Library Run (revised edition)

[Syd]

Library Run (revised edition)


Syd Marduke walked through the shelves of the library. He scanned the
them, trying to find something worth reading.
He shrugged.
He had come here to see about a book request. The initial request had
been months ago, and it still had not come in. That seriously annoyed
him, but then so did much these days.
A girl in silver fox appeared besides him.
He studied her out of the corner of his eye. She was short, very
blond, with Grey eyes. She was more pretty then beautiful. The coat
terminated at her knees. Her long stockinged legs ended in black
boots. Under the coat she wore a dark vest over a dark blouse.
She looked at him, and he smiled at her. She smiled back. She
indicated a book, and asked him about it.
"School girl falls for hypothetically handsome vampire. Wish
fulfillment tale. Good, if you
like that kind of thing," he commented.
"Well, I loved the first one," she replied.
He smiled, said "Then you'll love this one."
She gave him a look, and stuck it under her furry arm. Syd started to
brush by her, when she asked him to help her find a book. He agreed,
and she took his arm and led him to the fiction section. They took
nearly an hour searching through romance novels, and finally they
found
it. She reached over and squeezed his arm, then walked off. Syd
shrugged, then went back to his original search.
After he checked out and went outside, he found the blond leaning
against the wall, looking out towards the highway. She saw him, and
raised a hand in greeting. She asked him if he'd mind giving her a
ride. He asked about her vehicle, and she said "I'm not having a good
day, so I want a diversion."
He smiled, put his arm around her, and led her to his car. He enjoyed
the fabric of her coat. He helped her into his sports car, and they
stopped by a Burger King just off Blossom street. Over the meal, he
learned she was Tara Powers, the daughter of a successful small
business owner.
They then discussed small stuff like music, then Syd invited her to
come home with him. She hesitated, but accepted.

They arrived at his Harbison house. The house was a two story building
giving a impression of white and gold. Many windows adorned it, and
the roof was green. He held the door open for her, then started to
help her remove her coat, but she insisted on keeping it on. He
happily let her, took her furry arm and gave her a tour.
They ended up watching the original STAR WARS films. During EMPIRE
STRIKES BACK, Syd put his hand on her knee, and, after not getting a
negative reaction, slid it gently up her leg. Her breathing was heavy
as he did this. He reached her skirt, and slid expertly up it. She
rolled her eyes back, grabbed his hand, and guided it. He leaned over
the rail, and kissed her full on the mouth. She threw her arms around
his neck, and returned the kiss passionately. He rubbed his hand over
her body. He squeezed her breast.
"Do or do not. There is no try."
Syd pulled her stockings off, then her underwear. Tara moved over,
straddled him, pulling his pants open, and stroked his penis while Syd
stroked her coat. She kissed him with passion, which he returned. Her
coat tickled his cheek.
Soon, she took his member inside her, and rocked gently back and
forth. He moved forward, letting it tickle her sexual insides.
Her moaning was escalating, ending in a high pitch scream that burst
the bubble, causing them both to collapse. They were drained.
"My God", she said, "That's the first time I've had anything that
powerful!"

Tara opened her eyes slowly.
Recognition awoke slowly in her, reminding her of just were she was.
The form besides her stirred for a moment, then was still.
From beyond the room, she thought she heard sounds of movement. She
froze for a moment, listening. She shook the form near her carefully.
He didn't stir. The sounds seemed to creep up, right up to the closed
bedroom door. She shook him again. Syd grunted slightly.
“Good morning, Hitori. Playing at Timasky now?”
She looked at him in surprise. She was even more surprised when the
door opened and a girl stepped in. She was smaller then Tara was, and
thinner. Her hair was dark. Her eyes were jade green. It made her
exotic features stand out in sharp relief. Around her thin shoulders
hung a silver fox fur coat. Tara looked on with mild jealousy. Her
coat was far bulkier, expensive, then Tara's. The girl spared a glance
on her, then focused on Syd. Her glance made Tara feel small.
“The late night ball was a success, I take it?” Even her voice seemed
refined, musical. Tara shrank behind Syd even more. He smiled at her
words.
“The Force was with us, yes.”
Hitori Mensch nodded, then took a seat on the edge of the bed. From a
pocket inside the coat, she took a small envelope. “It appears that
Ms. Clair is at it again.”
“That cunt?” He raised his eyebrow. “What is that bitch up to now?”
Tara winced at his vulgarity. Hitori seemed not to notice.
She handed him the note. “She is messing with all the temporal factors
put in place by Ms. Laurie.”
He sighed. “Fuck.”
Tara winced again, and then started to crawl into her little fur coat.
She felt pale and colorless next to this exotic creature before her.
Hitori didn't notice her anguish. She pulled out a cigarette, tossed
one to Syd, then lit them both. Syd stood up, and started to look
around until he found a folder. Hitori stood up and went to stand
beside him. He nodded to her, reaching out slightly to stroke her
luxurious fur coat. It was big, Tara noted, far larger then the girl
wearing it. He slid his hand up and down her coat.
Tara rose from the bed, and inched around the two, into the hall. She
found the bathroom down the hall, and, after completing her task,
found a bookcase nestled in a corner. She looked over the multitude of
books, then reached out and pulled one off the shelf. She gasped in
surprise.
It was one of the Gor series of novels.
Curious, she flipped it open. She found some handwritten notes in the
margin.
One struck her as funny near the beginning: “He just couldn't wait to
get to bondage.”
This made her chuckle out loud.
She felt a hand touch her back, and she spun.
She faced that exotic, glamorous girl. She was smiling.
“He's all yours.” She went past her in a cloud of pink perfume and
airy lightness and was gone.
Tara watched, with a mixture of emotions.

Ms Laurie stood on a small hill overlooking a small city.
Currently, the city was trailing long smoke trails far into the sky.
Flames rustled restlessly among the building as the survivors ran like
mad to escape the carnage.
She shook her blond head sadly. She pulled the dark fox coat more
tightly around her slim form, and brooded. She heard a cough behind
her. She sighed. She recognized the voice.
“Took you long enough,” she sneered.
Syd Marduke snorted. “You'd rather I didn't show up at all?”
She grunted and pointed to the city. “You sure didn't help them, did
you?”
“Was I supposed to?”
She shot a nasty glare at him. “You are such a miserable little...”
“Now, now, Ms. L.” He stepped behind her and rubbed the soft fabric of
her coat. “I had enough problems getting here. Don't start holding me
responsible for stuff outside of my control.”
She grunted, not really believing him. He shrugged, watching the
refugees sorting out family from the falling rubble and personal
belongings from useless material.
The exodus was on.

"Could be worse," Major Kevin Smith commented as he sipped his large
jug beer.
The bar he was in was darker then usual. Only half the light really
worked, and the neon on the bar was totally out of order. Somehow, the
TV above the bar was working, though reception was terrible. UCLA and
Clemson were tackling each other again.
Smith shook his large, dark head, and turned to Syd. He sighed.
Syd was currently in the corner with a furryfan that he had just met.
He was currently trying to reach under her long hair and kiss the neck
that jutted out from her dark fur coat. His bottle of Budwieser went
unnoticed.
Smith cleared his throat. "Colonel Marduke, it might be best to head
back."
A grunt answered him. Syd's mouth was full of the girl's lips.
The major looked towards the door. He swore under his breath. A figure
entered, then sauntered over to Syd and the furryfan.
"Hello, Syd," he said, in a smooth, calculating voice. Syd at last
looked up.
"Fredo," he sighed. "Figures."
"Is that any way to greet your brother?" Fredo Marduke looked at his
nails. Syd grunted and returned his attention to the girl. Major
Smith, meanwhile, headed back to the bar and the game. Clemson had
just gotten an important goal.
"Since when did you prefer sweet and sour?"
Syd reached under the girl's coat and busied himself with squeezing
her breast. She bit her lip.
"The Onna No Ryu gave me a taste for okonomiyaki."
"You know what they say.."
"Yeah, but don't say it."
Fredo leaned back against the wall smugly.
Syd finished unbuckling her jeans, and pulled them gently off. He then
proceeded to open his fly and rub it under her thigh. "What do you
want, Fredo?"
He smiled. "Ms Claire wants to see you. Says you'd be a prize addition
to her gallery."
Syd kissed the girl's full, red lips. "Tell her to fuck off."
Fredo shook his head. "She's not gonna like that."
Syd took the plunge into the furryfan's privates. "Good."
Fredo watched sourly as they pivoted and thrust against each other. He
shrugged. "Suit yourself."
He turned and walked back out the door, leaving Syd and the moaning
furryfan to their pleasure.

The sun shone through the orange haze.
Syd Marduke and Hitori Mensch stood at the entrance of a badly damaged
government building. It was set at the side, up a series of shallow
steps. The entrance proper was a series of glass panels, one of which
Hitori was currently staring into.
Syd glanced at her, admiring her large gold fur coat. It fell
gracefully to her ankles in waves of shiny splendor. The color set off
her complexion.
He smiled, turned to look at the neighboring buildings. They were in
ragged, rough shape.
He sighed. The extremists had been so bloodthirsty that they had
disregarded anyone who got caught in their way, be they soldiers or
civilians, in their single minded pursuit of the President.
Hitori stirred. “The sense of fear is strong these days.”
Syd looked at her. She might have read his mind. He nodded to her
reflection in the glass.
The cold wind picked up around them. It blew red dust in it's wake.
Syd pulled the collar of his tan coat tightly and cursed under his
breath. Hitori shivered under her heavy fur coat. She stepped back,
closer to Syd.
He glanced at her and smiled.
She was now fairly close to him. He reached up and touched the sleeve
of her coat. His hand brushed over the very soft fabric with glee.
Hitori continued to stand there, giving no indication of being aware
of what he was doing. Her exotic face was blank.
A loud discharge shook the building.
Syd sighed. “Never ends, does it?”
She didn't respond. He shrugged and turned back to the city. The sky
glowed orange, red dust fell over everything, rubble filled the
street.
She moved her arm, shifting his hand from her elbow to her side. Her
sleeve crushed his hand between two walls of thick, soft fur. He
sighed in pleasure.
The discharge sounded again.
Hitori sighed. “No peace for the extremists.”
Syd nodded, sardonically. “And they make no peace for real, normal
people.”
She moved again, shifting her position to the right. She now was
parallel with Syd. He had his arm around her back. She leaned over
onto him. Her perfume drifted up into his nostrils. He looked down at
her. She smiled, and he returned it. Her large collar brushed his
cheek.
Again, the discharge sounded, closer then before.
Hitori shook her head. Syd didn't comment. He simply continued to rub
her coat affectionately.
He sniffed the air and recognized various detergents that were there
to hide something. Syd took in a deep breath and finally knew what was
being covered up.
He smelled fear. Fear of the other. Fear of change. Ignorant fear.
Selfish fear. The cold, stale, searing smell of absolute and
unmitigated fear.
“Fear”, he murmured.
“The mind killer”, she replied. “It is not sensible or reasonable. It
stops the thinking mind. It is a reptile force when invoked by
leaders. It can't be reasoned with. It provokes violence. The ultimate
destroyer.”
An answering discharge came from behind them, causing their building
to shake. Grey rubble fell around them, but neither of them moved.
Hitori moved again, putting her heavy fur sleeve around Syd's neck. He
felt the flesh tingle on the back of his neck as it touched the
fabric. He smiled.
From around the side of the buildings came dark clad soldiers. They
were running towards the location of the first gun.
None of them noticed Syd and Hitori.
They watched until the Soldier-T had vanished behind the rubble of the
buildings, then they glanced at each other knowingly.
From where they had vanished came a large orange explosion.
Several soldiers in Grey came rushing from the same spot, M-16s
raised. They spread out and ran around Syd and Hitori's location.
And none of them noticed them.
The Soldier-P's vanished, and silence reigned again.
For the time being, at least.
“I could sure use a drink”, Syd murmured.
Hitori simply nodded. Her eyes were heavy with sadness, melancholy.
The war raged all over the globe. It was a true world war. Countries
were being torn apart from within. Already, many lives had been lost.
The sun shone through the orange haze.

Hey you, outdoor in the cold, getting hungry, getting old, can you
hear me?

Syd Marduke opened his eyes.
He reached up to rub his aching head and winced. Everywhere his hand
touched, it hurt, It soon occurred to him that his wrist was hurt, not
his head. He sighed and leaned back in the sheepskin covered chair. He
thought it was nice of whoever had brought him here to do that for
him. At the same time, it would have been better if they'd asked
nicely. He had little doubt who the thugs worked for.
He heard a cough from the darkness. He opened his eyes and saw a tall,
painfully skinny red-haired lady standing there. She had on a dark
ermine lined cloak. It seemed to swim as she moved. Ermine wasn't much
of a fur for him, but still, the thought was nice.
“Ms. Cassandra.” He studied her for a hint. She showed nothing.
“I invited you over several times, Mr. Marduke,” she sneered. “You
should have joined me then.”
“What makes you think I'm going to join you now?”
She shrugged. “Perhaps if you value your life...”
She paused as he gave a short, sharp burst of laughter.
“I see you haven't been reading the reports your scientists are
compiling.”
She gave a dismissive gesture. “I don't need to.”
He smirked. “Famous last words.”
“Do not try to con me, Mr. Marduke. We know what we know of time, and
time is straight. Like a arrow. No deviations.”
He shrugged. “If that's what you want to believe, fine.”
She lifted her arm and grabbed him under the chin. The ermine tickled
his flesh as it rubbed him. He felt goosebumps rising.
“If you will not join me, Mr. Marduke, then that is your choice. But
you will regret it.”
“So you say, Ms. Cassandra.”
“So I know, Mr. Marduke.”
He snorted. “People who think they know everything usually are the
ones who know the least.”
“Nice fortune cookie saying. But irrelevant.”
“I think otherwise.”
“Enough!” She pulled him out of the chair and raised his arms. She
tied his two hands together, Syd played along with it, hoping for more
of ermine. He was not disappointed.
She turned him around and pulled a long leather whip from beneath her
cloak.
“Now, the games get interesting,” she purred. She bent the whip in two
with her hands, and then sent a sting along Syd's back. He jumped at
the unexpected pain.
“Hurts so good,” he murmured.

So, what's the word?

Syd fell into the snow.
He laid there, not wishing to move, not wishing to be disturbed, not
wishing to go on with this chase.
From a distance, he heard Ms. Cassandra's wolves of war howling. It
was a lonesome, mournful sound that filled him with melancholy. It
also chilled him to the bone at the thought of that woman catching up
to him again. He reached up and tugged on a branch and tried to pull
himself up. He grunted with the effort. Soon, his shoulders were clear
of the icy slush.
The branch choose that moment to snap.
He sprawled back into the white crunchy ice, cursing his luck. He laid
there again, not caring if or when the lady found him. He wanted this
to be over.
He heard crunching sounds approach him.
He sighed. They had found me already, he though. He shrugged.
Execution would not change what he did. The next world would be
ready...
A hand touched his back.
He turned his head painfully to the left and let out a deep grunt of
surprise.
Around him stood five young women. They were all dressed alike in hip
length wolf fur coats. Their bare legs protruded from the bottom of
the coats, and ended in big white fur boots. They looked awesome.
He knew who they were. They were the private force that his father had
put together to protect him. Fredo had his own division, and their
sister would have had one had she lived. Their usual mission was to
keep the brothers from killing each other. The girls found that
mission trying.
“How did...” He started to say, but the leader, with short red hair
and dark eyes, slipped a finger over his mouth. She gestured to
another one, a black girl with long curly golden locks. She stepped
forward and touched Syd's back. She and the leader turned him over,
and she inspected Syd's wound.
“Single gunshot. 22 mm. Nothing fancy at all.” She stood and motioned
to another girl, another red head with long hair. As the medic stood,
Syd noticed what she was wearing under the coat.
He whistled.
She looked at him with an amused expression,
She, and the rest of the girls, were wearing a white fur bikini set.
It shone brilliantly in the gathering darkness. Their bodies were lean
and muscular, but not over done, like a wrestler. The medic leaned
over him again, and started to apply some treatment to his wound.
In the distance, the howling was ever-present, and seemed to be
getting closer.
Syd winced at the sting of the antiseptic and then sighed as the medic
applied some dressing. She stood up and nodded to the Leader.
“That's all I can do here. I can begin operations as soon as we reach
HQ.”
The Leader nodded. “Good. Alright, team, it's time to move. The hounds
of hell are on our trail.”
Two of the girls, one with long brownish hair and an Asian girl,
grabbed his arms, and gently pulled him up off the ground. They pulled
his arms over their shoulders and started moving. Syd brushed the fur
of their coats wistfully. He let his head roll and dark
unconsciousness take him.

Syd awoke to a world of soft furriness.
He felt a bump and opened his eyes. He found that he was hanging
between two of the Maid Brigade members. Their fur coats rubbed his
exposed flesh suggestively. He sighed in absolute pleasure.
He felt the members pull up short. He raised his head, and saw the
Leader raise her hand.
Beyond her, he saw a dark mountain in the gloom. He recognized it as
one of his family's strongholds that their father had bought.
“What now,” Syd asked. The Leader signaled him to silence. He looked
closer at the mountain, and realized that shadowy figures lurked
around the hidden entrance. He sighed.
More problems.
The Leader then signaled them to drop. From a pocket in the inside of
her fur coat, she pulled a pair of lens. She nodded.
She turned back to Syd. “Looks like your brother's guards, Mr.
Marduke.”
Syd sighed again, much to the annoyance to the closest Maids. They
spared him a severe glare, which he ignored. He brushed some dark
brown hair out of his large blue eyes and studied the scene.
The girls around him looked on expectantly.
“OK,” he said. “This is the plan.”

Fredo Marduke stood over the shaking body of Tara Powers. His smug
smirk filled the room.
“So, my brothers latest toy,” he said, dismissively.
She winced, pulling her silver fox collar more tightly. She stared at
him with desperate eyes and hopeless gestures. He stepped forward, and
she moved away in alarm. He flashed his self-satisfied smirk again.
“You know what is happening.”
She shook her head.
His sneer dropped into a frown. “You will lure my brother out. Into
the light. Into the open. A beautiful prize to be plucked by a white
knight. Except that my brother is no white knight. He might have
already forgotten you.”
He stepped forward again. She shrank from him.
“If that is so, then it is too bad for you.”
She found her voice. It came out in a high, small tone. “And if he
does come, won't the same thing happen?”
He shrugged. “Too bad for you.”
Fire glared inside her. “I'm screwed either way, then?”
He flashed his smug smirk again. This inflamed her to the point were
she leaped off the bed landed a solid left on him. He staggered, then
retaliated. She sprawled onto the floor hard. She then started to rise
again, holding her cracked cheek. Tears flowed hotly from her eyes,
hate glared at him.
He smirked.
The door suddenly slammed opened. Fredo started to turn around, and
suddenly staggered back. He rubbed at a tiny red mark on his chest
with irritation. He leaned against the wall and stared at the figures
that now appeared at the door.
“I should have know,” he spat.
From her position, Tara held up her head and gasped.
“Hello, again, Fredo,” Syd said, twirling his ancient needle gun
around his pinky joyfully. “Still taking thing way too personal, I
see.”
Fredo growled, his smugness gone.
A figure stepped from behind Syd and lowered her AK-47 to cover
Fredo.
Tara gasped.
The figure was wearing a thigh length fur coat of a fur that she
couldn't identify. Her hair was red and short. As she raised the gun,
the coat opened and revealed that the girl was wearing a glaring white
bikini and briefs. Knee high fur boots completed the ensamble. She
gave a mock-salute to the scowling Fredo.
Syd, meanwhile, went over to Tara and helped her up. “Sorry you had to
get involved in this. I forgot how my brother is. I won't make that
mistake again.”
She stared up into his face and nearly believed him. She let him lead
her out of the room and down the corridor. A thought occurred to her.
“What about your brother?”
He smiled. “Don't worry. He'll be dealt with.”
She swallowed, deciding not to dwell on that thought. She followed him
and the other four members of the Maid Brigade down the dull steel
corridor and into an elevator.

Syd helped her into a room on an upper story. The Brigade had reported
that Fredo's troops had been cleared out and the place was theirs.
They had also reported that Fredo had escaped, but he expected that.
His brother had as many tricks as a Bond villain.
Tara shyly crawled into the bed offered, fur coat and everything on.
She was too tired to undress, and just wanted sleep. Syd smiled as he
helped her, pulling off her shoes and moving her legs under the covers
and pulling them up to her neck.
She looked up at him in obvious thanks.
He nodded, kissed her forehead, and then turned the lights out.
In the corridor, he watched as one of the Maid Brigade approached. It
was the Asian girl, still in the fur outfit.
She saluted. “Sir, all surveillance is activated. The lower floors are
sealed, all entrances are locked. Scanners are now on, and tuned to
any attack. We are as secure as we can be.”
Syd nodded. He took her furry arm in his hand and walked off, towards
the control center.

Syd stood on the observation level, just observing the woods.
It had been a week now since they had taken over, and Fredo had yet to
counterattack. They all knew it would eventually come, even Tare, who
had no experience in these matters. And Ms. Cassandra...
Fuck that bitch, he told himself. What she wanted, he didn't care.
Why, nor when, or anything that included her, he could care less. To
him, she was simply another power-mad leader, who thought they were
above all the rules they made everyone else follow. He had a problem
with authority figures any way, and hypocrites like her made him
especially mad.
What was it Ms. Laurie had once said? “Better the devil you know then
the one you don't?”
She had said that after he had liquidated some hypocrite President or
another. Sage words, he thought, but sometimes you just had to take a
chance. The alternative might be worse.
The door opened lightly. Soft steps entered the room. Syd remained
where he was.
Soft, furry arms wrapped themselves around his neck. He smiled.
“Hello, Tara.”
She frowned. “How did you know it was me?”
He shrugged. “I have my ways.”
She rolled her eyes. “How long do we have to stay here?”
“Ahh.” He turned around and wrapped his arms around her soft form.
“The difficult questions first, eh?”
She pushed against him. “I'm serious. How long?”
He shrugged. “Depends on my brother.” He rubbed his hands in the
smooth, soft, intoxicating fabric of her coat. “He might try something
anytime. Or he might decide that it's not worth it. Then we'll go back
to our respective places and carry on our lives as before.”
She winced. “How will we know?”
“Well, in the first scenario, obviously, he'll attack. We'll know
then, The second one, he'll send some object that will indicate his
intentions. We'll know.”
She sighed, rested her head on his chest. “I'm so bored, you see.”
He let his cheek rub the fur on her sleeve. It felt so nice to his
skin. “I understand.”
On impulse, he scooped her up and headed out to the door to his
bedroom.

Tara opened her eyes to the dark.
She hesitated a moment, then remembered where she was, She stretched
out a hand and touched Syd Marduke's bare chest under the blue fox fur
blankets. She sighed in contentment.
The door suddenly swung open. She stared at it in alarm.
She felt Syd move beside her. “Back again, Mrs. Mensch? I hope the
news is good.”
A figure strode unhurriedly into the room. In the feeble light, all
Tara could see was a bulky figure with long dark hair. Light suddenly
flooded the room as Syd reached over and turned on a light.
Hitori Mensch nodded to him as she stood at the foot of the bed in her
ankle length coyote fur coat. She looked around and finally sat down
in nearby folding chair. She spread her coat out around her.
“You're brother is listening to an awful lot of Belinda Carlisle
lately.” She smiled.
Syd lifted his eyebrow. “Fascinating.”
She rolled her eyes. “He says it's all Stuff And Nonsense.”
“So, that means that he's gotten weak?”
She shrugged. “It's all a Circle In The Sand.”
Tara swung her gaze between them. She wondered what they were talking
about.
Syd contemplated. “I guess We Want The Same Thing.”
Hitori smiled, “I doubt it. But he did say, Live Your Life Be Free.”
Syd nodded. “Alright. Thanks, Hitori.”
She smiled again, wandered up to the edge of the bed, and kissed Syd
on the cheek. She made sure that the collar of her coat rubbed his
face as she did. She then exited the room.
Syd swung out of bed as a communicator went off. “Mr Syd, what are
you're order?”
Syd thought for a moment. “Standard protocol. Unseal the lower levels,
pack up all personal stuff, shut down all mecha, and meet up in three
hours in the bay.”
“Roger, sir,” she said, and the voice cut out.
“Syd...?” Tara had only a faint inkling of what was going on, and
wanted to be sure.
Syd turned to her, and embraced her. “Looks like your boredom is over.
We just got the signal that it's safe to return to civilization.”
“Oh,” she said. Her emotions were tangled. On the one hand, she was
excited to be leaving, but on the other, she had enjoyed the coziness
offered here. She didn't normally go for the dangerous type, but Syd
had grown on her. “So, I won't see you ever again?”
He smiled broadly. “Now, I didn't say that, did I?”
He put his arms around her and threw her back onto the bed.

Tara stood on the driveway of her house. She pulled the long fur coat
more closely around her and turned to watch the white speedster drive
off. Syd Marduke stared straight ahead as he drove off, not once
turning to look back at her. This made her more upset then she wanted
to acknowledge.
So, she thought, I was right. I was only a fling. A diversion. Like
his brother said. What kind of man would treat a lady this way?
She sighed, tired, and started up the drive to the house.
God, she thought, I could use a long, hot, shower.

-End