The Elevator Sixty-Second Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused trouble to others for his own amusement. Cardonali had the ability to put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted to. He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an elevator waiting to see who would get in.

Patrick entered the elevator.  Sylvia was already inside.  They had seen each other in the building but had never really talked.

Patrick picked up his phone, he wanted to call his secret girlfriend.  It was only a secret from Patrick's mother.  She had forbidden Patrick from seeing a girl that much younger than he was.  She was two grades behind him.

Patrick pushed the numbers, but then Cardonali got involved.  He didn't send the call, he put down the phone and without looking back said, "Can I come to your apartment?"

Sylvia never once looked up when she answered, "No, my fool husband is at home."

"Damn, I've been looking forward to seeing you all day."

"Me too.  Can I come to your house?"

"I don't know.  Maybe at 4 o'clock when my mom takes my brother to soccer.  She'll be gone for about an hour."

"That's not enough time."

"It's all we have.  I wish she understood how I felt.  All the girls at my school are children.  You're a woman.  Then it would all be OK.  Doesn't she understand that we love each other?  That age doesn't matter?"

"I guess not.  Call me when they leave."

Patrick looked up, he could see Sylvia in the reflection on the elevator's wall.  "God, you're so sexy!"

Silvia smiled at Patrick.

"Those legs!"

"It's almost my floor.  Give me a kiss to hold me over until you call."

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