Misty Mars sat, on the deserted beach, alone.
She had saved a beach chair for her new found lover, Morse,
but he was a no show at the last minute.
Misty flew to the Caribbean with the hopes of having a romantic fling
with an older gentleman.
She met him a few weeks before in a local bar downtown Chicago.
The bar was centrally located in her neighborhood.
That night, they both hit it off from the start and Misty spent the night with Morse,
not knowing who he was or even if he was married.
She didn’t care; she was looking for romance.
Just one night with a handsome man, who treated her like a princess.
Morse had all the qualities she was looking for;
older, handsome, tall,well dressed and of course, expensive shoes.
The conversation and cocktails flowed all night. He was quite a talker, a smooth talker.
In morning, Misty left his apartment at dawn
and crawled into her own bed with her cat, Oscar.
Ahhh, the memories of the night lingered with her.
Love? Was love possible again for her?
Her last boyfriend, Charles, left her and moved to Arizona without warning.
She thought they were both in love with each other,
but it turned out that Charles was just passing his time
until a very rich older woman turned his head.
Proof…he was gone.
One evening Misty was out drinking with a few buddies from the Bureau,
when Robert’s name came up in the conversation.
One agent called Roberts one of the most wanted men on their list.
So far, they didn’t have any luck capturing him.
She confided in them about meeting a guy named Morse Roberts
in a local pub in downtown. They laughed at her and said that was impossible.
He didn’t hang out in dives.
Misty didn’t want to look like a fool in front of her men friends, so she just laughed it off.
When she went home that evening,
she did some research and found out that her Morse Roberts was one and the same.
Wanted by the FBI.
Misty made a call to her boss in Washington DC where she worked
as a freelance Intelligence agent.
They gave her go ahead to continue to play out a scenario with Roberts
not thinking too much would transpire from her escapades with him.
So, as the weeks went by, Misty was set up to see Morse a few more times
at the local bar. She knew was being monitored by her DC Agency, but she didn’t mind.
Then, Morse took her to an expensive restaurant for dinner one night.
Misty was not expecting what he proposed to her next.
He asked her to meet him in the Caribbean for a few days,
of course, there was a first-class ticket and hotel accommodations provided.
Morse slipped her five one hundred dollar bills under the table.
Misty chuckled as she put the bills in her red handbag and snapped it shut.
She was never one to pass up money or a free trip.
Misty readily accepted his offer.
She was in need of a vacation and besides Chicago was getting
hit with tons of snow that winter. It was a good break from her everyday life and friends.
She took advantage of every opportunity when it came to a vacation.
Misty knew that the intelligence agency, where she worked,
didn’t allow much free time, they kept her busy with assignments.
Even her friends didn’t know what she did for a living.
They saw Misty living in an expensive condo with fine furnishings
and was constantly traveling.
Misty was always the first one to loan her girlfriends money
and didn’t even ask for it back.
She would throw parties on a wimp,
dance all night at a club downtown Chicago until dawn.
That was who Misty Mars was to her friends, fun loving adventurer.
Sometimes Misty would ask herself, “what am I doing with my life?”
What she was doing for a job was none of their business.
She paid her own bills, and she came and went as she pleased.
The Agency was an excellent outlet for her.
Misty was highly overpaid for her work with the Agency.
Her her assignments to foreign countries were TOP SECRET.
It didn’t matter to her what assignment she received
because it was always exciting and dangerous work.
It was what she lived for these days since she was still single and looking for love.
(To be continued)
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