as well. Nudism is just part of what we are here." I looked at Lucky, momentarily, and then took a sip of my iced tea. "Lori, you don't believe me. Okay, fair enough, let me show you something else."

Lucky's smile disappeared and he became rather serious. "Lori, I can read you mind."

"Please, Lucky, no one can read minds." His expression did not change.

"I can, Lori. Now let's see." Lucky stared into my eyes. It was a penetrating stare that quickly became uncomfortable. It was almost as if he were drilling into my skull. He never blinked. "You came here with your friend Rachel from Miami."

"I think I already told you that. That's not mind reading."

"Lori, Rachel is waiting for you outside the gate. You're supposed to call her after fifteen minutes to let her know that you're okay. By my watch you only have two minutes left." My jaw dropped.

"Wait …. Wait…. I know I didn't tell you that. How did you know that? Okay, you guessed it! No one would come in here without a friend waiting outside. Fifteen minutes sounds about right. You're a very good guesser, Lucky. I guess you're name fits you."

Lucky smiled at me. "Lori, call Rachel and tell her that everything is just fine and that you're going to stay a little longer. Tell her that she can leave and you'll call her in a few hours to come pick you up." Lucky's voice was calm but firm. I hesitated to follow his instructions. "Call Rachel now Lori, 305-555-1817." Once again, I was shocked that he knew Rachel's cell number, but then I realized that Rachel's phone number was already on the screen of my cell phone.

"Lucky, you're going to drive me crazy with your little tricks." I laughed as I held up my cell phone showing him the number on the screen. Lucky laughed as well.

I dialed Rachel's number and told her that everything was fine and that I was going to stay for the afternoon. Rachel didn't want to leave me, but I finally convinced her. I told her that I would catch a cab back to the hotel.

"Well done, Lori."

"Lucky, you're very good with pretending to read minds."

"You're still not convinced."

"I know that you find little clues and put together enough to convince some people that you're a mind reader. But I know that there are no such things as mind readers."

"Lori, I'm not only a mind reader, but I'm a mind projector." I looked at him with a quizzical look.

"I don't know what a mind projector is supposed to be, but it is probably just as improbable as being a mind reader."

"Okay Lori, I want you to think about something. Choose carefully. Choose to think about something that I could not possibly know. Make sure that you think about something that no one knows. Not even your best friend, Rachel."

I took a minute to follow his instructions. When I told him that I was ready, I had something that I was sure he couldn't guess. It was something that no one could possibly know. I had never told anyone about this. No one knew. "I'm ready, Lucky."

Once again, he stared at me with his incredible penetrating stare. I don't know how he was doing it, but his stare was quite scary. He kept up his stare for about three minutes. Neither of us took our eyes off the other. Finally, he closed his eyes for a moment, the smile returned to his face, and he looked away.

I waited for Lucky's pronouncement. Lucky took a slow sip of his iced tea.

"Lucky, I'm waiting. Or are you ready to admit that you can't read my mind."

Lucky smiled at me and then put his tea down. He leaned across the table toward me and held each of my hands in his hands. He held my hands tight. "Lori, you have a boyfriend named Jack." How did he know about Jack? "Eight days ago, you and Jack went out to a comedy club." He's on the right track, how is he doing this. Maybe Rachel is in on this. Maybe he and Rachel set this whole thing up to give me a scare. Well I wasn't going to fall for it. "The comedian you saw that night told quite a number of off color jokes."

"Okay, Lucky, I'm not that gullible, how do you know Rachel?"

"I don't know Rachel, or Jack. I'm getting everything from you, Lori." He smiled his smile at me again.

"Okay, I'll listen to the rest of this parlor trick." Lucky still smiled at me.

"The off color jokes he told started to make you horny, Lori." Okay, now this was getting out of hand. Rachel told him the other things and now he was using that uncanny guessing of his to fill in the blanks. "You got very horny in fact and you were holding tightly onto Jack's arm. You guided his hand to your crotch, Lori. You wanted him to finger you right there in the theatre. Jack didn't take you up on the offer, so you were even hornier. At that point you really didn't care who saw you. You were horny and you wanted to do something about it."

"When I get home, I'm going to break something over Jack's head!" I was really mad. Only Jack could have known about that. So it was Jack who was in on this little stunt and Jack told Lucky something that should have been private. It was between us only. Well, scratch Jack off as my boy friend. There was no way I'm ever going out with him again. The asshole can't keep his mouth shut even to a total stranger.

Lucky waited until I had settled down a bit. "Don't blame Jack, Lori. Jack has never met me and he doesn't know that you're here. I am reading your mind."

"No you're not, Lucky. You can't read my mind!"

"Lori, you didn't tell even Jack about the fantasy you had later that evening."

"Now you're way off base, Lucky. I didn't have a fantasy later that evening."

"Well let me tell you what happened then. The show finished up and Jack took you straight home. You were hoping he would come inside, but he told you he had an early golf tee time for the next morning. You went to your room and got undressed. You drew a warm bath and got in it to soak. It felt good, but you were still horny. So you started playing with yourself, first your breasts then your pussy. As you were stroking yourself, you were imagining that you were back at the comedy club. Jack had taken you up on your offer and was stroking you until you came. The comedian with the foul mouth saw what was going on and pointed you out to everyone else in the room. He then invited you and Jack up on the stage where he continued to embarrass you. Finally, he reached behind you and with one motion he pulled your dress off. You weren't wearing a bra, so you were …"

"STOP! Please stop!" Where was all of this coming from? She hadn't told this to anyone. Not Jack and not Rachel.

Lucky smiled and took another sip of iced tea. It took several minutes for me to gather my wits about me. I was totally confused. Lucky did know my innermost secrets.

"It's okay, Lori. Most people have a hard time accepting this the first time I demonstrate it for them." His voice was very soothing now.

"I don't understand."

"There's nothing to understand except that I can read you mind." Lucky took another sip of tea.

"Okay, I accept that you can read my mind until I figure out how you are really doing it. How you do it, I don't know right now. What is it for? So you can read my mind, but what do you want to read my mind for?"

"It's more than just mind reading, Lori. It's mind projection, like I told you before."

"I don't know what that means."

"Well I'd like to demonstrate, but I want to make sure that you don't get upset again when I do."

"Tell me what will happen first, and then I won't be taken by surprise."

"Good idea, Lori. Let me ask you some questions. Why were you were embarrassed about your little fantasy?"

"Fantasy is not for sharing." I said. "You can do anything you like in the safety of your own mind and no one is supposed to know that you have these deviant impulses." I looked at him again and blushed.

"See, that's where you're wrong. They're not deviant, Lori. In fact everyone has these impulses and everyone has these fantasies. A lot of people will have almost the same fantasy. There is nothing deviant about it. It only seems that way because no one ever talks about it, so everyone thinks that they are the only one with the fantasy and that they are somehow strange."

"So then this little compound of yours is for … talking about fantasies?"

"We share our fantasies here. We are no longer embarrassed by our fantasies because we all know that everyone has them. But no two fantasies are exactly the same. It is very erotic to share fantasies with each other."

"So you all get together and you share your erotic little stories with each other?"

"Not exactly. Let me tell you what happens. You've just shared your erotic story with me. When that story first occurred to you it was very exciting. Even though the events happened only in your mind, it was enough to bring you to orgasm. Am I right?" Lucky looked at me for an answer. I sheepishly nodded my head yes. "One reason your story is so erotic to you is that you abandon the constraints of real life and you do things that you wouldn't actually do. In your fantasy you live for erotic pleasure and nothing else." Once again, I nodded affirmatively.

"Now, Lori, with a mind projector, we can turn your erotic fantasy into what seems like reality and yet it isn't real. It seems so real, however, that you can't tell the difference and the erotic effect is a hundred times greater than just dreaming in your bathtub. Yet when it's over, you are once again you and nothing actually happened. Through mind projection, you can be anybody you like and you can do anything you like without any consequences. Mind projection is the ultimate adventure."

"Well you've got my attention, Lucky."

"Are you willing to give it a try, Lori?"

I took just a moment to consider. "Yes, Lucky, I'll try it."

"Lori go sit on the couch over there and we'll start shortly." Lucky pointed to a couch on the other side of the room. While I moved over to the couch, Lucky pulled the curtains on the windows, making the room much less bright. When he was done, Lucky joined me on the couch.

"Lori, I want you to look me in the eyes. Don't take your eyes off of me." Once again, Lucky gave me that penetrating look that seems to go past my eyes and right into my brain. If was difficult to hold his stare with my own, but I did. Lucky continued this for about five minutes. Neither of us spoke a word. Finally, he smiled and stopped staring at me.

Lucky reached out his hand to take mine and help me up from the couch. I looked around and the room was still just as it was before. Lucky was still in his long white robe and I was still wearing my touristy looking shorts, sandals and top. I stood up next to Lucky. He continued to hold my hand, placing my hand on his elbow and slowly led me towards a doorway at the end of the room.

"I guess it didn't work this time." I said softly.

"Please, Lori, don't talk, just listen and watch."

As we approached the doorway, I could hear laughter and commotion coming from the next room. We reached the door and Lucky opened it. Immediately I could hear the sound of the foul mouth comedian making his jokes. The next room was a theatre, very similar to the room where we had seen the comedian the last time. There were several chairs and tables in the audience section. All but one of the tables was taken.

Lucky led me to the empty table and motioned for me to sit down. As I sat, I noticed that Lucky was no longer wearing his white robe. Instead he was dressed in a jacket and tie. When I looked back at myself, I realized that I was wearing the same red cocktail dress that I wore the last time I was at this club.

Lucky left me alone at the table for a moment or two. Then Jack appeared and sat down next to me. I smiled at Jack. This has to be hypnosis, I thought. Well he's very good at it, so I'm going to enjoy myself.

We had a few drinks. By the second drink I was feeling somewhat tipsy. Wow, this isn't real, but I'm getting drunk from the pretend drinks. The comedian started in on the jokes that had gotten me hot the last time. I was getting hot this time as well. The more off-color his humor, the more horny I got. I snuggled up to Jack. I clutched his left arm with both of my arms so that his upper arm was between my breasts. I let my tits rub against his arm. He smiled at me.

Well this is better. The last time, he was telling me to behave myself and act like a lady. This time he was enjoying my advances. I could feel the rough fabric of Jack's shirt on my exposed cleavage. I held his left hand in my left hand and guided him toward my pussy. Real or unreal, I was starting to get hot. Jack's fingers found the right spot very quickly. I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning as Jack's fingers brushed up and down on the fabric of my panties. It was very hard to believe that this was not real.

"HEY YOU TWO BUNNY RABBITS IN THE THRID ROW!" It was the comedian, shouting at Jack and me. He was pointing and a moment later one of the stage crew pointed the spotlight at us. Jack's finger withdrew from my crotch. "Hey buddy! I'm trying to entertain these people and make a living up here. You're attracting more attention than I am!" The audience roared their approval.

"Okay if you two are going to steal my audience, you might as well get up here on stage." Before we could even react, the audience began clapping rhythmically as two stage crew members were helping us out of our chairs and up on the stage. We were standing next to the comedian before we had any chance to react.

The comedian turned to Jack first. "So you just couldn't wait until you got her home to get your rocks off, huh." With that he stuck the microphone in Jack's face. Jack just sort of smiled, laughed and acted embarrassed. The audience ate it up. "What's your name Buddy?"

"Jack"

"Jack? Is that short for Jack-off?" The audience roared. Poor Jack looked more embarrassed than I had ever seen him. "Well listen Jack-off, she is very cute and I can understand why you wanted to get in her pants, but couldn't you wait until I finished my act?" The audience roared again. Jack kind of shrugged. He really isn't all that funny, I thought, it's just the embarrassment that he causes for others that make him seem funny.

The comedian moved to one side and pointed at Jack. "Now, ladies only, how many in the audience would like to fuck Jack-off here. Let's hear it now." There were a number of claps out in the audience. "Jack-off, I'll give you a seven on a scale of one to ten." Laughter was again heard.

"Jack-off what's your date's name?"

"Lori Delgado"

The comedian moved from next to Jack to be next to me.

"So tell me, Lori, what exactly was going on over at the table. You were trying to give Jack-off a blow job?" I knew that my face was bright crimson.

"No, I …"

"Jack-off, I think the audience would like to see you give Lori Degrado a big kiss. Will you do that for us?" The audience once again began their rhythmic clapping.

A very embarrassed Jack came over to me and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Jack-off, you can do better than that. Give her a big smacker." The audience was getting louder. Jack took me in his arms and gave me a big kiss. As he did so, I could feel the comedian fondling the little spaghetti straps of my dress. Jack finished the kiss and let me go. Immediately, the comedian, now standing behind me, pulled down the zipper in the back of my dress. Faster than I could react, the dress was gone. Evidently he had attached hooks to each of the spaghetti straps. As soon as he unzipped the dress, stage hands reeled in the wires and pulled my dress right up to the ceiling. I didn't have a bra under my dress. I was standing there in my red satin panties from Victoria's Secret and my red strap shoes, and nothing else.

"Well Jack-off you were right. Lori Degrado is very cute." The audience roared louder than ever. I put my arms across my tits and turned toward Jack with my back to the audience. Jack held me close to him and I started to cry. The comedian came up behind me and pulled my panties down to my ankles. The audience roared again.

He gave me a big whack on my bare ass and then ducked as Jack tried to punch his lights out. Again, the audience roared with laughter. Almost immediately stage hands grabbed both of us and rushed us off into the wings. In the process, I lost my panties completely

As I stood naked in the wings, I was in tears. I barely noticed the man who took off his jacked and placed it over my shoulders. I don't know where Jack disappeared to, but the stranger held me gently, but firmly, until I had calmed down. When I looked up, I recognized the face of Lucian Mortimer, Lucky.

"It is okay, Lori. You're safe with me." Lucky gently stroked my hair. I was feeling much better. "Did you like your fantasy, Lori?"

"Lucky, it was real, it really happened." I looked down and saw that I was still naked. "It's still happening."

"Yes, Lori, I know. But now think. You are excited and you're scared and embarrassed, but you're also very excited sexually, aren't you Lori? I can tell by your very erect little nipples Lori. Now tell the truth."

I looked down and saw that my nipples were erect. I nodded affirmatively at Lucky. Lucky took me by the arm and led me through a door at the back of the stage area. Once on the other side of the door, we were back in the room at Lucky's house. He was still dressed in his shirt and tie and I was still naked except for his jacket. Lucky motioned for me to sit down on the couch where I had been sitting before.

Lucky sat next to me and began, once again, to stare into my eyes. In a few moments I was lost in his gaze. I could see nothing other than his face. After several minutes, Lucky smiled and turned away. Once he broke the trance, I could see that I was still sitting on the couch. Now, however, I was dressed just as I was when I came into the house. I had on shorts, and blouse, sneakers, panties and bra. Lucky was once again wearing his white robe.

It took me a minute to think of what to say. Lucky retrieved my ice tea from the table and handed it to me. I took a sip.

"Lucky, where did we go and what did we just do?"

"Actually, Lori, you never moved off that couch."

"But I remember …."

"Yes, I know exactly what you remember. I was there with you."

"I don't understand."

"You do understand, Lori. You're just having trouble accepting it. You just lived your sexual fantasy. Your nipples got erect and your pussy got wet, so I know that you enjoyed it." I knew my face was turning a bright red.

"Lucky you just said that I never moved off the couch. Did I take my clothes off right here?

"No Lori, your clothes were on the whole time. It is sort of like traveling to an alternate reality. You leave your Earth body here while you go and play in another body in the alternate realty. In the alternate reality, you were stripped naked in front of Jack and about 60 strangers and you loved every minute of it. I was there with you, so I saw it all including your reaction to it. Then we came back here to this reality and you went back to being yourself. In this reality, none of those things happened." Lucky paused for a moment. "Except that you remember them, and you're still aroused by them, aren't you Lori?"

I was very aroused. I shook my head yes.

"Your fantasy was pretty good for a first try. But by our standards it was pretty tame. If you would like to come back tomorrow, we could try another one."

"Lucky I'm not sure that I can dream up another fantasy by tomorrow that will be better than this one."

"You don't need to. You and I just lived your fantasy. Tomorrow, we can live someone else's fantasy. It doesn't need to be your own fantasy. One of the great things about someone else's fantasy is that you don't know what is coming. That makes it more exciting and more erotic. Also, living out someone else's fantasy will show you something else."

"What's that?"

"The way this one played out in the fantasy, you were you and I was me."

"So what? That is who we are."

"You have to let go of conventional thinking and consider all the possibilities. We could redo the same fantasy, but you could be Jack, or the comedian or someone in the audience, or a stage hand. In fact, you can be anyone you want to be in any situation you want and you can interact in any way you want with anyone else. There are a lot more possibilities here than you are considering."

I sort of scratched my head thinking about what he had just said.

"Your four hours are up. I've taken the liberty of calling a cab for you. Lori, I'm so glad that you wandered in here this morning. I've really enjoyed our time together. Will you come back tomorrow, Lori?"

"Yes Mr. Mortimer, I will come back tomorrow." Luck gave me a big smile.

"Why don't you come around 8:30 and we'll have breakfast together. Just buzz the intercom at the gate and I'll let you in."


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