Agent finds a Warrior

by Guy Stanton III

  As the Taser charge diminished the electric charged grip by each man on the cell bars grew slack and both men fell to the floor unconscious.

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  I blinked and then blinked again. I had been sucked right along with the other two men into Zora’s erotic temptress act, except for one thing. Anger.

  I didn’t like my woman sharing what was only meant for me with others, but now I understood. Elsie had outdone herself this time. Her unique clothing options, while always fashionable had the ability to accomplish much more.

  Apparently she had made the breakthrough into clothing options that could bite back. A Taser bra, who would ever have thought of such a thing?

  The Taser cords had been intricately weaved into the lace of the bra and had unraveled out from it explosively when engaged by some secret trigger to embed the contact ends into the out stretching hands of the two men. I watched now as Zora tugged the Taser cords from off the bra to let them fall to the floor.

  She reached through the bars and unhooked the keys from the waist belt of one of the men. Straightening she unlocked her door and thrusted it hard back against the two unconscious men on the floor somewhat vindictively.

  She stepped across to my cell as her eyes studied mine cautiously, “Am I forgiven for exposing private property?”

  I nodded yes and she opened the cell door.

  She had started to turn back to her cell, when I caught her chin and held her head for my kiss. I broke the kiss off sooner than either of us wanted, but we needed to get out of here. If we hadn’t been guilty of a crime before we were now.

  I slipped into Zora’s cell and got her shirt, which I held out for her. She slipped her arms into it and I buttoned it up enjoying the process. I held up the under-bust corset and she took it from me and started putting it on, as she knew far better than I how such things worked.

  I fingered the tab of her shirt collar and her eyes glanced up to mine inquiringly.

  Hesitantly I said, “You should do that for me sometime. I would very much like it!”

  A teasing light came into her eyes and she sweetly responded with, “You want me to Taser you honey?”

  I growled in response and she laughed.

  I started to turn away, but she caught my arm and I stopped. Her face had gone completely serious.

  “You don’t have to ask for anything Elon, as if I would deny you. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it with all my heart. My desire is to please you.”

  Her words were sincere and yet they intoxicated me with their promise. I nodded as my mind filled with all the fantasies and desires I had stored away like a ravening beast that needed to be locked up because there was no where safe for it to roam.

  I could be myself with this woman. It was okay to be open with what I wanted and needed in a relationship.

  “Let’s get out of here!” I said gruffly.

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  Zora kept up with Elon, but then things got wild as they both stepped out into a group of officers. She’d only had the opportunity to take out one of the men with a kick to the head before Elon had dealt with the four others of the group. Her man could handle himself that was for sure.

  Bullets had begun to fly then and before she had known it Elon had stuffed her into an air vent and told her to make her way to the outside, while he led the shooters away. She hadn’t had much of a choice about it and she had learned not to ask twice when Elon said something.

  She was outside now on the roof and as bullets pinged off the roof all around her shattering red tiles she couldn’t but be a bit snarky in her opinion of Elon’s claim that this had been the safest route for her to take.

  “All right! All right! You’ve made your point. Perhaps it would’ve been safer for us not to have split up.” Came her husband’s projected thoughts into her mind.

  The angry whine of a bullet whizzing by her head only added to the sarcasm of her thought out reply, “Do you really think so honey?”

  Her husband’s only response was, “When you get to the end of the roof jump off it.”

  Zora gasped. Surely he wasn’t being that vindictive about her being right about something instead of him?

  “Oh come on Zora! Do you really think I have plans to kill you, because you were right and I was wrong?”

  Zora knew the answer to that and she swallowed nervously as she ran hard down the narrow white centerline of the roof getting closer and closer to the approaching end of it.

  “You were serious about jumping weren’t you?”

  “I’m always serious and yes I want you to jump!”

  Zora saw the edge fast approaching, “Oh God!” She half screamed out as she surged into empty space and fell. She tore through one awning and then another and another and then blinking her eyes she stared up into Elon’s smiling face.

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  “You really do need to start trusting me Zora.” I said not being able to resist from saying it.

  Her breathing had started to slow as I set her down to her feet, “I do trust you or why else would I have jumped?”

  I kissed her forehead, “I know you do honey I was just teasing.”

  She was still shaken up a little from her freefall and to cover up for it she asked belligerently, “What took you so long anyway?”

  I grabbed her hand and slipped the diamond encrusted rings onto her ring finger to the tune of her gasps of delight.

  “Had to pick something up. Hope you don’t mind. I saw them in a display case and I just couldn’t resist them.”

  Her stunned eyes rose from the flawless diamonds to mine, “They’re so……”

  Smiling, I pushed her along to a waiting taxi as shouts rang out from the edge of the roof three stories above us. When we were in the taxi she finished her thought, “Perfect!”

  “Perfect is how I like to think about you honey.” I said before dragging her across the seat and into my arms.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ache Begun

  Zora glanced from the window to where Elon lay asleep beside her. She had managed to get very little rest during the long taxi ride to the neighboring city’s airport and there was a reason for it. A tear coursed down her cheek at the reality of her situation.

  She knew Elon intended on taking her somewhere special where they could be alone and away from distractions in order to enjoy their first time being together. Zora wiped at more tears feeling miserable.

  She hadn’t felt good when she’d woken up in the cell this morning. She had attributed it to left over fatigue from saving Elon and then there had been the excitement of escaping not to mention the exertion involved in being kissed for over an hour. But now it was an indisputable fact that she was beginning to start her period.

  Her periods were miserable. Absolutely miserable and now was the wrong time!

  She had been looking forward to becoming Elon’s as much as he had been looking forward to claiming her and the timing of this natural occurrence was awful! Completely awful!

  Maybe she was overreacting. Everything would be all right in four or five days.

  Zora groaned and pressed her forehead against the glass of the window. She hated to disappoint Elon and make him wait any longer than he already had. He’d waited so long already and he’d been nothing but patient with her. She didn’t want to tell him.

  She wiped her tears away wishing she could wipe her headache and knotted up insides away too. She had to get a grip on her emotions, because the airport was just ahead.

  The plane was small being a luxury jet. Again Zora could only imagine how much money Elon seemed to have at his fingertips should he require it. He led her to a seat and moved off to speak with the captain, who along with the copilot would be the only other people on the flight. She still didn’t even know where they were headed to.

  The flight door closed and Elon headed back to her and she busied herself looking out the window as she tried
to relax into the plush leather seat. Relaxing was impossible though, because the aching hurt in her middle was just too much and the effort of trying to hide it had caused her to have a migraine sized headache.

  She looked away from the window to Elon who had begun pulling cushions from the luxury interior seating and throwing them on the floor to form a narrow bed of sorts. Zora quickly looked back out the window. What was she going to do?

  She felt Elon behind her before his big hands settled over her shoulders and began to squeeze gently in a massaging fashion, his words whispered into her ear had tears falling, “I know what’s going on honey. You’re not on your own anymore. This little natural occurrence hasn’t ruined anything and I’m not disappointed. I’m your husband and I want to help you. Now how does a nice hot shower followed by a several hour massage sound to you?”

  Zora was speechless, but she managed to nod her head vigorously in acceptance to what was being offered. Then turning her head in order to meet her husband’s eyes she said, “I love you!”

  “I love you too sugar, but I have to warn you that during this several hour long massage I’m going to do my best to find your birthmark.”

  Zora burst out with a little laugh as some deep part of her relaxed. Elon moved around and scooped her up off the seat and headed toward the back of the plane. It was so good to be his woman.

  Zora lifted her head off his shoulder to ask, “Are you sure you don’t mind.”

  “I’m sure.”

  Zora smiled into the brightness of the rising sun that came through the open veranda and was spotlighted heavily on the bed that she lay on. It was the beginning of another wonderful day with her man.

  She lifted herself up off the rumpled sheets only taking the time to rap the lacy shawl that lay on the floor around her bare form as then barefoot she headed for the veranda outside with its all-encompassing view of the ocean surrounding the island. She found Elon where she always did in a comfortable lounge chair with the sun at his back as he read the Bible.

  Elon could quote the Bible forwards and backwards from cover to cover and yet he still liked to read it every chance he got. It was only one of the many things that she’d come to respect about him.

  Zora stayed back from entering out onto the veranda. She leaned back against a warm column not wanting to interrupt Elon’s quiet time with God.

  They’d been on this island located off the shores of Greece in the Mediterranean for three weeks. It was one of Elon’s very special retreats and it quite easily had become her favorite place on Earth mainly because of what had happened here.

  She had been Elon’s lover for a little over 2 ½ weeks now and they had been the best days of her life. Today was the start of their last week on the island before they had to leave and do good in the world at large as Elon put it.

  Zora watched her husband put the Bible down and turn in his chair to glance back at her. She smiled engagingly at him before reaching out two fingers in a beckoning motion. She left the pillar and headed back into the seaside mansion letting the lacy shawl flow way with the sea breeze.

  She was confident that he would follow. He could not resist the tempting allure of her beauty anymore than she could resist the experience of being one with him in perfect harmony of body and spirit. Truly theirs was a match made in heaven and she thanked God for every gifted moment of it.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Workers of the Harvest

  The sun was warm and the rows of corn seemingly endless. I glanced to the side at Zora, who was smiling as she watched the butterflies flitting around the weed flowers growing along the roadside ditches to either side of us.

  She was happy. I glanced down at our joined hands. I was very happy!

  She turned her head to me and I gave her a suggestive look, “Ever have the urge to do it in a cornfield?”

  She gave me a look that said ‘keep dreaming buddy!’ I laughed and continued walking.

  I hadn’t really been serious, but then on the other hand I wouldn’t really turn it down either.

  Zora just shook her head with a smile as she read my thoughts and for a moment she feigned like she was bearing the weight of the world to put up with me. “Have you ever seen a corn spider? They are huge and evil looking!” Zora explained, as if to prove her point, as I quietly begged her with my eyes.

  I sighed, “Okay corn fields are out, but what about hay fields? I think I see one coming up.”

  “Snakes not to mention bugs.” Zora stated with categorical import.

  “Oh come on! Why are you being such a spoilsport? Where’s your love for the great outdoors?” I asked cajolingly.

  “I appreciate the great outdoors as much as the next person, but the creation of a mattress was an endpoint to the occurrence of having to romp in the hay and be fed upon by both vermin and insect alike.”

  I shook my head at her in mock reproof. It was so fun to tease her.

  “How do you feel about wheat fields? Your hair could never look better than it would with little bits of straw sticking in it.” I said charmingly with my best smile in place, only to be shot down once again.

  “You’re absolutely incorrigible! Couldn’t you please just store up all your lovemaking energies for tonight to wear me out on a mattress instead of insisting that we both go cavort with nature like Adam and Eve?” She said heatedly.

  I clutched at my heart melodramatically, “We’re only a little over a month into our marriage and you’ve already begun to deny my advances!”

  “I don’t deny you anything and you know it!” She responded back hotly.

  There was hurt in her tone and I quickly realized that my teasing had gone too far. I stopped and so did she. “I’m sorry Zora. I know you don’t hold anything back from me. I promise that I will refrain from teasing you about your germaphobia, bug-phobia, spider-phobia, snake-phobia, and apparently also your touching nature phobia.”

  A small smile crept out at the corners of her mouth and I relaxed at the knowledge that my caused hurt had been mended. She took my hand again and we started on.

  “Are you going to tell me yet why we’re walking along this endless corridor of agriculture with no apparent end in sight? Where are we anyway?” Zora asked in exasperation with the endless fields that lay around us that offered no hint as to a probable destination.

  “I told you. I have no control over this transport from one place to the next. We were in Greece and now it would seem that we’re somewhere in either Nebraska, Kansas or maybe even Iowa. Your guess is as good as mine.” I said at a lack for knowing anything past what she did.

  “Maybe he can help us.” Zora commented.

  “Who?” I asked.

  She pointed ahead, “Him.”

  I looked ahead and in the distance over the flat plain I saw a crossroads and parked in the middle of the intersection was a car with a man standing in front of it leaning back against the hood in an apparent mood of despondency. The man’s head was tilted forward as if in deep thought.

  The situation seemed promising enough. We had one more field’s width to pass before we got to the man at the crossroads.

  I sighed. Straw really would’ve looked great in Zora’s hair.

  I felt a tug on my hand and I turned my head to Zora and her laughing eyes, “If it’s that big of a fantasy Elon I’ll risk the bugs and snakes some day to indulge you, but not today.”

  I grinned and said, “I could always just buy a bale of straw and spread it out over top of a mattress.”

  She rolled her eyes at me and I said, “Hey I’m only trying to make it work for you honey.”

  “It might not work so well having to clean it up Elon.”

  “Perhaps not, but I bet it would be fun.”

  As we drew closer to the man I had a pretty good idea as to what the man’s profession was. He was a pastor, if his Sunday finery was anything to go by. He appeared to be a rather depressed pastor.

  “Can I help you Sir?” I asked cordially as Zora and I
came to a stop before the man, who gave a start and looked up at us blinking his eyes in surprise. It was apparent that he had been lost in thought and perhaps prayer.

  The man didn’t know what to make of our sudden appearance in the middle of nowhere at that, but he knew something was Divinely inspired in the situation. He looked like he wanted to talk, but didn’t know where to start.

  He was an older man in his mid to late 50’s and it was a humbling thing to see when he began to cry brokenly.

  “You’re a pastor?” I asked softly prompting the man.

  He nodded and wiped at his tears before responding, “Of the biggest church in town.”

  Words seemed to come to him then more easily once the ice had been broken by me.

  “Like I said it’s the biggest church in town. We have close to 600 in attendance every Sunday morning, even through the vacation prone summer months. Thirty percent of the congregation actually pays tithes, which is ten percent higher than most congregations can boast. I have more money to dispose to church-based charities and activities then I have demands for. I have three full-time pastors on staff besides myself. The church sponsors over 200 missionaries and we have five work-based church missionary groups that go to third world nations to help every year. Our vacation Bible school is the most attended in the entire county and for three counties around. We are, in short, the church to be.”

  The man stopped talking and the tears began in earnest again.

  “It would seem that your church has been extremely blessed, but what does it lack that causes you to mourn so?” I asked.

  The man’s teary eyes rose to mine and bitterly he said, “My church members have lost the love of Christ from their hearts! Everything has become ritual and habit! There is no depth of meaning to their worship, if they truly worship God at all! I can’t tell you how many months it’s been in a church of 600 regular attendees that I’ve had a person come forward to experience the saving knowledge and redemptive power of Jesus Christ over their lives. I fear that it’s already been over a year since the last! We have become useless to the Kingdom of God! Fit for nothing better than to be spit out on the ground and be done with, because we have failed in the commission that was given to us by not keeping the love of God within our own hearts!”