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Shayla clasped her hands together in front of her, because she had a tendency to speak with them in exaggerated motions, but didn’t want to become overly dramatic. “I don’t think you understand just how close we are to open aggression. One more attack could spark a conflict between the races that would tear the country, maybe even the whole planet, apart.”

“She’s making a lot of sense.” Gil chimed in.

“Peace, and I don’t mean PEACE, can’t be built by using force. Could you make an ice cube with fire?” Tyson reasoned.

“Yes.” Gil retorted, and given his doctorate in chemical engineering, he probably knew something about it.

“Okay, well we all know Gil Xander could turn industrial sludge into brandy wine, but my point is generally speaking you can’t create something with its antithesis.” Tyson and Gil were pulling out the big words.

Shayla took back over. “And movements without a leader fall apart, or were you asleep for the civil rights movement?”

Gil pointed at Tyson to indicate;she’s got you there.Then he added, “Listen. I’ve already lost one friend to this foolishness. I can’t afford to lose another. She’s absolutely right. HOPE doesn’t exist without Tyson Stallard, no matter how much money I throw at it. You’re the heart and soul of this endeavor.”

Tyson turned and walked toward his desk and placed his hands upon it while lost in consternation. Ultimately, he turned to face them again. “Fine,” he said solemnly, “I’ll go along with this for now. But you both need to know this is a violation of my beliefs and I’ll be looking to end it.”

“And we just want you to live long enough to see that end. I’ll be back.” Shayla turned on her heels and left the men to gawk at her pert rear as she strode away. She could feel how wet her panties were as she walked and prayed for an empty elevator.

Seven

Tyson

Shayla entered Tyson’s library where he was reading Erasmus. The book cases stretched to the sixteen-foot ceilings and all were lined from top to bottom with tomes throughout the ages. His collection would have made Jefferson envious, and a number of works present were even older than himself.

It was about nine pm, and Shayla stood waiting an arm’s length away from Tyson while he finished his place in the book and looked up. “Tyson, we’re reporting for duty and I’ll be handing out assignments.” Shayla said in her bestofficial businessvoice.

“Well,” Tyson began, “I may have agreed to this, but we’re going to need to establish some ground rules in order for this to work.”

“Very well. What do you have in mind?” It was difficult for Shayla to mask a hint of agitation, not that Tyson cared.

“For starters, I need your people to understand that the main quarters are off limits. As far as this floor goes, I only want agents in the hallway closest to the elevator.” Tyson waited a moment to see how this request would land on Shayla.

“That really isn’t protocol, Tyson. There should be an agent in the next room at all times.” Shayla retorted almost instinctively, like the response was practiced.

Tyson didn’t waste a moment to express how he really felt. “I’m not actually concerned about protocol. I agreed to this farce because a friend of mine is dead, and another friend made me feel guilty, but to be clear, I don’t want you people here. The idea that there are armed persons on my property, itching to throw down with some boogeyman, is already more than I can stomach. I most definitely don’t want to be face to face with them.”

While Tyson lectured Shayla a bit on his position, he could feel his pulse quickening and the room getting hotter. There was something about Shayla that drove him crazy. The wavy red hair with blond highlights. The elegant, yet strong lines of her form. Her perfect breasts and pert ass. He thoughtif she can’t tell what she’s doing to me, then I’m officially the greatest poker player of all time.

He did go on. “Furthermore, agents may post on the rooftop. Obviously as metahumans, we both know threats probably won’t just come up the elevator.”

“Agreed,” she replied. “But people need to eat and use facilities.”

“So, they do. I will allow access to the kitchen and the commode closest to the elevator. Please limit the duration and frequency of such visits.” His response was cold and inhospitable, which was very uncharacteristic for Tyson, but everything about this made his skin crawl.

“All right then, I’ll give assignments and we’ll do our best to stay out of your hair.” Her words left a pit in his stomach because out of his hair was exactly what he didn’t want from Shayla. The others could jump off the building for all he cared, but her, he wanted to feel her hands massaging his pecs and run through his hair. He longed to know what her neck tasted like.

He became aware that he was staring at Shayla while getting lost in the thoughts of what their lovemaking might be like. “So, I don’t care to use one of your walkie talkies. You may call my cell phone if you need something.”

Shayla nodded and left the room. Which gave Tyson another opportunity to watch her ass tilt from side to side, and defy gravity.

He turned back to his book and tried to read passages from the early humanist, but the words on the page were nearly invisible to him. They jumbled and ran together turning words into scribbles, scribbles into abstract, and the abstract became images of Shayla naked on his bed.

In his mind’s eye, he could see her posing in erotic positions, begging him to lay with her; take her over and over. He imagined her moans and squeals, and how her breasts would feel cupped in his large hands.

Just the thoughts of it were enough to completely engorge his plentiful cock, and he shut the book, trying to rapture his mind back to the here and now.

“Get a grip, old man.” He said to himself. “She may be the most enticing woman you’ve ever seen, but she’s chosen a life of war. She’s a soldier, a hired gun, and I can’t get involved with that."

He stood up and noticed how obviously aroused he was. “This won’t do.” Setting the book down, he made his way to his private bath and ran hot water from his vanity. He splashed some on his face, and dried it with a towel, and checked his lower regions again to ensure his erection was back under control.

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