Flash Fiction Friday Invisible

Wetnude

Rachel relaxed in the hot tub. She knew the hot water would make her skin mark beautifully when Dean used the riding crop on her. He was due in five minutes. Hearing the noise of a car below, she stood and grabbed for her towel. “Where the hell is it?” Rachel realized that she must have forgotten it. Slipping on her heels, she headed towards the stairs. Rachel stopped cold when she realized that the yard were full of men. One was right next to the door of her apartment. “Damn!” As she stood there, she realized that none of them noticed her. She might as well have been invisible.

 

Dean walked up silently behind her. He smiled at the tableau in front of him, and felt his cock stiffen. “Glad I found you,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her body. Rachel squeaked and then relaxed when she realized who it was. She gasped when his hand landed a stinging slap on her ass.

Dean looked at the hand print on her ass. He kept her body turned towards the four men below. He wanted to take her right there on the steps, but while he was a voyeur, he was not an exhibitionist. He pulled her back to the hot tub. Bent over the edge, he eased his cock deep inside. His erection throbbed as marks bloomed on her skin. The crop kept time to his strokes as he fucked her.

When they were spent, he tied her to the chair and then called down to the men working below. “Guys! Have I got a treat for you!”

Rachel was horrified that he’d use her this way, and yet…. Hands touched. Fingers probed. A cock in her mouth and one in her pussy. Filled. Fucked. Fantastic!

~*~*~*~

Originally, I thought about using the whole 400 words. Then I decided I wanted a fast tight story. The result is above. Thank you Tom for a beautiful picture and great prompt. For those of you who’d like to give Flash Fiction Friday a try, head over to Tom’s blog and see what he’s got for you. Today’s prompt was:

Word Count: Minimum 200, Maximum 400
Bonus Words: +100 if you can explain why she’s wet… and wearing heels.
Required Word: Found
Forbidden Word: Lost
Extra Credit: How many men are in this picture?

 

…And The Big Bad Wolf (15)

This is a very special post. Not only do you finally find out who the bad guy is, but… It is my 1000th post. :) Fair warnings…. Dragons… um… Werewolves!

Wordwytch.

The man at the computer closed everything down. He dropped the trash down the incinerator chute and then changed clothes. He put what he’d been wearing in a bag, and hung it on a hook in the back room, behind some boxes. He put his computer in the bottom of a shredder basket, and covered it with shredded paper. Then he grabbed a bottle of cheap whiskey and drank a sip and spilled some on his clothes. The last thing he did was set the security system. His cell phone would chirp if anyone came in. Locking the door, he stuffed the key into a slit in his shoe. Then he headed outside and down the street. When he got to the homeless shelter, he stood in line with the rest of the men waiting for supper.

“Hey Bubba, you got some juice on yah?” one of the drunks next to him asked.

“Nah, drank the last. Mebbe tomorrow.”

“Youse get some work today?”

“A little.” He shuffled forward with the rest.

“Hmmm, mebe I’s go wif dat man, get some work.”

‘Bubba’ nodded. Head down, he smiled as they moved into the shelter for dinner and the chance to sleep inside.

 

Patrick and Sandy shifted. Luc, David, and Andrew ‘walked’ the big dogs. They were quartering the area, with the homeless shelter at the center. David had brought a wash cloth he’d had Derek rub on his body to collect scent. Derek had admitted that he had been to the office at least once, but he couldn’t remember an address. Just that there was a stairwell, and a door painted with some sort of gang signs. They all sniffed the rag, and then David pocketed it.

After thirty minutes, they struck a waft of scent. The five of them jogged along following the trace. Ten minutes later, they were at the bottom of a long fire escape, and at the top there was a door with ‘west side hos!’ written in green spray paint. Luc and David walked up the stairs slowly. When they reached the door, Luc checked it for traps, wires or alarms.

“Luc, is that a wire?” David pointed to a think piece of plastic that seemed to go between the door and frame.

“I think so. No camera, but it might be on the inside. Biggest issue is the locked door.”

“Let me fix that.” David took a credit card out of his wallet and slipped it in next to the door handle. A quick wiggle and the door clicked. “After you.”

Luc opened the door carefully, and followed the wire. It led them to a small office at the back of the building. There was a desk, chair and a window facing the homeless shelter. Luc found where the wire met a camera and sensor. He pulled the wire, and watched the light go out. “Deactivated. Now we can search. Don’t know how long we have though.”

David walked back to the door and called the rest up. When everyone was in the room, they began to search. There was the faint scent of Derek, ashes, another man and cheap whiskey. He and Luc checked out the chute, and found that it was an incinerator.

“Well, that’s convenient for getting rid of things,” remarked David.

The wolves sniffed the furniture and then made a beeline for a pile of boxes in another room. One whined and pawed at a box. The other one thumped his head against a plastic shape.

Andrew walked over to the box where Patrick was scrabbling. An oddly familiar scent hit his nose, but he couldn’t place it. “I’ve found some clothes. Anyone recognize the scent?” The others came over, but no one connected anyone with it. Then they walked over to where Sandy had dumped an old industrial shredder. At the bottom there was a Panasonic Toughbook. Luc opened it up and had the password cracked in less than a minute. Lots of files on the family and the icon that brought up the cameras at the school.

“Damn. Now what?” asked David.

Luc looked around. “Trash the place. No peeing. We take the clothes and the computer. Then, just before we leave, I’m going to adjust that little alarm system.”

The men trashed the place. They dropped the clothes down the incinerator, and a small box or two as well. Luc gave Andrew the computer and then he reset the alarm system, minus the chirper.

“How does that change things?” Andrew asked.

“When we come back, we’ll be able to open the door without him hearing us,” explained Luc.

“Ah.”

“And yes, I’ll be back tomorrow,” Luc growled. They left the door open and left.

 

As Bubba lay there in the dark, the phone alarm softly chirped a few times and then stopped. He looked around. No one had noticed the noise. He couldn’t leave either. The shelter had been locked for the night. No way in or out until morning. He sighed and realized that he’d have to wait to see what had happened.

 

 

“Youse gonna get a bottle t’day?”

“Mebe. I do, I’ll share.” Bubba shuffled out with the rest of the men and then ambled off in the direction of his office. Ten minutes later, he climbed the stairs to find the door open. “Shit.” he hissed under his breath. The office was trashed. There was a shoe and one sock left, but the rest of his clothes were gone, as was his computer. “Damn junkies.” He straightened his clothes the best he could, combed his hair and then headed out. There was a pawn shop two blocks away. That’s where he’d gotten the first laptop.

He was back, up and running in about an hour. Too late to watch the children come to school, but he still watched the halls. Around noon, the phone rang. “Yes? That will be fine. Thanks. I’ll have your money for you at the shelter. A drunk named Bubba will have it. No, he’s bought. Won’t take your money. Okay. Bye.” The man hung the phone up and went back to watching the computer screen.

 

Luc, Andrew and Patrick arrived in the alley just after 1pm. “I’ll go up first.”

“Luc, what are you going to do?” asked Patrick.

“Unless I miss my guess, we will have a body to move,” said Andrew.

“Guys,…”

“Patrick, this man threatens our families. Our lives. We know he’s not afraid to hire killers. He was going to take the children. What do you think I’m going to do?” asked Luc.

“Luc, this isn’t the old days, when Buster or Celia lived. Are you sure?” Patrick started.

“No, Luc is right Patrick,” said Andrew. “We can’t afford to let someone like this live. Even if we put him through the court system, we couldn’t keep him in jail. This kind of man would be put in a mental hospital for raving about werewolves and would be out in two years to do it all again. Or, he’d never go to jail. As much as I dislike the idea, I believe he needs to die.”

“How about we lock him up out at Dr. Jeff’s?” asked Patrick.

“Right. Like that isn’t cruel? This guy has a fear or hate of us. You want to stick him out with a bunch of shifters with issues? No, it would be far less cruel to just kill him now.” Luc sighed.

Patrick thought for a moment. “No, you’re right. This guy is some sort of psycho. Let’s get this over with.”

The three of them padded silently up the stairs. Andrew popped the door, and Luc was the first one in. He walked silently into the hall, just across from the room where the incinerator was. They could all smell the man. They could hear that he was talking on the phone. Luc motioned for Patrick to go right and Andrew to stay on his left. Luc shifted just enough to give himself more strength. He peered into the room. The man finished his phone call. He sat with his back to the door as he watched the computer. Luc could smell that it was the same man who left the clothes. He could see that the man was watching the school. Very specifically, the twins classroom. Just before Luc reached the man, he turned.

“You!” Luc cried as he saw who it was.

The man at the computer screamed and scrabbled away from Luc. He threw the laptop and Luc ducked. Then he picked up the chair and swung it at Luc. Luc kept advancing. Patrick came in from behind, and when he realized who it was, he moved closer. Luc stepped forward to try and grab him. It didn’t work. Patrick stepped in, and wrapped an arm around the man’s throat. His original intent was to incapacitate him. The man flailed, and kicked. Patrick applied more pressure, shoving the man’s neck over his arm and stretching him up and over.

Andrew walked into the room, saw who it was and growled. “Patrick, just do it. Or let me.”

Patrick sighed, and broke Eric Sunberry’s neck.

 

They stood there for a few minutes after Eric’s body stopped twitching. “What now?” asked Patrick. He’d been shocked to see who it was as were the others.

“We need to bury him,” said Andrew. “Somewhere that no one will find him. Not on family property.”

“We need a tarp. Something to wrap him in.” Luc strode off to look around the rest of the building. He was back in about five minutes with what looked like an old Persian carpet. “This will do.”

The men lifted the body and rolled up the carpet. They tied it with a chunk of rope. Luc dumped the computer and phone down the incinerator chute along with a few other bits and pieces. Then the three of them moved the bundle downstairs and into the back of Patrick’s truck. The three of them got in and drove off.

 

An hour later had them in a deserted field near an abandoned building. Patrick shoveled, while Luc had shifted and was digging fast. Andrew stood next to the truck, keeping a lookout. When the hole was deep enough, Luc leapt out and shifted back. “Let’s get this over with.”

They lifted the body and placed it in the bottom of the grave. The three of them filled it in and stamped down the dirt. They dragged some rocks, branches and boards from the house over the spot as well. Andrew stood there for a moment.

“What are you saying Andrew?”asked Patrick as he and Luc climbed into the truck

“Better luck next time round the wheel!” Andrew said. Then he walked back over to the truck and climbed in.

Vortex (8)

 

Routine kept Sadie from thinking too much. Up early, help with the cooking, and then clean up. After that, work out in the fields, and after dinner, she was learning the way that these people spun, wove and made clothing. Especially baby clothing. Her belly began to swell, and the sickness went away.

It had been nearly a month since the Vortex gang had returned home. No one had said a thing when she kicked Ken out of the bedroom. She’d expected Nanny to at least scold or cajole her. Nothing. Sadie was slowly making friends with some of the women. She discovered that most of them had arrived in the valley the way she had. They’d settled down with their men, and all of them had at least two children.

“Ya know Sadie, that Ken isn’t a bad sort. Bit heavy handed, but really…” said Jean, a woman who’d been in the valley for eight years.

“Hell, I’ve known him since we were both knee high to the goats. You should talk to him Sadie. It can be lonely at night,” said Kirsty, Ken’s cousin.

“I asked him to leave and he hasn’t talked to me since. So how am I suppose to get to know him better if he won’t even come around?” Sadie was lonely. Frustrated, tired and missing her family as well.

“You want me to tell him to come by and be civil?” asked Nanny. She’d been listening from the door to the kitchen where the women sat chopping vegetables.

“Umm…” Sadie started.

“You won’t get nowhere with ‘umm’, or ignoring him,” Nanny said as she gave Sadie a look that spoke volumes.

Sadie looked up at her and nodded ever so slightly.

 

Dinner was hectic. Sadie was serving, and bumped into two men as she turned with a bowl of salad greens. “Sorry,” she started.

“Well, hello Sadie,” said George. “Good to see you.”

Sadie looked up to see George and Ken. “Umm… hi. I… I need to get this to the table.” She smiled weakly and then moved past them to the table.

“What the hell did you do?” George asked Ken.

“I made some assumptions.”

“So that’s why you’ve been working out in the back of beyond?”

“Yes.”

“Knowing Nanny, and that she told you to be here, she thinks you should be fixing your wrongs.” George smiled as he sat down at the table.

“Shut up.”

“No. For once, you’re wrong, not me. Sadie’s a good woman. She put up with a hell of a lot of shit from us, and if you screwed up, then you should own up and make it right. You don’t want Sadie disappearing like that girl Lilla. Or worse yet hang herself like Jerrica.”

Ken gave George a hard look. “I don’t think Sadie is crazy enough to do anything like that.”

“No, but she sure don’t look happy. Still too thin too, when she should be getting nice and fat. No lack of food, so what else could it be?”

Ken felt like punching George, but he knew that the man was right. He’d screwed up and it was time to fix it. Especially with Nanny sending out a runner to make sure he was at dinner. Normally, she didn’t seem to care where he was, and hadn’t since he was six. “Fine. I’ll talk to her.”

George smiled.

 

Sadie sat next to Kirsty. She didn’t have much appetite, but wasn’t sure if that was because she was upset about Ken being here, just being here or if she was still afraid of being sick. She picked at her food and didn’t eat much.

“You need to feed that baby,” said Kirsty.

“Just not hungry.”

“Not hungry for what’s on the plate or because of who’s down the table?”

Sadie looked at Kirsty. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to be here or even have this baby. Everything has just moved so fast and no one ever asked me a damn thing.”

Kirsty patted Sadie’s hand. “It would be better if you talked to someone. Maybe give Ken a chance?”

Sadie sighed, nodded her head and then excused herself from the table.

 

“Ken, you get your ass out there and make things right.” Nanny had her hands on her hips, and was using that tone that meant you’d better listen. “And take this bowl of cobbler out to her. She doesn’t eat enough to keep herself let alone that baby alive.”

Ken took the warm bowl of peach cobbler drizzled with custard and whipping cream from Nanny and headed outside to where Sadie sat on the porch. To be honest, he’d been grouchy and unhappy, and was taking it out on anyone stupid enough to cross him. The foreman out at the sawmill had threatened to put him on the saw table if he didn’t lighten up and start acting human. He took a deep breath and stopped next to Sadie.

“Nanny sent this out to you. Mind if I sit down?”

Sadie looked up. She could smell the cobbler and it made her stomach growl. “Thanks. Go ahead and sit, it’s your porch.”

“No, it’s the family’s, and that includes you.”

Sadie didn’t reply, but began to eat.

“Sadie, I… We need to start over.” He looked up at the sky as the stars began to appear.

Sadie just ate, trying to decide if she really wanted to talk to him.

“I don’t often say this, but I was wrong. I was a right bastard and should have been a bit better to you.”

Sadie looked at him. “Oh, and what do those pretty words really mean?” She ate another bite.

“Dammit Sadie! I’m trying to apologize, and you’re making it damn hard!”

“You think one sentence is going to make up for what you did?”

“No. But what can I do to show you that I mean what I said?”

Sadie ate another bite. She was hungry. “I don’t know.”

“Sadie, I am sorry. I should have asked a lot of things, and not just figured it was alright. Yes, we are bastards on the road, but if we weren’t tough, others would kill us and take what we hold dear.”

Sadie nodded. She knew that things were rougher in places than they had been. “But, you could have asked.”

Ken started to say something crass, but shut his mouth. He took a deep breath. “Yeah, I could have.”

“You could of asked me if I wanted to leave my home too, instead of just ordering people around!”

Ken nodded. “I’m use to being in charge. Doing what I want. I am part of the council here, and when I’m on the road, I’m boss.”

“You? Part of a council here?” Sadie almost laughed.

“I am. Not the oldest or best, but I’m on it.”

“I figured that Nanny ruled here.”

Ken did laugh. “She does. She’s one of the oldest of us, and probably knows the most except for Jethro or Paul.”

“Who are they?” Sadie at the last of the cobbler and then set the bowl down.

“My uncles. You’ve seen them. One looks like he’s been hung by his ears a few times and the other runs the dairy.”

Sadie thought. “Oh, okay. I think I do. Big men.”

“Yes. The original Vortex riders. Owned this land, and farmed it in the summer. Sort of like we do now. Only difference is that we need to be better about people.”

“What do you mean?” Sadie looked puzzled.

“We have to find partners. People who’ll stay, or fit.” Ken stopped for a moment. “Like I hoped you would.”

Sadie looked at him not knowing what to say next.

“Sadie, will you give me another chance?”

She nodded.

 

From the darkened doorway, Nanny smiled.

A short vacation.

We’ve run away for the weekend. :)

It’s our first time in ages that we don’t Have to be somewhere. So, we went somewhere by choice. Wheee! Can you say income tax money? Time off for good behavior? It is also our anniversary in a few days, so this trip does dual duty.

This also means no stories until Monday. Yes, you’ll have to wait and see if Ken and Sadie kiss and make up. Or if Luc and the family will finally find that rotten sneaky bastard.

Meanwhile, I think I have a left turn to make!

Flash Fiction Friday…. Loneliness

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Elaine stood on tiptoes, trying to reach Dustin. Eyes half closed, head tilted upward, waiting for his kiss. For the heat of his lips to brush hers, hands fingertip close. She leaned closer, only to met the unforgiving cold surface of the dome.

Damn!” she thought as she woke. Looking across the habitat dome, she saw that the vidcom was blinking. Throwing back the covers, she walked nude to the shower. She let the water run for longer than the three minutes normally permitted. “I’ll do without tonight. Her skin was dried by warm air. Then she walked over to the vidcom. She didn’t care who saw her.

“Colonist Elaine Durr checking in.”

“Good morning. Um… Elaine, where is your uniform?” asked Captain James.

“I didn’t bother. When will this duty cycle be up?”

“Not for another 145 standard days.”

“Well, I’ll tell you right now, solitary duty sucks!” She slammed her fist on the desk.

“Major Durr, you volunteered.”

“As a COUPLE!” She yelled.

“Um…”

“I want my husband! We were suppose to be together on this mission!”

“I’m sorry, but Colonel Durr was declared unfit for duty. No replacement. No contamination allowed. You must finish the duty cycle.”

“He had a cold! Damn your regulations!”

“Major, we really must ask you to dress and settle down.”

“No. I want Dustin, NOW! I can’t believe you waited until AFTER I came out of cryo to tell me you’d sent me Alone!”

“I’m sorry. Um… please Elaine.”

Elaine grabbed her chair, and sat down in front of the monitor. She opened her legs and began to play with herself. 345 days without human contact had driven her crazy. She began to pinch her breasts with one hand while the other played with her pussy.

Captain James’ face went red.

“I… want to be fucked.” Elaine thrust her fingers deep inside of herself. She knew the camera was catching every drop of moisture, every thrust of her fingers. She ran her fingers from cunt to clit, moaning as her pleasure built. Juices ran down the curve of her ass to pool in the seat. Arching back, she rubbed her clit faster and faster until she orgasmed hard.

“Dustin…”

Captain James was breathing heavy. His cock swelled. “Wwwe can’t do anything.”

“Yes, you can. Watch me fuck myself until Dustin arrives or I leave.” She worked her fingers until she came again.

 

~*~*~*~*

 

Not exactly a bubble boy. More like a Sci-Fi gone wrong. R.E.M. Man on the Moon is playing in the background as I write… Another good song is Shakespears Sister’s “STAY”

 

Word Limit: 300
Bonus Words: +100 if it’s not a bubble boy situation.
Required Word: Together
Forbidden Word: Touch
Extra Credit: Tell us a story of a lover you just couldn’t connect with.

 

…And The Big Bad Wolf (14)

David called one of the detectives and had men sent down to watch the church near the homeless shelter to see if their guy turned up to hire any more homeless men. Then he went into the interrogation room where Seth and the guy from the school sat.

“I want a lawyer.”

“Fine.” Seth just glared at the man. “Your name?”

“Fuck you! I want a lawyer first. I know my rights.”

“Rights? Um… Seth, did you read him his rights?” David asked.

“You know, I think I forgot. What with finding a terrorist in a school computer room.”

Derek looked from one man to the next. Those three words, terrorist, school and computer, were rather damming. “I want a lawyer.”

David and Seth looked at each other and smiled. Seth turned back to the suspect. “Well, if I wanted, I could take on a new client, although that might be a conflict of interest.”

Derek looked from one man to the other. He was confused.

“I’m a lawyer as well as a policeman,” Seth said. “I’m also related to some of the people you and your employer have been hassling.” As he smiled, he let his canines show.

Derek screamed.

“Name?”

“DDDerek Jones.”

“Address?”

“The homeless shelter on 6th Street.”

“Employer?”

“Ain’t got none.” Sweat beaded on Derek’s forehead.

“Nhow, Ih Dhon’t Believh That,” Seth said, his jaw shifting a bit more and with heavy sub-vocals.

“I… I don’t know his name. Really! He pays me in cash. Met him at the shelter.”

“Description,” asked David.

“Average hheight. Um… brunette hair, brown eyes. He really hates shhifters.” Derek was getting more rattled by the moment.

“What did he pay you to do?”

“Yesh, an dohn’t lie. I can shmell lies.” Seth stared straight at Derek.

“Bug the school. Put cameras in. Ffind these kids and I was… um…”

“Yesh?”

“I was suppose to take them to him.”

“Anything else?” David asked.

Derek took a deep breath. “Nno.”

Seth noticed a change in scent. “Dohn’t lie.”

“Um… I umm…”

Seth growled.

“I killed a guy! Okay? I killed a drunk for him. Please don’t kill me!”

Seth growled again.

Derek pissed himself and passed out.

David looked at Seth. “Did you have to?”

Seth smiled, shook his shoulders to settle things back in place. “Yesh.” He looked back at Derek with a puzzled look on his face. “Reminds me of something, and I can’t figure it out.”

Davil laughed. “Don’t most drunks piss themselves when you growl at them?”

“Yes, but…” Seth shrugged and left the room.

 

“Hey David!” called a detective from across the room.

“Yeah?”

“I got a lead on that cell phone number.”

“What do you have?”

“Seems a job lot got stolen a few months ago up in Portland. Got a friend doing a GPS sorta low-jack search for you at the moment.”

“Good.” David took notes and then headed back to his desk.

 

Luc called Meg and Ginny to pick the kids up at the end of the day. He briefly explained and had to calm Ginny down, who was ready to rip out throats right then and there. When he was done with that, he called Sandy, Andrew, and Patrick, explaining to them what was going on. They would be at the school as soon as they could. While Luc waited for them to arrive, he and Charles worked on tracing the system that was operating the cameras.

 

The man at the computer was happy. Things were going to plan. Derek had done as he asked and the man he called was on his way. If all went right, by tomorrow, the children would be in his hands, Alpha Tech would be up in flames, and the shifters would be exposed for the dangerous creatures they were. He checked the cameras once more, and watched the targets.

 

Patrick walked in to find Luc, Charles, Andrew and Sandy looking at a map. “What are you looking at?”

“Co-ordinates of a GPS signal, the homeless shelter, the first office and ISP records,” said Luc.

“Oh? Is that where the bad guy or guys are?”

“We hope so. David and Seth are running down a few leads. Our HVAC guy spilled his guts. Unfortunately, this guy is good. Never gave names, always pays in cash. Half the time, he only talks to his workers by phone. Hell, even uses drunks out of the shelter,” said Charles.

“Um, Luc, can I talk to you for a second?” asked Patrick.

Luc stood up and the two of them walked over to one side of the room. “Yes?”

“Luc, does Charles know? About us?”

“Nope. Haven’t had a chance to have that little discussion.”

“Ah. Alright. Everyone else aware?”

Luc nodded. The two of them walked back over to the rest of the men. “We have a two mile square area that this guy could be in right?” Luc asked.

“That’s the way we see it. Just wish we had a better idea of what this guy looked like,” said Patrick.

“We all do,” chimed in Sandy. “I spent the afternoon with the drunks, and even they didn’t know much more than they told David and Seth.”

“Meg and Ginny picking up the kids?” asked Patrick.

“Vivien too. Wouldn’t leave her by herself,” said Andrew.

“Geeze Luc, you’re going to have half your family here,” said Charles.

Luc nodded.

 

Meg, Vivien and Ginny checked in at the office, and then waited for the school bell to ring. Parents were suppose to pick kids up in the cafeteria. They found seats and waited as each teacher brought their class down the hall.

“Aunty Twizzler!” cried three bodies hurtling through the crowds. Vivien barely had time to brace before she was mobbed.

“Hello you three.” She smiled as she received hugs.

Meg gathered the twins up and then the eight of them headed for the door and the two Subarus. Once they were all belted in, Meg locked the doors and then called Luc.

 

Luc’s cell phone rang just as the men were getting ready to head out. “Yes? Good. See you in a day or two. Love you.” He put his phone back in his pocket. “Meg and company are headed to George and Angie’s. We ready to do this?”

“I um.. Good luck? Or is this good hunting?” asked Charles.

“Good hunting. When this is all over, we need to have a long chat.” Luc shook Charles’ hand.

Charles nodded. He watched the men leave and then turned back to the computer and the network traffic. He was suppose to call Luc if there was a major change.

Vortex (7)

Sadie sat peeling potatoes. Some things, like cooking, didn’t change. Nor did the amount of work needed to keep people fed. Nanny had her working the day after the Vortex gang got home. What did amaze Sadie was the amount of land planted and the number of children. Some families had four or six children. They were everywhere. Some took care of the littler ones and others did chores. Plus, there was schooling at least once a day for those old enough. She took the peeled potatoes over to a woman and then went outside to feed the peels to the chickens.

Ken walked up to Sadie as she finished tossing the last bit from the bucket onto the compost pile. “What do you think of my home?”

“Different. Why me?”

“Besides the fact that you’re breeding?”

“Yeah.” Sadie sat the bucket down on the porch and stood enjoying the sun.

“Easy. You’re feisty. You don’t back down, and there’s a brain in there.” He pointed at her head. “I like that.”

“I still don’t get it. Why don’t you marry some girl from around here?” Sadie gestured towards the fields where people were weeding and planting.

“Genetic diversity. Plus, everyone here knows everything I’ve done wrong since I was in diapers.”

Sadie thought for a moment. Inbreeding wasn’t a problem yet where she’d come from, but finding a partner was getting dicey. “So, the big mean ass biker comes home every spring with a new woman on the back of their bikes and plays farmer the rest of the year?”

“Yes. Didn’t start out that way, but it’s what works.”

“What do you mean?”

“First year, we barely kept our families together. People came here wanting food and shelter. We learned real fast, that being nice got you killed or starving. Plus, we needed things. So, we went out trading. Only real time to do that is in the winter.”

“So, you’re saintly knights that had to become mean ass bikers to survive. Do you rape all your new partners into submission?” Sadie realized she’d overstepped her bounds by the look on Ken’s face. His hand was up and across her face in a fast stinging slap before she could even begin to apologize. Just as the bucket in her hand flew at Ken a second afterwards. He dodged the bucket and grabbed her by the hair. Sadie was pulled along to the room they shared last night. He threw her on the bed, and then closed the door behind him.

“You go too far!”

“So, you didn’t rape anyone? I was never asked, nor paid for your pleasure. In fact, I pretty well understood that if I didn’t comply, I’d be dead. Plus, most people ‘know’ that if you cross the Vortex gang, you end up dead!”

Ken growled, and tried to get himself under control. This was not going like he thought it would. “Yes. We are mean on the road. We have to be, otherwise, we’d be dead. Yes, we have a reputation.” He stopped for a moment, thinking. “Most places we go have sluts. You didn’t protest too much, so I figured you were okay with sex. You are damn good in bed. Fun.”

“I wasn’t no virgin, but to be honest, I didn’t say a word, because I was scared to death that you’d kill me.”

Ken was silent for a moment. He knew the gang’s reputation. He’d help make it. He also began to realize that maybe they’d gone a little past right, and into wrong. “So, you think I’m an asshole.”

“Yes.”

“Do you like me even a little?”

Sadie was quiet for a moment. “Not sure. I’ve spent most of my time with you being afraid I’d get killed for sassing off to you, even when I couldn’t help myself.” She rubbed the side of her face where his hand print was still red.

Ken smiled. “You are feisty, and that’s what kept me coming back. It sure wasn’t the beer.”

Sadie laughed in spite of herself. “Cooking isn’t the best either.”

“No, there, you are wrong. That venison stew you make is damn good.” Ken looked at her, and tried to add things up in his head. “So, you’ll go home once the baby is weaned?”

“Maybe. I’ve only been here a day.”

“Will you give me another chance?”

“Like I got a choice?”

“No, you do have a choice. If you want, say the word, and I’ll walk out that door, and not be bothering you.”

Sadie looked at him in disbelief. “You? Go a night without blowing your wad?”

“Yes. Do it every spring. You think I’ve got girlfriends around here?”

Sadie blinked. “Ummm, yeah, I though you had a fuck toy or two.”

“Remember what I said about being related to most people around here? That genetics thing?”

She nodded.

“I don’t have a partner. I’ve been looking for one, and part of our trips out are to find partners.”

“Well, you suck at courting.”

“Yeah, I guess I do.” He walked out of the room, leaving the door wide open.

 

When Sadie went back to the kitchen, no one said a thing. No one treated her differently, although she had expected to be shunned. The only thing that had changed, was that Ken was absent. That night, she slept alone. At first, it was nice to stretch out and relax. As the night wore on, it felt empty and the room was huge with shadows flickering across the windows. Sadie curled up into a ball and went to sleep.