Tracker lock: target, woman. Possible threat. Analysis follows:
Strong body, strong willed. Walk and attitude indicates high level of
alertness. Head held high, eyes on scan, penetrating scan. Surrounding
personnel shrinking away from eye contact. Strike order: no allies detected,
single target. Strike points: no weapons detected. Left arm firmly grasps
forward strap of purse, recommend right collar bone for shooting arm, neck,
face unarmored. Target passing out of range, threat: no threat. Target out
of range.
<Models, Inc.> Role Play Episode 06
The Specialized
Carrie heard the door behind her open.
She did not get up but watched him approach in the mirror. Baker
was a man of forty or so, his skin golden tan, his eyes narrow from constant
time in the sun. Well over six feet tall, the definition of his muscles
could not be concealed beneath his long sleeved light khaki shirt
or darker brown trousers. And yet he moved quietly across the floor in
his booted feet, moving with grace. She smiled, both inside and outwardly,
watching him approach, closed her eyes as she felt his strong hands on
her nude shoulders, and felt a rare presence in her body, passion, as he
leaned down on nuzzled her neck, his short curly black hair against her
cheek.
He said spoke nothing, but she knew what he wanted, and she
wanted to give it to him, all she could, to make this time last and last.
Not give herself totally to him, but give totally herself to this time,
to pleasing him. And so, she let him feel the pleasure he was making her
feel as her body flared, turned and looked up to him, offering her lips
to feel his.
Taking her hand lightly, accepting her slightly open, panting mouth,
he slowly brought her to her feet and gently guided her away from her
powders and creams. With her back to the bed, his hands moved from her
hands and slowly up her body until he lovingly had her head in both hands,
holding her tight as his tongue explored her, her arms encircling him for
the salvation he was as they shared breathing.
As her knees started to buckle, he caught her, release her lips,
and stared down into the eyes that blazed with desire for him, the smile
on the face that wanted him forever. He gently felt her hair with his right
hand and moved to her face, lightly running a finger over her lips. Carrie
closed her eyes and kissed his hand, tasting all that was him, fueling her
fires from what she felt for him. Baker with his other hand caressed her
shoulders, and with a touch from years of experience, removed her spaghetti
straps from her shoulders and allowed her gown to drop to her feet.
Carrie did not shudder to the sudden exposure to the slightly cooler
air in the room. She was with her passion and had started to perspire.
Her hands moved to his shirt and started on the buttons with only one
thought in mind; to make this session better than the last.
"May be we should take Anna to the police so that she can tell
them what she saw at the wedding! And what she told us last night!"
suggested Sarah as the car's getting further and further away from the
beach house.
"We don't have time to waste. Lt. Soto sounded urgent when he
called. He said Linda and Eric are there too." said Craig.
"Are you sure? I mean you heard Anna saying how the house's going
to be blown up and all the rest..." Sarah wondered aloud.
"Okay, okay, we'll go and pick her up then. Give her a call first
though." said Craig while handing Julie the phone.
"What are you trying to say Lt.? Are you suggesting they're all
dead?" said Eric impatiently.
"Shut up Eric. What about Daniel?" Linda added.
"That is what we are trying to determine." The police lieutenant
looked down on something on his desk. "The child is safe, with his
nurse
and has been since yesterday." He dismissed that with a wave of his
hand.
Looking back up, "But we don't know where those three are, nor
what has happened to them, nor what caused the explosion, though we will
probably have that last one soon."
Eric, now very serious, looked at Soto seriously. "Do you think
it is connected with the shooting yesterday?"
"Adam, Adam!" Monique said as she attempted to wake up Adam.
It's dark, and it's quiet. All can be heard are the short breaths
of Monique.
"Monique! Any luck?" Adam was awaken, and apparently very happy
to
see Monique back.
"Are you alright?" asked Monique caringly.
"Uh huh, not too good but I'm fine." said Adam. "How about
you?"
"No one's around." Monique said.
"Let's away then, as soon as possible."
Grayson strutted confidently down Sunset Strip in the crispness of
the west coast's summer night. Her smile was a simple, painted closed
mouth one; her outfit practically spandex, a halter neck, curve hugging
dress of zippers.
The center one was pulled down enough to more than
adequately reveal her breasts and barely support them, while the two
others, reversed and ending at the straps, were pulled up far enough
enough to allow her nude legs plenty of freedom for their forceful power
walk. The long strapped matching white purse hung level with her hips,
guided my her left hand which firmly gripped but not clutched the forward
rein that tautly hung off her shoulder.
The dress of a street walker, but obviously not one to the trained
eye.
"I'll take good care of you darling", Grayson said to herself
while walking down the street giggling. "I'll take good care of you."
THE END OF RP.06 "The Specialized"
Written by
*Traci "DRAGONETTES" <TH06@swt.edu>
*Bryan P. Vincent <bvincent@nwlink.com>
*WhiteDog <lwdog@netspace.net.au> and
*Frank Filipek <filipek@clam.rutgers.edu>
New storyline devised by Douglas Fairbanks, WhiteDog and
*Danielle Spence <DANIELLE_SPENCE@HP-PaloAlto-om4.om.hp.com>.
What would you like to see? Send in your storyline requests NOW to
<lwdog@netspace.net.au>.
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