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THE CREATURE WITHIN 7: MAJOR RAMOSCHAPTER 7: MAJOR RAMOSI really didn’t have that much stuff to move. Sylvia had insisted, though, that my primary residence for the foreseeable future was going to be with her at her Caracas estate. When she saw that the sum total of my belongings was seven moving boxes, she mumbled that there was some serious shopping in our near future. But, she said it in a tone that was pure delightful expectation.We talked about this move for days leading up to it happening. Then, I insisted on talking about it on the flight from Port of Spain to Caracas. It was at that point that she got firm with me. I was an adult and certainly capable of deciding what I wanted to do with my life, she argued. We were seated opposite each other on her private jet. She was dressed very nicely in a dress that fell just below her knees, nylons, heels, and conservative jewelry, which I suspected was her life away from the resort that she just relinquished to the Harrelsons. Me … well, I was quite differently dressed in shorts, pull-over shirt, and sandals. It was what my life had been. We were a mismatched pair and that was part of my concern with her intention to protect me inside her comfortable nest.The other part of my concern was I wasn’t matched to her life, period. She was a rich and powerful woman with connections throughout the city and government. She lived in wealth, high society, and among the powerful, both in wealth and politics. I, on the other hand, was a small town girl, never having money of my own, little interest in power, and none in politics. It made no sense to me. And, that was my argument back to her.The service attendant notified Sylvia discreetly that the plane was in approach for the airport. I looked out the window and was surprised to see a line of mountains to the right and endless expanse of development and people that was Caracas, a sprawling city with a metropolitan population of over five million souls, perhaps the majority of whom were struggling or far worse. The main international airport was about 13 miles to the northwest of the city on the coast of the Caribbean. The airport we were approaching turned out to be a commercial airport used by companies and smaller planes and only a few miles from Sylvia’s home or headquarters offices.She leaned to me after putting her seatbelt back on, taking my hands in hers. “Dear, Annie. You know I think you are one of the strongest, most determined women I have met. You have been through so much and continue to press on without regret or feeling sorry for yourself. Don’t think of my pushiness as trying to take over your life, but to give you options. You came to me, remember, to tell me that you couldn’t devote you full attention to the resort. You and I were similar; don’t you see that? The resort was something we both felt we needed to do, to prove something, but it was always a temporary venture. Both of us. We were both destined to do more. I knew what mine was. I have all these companies to run and now I know that I can. I needed to prove that to myself, not just to others.” She squeezed my hands. “But you … you know there is something else, too. You just don’t know what, yet. That is what this is about, Annie. To give you an environment where you can seek out what that is that you may be meant to be doing.”“I feel guilty.”She smiled, “Too late. We’re here. Commit yourself to discovering yourself. That will be enough for everything you have given me.” I squeezed her hands, then settled back as the plane dropped closer to landing. I watched out the window as we sank below the mountain and the ocean beyond disappeared. I watched as the expanse of the city flashed below and I remembered back to the only other time I had been to Caracas. That time was a part of the journey I still find myself on. Yes, she is right. I need to finally commit to this discovery and exploration. I thought I had, but I needed a change, a distinct break in my routine. I’ll allow myself to get settled in, then I would call Jenna.Sylvia’s home was a short distance from the secondary airport, but it was all city driving on streets that at times seemed like the millions of people in the metropolitan area were right where we were. The small town girl was coming out, again.She lived in an exclusive community area near the Casa Club – Caracas Country Club in the Altamira District of the city. The area has its own Metro Station and includes many hotels and restaurants, as well as being an important business and residential center of the city. It is a cultural center in Caracas and is, therefore, important for tourist. Not surprisingly, the Altamira District is considered one of the most affluent neighborhoods with the cost per square meter of real estate to be one of the highest in the city. Immediately north of the District is the El Avila National Park, which is wooded and contains the mountain I saw from the plane.The plane taxied to a sparkling, white hangar containing the words “Contreras Enterprises” on the hangar door. Waiting near the front of the hangar was a shiny, black SUV and a white van. A middle-aged, very fit man in a black suit was standing ramrod straight at the front wheel, his hands clasped comfortably in front of him. As the plane came to a stop, I clipped leashes to both Wolf and Preta. The attendant was suspicious of them the entire trip. Once the cabin door was opened, the pilot and co-pilot exited the flight deck and waited. Sylvia went first and I noticed that the pilot stepped in front of her and led her down the steps from the plane. The co-pilot gave my partners a wary look and followed me down. At the bottom, Sylvia hugged and thanked each of them, then turned to the SUV, which had moved in closer. The van moved to the rear of the plane and was already moving luggage and my boxes from underneath.At the SUV, the man was holding the rear door open. Sylvia stopped behind me, her two hands on my shoulder. I had both a****ls on a very short leash because of the noise on the tarmac.“Adrian Ramos, this is my friend, Annie Linder. She will be staying with me for a while.”He didn’t seem to know what to do. I transferred Wolf’s leash to my hand with Preta’s and extended my free right hand to him. He shook it while keeping a watchful eye on the a****ls, especially Preta.Sylvia chuckled as I led the a****ls to the rear hatch door, securing them in the back before rejoining her at the open door. She was teasing Adrian, “My dear, Adrian, I do believe this is the first time I have ever seen you nervous.” He didn’t smile, but he did nod.Adrian, as Sylvia explained, was driver, bodyguard, and personal friend. She told me an interesting story about him. He had been a major in a Venezuelan special forces group. He was one of the most respected and decorated military men in the country. He led a small group of soldiers into a skirmish against a Columbian d**g dealer at the border. The mission was a success, but Adrian was severely hurt in the process and two of his men were killed. His medical convalescence last nearly a year. He almost died several times in surgery to repair his body. Medical care and surgical procedures that were not covered by the military. He was a recipient of an unknown benefactor who was still a mystery to him. She winked at me. By the time he was able to move around with some comfort, he found that he was removed from active service. Despite receiving the highest honors the country bestowed, he was lost without his service. He sunk into depression, alcohol, and pain killers. It was then that her husband approached him.Adrian wasn’t an easy man to convince. Proud, perhaps to a fault, he saw no worthwhile reason to live; he saw nothing important enough to get himself straight and back to the man he had been. Her husband tracked him down at a seedy bar on the edge of Petare, the largest slum district in Caracas on the east side of the city. It must have been quite a sight. A well-dressed old man walking into such a bar, looking around the patrons, finding the one he wanted and sitting across from him without asking.Sylvia understood the conversation to go something like:Adrian, “What are you doing here?”“You know who I am?”“Of course. Thank you, by the way, for the money over the years to the special forces. We would have been at a loss without the proper weapons.”“You men did good for the country. It seemed best to give it directly.”“Thanks. But, again, what are you doing in a place like this. You could get yourself robbed pretty quickly.”“I need your help.” Adrian just looked up without saying anything. “It’s not me, it’s my wife. I am dying. Months is all the doctors think. I know my wife. Strong, courageous, smart, and head strong. She’s been fine letting me run the businesses, but I know she will take over once I am gone. She’ll also continue to be public with philanthropic causes.”“How does that affect me?”“I want two things from you: get yourself straight; and, take care of my wife. You’ll be well compensated and you’ll have whatever budget you need for special cars, weapons, security.”Adrian had laughed. “That’s all?” They looked at each other for a moment. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” He saw the slight nod. “You’re dying in a few months and you are leaving your wife’s safety to me. What do you know about me except that I have a lot of metals from killing?”“Major, you killed to protect others, most especially your men. And I know EVERYTHING there is to know about you. You are the man I need. A point of clarification, though, is that this isn’t just to keep my wife safe. As much as that is important, the most important thing is that she will need someone to trust.”Ever since, that is exactly what he has been. A bodyguard, certainly, but someone she could confide in. Even istanbul escort the resort … and that did raise his eyebrows.* * * * *“Jenna, hi. I’m sorry it took me so long to follow-up with you, again. Moving has been an experience and I’ve been busy.”“Don’t worry about it. Say … I’ve got Steve and Mary with me, I’ll put you on speaker.”“That’s fine, I have you on speaker, too. I’m scanning the mountain with binoculars.”“Mountain … what? Where are you?”“Sylvia’s. I thought I told you. Maybe that was Sam … sorry, again.”“Mountains … sounds interesting.”“Yeah. Sylvia’s place is huge. I’m sitting next to her pool. The room she gave me is a suite with sitting room, bedroom, bathroom … my god, you guys … the closet is huge. Sylvia has been taking out shopping like she wants me to fill it up.” I chuckled. “Apparently, my wardrobe of shorts and pullover shirts isn’t appropriate for her events.”I could hear laughing on the other end of the line. They were making comments about me dressed to the hilt when I had just been working at a clothing-optional resort.Jenna calmed that side down. “Give us an update on you. How are you feeling, aches, pains, specifics? What about your body aches?”“No, they are gone. Joints, bones … that achy feeling is gone. It apparently ran its course. Though, there was something weird at the shoe store. Sylvia had me getting a variety of high heels and assorted other shoes to go with the clothes she has been buying for me.”“What was weird?”“My feet … the soles, I think. I guess I have been bare foot or sandals so much I didn’t notice before. I guess I noticed that my running shoes were getting tighter, but …”“What is it, Annie?!?”“Right … I think the soles of my feet are a lot thicker.”I heard Steve, “Pads … you mean like thicker like the pads of a dog or cat? Of course!”“Of course, what?”Jenna, “We’ve been talking about some images we’ve seen from your last screenings. He was wondering about your feet. That might explain it.”Mary came on, “Annie, what about …” there was a pause as if they were conversing quietly among themselves, “… what about your fingers?”I had long ago put the binoculars down and now I was looking at my fingers. “How did you know? We haven’t talked about my hands.”“What about them, Annie?”“They hurt like hell is what’s about them. Not achy, hurts.”“What else? Hearing, smelling, sight … other senses?”I thought about that. “All of the above. Listen guys, I’m in. I’m convinced, okay? I have to figure out how to manage this stuff. All that stuff. I hear conversations and sounds that are too far away to be reasonably heard; ordinary smells are sometimes intense; sight … at night it’s like night vision, like in the movies, but this is in shades of grey. And, ‘other senses’, you are hinting at extrasensory, aren’t you?”There was a hesitation on the other end as if they were holding their breath. Jenna followed up, “Well?”“I think so. Weird, right? Not with humans, though. I told you about the dolphin, Jenna.” I heard in the background someone repeating the word ‘dolphin?’ “You told me to get out of my way. I did and what happened with the dolphin was crazy.”Jenna became emphatic. “You need to come in! The sooner the better.”I agreed and hung up. My distraction during the call meant that I failed to notice when both Wolf and Preta lifted their heads to look behind me at the beginning of the call. Unknown to me, Adrian had approached and heard the entire exchange.* * * * *The house was divided into private and common areas. The second floor contained two large bedroom suites and two guest rooms. The first floor was the living areas of the house with formal living room, recreational/entertainment room, dining room, kitchen, and a den/office. Outside the recreational/entertainment room was a spacious patio surrounding a 20 meter pool deep enough for swimming, but not for diving. Sylvia had taken over the den/office, once the domain of her husband, now transformed by decorating with softer and feminine touches to better suit her energy sensitivities.Adrian quietly left the patio feeling guilty about his eavesdropping on Annie’s conversation, but too curious about it to leave it alone. He paused just inside the double glass doors to look out at the young woman who had turned the household upside down in just over a week. She had placed double thickness of pool towels on the patio surface next to her lounge chair where the two black a****ls were curled on either side of her. On the days when the grounds crew on working, she kept the a****ls close by her side, as was the case today. Other days, she would release the a****ls to explore the expansive yard. He had no doubt that the six foot wrought iron fencing would keep Wolf inside, but would hardly deter the panther. He had only snippets of information about how they had become her watchful companions.Encouraged by Sylvia, he had begun giving her some training according the efforts used in his special forces group. Sylvia challenged him to not hold back with her, stressing to him that she not only enjoyed the workouts, but seemed driven to find her full capabilities in areas of strength, endurance, speed, and self-protection. After only a few such sessions, her physical abilities proved to be yet another mystery to him. She was a seemingly petite woman, but her body was taut, muscular, and exhibited lightning fast reflexes. He moved to the side as she rose from her lounger, the two a****ls raising their heads to watch her intention. He knew that she was moving to the pool, to again make a shallow dive into the water for another 15 to 20 minutes of swimming. He also knew that before the day would be over, she and the a****ls were likely to be in the natural park land outside the property for a run in the mountain terrain. He studied her body barely covered in a very brief bikini as she moved to the end of the pool, pulling on her goggles. Her body was easily in the single digit body fat range and he envied her for that, remembering the years of his youth, early in his military career when his body was similarly hard and taut. Not that he was carrying much fat even now, but single digit … not for many years.He stopped at the open door to the office and watched Sylvia gazing at one of two computer monitors filled with columns of numbers, scrolling up and down as she sought insight into something. She was an amazing woman, perhaps ten years senior to him, but his eyes only saw the woman underneath what the public was allowed to see. No matter how the public might see this generous woman, they didn’t know the beginning of her generous nature or love for people that knew no boundaries of race, station in society, or any other cataloging people used. He often thought back to that night when her husband tracked him down and asked him to look after her because he was dying. His soul melted as he reflected on her … he had never had a task, a mission, a role, a request that was as enjoyable and rewarding as being at her side.The gentle rap on the doorway eventually drew her attention. She took off the glasses she used for computer work, put them on top of a file on her desk, and leaned back in her chair. She gave him a tired smile. “Thank you, Adrian. I need a break from this.”“Problems? I won’t pretend I can help you, though.”She laughed. “Interrupting me is help. This agency … I think I’ll have to meet with them. They don’t seem to be very efficient in the use of donated money.”“The city is lucky to have you looking over these agencies’ backs. There is enough corruption out there.”“I don’t want to go that far …” she chuckled, “… not yet, anyway.” He chuckled, too. This woman might be lady in every sense of the word and a compassionate heart that was immense, but when words needed saying, she wasn’t afraid to be the one to say them. She got up from the desk and took his hand, leading him to the sofa underneath a wall of books. “What’s on your mind?”He told her about the conversation he overheard, first apologizing, then expressing his concern.“It sounded serious, Sylvia. She talked about pains and aches, hearing, sight, and smell issues.”Sylvia leaned back into the sofa and exhaling a long sigh. She took his hand and stood up. “We need to have a conversation. You deserve to understand what is happening. It is part of the reason she is here rather than the resort. And you need to understand.” * * * * *I was leaning on the edge of the pool, relaxing after the swim, and enjoying the feel of the sun on my back. Sylvia and I agreed, reluctantly on my part, that I should remain dressed outside and in common areas of the house. There were days when housekeeping and landscape people weren’t around, but Adrian might always be around the house, garage or yard.The a****ls and I reacted to a sound at the same instant. It was still surprising to me that there were fewer times when Wolf or Preta reacted to a sound before I did. When it did happen, it was generally when I was deeply lost in thought and oblivious to the world around me. Coming from the house were Sylvia and Adrian. Sylvia bent over the lounge chair I had been using to pick up one of the large towels. She held it out to me as I climbed over the edge of the pool.“Wrap yourself in this, a healthy man might not be able to talk unless you’re covered.” She laughed playfully as Adrian gave her a gentle shove on the shoulder, objecting to the comment with his own playfulness.Sylvia explained that Adrian had overheard part of my phone call and expressed concern. I patted his hand and thanked him for the concern, then assured him everything was fine.Sylvia looked at me seriously, “I think we should bring Adrian into what is happening.”I looked into his eyes and face, then glanced to Sylvia. avcılar escort I looked down at the puddles of water forming at my feet. Preta must have sensed the tension in me because he nudged his head under my arm. When he did, Wolf duplicated the action at my other arm. I stroked their massive, black heads. I had them lay down at my feet and I looked back up to Sylvia and Adrian.“How much?”“Everything. I think he needs to know it all. While you are here, he will take it upon himself to include you under his protection and guidance. He has already started working with you, right? All you did was ask.” She put her hand tenderly on his knee. “That’s the way he is. He will notice things. It will be better to have him aware and not show concern.” I nodded and sighed. Explaining the entire story to someone new was the hard part. I started from near the end with the discovery of my DNA abnormalities. That, of course, led to questions but set a base for discussion about aches, pains, the comments about my senses. That led to questions of him trying to understand how such a thing could have happened. That led to the finding Jenna and I developed about the explosion of the plane. That led to questions about what I was doing flying a bush plane in the deep jungle.“The Guarani?” He looked at Sylvia. “I thought they were legend.”She chuckled, “That’s what people are meant to think. Can you imagine how their lifestyle and culture would be ruined if people knew?”“So … it’s true about them and a****ls?”I looked at her questioningly. How much was I supposed to share? She nodded to me. “He knows about what you and I have been up to with the resort.” She looked at her hand still on his knee, she patted it several more times.I smiled at the sight. I knew from the first meeting that they shared something, but I assumed it was a comfortable relationship, a familiarity that came from being together, him protecting her. There was more. The touch. The smiles. The gentleness. The thoughtfulness.So, I shared the rest. Starting with the resort, how I got to the resort to assist Sylvia; the need for additional a****ls and Sylvia’s connection to the Guarani, which was a surprise to Adrian. I smiled at that. She hadn’t told him as much as she might have thought. I went through the challenges I had from the people, leading up to the horses, and finally to Preta. He watched my stroking Preta’s head as I talked about that time.“I don’t know what I thought about him, where he came from … I guess I didn’t want to consider that he really was wild.” He looked over at Wolf, “Him?”I put a hand to him. “A little less wild when I met him. There were two dogs, Wolf and Thor, a Great Dane. I always suspected Thor was a pet that got lost from somewhere, God knows from where. Wolf, though, I always had a sense he might have been different. But, nobody knew anything about either of them.”He was watching me carefully, then asked the question he was looking for confirmation for his understanding. “So … these two are the ones you mated with last and that’s where the canine and feline DNA came from. Then, the plane explosion somehow induced a catalyst for the mutation, the fusion?” I nodded. He asked a few more questions, several about the people who were helping me. I told him, if he took me to the airport tomorrow, he would see my lead contact. He agreed. I felt a level of understanding, acceptance of the bizarre situation he found himself. But more, developing through the long discussion, I felt a growing sense of protection coming from him, covering me.* * * * *There must be an accident somewhere up ahead. Traffic was snarled like I had never seen even in Phoenix. Adrian was mumbling about being late as he scanned side streets and all the mirrors for an escape option. I told him to relax, they were coming to pick me up. I was the only one and they wouldn’t leave without me.I was sitting in the passenger seat in front. Sylvia would seat in back, but that might be as much about what was expected than how she felt about it. I wasn’t even going pretend. He had opened the rear door, but I walked around the front of the car and opened the front door. He had looked at Sylvia with a look beseeching help. There was none to come, though, as she turned back to the front door, laughing at his frustration.I turned in the seat, loosening the seatbelt slightly to accommodate sitting partially to the side toward Adrian. He glanced at me while maintaining view of the traffic mess around us. “What?”“So, tell me … fess up … are you and Sylvia … you know …”He looked at me startled, “Know what? Are we what?”“Come on, Adrian! I’ve seen how you two look at each other. Are you saying there is nothing going on between you?”He stared out the windshield. I waited. “No, there isn’t.” He sounded resigned, stating something that was, but …I was quiet for a while, watching the traffic slowly loosen up. We were again picking up speed and would be at the commercial airport in minutes now. I put my hand on his thigh. “You need to, Adrian.” He just focused on his driving. “It’s there … both of you. I can see it, I know you can feel it, and I am positive that Sylvia does, too.”“She … she hasn’t … I’m not …”“Adrian, Sylvia is too much of a lady to make the first move. You know that, right? Forget what happened on the island, the resort. That was the resort. This is her home. She’s a lady here.” He glanced at me. “Adrian, do it. Please. She’s waiting for you.”We came up to the gate at the airport. He used the company code for access and drove to the company hangar. Waiting in front of it was a matt black jet plane. I always marveled at the appearance of it. It was a cross between a small cargo, passenger, fighter jet.He looked at me with some wonder. “That’s your ride?” I nodded. “Who are these people?” I smiled.As we pulled up to the cargo bay ramp, Sam started walking down. I opened my door and Adrian got out of his, walking around the back of the SUV to let Wolf and Preta out. I walked up to Sam and hugged him, the a****ls catching his scent and standing casually and relaxed around us. I let Sam go and turned to introduce the two of them.“Sam, I would like you to meet …”Sam stepped forward. His positioning was almost aggressive. “Major Ramos.”With no smile on his face, Adrian responded. “Agent James.”“I thought you died in that conflict at the Columbian border.”“Sylvia Contreras. I thought you died in the Brazilian jungle.”Sam glanced at me. “Annie.”Then, they both broke into smiles and laughed, hugging each other and pounding each other’s backs. I stood stunned. “You two know each other?”Sam released him and turned to me. “We did a couple missions together for the Venezuelan government some years back.” He pounded him on the chest. “I am truly pleased you are still alive.”Adrian, “Still with the Agency, I see. Say, has someone there been training Annie?” Sam confessed. “I thought I saw Agency technique in her.”“You’re training her?”“We’ve been doing a few things. For a k**, she has potential, don’t you think?”Sam appraised me. “Yeah, maybe … maybe you’ve noticed that she can be stubborn to follow your teaching.”“Yes, but that’s okay. It actually works well with my technique.” Sam laughed.Once we were in the air, a horizontal take-off again to not draw too much attention, I asked about Adrian’s technique.He laughed. “Watch out for that guy. Very unorthodox. Most organizations try to specialize and not confuse those they train. As you have seen, Agency trains Jiu-Jitsu and some Wing Chun. These are very traditional styles. Adrian grew up in the slums and participated in street matches using boxing and wrestling moves. In the military, he learned what we teach. When he went into the special forces section, he incorporated Savate, foot boxing, and Muay Thai, a very aggressive and brutal form popular in Thailand. Very few of his recruits were able to learn his style.” He turned serious. “If he starts teaching you his style, pay very close attention and don’t relax. With your speed, reflexes, and agility, you may be the perfect candidate. It would be something I would like to see … his style and your new body.”“My new body …”He put his arm around me as we sat in jump seats next to each other. “You said you were committed to it.”I smiled with new determination. “I am!” He pulled me into his side and squeezed.* * * * *Adrian walked into the house from the side door by the separate garage building. He checked the kitchen and living room before finding Sylvia in the entertainment room. She was curled on one end of the sofa, soft music coming from the console, and a book in her lap. She was engrossed in the book, as she often was when she took the time to relax, and didn’t hear him approach the door. He stopped in the doorway, studying this woman he had known for a number of years, but suddenly seeing her in a new way, a way presented to him by Annie’s open and honest observations.After spending these past years watching over her, being with her nearly everywhere she went, except the resort that she kept private to herself, he was stopped in his tracks by the small things that now were intriguing. He stood frozen, not wanting to be discovered quite yet. He watched her attention to reading when the index finger of her left hand rose to her face, pausing, catching a wayward strand of hair, and absently moving it behind her ear. Her hand stayed in place for a moment, then dropped down to turn the page, holding it in place for a moment before rising to her mouth, licking the tip before turning the next page.He leaned against the door jam, only a shifting of his weight, and watched as her hand now moved to her calf, stroking up and down it from her ankle to the skirt hiding the rest of her legs. Annie was right, şirinevler escort of course. He never gave such feelings a chance or consideration. As Annie noted, Sylvia was a lady, one of the truly gracious and generous ladies of the city. He was … what was he? He was a slum k**, a guy who lived a brutal and violent life in harsh conditions. He was a guy who had given up on everything, who had sunk to the depth of life, until this woman’s husband tracked him down, lifted him up and challenged him to watch over the woman he loved, the woman he was having to leave behind. He had never forgotten that night; he had never forgotten how that night, that request, had so completely save him in every way that a man could be saved. Now … here he was, listening to a twenty-something girl that he owed himself and this lady the opportunity to realize and act on how they both felt for each other. Was he crazy? Was she crazy?He stepped into the room and she looked up.She heard a movement. She thought she had before, but she was intent on the story, the really good part, and the sound didn’t repeat. She ignored it. But, now she heard it more distinctly. Looking to the door, she saw Adrian. A smile crossed her face. She didn’t think about it; she didn’t need to. This time, though, his appearance, his steps were different. She studied his face. No worry, no sadness, no concern was evident. There was something, though.Carefully watching his face, “Our girl get off, okay?”“Yes.” He stopped in front of her. “Can we talk?”She put her feet on the floor and the book on the side table. She straightened her dress and patted the sofa next to her. “Are you okay?”“Sylvia … I need to say something … I want to say something. But, if I am out of line … just tell me and it will never come up, again. Boy, I hope I’m not.”She took his left hand and held it between both of hers. “Tell me. I think we have been honest with each other. I owe you so much, Adrian. You’ve been my rock through good and bad times. You’ve held me steady when I went crazy over things that happen in the city or politics. Tell me.”He took a deep breath and exhaled long and slow. “Sylvia, you know I care deeply for you, don’t you?” She nodded and looked deeper into his eyes. He was nervous and had a difficult time holding her gaze. But he did. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand. “That doesn’t really express how I feel, though.” Another long breath. She stayed quiet, now stroking the top of his hand. He looked down at her hand stroking his, then looked back to her eyes. They were open wide, anticipating, inviting, maybe even hopeful. “Oh, hell …”He leaned over and kissed her quickly on the lips. Her hand came to her lips as they parted, her eyes finding his and holding his gaze with hers. He was panicked. Then she through her arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss, but a long, hard, and passionate kiss.“Sylvia … I love you! I’ve wanted to say that for so long …” He took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it, holding her eyes with his. “Am I going to be sorry for this?”Tears came to her eyes and she smiled. This time she threw herself into him, knocking him back into the sofa. When she broke this kiss, she buried her face into his neck“I have loved you, too. Two people not knowing how to tell each other.” She stood up in front of him and put out her hands to him. He took them and she pulled him up; well, she encouraged him up. She stepped up to press against him, her fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. She looked up. “You were such a gentleman in doing that. Thank you for having the strength to approach me. May I … I’m going to respond in a very un-lady-like way.”He lifted her chin to kiss her. “You, un-lady-like? I don’t think that’s possible.”She smiled and pulled him to the door to the hall. “In public, you might be right. In private, though …” She pulled him harder to the stairway to the second floor. “I’ll just show you …”As she led him to the door of her suite, he pulled back. She pulled harder, opened the door and pulled him into the outer sitting room. He turned her and held by the shoulders.“Sylvia … are you sure? I … I never …”She gave him her best pouty eyed look. “You aren’t going to make me plead, are you?”He smiled and shook his head. After all this time, it seemed too impossible to be real. But, if this was a dream, what would he like to do? He swept his left arm under her knee and lifted her into his arms.“OOOHHHHHHH … Adrian! Put me down!” But she was laughing with delight.“In just a moment.” He opened the door to the bedroom and carried her to the side of the bed. He set her down on her feet and took her in his arms, again. The hug turned into a kiss that turned into a passionate joining of mouth and tongue. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies. For the first time, he ventured his hand onto her rear. When she didn’t negatively react, he fondled her ass, pulling her into himself.She wasn’t uninvolved, however. The touch on her ass was welcome and reassuring that this was something he wanted as much as she did. She freely and eagerly pressed her groin into his body, mashing her breasts into this chest. She never wanted that kiss to end. But it had to … it must. She was the one to break the kiss. But, she pushed his jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall at their feet. Her fingers found the buttons of his white, short-sleeve shirt as he kissed her, again. Her hands went into the shirt and touch his naked chest, feeling the hairs, the muscles she always admired in a man like this, a man who had sacrificed his body for others, for his government. She pulled the tails out of his pants and pushed his shirt to join the jacket on the floor. She started on his belt, but he interrupted her efforts with those of his own. His hands worked around her body, fumbling for the clasp and zipper of her dress. She almost laughed as his large fingers fumbled for the small clasp. But, he managed it, the zipper pulled to the bottom and pulled from her shoulders and down over her hips to pile at her feet.He pulled her into him, crushing her in his need to feel her against him. She worked his belt loose, then the snap and zipper of his pants, pushing them and his underwear down over his hips. Her hand rose up along his thigh, finding his penis, his stiffening penis, and she gasped.She broke the kiss and fell to her knees in front of him. She looked at the penis in front of her. “My god, Adrian!” She thought Adam was large. But not like this! She took it in her hand and licked up the length to the head. She looked up at him. His eyes were on her. She licked up and down his cock. At the top, she took the head into her mouth and sucked. She used one hand just below the head as she sucked, then put the other hand around the base. She pulled her head back and looked. She had both hands on his cock and it wasn’t completely covered. She sucked on it, again. He was fully hard and when she let go, it stood up. She looked up at him and smiled, a smile dripping with the lust that was consuming her. “I told you … in private I am not always the lady …”He pulled her up and they kiss, his hard cock pressed into her belly. She looked him in the eyes and pushed him back onto the bed. She dug underneath his pants and found his shoes, untied them and pulled them and his socks off.She went to the head of the bed, took hold of the cover and pulled it down, forcing him to lift himself for the cover to be pulled off. She pointed for him to lay back down, which he did, curious about what next she was going to do. He found out immediately.She folded the cover and laid it over a chair. In her bra and panties, she stood at the foot of the bed and gazed at him. He raised himself to his elbows and gazed at her. She stopped and looked at his still hard, trim body. She glanced down at hers, no longer trim and certainly soft. She looked up at him.“I’m not a young woman any longer, Adrian.”He smiled and put out his hand. “There is only one thing that is important, Sylvia.” She waited. He smiled deeper and his eyes grew softer. “You are the woman I want.”She had an involuntary shiver at those words. Her arms went around herself, she closed her eyes. When she opened them, he was still there, his hand still out to her. She smiled and slowly pulled her arms back to her side and pushed her panties down off her hips and down her legs. Her arms then went behind her back and unclasping her bra, let it gall to the floor, too. She crawled up onto the bed, pulled his legs together, and crawled over them until she was over his midsection. She bent over to kiss him.“I want you, Adrian Ramos. I want you to make love to me.”“It would be my greatest pleasure, love.”She slid her pussy over the length of his cock, back and forth. She pulled forward and reach underneath, holding his cock in the air and slowly lowered herself over and down his shaft. “Oh … my … god … finally … I have … you … where you … belong.” She smiled down at him, his hands on her breasts, fondling them and pinching the nipples. She giggled, “No, not … underneath me … but … in me …” She kissed him, more.She moved forward and back on his hard cock as they kissed until she dropped her head to his chest. Then, she sat up to rise and drop on his cock in near heaven with the feeling of him gliding inside her. Her hands went from his chest up her own body to encase her breasts, squeezing and fondling them, her lower lip sucked into her mouth and pinched by her teeth. She moved her hands up into her hair as she ran her fingers through her hair and squeezing her head as if she thought she might explode.It wasn’t long when they both did in effect explode, each of them climaxing nearly at the same time, each overcome by the desire and release of pent-up frustration. She collapsed on top of Adrian, breathing hard but contentedly.There was a lot they needed to discuss, plan, and possibly resolve in the near future. She hoped it would occur soon, but for now she was content with the feelings currently coursing through her.* * * CHAPTER 8: BE ALL YOU CAN BE will follow * * * Thanks for reading
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