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The maker of the Taser, the weapon meant to be a non-lethal option for law enforcement, is toying with the idea of selling drones with Tasers attached. Among the potential clients: schools. We talked to Dina Temple-Raston, host of the “Click Here” podcast, about her reporting on the story. Southwest is facing a probe on whether the airline booked more flights than it could cancel at the time of its mass-cancellation debacle. And, there are storm clouds hanging over the housing market, but there are some signs they may be lifting a bit.
Click Here goes inside the internal deliberations of an AI ethics board grappling with whether a company should develop stun-gun-enabled drones for police departments. After a year of study, Axon's AI ethics board concluded the technology was too ripe for abuse. Weeks later the company's CEO announced a plan to build a weaponized drone to prevent mass shootings in schools. And, cybercriminals' new best friend: ChatGPT.
On January 3rd, Keenan Anderson returned to the familiarity of L-A for what was supposed to be a short visit. He'd recently set out to embark on a new professional career: that of educator as a high school English teacher in Washington, D-C. Kenan hoped to collect a few belongings left behind in the city after the move to his new home. Instead, the man remembered by his uncle for his fearlessness in the face of challenge and adversity, was killed by officers of the Los Angeles Police Department. As tasers remain ubiquitous in police departments across the nation, and officers continue to kill using the weapon, we're left to wonder if they're truly “less lethal”. Alex Vitale, Professor of Sociology at Brooklyn College, author of City of Disorder: How the Quality of Life Campaign Transformed New York Politics and The End of Policing joins for more.
It's the Friday news roundup! In today's episode, host Trenae Nuri is joined by senior reporter for Philadelphia Magazine Victor Fiorillo and city editor at the Philadelphia Tribune Sharyn Flanagan, to discuss a call for an independent investigation into the taser incident involving a Lower Merion police officer and a Black woman, sightings of disembodied pigeons around the city, and how a Philly restaurant saved a traveler's lost luggage. Our Friday news roundups are powered by great local journalism: OK, What's Up With All the Disembodied Pigeons on Philly Streets? The Craziest Lost Luggage Story You Will Read This Week Lower Merion Residents Call For Independent Investigation After Police Use Taser During Traffic Stop Want some more Philly news? Then make sure to sign up for our morning newsletter. We're also on Twitter and Instagram! Follow us @citycastphilly. Have a question or just want to share some thoughts with the team? Leave us a voicemail at 215-259-8170. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
The Los Angeles Police Department tased Keenan Anderson 6 times in 42 seconds - a look at their misconduct and the ongoing challenge of trusting law enforcement. The Supreme Court is reviewing a case that could ultimately turn every workplace into a religious battleground. And Dr. Jim Keany joins the show for Medical News!
Tonight: LAPD commission meets to discuss reappointment Chief Michel Moore to a second five-year term; Family of 31-year-old who died from being tased call for Moore's removal; LAPD bans "Thin Blue Line" flag in station lobbies and on patrol cars and uniforms; The LA City Council today voted 12-1 to deny a permit to build a seven-story 168-room Marriott Hotel near the USC campus; New law requires you to put your food with your lawn clippings and other "green waste"; and more. Support for this podcast is made possible by Gordon and Dona Crawford, who believe that quality journalism makes Los Angeles a better place to live. Support the show: https://laist.com
Tom Smith serves as the CEO of Set Jet. An experienced businessman, Smith founded Taser in the early 1990s, bringing the company to market with a $2 B market cap. After retiring as chairman, he took his passion for flying (Smith is an experienced pilot with over 10,000 hours of flying time) to start Set Jet, an exclusive private jet charter membership. Set Jet makes travel simple, offering the convenience and luxury amenities of private air travel, made more accessible as members can purchase tickets on Set Jet, often at a similar price point to first-class commercial travel. Tom joins Renee Dee to talk about creating a luxury flight experience and the technology of air travel. We invite you to SUBSCRIBE! You can find ICONIC LIFE on our website, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, or Pinterest. Follow Renee on Instagram, Twitter, LinkedIn, & Clubhouse. If you enjoyed today's podcast, I'd be so appreciative if you'd take two minutes to subscribe, rate and review ICONIC HOUR. It makes a huge difference for our growth. Thank you so much for supporting me to do what I do!
Adam and Mark link up early in the week inspired by another broadcaster as they review a few recently viral videos with law enforcement implications and give their analysis. Watch Beyond A Reasonable Doubt on YouTube at YouTube.com/ReasonableDoubtPodcast and subscribe while you're there.
This episode of Policing Matters reviews use of force issues, including the recent history of the carotid restraint, electrical conducted devices (what most generally refer to as TASERs) and other force options that have been restrained or discontinued from use, such as tear gas options in some jurisdictions for crowd control. We will talk about innovations and possible options for the future. Host Jim Dudley speaks with Jon Becker, the founder and CEO of AARDVARK Tactical, a leading provider of tactical equipment and custom solutions. Along with training and integrating force systems at AARDVARK, Jon became an attorney, where his interest in civil rights and police litigation merged and led him to write for many of the top tactical publications on a variety of topics. In addition, Jon is the host of The Debrief with Jon Becker podcast where Jon sits down with tactical leaders and operators to discuss all things leadership, training and tactics. Access additional show notes and resources related to this episode here. This episode of the Policing Matters Podcast is brought to you by Lexipol, the experts in policy, training, wellness support and grants assistance for first responders and government leaders. To learn more, visit lexipol.com.
Warning! The contents of this episode contain material that may be upsetting to the audience. Listener discretion is advised.Daunte Wright's death sparked change and many demonstrations. In Part 2 you will hear the width and scope of how impactful his death made in America.Starting the night of the killing, April 11, 2021 to 2022 starting at the death site to the trial to its aftermath along with 37 states and Washington DC holding rallies for justice.What do you remember about Daunte Wright? Share your thoughts when I post on IG on January 4th relating to this storyWhat it means to be multiracial in America, one story at a time, from the studio to the streets.DOWNLOAD and SUBSCRIBE to Generation Mixed.FOLLOW us on:Instagram| @generationmixedpodcastTwitter | @genmixedpodcastTik Tok | @genmixedpodcastSubscribe to our newsletter at www.Justjmarc.comEmail us here with any suggestions, comments, and questions for future email@example.com
In this episode of The Bald Brad Show, Libs of TikTok shows the Lefts insanity. The two clips displayed in the first segment of the show shows a woke leftist explaining the different ways someone can be fatphobic even when they are trying to lose weight for health reasons. Yes, you read that correctly. If you are trying to lose weight to be healthier, you are now fatphobic. Furthermore, the next clip shows a woke leftist explaining how giving kids' puberty blockers does not affect them. If you dont give them puberty blockers, then you are transphobic. If your child says they are trans or transgender, you MUST take them seriously according to the left. You MUST let them make their own healthcare decisions. The Lefts insanity has gone on for too long. Moreover, A Dayton police officer shot in the left side of his face Tuesday night who returned fire, striking the suspect multiple times, was able to request help for himself and the wounded suspect as well as direct bystanders to safety. The officer shot was identified as Thadeu Holloway, an eight-year veteran of the Dayton Police Department, said Matt Carper, interim director and chief, during a Wednesday afternoon news briefing. The officer-involved shooting began with an investigation into a fake bill passed at a Dollar General store, Carper said. Holloway responded around 6:45 p.m. to Dollar General at 888 S. Gettysburg Ave. for a fraud complaint after a customer passed a counterfeit bill earlier in the day, Carper said. Holloway arrived at 7:26 p.m. at the rear of 609 Ingram St. and approached 39-year-old Antwyane Deon Lowe, who matched the description of the suspect in the Dollar General fraud call, Carper said. As Holloway approached and addressed Lowe, he ignored the officer and began to walk away. As Holloway got closer to Lowe, he turned and punched Holloway in the face without warning, Carper said. The officer used his Taser, and Lowe fell to the ground but was able to reach into his pocket and pull out a handgun, firing one round that struck Holloway in the left side of his face, Carper said. "The officer fell to the ground and immediately returned fire with five rounds, striking the suspect multiple times. Despite his injuries, the officer was able to effectively request assistance for himself and the wounded suspect. The officer also provided for the safety of witnesses and bystanders by directing them to a place of safety."
¡Machorr0s, sobrevivimos este fokin 2022, puñeta! ¡Llegó el último episodio del año, papeh! Esta semana cientos de bori-argentinos celebraron el triunfo de un extraño y confuso deporte, el influencer que le debe a Hacienda suplica a sus seguidores pa' que lo apoyen en un GoFund con paL de pesitos, le subastan las guaguas al jevo de Gredmarie, y reaparece Jensen para anunciarnos su nuevo oficio en la cárcel. Un empleado de Barceloneta hace una huelga de hambre en plena navidad, la gente sigue desapareciendo misteriosamente, y esta vez le tocó a Corozal, pero Puerto Rico se unió como un solo pueblo para encontrar a un caballero con la nuca tatuada llamado Brian. Además, analizamos el arresto de una criatura en un Burger King de Utuado, y por primera vez estamos todos de acuerdo con el guardia. Recuerda: si te ofendes, eso no es problema de nosotros. ¡Desde GW-Cinco, esto es #LaHoraMachorra! TAQUILLAS PA'L SHOW DE OSCAR: https://boletos.prticket.com/events/en/elultimooscar USA EL CÓDIGO "20MACHORRO" PARA UN 20% DE DESCUENTO EN: https://www.manscaped.com/ LAS MEJORES ARTESANÍAS: https://prartisans.com/ LA MEJOR MARCA DE ROPA BORICUA: https://www.resistancecompany.com/ PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/lahoramachorra INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/lahoramachorra/ CANAL DE CLIPS: https://www.youtube.com/c/lahoramachorraclips EL MEJOR STUDIO DE PE ERRE: https://www.instagram.com/gw_cinco/ Hosts: Alexis 'Macetaminofén' Zárraga, José Valiente & Oscar Navarro === REDES === Maceta https://www.facebook.com/TioMacetaminofen https://twitter.com/Macetaminofen https://www.instagram.com/macetaminofen/ Valiente https://www.youtube.com/user/valiente101 https://twitter.com/JoseValiente https://www.instagram.com/josevalientepr/ Oscar https://www.instagram.com/oscarnavarropr https://twitter.com/oscarnavarropr https://www.facebook.com/oscarnavarropr
Comentario inicial: How 2022 Became the Year Trans Hate Went Mainstream https://www.vice.com/en/article/5d383z/anti-trans-violence-2022 • In 2021, after nearly seven years of fighting and after he had already graduated, Grimm won. “What I did, what my legal team did, what other trans people in this nation with similar cases have done, it mattered, it made a difference,” Grimm told VICE News. This massive legal victory meant that the U.S. court system upheld trans rights, and recognized the discriminatory nature of restrictive bathroom policies. • Grimm has every right to be disillusioned: In so many ways, this year in particular has been devastating as trans rights face attack after attack. Even as victories for LGBTQ people mount, anti-trans rhetoric and legislation has not slowed down, and now it appears GOP leaders and their supporters have manufactured a culture war over transgender and gender nonconforming identities. Hate targeting LGBTQ people, especially trans people and drag queens, has reverberated across the country, and hundreds of bills targeting LGBTQ people have been introduced—about half of them have focused on trans people. States have also tried to equate gender-affirming care with child abuse: In Texas, the Department of Family and Protective Services was tasked with investigating families with trans kids. • In 2022 alone, more than 171 anti-trans bills—and more than 300 anti-LGBTQ bills—have been introduced across the U.S. Causa para arresto contra mujer que protagonizó altercado con policía en Utuado Por agredir al agente. https://www.noticel.com/tribunales/ahora/20221221/causa-para-arresto-contra-mujer-que-protagonizo-altercado-con-policia-en-utuado/ • Nivel de violencia social • Visión del policía como regente del espacio público • Uso del “taser” • Uso del celular por parte del policía • Falta entrenamiento y de supervisión Lo absurdo: Melinda Romero se niega a entregar informes financieros a la Oficina de Ética Gubernamental. En consecuencia, la OEG le dio 20 días para que responda a la querella https://www.elvocero.com/gobierno/politica/melinda-romero-se-niega-a-entregar-informes-financieros-a-la-oficina-de-tica-gubernamental/article_9a5b5bf6-80a2-11ed-b7d5-9383192e2cc5.html • Resultado de la chapucería de esta ley • “Enemigos de nuestra gestión” • Ya reconoció la petición • Hasta cuando la gente decente que de buena fe cree en la mitología • Violencia sistémica y económica Gobernador afirma que celebración de plebiscito criollo no es prioridad ahora mismo. Representante del PNP le sale al paso a la amenaza del PPD. https://www.elvocero.com/gobierno/fortaleza/gobernador-afirma-que-celebraci-n-de-plebiscito-criollo-no-es-prioridad-ahora-mismo/article_04f17ea2-80c9-11ed-b49b-6b8d98275948.html La Casa Blanca confirma que Zelenski visitará EE.UU. este miércoles. En lo que será su primer viaje al exterior desde el inicio del conflicto con Rusia, el presidente ucraniano se dirigirá al Congreso del país y mantendrá una reunión con Joe Biden. https://actualidad.rt.com/actualidad/452664-reportes-visita-zelenski-eeuu
QPEN Junta de Control Fiscal quiere hacerse la buena diciendo que los bonistas de AEE exigen mucho. Policía filtra video para justificar uso de taser. Gobernador admite habrá aumento de energía eléctrica. #periodismodigital #periodismoindependiente #analisis #noticias
QPEN Junta de Control Fiscal quiere hacerse la buena diciendo que los bonistas de AEE exigen mucho. Policía filtra video para justificar uso de taser. Gobernador admite habrá aumento de energía eléctrica. #periodismodigital #periodismoindependiente #analisis #noticias
This week we took a swim out to the Island of Dr. Moreau-- a cavalcade of bestiality, ice bucket Napoleon helmets, and making H.G. Wells spin in his grave like a fucking pinwheel. Let's just get into it so we don't waste any more of your time like we've wasted ours. Berating your boys at brunch! Manimal medical malpractice! Hyena's hairy hardware! Eyes wide shut: furry edition! Primal rage brain! What if "god number one" was one of us?! Uncomfortable roar whispers! Plasma blasting the monkey mound! Goading goats with GOAT sauce! “Rat people? Hahahahaa”! Taser chips and dip! Getting deep in the meat! Washing the glass cock! Slam pig regressions, and much, much more on this week's episode of The Worst Movie Ever Made! www.theworstmovieevermade.com We're watching The Santa Clause next week.
The mayor of Emerson and his wife were killed in a four-car crash Saturday in Cherokee County, the Cherokee Sheriff's Office reported, and a man has been arrested on charges related to the crash. According to the sheriff's office, deputies responded to a four-car crash at about 4 p.m. Saturday on Knox Bridge Highway, east of Fields Landing Drive near Canton. Preliminary indications are that a Chevrolet pickup truck traveling east on Knox Bridge Hwy. lost control and crossed the center line striking a Hyundai Santa Fe traveling westbound. That collision caused the Hyundai to lose control, overturn and travel into the eastbound lane where it was struck by a GMC Savana van traveling eastbound. The Chevrolet truck also struck a Mazda 3 traveling west. Emerson Mayor Albert Pallone who was driving the Hyundai, and his wife, Camilia Pallone died in the crash. The driver of the Mazda 3 and the driver of the GMC Savana were transported to Wellstar Kennestone Hospital with non-life threatening injuries. The driver of the Chevrolet pick up, William Bryan Abernathy of Calhoun, was arrested and charged with first degree vehicular homicide, and serious injury by vehicle, DUI and reckless driving. Abernathy was also injured and is receiving treatment at an undisclosed local hospital. The site of the crash is a little over a mile east from where a Cherokee County father and daughter died in a crash on Thanksgiving - Alivia Mynes, an 18-year-old former Creekview High School volleyball standout and college freshman, and her father, Chris Mynes, 52, was the human resources director at Fox Factory in Gainesville, according to their obituaries. A trial has been set for a Woodstock resident and her son facing felony charges related to the Jan. 6, 2021 attack on the United States Capitol. Lisa Marie Eisenhart, from Woodstock, and her son, Eric Munchel, who lives in Nashville, are charged with entering the Capitol with rioters and disrupting the proceedings there, according to their indictment. Munchel, who has been referred to as the “zip tie guy,” was photographed with zip ties in the Capitol Building, according to prosecutors. He is also accused of carrying a dangerous weapon, a Taser, on the grounds and in the Capitol Building, which is associated with additional charges in the indictment. Attorneys for Munchel and Eisenhart have said they did not bring the zip ties, but found them inside the Capitol. The trial is scheduled to start April 11 before Judge Royce C. Lamberth in the U.S. District Court for the District of Columbia. Eisenhart and Munchel have pleaded not guilty on all counts, court documents show. A tradition to honor deceased veterans returns December17, when military families, veterans and volunteers will gather to place thousands of wreaths on the headstones at the Georgia National Cemetery in Canton. The cemetery advisory council is hosting Wreaths Across America, which will include a public ceremony honoring deceased military service members at 11 a.m. December 17 at the cemetery. At noon, members of the public are invited to join volunteers to place wreaths on headstones. No registration is required to volunteer. For more information, email Russ Seltenright at firstname.lastname@example.org. The Georgia National Cemetery is located at 1080 Scott Hudgens Drive in Canton. The council is accepting donations year-round for Wreaths Across America. Donations can be given by check to GNC Advisory Council or online at ganationalcemetery.org. Holly Springs could soon switch to a simple majority system for municipal elections, pending a vote by the city council later this month. The Holly Springs City Council is expected to make a decision at its Dec. 19 meeting. Holly Springs uses a plurality voting system, in which the candidate with the most votes is the winner regardless of percentage, and there are no runoffs. If Holly Springs switches to a simple majority system, like for state elections, 50% plus at least one vote will be required for a candidate to win. Under this system, in the event that no one receives 50% plus one vote in the race, there will be a runoff. Establishing a 50% plus one voting system in Holly Springs requires the city to go through the state legislature to change its charter. The city council's next meeting is at 7 p.m. December 19 at city hall. River Ridge and West Forsyth went back and forth all night, but it was the Knights' big fourth quarter that put them over the top on Saturday's 56-47 win at the Cherokee/Forsyth Challenge. With the game tied 38-34 heading into the fourth quarter, the Knights went on an 8-0 run, with four quick points from Davis Hansraj, to take control of the scoreboard. They did not trail the rest of the way. Those three seniors were pivotal in the Knights' late push, and Hansraj tallied a team-high 17 points on Saturday. Head scored 11 points while controlling the paint on both ends, and McCord had six points. Bret Senay, a junior, finished with nine points. For West Forsyth, Sam Maynard carried the offense with 23 points, 11 of which came in the fourth quarter. Chase Damerell was second in the score column with 10 points, followed by Lachlan Povenz with seven points. After playing a tough intra-county game on Friday night, it was a quick turnaround for River Ridge. Darling noticed the fatigue setting in but credited his guys for returning to form when necessary. Saturday marked the Knights' second straight win since dropping three straight. Support staff at schools were celebrated Thursday at the Cherokee County School District's fifth annual Support Staff Employees of the Year Awards. The event honored one Support Staff Employee of the Year from each of CCSD's schools, centers and central office divisions. Each of the honorees was recognized by the superintendent and school board members, received a plaque and gifts of appreciation including a $200 Visa card and $50 Amazon gift card funded by sponsors. Sponsors include Presenting Sponsor Cherokee County Educational Foundation; Platinum Sponsors, Credit Union of Georgia, ProLogics and Roof Technology Partners; and Gold Sponsors, Cobb EMC and Nova Engineering. At the end of the evening, the district made surprise presentations to one overall CCSD winner each in three categories: Elementary School to Boston Elementary School kindergarten paraprofessional Debbie McMichen; Middle School/High School/Centers to CCSD Preschool Centers Head Start paraprofessional Julissa Izaguirre; and Central Office to CCSD Technology and Information Services technology specialist Jill Phillips. These overall winners were selected by a committee of retired educators and community leaders, according to CCSD. #CherokeeCounty #Georgia #LocalNews - - - - - - The Cherokee Tribune Ledger Podcast is local news for Woodstock, Canton, and all of Cherokee County. Register Here for your essential digital news. 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Ash Men, Sins and the Will of the Ancestors.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.-You may outrun your sins, but never forget that someone will pay the toll-(Later Friday)“Having a bad day?” Pamela stopped our lesson.“I apologize. I am having trouble focusing on the lesson today,” I sighed.“Let us see if we can handle this dilemma,” Pamela took two steps back, signaling the end of this round of physical training. “In my experience, most internal issues can be resolved within five minutes.”“This should be fun then,” I smirked. Pamela smirked as well. “I was confirmed at this morning’s emergency Council meeting to be the sole heir, thus leader, of House Ishara.” With a slight dip of the head, Pamela acknowledged I’d surprised her. “I chose to stand for House Ishara; literally. I will not take the seat, or vote. I will hold the place for my first daughter of the Host.”“That last bit was your decision and your decision alone?” Pamela queried. I nodded. “Good, you gave up nothing you could hold onto while gaining honor for the practical choice, Cáel. What are your numbers now?”“Three,” I answered. Pamela’s look demanded an explanation.“I immediately brought Buffy and Helena into the House. Katrina has advised me to be cautious about adding too many too fast,” I stated.“Katrina’s agenda and yours are not the same, Cáel,” Pamela warned me. “You are the leader of a First House now. Katrina is responsible for the harmony of the Council and Havenstone. These are not the same thing.”“A woman in Katrina’s position has no friends. She cannot afford them,” Pamela told me.“I asked her to set up a commission to help select proper candidates for Ishara. She picks nine members and I have Helena representing us,” I informed her. Pamela shook her head.“You concede too much,” Pamela frowned.“Set an absolute date with a designated number of candidates. Make the date soon; a month; and the number 20. Keep the heat on the others. Don’t let them constrain you,” Pamela lectured. “That is not the Amazon way. You have made concessions to them. Now they must make concessions to you. You gain little by mollifying them.”“I am not sure that a pissing off Katrina and Hayden will increase my survivability,” I countered.“Irrelevant,” Pamela slapped the wall. “You are House Ishara now. What matters to you is House Ishara and its relationship to the Host. Tell me how being weak helps either.”“It doesn’t,” I bowed my head. My confusion dissipated and we got back to the lesson.Three more things completed my day. Pamela hung around me. I didn’t ask her to and I couldn’t figure a good way to tell her to leave. Secondly, I tried to see Hayden. She was busy. Katrina was out of the office. I knew the score. Finally, Buffy knew Havenstone’s HQ better than anyone. Together with Helena we gathered at a blind spot in their security and exchanged notes.We didn’t talk because our echoes could be picked up. My message to Helena and Buffy was clear: I wanted a list of twenty ‘Runner’ names by Monday morning. If Katrina and Hayden were stone-walling my process, we would induct twenty every three days until they relented, or something broke. Miraculously to me, Buffy and Helena didn’t bat an eye over this skullduggery.Katrina showed up for our 'end of day’ meeting, with my valise. The meeting was brief and perfunctory. I didn’t think Katrina, or one of her agents, had overheard my secret House plotting. She knew something was up because she knew me. We were on a collision course. There was no stopping it. We hated half-measures. No words were exchanged.On the way out, I learned I had a Security Detail assigned for my well-being. From what, I had no idea. Was I on Santa’s Naughty List; Robot Santa (à la Futurama), that is?Constanza and Naomi, I recognized. The other two I had seen briefly. Constanza looked like she’d rather be force-fed leeches than be anywhere close to me.“A moment please,” I requested from the group around me. Buffy was uneasy. Pamela was ignoring me, thus not giving me space.“Constanza, you hate me. I hate you. It was this way at six this morning and nothing a room-full of old ladies says alters that,” I said quietly. “I don’t expect you to respect me, tolerate me, or ignore my gender status because of what transpired. I do expect you to respect House Ishara. When I must stand for this House, honor it. Neither of us has a choice in that matter.”“I give you permission for nothing because I can’t dictate to your heart. It is yours and even this male understands yours is the heart of a true Amazon. My words will not change how you feel. I am okay with that because I have no choice. You are who you are. I request that you draw a line between me, Cáel, the unwelcome invader and the Head of House Ishara,” I asked.“You are nothing,” Constanza seethed. “Your words mean nothing. You are what you have always been; an abomination.”“Listen carefully,” Pamela said casually. “Talk like that again and you are dead. You are not dead because I can easily kill you. You are dead because you have brought shame to your House.”“You have called a member of the Council an abomination. This implies that all the other Council members are blind, fools, or corrupt. What will they do to you for making such an open, blanket accusation?” Pamela sounded bored. “You refuse to see that the Ancestors have spoken and this is their decision. Defy the Ancestors and you deny your heritage.”“Your name will be stricken from the rolls, you will be butchered like a sheep and your body burned. You will never see the cliffs in this life or the next. Despite you being a twisted mockery of all things Amazon; Cáel doesn’t know the true Amazon heart; he is trying to save your life. It is the person he is. He loves more than he hates. It is why he is winning.”“Who are you to speak to me this way?” Constanza spat at Pamela. Pamela was unfazed.“I am a 'cliff walker’,” Pamela replied. “I teach knife classes every day at three. I am a mother and grandmother. I am on a quest for my ancestors and I am looking for the six-fingered man.”“That…that is insane,” Constanza stammered.“Was it the kitten juggling, or the obstacle course for marshmallows?” I looked to Pamela.“No, it was the spot-checking for freckles in Rio de Janeiro,” Pamela regarded me seriously.“Do areolas count as freckles?” I looked hopeful.“You are both diseased,” Constanza shouted.I was still dealing with the wrongness of Constanza’s words when I experienced the sensation of Pamela moving beside me. Saint Marie may have been faster, but I wouldn’t swear to it. Constanza was pretty good too. Her mistake was knife-fighting 101; know your range. Constanza went for her pistol when we were all less than a meter apart.Pamela’s right hand sprouted her nasty little knife and scooped out Constanza’s left eye. Her left hand wrenched Constanza’s pistol from her grasp. Constanza stumbled backwards then fell, screaming all the way. Her left hand covered the gushing ruin of her left eye socket. The other members of the SD group had their guns pointed at us; Pamela and I.“No,” Pamela mused, “I don’t think areolas count since everyone has them.” Pamela wiped the blood and ocular bits off her blade on Constanza’s still thrashing covered calf. I picked up on her clues. I pulled out my phone and calmly called Medical, informing them that someone had insulted House Ishara and graciously only been robbed of their left eye.“She is coming with us,” Naomi informed me as her buddies closed in.“Pamela; gun,” I demanded. Pamela handed it over. For a second, everyone thought the situation was resolved. After making sure the safety was engaged, “Buffy,” and I tossed Buffy the gun. “No,” I met Naomi’s gaze. “I will not allow it.”“Cáel, this is not something you can deny.” Naomi was trying to be patient.“If I was Madi and Constanza called her diseased, and an abomination, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” I stared at her intently. “And if the next words your of your mouth are 'you are a male,’ I’ll personally order Elsa to cut out your eyes for compounding Constanza’s insult with this one.”“Cáel, I cannot let this pass,” Naomi insisted.“I’ll be okay,” Pamela touched my arm and tried to move past me. I stopped her.“I sincerely doubt my ancestor crawled back into the Greek camp thinking he’d save some of his sisters, leaving others to their fate. When I start abandoning any, I am no longer worthy of my blood. Stay put, Pamela.”“Naomi, let us pass, prepare to be attacked, or shoot me,” I met Naomi’s stare, “because here I come.” We pushed our way through the packed group into the elevator Dora had been holding. They even brought a sniffling, scowling Constanza along. Medical was first. The second the SD could hand their wounded comrade to the staff, they climbed back onboard.Elsa and five friends were waiting for us.“Saint Marie would like a word with you,” Elsa informed me. Since Saint Marie, the Golden Mare, was on the Council, I thought it wise to obey. She showed up looking really steamed.“Take the woman,” Saint Marie pointed to Pamela. “The rest can leave.”“I can’t allow that,” I stepped up. Saint Marie glared.“This is not an issue you can intervene on,” Saint Marie snapped. “She is not of your House.”“She is bound to me by the will of the Ancestors,” I proclaimed. Pretty much every woman was ready to tear my head off for that.“Saint Marie; Elsa, for the little amount of time you have known me, I have joked, been irreverent and even mocking of you and your ways. Look at me. Trust your instincts. Pamela is bound to me by the will of the ancestors,” I pledged.“How so?” Saint Marie studied me.“I cannot say,” I sighed. “Just because the Ancestors want something done doesn’t mean they make it easy for us to do. In my limited experience, they are rather obtuse about what they want and how they want that goal accomplished. You will have to take my word that Pamela and I share a bond.” There was a stand-off.“What was in the box the Arinniti showed you?” Saint Marie inquired.“You would have to ask them,” I answered.“I did. Now I’m asking you,” she persisted. Think.“They showed it to you, so you already know,” I stared.“Do you think that connection is possible?” Saint Marie posed. She meant 'did I believe I had a tie to man who lived 2694 years ago’ to the point we both fought with twin axes.“I don’t want to,” I sighed. “I want to live in a sane, scientific world that explains all this.”“Go,” Saint Marie commanded. Then, “Will Constanza regain the sight in her left eye?”“No,” Pamela shook her head. “She ignored the lesson and the warning. Next time, this will not be an issue.” It took my exiting the building to understand what Pamela was saying was 'you won’t find the body’. I also realized that Oneida was absent today; groan.“Cáel, why don’t you come home with me tonight?” Daphne offered. She was proffering her house’s protection as well.“I’m okay,” I grinned. “I’m going to keep to my old schedule as much as possible.”“Aren’t you worried?” Paula asked.“Worried about what? I don’t think any of the other Houses are going to kill me until I really screw up,” I snorted.“He has no idea?” Pamela scoped out the surrounding ladies.“None,” Buffy confirmed.“Care to enlighten me?” I hoped.“Have a good weekend, Cáel,” Pamela smiled. “Things will become truly interesting on Monday; believe me.”Yeah…like taking over an extinct Amazon 'First’ House wasn’t interesting enough. Things were going to get better; in the same way radiation burns were 'better’ than sunburn. I biked home, brushing a city bus and a BMW getting there. On the landing between the second and third floors I found an Amazon with baleful eyes; waiting.In front of my door was her psychic twin.“Can I get you and/or your cohort anything?” I politely inquired. Yesterday; the cold shoulder.“Thank you for the consideration. We will wait until our itinerary is clarified,” she nodded. I went in, catching the abrupt cut off of some 'O’ talk.'O’, as in Odette and Oneida. They were on the sofa, half-turned to face each other when I walked in. Oneida stood and gave the standard Amazon respectful nod.“Oneida was all screwed up inside about last night in the Park, so I was explaining some of the basic tenants of BDSM to her,” Odette blithely blathered.“BDSM? What do you know about BDSM? I barely know about it and I’ve been having non-stop sex for years,” I exclaimed.“Cáel of Ishara, did you do those things to Rhada in an effort to fulfill her dreams?” Oneida desperately pleaded. Worse, it was spoken in English.“I can’t talk about it,” I replied.“That is 'Cáel’ for 'yes’,” Odette intruded. “I began reading up on BDSM after you got the suspension rig,” was her saucy response to me.“Would you ever do that to me?” Oneida gave me those big doe-eyes as she sat down.No, she didn’t want a rape fantasy. That kind of submission wasn’t her thing. I paced around, stomped into the kitchen then back to the living room.“No Oneida, I would never do something like that to you,” I promised. “I like having sex; a whole bunch. I like the women I’m with to have a great time too.”“That means I figure out what really excites her and provide it because I normally want to have sex with that girl again,” I explained, neglecting the 'and again and again and again.’“Is it over between you two?” Oneida asked. She meant Rhada and me.“Oneida, did I ask you to come over today?” I countered.“Have I upset you?” Oneida’s lower lip trembled. 'Yes’ would make things so much easier.“No,” I lied. “Let’s look at this from another angle. How would you feel if Paula showed up at your domicile unannounced? You walked in and there she was.”“Oh,” she stood up again. “I apologize.” At this moment, saying nothing meant she’d leave. I’m an idiot.“Do you want to stay for dinner?” I offered. It took a few seconds for Oneida to forgive herself enough to accept my suggestion. Me raping Rhada less than 24 hours ago? We’d deal with that later, or so she promised herself.“Okay…if it is not too much trouble,” Oneida nodded.In came the doom and gloom duo and we ordered some over-sized sandwiches from an Italian Deli two blocks away. After the two walked through my place (again, I was sure) and the food arrived, the bodyguards relaxed into a close proximity of human beings. The freakishness continued as Odette bonded with the Amazon killers with tales of my sexual exploits.At the same time, I romanced Oneida in half a dozen languages. Storming those gates was going to take more time than I normally gave a single sexual encounter. Oneida kissed me. She loved kissing me. She was ecstatic about kissing me. She made it real clear there would be not petting; yet. Penetration wasn’t even on the (her) agenda.This didn’t meant I was accepting her marching orders. I was far craftier than that. My plan was one of 'setting an example’. I stood up; we were sitting on the bench press seat, shot Odette a sexy look then went to the kitchenette. We got something; whatever it was wasn’t important. The crucial activity was my surrounding Odette in my arms from behind.I kissed her neck, Odette wiggled her butt against my crotch and murmured happily. More kissing along the neck, ear and jawline ensued. Odette exhaled a happy breath, and twisted around in my grasp until we were face to face. An exhaustive French kiss finishing up with a few light pecks and led to us rubbing noses like Inuit.“Thanks buddy,” I smiled warmly at Odette.“She blue-balling ya?” Odette snickered.“Big time,” I muttered. Odette squiggled down my body then bit both my nipples through my shirt making me gasp.“That should do nicely,” Odette’s eyes were alight and she was super-pleased with herself. She smacked my butt then returned to the living room. I returned to Oneida. After a few seconds,“Does it disturb you to be treated like that?” Oneida murmured.“Like what?” I sounded so innocent. Trust me; this is a crucial relationship tool.“Like; like we would treat one of our males,” she looked for my reaction. I laughed.“The critical difference is that I can say 'no’,” I smiled. “Oneida, do you think the original Ash Men spent every moment not in battle, contemplating their place in the Universe?” Clearly, she had. “Believe me, men hunted, worked their crafts and chased female Amazons when they weren’t eating, or sleeping.”“Warfare is an emotional undertaking,” I had read that somewhere. “You can believe that with the battle safely won, your ancestors and my ancestors fooled around. They sang songs, wrote poetry, and created artwork for the ladies they courted. They wanted the attention of the strongest, bravest and most courageous mates, just like your ancestors did.”“I think I do know something about the Ash Men you don’t,” I prodded her.“What? I have studied them for many years,” Oneida was now more engaged.“What can you tell me about Vranus?” I asked. That stumped her.“I…nothing is written of his exploits,” Oneida admitted. “We know he was a young warrior for Ishara.”“Think about this, Oneida; Vranus was only twenty yet a member of the Host,” I started. She nodded. “He is shown with twin axes; no shield and no bow. That means he had to be very brave, rushing through the initial exchange of arrow fire and thrown spears to attack his enemy. His House probably directed him to large clumps of opponents, breaking their formations for the Host to exploit.”“That means he fought alone for several seconds until his accompanying Amazons could pick apart his foe,” I explained.“That must have been horrible,” Oneida frowned.“Not at all,” I protested. “He was trusted with a crucial task; to hold the enemy’s focus so the faster moving Amazons could attack their foe from multiple directions at once.”“The Amazons of House Ishara must have been very proud of him,” I fluffed out the fantasy. “From what you saw from my two exhibition with twin axes, it is very tiring. Vranus had to have absolute confidence his sisters were coming for him. They trusted one another, thus fighting as one organic unit. It was a synergy that included the best of both genders.”That last bit confused her.“Back then, most of the Host would have been of the same genetic stock from the time of the First Betrayal. Short and fast. The males of the region they took over were taller; the local men being even taller than the local women. That means you give men heavier and longer weapons. Your people would have favored bows, light shields and short spears; ranged, or quick in and out tools.”Was any of that true? Not a history major, so I have no clue.“Many of the Host at the time rode horses yet there are also pictures of them forming battle lines,” Oneida enlightened me then her own eyes expanded. “Males are always shown with solid round shields while the Host; women had the oval wicker shields.”“Lacking stirrups, the Amazons may have used the men to grapple with the enemy then rode their horses around the flanks, dismounted and engaged their opponents from the rear; Amazon style,” I grinned. It was. Amazons were all about out-maneuvering and confounding their foes. The Amazons hadn’t been callous with their males’ lives.At one time, chosen females had held the center line. Over time, as males joined, it was practical to adapt the solid wooden shields of their opponents for their own males and put them in the place where their upper body strength and size were of best effect. The unknown older male with Vranus had probably held his place in the battle line dozens of times.I doubt he complained, or even thought to complain. Who would have taken his place? A smaller sister, aunt, or daughter? Had other males objected? Sure, the battle line in Amazon tactics was not the place of glory. The striking arm were the horse-riders. Countless times adversaries had spent the last minutes of their lives with the echoes of horses, hooves and female Amazon war cries seemingly all around them.Some wise old dead fucker once said 'defeat starts in the mind’. I wholeheartedly believed in that; except my version was 'having sex with me starts with my insidious nature’.“Defeat starts in the mind,” I stared intently into Oneida’s eyes. Love poetry is a matter of emotional context, not actual words.I pulled Oneida to me, letting her straddle my lap because I desperately wanted her to understand my tortured soul. Grinding her vulva against my hard-on was totally accidental, as was our renewed French kiss and me grabbing two handfuls of her ass. There was no rushing of things. Oneida was a skittish mare and I had to keep her feeling safe despite her sexual peril.Any woman who bothers to get to know me knows I am not a complicated guy. Case in point: by the time Oneida was feeding me her left nipple, Odette already had the security types sweep my bedroom (again) then the three retreated to Timothy’s room and shut the door. Were Oneida’s guardians worried about Oneida’s carnal violation?No, why would they? Amazons had dick on demand. Virginity didn’t hold any religious significance for them; killing things did. With the speed and efficiency those other two Amazons made themselves scarce, I imagined they were happy that Oneida had stopped mooning over me and getting a good grip on reality. A righteous dicking was in the offing.Oneida’s open eyed, opened-mouth countenance when she found herself naked on my bed with a naked me hovering over her was precious. That look always was. It did necessitate a question.“Are you sure you want to do this?” I whispered. My aroused cock brushed along her thigh. The question was a courtesy.The answer was always the same because girls want to have sex. They also want to believe they have a say in the process from beginning to end. I say 'believe’ because sex done right is passion and passion is the rejection of reason. At some point in the seduction, intercourse becomes an avalanche. Logic can scream all it wants; the hormones are not listening.I slipped into Oneida’s velvety liquid embrace. She gave up a sigh of relief. She’d made the jump into intimacy. Any other explanation for what was going to happen would have implicated me as a 'Player’; which everyone else thought I was. Oneida had this romantic ideal of me that no amount of evidence appeared to shatter.Personally, I was starting to dread ever going to her bedroom. I wasn’t sure of her 'My Little Pony’ comforter would be a turn-off for me. I had done in it on Pocahontas and The Little Mermaid, so odds were I’d pull through in the clinch.“I am not hurting you, am I?” I moaned.Said for emotional impact alone. If I was causing a girl pain, I would have stopped first.“No,” happy murmuring, “I’m wonderful.” The most powerful organ human’s possess is the brain. Oneida was a 'talker’. She wanted to express her feelings during intercourse; not give to directions, but as an effort to increase her participation in the sex act itself.Slow, steady strokes followed, withdrawing my glans half way along her labia, moved up and down slightly then gradually pushed back in. Every entry held something new for her. I added to the process by tilting her thigh and leg forward so that my next penetration tantalized a whole new series of trigger points in her vagina.On the next pass, Oneida began her own experimentations, twisting and adjusting the angle of her hips as I worked my rod in and out. Oneida began crying. I wasn’t upset and that didn’t make me a callous bastard. She was shedding tears of joy and regret; joy because her first climax was in the offing; regret because she wish she had done this with me sooner.She had been a Havenstone employee so we hadn’t done the deed. We still had to keep our liaison secret. Why? I’d think of something. The real reason was pure politics. I never knew what wacky dame hated another wacky dame for reasons I couldn’t even get into, but I knew it would curtail my dating opportunities.I’d pay the price of deception later. What I couldn’t take was being denied sex without having done anything wrong first.“Am I making you happy?” Oneida gasped. No flippancy here; romance was the key.“You demand things from me few other women do,” I replied breathlessly.I wasn’t going to lie to her. Prettying up the truth was good enough and it made her happy. I also got something new; to her, not to me. She orgasmed. Whatever she’d been satisfied with before, I obliterated in a few quick, decisive strokes. OH GOD did she go off! It has happened to me before; the door being kicked in; just not in mid-orgasm. Guns being pointed at yours truly while the girl was in mid-scream was new.And Oneida was still carrying on and on.“I was trying to tell you!” Odette was screaming. “He does that to us all the time…please don’t shoot him.” The whole 'girl screaming at me in Old Kingdom Hittite’ was also new. My mentor preferred Minoan.“I have come back from Death,” Oneida rasped. Her skin was flushed deep red from her exertion, she had bathed us both in sweat and she was coming up with any form of vocalization from Goddess-knows where she had screamed for so long. She looked at me with love in her eyes; damn it. She looked and looked and looked and…finally noticed the two women at the foot of the bed.“Is; some; thing; wrong?” Oneida panted while gazing at her two guardians with worry. There was someone pounding on my apartment door.“Neighbor; door; I’m on it,” Odette called out. Seconds later the deadbolts clicked and the door opened. “Hello, Mr. Finnes.”“You God-damn Whore!” he screamed. “Where is that homo and his butt-buddy? The cops are on their way and this time you are all in the street.” He had a good head of steam on tonight. Slayer of Testicles #1 looked at Slayer of Testicles #2, nodded and left. “Who is this bitch,” Finnes got out. It was so wrong that I recognized the next sound.It was the barrel of a gun being inserted into a person’s mouth.“Listen and listen carefully,” SoT#1 spoke softly. “You are going back to your hovel. If I get word, or even a bad premonition, that you are causing this apartment a hint of worry, I am going to come back and end you in a fashion the New York City’s Coroner’s Office will find memorable.”“I do not care if you have to puncture both eardrums to drown out the noise. I am not a compassionate person. In fact, I am considered sadistic by those who know me well. Now go back home, tell the police who show up this was all a mistake and give a prayer of thanks to whatever deity you grovel before that I didn’t simply ram my firearm up your anus and decorate the ceiling in what passes for brains in your pathetic bone-sack of a body,” she menaced.There was a choking/gagging noise then the sound of heaving.“Mr. Finnes…are you okay?” Odette worried. As a wonderful counter-point.“Have you given me your seed?” Oneida asked hopefully. I was still hard. It had only been ten minutes of sex after all. I gently rocked my penis deeper in. “Oh,” she happily babbled.“Again?” SoT#2 questioned. I made a few more penetration cycles instead of speaking. “Do they train you in some sort of Sex Academy for this? Are there more males out there like you?”“Is having a viewing gallery a real damper on the mood?” I asked her while looking into Oneida’s eyes. I was actually proud of Oneida for not sending the other woman away.It showed me she respected the woman’s job. I also heard the apartment door shut.“Wow, your threat was nice and spooky,” Odette snickered.“Threat? Child, what do you think I do for a living?” SoT#1 asked.“You are one of those wacko, psycho-chicks Cáel Nyilas works with,” Odette was undoubtedly smiling.“Correct, I am one of those wacko, psycho-chicks…” SoT#1 left that hanging out there.“You weren’t playing with Mr. Finnes, were you?” Odette grew quiet. Pause. “There is really a job which allows you to do that kind of stuff?” Pause. “Can I apply?”“This is not something you apply…” SoT#1 began, but then, “I guess if Cáel wants to…”“Cool,” Odette was truly irrepressible.“If he does that, there will definitely be consequences and repercussions,” SoT#1 cautioned.“Oh, I think I had better stick with being his fuck-buddy,” Odette conceded.“Wise choice,” SoT#1 agreed. My bedroom door shut. SoT#2 had slipped out.Do you often have sex with an audience?“ I teased Oneida."Yes,” she answered matter-of-factly, “I do. Don’t you?”“Now that you mention it…” and I got back to the pleasure that encompasses so much of my life.(Note: some events in Chapter 18 happen before the events of Sunday Night. For the sake of the tale this sequence worked better in my eyes)(Sunday Night)“Cáel,” a voice purred over my phone.“Hey Nicole,” I greeted my lawyer not-quite a hook-up anymore. Also, unless you are SURE you know the female caller, don’t take a gamble with the name.“So, do you have something going on tonight?” she queried.“Nope. My normal engagement had to cancel so I’m sitting back with some friends who do not appreciate the depth of my depravity,” I sighed.“Canceled?” She laughed. “On you? Have your recovered from the shock?”“Actually, they had a death in the family and had to go to South Carolina,” I explained.“Oh…sorry,” Nicole apologized. “Well, if you are feeling lonely and neglected, you could come by work and do me a favor.”“I am feeling neither lonely, nor neglected, but I am certainly missing you right now. Give me a half hour and I’ll be there,” I promised. She thanked me and hung up.“Who is it this time?” Odette snickered. Man, I was becoming so used to her hanging around.“Nicole the lawyer,” I replied. I trekked back to my bedroom to prep. I opted for the 'Bad Boy’ look; worn jeans, high-top tennis shoes (equally worn), my Plant Smashers t-shirt (Quebecois ska band; yes, I will road-trip to another country for sex) and my Bolingbrook bomber jacket.Yes, I was going to an Ivy League Law firm dressed like a carjacker. Every other male was going to be dressed in finely-tailored silk and I had to stand out. Since I couldn’t outspend them, I was going to make them look like effete pussies by dressing like I just didn’t care what anyone thought. I was coming over to fuck Nicole and there would be no doubt about it.“Isn’t that chick rich?” Timothy teased me.“Yeah. I’m packing the glow in the dark Trojans tonight; cause she’s special,” I grinned.“Oh! I love those,” Odette squealed. She really needed to trust me less. I walked over, cupped her ears with my hand then kissed her on the forehead.I did the same to Timothy. His look suggested that I had best make a hasty exit before he kicked my ass. I caught a taxi a block away. It turned out he was from Qatar and he asked if I was sure about the address I gave him. I grinned then told him I could outrun 95% of the NYPD so was feeling good about my chances.He snorted, countering with 'If you were an Arab, they’d shoot you.’ Not to be outdone, 'I’d claim to be a Syrian anti-government protester; you know, because we all look alike to these Caucasians’. We laughed for a bit then he said he had a younger sister back in the homeland. I insisted I was immoral; a wicked man.'Was I religious?’ 'Only when it suited my purposes.’ 'Would I consider converting to Sunni Islam?’ 'Only if the girl was cute enough.’ He showed me her picture; dammit, she had a really beautiful face. I got her name, his name and the name of his mosque. I considered it. Yahweh, Christ, Bacchus (wine, an orgy and 'bull’ testicles; long story) and Jehovah all had reasons to barbeque my butt already.Why not add Allah to the mix, besides it being an incredibly stupid thing to do for a man in constant mortal peril like me? In theory, three of the four definitely had the possibility to be the same Omniscient and Omnipotent Galactic Being so the odds were I wouldn’t get too much more screwed.I finished up my journey imagining Buffy in a burqa. That evolved into a vision of me being force-fed a burqa; in private; where no one could hear my muffled cries for help. Buffy; murdering me; made me horny. I am a sick puppy.“Buffy,” I called her as I paid the cabbie.“What; huh; are you okay, Cáel?” Buffy muttered.“Yes, I’m fine. I was dreaming of you and decided to give you a call,” I related in a sleepy voice.“Oh…” she sounded affectionate.“Yeah. In the dream you were murdering me. It was so romantic; so you,” I related.“Shit-for-brains, do you have any idea what time it is?” Buffy turned all savage in an instant.“Hmmm…11:45?” I offered up.“Call me this late again when it is not an emergency and your dream will become a reality,” she growled.“You know you sound so…” and she hung up on me. I called Nicole and warned her I was at her building, pursued by two FDIC investigators and could she please come and rescue me. She snickered, came down and retrieved me, but not before the NYPD stopped by for a casual conversation and I hadn’t even been standing there two minutes.In my neighborhood you were lucky if you saw a patrol car every thirty minutes and short of offering them some crack cocaine, cheap nookie, or shooting a gun off, they never stopped. Was I my normally fuck-wad self? No. I told the man/woman team the truth. Some upper crust weenies I worked with dragged me off to Yuppie Hell. I hooked up with a lawyer who I screwed repeatedly in the Women’s bathroom and she was calling me for round 2.Second question (the first one was name/ID/reason for being in this part of town dressed like I was)? Was she paying me? 'No’. Was I practicing safe sex (female cop; married even)? 'Yes’. Was she the red-head at the door behind me? 'Yes she was and goodnight.’“What are you dressed like that for?” Nicole smiled.In her mind she already knew the answer; I had come here to fuck her; raw and primal.“Ballroom dancing was not on the itinerary you gave me,” I smiled. We went inside.“My co-workers are still here,” she hinted seductively.“Whoa now!” I protested humorously. “I am not here to pull a train; girls only.”Nicole nearly fell over laughing. She was so embarrassed by me and my attire, she dragged me straight to the conference room 'her’ team was working out of. Everyone else was eating. Two of the lawyers were clearly the top dogs; a man and a woman. The woman had a vague resemblance to one of the portraits I’d seen coming in; a legacy.The man screamed 'serial killer’. It probably made him one hell of a lawyer, but spooky to live with, or work for. The other nine people in the room were in two groups. Two were obviously paralegals. They dressed in what must have started out as clean, starched clothing from off the rack as opposed to tailored.The other seven were lawyers in their own dual set-up. My amateur guess was two different branches of law. This group was dressed in fine clothes now wrinkled from a long day’s work, plus it was a Sunday. They were not at their best yet they were still better than most of what I had. The most endearing part was how they looked at me.Even the female contingent thought that I was trash. I had certainly given them the opportunity. Seriously, they should have paid more attention to Nicole, her intelligence, competence and tastes. Come on now; there was no way she’d bring some grease-monkey from Flatbush to her workplace. They needed to engage their brains and not their social bias.A murmur slithered through the crowd. Amusement and condescension were the clear messages shot my way. I imagine the poor soul who delivered the food got less crap because he/she was providing a tangible service.“Nicole, who is this?” the woman asked. Sex.Outside of her being a soulless cancer on the hopes and dreams of mankind, she was an alluring forty-something.“This is my friend Cáel…” Nicole began, both her arms wrapped around my right arm.“Cáel Belafonte,” I interrupted. You could tell who the trial lawyers in the room were. Their expressions told me they knew I was lying.“Fascinating Mr. Belafonte,” Mr. Serial-Killer droned on. “What do you do?”“I am an Ichthyologist,” I met his gaze. “I’m involved in a twenty year study to determine the cause for the reduction in the size of Tuna fish scales.” That had them stumped.“That sounds like yet another great waste of government funds,” a young male lawyer with more bravado than combat-sex experience fired off.“Oh,” I shrugged. “Smaller scales, smaller full-sized Tuna, a spike in tuna prices and an eventual world-wide restriction on Tuna fishing, similar to the one currently covering virtually all whale species. Now, I doubt you know which people will decide who the recipient of those lucrative Tuna contracts will be, but I do. By all means; mock what you don’t understand.”“Government research project results will be in the public domain,” a woman joined the struggle.“Yes; and?” I asked in a bland tone.“Your research will be available to all kinds of commercial concerns,” male asshat grinned.“Your ability to show that you are as smart as any pre-law student must make someone, somewhere very proud,” I grinned back.Confused looks. Nicole was struggling to keep it together.“He never said he was in any manner part of the government, or a government program, Mr. Cherrie,” the female lead barracuda gave me her own hungry look. The guy looked pissed.“Oh, Mr. Belafonte, are you a private researcher, or a government one?” she female junior lawyer asked. “Heather Pulaski,” she gave her name.“Call me Cáel, Heather, and I am in no way associated with any government, I barely know what an Ichthyologist is and I’m certainly not one. Rude, arrogant people annoy me when they treat my friends like they are stupid; especially when they should know better. I can rarely stop myself from ridiculing them,” I grinned.“And now you think you are better than everyone else in the room for tricking us with this juvenile prank,” the Serial Killer sounded bored.“No. The lives of strangers are not my concern,” I bantered back. “I did what I did to make Nicole smile. If my antics remind the rest of you what a hotshot lawyer she is so much the better.”“Mr. and Mrs. DeYoung, Cáel, Cáel Nyilas, is a joker. He’s is also brilliant and just joined Havenstone Commercial Investments in their Executive Services Division,” Nicole bragged. She got points for the 'Executive Services’ part. More smirks; some people never learn.“Havenstone doesn’t employ too many men, does it?” Mrs. DeYoung said.Maybe she was looking for a Discrimination lawsuit.“Five men to be precise and two of us are out of the country,” I enlightened her.“So you are brilliant,” Mr. DeYoung seemed barely engaged; and was Mrs. DeYoung’s Mr. DeYoung. “What are your insights on DNA ownership, Cáel?”“DNA ownership is a fallacy,” I stated. “People are not pigs, soybeans, or corn. You cannot create a financial liability for your offspring because that amounts to slavery and is forbidden by the 14th Amendment to the Constitution. DNA is a person; their blueprint. Only the person owns it and they can’t even sell it outright.”“That is hopelessly naive,” he snorted.“Not really. If you apply an accepted price tag to every human being on Earth, the anarchy will begin. Crimes like murder, torture and mutilation are based on the concept that human life has an unspecified value. Give something a value and you can trade in it.”“Murder somebody? How much was their DNA worth?” I postulated. “I pay the cost, or somebody pays it for me. You are calling me naïve? I’m not murdering somebody. I’m repossessing their DNA. Mr. DeYoung, I’m not a lawyer, so I am not approaching this from a limited field of vision like you are. I live in the World.”“Oddly enough, I’ve had some recent encounters with real slavery and that has convinced me that I’ll go down standing up, thank you very much,” I grinned. “In case that was misconstrued; my DNA is mine, no legal precedent will change that and I’m more than willing to put bodies in the ground to keep it so.”“You sound like an anarchist,” Mr. Cherrie chimed in.“Nope. I’m independent-minded. There is a difference,” I indicated. “Just like you, anarchists don’t want to let me be me either.”“Laws exist for a reason,” Nicole chastised me.What she was really saying was 'you are here for a reason and it isn’t entertaining my co-workers’.“This is the point where the smart man goes 'yes ma'am, they do’,” I nodded to her.“Your young man is not stupid,” Mrs. DeYoung chuckled.“This young man knows what happens if he behaves,” Nicole bowed to her superior; her boss, not me.“Oh goodie,” I rubbed my hands together. “Are we about to do some file-sharing?”“Something like that,” Nicole laughed and off we went.All I could imagine was that Nicole had to be God’s Own lawyer at this firm to get away with the crap we’d just pulled. Honestly, I had other things on my mind. We coasted into her office, with her name etched on the glass door…with the glass walls and floor to ceiling glass windows. Just because, I picked up a water-smoothed stone on her desk; glass houses and all.“That is from the Canadian Shield; some of the oldest rocks on Earth,” she told me.“You are also going to have one of the most painful hard substance on Earth in your office if we don’t do something soon,” I teased.“Where do you want to start?” she leaned against her desk.Her office was small, but it was her own. Considering her age, it was another 'she rocks’ indicator.“Your lips,” I murmured. Nicole liked that. She pushed off the desk enough so our lips could lock. It was very nice.“The other lips,” I teased her. She liked that idea even more. Her black, mid-thigh skirt came up, I knelt and decided her scarlet thong was more than skimpy enough for me to work around. I let my hands run along her calves. Nicole hummed out her acclaim and was even happier when I began lifting both legs up.Before long, she was laying on her back, her legs were raised high and spread wide. Nice and easy was replaced by rapidly energetic and fiendishly cunning. Nicole was fighting back the tidal surge of her ecstasy.“What are you holding back for?” I slurped around my tongue-lashing.We weren’t in a bathroom stall this time. Nicole tilted her head up, gave me a simmer glance then embraced her orgasm.“Damn!” she screamed followed by a dozen slightly less vocal 'damns’. I gave her just enough time for me to shed my pants, roll down a prophylactic then I mounted her.Had there been any doubt of our forceful ardor, my heroic efforts and Nicole’s dynamism shattered them. Half of the lawyers I’d briefly met stopped by and peeked through the glass. I didn’t care and Nicole reveled in 'bending the minds’ of the onlookers. After a while, her office was not enough. That sofa in the executive reception area?I bent her over the art deco beast and pummeled her, and it, half way across the room. The bathroom? To be gender-equal, we screwed around in the Men’s room this time. Nicole and I revisited her erotic fantasy of being bent over in the toilet, ass fucked then completing the act with dispensing of the condom and a glorious blowjob.Our last encounter involved a men’s standing urinal, Nicole’s legs wrapped around my waist as I gyrated against her.“Oh my God!” she yelped. “I’ve got it. Put me down.” I put her down because the reason I was here was to crack the mental block she had found herself in.Me? I’d come for the sex and Nicole delivered in spades. She had upheld her side of our bargain. Now that I’d reciprocated, it was time for 'hook-up’ Nicole to become 'lawyer’ Nicole. She made herself somewhat presentable and quick-stepped in back to the conference room. I secured my cock and pants before following.Nicole was babbling in an eldritch dark-tongue similar to Lady Sauron relaying doom to her pack of Nazgûl. They responded with various other arcane invocations until their agreement confirmed that millions of voices had cried out in terror then been suddenly silenced. In my universe, female devotees of Evil were all black leather-clad gorgeous sex kittens who used their dark arts to increase galactic lecherousness.“Time to show you out,” Nicole gave me a sultry smirk. “Come on.” Arm in arm, we traveled closely to the elevators.“Hold the door,” a female voice commanded right as the doors began to shut on the two of us. Nicole put a hand out to keep us from a few more second of alone time.A Caucasian women with short brown hair and a fierce scowl entered first. An imperious damsel came in next. My heart stopped in shock while I barely registered on her radar. A dusky man, nearly my height came in last of all. The doors shut and down we went. I was spending too much time watching the woman and her two bodyguards as we all headed to the door and not enough with Nicole.“Don’t even think about it, Cáel,” Nicole teased. “That’s Ms. Brianna O'Shea, she leads our client’s team and she’s totally off limits.”O'Shea pulled a 'Katrina’ the moment after Nicole used my name. She spun in place so that she was now facing Nicole and me.“What was your name?” she asked with sugary smoothness I associated with Bolivian tourism officials; the nice ones. You know, the ones that thought using a truck battery attached to the jumper cables and your testicles was too much because a car battery would do.“Percival Fenris, ma'am,” I introduced myself. “I’m a product engineer for Cyberdyne Systems. My team is creating a process that uses constantly recycling colored sugar dust as a medium that will replace current LCD technology. We are calling it Pixie TV.” Nicole was giggling. I was feeling less giggly, mainly because I was staring at my Mother.Not my Mother-mother; the woman who gave birth to me and who had been eaten alive by cancer. No, this was my Mother the way she looked when she was twenty-five and in excellent health.“Ms. O'Shea, this is Cáel Nyilas. He is a good friend of mine,” Nicole cut through my obfuscation.O'Shea took several steps toward us, away from the exit. Her guardians kept up and were ratcheting up their vigilance.“Interesting eyes,” she noted. “What is your heritage?” Rude and scary. Even Nicole knew something was incredibly wrong.“Cáel, you two have the same eyes,” Nicole mumbled.“I was thinking the same thing, Ms. Lawless,” Brianna said. Huh?“You are a lawyer named Lawless?” I gawked at Nicole. “How did that happen?” Why had that not registered when I went to Nicole’s office? Oh yeah, her leading me in, eyes pleading for sex.“That is not relevant, Mr. Nyilas,” O'Shea kept coming.“What do you mean 'not relevant’? Are you saying you’d hire a male escort named Quick-fire Small-Penis?” I wondered. “If so, you are a more trusting soul than I.”“Why are you avoiding my question?” Brianna queried.“Why are you asking questions I clearly don’t want to answer?” I retorted.“Cáel, please don’t antagonize my client’s representative,” Nicole was playful yet concerned.“No problem Nicole Lawless, Attorney at Law,” I grinned to her. I gave her a secretive butt squeeze then made to leave. Miraculously, Brianna let me slip by. The deceptiveness of that kindness was revealed when I stepped outside and found the limo…with another bodyguard standing beside the front passenger door.O'Shea/Mom’s double was hot on my heels. As I turned and headed up the street, she grabbed my right arm.“Why don’t we go out for a late bite to eat,” she stated. I wasn’t being invited. I was being told.“No can do,” I shrugged off her hand. “I promised my Father to leave a recognizable corpse.”“What makes you think I have sinister intentions?” she questioned. There was a lot of that going around; not answering stuff, that is.“Why do you assume you aren’t giving off the same bad vibe as a half-dozen 18th Street gangbangers on a Meth binge?” I teased. Brianna made a hand signal and the three bruisers put their hands on their guns. The closest to me moved around me to block off that escape route.To be correct, the guy at the car door was African-American, around my height with maybe 10 kg on me. The two guarding O'Shea were a guy of Moorish decent and a woman of the English Midlands. I knew this because I was afraid and making shit up.“Was I supposed to be impressed with the quiet appeal of desperation you exhibited by playing patty-cake with yourself,” I kept smiling.“Or are these three supposed to scare me?” I chuckled. “Here…in downtown Manhattan; one of the few places on the planet Earth trying to rival London in video surveillance.”“Video evidence can be altered,” Brianna gave me a wicked gleam.“Was that supposed to be your Evil Henchwoman voice?” I kept snickering.“If so, get a refund from that mail-order firm you took lessons from,” I grinned.“You appear to be rather fearless, and obstinate,” O'Shea nodded. “Foolishly so.”“Lady, I’m staring into the face of my dead Mother who is trying to get me into a limo with three goombahs who think they are intimidating. They are not,” I pointed out.“This whole weekend has been a disaster, so me beating the crap out of those three, you and the driver isn’t going to change a damn thing,” I enlightened them. The Moorish guy extended a collapsible cane.“You seem very confident,” she informed me.“Of course I am,” I stated. “You haven’t spotted my bodyguard yet, meaning all of you are truly screwed.”“Why would you have a bodyguard?” she inquired.“Why would you want to know?” I countered.“Do you practice being irritating, or is an innate talent?” Brianna regarded me.“We can do this 'answering a question with a question’ thing all night long, except I have to be at work at six a.m. so how about you tell me what you really want to know and tell me why you look like; screw that; are my MOTHER’s clone,” I sighed.“Tell me about your genetic heritage,” O'Shea demanded. She was that kind of authoritative prick; actual penis not required.“I apologize. I don’t seem to have a handle your native vocabulary and your English-as-a-Second Language skills suck,” I sneered. “I should go home now.”Moorish guy blocked my egress. English chick was on my right flank, back to the limo and the street. The most pressing issue was a matter of privilege; O'Shea’s people thought they’d get away with breaking the law. The moment the Moor popped out is baton, it was 'on’. A baton is a weapon plus O'Shea and her bodyguard were blocking my
Patching things up with Yasmin & Nikita plus complications.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.-Strength is equal parts Body and the Mind, but true strength comes from a relentless Spirit.-(Late Saturday Morning)“Why is she here?” Yasmin asked me, giving a nod toward Buffy. Buffy was a good ten meters away, technically fulfilling her duty as my bodyguard. Yasmin had agreed to meet me at a park.“Her name is Buffy Dubois and she’s my bodyguard for the weekend,” I explained. “At least I’m back at my apartment.”“What happens with her if you don’t go back to work Monday?” Yasmin inquired. “Does your ‘bodyguard’ kill you?”“Nah, not Buffy,” I gave a lop-sided grin. “My co-workers believe in overkill. I bet they’ll send at least three to make it nice, swift and quiet.”“Why do you joke about this?” Yasmin studied me.“As opposed to what?” I chuckled. “Lashing out is futile. Running isn’t much better. I chose to fight when I must, love when I can and laugh when I should be crying.”“Do you think they will come after me?” she murmured.What Yasmin really wanted to know was if her 3-year old son was in danger. From everything I’d learned and seen about Yasmin, she was tough as nails. I had given this some serious thought. I couldn’t read Katrina’s, or Hayden’s minds, so I had to go on my limited experience. Yasmin had seen and heard a great deal yet Elsa let her walk away, and that had definitely been Elsa’s doing.Elsa was the worst kind of racial Supremacist - the benevolent one. She didn’t base her status on some pseudo-scientific mumbo-jumbo. She based it on the feats of her ancestors, the training she had endured and the devotion she and her sisters dedicated to their craft - violence. She was better than the rest of humanity because she could kill us if she desired and take what she wanted.We had what we had, even our lives, because she allowed it and she had no orders to the contrary. That was her generosity - her benevolent act.“Might,” I sighed. “If I fuck up my balancing act, they might use you to hurt me, or as an object lesson.” Yasmin’s face clouded with anger.“Why did you invite me over if you thought things would develop this way?” Yasmin glared.“Not being insane, I cannot fathom the minds of the insane,” I reasoned. “As soon as I find a way around one challenge, they throw up something new. I certainly didn’t know there was a 'members only’ facility along with a gym for the rest of us peons.” She looked down at her hands.“They really are some kind of crazy cult,” she muttered. She sighed. “You can’t get out and now they know I exist…this is screwed up. What are we going to do?” She could be referring to herself and her son, or herself and me.“I’ve got some money,” I said. “A few thousand. I can get you plane tickets and you two can take off somewhere safer than here.”“You are a real man,” Yasmin slowly smiled. What? Sensing my confusion. “You take responsibility for your actions, protect the weak and those in need, and you are brave in the face of pain and adversity. Where I come from, that is the definition of a man.”“Funny - where I come from that is the definition of bad Hollywood scriptwriting,” I grinned.“Ha,” she laughed. She’d decided to stick around and fuck me despite the specter of eminent death. She was not callous to the fate of her child. Far from it. The only ally she had in this fight was me. She’d beat the fuck out of her husband with a bullet in her shoulder. When surrounded by hostile Amazons she still struggled to get to my side.“What about your Jason Statham?” she prodded.“He’s English. Besides, I prefer Chiaki Kuriyama,” I eyebrow pumped. “There is something about a chick with cast-iron balls.”“Who?” Yasmin searched her memories.“Gogo Yubari from Kill Bill Volume 1,” I informed her. Yasmin thought that over.“That girl was clearly insane!” she thumped my chest.“Believe me, female mental health issues have never stopped me in the past,” I shrugged.“I’m beginning to think you have low standards,” Yasmin smirked.“That implies you think more of me than most women who actually know me,” I snorted.“Let’s go get something to eat. There is a place that serves authentic Acarajé and Vatapá close by,” Yasmin stood and took my hand. I went with her.“So, what are those things you mentioned?” I asked.“You’ll have to wait and find out. I owe you a few dozen surprises after what you’ve put me through,” she teased. After a few seconds, I started laughing. Yasmin was confused.“As bad as it is going to be for me, think how rough it is going to be on Buffy,” I chuckled. “As far as I know, she doesn’t even speak Portuguese, much less traveled to Brazil.”The restaurant taught me a few things. Yasmin was a regular, the men knew her and were afraid of her. A little bit of eye-ball psychology taught me that Yasmin was apparently a one woman domestic abuse arbitrator. Translation: if you were a man who hit your wife, or girlfriend, she pointed you to the closest Emergency Room after she was done with you.In Brazil, men could use the 'machismo’ defense; basically, the bitch had it coming because she threatened my manhood. In Yasmin’s New York City, machismo worked a 'little’ differently. Essentially, there wasn’t a 'straight’ Brazilian man alive who would admit that Yasmin, a woman, had beat the ever-living Hell out of them.The Brazilian ladies who stopped by introduced me to another quaint Yasmin term. It was called 'parroting’. Parroting was what happened when some butthole became a real, repeat problem. Yasmin dragged them to the roof of whatever building she found the dumbass in and threw him off - technically aiming for the closest dumpster. The men often flapped and squawked like parrots as the plummeted down, thus the term.Women were stopping by because I appeared to be an aberration - a man on a date with Yasmin. Best of all, 80% of the conversation in a language I didn’t know. The first serious question thus caught me out of the blue.“Do you date many women?” one sultry number purred.“I’m not sure I would say 'many’,” responded after some feigned concentration. “I only date women from Manhattan…and the Tri-State Area…pretty much the East Coast…and the Ohio Valley and the Mississippi Valley. I should include the Deep South…okay, maybe every women this side of the Rockies…and the West Coast…Hawaii and Alaska would be a change of pace as well.”“I’ve met some nice Asian girls,” I continued to muse, “and South America is looking real promising at the moment. At this point,” I looked over the small clique of women hanging about, “ignoring Africa, Europe, India and the Middle East would be short-sighted.”“Do you fuck as good as you exaggerate, (along with some pet name I didn’t know)?” the waitress asked. I could so do her.“No,” I sighed. “I’m a virgin boy fresh out of Catholic School and have never known the intimate touch of a woman.” For a second, they all wanted to believe that.Guys aren’t the only ones who want to 'break in’ a virgin, believe me. I’ve used the 'I’m a nervous virgin uncertain if I want to attempt sex’ mystique more than once. It is a win-win. Sexually under-confident women know they won’t be judged against any other women and when the sex becomes stellar, they think they are great teachers so they become more willing to experiment.After all, if they get it wrong, I - the young virgin - won’t know the difference. Now, it is not that I always lie. It is just that the truth doesn’t normally get me what I want. As an example, if a girl is terrible at giving a blowjob - don’t tell her that. Tell her she’s doing fine, but maybe this (a technique you know works) might feel different (i.e. better/less painful).Sure, I lied to her. Instead of making her upset and not want to continue in the art of fellatio, she learned a valuable lesson and will not only make me happy, she’ll make happy every other man she is with later. Others can keep their slavish devotion to honesty. I’d rather dispense happiness. Besides, I’ll give them other reasons to be pissed with me soon enough.“Hardly,” Yasmin laughed. “I imagine the closest you’ve come to religion is thanking God when you’ve discovered your date had a horny sister and was willing to share.”“Wow…break room talk much,” I had the decency to appear embarrassed.“Why yes,” Yasmin smirked. “Ms. Reichmann was very expressive in her recounting of your bedroom antics with her and her sister after the sister’s date passed out.”“To be fair, I hadn’t had sex all day and I was kind of wound up,” I offered up.“Do you like toying with women’s affections?” my original questioner asked.“Wha - wait,” I frowned. “You think I’m going out with Yasmin because I want to have sex with her?” Of course I was. “She’s interesting and we both practice Brazilian jujutsu.”“Why would I hunt down a studio when I found a perfectly good practitioner on the job? Plus, my work place had the sparring mats,” I explained. Remember, when lying, tell a lie your audience wants to believe. Yasmin was a feminine titan, standing alone (with her son) against a hostile male world. The women around me counted on that. Dating a hot, physically fit hunk for the purpose of sexual gratification was totally realistic.Dating me because I knew her martial arts style was far less believable, but made them happier, so they went with option B - the workout buddy.“The truth must be like gold to you,” Yasmin snickered. “It is so valuable, you hardly ever use it.” She looked at her buddies. “I have wrestled him to the mat and he was VERY interested.”“Yasmin, that wasn’t me hard. When aroused, I’m much bigger,” I pleaded.“Liar,” she smacked me in the bicep. “I need to take care of something. Don’t run off with him,” she told the girls - in English - for my benefit.Yasmin left our small table and headed for Buffy who was leaning against the wall right inside the doorway. I couldn’t overhear what they were saying. Buffy smiled, nodded and took a table.A minute later, Yasmin had ordered food for Buffy then came back my way.“Is that your girlfriend?” my waitress asked. Why she wasn’t working wasn’t clear to me.“No, she’s his bodyguard,” Yasmin interrupted.“Yes, she is,” I countered half a second later. I looked at Yasmin.“You know that woman who beat me into the ground?” I met Yasmin’s gaze. She nodded. “Well, she was giving Buffy crap for all kinds of reason; only peripherally for befriending me. I didn’t have sex with her to get back at that lady. I did it because she needed me and I needed her. After this, we can’t engage in intercourse for…71 days. It’s complicated.”“Sex with you is some sort of gift?” another one taunted.“Absolutely,” I grinned. “Ask every other woman I’ve been with. Hell, they love me so much, when we break up they normally take some sort of weapon to me, books being the most popular, but I’ve been shot at, stabbed, punched, slapped and wracked too.”There was a moment of silence. Yasmin had her own war story that was well known.“I’ve seen him naked,” Yasmin’s smile cut through the tension. “He has the scars to prove it.”“You peeked when we were changing?” I gasped. I wasn’t really all that surprised.“Yes,” she snickered. “They only have Women’s changing rooms where Cáel works,” she related to the other ladies. The conversation may have flipped back to Portuguese yet the words were definitely descriptive. Either that, or my penis had slipped passed my zipper and the buttons on my shirt had burst off exposing my broad chest and rock hard abs.Yasmin looked at me and said, “É o meu P.A.” The girls all laughed.“Anyone going to clue me in on the joke?” I requested. By mutual consensus, they agreed not to - bitches. For a while, this man had been yelling from the kitchen. If finally dawned on me, and our waitress, the cook had been calling her to pick up her orders.I could have ignored her short denim skirt and seductive sway of the hips, but that would have been disingenuous. Besides, in some cultures, if your 'man’ wasn’t noticing the women around you, he was somewhat less of a man. I unleashed my inner 'machismo’ and oinked. Yasmin shoved me while laughing. The other women found my being distracted amusing as well.I could really get used to Brazilian culture especially when that included Brazilian women. After lunch, we picked up Buffy on the way out. Buffy 'thanked’ Yasmin - in Portuguese. Mother-fucker. That was so unfair. Never one to miss an opportunity to make a bad situation better - or worse, I asked Buffy what 'É o meu P.A.’ meant.Buffy said something to Yasmin in Portuguese. Yasmin responded. They both laughed - bitches.“It is a term of endearment,” Buffy assured me. Sure it was. That is why neither one would tell me what it meant - I repeat yet again; bitches.[FYI: 'É o meu P.A.’ (P.A. stands for Pinto Amigo) literally means 'my friend Penis (or) my penis friend’. In Brazilian Portuguese slang (many thanks to a buddy from Portugal who saved me from a grievous linguistic error) this is a term of sexual endearment indicating trust and a sexual history, but don’t tell Cáel that.]Yasmin and I walked a ways before she had to head in a different direction. We kissed. I kept my hands firmly on her hips like a good boy. She put her hand down my pants and stroked my cock for about a minute, in public.“Next time, I think we have sex,” Yasmin winked before departing. I watched her walk away until she vanished in the crowd. She didn’t look back. She was far too confident.“Well, she seems nice,” Buffy caught me off-guard. She’d snuck up while I was watching Yasmin and she was still being so horribly friendly to me. Best of all, she assured me she’d be back to her normally aggressive self-come Monday morning - right about the time I finally got used to her being nice to me.“Yeah…she is,” I sighed.“What’s wrong?” Buffy inquired compassionately.“What do you mean?” I stared evenly at Buffy. “Hanging out with me could get her killed, that’s what’s wrong.”“That’s not likely to happen,” Buffy to reassure me. I shook my head.“I’d ask you if you were nuts, but I know you are nuts,” I grunted. “Elsa wouldn’t kill you yet she’d kill Yasmin and her son without batting an eye if she felt a severe lesson was in order. Buffy, you work for animals. We both do. The difference being that you are one.”“I don’t think you appreciate how popular you are with the company,” Buffy insisted. “You’ve worked really hard to impress them and they value your efforts.” I screamed to the Heavens. Elsewhere, I would have drawn some serious looks. In NYC, I barely drew any notice.“Yeah - great. Remind me to clap like a pet seal Monday morning. Buffy, you, Katrina and a few others are grinning, thinking you’ve made great strides on this New Directive and the crime for a security guard shooting me as I walk in the office every day is the same - a transfer to someplace less pleasant. Correct me if I’m wrong,” I laid into her.“The difference is that they don’t want to shoot you,” Buffy countered.“Wow, if you put 'you-Buffy’ in place of 'you-Cáel’ you will realize how inconsequential that is,” I informed her. “I’m a human being - unless I’m in Havenstone. Inside, my well-being is based solely on your sufferance - just like a test monkey.”“If you really empathized, you would realize the only other people that walk around think 'gosh, I shouldn’t murder that person today’ are serial killers. Yet you expect me to be thankful for tap dancing faster than you shoot at my feet. You have this happy dream that I’ve accomplished anything,” I shook my head.“In 71 days one of you is going to kill me - that is the reality I’m staring down,” I gazed at her.“Why do you think we’ll turn on you then?” Buffy actually appeared upset.“Havenstone has been letting me play with this '84 Day’ fiction because it amuses all of you,” I took a deep breath. “Whatever I can do in the last 71 days of my life probably won’t matter.”“You’ve made a difference with Aya and Oneida,” Buffy rallied.“Great, I saved the life of someone who would stab me in the heart if I slapped her,” I countered. “As for Aya…I dread to think what she will go through when she figures out you’ve put me down like a rabid dog. I help her because I have to try, because the rest of you have written her off.”We walked the rest of the way to the apartment in silence.“Katrina is not going to like the results of our little chat,” Buffy mumbled. I laughed.“Buffy, she knows. When the time comes she’s sending Elsa to take me alive. I don’t know how I’m going to beat her. It is one of the thousand, or so, things I’m working on,” I chuckled.“I know Katrina better than you do,” Buffy rolled her eyes. “I think you under-estimate her affection for you.”“I don’t doubt her affection for me,” I told Buffy. “I simply deem it to be valueless. Listen, it took me ten seconds to figure out what Aya needed at the Archery range.”“Not a God-damn person who knew her their entire lives would have ever done what I did,” I continued. “It wasn’t that they didn’t understand what needed to be done - show a little faith in her. It was that none of them would have ever had the humanity to do it. Katrina could think the Sun rises and sets on me. It doesn’t change a damn thing that happens in 71days.”I neglected to say that Katrina murdered/dueled her own grandmother to bring Desiree into the Epona fold. That was the head of her household. I wasn’t an Amazon, or even a woman. Buffy was making shit up to keep the insanity of her life at bay. Oh, she’d kill me if Katrina gave the order. She’d hate herself for it. That wouldn’t do me a damn bit of good though.(Saturday Afternoon and then some)Our conversation died for two reasons as I led the way into my apartment. First off, it was Havenstone business and neither one of us was foolish enough to talk about it in front of Timothy and Odette. The other reason would have been Brooke and Libra sitting on Timothy’s sofa. Those two stood up as we entered.“Hi…” I got to say.“We just came around to tell you that you are an…” Libra spat but then, “Which one is this?”“You could have called first,” I snapped back. I reached for my phone…which wasn’t there. Odette sheepishly lifted my phone up from her side. I imagine that bitch had been ringing off the hook since my departure.There was a major bitch-fest coming down the pipeline. I wasn’t going to let that happen. There is an advantage to people having a low opinion of you. It gives you the unspoken permission to act like a crass asshole whenever you feel like it.“This lady is Buffy Dubois and she’s my bodyguard for the weekend,” I tried to sound bored.“Listen, the restaurant we went to was long on sizzling hot food and short on ceiling fans, so I’m going to take a shower,” I callously stated. “Brooke, want to join me?” No, Brooke didn’t want to join me. She wanted to rip my hair out in large, painful clumps. She was the Princess and I was the bottom feeder with dirt under my fingernails (huge salary be damned).“No, I don’t want to shower with you, you Jerk!” Brooke snarled. Sadly, now I was making poor use of my loyal Odette. Such is life. “We only stayed long enough to give you a piece of our minds.”“I’ll come with you!” Odette peeped. She had been on the floor, back to the small space of wall between the workout alcove and the door to my bedroom.Timothy was leaning on the portion of the living room wall next to the short hall that led to the bathroom and his bedroom. He seemed more and more amused as the encountered unfolded.“No,” Brooke squalled. “I’m not done with him yet.” She followed me to the bathroom. Now normally, I would get a towel from the bathroom, go to my bedroom to strip down then return to the bathroom for a shower, or soak in the tub.This time I went straight to the bathroom. Brooke had built up a good head of steam, I slammed the door shut the second she came in. She was about to unload some truly spectacular vitriol on me. That wasn’t the game plan. I shoved Brooke into the door and pressed my lips against hers, conveying my deep desire for her and dowsing her rage.“No, you don’t…” she got out. Game plan.“God Brooke, I’ve been worried sick about you. Have you been holding up okay?” I turned on the concern. This is what she wanted to hear. I wasn’t indifferent to her emotional state. In fact, I was so wrapped up in her Brooke’s turmoil I was nearly paralyzed into inactivity.These are the words that Brooke wanted. What mattered to Brooke most was Brooke, followed up by how much Brooke mattered to other people.“I - ah,” she mumbled before we kissed once more. This time she was hungry and passionate. She had reaffirmed that I was in her 'corner’.Now she could get down to the real reason she’d shown up to a place where some middle class guy who didn’t return her phone calls lived - sex.“Work's been a mess since Trent jumped ship and took that promotion,” I grumbled, still focused on giving Brooke oral stimulation. “The important thing is how have you been recovering? How have you been coming along?”Seduction is multi-layered. Know your partner; not just their erogenous zones, but their likes, dislikes, mindset and goals. Thus I used words like 'Trent jumped ship’ and 'promotion’ to fixate Brooke’s anger on Trent, not me. He deserved it. Also, I used 'recovering’ and 'coming along’ to insinuate that Brooke - strong Brooke - was getting through this trauma all on her own, so now she could let me help her and not be in a weak, desperate position.All that led up to Brooke justifying to herself that she could let me ravish her in the shower without her looking like some insecure, post-breakup slut. The first words that came to mind were 'Pound Puppy’ though 'Pound Kitty’ was more apropos. I was nice, tender, gentle and loving as I drew her into the tub with the shower on.She cuddled against my chest, got off a few tears - mainly for my benefit to express how much she still needed comforting. Then I began tearing her up. I went VOA this time out - vagina, oral, anal - and she had no doubt that I was FUCKING her, capital 'F’. She was no Chalmers’ girl, but she certainly spared no expense on the screams, howls and caterwauls as I ripped piece after sensual piece off of her; body and soul. Thankfully I keep six condoms beneath the shampoo dispenser.It is indicative of the state of disrepair of our apartment building that the water heater didn’t exhaust the water supply and turn cold - it turned lukewarm. More screwing for Brooke and me. When she finally came crashing down from her trash pile of depression, self-doubt and rage over a world that had suddenly stopped making sense, I cut off the water, held her tight, and exited us from the tub.Both being players, Timothy and I had stocked up on nice, plush terry-cloth towels. Nothing builds up a mood for a repeat performance like drying off in a really comfy towel, or kills it faster than being wrapped up in some rag. I partially dried off Brooke because she was still craving close, romantic contact.Again, the most important person in the room was Brooke, and by attending to her, I was reinforcing that. I even stopped what I was doing to watch her put her underwear, socks then pants back on. She loved it. Then Brooke began looking around the small space for her bra. I had been hiding it behind my back. I revealed it, avoided having her swipe it back then used one finger to beckon her forward.Her resistance was enough to assert her independence, but not enough to dampen the sensuous course of events. She stepped forward, I tapped my lips indicating she had to kiss me to get back her undergarment. Brooke faux-resisted then kissed me. Then she French kissed me. I gave her bra back, still she pushed her body against mine, kissing away.She gave up the oral gratification when she wanted to give it up. She was the one in command, she asserted that by giving me what I wanted, so I was okay with things. She kept radiating her confidence as I kept very still, looking her over as she finished putting on her clothes. I cannot stress this enough: give the girl what she wants.There was absolutely no difference between lashing Rhada, instructing Odette in sensuality, finger fucking Elsa, upping my game to the highest levels with Buffy and going at Brooke in a romantic-aggressive style. Oh yeah, it is rarely productive to actually ask a girl what she wants. Most of the time they want to please you, so they’ll lie.Lie better than they do and read what their body likes. Go from there. That was another gift from my mentor. When she was teaching me ancient love poetry, literature and culture, she was doing more than that. She was teaching me how to read women, get inside their minds and make them happy with things they may not even acknowledged they liked. God, I miss her.We/she decided that graduation was the end of the road for our romantic journey. She’d find another young man in need and start over. I would go out in the world and spread the passion and love, my fidelity failings be damned. Libra wasn’t far from being a happy camper when Brooke and I came back out of the bathroom, one arm around Brooke’s waist, the other holding my clothes and me in a towel.“Woot!” Odette, sitting on the floor once more, fist-pumped. “You knocked it right out of the ballpark.” Brooke glared. Libra scowled. Odette basked in the knowledge that she was on the 'inside’ of my little world now. She didn’t have to play games. If she wanted to hang out, or have sex, she could come on over and I’d do my best to accommodate her.Odette had gone from hook-up, to fuck-buddy, to friend. She was still a girl around me with all the resulting pitfalls. That wasn’t going to go away. What she had decided was that she was getting to hang out with cool, adult people. Dating in high school had never been difficult yet in the transition to adulthood, she’d be caught in a state of limbo.One night she met this young, dark stranger and she’d decided to take a chance. Now she had a big, musclebound gay sofa-buddy who was a relatively famous tattoo artist, a woman bed companion who apparently kicked ass for a secret society of some kind (Odette wasn’t stupid) and that gorgeous, dark stranger to make love to her, to cuddle with and to wake up next to.I’d even kissed her before I raced off to work. I never kicked her out once I was 'finished’ with her. We hung out, watched movies and talked about adult stuff. Timothy had offered to take her to a gay club - even a gay strip club. She couldn’t wait. Odette wanted the three of us - she liked the idea of being a trio - going clubbing.Sure, she’d be sponging off me, but Timothy said I wouldn’t mind. Timothy even insisted that we both really liked her. He also told Odette that 'with all the wacky bitches in his life, he needs you’. Before this, Odette had always thought of one boy-one girl. After a few days with me, monogamy flew out the window and she honestly couldn’t recall why she’d been so hung up on it.I gave Brooke another steamy kiss, before heading to my bedroom. I bent over Odette, stroked her cheek as she looked up and smiled at me, and met her lips in a tender, caring moment. Yes, she knew she was special to me. Libra was ready to bifurcate me - verbally. Blood is so difficult to get out of clothes.Why was I going to get away with this? I banged the Trent out of Brooke - again. She could assume I was either ignoring her - Heaven forbid - or I was working up to her - a far more appealing illusion. I nearly closed my door. I wanted to hear what was going on.“Let’s go,” Libra groused.“Why don’t we see if he wants to go out to eat?” Brooke suggested, ignoring Buffy, Odette and Timothy.“We had Brazilian for lunch,” Buffy calmly informed them. It was mid-afternoon.“Oh, how was Yasmin?” Odette inquired in a friendly manner.“Are you his social director?” Libra sneered.“Oh no,” Odette chattered back. “Cáel Nyilas and I are buddies. We have a lot of sex, but mainly I hang around for the meals and company.”“Is he fucking you too?” Libra snapped.“Yes,” Buffy sighed happily. “Yes he is. It is only for this weekend. After that, I have to wait for the end of his internship.”“Damn,” Libra seethed, “Is he fucking you as well?”“No,” Timothy said regretfully. “Cáel isn’t even bi-curious, despite my dreams and fantasies.”“I guess that’s something,” Libra grumbled. Right then I stepped out, looking all male-scrumptious. For guys, imagine a D-Cup tanned blonde, in a midriff exposing damp, white t-shirt, no bra, and red bikini bottoms. This is pretty much how most women demean me in their libido clouded minds. I’ve never actually felt demeaned by this.I mean, if the opposite sex finds me sexy, do I really care if that’s going to be the limit of them getting to know me? I think not. By the way, for all you curvaceous blondes out there who gripe and groan about men only seeing you as sex objects - really? That bothers you? Do this - tease them the say 'now sit there and listen to what I have to say, or no nookie for you’.Talk away. Will they understand you? No, but then very few of us understand Stephen Hawking either. Consider yourself in a select group that includes the smartest human on the planet. That guy/girl on their knees before you pleading for intimate contact? They will agree with you in a heartbeat. Congrats - you are a genius.I also don’t mind. If women stopped wanting sex, I doubt my life would not be worth living. Less I be allowed to savor a victory, there was a knock at the door. I headed that way.“Oh yeah - Cáel,” Timothy called out. “Nikita called and said she was going to stop by.” And here I was with two sexually dressed (it was hard for Libra and Brooke to not look sexy) hotties, plus Odette and a Havenstone Stormtrooper in my crib.Had I whispered for Odette to go hide in Timothy’s room, she would have hopped to it. Had I fell on my knees, begged, pleaded and was shown to be speaking the Words of God, Libra and Brooke wouldn’t have moved an inch. Fortunately (?) this happens to me a great deal.“Hey Nikita,” I gave her a sleepy smile. I started to usher in my policewoman/somewhat-girlfriend.Yes, I was acting like nothing was going on, much less like I’d done something wrong. I was aided in this by the fact that the sex had all been shower-based, thus not odiferous. This wasn’t a great plan, or even a good plan. It was a weak plan, in fact - rather desperate and last ditch.“Hi,” Nikita scanned the room.“Who is this bimbo?” Libra insulted both Nikita and me.“New York City Policewoman Nikita Kutuzov,” Niki snapped back. “Who the fuck are you?”“That’s Libra Chalmers,” Odette spoke up when the two girls wouldn’t. “Her sister and Cáel Nyilas were friends at college.”“The raven-haired woman is Brooke Lee and her boyfriend was a total douche and made work difficult for Cáel Nyilas and life horrible for her,” Odette finished. That was so sweet of her - it was almost 'me’-like.“Are either of you Havenstone?” Niki studied them.“That would be me,” Buffy spoke up. Since she wasn’t dressed like a desperate cry for sex (like the other three women), Nikita hadn’t truly soaked her in yet. For starters, Buffy was clearly older than the rest.“Do you have any weapons on you?” Niki glared.“Yes - do you want to see my Concealed Weapon permits?” Buffy remained serene.“Nice and slow,” Niki told Buffy as her hand came to rest on the grip of her 9 mm. Nikita was off-duty so this was an awkward situation.“You have girlfriends with guns?” Brooke gasped. She seemed excited. Libra was uncertain.Nikita being Nikita, she took Buffy’s word for nothing, using her cellphone to call in and check the three permits - gun, knife, knife. She wanted to card everybody, but I nixed that. These were my house guests. I put my foot down. Niki became truly angry with me.“I need to talk to you - outside,” Nikita insisted. I didn’t hesitate to go with her.By outside, she meant to her car because she was sure my place was under surveillance. She was most likely right. As soon as I put my ass on the passenger seat, Nikita wrapped me in a smothering embrace.“I’ve been so worried about you,” she sniffled.No, Nikita wasn’t brain damaged, or forgiving. She knew that if I hadn’t already had sex with some, if not all, of the four women in my place, I most likely would in the next 36 hours. Don’t forget that she knew I was a philanderer, had come to grips with that, and was beginning to count up my allowed indiscretions before she finally gave up on my worthless ass.“You shouldn’t do that, Nikita,” I hugged her tightly to me. “You have a freaking dangerous job and I’m a big boy. I’ll deal with my work problems. You deal with yours and we take what time together as we can.”“This is not how the World is supposed to work,” she mumbled.“There are two ways of looking at it, Nikita,” I stroked her hair. “Peace is merely the interruption of the otherwise endless cycle violence, or life is a constant struggle to avoid the inevitable slide into anarchy.”“For such a loving, joyous man, you have a terribly dark side to you,” Nikita looked into my eyes.“I read this in a book on the philosophy of social collapse - Imagine that last legionnaire standing atop Hadrian’s Wall, his companions ready to march away yet knowing the Picts remained just out of sight, waiting for the last guardians to depart,” I recalled. “Did he contemplate that, despite generations of sacrifice, nothing had change, or did he realize that, with their lives, those fellow soldiers bought centuries of peace to an otherwise war-torn land?”“Nikita, no victory is permanent,” I explained. “One day the lights will go out in this city and never come back on. One day everything you’ve worked for will fall. That doesn’t mean what you are doing doesn’t have value, or that I don’t appreciate what you do. Every life you save is still precious - it is invaluable to that person, if no one else.”“Every day you take up the badge and gun means hundreds of others get to live their lives wrapped up in the illusion they live in a lawful society,” I said. “I say 'illusion’ because people tend to not understand that nothing lawful is permanent. They don’t understand that one day that last legionnaire will be looking out over their neighborhoods. It is inevitable.”“Is that why you don’t give a crap about any of your relationships - is this the excuse that you use to cheat - that nothing is ever permanent?” Nikita’s gaze hardened.“Remind me to never be honest with you again,” I opened the door. Yeah, I was pissed. I’d broken my rule - lie to make the girl happy - and this is what it got me.“Damn it,” Nikita yanked on my arm, not letting me leave, “Cáel Nyilas, what am I supposed to think after you tell me that?” I hesitated. I hated honesty.“I don’t give a crap about some nebulous, transitory victory, Nikita,” I kept looking away. “I don’t see monogamy as pointless any more than I feel law enforcement as pointless.”“That doesn’t mean I want to be a cop, or in only one relationship. My Dad loved my Mom. He never dated after she died. He loved me and raised me the best he could. That is one of the best examples of monogamy I’ve ever witnessed. It simply isn’t me,” I told her. “Of greater relevance is my initial comment about the value of victory.”“You think you can 'fix’ my situation; that somehow the rule of law can apply to people who live outside of it,” I turned around. “That isn’t happening. You are more likely to convict every banker that had a hand in the 2008 housing loan collapse than you are to ever bring a single senior Havenstone employee up on any charges.”“It is wrong,” Nikita insisted. “I’m not being naive. No criminal conspiracy is ever impenetrable.”“They are not a criminal conspiracy,” I sighed. “They are a nation-state without demarcated borders. Criminals are fixated on making money.”“Havenstone uses money as part of their arsenal to get what they want,” I said.“What is that?” Nikita.“I’ll never tell you,” I put our faces within millimeter of each other.“Cáel, I want to help you,” Nikita persisted.“You can’t, Nikita,” I stared. “Rome calls and you will obey. It is who you are. It is what I like about you. It also means you won’t break the law for me, which means, in the terms of rescue, you are useless to me as anything except a friend. Personally, I suggest you appreciate the next 70 days with me, then find someone who will take care of you, marry them and raise the next generation of policemen and women.”“Are you a police officer?” she altered her approach.“No,” I played along.“Then don’t assume you know what I can and can’t accomplish,” Nikita grew fierce. “Al-Qaeda thought they were untouchable too. As did the KKK and the Mafia.”“Right, Nikita, except there are still terrorists, violent racists and organized crime - different faces but the same hydra,” I relayed. “That is what I’m trying to tell you - these ladies are not conventional criminals. They are not going to flip on each other. They aren’t afraid of drone attacks, wiretaps, or video surveillance.”“If the Justice Department goes after them, they’ll strike back. Don’t think assassinations and bombings - think 'Tail-hook’ and 'Fast and Furious’. The problem is they already know what rules you play by and how law enforcement works. You won’t be able to get your side to understand how Havenstone works until it is too late,” I stressed.“Your side? We are your side, Cáel Nyilas,” Nikita insisted.“No, you are not,” I responded. “My side wants to deal with this himself, only risking his life and earnestly not wanting to have my actions resulting in hundreds, if not thousands, of deaths. Your gang wants to enforce the law and turn this problem into a nice, tidy bundle. Making twenty arrests and confiscating a few million in assets will not make Havenstone go away.”“They will fade back into the shadows and then wreck vengeance upon you all when it is convenient for them,” I stated confidently. I had sat in on exactly one board meeting. That had been enough of an education to figure out how they operated and how long-term their planning was.They wouldn’t put a bullet into the head of the lead investigator. No, fifteen years later, while having a routine medical procedure, there would be a mix-up with his medication and he’d die. A few months later, his son, that man’s wife and two children would all be involved in a fatal car accident. Yes, they wiped out your family.My bet was they had already done something like that. They’d find a weak link in the investigative team, show him/her the evidence of past misdeeds and impress upon them that they would be next. Witness Protection? Over a twenty year old string of accidents? The fed either played ball, or waited a decade, or two, for their loved ones to start dropping.Havenstone Commercial Investments was only 22 years old. Without a doubt, there had been other incarnations built up then discarded only for some new front to take its place. As for grudges; the Amazons took it as a personal affront that an independent Hellas existed today, despite the reality that those Greeks had little lineage in common with the Greeks from the time of Achilles.The conundrum was I couldn’t use the word 'Amazons’, or refer to the board meeting. I couldn’t talk about the armory, Buffy, or Desiree’s backgrounds, or truly impress upon Nikita the absolute level of fanaticism Havenstone engendered in their congregation. If I hinted at it, she’d think of Jonestown, not the Karen Insurgency in Burma.“Why do you have such faith in them, but not in your own law enforcement?” Nikita pleaded.“Training, fanaticism, the ability to act with few restrictions, and their willingness to let a member who makes a mistake to live and learn from it instead of being sacrificed for political and popular expediency,” I counted off my points.“They prepare for war, not peacekeeping,” I clarified. “By that, I mean that each standard office worker is the equivalent of a soldier in any fully modern armed force. For whatever cause you and your fellow NYPD believe in, there is also a long history of corruption. There is none of that at Havenstone. Infighting - yes. They would never betray the principles of their organization though.”“You work under the scrutiny of the judicial system, a normally hostile press and a special panel whose sole duty is to keep your law enforcers in line. They work for superiors who give them far more latitude,” I continued. “A Havenstone breaks an external law, the get assigned elsewhere. Violating their internal code of conduct is harsh and immediate then resolved.”“You screw up, and you are pilloried in the press, abandoned by your superiors and shunned by your peers as if you had a contagion,” I sighed. “The NYPD loses you as a resource because of one mistake. Despite the numerous advantaged of living in a Democratic Republic and a capitalist economy, the underlying weaknesses remain.”“People are people, thus flawed. Office-seekers need money and to be scandal-free to get elected which has become a continuous process,” I stated. “Those realities allow entities like Havenstone to exist in a parasitic relationship with our society. Face it, why pay $100 million in fines, duties and taxes when you can pay $1 million in campaign contributions.”“You are so damn cynical,” Nikita frowned.“Nikita,” I huffed. “No, I’m not cynical. I’m a romantic realist. I know the score. Despite that, I still chose to make my own way in the world. I don’t date a woman expecting a 'Happily Ever After’. I also never make a plan to leave a lady. It happens regularly enough and it is my fault most often, yet it has never been my intention to avoid permanence.”“I don’t understand you at all!” she yelled. This was expected. This was her prodding me into having some frenzied, 'make me forget about the cruelty of the World’ sex.“Nikita, if I did chose to break the law, I wouldn’t be caught because there is some cop out there better than me. If I was caught, it would be that the cops have tons more resources than I possess,” I explained.“I’m not even criminally inclined and I can beat the system. This doesn’t mean I plan to break the law. I have no reason to. In the same way, I won’t surrender because I don’t have to. I’m still alive and have a degree of freedom,” I told her. “It is because I know the score that I can fight with hope. I have spent the last four years not living the easy life - the safe life.”“I have the scars to prove it, along with no regrets, because I am me - the man I want to be,” I smiled. “So what that I work for killers - they are hot and most of them are willing. The unwilling ones I’ll bring around eventually - I always do.” Now she wanted to pepper spray, Taser, baton beat and pistol whip me - all at the same time. Sex.“I keep asking myself why I care about you,” Nikita wailed. “I don’t even know why I came over today. I should have known you would have at least one woman in your apartment. I could have waited for you to return a single damn phone call…but No, I had to drive over and have you stomp on my heart instead.”“I don’t know how to reply to that,” I mused. I did, but drawing it out was important. “My life is a nightmare. It will most likely end in tragedy. If I loved you, I would send you away in a loud, vocal breakup that would convince Havenstone we were done and that would be that. My problem is I like…I selfishly want to know you better and I resonate with you like no other.”When you are the bad guy and she knows you are the bad guy, play the bad guy. See, if I was a good guy, I would sacrifice of myself and send her away. Instead, I was 'selfish’ and I was selfish because we 'resonated’. Resonate is a good, romantic word. Its definition is a bit shady, thus she can interpret it the way she desires.Before you hate me more than you already do, please recall that I really liked Nikita. She was special to me. Unfortunately, 'special’ has sort of a nebulous meaning for me. To put that in perspective, my heart is a five year old child in a toy story. It goes 'get that one, get that one’ without explaining to me exactly why I end up doing what I do.“I want you so much,” she groused, hating herself for her naked desire.“Let’s go back to my place and make love,” I suggested. She jerked slightly.“What about all those other women?” she questioned.“Odette is a dear friend, Buffy is my bodyguard and the other two showed up all on their own,” I informed her.“I like Libra and Brooke well enough, but the attraction is purely sexual (it better damn be all it is). I hope we have something more,” I said. I could even make honesty my bitch, it seemed.“Fine. Let’s go before I regain my sanity,” Nikita declared. It doesn’t take a NASA mission control officer to know that really means 'fuck me now - I’ve soaked my panties’.Nikita was hopping up and down on the balls of her feet by the time we exited her car and made it around to her/street side. She grabbed my hand and yanked my unresisting form hurriedly back to my apartment. We nearly crashed into Buffy who had been watching from the door. Nikita flashed an embarrassed look.That didn’t stop her from bounding up the stairs three at a time as we raced up to my place. Nikita was slowing down on the final approach only to have Odette open the door and stand aside - Buffy had phoned her. In we swept. Libra and Brooke rose from the sofa, I gave them an apologetic look before Nikita drew me into the bedroom. I slammed the door shut.“What the Hell!” Libra screamed. What can I say? When I truly set out to fuck a girl, I leave them wanting more. Before you think I’m an egotist, or a Sex God, it is they want to have sex with me, not that they care about what I want. I’ve been jumped while putting gas in a friend’s car by a girl, whose name I couldn’t recall at the moment, who I had banged in a bar’s men’s room.Midway through that encounter (we were standing up, my back against the car, and her legs spread up and wide as she coasted down from her first orgasm), she confided in me she’d been running around with a condom in her pocket in hopes of finding me - which proved she didn’t really know me - I always have a condom.I even have some stashed in my bathroom & kitchen - just in case. After that, for the rest of my college career the Kwiki Mart attendant kept smirking at me - the gas pumps had video surveillance. My friend and his date were amused too. My date - less so. Maybe I should have stopped at the first orgasm. It turned out okay.See, unknown to anyone at the start, the girl’s (Genevieve it turned out) boyfriend and I had been in a skiing accident and the poor bastard had suffered frostbite dragging me to safety, so I owed Genevieve big time. Yes, my date bought that hastily conjured excuse. All was right with the world and I ended up screwing my date that night and for the next two weeks.That relationship fell apart when three different servers at a Hooters gave me lap dances (who knew - Hooters girls don’t normally give lap dances). I swear to God I had never been there before - the truth didn’t work that time either. That wasn’t too bad. It reminded me of Genevieve. I went back to the bar and nailed her again. In case it matters, I don’t have a fake ID. I lie to the DMV about where I live. It is all official-like, if completely illegal.Back to my current official; a rapid analysis of the kaleidoscope of emotions. Lust, fear and confusion battled for dominance. I had to take into account her sexual background, parenting, and personal let downs. I had to give her something she didn’t want. No, I wasn’t going against my tried and true strategy. I had to give Nikita something she didn’t want yet really needed.She began trying to strip off her clothes. Off went her faded denim jacket (despite the heat in NYC in the early summer) then her short-sleeved shirt. Poor Nikita - her nice, gossamer white bra was obviously new - that crisp, pure white doesn’t come from Tide, and she had marks from the first bra she’d put on today. Off went the gun…and the cuffs.I had kicked off my shoes and so quickly pulled down my pants it burned my skin. The policewoman was drinking up my Nikita-inspired arousal so I was able to strip off my shirt too. She began working down her pants and undies in one motion when I jumped her.“Hey wait,” she giggled. She became a tad more annoyed when I wouldn’t relent.With her pants and panties still above her knees, I slipped on a condom, rolled her over and began slapping my cock against her sopping wet cunt.“I don’t want to do it this way,” Nikita insisted angrily. “Let me up.”“I can’t wait,” I grunted as I penetrated her doggy-style. In I went. Nikita’s love box was best described at intimately velvet.“Girr…Girr…ah,” she finally gave into her arousal. “Ah - ah - aha.” That brought me to a halt. I wove my arms around her waist and drew her back to my chest.“Are you ready to have sex because you want it instead of doing it because you don’t know what else to do?” I whispered in her ear. She twisted her head around. Words failed her so we kissed.“Can I take my pants off now?” sighed happily.“I don’t know. I kinda like you like this,” I replied.“I can barely move,” she protested.“That would be a point in my favor,” I snickered. Nikita got back at me by wiggling in my lap. Yeah, that put me in my place alright. Changing our orientation was part of my instinctual reaction to her desire for a close visual connection. The whole face down/ass up was only a trick to erase her confusion.Keeping my cock deep inside of Nikita, I twisted her around until she was on her back, her bound legs resting on my crooked right elbow. Curse me, Nikita looked up at me consumed by bliss. There is disappointment, settling for what you’ve got, getting what you want and finally, being giving something you never considered yet now you wonder how you lived so long without.This wasn’t only a 'good dicking’. It was the revelation that my life was a total train wreck and for a crusader like Nikita, I was virtually the Holy Grail. I would never 'not be in trouble’ thus constantly in need of saving. To her, I had transformed into the perfect boyfriend. I could never run away, or be saved by anyone else but her. Oh - and I was giving her a terribly good dicking.“Better?” I murmured. Nikita nodded. My rod kept up steady, moderately powerful penetrations. “Is there anything I can do to make it better?” Trick question.“No,” she purred. “I like…this is wonderful…I thought you would be different.” She was one happy camper. She had anticipated a domination play.“I’d only be rough with you if that’s what you wanted,” I pressed her legs farther down so that are faces were very close.“Mmmm…are you ever going to stop seeing those other girls?” she poised. She was no longer angry. Perfect boyfriend plus fantastic intercourse.I’m always doing stuff that makes women act in bizarre and unexpected (to them) ways. Won’t ever do anal? You’ll be ambushing me in the tub and working that ass down my pole inside of two weeks. Trust me. Odette hooking up with Buffy? Been down that road before.“I’ve only got 70 days left, Nikita,” I groaned. “They are going to force me to put out at work.”“I might as well try to make love to the women I care for,” I told her. No, they weren’t going to make me put out at work unless I made
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If you think you are in the wrong place, you probably are.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Believing in yourself is not enough. You must impress that belief upon the Universe.(Monday)My pain was legendary. Fine, my pain was epic. Okay, my pain was really bad, only exacerbated by a busy weekend. Sunday had started out fine. The girls hadn’t minded being cooped up in my place for half of the day. We all worked out in the morning, which Nikita found odd. Then the young ladies explored a ‘man pad’, which was totally new.Loraine and Nikita developed a complex relationship. Nikita was martial enough, older and far more worldly. They conflicted over me - Loraine wouldn’t accept that she’d never conquer me and Nikita was stymied by the Amazon creed involving men. Europa bonded with Timothy in all kinds of odd ways including the exploration of the world of tattooing.Aya discovered a new favorite position. I had lain belly-down on the sofa while Nikita gave me a back rub. Right after she was done, Aya climbed on top of me, laid her stomach on my back and relaxed, soaking up my scent and warmth. Only when we got them home did Loraine whisper to me that she’d never seen Aya that calm and at peace for such a continuous amount of time.That warm fuzzy, along with Nikita being downright sympathetic and attentive for the rest of her stay rolled right into Timothy’s and my date Sunday night. That ended up in a 'bizarre unless you are me’ frolic late Sunday night. Timothy was a fun time for Nadia, Ulyssa’s older sister, then finished up their date by pretending to pass out back at their place.I’d seen Timothy drink steadily for four hours with barely a buzz. Still, that ended up with Ulyssa, Nadia and I in a three-way until one in the morning. That was when Timothy pretended to wake up and call out my name. The ladies and I wrapped up the sex session quickly and 'us’ guys departed because, ya know, we had work in a few hours.Timothy even changed my bandages again. I gave him a few bills to up our medical supplies. He took a few more from my wallet because he prophesied me being wounded would be a common occurrence. He followed that up by giving me a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek.“You are a lifesaver, Bro,” he sighed. “My break-up left me really down and you’ve restored my faith in life and love. Keep it up.” Then we both went to bed.I followed that up with an early wake-up call from Katrina telling me to show up thirty minutes early and report to the Medical Division. That led me to biking, one legged, through the city (Nikita and I had retrieved my bike Sunday afternoon) by dawn’s early light and reporting to the witchdoctors at Havenstone. Thus my legendary, epic, really bad pain.The Doctor at Doebridge had practiced traditional Amazon healing methods. The cute chick who escorted me into the Medical Division had actually heard we were in the 21st century. She sat me on a gurney in what passed for a modern Emergency Room and had me take off my pants. Then she asked me if I wanted pain-killers, or a local anesthetic.“No, I’m a man,” I bragged. I saw the bewilderment in her eyes. Was I saying 'no’, or was I claiming to be a weak, frail male? “It is too late for your people to be nice to me now,” I clarified. “You are monsters and I accept that, so let’s get this over with so we can get back to our jobs.”“What are you talking about?” she tried to be disarming. Could it be she wasn’t a full-blooded Amazon?#To ease my pain, show me your bountiful bosom# I said in Old Kingdom Hittite. The nice, young doctor blinked. She knew of the lingo, but not the speech itself.“No on the anesthetic,” I sighed. “Please work professionally and quickly so we may return to our duties, Doctor.”“Of course. I’ll be right back,” she nodded then headed off to 'get some supplies’ - in other words 'call Security’. They showed up lickety-split, doctor in tow. I recognized one from the Armory. To be polite, I let her know I recalled her.“Oh, it is the Kindergarten graduate,” I grinned. “Who is your lesbian playmate?”“Oh goodie,” Kindergarten snarled. “I get another crack at you.”“Wait,” the buddy cautioned her. “Shouldn’t we investigate the claim that he knows an unknown tongue?” She looked to me. “Well?”“The Doctor needs to leave the room,” I stated.“You don’t tell us what to do, male,” Kindy snapped.“Okay, how can you verify I speak your Mother Tongue without violating some protocol if she is still in the room?” I sounded bored. Home-schooled and not in a good way.“I say we beat it out of you,” Kindy kept being stupid. Come on, like she was going to stumble upon a conspiracy in her lowly position, armed with her limited intellect.“Bring it, Kitten,” I smirked. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” The two security types drew their Tasers. I reclined onto the gurney and folded my arms over my chest.“Sit up, damn you,” Kindy’s partner demanded.“Why? So when you stun me I fall to the floor? I think I’d rather flop around on the gurney, thank you,” I mused.Our conversation brought attention. A few women were starting to gather around when one pressed through. I didn’t know her, but she had some familiar features.“Cáel Nyilas, I am Traska Maza, Violet’s sister. Come to my side,” she ordered. Okay now, I didn’t HAVE to obey that. Once more, a nice lady was giving me an out and I took it.I swung slowly off the gurney and hobbled to her side.“Kneel,” and I knelt with a grimace. “Now what is your problem with our breeding male?” she added the last part in Amazon.“Wait,” I blurted out. “I’m no one’s breeding male yet!” In Amazon/Hittite. The crowd stirred.“True and you are making it a truly glorious hunt, but we will take you as our prize in the end, Male,” Traska smiled down at me while petting my hair while speaking in Amazon. Sex.“He speaks the…Tongue?” the Doctor stammered.“Of course he does,” Traska nodded. “Otherwise it would have been quite difficult for him to refuse Hayden breeding rights on Saturday.”“He refused Hayden,” Kindy gawked.“It is against corporate policy,” I explained. “Being a good boy is getting the crap kicked out of me as it is. Heaven help me if I actually broke a rule.” They chuckled - psycho bitches.“Cáel, rise,” so I struggled to my feet. “Go to the gurney and let the doctor tend to your battle scar,” Traska commanded. As I staggered back from whence I came, the term 'battle scar’ resonated to both me and the women.“This does not settle the crime of him speaking our language,” Kindy kept blathering.“Did it occur to you to contact Elsa, or Katrina, or even the office of Hayden to gather information on what was going on,” Traska sighed, “before racing to attack a wounded male in the middle of this vast structure we control? What was he going to do? Hobble over to a hurricane-proof window?”“Even if he managed to somehow break one, he would be throwing himself down four floors to the sidewalk below? Admittedly, if he did accomplish all that and escape, he would be a threat. I’d still want to breed with him for that would be one tough, determined male,” Traska chuckled. She walked off, the guards stood around uselessly and the doctor tended my wounds.I called Katrina, updating my situation, she called someone else, who probably called someone else, who called off the guards.“So, who do you think you will be breeding with?” the doctor hinted. Seriously, I could pick up a girl in a war zone. A lonely female doctor in an ER that only treats women wasn’t even a contest.“Actually, no one,” I winked. “I’m gay. I can’t get it up around women.” Recall, I had no pants on and my cockhead had a mind of its own, which didn’t bother me. What did bother me was its mind being more dominant than the one on top of my shoulders. The doctor patted my package. My cock was pleading 'we haven’t had sex in six hours - we are dying over here’. Lying bastard.“Oh really,” she teased.“This is not fair,” I groaned. “Your ass is so finely sculpted and tight,” I couldn’t see most of it because of her lab coat, but hey, “and your lips look like they could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.” Be careful with the last line. Make sure your target likes fellatio first.The Doctor pursed her lips and gave me a wink. Was I lining up another prospective Havenstone woman as part of some grand master plan? No. I’m an idiot with an out of control libido. I am always hitting on women. I can’t help it, thus my numerous scars and colorful stories.“I can, you know,” she purred. Golf ball - garden hose - feels so good.You know you are making an impact on the workplace when this happens: after leaving the doctor, I was taking the elevator up to my floor. The door opened and two women stepped in, suddenly disappointed.“Oh…you are already dressed,” Brielle sighed. Her companion was equally peeved.“Arrow wound,” I informed them. “I had to go to medical. They stripped me there.”“Damn it,” her companion snapped her fingers. “Maybe we should tag his itinerary?”“I think Katrina would frown on that,” Brielle shook her head.“Well, can you take off your clothes really quick?” the companion turned to me.The door opened on my floor.“Sorry. No. Gotta go to work. Have a nice day now,” I retreated to the safety of the office.I’m an idiot. On all the desks in the sizable office space housing the heart of Executive Services was a long box…from Nerf. Oh, Sweet God - Buffy was out to make me cry.How did I know it was Buffy? If Desiree wanted to know something about me, she’d slap me around until I answered. Buffy was far more insidious. She’d spy on me. To give her credit, I had a box as well. I too could get that wonderful feeling that Custer’s last trooper felt as the Sioux and Cheyenne closed in. Sure I could shoot back, but it wouldn’t do any good.Katrina had already unboxed her toy. It was loaded, resting on her desk. It was a six shooter.“Honestly Cáel, is your problem with my native tongue, an inability to tell time, or an unwillingness to follow common sense instructions?” Katrina gave me a warm, maternal look. She was referring to me engaging in strenuous activity in the first 48 hours after having been wounded.“After this afternoon I do not have any other dates planned so I can take it easy,” I promised.“As long as you understand that many of us are risking our lives to help you keep yours,” Katrina pointed out. “What did Elsa want Saturday night?” The look of shame on my face was probably what Katrina expected though not what she wanted to see. “Tell me,” she groaned.“Oh…okay…she kissed me once but I stopped her - against policy,” I started.“Yes?” Katrina muttered. She knew this was bad.“Oh…then I vigorously sucked and bit on her nipples while finger-fucking her anus and vagina until she orgasmed - hard,” I confessed. Katrina put her elbow in her desk, forearm uplifted then planted her forehead on her palm.“By the Goddesses, you could walk blindfolded through a minefield only to trip over a cricket,” Katrina mumbled. Katrina sensed my confusion.“Elsa’s and Rhada’s/Madi’s families are in a blood feud. They would kill you for looking amorously at the other,” she explained.“Whoops…I didn’t make either one like me,” I pleaded.“I believe you, Cáel,” Katrina looked up and smiled. “If I didn’t, I would have Desiree toss you down an elevator shaft - from the thirtieth floor.”“It wouldn’t work,” I grinned at her. “I’m part flying squirrel. I’ve got those little underarm flaps and everything.”“Patagium,” Katrina defined that bit of anatomy for me.“Stop being smarter than me,” I furrowed my brow. “It is unattractive in a female.” Wack - Nerf hit. Right then Daphne and Tigger walked in and took in the situation.“Can we all take shots at Cáel?” Daphne inquired. Oh hell no!“I’m actually recruiting a Rebel Alliance,” I offered.“What’s in it for us?” Tigger asked.“Dubious glory, improbable hope, an unfamiliar future and the unique experience of pitting your defiance into the Eye of the Abyss before the End,” I promised in Old Kingdom Hittite.“Does that kind of oratory work on males?” Daphne mused. Violet, Fabiola and Paula swept into Katrina’s office.“What is that?” Fabiola inquired.“I’m looking for the proper terminology to entice some ladies into a rebel faction,” I replied pleasantly.“What are we rebelling against?” Paula questioned as Dora hurried in.“Meeting,” Katrina interjected, calling us 'new hires’ to order. I was still doing a lousy job, even on my day off. Everyone else walked on water and was heralded by a chorus of Angels.“Katrina,” Violet stepped forward. “What is he doing wrong? With all his utter failings, I figured there would be a fire, wreck, or near fatality by now.”That was unlooked for.“Employee trainers have found his work to be substandard,” Katrina answered. “I agree with their reports. Is there anything else?” That meant the discussion was over. The rest received their daily assignments, leaving me alone with Katrina. I stood waiting.“Cáel, you are wounded. You are not going into the field,” she informed me. “You will be handling my office affairs and classifying work orders.” What did that mean? Katrina was not forthcoming. It was becoming obvious that I’d need the Long Island Medium to get me through the day.“And I liked this office too,” I muttered.“What was that, Cáel?” my boss inquired.“Don’t mind me. I’m only contemplating how I can possibly screw this up,” I shrugged. “I figure there is electrical wiring that could burst into flames, a sprinkler system spontaneously activating, and several thousand women who I don’t know, yet could seriously inconvenience.”“You have great instincts,” Katrina smiled. “I believe in you.” Helpful - that was not. Despite that, I managed to navigate the order process with some success. Promptly at 8:45, Katrina got up and left the office. Not to the bathroom - gone-gone. She left the door open. That way women in the office could come by and exchange fire with me.I nearly put a bolt into Trent Grant when he stopped by to see me. His knock saved his Nerf-free status.“Hello Kale,” he began.“Cáel,” I sighed. “Kale is a cabbage…anyway, as you were saying?”“Oh, I wanted to come by and see how you were doing after that…accident,” he said warily.“That was screwed up,” I grinned. “She was so worried that she might hit me that her fingers slipped. Trust me, she’ll never make that mistake again.”“I can’t believe you are not suing Havenstone over this,” Trent smiled back.“Over this?” I smirked. I stood up and walked around my desk, swallowing my pain and infirmity to put on a convincing act. “Trent, I’ve had a girlfriend do more damage over one long, hot night than this scratch.”“You are really okay?” he worried.“Trent, if someone had really tried to kill me, I would have gone to the cops and we wouldn’t be here having this chat,” I assured him. Trent took a deep breath, expelling his doubts with a comfortable lie.“So…what’s with all that?” he motioned to plethora of darts I had stacked up.I was being shot at far more often than I could return fire. In the minute Trent had been with me, three ladies had peeked in then withdrawn.“How about you, me and the fellas have after work drinks sometime?” I suggested. Trent almost got snooty then some long slumbering primal instincts kicked in. I was a survivor and he could sense it.“Sure. Tonight?” he offered.“I’m working on a hot Brazilian tonight,” I grinned. “Tomorrow?”“Brazilian? Oh, okay. Tomorrow then,” he nodded. “You should be careful about dating,” he added. “We think that is how Khalid screwed up and got transferred.”Those jackasses had known this for how long and not clued me in? Gee thanks guys.“What do you mean?” I appeared confused. “I’ve been getting 'trim’ left, right and sideways just not at work. I nailed four ladies this weekend alone - after being shot.”“Aaahhh…good then,” Trent grunted as if gut punched.“Besides, Khalid wasn’t transferred. He volunteered for an experimental top secret program involving social engineering - real cutting edge stuff,” I lied. “If we do the right thing, an opening might become available for the rest of us.” I am a bastard. “The Nerf guns are a team building exercise my personal favorite trainer implemented.”“You appear to be getting along well here,” Trent acknowledged. “I mentioned your name and several women looked at me funny then smiled and pointed you out.” Sigh.“Trent, you probably won’t heed my advice, but here it is anyway,” I said. “I know you were in a fraternity. Think of yourself as a pledge and every woman in your department as a senior brother and you’ll get by okay.”“Come on now,” Trent smiled smugly, “some of them don’t even have a formal education. They use this archaic apprenticeship system.”“Yeah, except you are only starting out in a system they’ve graduated from,” I gave it one last try. Trent nodded. He was right and I was a hick.I hoped he got along well with Khalid because he would probably be seeing him soon. Trent waved goodbye and I raced for Katrina’s desk - and Nerf gun. I made it back to my station before three ladies came at me. I got two of them, taking only one hit myself then it was back to work. Brian showed up thirty minutes later and Felix stopped by ten minutes after that.It was the same deal. I gave them the same lie, did my song and dance, gave them my warning they would ignore and finally raided Katrina’s bathroom for painkillers. She had this herbal crap which I downed like candy. At 12:10 Buffy arrived. She shot at me but I parried with my reading lamp and then shot back twice, hitting her once.“Why do you have two guns?” Buffy growled.“Cause I’m smarter than you,” I snarled back while desperately reloading. Daphne walked in with both a pistol and a large bag of Mexican take-out.“Die, you reprehensible Pig!” Buffy howled as she popped off two more bolts.Daphne shot Buffy in the side before Buffy finished. I was in love all over again. Buffy turned to put a dart into Daphne who raced around to my desk.“I guess this makes me a rebel,” Daphne laughed. She popped off two more shots.“Sure,” I chuckled. “Welcome aboard.” Buffy was on the edge of a volcanic eruption.“Cease-fire while we eat lunch?” I pleaded. Buffy mulled it over; the alternative being storming over to me and administering a pistol-whipping.“I hate you,” she seethed. She did lower her pistol and walk over to my desk.“I’ve missed you,” I responded. She didn’t buy it - yet.“How many whores did you screw his weekend?” Man, she was volatile.“None. I don’t pay for sex,” I sighed. “I still missed you,” I moaped. Buffy trembled with rage.“Cáel, be careful,” Daphne whispered. Buffy shot me - in the left thigh. I staggered, clamped my teeth down to stifle my scream and only Daphne’s efforts stopped me from keeling over.“Buffy!” Daphne snapped. “That was too much. Stop it.”“It is okay, Daphne,” I gasped. “I’ve made her angry.” Daphne didn’t get it, but I did. Buffy stomped straight into my space and gave that deep jaguar-like growl. “I liked the Nerf gun idea,” I added. “That was truly clever.” That got her. Buffy linked her fingers behind her back.“Thanks,” I whispered then leaned in and rained down little puffs of air all along her neck, ears and face. She especially liked me blowing on her lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue played along her lips as I was only millimeters away. Daphne leaned around me to see what I was doing to make Buffy moan so sensually the way she was.“We had better eat lunch”, I spoke softly into Buffy’s ear when I was done. “Do you forgive me?” Buffy’s eyes shown feverishly, yet with pleasure, not anger.“No. Keep working on it,” Buffy smirked then reached around for her plate of food.“I swear I will be nicer to you than Buffy is,” Daphne murmured.“Don’t get between me and my prey,” Buffy snarled…then she sneaked an arm around my waist and hugged me. Daphne pulled a seat around to share her meal at my station. Buffy sat in my lap. Not sexual harassment in the least. “So, are you staying away from other Havenstone women?” Buffy verbally ambushed me in mid-bite.“Would you please accept my word that this is not a discussion we want to have,” I groaned.“Who?” Buffy was back to angry.“Elsa,” Katrina announced as she strolled back into her office. “Don’t ask how, or why, Buffy. It wasn’t Cáel’s doing.” She was almost to her desk when she froze.Katrina’s body rotated around toward me before flickering to the ground where a lone dart lay.“Cáel, there is a dart lying at your feet,” she pointed out. Shit. Too God damn smart.“We’ll forgo me lying, you reminding me to trust you and go to my inevitable revelation that Buffy shot me in my wounded thigh,” I sighed.“Thank you,” Katrina nodded to me. “Buffy, you can’t do this to him. If you screw up again, I’ll send you to another department and forbid Cáel from having any further contact with you. Now tell me, what is wrong?”“I…I try to be with other men,” she nearly wept.“They can’t handle my aggression nor engage me mentally the way Cáel does,” she confessed painfully. “I want to own him so bad it hurts.”“Buffy, you are sitting in his lap,” Katrina coaxed. “Why don’t you try telling him how you feel? He clearly likes you.”“As poorly as you’ve treated him, I’m a bit surprised he hasn’t punched the crap out of you - off the clock, of course,” Katrina admonished her underling.“I’d kick his ass,” Buffy replied defiantly.“Tell that to Madi,” Katrina reminded her.“Very well,” Buffy nodded. Turning in my lap, she added, “Stop looking at other Havenstone women.”“No,” Katrina preempted me. “You will not punish him for things beyond his control, Buffy. There is only so much he can do to avoid the other ladies that doesn’t get him relocated.”“I still don’t like it,” Buffy muttered. “We should keep him in Executive Services and send people to harass all his outsider female contacts.” Katrina looked down and shook her head.“This job keeps getting tougher and tougher,” she commented. She was heading back to her desk which pretty much ended the conversation.After Buffy and Daphne had left, I mulled over a few things.“Can I bitch about something?” I asked Katrina. I wanted to ask about the other three men.“No,” she stated. That was that. The rest of the day was the normal office drudgery spiced up with a near-constant exchange of Nerf fire. Katrina never asked for her gun back and no one dared shoot her.At five o'clock, Katrina released me.“How did I do today?” I inquired.“Hmmm…let me see…you sent the VP of Banking - Australia’s Fiat to an address in the Netherlands,” she reviewed. “The address also appears to be underwater.”I had to think about that.“You are making that up,” I accused her. “I sent the damn thing to Melbourne and you know it.” Katrina gave a heartfelt laughed.“Do you know why you are the only male getting poor reviews?” she teased. I thought hard.“No clue,” I shrugged.“Because you are so bloody diligent,” Katrina grinned. “I know - some - of your history, Cáel. The more difficult the challenge, the harder you endeavor. The other guys are whiny babies. They don’t take criticism well.”“Now that we have that out of the way are you going to start giving me better reviews?” I hoped.“No,” Katrina chuckled. “Watching your face as you struggle to figure out what you did wrong really helps me start the day.”“Am I off the clock?” I asked. Katrina nodded. “Bitch.” Katrina laughed.I nearly walked into Violet on the way out.“Did you just call Katrina a bitch?” she whispered.“Give me a bad work review and I’ll call you something worse,” I glared.“Do you have any idea who she is?” Violet hissed.“I’ll give it a shot,” I shrugged. “Katrina is the head of the KGB.” I got an uncomprehending stare. “The Secret Police?” Violet thought that over. Fabiola and Tigger came up.“Yes, something like that except she has people killed,” Violet explained.“What are you talking about?” Tigger intruded.“Look up the KGB on Wiki, ladies,” I smirked. “It will clarify my understanding of the situation.”“Why are you so insolent?” Fabiola tugged on my arm to stop me from leaving.“For the same reason you think you are better than me,” I grinned. “It is in the blood. Actually, I don’t mean to be insolent. If I could walk away from this job, I would. Since I can’t, I feel it is only fair to make all of you suffer for it.”“If you hate us, why did you offer yourself up to Leona?” Fabiola persisted.“Because he cares,” Tigger spoke for me.“He’s weak,” Fabiola kept going.“Seriously,” Daphne caught me off-guard. “If he’s willing to commit so much to a child not his own, think how selflessly he’d safeguard his own.”“You don’t believe in fathers,” I regarded the 'new hire’ group.“Things change,” Violet smiled. In 76 days they were going to rip me to pieces. I burned through ten more minutes swapping stories about our day before we made it to the lobby. Yasmin Palhavã was early, so she got to meet the whole crew and they got to meet her.At this point a small leap of logic could have saved me a heap of pain. I could have asked. The girls could have realized I didn’t have a critical piece of information. The moment passed, I signed in Yasmin, my Brazilian MILF, and headed up to the corporate workout facility. The first hurdle - there was no men’s changing room.Yasmin decided it wasn’t a big deal. We changed in separate sections and joined up at the entrance to the gym. They also had an Olympic-sized pool - cool.“What happened to your leg?” she questioned. I had been wearing pants and was now in shorts.“It was an archery accident,” I supplied a plausible answer. Her nod signified she didn’t believe me and would bring this up later. I get wounded a lot.I was about to swipe my ID at the gym door when it opened and a woman walked into us.“What?” she gasp in Old Kingdom Hittite.“My pardon,” I replied in the same language. “It was not our intent to impede your progress.” She gave us a curious look as I caught the door and held it for Yasmin to enter.“What lang…” Yasmin got out before the expanse of the exercise facility stole her breath away. See, in normal companies, only a tiny fraction of the workforce uses the in-house gyms. At Havenstone, if a woman wasn’t working out on a daily basis, the assumption was that she’d died at her post. Whatever Yasmin said next had to have been in Portuguese.“What was that?” I inquired.“Oh, I said this was place is bigger than the village I was born in,” she translated. A small village - maybe a hamlet perhaps. Fortunately, we beat the evening rush so there weren’t too many women there yet.We got some looks from the ladies there. Yasmin didn’t notice and I was busy working machines in tandem to her. I had made a good impression with her. She barely concealed her enthusiasm and I got the impression her most current workouts were calisthenics in her home. An hour later, we were feeling the burn, Yasmin clued me in that she had a babysitter until nine, and the place was crowding up.Yasmin had been shooting glances at the sparring area for some time. Like me, she practiced Brazilian jujutsu. She felt she was growing rusty so we grabbed a corner - really an 8x8 meter area. Since the southwestern space was already taken, we grabbed the northeastern spot. Despite my bum leg, Yasmin and I were having tons of fun. Then shit happened.“What style is that?” one of the now-substantial crowd of women spectators asked Yasmin - in Old Kingdom Hittite. Before I could translate, Yasmin spoke.“Excuse me? What was that?” Yasmin responded in English. Every other woman began muttering - in Old Kingdom Hittite. Oh God, I had fucked up somehow.“I think we should be going,” I urged Yasmin.“Come on now,” she beamed at me. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” Seeing my reticence, “Five minutes, please?” I took a deep breath and nodded - I am an idiot. I was looking at that sweaty body, wonderful bust line, and excellent hips and speculating how nice those legs would feel wrapped around my waist instead of listening to my 'Spidey senses’.Five more minutes and I would have Yasmin barking like a dog before the Sun set. That I might die in the next five minutes was not something my cock was taking into account. Ten seconds later and all my concentration was eaten up simply stopping Yasmin from grappling with me. Even with her refusal to take advantage of my left leg’s weakness, she finally got me down on the mat.Her victorious smile terminated in an instant. Yasmin rolled us over as a foot stomped down in the place we had just vacated. We both sprang up, facing off against an Amazon I wasn’t familiar with.“Take your bitch and leave, you mongrel,” the woman spat in Old Kingdom Hittite.“What the hell did she say?” Yasmin seethed. The woman smirked, turned and started walking back to the portion of sparring mat she’d come from. I gave her all the consideration she’d have given me - I blindsided her. My fist caught her between the shoulder blades. I followed her down, striking again and again, rapid-fire.The other Amazon’s started to surge forward, but I wasn’t done yet. I grabbed my attacker by the shoulder and crotch, heaved her over my head and tossed her at her sparring partner.“Apology not accepted,” I growled out my contempt in Old Kingdom Hittite.Yasmin’s outrage at my seemingly unwarranted attack, “Cáel!” was overcome by the sensation of the room closing in on us.Several women grabbed her. No one taunted, or threatened me. I was a male in their world and I’d put a boot up one of theirs ass.“Cáel?” Yasmin called to me, now concerned.“Woman, shut up!” one of the senior looking women snapped in Old Kingdom Hittite.“Yasmin, keep quiet and ask for Katrina,” I grinned. “I’m afraid I’ll have to truncate our date. Putting all these bitches in their place is going to take a while.” It wasn’t like they were going to beat me to death any harder. Yasmin started thrashing about, cursing and stomping on feet.“Stop it,” I insisted. “They will seriously hurt you.”“I’m not going to let you fight all alone,” she kept trying to break free. I had to keep backing away from her in order to delay me being totally surrounded. Two Amazons slammed Yasmin face first into the mat.“Oh boy,” I muttered. “This is going to be a tad harsher than Rhada and Madi.”“Wait,” one of them called out. “You are that male?” Old Kingdom Hittite.“I request a clarification of that question,” I replied. Old Kingdom Hittite.One turned to another.“I can’t believe we missed this. The male speaks our tongue. It can only be Cáel Nyilas,” she said. Old Kingdom Hittite.“Does this mean you are not going to beat me into the earth?” I hoped. Old Kingdom Hittite.“No. You launched an unprovoked attack against one of ours. You need to be severely disciplined,” one said. The group nodded their acceptance of the verdict. “Due to your bravery Saturday, if you kneel your punishment will be swift.” Old Kingdom Hittite.Poor Yasmin. She had no clue what was going on around her.“Thank you for your generous offer. I do appreciate it, but I would rather inflict as much harm upon as many of you as possible instead,” I smiled. “I only humble my body before the Worthy.” Yes, I had insulted them - roughly 250 and counting.“You are acting above your station,” a familiar voice called out from the back of the pack. Normally, if a man gives a woman an orgasm, she recalls you fondly. In my case, plenty of women whose worlds I’d rocked had tried to kill me afterwards. Elsa’s appearance did not signify the arrival of my salvation.The other women parted and Elsa stepped forward.“Cáel, I am not going to kill you, or even hurt you badly. I am going to curb your arrogance and remind you of your place in things. Fear not, this will be over quickly,” Elsa sounded pleasant.“I’ll remain scared, thank you very much,” I shrugged. At least we were speaking in English now.“Spear,” Elsa demanded. Amazons don’t play fair. I was hardly surprised.“Klondike Bar,” I demanded as well. No tasty treat appeared while Elsa got her weapon. Elsa gave me a quizzical look.“I’ve got a Zen for some ice cold sugar,” I explained. That earned me a few chuckles.“Don’t hurt his reproductive organ,” someone shouted in Old Kingdom Hittite.“Cáel, if you can give up, please do. I think that woman wants to kill you,” Yasmin pleaded. Elsa wanted some spearing to go on just not the way Yasmin feared.“You need to stop picking up whatever gutter trash presents itself,” Elsa taunted me.“She is a guardian of the young, a single mother and a stranger to this country, Elsa,” I stated evenly. “She is my friend and a guest. Let her leave in peace.”“No more jests?” Elsa chuckled. “Have I made you angry?”“Angry?” I sneered. “No, angry would be me finding out you stuff Kleenex in your bra.”“I’m not going to insult your loyalty, prestige, or courage because you’ve exhibited all three to me already,” I told her. “My warning remains the same: don’t let your pride blind you.”“Fair enough,” she nodded. “Let’s begin.” She thrust forward with her spear. It was an opening move, not an attempt to skewer me.“Damn it, you cowards,” Yasmin snarled. “Give him a weapon.” No one did. They didn’t care for an outsider’s opinion of their bravery. I fought as best I could with my natural talents. Boxing allowed me to take a beating, especially someone in my weight class. Jujutsu helped me fight prone as well as quickly getting back on my feet.Elsa beat me black and blue. Come on, she had a spear and I had my fists and a wounded leg. The gathering seemed amazed at the drubbing I was soaking up. I really got their attention the third time Elsa relented so that I could stand back up for another dose of pain. She swung the spear around to hit my wound again. I hit the midpoint of the shaft so hard, it shattered.I tried to follow that up with a punch to the face. Elsa flowed past the blow and landed several punishing jabs to my ribs, knocking me down. This time she put me in a choke hold.“Give up,” she commanded.“Never surrender,” I rasped then the world went dark.(Picking up the Pieces)I was vaguely aware of a prick to my left leg and the sheer agony of my thigh began to immediately go numb.“You’ve ripped out half his damn staples,” a female voice chastised someone else.“He refused to yield,” Elsa stated. All of that had been Old Kingdom Hittite. I moaned.“Cáel, how do you feel?” Elsa mocked me.“Had enough?” I mumbled. “If so, whose ass do I have to kick next?”“Male, Elsa demolished you,” an Amazon gloated.“With a spear,” Yasmin countered. Good, she was still close. “Hand to hand, he would have won even with his bad leg.”That brought forth snorts of derision all around. Oh well.“How is that first girl I fought doing? Is she okay?” I was putting my thoughts together.“I’m right here,” she grabbed my jaw and yanked it her way. Then it dawned on me I was lying on my back, on the mat, with multiple ladies kneeling around me.Yasmin was there, along with Elsa, a medic of some kind, and first chick I’d fought with.“Is this circumstance between us at an end?” I inquired of her in Old Kingdom Hittite.“Your insolence remains unbroken, dog,” she seethed. Old Kingdom Hittite.“What I did does not matter,” I sighed. “You attacked a guest of an Executive Services personnel and would not apologize, now or then. You and I are not done.”The woman hauled back her fist to hit me. A shot rang out.“I said 'make way’ damn you,” Desiree shouted out from the far side of the crowd. Old Kingdom Hittite.“Watch your…” a woman snapped. Old Kingdom Hittite. BANG! Screaming in pain. BANG! A different scream. “I swear by all the Goddesses and Ancestors, I have six shots left and they will all be aimed to kill!” Desiree yelled. Old Kingdom Hittite.Multiple women headed for the weapon racks. Amazons couldn’t be accused of cowardice. They did part enough to let Desiree make it to my side next to Elsa.“Idiot, how have you fucked up this time?” Desiree glared down at me, so I told her. She looked to the first woman I had fought. “Is this how it happened?” this time on Old Kingdom Hittite.“He was in the Pure-blood facility,” she answered. I had figured that out already, just too late to do any good. Old Kingdom Hittite.“And in your brilliance, you decided that he was purposely picking a fight with you and the over 300 other Amazons here as opposed to him having made an honest mistake…” Desiree let that last bit hang out there. Old Kingdom Hittite.“He was in here, no matter what the reason,” my assailant persisted. “Even Katrina can’t save him from this - or you for attacking other full-bloods.” Old Kingdom Hittite. Desiree smirked.“I am not here under the orders of Katrina, Sabia,” Desiree finally identified my attacker. “I am here under the orders of Hayden, who has plans to breed with this male.” Old Kingdom Hittite.“Your willingness to deny her this pleasure will be noted,” Desiree smirked. “Cáel, did it ever occur to you that there would be separate gyms for the different status groups?” she looked back to me. At this point, Elsa motioned for two members of the security detail to take Yasmin away. All that followed was in Old Kingdom Hittite, the language of the Amazons.“Initially no. I figured it out right before the shit hit the fan. Not being a bigot, I didn’t take into account the bigotry of others,” I sighed. I wasn’t working on a fan base directly. I had to walk that fine line between 'highly spirited male’ and 'blasphemous intruder’.“They are not bigots,” Desiree interrupted the dark mutterings. “They are the Master Race.”“His insolence is infecting you,” Elsa said as she stood.“That is insulting,” Desiree mocked. “He inspires me. This is no disease. He is a living example of defiance against all odds. In case any of you missed it that was our genesis as a people.”“He shames me by showing with his own wit and blood that I should only give respect to those who show it to me and I should bow to no other. You had best earn his respect because he will not subject himself to your undeserved pride, numbers be damned,” Desiree declared.“He angers me with his jokes and cutting commentary. He also angers me for pointing out the sickness in our own ranks. You have become more prideful than competent. His greatest joke is not that he will die for his beliefs, it is that he risks so much out of compassion for us. He will not let our poisoned lineage limp on a few more decades if he cannot aid in our salvation.”'We don’t need you, this male, or any of your thoughts, half-blood,’ was the general mood of the room.“Revel in your superiority while being restricted to breeding with inferior males,” Desiree chuckled. “Again, your condescension is ridiculously absurd.”“I will breed with Cáel and have many fine daughters. You, who can still breed,” Desiree rubbed it in, “will have daughters who are even less than you. I’m sure my granddaughters will be suitably impressed with your prestige when they read about it in the scrolls.”“We cannot kill you for your abuse, but we can certainly mark you for the offenses,” Elsa smirked.“Cáel, to my side,” Desiree snapped. I struggled to stand. The medic tried to stop me.“You will tear your staples if you exert yourself,” the medic told me.“While my heart still beats, I must answer my Sister’s call to battle,” I explained to the woman. She let me struggle to my feet. I did my best to not topple into either Desiree or Elsa.“He is so wrecked he can barely stand,” one woman joked to another. In a flash, Desiree shot the speaker in the thigh, causing her to scream out and tumble to the ground.“By all means, jump up and attack me,” Desiree mocked her. “It took the male seven seconds to regain his feet. I am sure we all await your superior effort.”The woman did stand back up, shrugging off assistance as she did. I doubt she was faster than me though.“That’s nice,” Desiree continued. “You are a pure-blood. You look to be fit and excellently built. You and Cáel both have a wounded left leg. He has had the ever-living crap beaten out of him, so feel free to attack him when you are ready.”The woman looked to me then back to Desiree.“What? I need medical attention,” the woman protested.“Fine. Cáel, attack Blythe (the wounded woman),” Desiree directed.“Why?” I grunted.“Because I told you to,” Desiree chuckled. We’d been down this road before.“Ah - she’s wounded and not attacking either of us,” I reason, “so I’ll have to decline.”“There you have it, Morons,” Desiree shouted. “Had you told Cáel he was doing something wrong, he would have apologized and left.”“Had you told him to sit down and wait for a superior to show up, he would have,” Desiree continued. “But no, you had to attack him. When he had the temerity to defend himself, you closed in like a pack of jackals and let him get battered into unconsciousness. You were so eager to stomp on a male outside the public view none of you took a moment to think.”“This isn’t over between you and me,” Elsa glared at Desiree. A whispered ripple moved through the crowd. Amazons moved aside, opening a large lane from the door to us. Two bodyguards led the way. Desiree quickly pulled out her gun’s clip, chambered out the last round and placed her pistol on the mat. All around weapons were put down, not dropped.Hayden came forward flanked by another bodyguard and a female attendant.“Cáel, to my side,” she commanded evenly. I weaved to her right side. “Kneel.” I nearly face-planted I was so overwhelmed by pain.“Tegan, please tell me what is going on,” Hayden addressed the most senior member present.The woman stepped forward and gave her own, skewed, version of events.“I have already misused too much time on this male’s behalf,” Hayden mused. “My only conclusion drawn from all these issues is that I am the Spiritual Leader of a bunch of prejudiced, arrogant, conceited cunts,” she finished angrily.“Please explain to me how one male barely a month out of a rural, tiny college in the middle of nowhere has bewildered so many of my women?” Hayden scanned the room.“He attacked me,” Sabia complained.“Maybe that will teach you to not attack an opponent who has eighteen centimeters and thirty kilograms on you,” Hayden sighed.“Especially, by your own admission, you knew he and another woman were practicing an intricate martial art you were unfamiliar with,” Hayden appeared strict and maternal. “Don’t give me 'he was a male’ either. All complaints concerning the 'New Directive’ are to be directed to Katrina, Tessa, or myself.”“We are not a pack of hyenas who lash out wildly, without consideration for our laws,” she declared.“We must defend ourselves,” Tegan insisted.“Yes,” Hayden nodded. “I agree. Your point would be?”“He attacked Sabia,” Tegan pointed out.“I am well aware of that,” Hayden related patiently. “Sabia launched an unprovoked attacked, refused to explain herself and didn’t take the presence of a guest into account. What would you have done in the same situation?”“He is a man,” Tegan stated.“He is a man. He is also a Havenstone employee, a servant of Katrina and a part of a program I have initiated,” Hayden kept at it. “What do you suggest? I instruct the males to stand patiently while you slit their throats? We would rapidly run out of men to recruit.”“In case you have forgotten the discussion that leads to our extinction,” Hayden grew chilly. “By all means throw yourself off the top of the building. Do not expect me to do the same, or welcome your attempt to murder my offspring with your intransigent. Cáel, how many days is it now?” she teased me.“76 Hayden,” I responded, “though I still plan to spend that first night with Buffy.”“Still more afraid of her than me?” Hayden openly joked with me. Cold-ass woman.“I’m starting to think she’s gene-spliced with a lady-jaguar,” I confessed. “Not only does she make these spooky growling noises, she perches over doors I frequently use.”There was a hush over the room.“Oh Goddess, Sisters,” Hayden groaned. “Its levity. He is not being serious - you know, being playful and amusing to lessen the stress of a situation. Cáel, stop trying to get yourself killed. Many of these women could greatly benefit some time with you.”“With, or without weapons?” I looked up. Hayden swatted my hair.“Bad!” Hayden waggled a finger in my face. “Bad Male! Bad!” She look to the stunned/amused assembly. “This is really all it takes.”“He called us unworthy,” another Amazon spoke up.“And his opinion of you would matter - why?” Hayden looked at the woman.“He said he would only bow before the Worthy,” another woman persisted. Hayden groaned.“You really are a problem,” Hayden looked at me with frightening compassion.“I apologize,” I said obsequiously.“If you want Cáel to kneel, call Katrina and convince her to make you Cáel’s boss. Then he will kneel, follow, leap in front of bullets, punch your enemies, play with your children, or get your lunch. It is what he does and he’s done all that before and more. If you want to make him jump, take ten minutes out of your busy lives and use a phone,” Hayden scanned the room.“Can I return to my dinner, or is there another bout of insanity that I need to deal with?” Hayden pleasantly menaced the room.“Ummm, Hayden,” I asked softly, “are medical people coming for the three women who were shot.” I got a pat on the head.“Yes they are. It was very much 'you’ to ask. Now stop stressing your wounded leg,” she smiled. “From what I understand you have slept with three different women in the past 48 hours, plus roughhousing with three children for half a day. For a man who has been wounded as much as you have, I would think you would have more common sense where recovery was concerned.”“I’ll endeavor to be less of a problem…for what’s that worth,” I grinned. Another swat on the head. Hayden made a brief goodbye to the group then left the room. The looks I was getting told volumes. They hadn’t forgiven me for deciding to fight back. That was too much to ask. What I was getting was embarrassment. They had acted stupidly and knew it.They had been in such a rush to reassert their superiority they had forgotten to engage their brains. In hindsight, what was I going to do? Fight them all? Make a break for it? Had they calmly exerted their authority, I would have acquiesced. I would have clearly embraced that option. Once they enjoined violence, they had backed me into a corner.At that point, they couldn’t win. They didn’t have the time to break me and no amount of damage I sustained would change the equation. I knew I was going to get beaten so there was no incentive for me to do anything but fight. I had fought Rhada and Madi after all. Best of all, their irrational actions had been highlighted by their highest official.There were a few 'he should have submitted’. Those speakers weren’t convincing anyone, even themselves. Their tame males would have bowed down. Hell, they wouldn’t have been in this position in the first place. With pain and blood, I was starting to make inroads. Amazons didn’t have a version of the French Foreign Legion at Camarón, or the 300 Spartans at Thermopylae.Sacrifice was occasionally necessary, but not celebrated. This was not to say giving your life for another wasn’t appreciated. It was, yet the emphasis was on killing your enemy before such a deed was inevitable. Vastly outnumbered throughout their history, the lessons they drilled into the next generation was one of killing your enemy swiftly.Going toe to toe with your foes was a luxury they could not afford. Numbers and ill-fortune could be calamitous. The Amazons in the gym saw nothing wrong with the Elsa having a spear while I had nothing. In the same way, they had no problem with 'how’ I attacked Sabia, only that I had attacked her at all.It had been foolish of Sabia to turn her back on me, not knowing who I was. Had they been in my position, they would have hit her from behind too. What they did value was loyalty, martial valor and respect. Betraying a fellow Amazon was probably a horrific crime to them. Personal grievances were most likely dealt with internally with the declaration of a blood feud.Martial valor - well, duh. They were Amazons. I was willing to bet every one of the new male recruits had some sort of combative ability. Tessa and Katrina would not want to dump neophytes into this cauldron without some sort of defensive training. Their system of respect was an elaborate structure I had barely pierced.Prestige/blood purity was important, yet clearly competence counted as well. Hayden, Katrina and Tessa were all scary-smart. The last two were pretty young for their critical
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