Title: ONE STEP BACK
Author: Myrtle S.
Category: Celebrities (RPF) Swimming
CHAPTER 46
Washington (DC)
apartment Catherine Miller
October 28, 2010
6.00
"Cathy, but what you doing? You know what time is it? "
The woman could not hear the voice of Milorad calling her, because the deafening roar of the vacuum cleaner at full power would not let her do it. That morning in late October had fallen out of bed when day was breaking. And taken by an irresistible frenzy had begun to do the housework. Action rather unusual for her, as Natalia, her maid, was in charge of affairs for many years.
"Cathy, that thing off," shouted their ears, stunned by all the confusion. He went down to the stairs barefoot in the living room, wearing only pajama pants, and ripped the wire from the light socket.
"Why did you do?" Lamented Catherine looking wrong. Her dark hair loose on her shoulders and a long shirt night in white silk made her wonderfully sexy in the eyes of him, despite the vacuum cleaner that clutched in his hands made it less exciting that image.
Milorad looked at her puzzled. Took a few steps toward him and tore hell that thing, laying it on the ground.
"Hello, Catherine," he said brushing his lips with a kiss. "And now you tell me what you got? Since when do you do the housework? "He asked sincerely confused.
The woman walked into the kitchen and began rummaging in the pantry looking for something to eat. "I'm hungry," said digging a spoon into a jar of peanut butter.
"That stuff is disgusting. It is not that you do these things. Would you explain to me what's wrong? "
" No, I'm just nervous. "
" Why? Tonight it seemed that we were having fun. "
"Indeed it is. At least I was until I have communicated your brilliant idea, "said crossing his arms, emphasizing an acid tone of voice his displeasure.
"Cathy ..." he whispered Milorad trying to hug her. But the woman, without hiding his impatience, turned away abruptly making him understand that he did not like being touched.
"Perfect. I thought I had closed with this shit! "reacted with anger, rebuke severely. "If you want to talk you know where to find me, everyone else on his way. I indulged the whims of an idiot as Rebecca and I have no intention of repeating the same mistake with you. "
He climbed the stairs and reached the bedroom.
He dressed quickly.
"Wait," he muttered standing in the doorway, "Do not go."
"Cathy, I will not change his mind. So you'd stop and you are free to do so, if you believe. But you can not stop me from getting to the bottom. I will not be satisfied until Yusupov will not end up behind bars. "
then went out leaving her alone to reflect.
While Milorad saliva in the car, rather annoyed, his phone began to ring.
"Ryan, do not put us too! Did I mention that I have everything under control. Catherine, you and you have agreed to let me crazy? It's only six in the morning, Christ! I'll call you as soon as I finished. "
Gainesville (FL)
House Lochte
6.00 am
"Everything under control? Ah, well, 'course, I am convinced, "he said sarcastically in a loud voice hung up the phone with one hand while scratching his chin Carter crouched beside him on the bed.
After escaping to Mexico, Ryan did not return with the thought that what he had heard from Garcia. Milorad wanted help to find evidence to prove the complicity of Lersik, but it was d & rsquo ; agree on what his friend had decided to do.
went crazy for the detective and adventure in San Fernando was fun, but was not willing to risk his career, life or worse, to follow the suicidal thoughts of his friend of Serbia. Maybe in your country things worked differently, but in Florida, where he was born and raised, the police could do his job and usually those who decided to act alone ended up in a garbage bag.
Dealing directly Yusupov was a mistake, but neither he nor Catherine had managed to convince Milorad to the contrary.
"All right," he said, rising momentum and putting on his pants, "If it is decided, I will give him a hand. But this is not my only project, "he grinned-eyed. "Come on Carter, we leave for Baltimore. "
Baltimore
October 30, 2010
20.00
"I do not know. Alec should I leave alone all night and I do not like the idea at all. "
"Come on Becky, this little monster knows how to get along better than me!"
“Guarda che ti ho sentito!” disse Alec ad alta voce, coricato sul letto a preparare la lezione di Geografia. La sua cameretta era separata dalla cucina da una tenda di canapa, formata da fili intrecciati di conchiglie. Era stata Rebecca a cucirla con ciò che aveva raccolto sulle spiagge della Florida durante i mesi trascorsi lì.
Mentre Ryan cercava di convincerla ad accettare la sua proposta, diede una rapida occhiata all’appartamento che la donna aveva preso in affitto. Gli era difficile credere che si potesse vivere in uno spazio così ridotto, abituato com’era alla tipica casa americana in legno, su tre piani, dove viveva insieme alla sua famiglia.
La porta d’ingresso si apriva sull’unica vera stanza di tutto l’appartamento. Sul lato destro un fornello con un paio di pensili e il frigorifero. Al centro un tavolo in fòrmica e, nello spazio libero rimasto, un divanetto a due posti per guardare la tv che, a giudicare dalle dimensioni, doveva risalire agli anni Novanta.
Oltre al ripostiglio, trasformato da Becky nella camera di Alec, c’era un’altra stanza dove la ragazza dormiva. Insomma, considerando anche il bagno e il piccolo terrazzo overlooking the main street, the apartment was no larger than two people in the garage of his home in Florida. Yet despite its small size, nothing had ever seemed so comfortable and cozy.
Perhaps because delicate aroma of roast chicken that was cooked in the oven, or photos of the boys of St. Mary glued to the refrigerator door, or costume Alec hung to dry in the bathroom along with all her things in that house did not seem to miss anything.
"Come on Becca, welcome!" Alec urged her sitting at the table, hope the dinner was ready. "For once, that guy is right," said starting to nibble on the pancakes with sesame Ryan's mother had prepared for them.
"Becca Yes, agree ..." Ryan repeated the line and making affects the fingers with a fork, when she saw him grab more pancakes than he entitled to.
"Ouch! But you do not live in Florida? "Alec asked looking at him with a grudge," Then why all weekend to come scrounge dinner at our house? "
Rebecca looked up at the sky.
"You want to stop fighting?" Gently rebuked them, putting the steaming tray on the table.
"Wow!"
"I'm impressed, Harvey ..." Ryan said with your mouth water and have a fork in his hand.
few hours later ...
"Look, he is asleep," said Becky watching Alec curled up on the couch with the remote close at hand throughout the evening that he had defended against attempts by Ryan to evade.
"I'll take." Ryan picked him up and taking care not to wake him laid him in bed, carefully tucking the blankets. Then she reached the terrace.
"When sleep is not so bad!"
"You know I asked you all week? Even if you never admit it, it keeps us ".
"Still, I'm used to. My best friend thinks like him. " He walked to the railing to watch the scene. "Do you smoke?" He asked looking for the package of cigarettes in the pocket of my jacket.
"Doggie, you hide from me something, right?" He said doubtfully, suspicious of his excessive kindness, "However I accept the job. "
"Well, I'll see you at 21.00 tomorrow night."
Baltimore
Apartment Michael Phelps - Inner Harbor
October 31, 2010 - Halloween Night
DLIN-DLON ...
"Trick or treat?"
"Ryan, it really you?! Do not think you are a bit 'grown up for these things? "Michael asked, spreading his arms.
He cocked his head sideways to watch it carefully, trying to figure out what it was masked.
"What's that?"
"What! what's that? Seriously? You mean you do not recognize the good old Elvis? "Said breaking into his house, reclining comfortably on her couch and stretching his legs on the table in front. Michael burst into laughter. He grabbed a can of beer from the fridge and threw it to him in his hands.
Ryan smoothed his hair with his fingers, straightening the hair. They had been inflated and pulled back challenging the laws of gravity, covering them with a sticky coating of extra-strong gel. He removed his dark glasses seventies which covered most of his face, because Michael could appreciate the trick in style Rock'N'Roll , a friend who had helped him to prepare.
He was wearing white flared trousers, paired with a striped shirt unbuttoned and strictly with the collar turned up. A white leather jacket, embroidered with fringes of beads and rhinestones psychedelic hues, completed in a sublime way quell'accozzaglia colors.
"Come prepared, go out tonight," Ryan told him handing a bag.
'E' a joke, right? "muttered glared at him as soon as he opened his hands a red shirt with the words" Kosovo is Serbia "on the front.
"Oh, Phelps ... you are no longer what it once was," huffed crossing his hands behind his head and shaking his head. "Come on, dress like Cavic could be fun. Ok, forget it ... "he corrected as soon as he noticed the expression of pity on his face. "Here, try this" the proposed passing another envelope.
What's this?
"Plan B" he said smiling under his mustache.
harbor area of Baltimore
Pier 16 - 21.00 pm
Rebecca continued to read aloud the name of the boat that Ryan had written on a ticket, along with directions to reach it, convinced it was wrong direction. With his mouth wide open and staring before her, could not believe that anyone would have hired a vessel so luxurious to organize a Halloween party.
The Northern Star was a yacht of 75 meters from the sleek and elegant, with every possible comfort. He climbed on the bridge that accesses to the ship and, after showing the pass to safety note the details, a man beckoned to follow her.
On the deck outside recent addition to the heated pool, a track for the landing of the helicopters that were supposed to serve to transport guests to the most prestigious.
The five levels of the vessel were connected by a staircase made of glass and steel modern design and at least two elevators. Walking behind his leadership, passed through a large hall where, after less than an hour, took place this exclusive party. The crew members, all dressed elegantly, they were preparing the room making sure everything was prepared properly. Everything was great attention to detail. In the background a huge window that opened onto the bow of the vessel allows guests to enjoy the breathtaking view of the bay of Baltimore.
arrive in the kitchens of the service, the man pointed to a dressing room where he could change and fix her things.
"Hello, I'm Alice" cordially introduced himself approaching a girl with slender legs and the expression of alarm.
"Nice, Becky," she said shaking her hand and looking around embarrassed because the woman, as if nothing had happened, he was completely naked.
Alice smiled and, to put it more comfortable, covered with a dressing gown.
"It 's the first time that works for the Glamour Agency?"
Rebecca sat on a chair, rubbing her temples. He had never heard of that agency and began to suspect that Ryan had hidden some details about the work that had caused him.
The night before, he had proposed to serve as a waitress at a private party, organized on a an acquaintance of his boat. He was very vague about the whole thing, but Becky was convinced to accept when she discovered that the pay for one night's work amounted to about half of his monthly salary.
Cut forty-two, right? And I would say more or less than a third of the bra. Indeed, no. A second will be just fine. "
Rebecca looked at her breast, blushing. Compared to that of Alice was undoubtedly small.
"Come, I'll help you prepare," he said taking away the bag of hand.
"We're done with makeup. Not bad, eh? "Said the colleague a few minutes later, pushing the mirror to admire.
was observed without recognizing.
eyelashes are polished with the mascara, bright red lips and a newly designed corner of his mouth he had completely changed his features. Linen, silk stockings and high heels CAPTURE completed the work of transformation.
He could not say a word.
"Next, he raises his arms," said Alice fitting a dress embroidered with black sequins that just licked the buttocks. The border was edged with a fringe of sparkling beads. "And now the final touch," he added combing your hair and gathering them into a thin retina them to put a wig.
"What do you think?"
"I look like a prostitute" mumbled shocked by the image in the mirror.
"They are wonderful twenties," said another. "It 'was Jeff, the billionaire who organized this party, who wanted the waitresses wore a costume of that era.
"I'm leaving!" He said clutching his back trying to detach the garters. "How do I remove this property, damn it!"
"Honey, I do not think is possible."
"Why? This work does not please me at all. "
"Well, I do not know how to tell you, but ... the ship has already sailed."
"What? I strangle Ryan! "
Alice smiled and put his hand on his shoulder to reason with her and took her back in front of the mirror.
"Look baby, you're beautiful."
"Sure, just like a tow on Sunset Boulevard, "he sobbed in a crisis of anxiety.
"Ok, maybe you do not give the prize elegance and refinement Jacqueline Kennedy, but believe me, you have everything you need to make a man crazy. And then no one will recognize you with this short bob hair blacks. Not to mention that we, too, and the other waitresses dressed exactly like you, including wigs. "
He wanted to kick up the backside for the friend he had not explained clearly what the job entailed, but the money made her comfortable.
"All right. I'm ready! "He concluded wearing the mask of feathers lying on the table. "At worst, I'll just try to keep my butt away from the hand of some drunk."
23.00
"So you're having fun, man?" Said Michael Ryan reaching sitting at the poker table.
"I admit that when I've obligated to dress fire fighter I have my doubts, but this party is not bad. The Northern Star is a wonderful ship. One day you will have to explain who you stole this uniform, "he asked lifting the green jacket with the words printed Baltimore Fire Department on his arm.
The hall was full of masked people in every possible way. Vampires, zombies, aliens, monsters and green were the most similar. While the girls were mostly dressed as bunnies or demons from daring necklines.
Beautiful women seemingly willing to meet new people, vintage wine that flowed freely, Lil Wayne as background music, gaming tables to get away with the poker: in short paradise on earth for Michael Phelps. For once his best friend had a brilliant idea.
Rebecca passed from the kitchen to the main hall at least twenty times, carrying trays of canapes with caviar and expensive delicacies, but because of the crowded throughout the ship had not yet managed to find Ryan.
suddenly felt a hand touch my ass so really annoying.
"Hey baby, you like to drink with The King of Rock 'n' Roll?" Said someone blowing behind her ear, trying to be brilliant.
"AAAHHHH! My foot, fuck, "cried the man, when Becky went over there with the tip of the heel, pressing firmly to hurt him.
"So you learn to keep your hands to yourself! And especially not to explain in detail the work that you have given me! "
" Becky? Really you? Tanned in a way that did not recognize you, "admitted Ryan's eyes widened. "Wow, you really are ..."
"I advise you to keep your mouth shut unless you want to start training for the races in the open sea!"
"Truly there would be another small detail that I forgot to talk to "whistled pretending to be a thing of naught. "It 's nonsense, so the ship will dock tomorrow morning at dawn and I do not have problems in managing the situation" added swallowing in one gulp a couple of quiches lorraines that the girl was wearing on the tray.
"What situation, excuse me?"
"There is ... that ... ael" quickly mumbled with his mouth full.
"What did you say? I did not understand. "
"... There's Michael." He repeated more quickly while trying with his eyes the way out next.
"Eh? Doggie, if you continue to not talk while you'll never eat! "
" There's Michael, "he shouted in one breath, running as far away from her, while the scales, Rebecca Phelps saw down on the deck among the guests.
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