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November 15, 2005
Sunrise
When dawn broke, we, again, found ourselves alone. We were both a mess, and as I looked into her eyes; I realized that my life had changed forever. I had to have this woman, regardless of the consequences. For me, she was perfect. Drop dead beautiful; sensual, intelligent, sly, and as resourceful as anyone I’d ever been around. She could also, kill! She made me feel alive. I realized the power that ruled my world lay within her. I was hooked. I didn’t just want her; I needed her…bad. Mentally and physically.
We looked around…we were way too high to jump, but saw seventeen German military issue duffel bags. Seventeen? Why seventeen? And what were they doing there? Things were getting stranger by the minute.
What the fuck do you think is in those?
It turned out to be a dismantled hang glider.
We assembled it.
I asked, Can you fly this? No. She asked, can you fly this? Yes I said…I lied.
Are you ready? I asked. She said no, wait until the ship is closer. What ship? I asked. That one, she said, pointing southeast. I swear that damn boat wasn’t there a minute ago. We paused, and as we were waiting, I made up my mind. We were going to Bavaria.
That was the first, and only, as of yet, time we held each other, and she was holding on for sure. It felt good…really really good. On the way down, I told her I needed her…bad. She didn’t hear, which might or might not be a good thing.
She brings out things in me. Things I didn’t realize were in there.
It was a flight I will never forget, and we crash-landed on the ship. If I could suspend twenty minutes in time, that would be them. She was holding me like I’d never been held before. Holding on for dear life. I like that.
I kid you not; the fucking Boss Capitan who had a patch over one eye, and a damn seagull on his shoulder greeted us. A fucking seagull. She slit his throat before he could say anything. She had plans, but at the time…I didn’t know it.
A seedy looking bastard, a crewmember grabbed her, and lifted her skirt…and I saw, for the first time, the Promised Land. I broke that fuckers neck…don’t fuck with my goal, I thought.
After that, she forced the crew to jump, and it was just the two of us onboard, I thought my dream might come true. I was wrong. No way. She wouldn’t give it up.
Well, it was obvious we’d gone from one bad situation into another, frying pan into the fire, or some shit like that.
In the last 24 hours, she’d killed 5 people and it didn’t seem to bother her at all. It was like a mission, except I had no idea where it would end. I wanted it to end inside her, but I had my doubts. I knew this was going to be a long one.
I decided I was in for the duration.
Posted by Yabu at November 15, 2005 02:21 PM | The Past
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You betta watch out 'cause I think she's gettin' set to kill yo' ass dead. ;)
Posted by: RedNeck at November 15, 2005 07:30 PM
That was my thought RN.
You breathe at my leisure, Yabu.
Do not forget that.
Posted by: Voodoo at November 15, 2005 07:58 PM
Going to Bavaria... uh huh... that might change a lot... theehee.
Posted by: Ann at November 16, 2005 05:33 AM
Ok, so we know what she brings to the table...what do you bring?
Posted by: Kelly at November 16, 2005 08:45 AM
Domino, I have a big surprise for you.
Think about that!!!
Posted by: Yabu at November 16, 2005 12:15 PM
