Criminals: Part 4-- Fiction

The ware house was hot and humid rob located the crate on the upper level right next to his own; he asked our boss to lease for an employee discount. Before we left work earlier he charged the batterie for the old fork lift, we pulled down the crate filled with our own little dreams inside We knew axactly how to open it because we sealed it tight, like no one would ever reveal the contents but the owner. A rush of air poured out of the crate like a wave from the cool ocean, bubbled wrapped and given "extra" special attention for the long wait The owners are in Florida enjoying the sun We are in the ware house enjoying their goods I heard they weren't to kind to some Ones who had not trusted their maids until their return Filled with old greats of art, including a few rear vases molded by the beautiful hands of Tiffany :) To Be Continued