Mackenzie wondered around and Tag was following behind. Then suddenly in the hallway Tag was gone. The people coming out of the bedroom looked wasted. All four of them knew him but had no idea who the hell he was just now. Ron didn't even have on a shirt and his pants were undone. The ladies dressed a little better but the girl behind them held her and her friends bra. Where was Tag? The techno music loud as hell didn't help the headache. Kenzie headed back toward the main crowd in the living room. And sure enough he found Tag. A girl had him pushed against a corner and she was all up on him. She reached down and squeezed him between the legs to feel his manhood. Kenzie watched as the small bulge in his pants got larger. The woman rubbed Tag and kissed him. From behind she was something to behold. A hot little ass with something near hourglass figure. Her hair long and straight and raven dark. Time to check this out. Kenzie walked straight up to them. "Tag, who's this?" The woman responded. Her face was delicate and her deep blue eyes intense. "I'm Eris." The voice erotic and precise. Almost like she practiced saying her name like that. It made Knezie want her. But more than that he needed to take her away from Tag. They were almost the same height and her legs looked like they stretched on forever. Her tight jeans and black t-shirt were simple enough but the way she smelled more complex. Strawberries and honey and some kind of womanly powder smell. Kenzie took another look at her hand. Long sexy fingers, nails deep red, were wrapped around the wide short bulge in tags pants. She looked up at Mackenzie sheepishly as Tag kissed her neck. "Want some?" All he could manage was to take a slight step backward and widen his eyes. This woman, who was she, from out of nowhere drawing him in. "I want some." Taggert muttered it as his arms wrapped around her. "I think I can handle you both." Precise and erotic again. Eris lead them into the bedroom that was recently vacated. Tag swayed as she yanked him by the belt. His smile was slow and his face slack. Tag looked more a sleepwalker than anything else. This woman had him by the balls and in a minute that might be literal.
Kenzie followed her into the room. A lamp lit the green quilted bed. All the covers in a bunch. Eris pulled off Tag's shirt and revealed his heavy looking chest muscles and hard abdomen. Next came his belt. Eris pushed Tag onto the bed. He fell like a tree being cut down. She took off his shoes and socks then looked back at Kenzie. "What do they call you?" Having lost some of his bravado he said, "Kenzie...Mackenzie Wright." He felt instantly stupid. Usually the woman was paying attention to him and not Tag or Maurice. "Can I call you Mac?" In the semi-darkness she unbuttoned Tag's pants and pulled them away. Tag just lay on the bed smiling and looking drunker all the time. "No, I don't like Mac." Eris retorted with her erotic tone once more, "Mac and cheese is good...you be Mac and I'll be cheese." It was so corny and stupid but coming out of her mouth and from that body it was sexy as hell. Eris rose up and moved quickly to Kenzie. She kissed him. Tasting the sweetness of her made his body respond.
Eris smiled at the shape in his pants. Then she put a finger to her lips and darted out of the room. "Where did she go?" Tag slurred his words and sat up on the bed. At a loss for words and trying not to stare at the thickness jutting out and stretching the fabric of Tag's boxers Kenzie offered, "I' don't know...she'll be back." Tag just sat there and breathed slowly with his head down. "I hope so." Tags sentiment mirrored what Kenzie was thinking now. He hoped so too. He wanted to leave but he wanted to screw Eris more. As if on cue Eris returned. She held three drinks. Kenzie took one and the sex kitten got on her knees to give Tag his. He drank it down quickly as Eris rubbed his thighs and kissed his chest. Eris motioned to Kenzie. "Come on Mac." He shook his head no. "What is wrong, you don't have to touch him just get close enough for me to handle you both. Tag stood up and turned his back to Mac and then the boxers came off. "Suck me." Eris made no motion to do so but wasn't the least surprised either. She stood and put her arms around Tag. The two embraced as Kenzie watched. Eris looked over the shoulder of her thrall whispering, "I wanna fuck you." Kenzie smiled as she motioned him to her. A moment later Tag sat on the bed and fell over. Eris stepped in front to spare Kenzie full frontal nudity. Thank God. The woman embraced him. "Your hot like me and you don't smell like dog. Plus I love taller guys." She put her arms around him as he finished the last of his drink. "I don't want to be interrupted so lets go to my place. We can be all alone and I'll lick every part of you and you can lick me too." Eris then added, "If I can call you Mac." He smiled. "You call me Mac if you want babe."
The two left a naked Tag in the room. Leaving the party was a blur. By the time Mac got to the car all he could tell was that it was sleek and black. He got in and Eris drove them away. The last thing he really remembered was heading away from town and into the country.
End part 3
Friday, March 30, 2007
Boxed In(Part 1 of 2)
Another day, another dollar. Money was good. The job was not. Mark was here. Mark Kessleman, reasonably athletic sat behind a desk. His short auburn hair matched his ruggedly handsome face. His deep green eyes were expressive most of the time but not right now. Right now Mark was engaged in concentrating on a love interest. Whenever this happened he'd get this far off look. In fact Maggie from packaging told him he looked like he was conceiving some great epic in his head. Maggie wished she had that sort of intensity. Wasn't that what she said yesterday? "I wish I had that sort of intensity." Mark pushed the words passed his lips. They moved beyond hearing soon after, barely spoken. Mark thought it this time. 'I wish I had that sort of intensity.' He threw his pencil down on the sprawling desk. "I don't." Mark was talking to himself again. Of course no one around to hear so what did it matter? He began to type in the little boxes again. This order was nearly done. All Mark had to do all day was fill out order requests at the box company he worked at or write out paper work. That was all. The rest of the time, this time comprised hours, all he had to do was sit and think or read. He was allowed to bring books to work but Mark could not manage to read much of anything lately without thinking about his problem. The lunch bell rang for break. Mark decided to eat in the cafe' today. He did not want the bagged lunch of Apple and pork and beans.
Mark looked at his watch. Only thirty minutes gone since his return from lunch. Sitting in the blue chair he reclined. His work was done but the shift would not end for more than two hours. It gave him plenty of time to think. He'd entertained the idea once or twice. But that was months ago. Now it was no longer entertainment. He wanted it. Wanted it to happen. Soon it would be a need. Need. Yes, Mark had focused on it and altered it and changed it and thought on it and in truth become totally fascinated by his problem. Of course it was not a problem except in his own mind. But if he acted on it then it would be a real world problem. Was he willing to face those consequences? Maybe? He needed to take a step back and consider if all this could be repressed. He knew the answer...it was no.
Mark got up and locked the door to his office. The little cube on the second floor was totally closed off. No windows. He sat down in his chair again and began to go to that special place in his head where he was most happy. He tried to imagine it differently every time and so far he'd been able to do just that...
The light in the room was low. It was just the two of them. Mark would take his lover by the hand. The heat would make him happy. He could feel the compassion in the hand as he touched it. Warm compassion but also strength. He'd draw him near and whisper into his ear. "I love you." Bryan would pull back shocked and take away his hand...
Well, Mark shook off the failed daydream, that sucked. Mark had a problem sometimes imagining the two of them together. The reasons this happened was because Bryan thought that Mark was in love, or really liked, someone else. That was a lie. Bryan also had a girlfriend. And finally and most important, in a way, was that Mark had not told Bryan how he felt. His friend did not know the real Mark. He'd toyed with telling him many times so far. Just tell him and it will all be in the open. The fantasies were one thing but he actually wanted it now. He and Bryan had known one another for some time and Bryan had not a clue how Mark really felt.
Mark had hung out at a few gay bars early on but found that most people liked skinny, cute and uncomplicated guys. Not Mark. The bars were not his thing and the idea of going got old quick. His ideal guy was different, it was Bryan.
Bryan was unconventionally handsome. Heavyset, sure with a bit of a rough and tumble exterior, but he carried it well. His beard was full too and made him all the more manly to Mark. And Mark liked manly rather than boyish. Often he noticed Bryan's hands and how they appeared somewhat delicate. He so wanted to be rubbed by those strong and smooth hands. Mark thinking of the heat of those hands on him made it uncomfortable to sit still in his office. He was nearly erect now. He began to imagine the washed out eyes and the quizzical looks that Bryan often shot him. How Bryan stood, often, with his feet wide apart and how he chuckled when he laughed. The laughter was kind of boyish but in truth it reflected a playfulness in him that Mark loved. Maybe he better stop? After all he'd gotten so excited once before he ended up with a wet spot on his clothes. He "dreamed" about Bryan for more than an hour that day and the fluids simply leaked through. Lucky to have worn a long shirt that day.
Trying to focus on something else was not easy. He'd given it lots of thought and the best thing to do, girlfriend or not, where Bryan was concerned was to tell him the truth. After all his live-in girlfriend often left Bryan and Mark alone and she did not seem too attentive to their time together. Several times while joking Bryan had said things that made it clear he knew the truth. Bryan knew and awaited only a cue from Mark to begin the affair. But then his Friend would turn right around a shut him down with some other statement or situation that made it clear he did not know or understand the gravity of feelings Mark held. All that would end today. Mark would tell Bryan how he was feeling. How he wanted to press his lips to his and feel the warmth of them. How he longed to feel their tongues touch. The mere thought of it brought anxiety and warmth. He really did love him and today he would tell him so. It was going to happen. Right?
Finally the shift ended. Mark took off quickly to the parking lot. The car sped him home. Bryan lived about ten miles from him and traveling to Bryan's would have been closer from work but Mark needed a shower first. Once home he stripped down and started the water. His penis was still hard. He took the soap in his hand and began to shower. Nagging him was visions of Bryan. How would his friend respond. In the act of washing the erection disappeared. But the feelings did not...they never went away. Mark dressed and put on some cologne. He took a deep breath and headed out the door.
The drive went faster than usual. He was both excited and worried and in no time was at the house. The girlfriend would working right now and Bryan's car was in the drive. Mark got out of the car, sweating just a little, and headed to the door. Each step up to the porch made each other step easier. Now in front of the door...behind the door the object of his affections. Mark took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. A shock went through him as he realized he could not turn back now. Bryan opened the door. "Hey, buddy come on in."
To be continued...
Mark looked at his watch. Only thirty minutes gone since his return from lunch. Sitting in the blue chair he reclined. His work was done but the shift would not end for more than two hours. It gave him plenty of time to think. He'd entertained the idea once or twice. But that was months ago. Now it was no longer entertainment. He wanted it. Wanted it to happen. Soon it would be a need. Need. Yes, Mark had focused on it and altered it and changed it and thought on it and in truth become totally fascinated by his problem. Of course it was not a problem except in his own mind. But if he acted on it then it would be a real world problem. Was he willing to face those consequences? Maybe? He needed to take a step back and consider if all this could be repressed. He knew the answer...it was no.
Mark got up and locked the door to his office. The little cube on the second floor was totally closed off. No windows. He sat down in his chair again and began to go to that special place in his head where he was most happy. He tried to imagine it differently every time and so far he'd been able to do just that...
The light in the room was low. It was just the two of them. Mark would take his lover by the hand. The heat would make him happy. He could feel the compassion in the hand as he touched it. Warm compassion but also strength. He'd draw him near and whisper into his ear. "I love you." Bryan would pull back shocked and take away his hand...
Well, Mark shook off the failed daydream, that sucked. Mark had a problem sometimes imagining the two of them together. The reasons this happened was because Bryan thought that Mark was in love, or really liked, someone else. That was a lie. Bryan also had a girlfriend. And finally and most important, in a way, was that Mark had not told Bryan how he felt. His friend did not know the real Mark. He'd toyed with telling him many times so far. Just tell him and it will all be in the open. The fantasies were one thing but he actually wanted it now. He and Bryan had known one another for some time and Bryan had not a clue how Mark really felt.
Mark had hung out at a few gay bars early on but found that most people liked skinny, cute and uncomplicated guys. Not Mark. The bars were not his thing and the idea of going got old quick. His ideal guy was different, it was Bryan.
Bryan was unconventionally handsome. Heavyset, sure with a bit of a rough and tumble exterior, but he carried it well. His beard was full too and made him all the more manly to Mark. And Mark liked manly rather than boyish. Often he noticed Bryan's hands and how they appeared somewhat delicate. He so wanted to be rubbed by those strong and smooth hands. Mark thinking of the heat of those hands on him made it uncomfortable to sit still in his office. He was nearly erect now. He began to imagine the washed out eyes and the quizzical looks that Bryan often shot him. How Bryan stood, often, with his feet wide apart and how he chuckled when he laughed. The laughter was kind of boyish but in truth it reflected a playfulness in him that Mark loved. Maybe he better stop? After all he'd gotten so excited once before he ended up with a wet spot on his clothes. He "dreamed" about Bryan for more than an hour that day and the fluids simply leaked through. Lucky to have worn a long shirt that day.
Trying to focus on something else was not easy. He'd given it lots of thought and the best thing to do, girlfriend or not, where Bryan was concerned was to tell him the truth. After all his live-in girlfriend often left Bryan and Mark alone and she did not seem too attentive to their time together. Several times while joking Bryan had said things that made it clear he knew the truth. Bryan knew and awaited only a cue from Mark to begin the affair. But then his Friend would turn right around a shut him down with some other statement or situation that made it clear he did not know or understand the gravity of feelings Mark held. All that would end today. Mark would tell Bryan how he was feeling. How he wanted to press his lips to his and feel the warmth of them. How he longed to feel their tongues touch. The mere thought of it brought anxiety and warmth. He really did love him and today he would tell him so. It was going to happen. Right?
Finally the shift ended. Mark took off quickly to the parking lot. The car sped him home. Bryan lived about ten miles from him and traveling to Bryan's would have been closer from work but Mark needed a shower first. Once home he stripped down and started the water. His penis was still hard. He took the soap in his hand and began to shower. Nagging him was visions of Bryan. How would his friend respond. In the act of washing the erection disappeared. But the feelings did not...they never went away. Mark dressed and put on some cologne. He took a deep breath and headed out the door.
The drive went faster than usual. He was both excited and worried and in no time was at the house. The girlfriend would working right now and Bryan's car was in the drive. Mark got out of the car, sweating just a little, and headed to the door. Each step up to the porch made each other step easier. Now in front of the door...behind the door the object of his affections. Mark took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. A shock went through him as he realized he could not turn back now. Bryan opened the door. "Hey, buddy come on in."
To be continued...
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
ToppleDane 2 1 0 1
Roster: Heavymetal. Lady Midnight. Painter. Switchblade. Coldblooded. ToppleDane.
ToppleDane looked at the roster for the mission and realized that Admiral Halman had put the original team back together from Trefelgah. Okay? Some while ago they started calling each other by their stage names. It made things more exciting. They were an elite unit to be sure. Each one got their name from a real world something or another. ToppleDane got his from an Aussie that told the story about him toppling down a mountain and somehow it ended up ToppleDane. Dane was his last name. He'd barely survived that too. But that was Trefelgah and six years ago. A time when they could have contained the entire mess had they just nuked the area. Leave it to the United Nations to muck that up too. Today they were at a remote facility in Wisconsin. Base camp was four armored vehicles the size of a double wide on wheels.
ToppleDane knew what needed to be done. Within the abandoned complex, abandoned by humans, was something called Icormengillium. This stuff could prevent additional mutations. Problem was the personnel at the complex were over run and killed. The icormengillium was just sitting and waiting to be used. This stuff also had a nasty habit of killing the daylights out of the horrors that had come from the WMD set off my Iran. The stuff became known as the purple gas. It infected cats and dogs and animals related to them as well. About ninety percent of the wolf population was really no longer wolves. Instead they were semi-bipedal monsters with gnashing teeth, deadly claws and a thirst for blood. Right out of a horror movie. Plus they seemed to breed quicker too. Luckily rabbits had not been altered by the gas. Humans were fine too. ToppleDane understood how hard this would be. Scans showed them outnumbered fifty to one. Of course that was just a good estimate.
ToppleDane was a tall man with a deep tan and huge bulging muscles. Of course he was not as big as Heavymetal. Topple sported short blond hair and clear blue eyes. After a moments thought he moved out of the tent that was a scant hundred yards from the fence line of the small complex. Outside was the rest of his team.
Lady Midnight was dress all in black and her raven hair fell long and silky over her shoulders. Her hour glass figure was decked out with several handguns and a couple grenades for accent. Her violet eyes were a product of nano-tech. Infra red.
Heavymetal stood almost seven feet tall. His skin was black and his arms, legs and chest were massive. His eyes were deep brown and he sported no shirt but did wear chest armor. He stood behind Lady Midnight making her look more like a girl than the woman she was.
Painter was thin and sleek. He was decked out in green and had numerous laser sights attatched to his guns and could easily coordinate air strikes with the technology strapped to him. His reflex times was only slightly behind Coldblooded. Their speed and accuracy was envied by everyone that knew them and feared by those that they were sent after. Painter had an irish accent and always looked a little too thin.
Switchblade carried over fourteen knives on him at all times. He was neither tall nor short and altogether average.
Coldblooded was thin and strong like Painter but with a bit more heft to him. His eyes were dead cool and the color of his eyes were as washed out as his soul. Spiked short black hair made his untanned face even more stark to look at. The fastest fellow ever to be recorded by the neuro-machine.
"Okay, only Coldblooded and Painter are going in on this mission."
Everyone else looked totally shocked. But they said nothing. They waited. "We need the element of speed and lightning beatdown. Plus we only need one canister of the Icor to make loads more. Reto-engineering should not be too hard. Okay, guys take off."
Coldblooded snatched up two Hellmare 440 nanosmart machine guns from the weapons table and took off running toward the fence perimeter. Painter cursed and headed after him. As Coldblooded moved between the trees of Wisconsin, already out of sight, a tech operative shouted, "They have not been tested."
Coldblooded reached the fence and put up his Hellmare weapons and drew two Paleblade hand pistols. Painter arrived a moment later holding a vibro-pistol, a sonic weapon, and sporting the new force shield glove. The glove had not worked so well in testing. Of the three prototypes Painter had the only one that was not trashed. What the government didn't know. ToppleDane and the group knew he saved the force glove from trash. That was all that mattered.
In the gulf between the fence and the small three room compound were about forty or so monsters. They were breeding, some, and others were chasing a big cat. Looked to be a mountain lion. One of the blacker "wolves", the biggest, with muscles and a torso more like a man took down the lion. After moment of caterwauling and blood flying the cat was dead and the monsters were eating. More packed near the kill. Now was the time to move in.
Painter took point and scaled the fence quick like a bunny. Coldblooded just managed to be on the other side. Painter hated how that happened. Every damned time he never saw the boy climb a fence or do other things to cross barriers. He knew Cold did...just never saw it happen.
The two men raced along the ground managing to get more than half way to building Alpha-2 before three of the monsters saw them. They were each the size of a pony and and all three bounded after them. Painter thought of his girlfriend Elise as the monster roared, all teeth and hatred, and signaled others to attack the intruders. Coldblooded thought of death and then he leaped into the air, held out both guns, and fired away. The bladed bullets split into five parts just after release. In a tight formation the blades churned up carnage. The first monster was struck in the chest and neck. Its black blood exploding outward. The creature spun in agony and slammed down on its right side, skidding to a halt. Coldblooded was in the air, in hang time, with his weapons pointing to the ground and his feet toward the bowl of the sky. Painter took a knee and fired both sonic pistols. He aimed low. The running beasts one was once a cat were struck as ripples of sonic force threw them to the ground. The dirt and grass churned up in the wake of the blasts. Coldblooded landed, hit the ground hard but still standing. behind him the creature he palebladed and in front of him the beasts knocked down by Painter. Painter was up and to Cold just before he blasted the downed creatures to finish them off. They broke apart easy enough.
With a pale smile Coldblooded said, "Look." Behind them were more than forty monsters. Both men began to run. They fired as they ran. Painter opened the door and easy enough there was the Icor chambers in the center of the room. The monsters started smashing through Windows and crawling through ducts to get at them. As the creatures came in Coldblooded and Painter spun dodged and blasted their way with one gun or another. It was like a ballet of death. As one gun became empty another was pulled. The sonic guns were half out of power and one beast had managed to disarm Paint of one pistol. It got to bite the other, scrambled brains. Finally the men were out of ammunition except for the Hellmare weapons and a small conventional hand pistol of Painters. More of a back-up than anything.
Coldblooded turned to Painter and said, "We got them all." As an answer the beast that took down the lion entered by bursting down the rear door. In came a flood of monsters behind it. The only way for Coldblooded to survive was to fire the Hellmare weapons. Problem was, Painter was in the way. Cold drew the weapons as Painter spun and created a 2 foot square force shield from his palm. "Don't shoot." Painter fired his last round into the charging "wolf" but it paid the attack no mind. Swarms of them came at him as Cold opened fire. The bullets chewed them up. Cold waved the guns back and forth as they spit untold bullets at tremendous velocity. Blood and gore rained down on Painter. As the huge alpha beast leaped on him, its teeth smashing against the yellow shield but its arms grabbing his shoulders. Wicked claws cut into him and bullets danced all around. The beast fought with him a moment and then ripped away the hand shield. The Hellmare weapons were empty and smoking and even Coldblooded would not be able to reach his friend in time. The monster opened an elongated snout filled with two rows of razor teeth, its jaw disjointed like a snake. Painter screamed. The beast jerked, once then twice, three, four and five time. Each time seeming more perplexed than the last. The thing that straddled him was at odds about eating him? Or was having some kind of duh moment? The beast fell on him, dead. Coldblooded ran over as Painter looked over the shoulder of the black misshapen monster. Five blades of various design protruded from the back of the beast. Switchblade never obeyed orders.
Later back at base camp Painter was telling the story about the Hellmare smart weapons and how they don't target people that register as human. The weapon suppresses and then starts up again the second the bullets can't hit human flesh. About the third time he told the story, leaving out Switchblade, a tech guy came over and explained that three percent of the time the weapons misread and will still hit any target. Once hearing this Painter went to go find Coldblooded and ask him a thing or two...
The end.
ToppleDane looked at the roster for the mission and realized that Admiral Halman had put the original team back together from Trefelgah. Okay? Some while ago they started calling each other by their stage names. It made things more exciting. They were an elite unit to be sure. Each one got their name from a real world something or another. ToppleDane got his from an Aussie that told the story about him toppling down a mountain and somehow it ended up ToppleDane. Dane was his last name. He'd barely survived that too. But that was Trefelgah and six years ago. A time when they could have contained the entire mess had they just nuked the area. Leave it to the United Nations to muck that up too. Today they were at a remote facility in Wisconsin. Base camp was four armored vehicles the size of a double wide on wheels.
ToppleDane knew what needed to be done. Within the abandoned complex, abandoned by humans, was something called Icormengillium. This stuff could prevent additional mutations. Problem was the personnel at the complex were over run and killed. The icormengillium was just sitting and waiting to be used. This stuff also had a nasty habit of killing the daylights out of the horrors that had come from the WMD set off my Iran. The stuff became known as the purple gas. It infected cats and dogs and animals related to them as well. About ninety percent of the wolf population was really no longer wolves. Instead they were semi-bipedal monsters with gnashing teeth, deadly claws and a thirst for blood. Right out of a horror movie. Plus they seemed to breed quicker too. Luckily rabbits had not been altered by the gas. Humans were fine too. ToppleDane understood how hard this would be. Scans showed them outnumbered fifty to one. Of course that was just a good estimate.
ToppleDane was a tall man with a deep tan and huge bulging muscles. Of course he was not as big as Heavymetal. Topple sported short blond hair and clear blue eyes. After a moments thought he moved out of the tent that was a scant hundred yards from the fence line of the small complex. Outside was the rest of his team.
Lady Midnight was dress all in black and her raven hair fell long and silky over her shoulders. Her hour glass figure was decked out with several handguns and a couple grenades for accent. Her violet eyes were a product of nano-tech. Infra red.
Heavymetal stood almost seven feet tall. His skin was black and his arms, legs and chest were massive. His eyes were deep brown and he sported no shirt but did wear chest armor. He stood behind Lady Midnight making her look more like a girl than the woman she was.
Painter was thin and sleek. He was decked out in green and had numerous laser sights attatched to his guns and could easily coordinate air strikes with the technology strapped to him. His reflex times was only slightly behind Coldblooded. Their speed and accuracy was envied by everyone that knew them and feared by those that they were sent after. Painter had an irish accent and always looked a little too thin.
Switchblade carried over fourteen knives on him at all times. He was neither tall nor short and altogether average.
Coldblooded was thin and strong like Painter but with a bit more heft to him. His eyes were dead cool and the color of his eyes were as washed out as his soul. Spiked short black hair made his untanned face even more stark to look at. The fastest fellow ever to be recorded by the neuro-machine.
"Okay, only Coldblooded and Painter are going in on this mission."
Everyone else looked totally shocked. But they said nothing. They waited. "We need the element of speed and lightning beatdown. Plus we only need one canister of the Icor to make loads more. Reto-engineering should not be too hard. Okay, guys take off."
Coldblooded snatched up two Hellmare 440 nanosmart machine guns from the weapons table and took off running toward the fence perimeter. Painter cursed and headed after him. As Coldblooded moved between the trees of Wisconsin, already out of sight, a tech operative shouted, "They have not been tested."
Coldblooded reached the fence and put up his Hellmare weapons and drew two Paleblade hand pistols. Painter arrived a moment later holding a vibro-pistol, a sonic weapon, and sporting the new force shield glove. The glove had not worked so well in testing. Of the three prototypes Painter had the only one that was not trashed. What the government didn't know. ToppleDane and the group knew he saved the force glove from trash. That was all that mattered.
In the gulf between the fence and the small three room compound were about forty or so monsters. They were breeding, some, and others were chasing a big cat. Looked to be a mountain lion. One of the blacker "wolves", the biggest, with muscles and a torso more like a man took down the lion. After moment of caterwauling and blood flying the cat was dead and the monsters were eating. More packed near the kill. Now was the time to move in.
Painter took point and scaled the fence quick like a bunny. Coldblooded just managed to be on the other side. Painter hated how that happened. Every damned time he never saw the boy climb a fence or do other things to cross barriers. He knew Cold did...just never saw it happen.
The two men raced along the ground managing to get more than half way to building Alpha-2 before three of the monsters saw them. They were each the size of a pony and and all three bounded after them. Painter thought of his girlfriend Elise as the monster roared, all teeth and hatred, and signaled others to attack the intruders. Coldblooded thought of death and then he leaped into the air, held out both guns, and fired away. The bladed bullets split into five parts just after release. In a tight formation the blades churned up carnage. The first monster was struck in the chest and neck. Its black blood exploding outward. The creature spun in agony and slammed down on its right side, skidding to a halt. Coldblooded was in the air, in hang time, with his weapons pointing to the ground and his feet toward the bowl of the sky. Painter took a knee and fired both sonic pistols. He aimed low. The running beasts one was once a cat were struck as ripples of sonic force threw them to the ground. The dirt and grass churned up in the wake of the blasts. Coldblooded landed, hit the ground hard but still standing. behind him the creature he palebladed and in front of him the beasts knocked down by Painter. Painter was up and to Cold just before he blasted the downed creatures to finish them off. They broke apart easy enough.
With a pale smile Coldblooded said, "Look." Behind them were more than forty monsters. Both men began to run. They fired as they ran. Painter opened the door and easy enough there was the Icor chambers in the center of the room. The monsters started smashing through Windows and crawling through ducts to get at them. As the creatures came in Coldblooded and Painter spun dodged and blasted their way with one gun or another. It was like a ballet of death. As one gun became empty another was pulled. The sonic guns were half out of power and one beast had managed to disarm Paint of one pistol. It got to bite the other, scrambled brains. Finally the men were out of ammunition except for the Hellmare weapons and a small conventional hand pistol of Painters. More of a back-up than anything.
Coldblooded turned to Painter and said, "We got them all." As an answer the beast that took down the lion entered by bursting down the rear door. In came a flood of monsters behind it. The only way for Coldblooded to survive was to fire the Hellmare weapons. Problem was, Painter was in the way. Cold drew the weapons as Painter spun and created a 2 foot square force shield from his palm. "Don't shoot." Painter fired his last round into the charging "wolf" but it paid the attack no mind. Swarms of them came at him as Cold opened fire. The bullets chewed them up. Cold waved the guns back and forth as they spit untold bullets at tremendous velocity. Blood and gore rained down on Painter. As the huge alpha beast leaped on him, its teeth smashing against the yellow shield but its arms grabbing his shoulders. Wicked claws cut into him and bullets danced all around. The beast fought with him a moment and then ripped away the hand shield. The Hellmare weapons were empty and smoking and even Coldblooded would not be able to reach his friend in time. The monster opened an elongated snout filled with two rows of razor teeth, its jaw disjointed like a snake. Painter screamed. The beast jerked, once then twice, three, four and five time. Each time seeming more perplexed than the last. The thing that straddled him was at odds about eating him? Or was having some kind of duh moment? The beast fell on him, dead. Coldblooded ran over as Painter looked over the shoulder of the black misshapen monster. Five blades of various design protruded from the back of the beast. Switchblade never obeyed orders.
Later back at base camp Painter was telling the story about the Hellmare smart weapons and how they don't target people that register as human. The weapon suppresses and then starts up again the second the bullets can't hit human flesh. About the third time he told the story, leaving out Switchblade, a tech guy came over and explained that three percent of the time the weapons misread and will still hit any target. Once hearing this Painter went to go find Coldblooded and ask him a thing or two...
The end.
Dialogue-3
Anita awoke from a sound sleep. "What?" She'd been dreaming something and answered a question in that dream. The dream gone just like her answer. She'd fallen asleep after her husband left for work on the little sofa in the storage-study. Looking at her watch she realized it would be time to meet Drell7. Truth, she was late.
The computer seemed unable to sign on quick enough. The blue would not fill up the entire bar. 'come on.' Alone again, like last night, with her husband away at work. She found herself almost in tears because she might be too late to connect with Drell. Last night did not go well. Kitegrl did not fly high or at all. The connection hit home. In the distance there was the television talking about a woman found in a motel, killed by strangulation. Anita tried to pay it no attention. (No leads, mother of two...) Anita snatched up the remote popped out of the plush red chair took a few steps and hit mute.
...No Drell7. Anita sat for a moment twirling her hair. She checked her watch. Time to make a sandwich. Venturing into the mocha kitchen she put peanut butter and jam to bread and got herself some milk. She made sure to get back into the study in a hurry. By the time she'd taken a bite and made her way back Drell7 was waiting on her.
Drell7: Hello, Kitegrl.
Kitegrl: I'm sorry about not playing the game. I was nervous.
Drell7: I don't mind. We can move slower. Can I tell you about me? :-) Please?
Kitegrl: Sure, I don't see why not. Can I ask questions?
The previous overture between them had been lots of false starts and her not wanting to commit to any erotica. In the end little was said and nothing got done.
Drell7: No. Just let me talk...you listen.
Anita was not sure if she were happy or simply at a loss. Her eyes, if anyone could have seen, were filled with wonder along with apprehension. She was almost frozen with her hands lifted off the keyboard, waiting. She blinked and tilted her head. Drell did not respond. Anita was about to type something when a rather long message appeared. She read it.
Drell7: I'll tell you the truth. I'm 5' 8" and have auburn hair. I am fit, about my ideal weight and have sharp blue eyes. I love to talk to women that are not judgemental or uptight about sex. (I don't think you really are uptight, just unsure) After our talk I tired to imagine your voice and what you look like. You don't describe enough. My penis is 6 & 1/2 inches long and about 4 inches around. Your turn. :-)
Anita blankly gawked at the last couple sentences. "I don't describe enough?" She said to no one in particular. "You describe too much." Her face flushed and she took a swig of her milk and bit into the peanut butter. Could she do this. She wanted to imagine the penis, his penis. Drell's body. But could she? Should she do this? She kicked off her slippers and felt the cool carpet under her feet.
Kitegrl: I'm 5'6" and have shoulder length brown hair, Drell, and sea green eyes. I've mostly kept my figure and I was wondering... are you circumcised?
Anita was shocked she'd written that. How could she? But she wanted to imagine it. Before she could apologize, she was writing it when the message came in, Drell responded.
Drell7: No. You have to pull back the skin to lick the head otherwise all you get is the skin.
Her face flushed. Her heart picked up and she could feel herself getting warm. What was she doing? Anita put her hand on her chest and gasped. This guy was so forward and she a married woman. Of course Drell did not know that and she wasn't about to tell him.
The front doorbell rang. The sound nearly made Anita jump. Who could that be? It wasn't too late but still who'd be at the house on a Friday night? Then she recalled telling Jane Linsby her only friend in the whole world to come over for "movie" night.
Drell7: What are you wearing? Do you want me to tell you what I have on...and then I can take it off as you tell me? We can do whatever you want.
Kitegrl: I have to go.
To be continued...
The computer seemed unable to sign on quick enough. The blue would not fill up the entire bar. 'come on.' Alone again, like last night, with her husband away at work. She found herself almost in tears because she might be too late to connect with Drell. Last night did not go well. Kitegrl did not fly high or at all. The connection hit home. In the distance there was the television talking about a woman found in a motel, killed by strangulation. Anita tried to pay it no attention. (No leads, mother of two...) Anita snatched up the remote popped out of the plush red chair took a few steps and hit mute.
...No Drell7. Anita sat for a moment twirling her hair. She checked her watch. Time to make a sandwich. Venturing into the mocha kitchen she put peanut butter and jam to bread and got herself some milk. She made sure to get back into the study in a hurry. By the time she'd taken a bite and made her way back Drell7 was waiting on her.
Drell7: Hello, Kitegrl.
Kitegrl: I'm sorry about not playing the game. I was nervous.
Drell7: I don't mind. We can move slower. Can I tell you about me? :-) Please?
Kitegrl: Sure, I don't see why not. Can I ask questions?
The previous overture between them had been lots of false starts and her not wanting to commit to any erotica. In the end little was said and nothing got done.
Drell7: No. Just let me talk...you listen.
Anita was not sure if she were happy or simply at a loss. Her eyes, if anyone could have seen, were filled with wonder along with apprehension. She was almost frozen with her hands lifted off the keyboard, waiting. She blinked and tilted her head. Drell did not respond. Anita was about to type something when a rather long message appeared. She read it.
Drell7: I'll tell you the truth. I'm 5' 8" and have auburn hair. I am fit, about my ideal weight and have sharp blue eyes. I love to talk to women that are not judgemental or uptight about sex. (I don't think you really are uptight, just unsure) After our talk I tired to imagine your voice and what you look like. You don't describe enough. My penis is 6 & 1/2 inches long and about 4 inches around. Your turn. :-)
Anita blankly gawked at the last couple sentences. "I don't describe enough?" She said to no one in particular. "You describe too much." Her face flushed and she took a swig of her milk and bit into the peanut butter. Could she do this. She wanted to imagine the penis, his penis. Drell's body. But could she? Should she do this? She kicked off her slippers and felt the cool carpet under her feet.
Kitegrl: I'm 5'6" and have shoulder length brown hair, Drell, and sea green eyes. I've mostly kept my figure and I was wondering... are you circumcised?
Anita was shocked she'd written that. How could she? But she wanted to imagine it. Before she could apologize, she was writing it when the message came in, Drell responded.
Drell7: No. You have to pull back the skin to lick the head otherwise all you get is the skin.
Her face flushed. Her heart picked up and she could feel herself getting warm. What was she doing? Anita put her hand on her chest and gasped. This guy was so forward and she a married woman. Of course Drell did not know that and she wasn't about to tell him.
The front doorbell rang. The sound nearly made Anita jump. Who could that be? It wasn't too late but still who'd be at the house on a Friday night? Then she recalled telling Jane Linsby her only friend in the whole world to come over for "movie" night.
Drell7: What are you wearing? Do you want me to tell you what I have on...and then I can take it off as you tell me? We can do whatever you want.
Kitegrl: I have to go.
To be continued...
Mackenzie Wright(Part 2 of 4)
Kenzie had gotten a shower and managed to get on some clothes, an old t-shirt and some shorts, while admiring himself in the mirror. But now he ventured into the garage. He looked at the car. The right fender was damage. It was not a total lie he told Tag, the car was in the garage. Just not a mechanics garage. Kenzie called his father and told him about how he hit an animal on the road. His dad said when they got back from vacation he'd get the body work done cheap and not to worry about it. He reached out with a hand that was still trembling. In the early morning hours he'd been so drunk and high. He only trembled when he saw the damage, only then.
The car sped along with him behind the wheel. He'd had such a good time at Tag's house. They drank and smoked and Neila had given him head. If Tag new he'd really be pissed. Tag was a stocky stout bastard too. Best never let him find out. The car turned on a dime around a curve. The tires squealed and to him it barely registered that he was doing seventy. The road was posted for thirty-five. His vehicle shook and he ended up in the wrong lane for a bit. The sun would be up soon but as now it was still dark. Kenzie was thinking about Neila and how she'd licked and sucked...it began and was over in a flash. He saw the young girl. He tried to swerve out of the way but he heard the slam and her voice. She screamed in strangled fear. The car bounced, seemed to, as he corrected. All too late. Swerving back and forth trying to hold the Mustang in the road. His arms jerked and his legs cramped up. The vehicle came to a stop amid a cloud of smoke. He looked back and saw no one. The woman? No. No, it was a deer or some animal. His mind replayed it over and over until he decided he'd hit an animal. Mackenzie took a deep breath and got out of the car. Early morning fog lay low and the road was quiet. He listened. He could not see if anyone was in the ditch or off the road in the woods. An animal. He got back into the car, heart pumping, mouth dry and throat burning. Everything seemed intense now. He drove away.
"Hey." Tag called from the doorway. He was in the house heading for the garage. Kenzie jumped and removed his hand from the fender. "Hang on." Kenzie met him in the laundry room. Tag was a little short than Kenzie but a rather broad fellow. His hair cut short and his eyes were wide apart. Tag's forearms could have been constructed from cord wood. He was wearing a Budweiser shirt and cargo pants and looking altogether grungy. He smelled too, just a hint of musk. "Come on lets get going."
Once in the car Tag asked, "Hey what is the deal with your car?" Kenzie waved it off and then responded anyway, "Nothing, just needs some work." Tag left it alone. He didn't want to make Kenzie mad especially if he was going to get him pussy tonight. Kenzie seemed to be very good at getting women to do things and what Neila didn't know wouldn't hurt her. They drove the rest of the way in silence.
The party had been going for about an hour by the time they got to the place and already several people were toasted. Kenzie went right to work too. He started chatting up Elaine. Elaine was supposed to be good friends with Kenzie and nothing more. She wasn't attached to anyone so she was low priority for Kenzie. But Elaine did like Tag. Kenzie decided he could use that to advantage. Tag was just terrible at talking to women and so Kenzie would help him out if he could help himself out along the way. The music was going and it was like every other party he'd been to around these same people but something was different. Kenzie felt sad, no, or lonely? Hollow. Kenzie snatched a bottle of Vodka from the bar and chugged a few swigs. Now he wasn't so hollow any more. Everything is fine his inner voice said. 'You hit a deer.'
End Part 2
The car sped along with him behind the wheel. He'd had such a good time at Tag's house. They drank and smoked and Neila had given him head. If Tag new he'd really be pissed. Tag was a stocky stout bastard too. Best never let him find out. The car turned on a dime around a curve. The tires squealed and to him it barely registered that he was doing seventy. The road was posted for thirty-five. His vehicle shook and he ended up in the wrong lane for a bit. The sun would be up soon but as now it was still dark. Kenzie was thinking about Neila and how she'd licked and sucked...it began and was over in a flash. He saw the young girl. He tried to swerve out of the way but he heard the slam and her voice. She screamed in strangled fear. The car bounced, seemed to, as he corrected. All too late. Swerving back and forth trying to hold the Mustang in the road. His arms jerked and his legs cramped up. The vehicle came to a stop amid a cloud of smoke. He looked back and saw no one. The woman? No. No, it was a deer or some animal. His mind replayed it over and over until he decided he'd hit an animal. Mackenzie took a deep breath and got out of the car. Early morning fog lay low and the road was quiet. He listened. He could not see if anyone was in the ditch or off the road in the woods. An animal. He got back into the car, heart pumping, mouth dry and throat burning. Everything seemed intense now. He drove away.
"Hey." Tag called from the doorway. He was in the house heading for the garage. Kenzie jumped and removed his hand from the fender. "Hang on." Kenzie met him in the laundry room. Tag was a little short than Kenzie but a rather broad fellow. His hair cut short and his eyes were wide apart. Tag's forearms could have been constructed from cord wood. He was wearing a Budweiser shirt and cargo pants and looking altogether grungy. He smelled too, just a hint of musk. "Come on lets get going."
Once in the car Tag asked, "Hey what is the deal with your car?" Kenzie waved it off and then responded anyway, "Nothing, just needs some work." Tag left it alone. He didn't want to make Kenzie mad especially if he was going to get him pussy tonight. Kenzie seemed to be very good at getting women to do things and what Neila didn't know wouldn't hurt her. They drove the rest of the way in silence.
The party had been going for about an hour by the time they got to the place and already several people were toasted. Kenzie went right to work too. He started chatting up Elaine. Elaine was supposed to be good friends with Kenzie and nothing more. She wasn't attached to anyone so she was low priority for Kenzie. But Elaine did like Tag. Kenzie decided he could use that to advantage. Tag was just terrible at talking to women and so Kenzie would help him out if he could help himself out along the way. The music was going and it was like every other party he'd been to around these same people but something was different. Kenzie felt sad, no, or lonely? Hollow. Kenzie snatched a bottle of Vodka from the bar and chugged a few swigs. Now he wasn't so hollow any more. Everything is fine his inner voice said. 'You hit a deer.'
End Part 2
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Horror at Blackstone Part 1 of 3.
Mia Carlo was a small woman. Her body barely measure three inches above five feet. Mouse brown hair thick and flowing made her seem a bit bigger than the truth. Like a cat, before you wet it. Eyes, large and expressive shown with an intense almost jewel green hue. Shapely and tightly wound was a way of describing her too. Nathan did that often. Shapely and tightly wound. What ever did that really mean? Mia not yet twenty had her entire life ahead of her. But it was not her life that troubled her--not technically--past or present. Mia had a friend that had gone missing. Mia hated mysteries to the point that she refused to read all but the most popular or engaging. Dan Brown managed to get her to buy two of his books. And Agatha being a personal best for her managed to wrangle five reads. But over all she hated not knowing and the process of figuring out things to their "logical" or operational conclusion. Still Michelle was missing and the police were doing nothing.
Usually when someone says: The police are doing nothing that means that they are not moving fast enough for this person or that person. Not true in this case. They were doing nothing at all. Really. A small stone house built on a hill and over looking flat ground till everything around it turned to dense woods...this was the place Michelle disappeared from. Her car was found, door open and the radio playing. Her purse ended up being in the kitchen of the house. The contents as far as Nathan could tell were undisturbed. The police issued a brief statement to the press and took a report. The end.
Now thirteen hours after she'd been listed as missing Mia was on her way to Blackstone. The house was actually grey in color and no family named Blackstone owned the property. The owner was a man named Elisha Bailey. Mia spoke to him on the phone. Kind of an old world accent, rather British, that hinted of mystery. Mystery, the hated venue of which to tell a story according to Mia. Still here she was driving thirty five miles out into the deep countryside. Nathan vowed to meet her at the house. He'd gotten the key from the female caretaker this morning and would be waiting on a call at Tellam's bed and breakfast. Mia figured she'd call about five miles out since the B and B was about the same distance from Blackstone. Mia pushed harder on the accelerator. The sooner she got to the place the sooner she could look around and find nothing and still feel helpful to Nathan and like a good friend to Michelle.
As she approached her destination Mia dialed Tony. The phone rang until voice mail. Tony was Michelle's half brother and no one had been able to reach him either. Of course Tony was negligent about answering calls and was often out of touch for days at a time. Michelle's mother and father were dead and her only family in the state was a brother that could not be reached. Nathan convinced the police to get involved after a great deal of badgering on his part. Michelle and Nathan had plans to meet at Blackstone after she showed the house to clients. Nathan found her car and the front door open and the purse. He called the police after looking around for a few minutes did not yield Michelle into view. Of course it was two hours before they came to the property to do anything. To make things worse only two deputies showed. Mia kept going over the seeming uncaring attitude, according to Nathan, of those in authority. In fact even her real estate office said not to worry for at least a while longer. What did that mean? Mia gave up on Tony and dialed in Nathan. "Good, I'm on my way." Mia smiled. "Okay." she said in that drawl that people seemed to love to hear in this area. Living in the Bayou for half her life made her voice quirky and unique according to her friends and the strangers she met. Whatever? "I will wait for you in the driveway." Nathan's voice came through the phone in crackles and pops. "Sure thing, I'll be there in about ten minutes." Nathan unlike her was not a transplant, he'd lived in North Carolina all his life.
Mia pulled into Blackstone drive and the drive wound tightly through dense woods on either side of the road. Barley big enough for one car. Her little red Corvette didn't take well to the tightly packed earth. After a half minute the woods yielded to a huge open area. Atop small hill was the small house. Not much bigger than one might imagine a cabin to be. Mia pulled the car, unknowingly, to the very spot that Michelle parked before she went missing. In about a half hour it would be dark. The quietness of the place was not spooky but perhaps forlorn. Lonely? Lost? Unrequited...
Pulling back her hair into a ponytail she adjusted the mirror and refreshed her lipstick. Crimson red. She got out of the car and waited. Standing around while the wind blew and the last light of the day faded wasn't her idea of a good time. 'Come on Nathan.' The thought unbidden that someone was watching her out in the woods curled up like a snake, ready to strike, in her minds eye. Someone watching you and you can't see them. Secretly seeing and waiting for something. Weakness? Night? Night-time. The person in her imagination was waiting for night and the cover it would bring. Dear God. "What is wrong with me?" She spoke aloud. Mia gazed at the house. The walls were heavy grey stone and the door was of some ponderously thick wood. Small, narrow, glass panes adorned either side of the door. They were only barely windows. No one could climb out of those slits except a small child and from even this far away she could tell they did not open. The enemy she'd created in her mind was still watching and coiling up to the point of becoming fear. Not simple apprehension but true fear of being alone at this place. A quick thought to combat the stillness and her figments was to play music. Mia turned her car radio on. The rock station was playing something good from Three Days Grace. She huffed. Sitting there she began to muse. Her car door was open. She was playing the radio. She was a small, cute and vulnerable young woman out in the middle of no place. Michelle's car had last been here and right now...Mia reached in and started to turn off the radio. Why? Because the situation was similar and Michelle was missing. Mia shook away her apprehensions. But then she looked down the winding road that lead into the tall and oppressive trees she'd driven through. She turned herself all the way around, looking. Tall trees and darkness fast replacing light. A chill went through her and goosebumps formed on her arms. The little green shirt she was wearing and her tight black jeans suddenly felt restrictive. Her attention honed in on movement, movement and light. A vehicle, a white sedan, broke the treeline and kept coming. Nathan was here. Finally. The car came to rest a few feet behind hers.
Nathan was a tall and lanky fellow. He had muscles befitting a runner. Dark brown wavy hair was un-kept at the moment. His hazel eyes were tired and his grey business suit all rumpled and over worn. The tie hung unhappily around his neck. The blue of the tie made him less attractive Mia decided. She pointed, as he approached her, in a playful voice she offered, "Wear a red tie next time Nate blue doesn't cut it for you." Nathan looked at her unfazed. But he did manage to put his big arms around her and squeeze. "Thank you for coming Mia." It was then that the realization that Michelle was gone and Nathan could not find his fiance' and that tie color mattered not a damn at this moment. "Okay, so what do we know.?" Mia offered. Nathan retorted, "I am at my wits end. They would not let me search the woods and I had a heck of a time getting the key for the landlady." Nathan shook his head and collected his thoughts. "Okay..."
Mia watched as Nathan tried to pull together what he knew into coherent thoughts. He was tall and kind of sexy in this light, blue tie or no, and Mia smiled inwardly at herself for thinking this as he explained the situation that was the cause of them meeting. "Alright, her car was almost exactly where yours is now. The door was open and the radio was on at about the volume you have yours." Mia's lips pressed together so as to make an exaggerated kiss and her eyebrows went up. "Oh?" Nathan offered, "Spooky right?" Mia cocked her head so she could look directly into Nate's eyes, "Not comforting at the least." She said the last word with a hiss then she huffed out air. Nathan turned off the radio and closed the door. "Let me show you the inside of the house." It wasn't a question so Mia did not get to say yes or no or have any answer that would settle the outcome. Time to go into Blackstone.
The inside of the house was lit. There was no furniture she could see. The room opened up to a large living area and a fireplace to the left. To the right was a door. "Come on, this way to the kitchen." Mia followed. Through the redwood door was the kitchen. An island sat in the center of the grey slate floor. Double sinks and a brand new dish washer along with two refrigerators. One to her left and the other down the way and in the corner to the right. The fridge on the right was against a blank off white wall. The kitchen was a long rectangular box with only one way in and out. Mia stepped in. Nathan pushed back the wavy hair from his eyes motioning, "This is where I found her purse. Nothing seemed moved or gone. But her keys are missing..." Mia held up her hand, "Wait, what?" Nathan shrugged at her and continued on, "Her keys are missing but other than that nothing..." Mia interrupted again, "Hush up and listen to me Nathan." The boyish face paused, Nate's jaw went slack and he got a quizzical look not unlike that RCA dog. Mia smiled at him cutely before going on but all the while she held up her hand to be sure Nathan knew to remain quiet. "Okay, something is wrong." Mia paced back and fourth while talking. Her words came almost in concert to her pace. Her arms moved about as if that helped her think. Perhaps it did. "Let me think." Nathan was glad to if only she'd think of something like where the heck Michelle was at. Or come up with some evidence to get the police on the stick. Nathan waited but not long...
"Okay, let me think." She said it again. 'Oh God,' Mia walked all the way around the island almost gyrating as she talked, "Purse, keys, door, radio...not the right combination is it?" Nathan had had enough, "What the hell are you talking about Mia?" The little woman stopped in her tracks and tilted her head. The island was between them now. She pointed at him as if she had a gun. Thumb the hammer and index the barrel. "This makes no sense, not logically, for her keys to be missing. The reason is Nate, dear lord think, the radio was on when you got to the place. Did you take the keys?" Nathan shook his head offering no words but hand motions instead. Mia nodded, "Fine, you didn't take the keys, well someone did. What's more it happened while you were in this house the first time. And, honey bear, if her purse was neatly sit on this island and she was in this kitchen then..." Mia's eyes suddenly widened with shock. Nathan looked at her dumbfounded. "what, Mia?" Racing from the house Mia flung open the ponderous wooden door into the deep twilight of the outside world. She marched to her car and studied it like she'd never seen it before. Nathan strode up beside her, "Are you crazy? Just tell me now instead of making me find out later." Mia glared at him for a moment and then put her hands on her hips. Nathan stood like a statue and waited for Mia to stop looking at him like she could kill. "My guess is...I think that Michelle did not come up here alone. If she came into the house and everything was fine, if, then that means the person with her stayed in the car to listen to music." Mia slapped her vehicle to punctuate the theory. "So, someone took the keys from the car after I went in the first time? Someone was with Michelle? That makes no sense they would be missing too Mia." Mia retorted, "Or the person that disappeared Michelle dullard boy." Nathan gawked, "What?" Mia waved a hand and gave a half smile to diffuse Nathan. It worked. "Look, it is just a theory and I'm no cop..." This time Nathan interrupted Mia. He pulled his cell and started going through contacts. "What are you doing?" Nathan shrugged at first then offered, "I'm going to call Tony again, been trying to get him all day." Mia shook her head. "Won't do any good I've left him five voice messages already." Nathan kept sifting contacts. "Hey, when you came out after searching the house when did you notice the radio was off?" Nathan stared at her strangely for several unnerving seconds, "Well, when I got here I turned off the radio but left the keys in the ignition." Both of them paused amid the purple twilight and the cooling air and simply gazed at one another. "Nate, when did you know the keys were gone?" Nathan gave it thought, "After the police checked around I noticed the keys were missing from the car just before they towed it away." Mia raised both eyebrows and tilted her head. "Michelle's keys have her address on them, imprinted on a metal thingy don't they?" Nathan shook his head in affirmation. Then pressed the button to make a call. "Did you tell the police that the keys were missing after the fact?" Nathan looked almost angry as he responded, "Yes, they said it was not a big deal." Mia huffed. Nathan returned the sentiment. "Look Mia..." Abruptly, "Shut the hell up." Mia exclaimed. Nathan pulled the phone away from his ear intent on telling Mia to kiss his ass but before he could do so Mia snatched the phone from Nathan. She closed the phone, reopened it and sifted contacts. "Shh, don't breathe a word." Nathan hunkered down to be eye level with her and was about to say something but a queer look in the cute little girls eyes dared him to do so. Quiet. Mia touched the Little green telephone button on the phone and held the thing by her side. Nathan breathed in quietly. Mia whispered, "Do you hear that?" Nathan strained to hear anything other than the lazy wind but hear it he did. somewhere barely audible was a ringing cell phone. It just barely could be heard. In fact one could easily imagine it a figment, a non-sound, of imagination. "I do hear that, who did you call?" Nathan reached for the phone as Mia closed it and handed it to him. As both stood close together his hand over hers poised to take the phone Mia answered, "Tony."
end part one
Usually when someone says: The police are doing nothing that means that they are not moving fast enough for this person or that person. Not true in this case. They were doing nothing at all. Really. A small stone house built on a hill and over looking flat ground till everything around it turned to dense woods...this was the place Michelle disappeared from. Her car was found, door open and the radio playing. Her purse ended up being in the kitchen of the house. The contents as far as Nathan could tell were undisturbed. The police issued a brief statement to the press and took a report. The end.
Now thirteen hours after she'd been listed as missing Mia was on her way to Blackstone. The house was actually grey in color and no family named Blackstone owned the property. The owner was a man named Elisha Bailey. Mia spoke to him on the phone. Kind of an old world accent, rather British, that hinted of mystery. Mystery, the hated venue of which to tell a story according to Mia. Still here she was driving thirty five miles out into the deep countryside. Nathan vowed to meet her at the house. He'd gotten the key from the female caretaker this morning and would be waiting on a call at Tellam's bed and breakfast. Mia figured she'd call about five miles out since the B and B was about the same distance from Blackstone. Mia pushed harder on the accelerator. The sooner she got to the place the sooner she could look around and find nothing and still feel helpful to Nathan and like a good friend to Michelle.
As she approached her destination Mia dialed Tony. The phone rang until voice mail. Tony was Michelle's half brother and no one had been able to reach him either. Of course Tony was negligent about answering calls and was often out of touch for days at a time. Michelle's mother and father were dead and her only family in the state was a brother that could not be reached. Nathan convinced the police to get involved after a great deal of badgering on his part. Michelle and Nathan had plans to meet at Blackstone after she showed the house to clients. Nathan found her car and the front door open and the purse. He called the police after looking around for a few minutes did not yield Michelle into view. Of course it was two hours before they came to the property to do anything. To make things worse only two deputies showed. Mia kept going over the seeming uncaring attitude, according to Nathan, of those in authority. In fact even her real estate office said not to worry for at least a while longer. What did that mean? Mia gave up on Tony and dialed in Nathan. "Good, I'm on my way." Mia smiled. "Okay." she said in that drawl that people seemed to love to hear in this area. Living in the Bayou for half her life made her voice quirky and unique according to her friends and the strangers she met. Whatever? "I will wait for you in the driveway." Nathan's voice came through the phone in crackles and pops. "Sure thing, I'll be there in about ten minutes." Nathan unlike her was not a transplant, he'd lived in North Carolina all his life.
Mia pulled into Blackstone drive and the drive wound tightly through dense woods on either side of the road. Barley big enough for one car. Her little red Corvette didn't take well to the tightly packed earth. After a half minute the woods yielded to a huge open area. Atop small hill was the small house. Not much bigger than one might imagine a cabin to be. Mia pulled the car, unknowingly, to the very spot that Michelle parked before she went missing. In about a half hour it would be dark. The quietness of the place was not spooky but perhaps forlorn. Lonely? Lost? Unrequited...
Pulling back her hair into a ponytail she adjusted the mirror and refreshed her lipstick. Crimson red. She got out of the car and waited. Standing around while the wind blew and the last light of the day faded wasn't her idea of a good time. 'Come on Nathan.' The thought unbidden that someone was watching her out in the woods curled up like a snake, ready to strike, in her minds eye. Someone watching you and you can't see them. Secretly seeing and waiting for something. Weakness? Night? Night-time. The person in her imagination was waiting for night and the cover it would bring. Dear God. "What is wrong with me?" She spoke aloud. Mia gazed at the house. The walls were heavy grey stone and the door was of some ponderously thick wood. Small, narrow, glass panes adorned either side of the door. They were only barely windows. No one could climb out of those slits except a small child and from even this far away she could tell they did not open. The enemy she'd created in her mind was still watching and coiling up to the point of becoming fear. Not simple apprehension but true fear of being alone at this place. A quick thought to combat the stillness and her figments was to play music. Mia turned her car radio on. The rock station was playing something good from Three Days Grace. She huffed. Sitting there she began to muse. Her car door was open. She was playing the radio. She was a small, cute and vulnerable young woman out in the middle of no place. Michelle's car had last been here and right now...Mia reached in and started to turn off the radio. Why? Because the situation was similar and Michelle was missing. Mia shook away her apprehensions. But then she looked down the winding road that lead into the tall and oppressive trees she'd driven through. She turned herself all the way around, looking. Tall trees and darkness fast replacing light. A chill went through her and goosebumps formed on her arms. The little green shirt she was wearing and her tight black jeans suddenly felt restrictive. Her attention honed in on movement, movement and light. A vehicle, a white sedan, broke the treeline and kept coming. Nathan was here. Finally. The car came to rest a few feet behind hers.
Nathan was a tall and lanky fellow. He had muscles befitting a runner. Dark brown wavy hair was un-kept at the moment. His hazel eyes were tired and his grey business suit all rumpled and over worn. The tie hung unhappily around his neck. The blue of the tie made him less attractive Mia decided. She pointed, as he approached her, in a playful voice she offered, "Wear a red tie next time Nate blue doesn't cut it for you." Nathan looked at her unfazed. But he did manage to put his big arms around her and squeeze. "Thank you for coming Mia." It was then that the realization that Michelle was gone and Nathan could not find his fiance' and that tie color mattered not a damn at this moment. "Okay, so what do we know.?" Mia offered. Nathan retorted, "I am at my wits end. They would not let me search the woods and I had a heck of a time getting the key for the landlady." Nathan shook his head and collected his thoughts. "Okay..."
Mia watched as Nathan tried to pull together what he knew into coherent thoughts. He was tall and kind of sexy in this light, blue tie or no, and Mia smiled inwardly at herself for thinking this as he explained the situation that was the cause of them meeting. "Alright, her car was almost exactly where yours is now. The door was open and the radio was on at about the volume you have yours." Mia's lips pressed together so as to make an exaggerated kiss and her eyebrows went up. "Oh?" Nathan offered, "Spooky right?" Mia cocked her head so she could look directly into Nate's eyes, "Not comforting at the least." She said the last word with a hiss then she huffed out air. Nathan turned off the radio and closed the door. "Let me show you the inside of the house." It wasn't a question so Mia did not get to say yes or no or have any answer that would settle the outcome. Time to go into Blackstone.
The inside of the house was lit. There was no furniture she could see. The room opened up to a large living area and a fireplace to the left. To the right was a door. "Come on, this way to the kitchen." Mia followed. Through the redwood door was the kitchen. An island sat in the center of the grey slate floor. Double sinks and a brand new dish washer along with two refrigerators. One to her left and the other down the way and in the corner to the right. The fridge on the right was against a blank off white wall. The kitchen was a long rectangular box with only one way in and out. Mia stepped in. Nathan pushed back the wavy hair from his eyes motioning, "This is where I found her purse. Nothing seemed moved or gone. But her keys are missing..." Mia held up her hand, "Wait, what?" Nathan shrugged at her and continued on, "Her keys are missing but other than that nothing..." Mia interrupted again, "Hush up and listen to me Nathan." The boyish face paused, Nate's jaw went slack and he got a quizzical look not unlike that RCA dog. Mia smiled at him cutely before going on but all the while she held up her hand to be sure Nathan knew to remain quiet. "Okay, something is wrong." Mia paced back and fourth while talking. Her words came almost in concert to her pace. Her arms moved about as if that helped her think. Perhaps it did. "Let me think." Nathan was glad to if only she'd think of something like where the heck Michelle was at. Or come up with some evidence to get the police on the stick. Nathan waited but not long...
"Okay, let me think." She said it again. 'Oh God,' Mia walked all the way around the island almost gyrating as she talked, "Purse, keys, door, radio...not the right combination is it?" Nathan had had enough, "What the hell are you talking about Mia?" The little woman stopped in her tracks and tilted her head. The island was between them now. She pointed at him as if she had a gun. Thumb the hammer and index the barrel. "This makes no sense, not logically, for her keys to be missing. The reason is Nate, dear lord think, the radio was on when you got to the place. Did you take the keys?" Nathan shook his head offering no words but hand motions instead. Mia nodded, "Fine, you didn't take the keys, well someone did. What's more it happened while you were in this house the first time. And, honey bear, if her purse was neatly sit on this island and she was in this kitchen then..." Mia's eyes suddenly widened with shock. Nathan looked at her dumbfounded. "what, Mia?" Racing from the house Mia flung open the ponderous wooden door into the deep twilight of the outside world. She marched to her car and studied it like she'd never seen it before. Nathan strode up beside her, "Are you crazy? Just tell me now instead of making me find out later." Mia glared at him for a moment and then put her hands on her hips. Nathan stood like a statue and waited for Mia to stop looking at him like she could kill. "My guess is...I think that Michelle did not come up here alone. If she came into the house and everything was fine, if, then that means the person with her stayed in the car to listen to music." Mia slapped her vehicle to punctuate the theory. "So, someone took the keys from the car after I went in the first time? Someone was with Michelle? That makes no sense they would be missing too Mia." Mia retorted, "Or the person that disappeared Michelle dullard boy." Nathan gawked, "What?" Mia waved a hand and gave a half smile to diffuse Nathan. It worked. "Look, it is just a theory and I'm no cop..." This time Nathan interrupted Mia. He pulled his cell and started going through contacts. "What are you doing?" Nathan shrugged at first then offered, "I'm going to call Tony again, been trying to get him all day." Mia shook her head. "Won't do any good I've left him five voice messages already." Nathan kept sifting contacts. "Hey, when you came out after searching the house when did you notice the radio was off?" Nathan stared at her strangely for several unnerving seconds, "Well, when I got here I turned off the radio but left the keys in the ignition." Both of them paused amid the purple twilight and the cooling air and simply gazed at one another. "Nate, when did you know the keys were gone?" Nathan gave it thought, "After the police checked around I noticed the keys were missing from the car just before they towed it away." Mia raised both eyebrows and tilted her head. "Michelle's keys have her address on them, imprinted on a metal thingy don't they?" Nathan shook his head in affirmation. Then pressed the button to make a call. "Did you tell the police that the keys were missing after the fact?" Nathan looked almost angry as he responded, "Yes, they said it was not a big deal." Mia huffed. Nathan returned the sentiment. "Look Mia..." Abruptly, "Shut the hell up." Mia exclaimed. Nathan pulled the phone away from his ear intent on telling Mia to kiss his ass but before he could do so Mia snatched the phone from Nathan. She closed the phone, reopened it and sifted contacts. "Shh, don't breathe a word." Nathan hunkered down to be eye level with her and was about to say something but a queer look in the cute little girls eyes dared him to do so. Quiet. Mia touched the Little green telephone button on the phone and held the thing by her side. Nathan breathed in quietly. Mia whispered, "Do you hear that?" Nathan strained to hear anything other than the lazy wind but hear it he did. somewhere barely audible was a ringing cell phone. It just barely could be heard. In fact one could easily imagine it a figment, a non-sound, of imagination. "I do hear that, who did you call?" Nathan reached for the phone as Mia closed it and handed it to him. As both stood close together his hand over hers poised to take the phone Mia answered, "Tony."
end part one
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Dialogue-2
Anita finished up the dishes just as the sun slipped completely below the horizon. Standing in her kitchen that was decorated in warm mocha tones she pondered what she'd done last night. Also what she would be doing again soon. She sat at the kitchen table and listened to her husband getting ready for work. He had to cover an extra shift and had been working odd hours. She'd been surprised when he came back when he did. Hopefully Drell was not mad at her for having to disappear so quickly. Would he be waiting online tonight? She hoped both no and yes. Could she do more than talk? Could a woman her age and with her life experiences pull off cyber sex? Heck she wasn't sure she was great at it in real life. She laughed to herself at that and smiled. 'I've managed to embarrass myself, while alone, in my own kitchen.' Somehow it was refreshing and put a remedy to her dark mood.
Greg walked into the kitchen. He stood five inches taller than Anita and he made for a nice head rest for cuddling or dancing. Her husband was in reasonably good shape but perhaps could stand to lose five pounds. His dark hair and green eyes along with a sturdy frame made him a man people did look at with a second glance, more than not. Well, women sometimes found him attractive. Greg brushed back his hair and said "I'm headed out the door, take care." With that he turned away and left. Moments later the door shut and the car started. Greg was gone. Alone again.
Anita got up from the table and walked into the study. Of course it really was not a study but more a place to keep books and the computer along with a couple chairs and two end tables that matched nothing in the house. A storage-study room? It was something...right now it would become the place she "cheated" on her husband. She mused: A storage-fornication-study room. That did not make her laugh. Was this really cheating? She checked the silver band that held the declicate watch face studded in diamonds. In half an hour it would be time to talk to Drell. Mr. Drell. Drell7. The watch.
The watch had been given to her by Greg on their fifth anniversary. It'd cost a great deal for them then. That was before she'd gotten lucky the second time in her entire life. Anita counted meeting and falling in love with Greg as the first time. The second time she split money five ways in a lottery that netted her $125,500. She'd paid off the house, both cars and managed to bank just over two thousand after all was said and done. of course that had been a long time ago. Greg and she had managed to slip away from one another over the years. Like a beach eroding slowly; at first you just don't notice what is missing. Then you've run out of room. All you can do is step back, start over, or be covered by the waves. Covered and lost. Except they were neither lost nor had they started over. Her and Greg were just coming and going. They hadn't even had sex for almost four months now. She cooked and cleaned and stayed at home and he worked and slept and ate and did yard work. Room mates. Far less like married people than buddies. Well, not even buddies either...they just happened to split the bills and share a roof.
The computer waited. Anita turned it on. It would be still more than fifteen minutes before Drell would be at the appointed place. So? She signed in early. The empty blank space made her feel even more alone. The screen so white and empty it begged for words just like her mind and body begged to hear and learn and feel and touch someone that loved her back. Greg probably did still love her. Right? But if she asked and he said the unthinkable what would she do? Fall apart. Fly into a rage. Little Anita in a rage. Probably not. Most likely she would cry. What's more is if Greg ended up being hurt she asked him such a thing. Was she not just as guiltyof letting things grow cold and distant as he was? The answer came as she stared at blank nothing on her screen. Yes. How had this happened? As her thoughts moved toward a way to fix the situation and reclaim the fire they had in the first five years the computer signaled that someone was on-line. Bling!
Drell7: I'm early did you miss me?
Kitegrl: Yes. You said something about doing more than talking?
To be continued...
Greg walked into the kitchen. He stood five inches taller than Anita and he made for a nice head rest for cuddling or dancing. Her husband was in reasonably good shape but perhaps could stand to lose five pounds. His dark hair and green eyes along with a sturdy frame made him a man people did look at with a second glance, more than not. Well, women sometimes found him attractive. Greg brushed back his hair and said "I'm headed out the door, take care." With that he turned away and left. Moments later the door shut and the car started. Greg was gone. Alone again.
Anita got up from the table and walked into the study. Of course it really was not a study but more a place to keep books and the computer along with a couple chairs and two end tables that matched nothing in the house. A storage-study room? It was something...right now it would become the place she "cheated" on her husband. She mused: A storage-fornication-study room. That did not make her laugh. Was this really cheating? She checked the silver band that held the declicate watch face studded in diamonds. In half an hour it would be time to talk to Drell. Mr. Drell. Drell7. The watch.
The watch had been given to her by Greg on their fifth anniversary. It'd cost a great deal for them then. That was before she'd gotten lucky the second time in her entire life. Anita counted meeting and falling in love with Greg as the first time. The second time she split money five ways in a lottery that netted her $125,500. She'd paid off the house, both cars and managed to bank just over two thousand after all was said and done. of course that had been a long time ago. Greg and she had managed to slip away from one another over the years. Like a beach eroding slowly; at first you just don't notice what is missing. Then you've run out of room. All you can do is step back, start over, or be covered by the waves. Covered and lost. Except they were neither lost nor had they started over. Her and Greg were just coming and going. They hadn't even had sex for almost four months now. She cooked and cleaned and stayed at home and he worked and slept and ate and did yard work. Room mates. Far less like married people than buddies. Well, not even buddies either...they just happened to split the bills and share a roof.
The computer waited. Anita turned it on. It would be still more than fifteen minutes before Drell would be at the appointed place. So? She signed in early. The empty blank space made her feel even more alone. The screen so white and empty it begged for words just like her mind and body begged to hear and learn and feel and touch someone that loved her back. Greg probably did still love her. Right? But if she asked and he said the unthinkable what would she do? Fall apart. Fly into a rage. Little Anita in a rage. Probably not. Most likely she would cry. What's more is if Greg ended up being hurt she asked him such a thing. Was she not just as guiltyof letting things grow cold and distant as he was? The answer came as she stared at blank nothing on her screen. Yes. How had this happened? As her thoughts moved toward a way to fix the situation and reclaim the fire they had in the first five years the computer signaled that someone was on-line. Bling!
Drell7: I'm early did you miss me?
Kitegrl: Yes. You said something about doing more than talking?
To be continued...
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Mackenzie Wright(Part 1 of 4)
No one called him Mac. He hated Mac. He had exactly three friends, real ones. They called him Kenzie. He liked that too. Today Mackenzie, I'm not one of his friends, did something that could not be forgiven. But I am getting ahead of myself. Time for a flashback -_-_ -_----__ ___ --
Kenzie was four inches shorter than six feet. His hair fell like a mane and flowed across his shoulders in thick golden spikes. Ice blue eyes and a rather perfect tan to make him all the more irresistible, at least to some. His hips were narrow but his shoulders broad. Strong legs and arms filled out the picture. He was trapped between looking like a sleek runner and a power running back for the NFL. Kenzie would turn twenty in a matter of days. In order to celebrate Kenzie would need to find him a woman and have some fun. Kenzie loved women.
A woman he particularly "loved" was Anna Kelkwin. Anna was a hot number. Kind of short and shapely with close cut ebony hair and expressive smouldering grey eyes. She flirted often with Kenzie but dated Maurice Fletcher. Maurice was a short man of average build and long auburn hair. Too long for his face and his eyes squinted all the time when he didn't wear his shades. Even at such a young age the habit of squinting all his life had given him permanent wrinkles. Maurice was a good friend to Kenzie and they often hung out together. Known to Kenzie was what time Maurice would be at work. Kenzie also knew when Anna would be home. Anna and Maurice had been living together for about a year...
Sauntering up to the door in a short sleeved red shirt and some old jeans with holes he made his presence known. Knocking loudly at first and then finishing up with a few softer knuckle bangs; it was his trademark. Anna opened the door. "What are you doing here?" She knew he was going to come over. They talked about it at Wyatt's party last week. She was being coy. Of course Anna knew he would show up but not what would happen. What she would allow to happen. "Hello." He said it in that deep sexy voice she loved. Anna stepped away from the door and Kenzie moved in closing it, locked it.
Once inside Kenzie made himself at home. He sat down in the black recliner and kicked off his flip flops. Anna admired the deep curve of his arch and how long his toes were and the surprising narrowness of his feet compared to the rest of him. Perfect skin and perfect shapes every place she looked. Not like Mauri. Maurice had gained a few pounds and was not as muscular as Mackenzie. "Okay, Anna you know we talked about me coming over and what we would do, so lets get to it." How very forward she thought. Her eye brow raised and she put her hands on her hips. "Well how about romance or hell foreplay or...something." Mackenzie leaned back in the recliner and propped his feet. Putting his hands behind his head he retorted. "Honey-dew if you wanted romance you'd wait for Maurice to come home. You don't want that, nope, you want to be a bad-bad girl." Anna quivered inside. He wasn't wrong. She wore a T-shirt with no bra and put on jeans but no underwear. Her little feet were bare expect for the scarlet polish. She stood thinking to herself about how disappointed Maurcie would be. After all he wanted to marry her and Mackenzie was one of Mari's best friends. "Come and get it." That sexy voice and the open invitation. She just had to know what he had behind those jeans.
Anna went for his button and zipper but Kenzie pushed her away. His perfect white smile disarming and yet somehow just a bit sinister. "What." She said it in that coy way but really meant it more harsh than that. "Lets start a little lower doll, suck my toes and lick my feet."
"No, I don't think so."
"All the women I've ever been with have started on either my feet or my fingers." He just said it like it made perfect sense. Perhaps it did for him. "Suck my toes." He wiggled the long big toe that was perfectly manicured at her face. She sat by the recliner and watched him push his foot at her. "I'll give you to the count of nine, not ten, to put it in your mouth and suck it." After a short pause he started counting in that deep throat ed voice he used at the party. She'd been drunk then and planning to hook up behind Mauri's back seemed a great deal less cold and a lot more fun than she felt she was having right now. Anna pressed her lips together as Kenzie counted slowy. He'd gotten to five and he was stretching it out..f i v e...si..x, se v e n. Screw it.
Anna took the foot he offered and plunged the toe between her lips. The length of it took up half as much room in her mount as Mauri's cock. That surprised her. Both that she thought that and that it was true. She felt embarrassed somehow. But she continued to suck. The length of his toe was warm and smooth. It tasted vaguely salty but also bland. In no time she was licking his toes and running her tongue up and down his arch. Kenzie got tickled a couple of times and they both sort of laughed. Her mega-wattage gaze meeting his equally intense stare. After a few minutes Anna crawled onto the recliner with Kenzie and unbuttoned his pants. It was then that the familiar sound of her boy friends car pulling into the drive made her leap off the recliner. Kenzie laughed and slowly got out of the seat and put on his flip flops. The car door slammed and Maurice made his way up the gravel drive. Anna waved Mackenzie away nervously. He was not moving fast enough. As Mauri tried the door but found it locked Mackenzie exited into the hot summer sun and slowly closed the back door of the apartment. Maurice unlocked the door and stepped into his home. "Hello, baby I've missed you." Anna wrapped her arms around Mauri and hugged him tightly. Anna continued on rushing her words. "Lets go to the bedroom I've been hot for you all day, love." Of course being happy to be greeted like this on his lunch hour from the factory was unexpected and great...so food would just have to wait. After all he could stand to lose a few pounds.
Mackenzie walked into his room. He still lived at home. Sweat dripping from him. Anna and Maurice lived five miles down the road and the hot July day made the ride on his bike a small torture. Pulling off his shirt Kenzie smiled at himself in his full length mirror. He purchased it just so he could see himself from head to feet all at once. He loved what he saw too. The phone rang. Kenzie picked it up.
"Hello."
"Hey, Wyatt is having another party tonight." The sentence kind of stuck in place like their should be more to it.
Kenzie was four inches shorter than six feet. His hair fell like a mane and flowed across his shoulders in thick golden spikes. Ice blue eyes and a rather perfect tan to make him all the more irresistible, at least to some. His hips were narrow but his shoulders broad. Strong legs and arms filled out the picture. He was trapped between looking like a sleek runner and a power running back for the NFL. Kenzie would turn twenty in a matter of days. In order to celebrate Kenzie would need to find him a woman and have some fun. Kenzie loved women.
A woman he particularly "loved" was Anna Kelkwin. Anna was a hot number. Kind of short and shapely with close cut ebony hair and expressive smouldering grey eyes. She flirted often with Kenzie but dated Maurice Fletcher. Maurice was a short man of average build and long auburn hair. Too long for his face and his eyes squinted all the time when he didn't wear his shades. Even at such a young age the habit of squinting all his life had given him permanent wrinkles. Maurice was a good friend to Kenzie and they often hung out together. Known to Kenzie was what time Maurice would be at work. Kenzie also knew when Anna would be home. Anna and Maurice had been living together for about a year...
Sauntering up to the door in a short sleeved red shirt and some old jeans with holes he made his presence known. Knocking loudly at first and then finishing up with a few softer knuckle bangs; it was his trademark. Anna opened the door. "What are you doing here?" She knew he was going to come over. They talked about it at Wyatt's party last week. She was being coy. Of course Anna knew he would show up but not what would happen. What she would allow to happen. "Hello." He said it in that deep sexy voice she loved. Anna stepped away from the door and Kenzie moved in closing it, locked it.
Once inside Kenzie made himself at home. He sat down in the black recliner and kicked off his flip flops. Anna admired the deep curve of his arch and how long his toes were and the surprising narrowness of his feet compared to the rest of him. Perfect skin and perfect shapes every place she looked. Not like Mauri. Maurice had gained a few pounds and was not as muscular as Mackenzie. "Okay, Anna you know we talked about me coming over and what we would do, so lets get to it." How very forward she thought. Her eye brow raised and she put her hands on her hips. "Well how about romance or hell foreplay or...something." Mackenzie leaned back in the recliner and propped his feet. Putting his hands behind his head he retorted. "Honey-dew if you wanted romance you'd wait for Maurice to come home. You don't want that, nope, you want to be a bad-bad girl." Anna quivered inside. He wasn't wrong. She wore a T-shirt with no bra and put on jeans but no underwear. Her little feet were bare expect for the scarlet polish. She stood thinking to herself about how disappointed Maurcie would be. After all he wanted to marry her and Mackenzie was one of Mari's best friends. "Come and get it." That sexy voice and the open invitation. She just had to know what he had behind those jeans.
Anna went for his button and zipper but Kenzie pushed her away. His perfect white smile disarming and yet somehow just a bit sinister. "What." She said it in that coy way but really meant it more harsh than that. "Lets start a little lower doll, suck my toes and lick my feet."
"No, I don't think so."
"All the women I've ever been with have started on either my feet or my fingers." He just said it like it made perfect sense. Perhaps it did for him. "Suck my toes." He wiggled the long big toe that was perfectly manicured at her face. She sat by the recliner and watched him push his foot at her. "I'll give you to the count of nine, not ten, to put it in your mouth and suck it." After a short pause he started counting in that deep throat ed voice he used at the party. She'd been drunk then and planning to hook up behind Mauri's back seemed a great deal less cold and a lot more fun than she felt she was having right now. Anna pressed her lips together as Kenzie counted slowy. He'd gotten to five and he was stretching it out..f i v e...si..x, se v e n. Screw it.
Anna took the foot he offered and plunged the toe between her lips. The length of it took up half as much room in her mount as Mauri's cock. That surprised her. Both that she thought that and that it was true. She felt embarrassed somehow. But she continued to suck. The length of his toe was warm and smooth. It tasted vaguely salty but also bland. In no time she was licking his toes and running her tongue up and down his arch. Kenzie got tickled a couple of times and they both sort of laughed. Her mega-wattage gaze meeting his equally intense stare. After a few minutes Anna crawled onto the recliner with Kenzie and unbuttoned his pants. It was then that the familiar sound of her boy friends car pulling into the drive made her leap off the recliner. Kenzie laughed and slowly got out of the seat and put on his flip flops. The car door slammed and Maurice made his way up the gravel drive. Anna waved Mackenzie away nervously. He was not moving fast enough. As Mauri tried the door but found it locked Mackenzie exited into the hot summer sun and slowly closed the back door of the apartment. Maurice unlocked the door and stepped into his home. "Hello, baby I've missed you." Anna wrapped her arms around Mauri and hugged him tightly. Anna continued on rushing her words. "Lets go to the bedroom I've been hot for you all day, love." Of course being happy to be greeted like this on his lunch hour from the factory was unexpected and great...so food would just have to wait. After all he could stand to lose a few pounds.
Mackenzie walked into his room. He still lived at home. Sweat dripping from him. Anna and Maurice lived five miles down the road and the hot July day made the ride on his bike a small torture. Pulling off his shirt Kenzie smiled at himself in his full length mirror. He purchased it just so he could see himself from head to feet all at once. He loved what he saw too. The phone rang. Kenzie picked it up.
"Hello."
"Hey, Wyatt is having another party tonight." The sentence kind of stuck in place like their should be more to it.
"Sure, I'll go Tag...I'll find us both some bitches, I mean ladies to get with."
Tag laughed for several seconds before explaining what time the party started. Kenzie made sure Tag would pick him up. His car was in the garage. Tag didn't seem to mind and didn't ask any questions. That's how Kenzie liked his friends, obedient.
Tag laughed for several seconds before explaining what time the party started. Kenzie made sure Tag would pick him up. His car was in the garage. Tag didn't seem to mind and didn't ask any questions. That's how Kenzie liked his friends, obedient.
Buffy Season 8 review. (1)
The Long Way Home, Part one.
Joss Whedon, Georges Jeanty, Andy Owens, Dave Stewart and Rischard Starkings.
Cover by: Jo Chen.
I read the comic tonight and must say on a scale of 1 to 10...3 being something not worthy of a Buffy story(out of character content and other such things) and 1 being an utterly
uncollectable comic...I'll have to give The Long Way Home, Part one a score of 7.
What it did: Show us a bit of how the characters have changed and how they have not. It showed it could make fun of itself...Nick Fury joke was great. It left several things a mystery. Who was the fellow floating above the castle? Who is Amy's boy friend? What does the symbol mean they found in the castle? All-in-all it was a little too short for my taste but I am such a huge fan it just means I want more. Making me wait for Willow and Rupert hurt but I'll get over it. Also I liked that Amy was back as a badguy because many Buffy fans wanted to see an Amy versus Willow confrontation after the curse Amy put on Will. Now it looks like we will get our chance.
What it did not do: It did not accurately give a sense that more than a year passed. And it left a lot to the imagination where the army was concerned. After all the Initiative salted the earth and covered up and abandoned every attempt to harness the supernatural and other worldly threats and powers. So what are they doing now? Seems a little far fetched the Government would get involved in something that was utterly doomed once. But then again this is a comic and if Sunnydale can be blamed on Buffy Summers as a direct cause she would seem like a terrorist. And so the brilliant plan to create decoy Buffy's.
I loved the show when it was on and this is a great way to honor and continue it.
April 4 is the release of the next comic...if you don't have issue 1 I suggest you get it. You can catch up on the story. This is a great comic. And one more thing: The art of Jo Chen is really good.
Joss Whedon, Georges Jeanty, Andy Owens, Dave Stewart and Rischard Starkings.
Cover by: Jo Chen.
I read the comic tonight and must say on a scale of 1 to 10...3 being something not worthy of a Buffy story(out of character content and other such things) and 1 being an utterly
uncollectable comic...I'll have to give The Long Way Home, Part one a score of 7.
What it did: Show us a bit of how the characters have changed and how they have not. It showed it could make fun of itself...Nick Fury joke was great. It left several things a mystery. Who was the fellow floating above the castle? Who is Amy's boy friend? What does the symbol mean they found in the castle? All-in-all it was a little too short for my taste but I am such a huge fan it just means I want more. Making me wait for Willow and Rupert hurt but I'll get over it. Also I liked that Amy was back as a badguy because many Buffy fans wanted to see an Amy versus Willow confrontation after the curse Amy put on Will. Now it looks like we will get our chance.
What it did not do: It did not accurately give a sense that more than a year passed. And it left a lot to the imagination where the army was concerned. After all the Initiative salted the earth and covered up and abandoned every attempt to harness the supernatural and other worldly threats and powers. So what are they doing now? Seems a little far fetched the Government would get involved in something that was utterly doomed once. But then again this is a comic and if Sunnydale can be blamed on Buffy Summers as a direct cause she would seem like a terrorist. And so the brilliant plan to create decoy Buffy's.
I loved the show when it was on and this is a great way to honor and continue it.
April 4 is the release of the next comic...if you don't have issue 1 I suggest you get it. You can catch up on the story. This is a great comic. And one more thing: The art of Jo Chen is really good.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Dialogue-1
Kitegrl: Okay, I'm here? Hello?
Drell7: So am I. Did you expect me not to show for our private chat?
Kitegrl: Just wondering where you were. What do we do now?
Drell7: I had trouble signing in. Well, :-) we talk. This is about you.
Kitegrl: About me? I don't know what to say. I've only been using a computer for
about 3 months. Just got one and the beginning of the year.
Drell7: See, not too hard. I'll help you get started: What is your favorite color?
Kitegrl: Blue, light blue. What's your favorite color?
Drell7: I love red.
Kitegrl: Talking to a total stranger has got me excited...bet its not the same for you?
Drell7: What? We arn't total strangers you like blue and you just got a computer..we know things about one another.
She paused for a moment. In her mind she pondered. Should I do this? Should I reply back? Her hands hovered over the keyboard. Decide. What had she done so far? Talked to a nice man on line and that was all. Of course she knew why she'd come to the site. Trying to lie to yourself was hard when you knew the you of you so well. Still trying to make up her mind a message came in...
Drell7: Question: Why did you pick Kitegrl?
Immediately Anita found herself typing the words. Like an automatic response she told him. It was a little fantasy, a bit of a dream. Away she went. What was the harm?
Kitegrl: Well, I want to be free like a beautiful kite flying on the wind...teathered only by the one I love to the Earth. Relly didn't want to use girl, havn't been one of those in years, but Kitelady sounded somehow too much like baglady. LOL! Hope that makes sense?
Drell7: It does...thank you for sharing that with me. So do you want to do more than talk?
Kitegrl: I don't know...can we meet again? Same time as now and talk some more. Gotta go.
Drell7: Wait.
Three hours later: Debra Sentre was a married woman. Almost forty and she had two young teenage boys at home. Her husband was a hard worker and a good family man but for years the sex had been bland. Of course like her husband she was plain. Shoulder length brown hair, a few wrinkles around the eyes. Cool green eyes and a little skinny for her height. She put on her coat and headed out the door to the motel across town. Her plans were to meet a man she'd never seen. However they'd talked for the last seven months over cyberspace.
At first it was just talking...but then Deb, he gave her a nickname, they started having erotic conversations. It had been so exciting. Over the next few months though she wanted more. It was she that said they should meet. At first he resisted. But tonight would be the night.
Her phone rang. The ringtone was jailhouse rock. "Hello." She knew who it was.
"Hey, honey let me know when you get to your sisters. Tell her I hope she feels better."
"I will. Pulling in right now actually...everything should be fine."
The concerned voice on the other end sounded unsure of something. But what? Did he trust her? She had lied about her sister getting ill and needing someone to stay with little Kile tonight. Maybe he was just worried about her being out in the middle of the night?
Either way the phone conversation ended with ordinary goodbyes and I love you's. That was the last time Debra ever spoke to Franklin. Twenty five minutes later she lay dead in a motel room...her phone the only sound in the room. It was jailhouse rock again...
Drell7: So am I. Did you expect me not to show for our private chat?
Kitegrl: Just wondering where you were. What do we do now?
Drell7: I had trouble signing in. Well, :-) we talk. This is about you.
Kitegrl: About me? I don't know what to say. I've only been using a computer for
about 3 months. Just got one and the beginning of the year.
Drell7: See, not too hard. I'll help you get started: What is your favorite color?
Kitegrl: Blue, light blue. What's your favorite color?
Drell7: I love red.
Kitegrl: Talking to a total stranger has got me excited...bet its not the same for you?
Drell7: What? We arn't total strangers you like blue and you just got a computer..we know things about one another.
She paused for a moment. In her mind she pondered. Should I do this? Should I reply back? Her hands hovered over the keyboard. Decide. What had she done so far? Talked to a nice man on line and that was all. Of course she knew why she'd come to the site. Trying to lie to yourself was hard when you knew the you of you so well. Still trying to make up her mind a message came in...
Drell7: Question: Why did you pick Kitegrl?
Immediately Anita found herself typing the words. Like an automatic response she told him. It was a little fantasy, a bit of a dream. Away she went. What was the harm?
Kitegrl: Well, I want to be free like a beautiful kite flying on the wind...teathered only by the one I love to the Earth. Relly didn't want to use girl, havn't been one of those in years, but Kitelady sounded somehow too much like baglady. LOL! Hope that makes sense?
Drell7: It does...thank you for sharing that with me. So do you want to do more than talk?
Kitegrl: I don't know...can we meet again? Same time as now and talk some more. Gotta go.
Drell7: Wait.
Three hours later: Debra Sentre was a married woman. Almost forty and she had two young teenage boys at home. Her husband was a hard worker and a good family man but for years the sex had been bland. Of course like her husband she was plain. Shoulder length brown hair, a few wrinkles around the eyes. Cool green eyes and a little skinny for her height. She put on her coat and headed out the door to the motel across town. Her plans were to meet a man she'd never seen. However they'd talked for the last seven months over cyberspace.
At first it was just talking...but then Deb, he gave her a nickname, they started having erotic conversations. It had been so exciting. Over the next few months though she wanted more. It was she that said they should meet. At first he resisted. But tonight would be the night.
Her phone rang. The ringtone was jailhouse rock. "Hello." She knew who it was.
"Hey, honey let me know when you get to your sisters. Tell her I hope she feels better."
"I will. Pulling in right now actually...everything should be fine."
The concerned voice on the other end sounded unsure of something. But what? Did he trust her? She had lied about her sister getting ill and needing someone to stay with little Kile tonight. Maybe he was just worried about her being out in the middle of the night?
Either way the phone conversation ended with ordinary goodbyes and I love you's. That was the last time Debra ever spoke to Franklin. Twenty five minutes later she lay dead in a motel room...her phone the only sound in the room. It was jailhouse rock again...
To be continued...
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