The Elevator Seventieth 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.

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

Brittanie picked up her phone, she wanted to call her secret boyfriend.  It was only a secret from Brittanie's mother.  She had forbade Brittanie from seeing a boy that much older than she was.  He was two grades in front of her.

Brittanie pushed the numbers, but then Cardonali got involved.  She didn't send the call, she 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.  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."

Brittanie looked up, she could see Sylvia in the reflection on the elevator's wall.  "I love your outfit!"

"Thank you."

"Especially your shoes."

"I've had these for a long time."

"They look very nice."  In truth, Brittanie was looking more at Sylvia's legs more than her shoes.

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

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