Bradley Stephens was shrouded in his shadow.  The Vice Principal towered over him.

[color=8a2be2]"I don't know what you're talking about.  It wasn't me."[/color]

The freshly carved 'B-RAD' in the new BMW's paintwork, and the matching paint shavings that were still hanging [b]ON[/b] his keys, [b]IN[/b] his hands, begged to differ.

The man grunted.  Minutes later the youth was sat outside of the Principal's office.  His keys now carving a fresh 'B-RAD' into the chair which he was perched upon...

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[color=8a2be2]"Don't worry about me, sure, I'll be gone a while, and they can be a bit wild.  But I'll behave myself."[/color]

[color=red]"It's OK.  I trust you.  I know I can trust you.  Just don't let those others lead you astray."[/color]  Nicole kissed his forehead, whilst he tied the laces on his leather dress shoes.

[color=8a2be2]"The kids..?"[/color]

[color=red]"Are at friends' houses.  Won't be back until Sunday night.  I have a half a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and a season and a half of [i]Greys[/i]..."[/color]

[color=8a2be2]"Sooo... having your own party, huh?  HA HA HAHAHA HA HAHA!"[/color]  He interjected, with a familiar laugh that brought a smile to her face - he was warm and quick to laugh, she thought - but grated so many others.

[color=red]"Just telling you not to worry about me.  You have a good night."[/color]

Having finished tying his shoes, he returned her kiss on the forehead with one of his own.  Before taking the time and opportunity with no kids around to share one kiss, before grabbing the keys off the kitchen table.  The BMWs alarm beeped once obnoxiously as the M2 in the driveway unlocked.

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He pulled the M2 up in the carpark next to a blue Jeep Wrangler that was parked too close to the line, and opened his driver's door into it.  It's occupants were gone, presumably already on the ship.  Ahh, it'd probably buff right out.

The obnoxious beep again, and the clicking of the locks as he made his way to the gangplank.

[color=8a2be2]"Hey Indy!  Wrong boat for the expedition to recover the sunken city of Hy-Brasil!  HA HA HAHAHA HA HAHA!  Long time, no hear from!"[/color]

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