Story 1
Michael noiselessly tiptoed into the room with a smiling six year old in his arms. He placed his pointer finger to his lips and signaled little Sarah to remain quiet.
Bonnie was too preoccupied with the specimen under the microscope to notice the quickly approaching ambush. She had a habit of becoming so overly engrossed in her work, that everything going on around her just slipped into a foggy oblivion.
That’s why she leapt into the air as a pair of hands poked into her sides. Lividly she shouted, “WHAT ON EARTH?!”
She spun around furiously, ready to strike what she had assumed to be an intruder.
Discovering that the the interloper was none other than the mischievous Michael Knight , who happened to be holding a young girl, her hands quickly recoiled mid-swing and came to rest upon her chest.
Had Michael done that without the child, she may have really slugged him for his ill-timed interruption.
"MICHAEL! You…. you," she gave up trying to find an adequate word to describe her poodle permed co-worker.
The girl in Michael’s arms innocently yelled, “Gotcha!” Her joyful and obviously pleased laughter lifted musically into the air.
The sound of her laughter brought an devilish smile and delightful chuckle from Michael’s lips, causing Bonnie’s scowl to dissolve rather quickly.
"Yes, you both got me," Bonnie admitted running her trembling hand through her brunette locks.
"Now, what are you two up to?" She inquired inquisitively placing both of her hands on her hips.
