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That night, when Kyle arrived home just after me, I told him about the changes and he wholeheartedly agreed with my decisions. He was overwhelmed with joy when I announced the creation of the Fleet department. He said he was sure my father would have been very proud of me and that I was bringing the business to a new height. When I gave him the sales result of the weekend, he couldn't believe his ears. That was far beyond his wildest expectations. But the scoop of the evening was coming from him. The annual national brand meeting was to be held in our county. That meant a meeting of two days for over five hundred people, as only the official dealers were to be present.

• Do you remember the castle we visited during our trip?

I nodded and took my wallet to retrieve that young woman's business card.

• Do you think it would be big enough for a gathering of so much people?

• The best thing to do is, calling Nicole in the morning and ask her. You need a conference hall, catering and parking space. She is the only one who can tell you if it is doable.

Kyle called Nicole the next morning. He was quite surprised when he learned that she was the actual owner of the castle. She had inherited it from her Grandmother who had preserved it so well. The costs to maintain it were so high that Nicole Bethancourt had to organize events to cover them. Kyle explained her first who he was and how he got her number. She remembered quite well and gave some details to prove it. After some small talk they switched over to business mode.

The sole mention of a corporative event of about five hundred people piqued Nicole's interest at once. The castle was big, but maybe not enough. But Nicole was a businesswoman. She mentioned that the Ball Room was ok for the conference if Kyle accepted just chairs and no tables. If tables had to be included she was limited to four hundred and twenty people and a very small stage. If he left out the tables, the room could host over five hundred people and a bigger stage for the speakers. Of course, if the Ball Room was used for the conference, it was logistically impossible (time-wise) to use it for a meal, but she offered the possibility to put up a huge tent in the garden. If weather permitted it, the sides of the tent could be left out and it was almost an open-air lunch or dinner. The parking space was not a problem as the surrounding fields were property of the castle and could be used. She could organize, if wanted, the necessary sound and microphone equipment, the catering and the necessary personnel for the whole event.

Kyle gave her his e-mail address and asked her to send him a price-offer as soon as possible. He did the same with two other venues but had a clear preference for the castle. They represented an international brand and wanted the annual national brand meeting to be memorable. Nicole's castle was exclusive and in superb surroundings. For her it was important to strike the deal, as it would be a fantastic publicity and advertisement on her web page. Kyle crossed his fingers that the price-offer would fit in the budget as he had a weak spot for the place.

From the three price-offers Kyle had asked, one came back but was far beyond the budget. Nicole's offer and the second one were very similar, but the other venue had not the prestige of a castle. The headquarters had given George Carte Blanche for organizing the event, and George had given it to Kyle as long as it stayed within the budget.

Kyle wanted to go and see Nicole personally. The discussion of such an event couldn't be done by e-mail and by phone only. There were too many details that had to be talked about and the schedule of the event was very strict as well. He agreed with her to see her on a Saturday so that we could have a weekend together. He reserved the nearby gay hotel where we were on our previous trip. We left on a Friday night and relived a small part of the tour we did almost a year ago. We checked in and actually got the same room. The same receptionist was flirting again with us saying we could call him for "anything". Kyle, just as last year, was amused but didn't give it more importance than it had. The evening meal was again excellent and as we didn't have to drive, we allowed ourselves some coffee with liquor.

The next morning after a copious breakfast we went to Kyle's appointment with Nicole. As soon as we passed the iron gate, we saw her silhouette on the steps in front of the main entrance to the castle. She greeted us with a warm smile and led us directly to the huge Ball Room, indicating that it was where the conference could take place. We then went to the back garden and she showed us where the tent could be placed and where a smaller tent would be set up for the kitchen of the caterers. It was a fact that, if the weather allowed it and the sides of the tent would be left out, the sight was breathtaking. She led us through a number of smaller rooms telling us what they could be used for.

Once we were in her office, Kyle showed her the list of requirements for the event. It was not really that much, but it had to be taken into account. She looked it over and said that normally seen it was no problem. Telephone lines and Internet connections were available. The parking space was no problem at all and she said we would go and see it afterwards. The inclined podiums for two cars she wasn't so sure about but called her provider who said it was available. The caterers for serving food and drinks covered the personnel. The caterers once again covered the coffee table with biscuits for the pauses in the morning and the afternoon. The sound system, the decoration of the Ball Room and the tent, the stage, the lightening and the outside inclined podiums were assured by the events company. She assured everything would be ready the day before the actual event and that we could set up the two cars on their respective podiums. Two hours after the start of the negotiation, they agreed and shook hands. A bank transfer of fifty percent would be done on the following Monday and the rest would be paid on the Monday after the event. Nicole said she would send a detailed contract on Monday.

• I have a little surprise for you, said Nicole, I have asked our caterer to prepare us a lunch so that you could sample what he is going to serve during the event.

She led us to another room where a table was dressed in the same way that the tables would be dressed for the event. Kyle seemed to recognize the chef, as it was the same one than at the hotel we were staying at. We already knew the food would be good and it was. The waiter sampled the uniform the personnel would be wearing during the event: dark blue trouser, dark blue shirt and red apron.

All in all, Kyle was super happy about his choice of the venue. He considered Nicole to be very professional and he was convinced she would be the perfect host for the event. When we left, we were amazed to see it was already four o'clock. Time did fly by when things were going well and smoothly. It was obvious Kyle was satisfied with his meeting and looking forward to the event on itself. He was in a very good mood, too. He even suggested doing a little detour and visiting the pond where we had been skinny-dipping. I knew what that meant! I agreed immediately. When we reached the pond the sun was still high in the sky and giving us warmth enough to be sweating. The cool water was certainly going to do us a lot of good. We were faster out of our clothes than out of the car. We ran to the water and divided in as naked as the day we were born. The contrast of the water temperature and the outside one caught us off guard and even took momentarily our breath away, but the human body is a miracle on its own and we adapted very quickly. After a few minutes swimming, the water felt divine. It was only after a few minutes that we realized we were not alone. Two other men were swimming in the pond as well and must have seen us arrive and jump in the water naked. They were looking at us and I didn't know what to do. Kyle on the other hand acted as if there was nothing happening at all and waved to the guys who answered his salute. As if to show us we were not the only one skinny-dipping, one of the guys dove under in such a way that his naked butt could be seen. The other guy swam over to where we were and introduced himself as Mark and saying his friend was called Mark as well. Once his friend was next to us, we all shook hands. After some small talk we could say Mark and Mark were nice guys and had discovered the pond the same way we had: thanks to the GPS. As we were quite close to the shore of the pond we could stand up and have the water at the height of our navels. One of them, who stood closest to Kyle, reached his hand out and was clearly trying to have a feel of Kyle's genitals. Kyle immediately took a step backwards. We made it clear to the guys that we were a couple and monogamous. We were not interested in anonymous and quick sex. The guy who had tried, shrugged his shoulders saying that it was a pity and that we all four could have had some real fun. To prove his point he grabbed his friend by the waist and pressed their crotches together, kissing and making out. It was obvious he intended to get us aroused and in a certain way he did. I felt my cock swell and I was sure Kyle's was not insensible to what he saw. We swam some more hoping our hard-ons would subside but it was too late. The show Mark and Mark were giving us made our organs stay to full attention. They got out of the water and stretched out on the grass. I admitted to Kyle that they were both well proportioned and even nice to look at. He agreed with me but since the first day of our relationship we said we would not indulge any sexual activity with other people. Watching was fine, but touching was not part of our agreement. So we watched those two making out and getting into full an uninhibited sexual intercourse. We got out of the water some distance away and were sporting hard-ons, of course. Just as Mark and Mark, we stretched out on the grass and started to kiss. But we kept our eyes open. The porn show those two were offering us was turning us on big time. Kyle started to mimic what they did and I followed his lead. When one of them started to suck on the other's cock, Kyle engulfed my manhood in his mouth. When one of them spread the other's leg wide open and dove in to rim him, Kyle spread my legs wide and French kissed my rosebud. When finally one of them fucked his friend, Kyle made love to me. The fact another couple was going at it not that far away from us, gave our orgasms a special touch. No, it was not the best orgasm we had ever had. We were not concentrated on what we were doing as we constantly kept an eye on what the others did, but it was good. With Kyle it was ALWAYS good.

When we were spent and came down from our post-orgasmic height, we saw the two guys approaching us.

• We could have enjoyed that all together, one of them said.

• No, we couldn't, said Kyle. We have our love and we don't mind to watch our being watched, but we don't touch and don't let anyone touch us. We are very much in love.

• Oh, said one of the Marks, we are not a couple. We are just fuck-buddies! You see, we are both married and love our wives dearly, but from time to time we need something else. Man-to-man sex is so different and we enjoy it to the fullest when we can.

• Everybody choses his own life, Kyle said. We respect your and hope you can respect ours.

• We do, one of them said.

But I was not convinced. Maybe we were old-fashioned, but thought those two guys were living a lie, not only to their wives, but probably to themselves as well. We were not there to judge or condemn them. As Kyle had clearly stated: everybody choses his own life. We kept the friendly approach and talked about other things. When the sun was going down little by little, we said our good-byes and went our separate ways.

The weekend was over far too fast as usual. Kyle and I had both busy schedules and we enjoyed our little escapades so much. Ok, we were living together and spent our nights together, but during the daytime we didn't see a lot of each other. The re-organization of my sales team was going far better than what I had expected. James had now more time to concentrate on the exclusive cars. Gregg followed James' example and was getting very good results with his team, which accepted him as their new leader. I thought it was time for me to concentrate on my new project: the convertible. Just as for the Alberta and the Jacqueline, I took out older sketches I had made in the past and chose the five, which were closest to what I wanted to design. This time I wanted to have a more "accessible" car and bring the price down so that more people could enjoy it. We had the necessary space for a third assembly line and the initial costs were lower as well as I used the same chassis as the Alberta, although a little enforced due to the lack of stability provided by a roof. The building costs would be less as well as Charles' team had more experience. It would also take me less time to design it as I was getting used to the software I was using.

Kyle was really busy with the national brand's event. There were so many details he had to think of, because he was a perfectionist. Even though he didn't have to, he wanted to show George that he was worth the trust George had put in him. He was in constant contact with Nicole and the event's company she recommended. Fortunately, Nicole had foreseen a lot of things in her price-offer and was really in charge of making it all as perfect as Kyle wished. He was so busy that he went to his office even during the weekends. I took the opportunity to go on with the design of the convertible in all its necessary details. Even though I had told my primal idea to Kyle, I was decided to not reveal anything more to him till the car was actually finished. The reason was quite simple: I wanted it to be finished and give him one for our tenth anniversary together. I had nine month to achieve my goal.

Kyle was exhausted. He had put so much energy in the event that he had problems sleeping. I noticed as well that he was eating less and losing weight. I asked him several time if he was ok but he said I didn't have to worry, that it was all due to the event that he wanted perfect. I didn't insist, but made a mental note to take some well-deserved time off as soon as the event was over.

Finally, the event was about to happen. The previous day Kyle had gone to the castle and saw that Nicole, indeed, was true to her word. Everything they had discussed was already in place and they were arranging the last details. There were flowers about everywhere and the place was more than inviting. The two latest models of the brand had been but up at both sides of the main entry on the inclined podiums. The logo of the brand could be seen wherever you looked. The Ball Room, converted in conference room, was exuding automobile masculinity but with the touch of class that our brand was requiring. The guys of the event's company were checking out the sound system and even in the back of the room, whatever was said through the microphone came out clear and well. The caterers were setting up the tent with the tables and chairs and even stating to dress the tables with the tablecloths and floral centerpieces. About twenty guys and girls were busy with plates, glasses and cutlery. Nicely folded napkins adorned the plates.

In the entry of the castle various tables were set-up for our personnel and the info-stand. In the adjacent room, which was almost as big as the Ball Room, tables were set-up for serving coffee and biscuits at the arrival of the guests and would be used as well for the coffee pauses. Kyle's personal assistant was overviewing that everything was according to the contract and when she saw Kyle she had one of the brightest smile in the county. She was so happy that her job had been made so easy. Michelle, Kyle's PA, and Nicole were getting along as if they had been doing that for years. There was an obvious complicity between them.

The day of the event, George was the absolute first to arrive. Kyle greeted him and gave him the tour of the venue. George was flabbergasted to say the least.

• This is the first annual meeting I know that has been set-up so beautifully with the budget you received. I am really proud of you Kyle and I'll have to give a special thanks to Junior for suggesting hiring you!

Soon the place was bussing like a beehive. Comments about the place could be heard from everywhere and all were positive. At nine thirty sharp George was standing behind the microphone and in front of the five hundred people that attended the conference. His speech was pleasant because he used quite some metaphors and humor, but he his message was clear. On a big screen, the sales results were projected showing an obvious increase compared to the previous year. He thanked everybody for it. He also announced some new measures, a new model and special offers that would take place during the following year. His speech took a little over two hours, but was not boring at all. It was interesting and I saw a lot of my fellow dealers taking notes feverishly. When George noticed that, he said that a booklet had been printed for all of them and that they could concentrate on what was on display instead of losing parts of his speech by writing down notes.

When George finished, he announced a coffee break of about half an hour and that afterwards Kyle would go into details of some of the points that he had mentioned. After the coffee break Kyle indeed was standing in front of the crowd. I had no idea he would be so at ease speaking in public. He had been such a bundle of nerves before the event and was now a total different man, addressing the dealers. I was so proud of him. He had captivated everybody's attention and you could have heard a fly going through the room. When it was time to end his speech and letting everybody go to the garden for the lunch, he asked for a special attention. He then explained that it was worth showing the improvements of one dealership in conquering new clients. On the big screen I could see pictures of the OUR workshop and showroom. I had no idea he was going to show that! If I was proud of him, it was nothing compared to the pride he took in showing all aspects of my new dealership. He mentioned the efficiency of the workshop, the novelty about our new computer software and last but not least the results we had reached in an efficient sale's team. He asked me to stand up and I received a big round of applause.

The lunch was delicious, but the professional approach of the caterers was just stunning. Everybody was served in record time. The weather was fantastic and, as Nicole had promised, the sides of the tent were open. The views were beautiful and it was as if we were having lunch in the open air. Nicole had an eye for everything. It was obvious she had some experience in organizing events at her castle.

In the afternoon there was another conference and I was surprised to see my own IT man standing on stage. He explained our brand new software that he had created for the dealership, pointing to the advantages and the efficiency at the moment to make the invoices. The user-friendly program also allowed having a detailed overview of the stock in real time. It had apparently been Kyle's idea to call him as he had seen how it worked at my place. I was a little bothered that I had not been consulted, but quite proud to see that my IT man was collecting huge success. When he was finished, Kyle went back on stage and asked if the dealers thought it would be a good idea to have that software installed in every dealership. There was a unanimous applause. After the afternoon's coffee break it was George who came back on stage with a surprise. He had put up an incentive campaign. The fifty best selling dealerships would receive a trip a luxury hotel in the Maldives! A few pictures of the Maldives and the hotel came on screen and it was more than appealing.

Shortly after that the conference was called finished but there was still the possibility to have coffee or refreshments. Around six most of the participants had gone.

The following day was for the workshop managers and was a pure technical conference. It was all about improvements on electronic devises and ways to service the cars. It was about some innovations and solutions for reported problems. George and Kyle just made small introduction speeches and then left the place to the engineers and other technical managers. They just left the room and went to sit in the garden with their coffees.

• Kyle, first of all I want to thank you for this annual meeting. It was just perfect! I admit I didn't expect less from you, but you have surpassed my expectations. It was totally flawless and well organized. All details have been covered.

• Thank you George, I am happy you appreciate the efforts of all the people who made this possible.

• Don't underestimate yourself Kyle, you were the leading force behind it!

He sipped from his coffee before going on.

• But... Yes, there is always a "but"... I am a bit worried. You look tired and it seems you lost some weight. Are you all right? You know you have a full medical coverage and I really would like you to use it if you need it!

• Oh George, don't start like Junior, please. I'm fine. The stress and the tension of the last month have been getting to me. I admit it. There is nothing to worry. There is nothing going on that can't be remedied by a few days off and a good catch-up of sleeping hours.

• Are you sure about that?

• Yes I am! Stop worrying. Or is it that Junior talked with you?

• No, he didn't, but it makes me think. If he has mentioned it and I mention it, too... Then maybe it is true that we saw changes in you. I really would appreciate if you used the commodity of the health insurance you have.

• Ok, I will if you two stop worry about me. But I tell you it is all because I lived on my nerves! I am healthy. Junior and I go running quite often, we eat healthy...

George interrupted him.

• Eating healthy? From what I saw yesterday you almost didn't touch your plate!

Kyle thought about it and had to admit George was right. He almost didn't eat at all the whole day.

After the event, time flew by again! Kyle and I had a lot on our hands. I had mentioned to Kyle I was working on the design of a new car but that I wanted to do it in my own and present him the finished product as a surprise. I had moved my design computer to the office to be sure he wouldn't be tempted to steal a look at it. When my design was finished, I called a meeting with Charles and the best men of both teams of the Alberta and the Jacqueline. I told them before showing my sketches and computer prints that the whole project would be secret this time, as I wanted to give Kyle the finished product as a gift for our tenth anniversary.

Then I talked to James. I explained my purpose to him, too. He had a smile on his face and said it would be difficult to hide from Kyle. I insisted it was a must. In the showroom of the exclusive cars we set-up the place for a third car. The space was surrounded by a metal structure that held up flame red curtains. On the curtains there was a big V and a question mark in black. I had decided to call the convertible Veronique, in memory of one of my best friends who had died of cancer. The company who made the chassis of the Alberta had no problems at all to reinforce it to compensate the lack of solidity provided by a roof. It increased the weight of it, but it was a safety measure that we could not overlook. Charles and his team did miracles in creating the necessary body parts. I asked them an extra effort this time, as I wanted two cars assembled at the same time: one for Kyle and one for the showroom. Charles scratched in his hair when I asked that, but I knew he could do it.

In the mean time, Kyle went to see the doctor. Even though the event was over, he still didn't eat a lot and was often tired without any apparent reason. The doctor ordered a complete check-up. Kyle would have to enter the hospital for a full day and they would perform all the possible tests form blood analyses to a complete scan. Kyle hated just the idea of having to go to the hospital, but the doctor convinced him that it was the best way to know if anything was going wrong. Thanks to the medical insurance he had as part of his wages and a particular phone call from George to the hospital manager, he didn't have to wait at any of the examinations and was released around five in the afternoon. The wait for the results was excruciating. Even though he was convinced nothing was wrong with him, he still was nervous. I tried to calm him down as much as I could but to no avail. The only thing left was to give him a full body massage with a happy ending. The sole mention of it brought a smile on his face.

We went up to our bedroom and I fetched the baby oil we used for such occasions. We stripped and lay down on the bed, Kyle face down. I straddled his butt and started at his shoulders as usual. There were a few nervous knots to which I paid special attention, taking my time to have him completely relaxed. I went down, rubbing his body in the way I knew he would enjoy it the most, kneading his buttocks as id I was making bread, spreading them form time to time to cause an arousal for him as well as for me. I massaged him from shoulders to toes and then asked him to turn over. It was obvious that my arousing technique was having the desired effect as he was sporting a huge hard-on. I straddled his hips and sat directly on his manhood that I could feel throbbing. I massaged his front, carefully avoiding his cock, as I knew he wouldn't need a lot to ejaculate his juice. When I reached his toes again I asked him one more time to flip over. I then spread baby oil all over my front and lay down on him. I rubbed his body with mine and his moans were a clear sign of appreciation. My cock was swelling fast to full mast. After almost ten years of making love together, I knew how to position myself so that I wouldn't need my hands to guide it right on target. I entered him with ease, as he was so relaxed. It always amazed me how much heat my cock found inside of him. I slowly pumped in and out of him, putting some extra pressure on his prostate. Kyle groaned and moaned and wiggled with his butt, causing great sensations in my nether regions. Each time I sensed one of us would go over the edge, I slowed down to have an orgasm fade away. Once I felt it was safe, I started my thrusts again. As always we were oblivious of time and when we reached our climaxes once again I increased the speed and the strength of my thrusts. Feeling Kyle's ass-muscles contract I knew he was spurting his juice under him. Knowing that and letting the sensation overwhelm me, I deposited my seeds in his bowels. I kept inside of him as long as I could, but nature took over, my cock deflated and plopped out. I collapsed on his back and tried to catch my breath. I waited till my heartbeat came back to normal to slide off of him. Before that happened, I heard Kyle snoring lightly. I guessed I had him relax more than enough!

Finally, the day of the final tests of the two Veronique's were there. We loaded them on two trailers, but covering them up so that nobody could see them on the way to the circuit. Our faithful pilot was there and was actually looking forward to test one of my designs again. Just as the two previous times he was more than enthusiastic about the Veronique. The Veronique I was destined to be Kyle's car and the Veronique II for the showroom. As Charles and his team were there I let them each have a drive with the Veronique II. I did a few rounds with the Veronique I. The test pilot signed all the necessary papers and we had the permission to bring the car on the road in no time.

The Veronique II was driven into the showroom, but was still hidden with the curtains.

The day previous to our anniversary I had called Kyle's PA, Michelle, to say he wouldn't be in the next day. She was getting used to calls like that from me. She didn't ask any questions, just took what I said as a fact. I then called George, explaining what my plan was for the next day and asking if he and his wife would mind to be present. He accepted, of course. That same night, when Kyle arrived home, we had some small talk. I had prepared our evening meal and asked Kyle to go down to the cellar for a bottle of wine. As he always took his time to chose a bottle. I knew I had the time to take his keys and hide them. I had to avoid that he left the house in the morning.

The day of our anniversary Kyle woke me up by making love to me. After reaching our climaxes he said it was better than breakfast in bed, but then he got up quickly saying he was going to be late for work.

• No you won't. Not today.

• Baby, I have important meetings this morning. I know it is our anniversary and I'll make it up to you tonight, but now I really have to get ready to go.

I saw he was more than determined and was happy I had hidden his keys. I didn't even have time to join him in the shower, as he was out of it before I reached the bathroom. He dressed quickly and almost ran down the stairs saying he would ask Michelle to order something for breakfast. I waited for a few seconds, sitting on the edge of the bed and knew what was coming. I heard him swear and curse the whole world for not finding his keys. I ran to the bathroom and in the shower before he got a chance to come up the stairs again and asking me where his keys were.

• Don't worry, I said, I'll drive you if you don't find your keys. Give me time to finish my shower and get dressed. Meanwhile, go to the kitchen and eat something!

But he was already on the phone to warn Michelle he would be late. She played the game and said she had everything under control.

I finished my shower, shaved and dressed. I had a smile on my face the entire time. When I was finally ready, I took my keys and wallet and we were in my car and on the road. He noticed of course that I was not taking the road to his office. I told him I had to go to the dealership first and that he shouldn't worry as Michelle had been advised. He was almost entering a bad mood, but when we reached the dealership and saw the curtains in the showroom, he turned to me with a smile.

• I guess you have a surprise for me...

• Yes, I have. The Veronique is finished and I wanted you to be the first to see it.

He took my hand in his and kissed it. We entered the showroom and Kyle didn't understand why George and his wife were there.

• They needed someone to pull on this string, George said.

Indeed, there was a system of flash-drop installed at the top of the curtain. That meant that when George would pull the cord, the entire curtain all around would drop to the floor. I positioned Kyle at the best place to discover the Veronique. We had a little countdown from three... two... one! And George pulled on the cord. The curtain was on the floor in a split second and the four-seater convertible was visible. Kyle lifted his hand to his mouth and didn't say a word. He was awestruck. The Veronique in all its beauty was there. The straight but fluid lines accentuated its length. The body color was iridescent white, meaning that depending on the light falling on the car you had very light pink, green, yellow and blue reflections. The interior was soft beige with contrasting red seams. The dashboard was covered in the same leather but with a diamond pattern on it. All the instruments were individual circles, neatly integrated in the leather. That car was made to de driven with the top down, but when you covered it the top was in the same beige as the interior. Even if I say so myself, the design of the alloy wheels was just spectacular, giving the car an almost aggressive appearance.

Kyle went around the car, looking at it from all angles. For the first time since I knew him, Kyle didn't know what to say. He went to sit in the car and admired the high-tech finishing. He came back out and went one more time around the car. He then came up to me, took my face in his hands and kissed me.

• This is an absolute masterpiece! This is the most beautiful car I have ever seen. I know, I know, I said that with the Alberta and with the Jacqueline as well, but this is fabulous!

He turned to James and said:

• I will sign an order right now! I want one!

James, very phlegmatic looked at him and said:

• It's ready sir!

• Ok, give me your pen and I'll sign it.

• No sir, I think you didn't understand me. The car is ready!

Kyle looked at me quizzically. I took him by the hand and led him to the Veronique workshop. Veronique I was ready to go on the road. I took a card from my pocket, as the Veronique had no keys. The card opened the doors and switched on the road lights as soon as it was close enough to the car. Those cards were personalized and his just was black with his name printed on it in flame red. I handed him the card.

• This is the Veronique I and it is all yours my Love!

He took the card and went closer to the car. Once within reach we heard the central locking working and the road lights switch on. He went even closer, walked around the car and finally sat in it. On the dashboard there was a Start/Stop button and he pressed. It was as if nothing happened. The car was so silent you didn't even hear the engine start. Kyle looked puzzled but once his eyes fell on the dashboard he saw that the indicators told him the engine was running. He pushed the button again and the indicators went back to their original place.

Kyle came out of the car again and came over to me. I had a bright smile on my face and just said: "Happy Anniversary". That's when Kyle collapsed and fell on the floor.

To be continued if you guys tell me you love the story. All comments welcome at amahy1957@gmail.com