For those that wanted to know more about Misha before he met Froo, here is his story and how he came to be in England which is where he met her and fell in love,, and his time with Suzanne the woman in his past.
His passion for Suzanne becomes an obsession, as she plunges down into a self destructive whirlpool, so for those that believe that life's many experiences make up a rich and interesting tapestry....here is Misha's story.
To read about Misha and Froo please read the companion story Taking the Risk Chapter's 1-21 under Novels and Novellas.
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Picking up the pace as he ran next to John, his heart beat accelerating, and his right leg starting to ache where the break had been from his car accident when he was in his early twenties, Misha looked across the shimmering waters of the Reservoir towards the fantastic skyline of Manhattan.
He loved these early morning runs in Central Park with John. The two of them running in peace and quiet, two circuits of the large expanse of water, as the morning sun hit the calm water and sparkles of reflected light mingled with the images laying on the deep water surface. The smell of Cherry Blossom in Spring hit him as he ran, and he thought about how he would miss all of this now his plans to move to England were coming to fruition.
Christmas had been and gone, and his relationship with Tracy was easy and calm, just like the surface of the water. No flare ups, no explosions and no stress. Calm but boring.
The sex between them had settled into steady and relaxed couplings, no excitement, no heart-stopping moments. Just calm but boring sex.
He liked her company, found her funny and easy to be with, enjoyed her clever mind, but there was no spark, no burning need to be with her, or grab her, or even bury himself deep inside of her. Just and overwhelming calm and boring nothingness, and even after all this time, and all the problems that came with her, he missed Suzanne. Missed the excitement she brought with her, the hot and dirty sex, the looks she had given him that turned him on, knowing that when they were in a crowd of people and they would get home they would be making out, stripping off their clothes before even the front door was closed.
How he missed the laughter, the zany eclectic humour they shared and even the monumental arguments, followed by the making up.
The making up always ending up in bed. If only she could of stayed clean. If only she hadn't played around. But if only's were no good. They meant nothing.
Slowing up his pace to cool down, he glanced across at John, the sweat rolling down his neck and back, and moving to a walk he asked him in a gasping voice, "Thought anymore about seeing if you can get that transfer to the London Branch?"
"Yeah, and I'm seriously getting more and more interested in doing it. You still serious about going?"
"Mmm... I've spoken to my Uncle and he's investing some money in my company as the silent partner. With the inheritance and my savings I can do it. I've got my business plan and costing's, done the research, and made contact with a number of suppliers. It's just a matter of when, not if."
"What about Robin and Joanie? Have you spoken to them about going?"
"Yeah, but Joanie's not sure. Robin say's he's game, he can do his writing from anywhere. If we both go, he'll follow."
"The three Musketeers. All for one and one for all!"
Smiling he said, "More like the Mousekateers John."
Leaning against the railings he looked out over the vast area, breathing deeply, filling his lungs with the air. "I'm thinking of breaking up with Tracy."
"Misha, you kidding! She's lovely, and you both seem so good together."
"The spark is just not there."
"What spark? What do you want? She's a sweet girl. Uncomplicated and nice. What are you looking for?"
