0 comments/ 13083 views/ 3 favorites The Thief Of Hearts By: The Bard For years I have wandered about searching out adventure in all its forms and yet I cannot say I have ever experienced life as The Thief of Hearts had. I suppose if I am to tell this story correctly you should understand it's origins. Today is April 6/2235 but my story started about 3 months ago. I came across an old dusty diary while searching out treasures in an antique store, and although it was locked I still managed to open it. The following excerpt is directly from those pages, although I am unsure as to their veracity. "I know that on occasion I am want to stretch the truth, but still for the sake of posterity I would like to relate the history of The Thief of Hearts. I write this knowing full well that perhaps some of it may not have happened exactly as depicted, but still I will try to do my best recalling both impressions and feelings as I remember them. Some of the details will also come from comments others have related, particularly those which pertain to myself, and the events in question. Amanda Trueheart " From all the information I have gathered Amanda Trueheart was indeed a sweet, sexy, talented woman, who lived at the top of a high bluff overlooking the city far below. Her home had 18 rooms, but she rarely spent much time in most of them, as her work required her elsewhere. In fact with the exception of the bedroom, pool, and gym the only time she spent in the other rooms was on evenings like that night. On the night in question, Amanda was hosting a fancy dress party for the cream de la cream in the art world. Although it is true her individual specialty was fine jewelry, she still had a passion for the finer works of art as well. It is also true that even there she was bound to be questioned about some piece of interest, a fact which as it turns out did not go unnoticed. Miss Trueheart was perhaps the finest authority on gems and jewelry in North America and thus, on a regular basis people came to her for opinions, evaluations, and yes sometimes even looking for a buyer. She well knew that some of these were, shall we say liberated pieces, but she also had a reputation of being quite discrete and accepted each query in the spirt in which it came. All this having now been said let us turn our attention to the facts as related. Amanda was dressed in a long floor length sleeveless velvet evening gown, which had a silver fox fur collar, and provocative slit up her right leg. A bit too high perhaps, but it always made her feel sexy, and she finished the outfit off with the sheerest of black pantyhose, (no panties though; the lines would ruin this dress), 4 inch stiletto heels and of course her charismatic smile. Due to the sheer number of guests and their companions she was unsure as to who half these people were, but those she did know kept her fairly busy with idle conversation. As she passed from room to room chatting with the various guests, she would occasionally notice a tall greying gentleman lurking in the distance. He seemed to be watching her, and although he was not displeasing to look at, it was still getting on her nerves. Amanda was sure she did not know him, but strangely enough he also seemed to be alone, and so she decided she would question him. This proved to be harder than she thought though, for each time she tried, she was stopped by one of the other guests. Then as she excused herself, the man would always have disappeared. Again and again it occurred and each time she tried to seek him out, she would be again stopped by a guest, and each time she engaged in conversation, he would suddenly appear again. After about two hours of playing this untouching tag Amanda finally decided that the next time she wouldn't stop no matter what until she knew, and then suddenly there he was again. As nonchalantly as she could, she excused herself, and the chase was on. Taking her from room to room, each time just barely catching a glimpse of him as he passed into the next. Finally as Amanda came to the back quarter of the house she knew she had him, for now his only choices were to the pool, to the gym, to her bedroom or back towards herself. Of the three rooms only her bedroom had another exit but it was doubtful that he knew that, and so it was merely a matter of choice and for her follow. He chose the pool which by all accounts was the worst of the three for there was no place to hide, and no place to go, but as she entered she was surprised to find she was there alone. Looking about there were no waves in the pool, no ropes, no windows open, just an empty pool room ... with a table, flowers, champagne and a candle. Curious she went to the table and there saw an envelope wrapped in a black ribbon and a jewelry box. The envelope was written in flowering calligraphy, but merely said "Thanks". Once again Amanda looked around before picking up the envelope, then she removed the ribbon and opened it. There she found a key and an address but nothing else. The address much like the face of the envelope is written in flowery calligraphy and held no clue as to the sender. It is located in the mountains far off in the countryside a place oddly enough close to where she grew up. Next she picked up the jewelry box and open it. Inside sat the Pearls of Gala a set of 4 jumbo black pearls carved in the image of a dragon and strung together to form a living necklace. She knew this piece very well, for she valued it over 5 years ago, and in fact tried to steal it only six months ago, for in addition to her profession in the gem world she was also one of the best thieves ever to have lived. Amanda had always prided herself on finding a target piece usually through an evaluation process and then years later liberating it under the owners very nose. As most of the finest pieces were either already stolen or so highly insured there was never a great deal of publicity, Amanda quickly learned that once in her possession the target piece held very little baggage. She would then would use her professional talents to alter the piece for a custom design requirement or hold it for her own collection, and this particular piece was slotted for the latter purpose. Thus it came as quite a shock when she attempted to steal it only to find the piece was not in any of the owner's places of residence, nor in his "private" vaults. She had assumed that it was sold or was being carried, and she had not had the opportunity to explore this further. She knew only too well that asking the owner a direct question about a peace she had seen once only five years ago would to say the least raise some suspicion, and thus she considered the piece lost for the time being. Back to the problem at hand though, who was this man? How did he know she wanted this piece? And perhaps even more importantly, where the heck did he go? What was the thank you for? What was the key for? And for that matter what was at that address? Her head was beginning to spin with all the unanswered questions, and yet she could not be seen with this piece and had no time to put it away. She knew she could not leave it out here in the open, dared not risk carrying the bulky jewelry box around, and so she removed it from the box only to find it had a tiny silver cylinder attached. The cylinder was about three inches long and a quarter inch in diameter, affixed in such a way to the necklace that it would require cutting off otherwise the necklace would be broken. It was smooth with no openings, but still she didn't like the looks of it. Damn! She thought, what to do. Suddenly the door to the pool room opened and the original owner of that very necklace entered. With no time Amanda turned briefly so that the slit in her dress was away from the advancing gentleman, and deftly slipped the piece into the top of her pantyhose. In the same fluid motion she then picked up the champagne, and turned back to greet him. She was acutely aware though that since she was unable to use both hands the piece had slid down over the soft fur of her mound, and she thanked God her hands had warmed it first. Hello Serge, Amanda began, its so nice to see you Oh no, he replied, the pleasure is all mine. Surprised to see him at all Amanda continues; I thought you were out of the country Serge. Oh I was, he replied, but when I got your email that someone wanted a discrete buyer for the Star of Shiba I had to come back, and see it for myself. My email???? Amanda repeats questioningly. She knew she didn't send an email for that piece, as it was in her private collection, but now someone was obviously playing with her. Unfazed Serge replies, yes under our private account. You sent me an email telling me that the Star of Shiba was shining for the right planet. Mind now racing; Amanda tried to consider all the possibilities. Someone knew of her possession of the Star of Shiba. They knew who the owner of the Pearls of Gala was. They knew he was not above buying stolen merchandise, and they knew of her private account system. Adding to this was the fact that this unknown perpetrator(s) accessed her account and used it to combine all these things here now. Her life seemed to be instantly unraveling, what to do? Beneath her calm exterior Amanda's heart was racing along with her mind, there must be a way out... think... Unable to think of anything else she tells Serge... Oh yes, well I don't actually have the Star of Shiiiiba... (Suddenly she felt a warmth spread over the pearls, and this was accompanied by a slight vibration)... continuing Amanda says the "owner" wanted to feel out the market fffffirst...(again the pearls became warm and vibrated within her pantyhose). Serge asked; is everything ok Miss Trueheart? Still shocked at this current turn of events Amanda tries to reply, Yesssss... but the pearls warm and vibrate for a third time. I guesssss, I just had toooo much to drink, she continues smiling wanly at her predicament. God what's happening she wondered, then she tried to nonchalantly shift the pearls, but their carved nature would not allow them to move within the smooth tight pantyhose. Serge unaware of the true cause of Amanda's discomfort comes to her side and takes her arm. Perhaps then; he says, you have had enough. Taking her drink and returning it to the table Oh that's for sure, Amanda says, thinking in double meanings. As Serge takes Amanda's glass from her hand and turns to put it on the table, she quickly attempts to shift the pearls again, but as she pulls the top of her pantyhose open they slip lower. Damn!!! she thinks, knowing there is no time, for already Serge is turning back, and so she reluctantly smooths her dress along her hips. Serge now starts to escort Amanda out of the pool room and asks if she'd like to lay down, but she says no, there are people she must talk with yet. Suddenly as he escorts her back into the main rooms, the vibrations start again, but this time it is not a slight intermittent pulse, but a long constant buzz. This combined with the lower position of the cylinder, which is now just above her sweet lips, causes Amanda to misstep, but also causes Serge to act as her shadow. Damn!!! she screams to herself. Why me? Why tonight? and ohhhhh my God its getting me wet. Now with Serge staying so close, Amanda knew she would either have to excuse herself or allow it to continue, and in that event she was not sure how long she could hold out. Even now her body was feeling the effect, sooo hot, sooo wet, soooo sweet. She could feel the fluids starting to slide down her legs and she closed her eyes to savor the experience...NO dammit!!! Amanda chastised herself, don't give in. She started to look around for Serge, but need not have bothered for he was close enough to almost touch her, and then the vibration doubled in intensity. Ohh; Amanda says out load, and then quickly tries to cover by saying; Serge I think I'm going to be sick, I better go to the bathroom. A look of concern crosses Serge's face and he instantly starts to escort Amanda away, and for a brief moment the intensity lessens. Then as she passes through the first archway she sees that strange man again. Torn between stopping this torture and cornering the man she pauses and suddenly he looks up at her and smiles. Much like her own smile his is warm and inviting, and so she steps towards him only to experience an increase in the vibrations. Ohhhhhh God, Amanda thinks, that's soooooooo nice. Her breathing starts to falter, coming in shorter and shorter intervals, as her body approaches orgasm, but true to his nature Serge is there for support. The pleasure increases again causing Amanda to become a little more unstable in her high heels, forcing Serge to slip his hand under Amanda's arms for increased support. It is obvious he was now worried she not going to make it to the bathroom in time, but the increased pressure causes Amanda to turn and look at Serge. Her body has begun to show signs of her condition for her skin glistens with a fine sheen of perspiration and Amanda at least can detect the slight scent of her excitement, even her nipples now ache for attention which she so wishes she could supply but suddenly she remembers the strange man. Fearing he has suddenly vanished again, Amanda forces herself to again look at him, only this time he didn't move. Instead once he was sure he had Amanda's attention he again smiles, adds a wink, and raises a hand to wag a finger in the air in a simple "No" motion. Serge asks Amanda; do you know him? Just as a new wave of pleasure washes over her Nnnnoo,, Not yet she responds, but as she takes another step, the vibration increases once again. Shivers pass through Amanda's body and a moan escapes her lips as she experiences the first wave of a minor orgasm. This also caused her knees to buckle slightly, but Serge manages to get her up, and then without another word he hustles her of to the bathroom. As Amanda is moved away the vibrations begin to lessen, too late to prevent the sweet wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure, but suddenly she realizes it was all some kind of elaborate plan. Vowing this is not the end, she enters the bathroom, still escorted by Serge finally collapsing upon the toilet. Thanks Serge; Amanda says; I'll be fine now. But Serge still worried asks; are you sure? I could stay here and help. Instantly she responds; no... no really I'll be fine now. Thanks again. Please close the door on your way out, and so Serge leaves. Slipping her hand into her pantyhose Amanda retrieves the necklace which is now slick with her own juices. The smell of excitement fills the room and she is so wet from the experience. Even now though with the wave after wave of orgasm Amanda knows she still wants more. No time for that now though Amanda thinks, examining her prize. The small cylinder has stopped vibrating, and suddenly she realizes the brilliance of this plan, it could have gone no other way and yet even though she was the victim she still had to smile. The rest of the party was uneventful, and no mater how much she scanned the crowd Amanda never did see that fellow again, but at least she had a few places to start. First she knew he must have taken the necklace, that meant he was a very skilled thief. Next she had his little toy, which after she dissected it should provide some clues if not answers, and finally she had the key and address he left. That of course would be the last place to go even though logically one might consider it your first. LATER THAT SAME EVENING... The warm summer wind begins to blow, taking with it the edge of Amanda's skirt. Her legs feel the sweet cooling sensation as occasionally it flares open and the wind dances over her exposed skin. She cannot remember many nights like this, the moon high in the sky, the temperature just right, alone except that is for the sweet scent of her lovers cologne. Suddenly she feels him close. Then as he brushes a hand through her silken hair, he leans in to whisper; I want you darling. His warm breath tingles as it dances over her ear and she responds; here? Oh yes; he says; shall I tell you about it? Mmhmm Amanda responds through closed lips. Now in the softest voice he says, Well my darling first lets make this more enjoyable, just relax as I tell you with my words and hands. Allow your body to be swept away, and all I ask is that you remain with your eyes closed. Then after I am finished if you like my proposal then we can make love. It all sounded so sweet, so thrilling even, and Amanda knew that this new experience would forever remain with her. Once again he spoke, now with a voice so soft she strained to hear the words. Darling, only if your eyes remain closed will the true pleasure come through, otherwise the mood will be broken. Imagine if you will the pleasure of passionate kisses; and suddenly the softest of kisses brushed her lips, making Amanda gasp slightly. The pleasure of caresses; and with that her hair and neck were stroked, and the pleasure of making love. With these final words she felt a long slow stroke through the soft hair of her pussy. It caused her legs to tingle, and again she gasped from the soft unexpected touch. Somewhere in the back of her mind she repeated the caution, don't open your eyes for then the mood will be broken, and thus instead of opening them she merely said; Ohhhhh yesss. Amanda's back arched as the teasing caresses continued, thrilling as the pleasure increases, and yet never did she open her eyes. Then as the tip of a finger delicately parted the wet lips, and lightly brushed the opening, Amanda's hips began to grind. Good; comes that soft voice again; very good. Now my darling let me tell you how I want you. I would start by escorting you down to the beach, where I would have a fire prepared. Would you like to be on the beach with me in front of a fire? Mmhmm Amanda responds, never missing a beat of her now rhythmic grinding. We are alone my darling and the sand is so inviting shall I remove your skirt and blouse? Mmhmmm comes her instant reply Now with a touch so delicate Amanda feels her skirt begin to slide away. It feel so nice as the material floats across her skin and only slightly cooler. You are now standing on the warm beach; prompts the voice. Your body naked from the waist down when suddenly I lean in close and steal a kiss. Amanda's mind is swimming in the imagery offered and her lips part ever so slightly in response. Then she feels the tenderness as first the upper, then the lower lip is gently sucked in turn. It is so stimulating she offers her tongue to taste his, but already he has moved on and thus she slowly licks her own lips and offer a moan of appreciation instead. I see that your sweet nipples are already standing proudly, the voice offers. Here; it continues; guiding her hand to one; feel how it aches for a gentle touch. Amanda's hand softly cups her own breast. It is in fact just as he says, nipple hard and aching for attention. She slides her palm over it, causing the material to drag slightly and thus increase the pleasure. Ohhh she moans, as she continues to tease guiding her fingers to trap the excited bud. Ohhhh yess Amanda calls out. The other one darling requires attention too; the voice says. Perhaps I should help... no, perhaps not it teases; I think you should keep showing me. Now Amanda's other hand rises to mirror the attention her first breast is receiving. Slowly darling the voice continues; do not rush this. Glide your hand along the material, but only apply enough pressure so the material slides. Tell me can you feel how your breasts tingle, and ache for more? Yess You're not going to provide it though, do you understand. But... No!! Listen to me; instead I want you to allow your fingers to slide with the material let them press lightly along the side of each nipple pushing each just enough to tilt the bud, then swoop around in a long drawn out circle. The Thief Of Hearts Listening to his words and instructions Amanda's fingers do as their told. Her body seems to be on fire and yet is forced to pause after each task is completed listening intently for the next instruction. Even the soft moans which now escape her lips can interfere with those instructions and so Amanda tries desperately to stifle each, but her lover is patient and waits for each silent pause. Slipping his finger delicately along Amanda's wet pussy lips his voice whispers; you want more?, but that question was lost in the deep gasp of pleasure his action invoked. Then slipping his finger through the soft fur above he again speaks. Darling your nipples want more, I know this, but I do not want that, instead as you circle each once more slide your fingers away until you feel the edge of the aureola. Now lightly squeeze that soft ring causing the nipple to point out even further. Ohh yesss Amanda pants, more pleeeeease. Ok comes the soft response. I suppose you can have a bit more. Take your hand now and glide it from your shoulder down over each breast. As your palms contact the nipple start to raise the edge of your hand then allow only the tip of the nipple the sweet contact. Ohhhh Amanda moans again. Now as the nipple springs free from the other side allow your hands to trail down to the edge of your blouse the voice instructs. Feel the softness of the material, and then begin to slide just your finger nails along your skin pushing your blouse ever higher. Mmmm Amanda moans as she follows the instructions. Her legs squirm slowly back and forth and the air is filled with the sweet smell of her excitement, and yet there is so much more to come. Now her fingers dance across her skin, gliding effortlessly up the swell of both breasts until they contact both hard aching nipples. Instantly both hands stop moving the blouse upwards, pausing as it were to lightly pinch each nipple. Then as she releases them to continue on she hears; Good darling, very good. Now I want you to pull your blouse away he says. But remember... his voice lowers now so Amanda must strain to hear, never open your eyes. Without a pause Amanda follows the instructions arching her back so that her blouse comes away in a smooth singular motion. While this is happening though, the lover takes the opportunity to taste one of the hot buds offered up in the arching of Amanda's back. Hotly his mouth closes over it, sucking lightly then letting it slip free as her back returns, but the shock of that contact causes Amanda to gasp. Again she arches her back looking for that stimulation but it is gone, and instead she feels only a hot breath next to her ear. Darling it says; I have some skin lotion made from the sweetest of coconut milk and I want you to apply it. First though I want to wrap this angora scarf about your eyes for I know from here on it will be hard for you to resist opening them. Suddenly Amanda feels the warm soft scarf wrapping delicately about her eyes and head. Her hands rise instinctively and gently touch and hold it there as her lover ties the garment in place. Then with and unseen smile he takes Amanda's lips in his own. The kiss is long and sensual, stealing away the very breath while tongues tease, and it is only when her lover glides his hands up Amanda's sides to bring her arms together does it end. Now the silky liquid is poured into the waiting vessel formed by the cupping of Amanda's hands. Poured until the liquid overflows the confines and begins cascading down her arms and splashing hotly onto her stomach. A quick gasp, caused Amanda to open her eyes and yet it was still dark. Her lover knew her so well. Mmmm feels nice; she says coos, thankful that the liquid was warmed. But now his voice replies; remember darling since you cannot see you'll have to move slowly to insure complete coverage. Mmmm sounds nice Amanda responds; but wouldn't you like to apply it for me? Oh no, her lover replies not yet. Remember once we're finished we'll make love if you like and I don't want to rush things. Then as the words sink in Amanda smiles. Her body wants his, and she knows that this teasing will only make the passion better, and so she tips her hands and begins on her right leg. Slowly she slides her fingers around and up pausing occasionally to accept more lotion. Mmmmmmm she moans again as the sensation of the warm thick liquid combines with her raging desires, and yet still she takes her time. Each stroke from her hands feels incredible, perhaps it is the scent of the warm liquid, perhaps the knowledge of what will come or perhaps the dream like quality which drives her ever higher on the sexual plateau. Then as she approaches her upper thigh, the hot breath in her ear says skip that part for now. Ohhhh Amanda complains as she had hoped to caress her pussy for a bit, to feed the fire in her loins and quench some of its hunger but suddenly she feels her lovers hand lightly raise her own and place it upon her belly. Resume here; he instructs and then Amanda feels his warm hands moving up her hot legs. Ohhhh she moans out at the first contact; then even louder ohhhhhhhhh yesss as they continue to glide over the knee and proceed up her thighs. Suddenly they stop and Amanda screams out Don't stop!!!!! No my dear; comes the response; that's my line. Trying to think Amanda realizes what he meant. She was getting so involved with his hands she had forgotten about her own. He's right she thinks, I did stop. Thus after having him again refill her hands with lotion she resumes her application. After a few minutes perhaps his hands too resume. Now they apply a gentle pressure upon Amanda's inner thighs, which she willingly opens. Again her lover smiles an unseen smile, watching intently as Amanda's hands linger to caress her own breasts again and again. Then as his hands slowly caress just below the pouting lips he asks; darling go you remember a while ago when you had the big art party? Mmhmm, comes her reply, hands never ceasing their soft rolling of her nipples. Remember the man who tricked you into putting the tiny vibrator in your pantyhose? Mmmmhmmm Then tell me, if you imagined him taking you now...how would it happen? Suddenly the caressing stops for a moment, and he fears he may have lost her, but to sort of encourage her response on he lightly brushes his thumb through Amanda's wet lips. Ahhhhh she cries out; and then between ragged breaths says; he... would... bind me... Oh I see, her lover replies; then that's where we should start. Again he brushes his thumb through the wet lips parting them and lightly stroking the opening listening for the long moan which is sure to follow. Then coaxing her arms above her head as he instructs Amanda to stay there. After a brief torturous pause with no further contact or stimulation Amanda feels soft caresses along each forearm. Then his lips again suck lightly on hers before his tongue slides inside to tease for just a moment. Now then what would he do next my dear her lover queries? Ohhhhh, comes Amanda's response licking her lips in the process, he would slide his hands along my sides and caress my breasts. No he wouldn't my darling comes the soft voice, first having bound your arms he would bend and kiss you, then he would slide to the side and lightly begin to kiss your ear and neck. Now with each descriptive action, came the corresponding physical action and soon Amanda's body was screaming wildly with the increase in passion. After a long torturous session with your ears and neck he would move down your body to lightly cup your breasts within each hand. Then his tongue would flatten to slide once over each nipple before sucking them inside. His warm mouth teases each nipple by rolling it around inside, and then in a surprise move his tongue rolls in upon itself seeming to hug the hot bud. Ohhhhhhhh Amanda moans; as those very actions are repeated on her body. Her arms struggle against their bonds, but then a new sensation comes through. Suddenly her legs feel funny, it is a cool sensation, and so soft over a large area and yet feels like a thousand tiny hands are gliding over them. Ohhohhhhohhhhh... ohhohhhhohhh... Amanda screams as her body builds to ever great plateaus. Then the silky cool sensation from one side starts to glide up over her sweet thighs past her hips and cups a breast. As it slowly slides and squeezes the hyper sensitive orb Amanda feels the tip of a finger again brush through her wet pussy lips. This time the tip of that finger slips inside causing Amanda to thrust her hips against it. She wants this wants it deep inside , yet her lover keeps the contact to just a minimum. Oh my God yesssssssssssssssssss Amanda shouts out as it finally slides in deeper and deeper. Then as her hips buck up for more she senses a second finger slide lengthwise along the hot wet lips. The finger inside pushes in even deeper so that now one finger resides deep inside, and the second rests in the valley of her open lips. The sweet caressing sensation on her breast moves from one to the other, and then another scream follows. Now a new question; penetrates Amanda's ravaged body; Darling do you remember his little toy? Ohhhhh, yessss Amanda pants out Do you remember how hot it got you, how you wanted more? Ohhhhh, yessss, she screams again, hips flexing desperately trying to get the fingers to move. Then tell me in detail how it felt... and each time you explain it in sensuous detail i'll reward you with pleasure. Her passion could no longer be contained and Amanda begins to tell him how the shock of the first vibration felt. Her body suddenly exploded in pleasure as the fingers stimulating her sex seemed to vibrate. It's nice, her lover says, into Amanda's ear isn't it? Ohhhhhh baby yes please make me cummmmme Ok darling comes his response how's this? Suddenly Amanda's pussy is alive with a hundred different thrills. The finger inside seems to vibrate wildly while the one running between her lips gently moves back and forth. The orgasm which over takes her causes wild convulsions amidst screams of Ohhhhhhhhh Goddddd... Ohhhh Godddd yesssssssss, and yet still the sensations do not stop. Soon it starts to get even stronger, and the outer finger is now just barely brushing against her hot clit. Again Amanda's body orgasms, thrusting wildly until at last it collapses in a state of complete exhaustion. It is now about 2 am on the same evening of the party, and Amanda's body filled with unimaginable pleasure awakes in an earth shattering orgasm. She looks around for something is not right first noting the twin lines of leather affixed to her headboard. Her nightdress has been tossed aside and her body glistens with a combination of sweat and coconut??? Finally Amanda sees the small silver vibrator and the Pearls of Gala, lying between her legs. She struggles to remember what has occurred, then putting the pieces together reaches for her gun. With her mind still swimming with pleasure, passion, and confusion, it is unsure where to proceed, but then a movement catches her eye. Instantly Amanda cocks the gun and points it at the greying man who is sitting quietly in her rocker. Why??? was the only word to come from Amanda's mouth, and yet her hand with the gun remain unwaveringly pointed at the mans chest. Hmhmhm chuckles the man you don't need that my darling. Suddenly a shot echoed through the room, blasting through the rocker and into the wall behind, and yet... something was wrong. He was unfazed... unhurt...but that's not possible. Amanda's mind struggled trying to understand, but her thoughts were interrupted as the man spoke. Ok, he says nodding his head, if you insist, but it wont be the same. You stole from me and I had to try and see if I was as good. What???? What did I steal, Amanda asked her mind racing with possibilities. I don't even know you. That's true my dear, the man responded calmly, but none the less it has happened. Lets see it all started about 15 years when ago you broke into my home and stole two things. I was obsessed for the next 3 years trying to identify you and when I finally did I feared it was too late. Yesterday though I started my plan for comparative theft. Not all of it worked the way I had hoped but then things rarely do. Even more upset now than before Amanda moves forward to the very edge of her bed. What??? What the hell are you talking about she asks. Ok he says i'll try to make it clearer. I suppose the simple answer is you stole my heart, and I wanted to try and return the experience. Slowly he begins to relate the full story to Amanda, skipping over the years after her theft as a child of an insignificant amount of money to his return. It was interesting to hear the details, and how much trouble he went through, yet there was significant details missing. Thus as he finished relating as much of the tale as he wanted Amanda still wanted more. If I stole your heart; she began; why did you wait 15 years to confront me? How did you escape when I followed you through the house, especially since the pool room had no exit? But to this the man merely smiled. Once again Amanda raised the gun and pointed it at him, Answer me dammit!!!! I suppose came the calm quiet response you do deserve an answer, unfortunately I don't know how to explain it. I suppose you might say I'm a ghost... but that would not be entirely true. Three years after you stole from me I died. Somehow I managed to return be it love, unresolved issues or a new form of life. I cannot say for sure but I know that even now my heart is yours. Amanda my dear you truly are The Thief of Hearts. Bullshit Amanda responded snapping on the light, but as the glow filled the room the man vanished... The diary does not contain any further details, and in fact does not contain any further entries at all. I will say however that reports I have found indicate Amanda Trueheart gave up her profession or perhaps professions and lived happily for many years there after. It seems that Amanda had inherited a mansion some 12 years earlier with the death of a man she by all accounts did not know.