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Brandi later would remember the incident clearly to the last detail. “A package arrived for you.” Her husband held up a FedEx box. Brandi took the package, shook it slightly. “Wonder what it is—this Michael Perry has sent me stuff before, but it disturbs me since I don’t know him. He is an Este Lauder representative though.” “Maybe you do know Michael Perry but don’t associate the name with the face.” She shrugged. “Maybe. I see all kinds of people and can’t remember everybody. But often strangers send me gifts.” Heck, she was a model and champion soccer player, so strangers did send her gifts. Yet it was weird to get gifts from strangers, even now, when she’d been famous so long. That stalker still had her nerves rattled. But she’d look and see. Slowly she pulled away the cardboard and tissue to reveal and perfume box. “Oh, Aliage Sport Fragrance Spray, my favorite! I’ll wear it to my game tonight. Thanks for bringing it to the club for me.” Taking the bottle from the box, she squirted her neck and arms, luxuriantly. “You’re welcome,” Dan said. “To tell you the truth, I associate you with that perfume. You were wearing it when I first you.” Kissing her, he stood and left. After the door had shut behind him, Sheila spoke. “I didn’t want to interrupt the intimate moment, but may I have some of that? I’ve lent you some of mine.” “Sure, why not? I have more at home, but I forgot it.” As the women misted themselves, the locker room became sweet with Aliage. That World Cup game they won. Not that the victory or score mattered later, when the disease Michael Perry, scientist and stalker, secreted in the perfume spread around the club and the world. [300 words] |