Page 39 of Vapor
She smiles and pulls me closer for a kiss and a half. Jesus, she’s killing me. Leaning on the counter with her riding me does it for both of us. My girl purred and moaned, but never said a word. I threw enough words out for both of us.
A quick shower and drying her with my shirt had me shirtless and hunting for my clothes.
“There’s a small box trailer outside.” Vapor stops my feet.
“Where?”
“Out the back, there’s a little room added onto this house too.” She points as we walk to the back.
I look and nod. “Dog bathroom, you’re a President, you get security, they have Ops dogs for Presidents.”
She stops. “You really do love me.” She sounds surprised. I said it twice just this morning. I guess it’s a surprise. Maybe I need to say it more.
“Yeah.” I agree simply.
“I love how you take care of things and me. You got my truck and room move scheduled. There’s an Ops board here and you ordered me food I told you I like.”
She feels it. The emails Justice had said some women need to hear it, see it and feel it. I’ll make sure she gets to hear it more. I’ve eaten, walked, rode beside her and have spent time with her quite a bit. She hasn’t said…
“I love you, too. Since I met you, I thought you were perfect. No, you’re not perfect and don’t try to be but neither am I. I thinkthat’swhat’s perfect.”
I nod. She doesn’t care about the scar on her arm or her side. She was in a bathing suit not caring who saw it. It’s part of her. She snorts, is a meticulous planner and dastardly opponent, but she’s cute, sexy and laughs at herself. We’re very similar and vastly different. I’d fight like hell for her to be retired at the rank she achieved. She earned it and walked away. I breathe deep again and focus on her eyes.
“Wherever you were isn’t where I am going. I love you, Julius the JAG.” Her smile lights her face, her eyes and me.
With a bear hug and kiss that almost gets us starting over, I set her down and kiss her head. “You made me promise to honor your schedule and not make you late. We need clothes and to get to the Club.”
“I’m dressed and it’s a barn.” She’s right. There are two now but the bigger is the Club and it is technically a barn.
I pull her out and hunt around the shipping box that does indeed have our belongings in them.
As we leave, she gets on my bike and stuns me into almost dropping it. “I want a big German shepherd Malamute mix with blue eyes.”
“There’s one at the new Club, Seamus has a Rottweiler too, he has a lot now but those two are chipped to him. I don’t know how it works but he isn’t shy about it. He told us in the middle of a Cort presentation. The CIA gets around. They tried to kill him and his dog partners but he fled through countries to lose them. New chipped dogs found him and the CIA tried again. He was paralyzed when they threw them out of a chopper but shielded his K9s. He doesn’t like calling them dogs because thechip makes them more like humans. Alder made him a skeleton like Pres Jinx so he can walk but I see him in the chair quite a bit. He had a farm and was helping south and central American Indians get papers so they wouldn’t be stopped every time they came into the US.”
Her head shaking, the sadness in her eyes and disbelief showing on her face is how I see it too. He’s a good man just trying to live his life doing more good than bad.
“I’m glad he made it here. I saw the Rottweiler, on a mission we worked as a shield, he’s mixed too but looks almost adjusted like an AI generated dog.”
I laugh at her this time.
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SOAR Club
Vapor
There has got to be something in the water that causes hallucinations. “There are tents, on the other side of the road that weren’t here when we left, right?”
He laughs and it feels like he’s laughing at me again. I give a squeeze to his well-defined stomach.
“Yeah, baby. Anchor said Alder built the road paver and a smaller one for walkways. Cort puts tent cities up when something big is happening. Ben Knight came for the one with Citiali. He’s a Cherokee Indian that can shield big. I don’t understand what it means, just that people around the country who were fuckin’ with Badass died.” He doesn’t talk much, butsometimes when he does, I really don’t want to believe what he’s saying.
A seer with the magic killed people across the country? “How many people?” I ask scooting off the back of the bike.
His head whips toward me. “Hundreds at these Clubs. The girls were holding up the line with White Wave and Kristoff, but Citiali shielded and the men who were attacking just dropped dead. Same at Teach, the Colorado Badass mansion, Champion Rising, and MC Badass Colorado. I didn’t hear from all the Clubs, just those and Cort said Princes in Rhode Island, Mass, Ohio and Virginia were collecting bodies.”
No, no, no, no, no, just NO! “Fuck! That’s not magic, that’s genocide, Julius.” My voice is low so the people around the lot don’t hear.
