Genetic Armageddon

Rochester, Minnesota seemed like a nice town. I thought it was pretty. We drove through it until we stopped at our little motel. We got some burgers, ate and watched Terminator Two on cable. That night we slept good. It was about four thirty in the morning when my bladder woke me up. I had to go pretty bad. Reggie was still sleeping. I had just finished peeing.

There was a loud bang, boom, bang on the bathroom door. I yelled, "ieek!" and abruptly leaped off the commode. I yelled, "What is it?"

Reggie said, "You got to get out of there! They are here!" I heard a helicopter and as I came out of the bathroom, I saw the light from the head light of the helicopter shine into the room. Suddenly, there was a spray of bullets across the window shattering glass across the bed. Reggie grabbed my hands and we dove onto the floor. My heart was racing. Reggie got out his Silver gun with the silencer. Bullets were still spraying across the bed, the inner walls, and onto the table. Bullets were shattering lamps and mirrors everywhere in the motel room. Reggie periodically placed his hands on the bed along with the gun, pointed his gun at the black helicopter and let off a couple of rounds.

I shouted, "Do you have another gun?!"

He replied, "No, but you got to stay down, crawl to the door and open it. See if there are any more of them outside!"

I crawled under the table and then to the door. I opened it, and everybody in the hotel was screaming, running to their cars, and driving away. I looked for our vehicle, grabbed my purse and the keys, and ran for it. I jumped into the Explorer and honked the horn. Reggie let off a couple more rounds and ran to the truck. The minute he got inside, I squealed the tires and raced off into the sunrise.

Things were quiet for about five minutes. I looked through my rear view mirror and that black helicopter was gaining three blocks behind us. He was quickly on top of us.

Reggie yelled, "Faster! Faster!" I thought it was pointless. We couldn’t outrun a helicopter.

I yelled back, "Shoot the damn thing’s back rudder!"

Reggie stuck his face out the window and sprayed some bullets at the passengers. The thing came down closer to the vehicle. Reggie said, "They're lowering some rope. There is a guy coming down the rope. Do something!?"

The helicopter noises drowned out his voice, but he yelled louder. I started to swerve the vehicle side to side so the guy wouldn’t land on the roof. I was swerving to the left and the helicopter moved three feet to the right. They let off some shots that went into the side of the door. Reggie shot at the guy hanging on the rope. It was a direct hit right in his heart. He dropped to the pavement like lead. He lay there, presumably dead. The helicopter kept pursuing us.

They decided to change their strategy. They dropped down a bunch of ropes with hooks on them. The hooks grabbed the back of the Explorer and hoisted it up. Our back end went upward as the wheels lifted off the pavement. The vehicle was swaying in the air. The front end was ten feet off the ground and I was on my edge. Oh God. How was I going to get out of this? I thought.

Chapter 7

It was in the middle of the afternoon when we finished shopping. We got some new furniture for the house. We bought a living room set. The love seat, sofa, and chair were fluffy and soft covered with dark purple leather. We got a coffee table that had brass legs. We bought a nice, large, round, white, shaggy oriental rug and placed it under the coffee table. The place had four bedrooms, but we only furnished two of the bedrooms. We got a brass king-sized bed. We decked the bed with a large cream color comforter. We got matching sheets and king-sized pillows. We bought some oak dressers, and had some people put in beautiful curtains all over the house. The vans came to drop off everything. The interior decorators and everybody’s uncle under the sun came to help us decorate the place to make it homey.

After everything was done, we decided to go swimming. The entire backyard was sandy. It led directly to the ocean. I always wanted to have a sandy beach in my backyard. I thought it was cool.

Reggie got his swimming suit on. I had a gold colored two-piece suit with black trimming. I thought it would make my figure enticing. I wanted Reggie to take a very close look at the full picture. Yes! I wanted his eyes to glide over my curves like oil. He took notice as soon as I came out into the living room! "Oh Yeah!" I was dressed to get wet all right. I intended to. Reggie’s eyes widened with passionate excitement, as if a hurricane or fire had just stirred his soul. His eyes were like hawk eyes. They silently and emotionally tasted my voluptuous curves, like warm, yellow honey, shinning in the sunlight. He held himself back like a lion, waiting in the grassy plains, to violently pounce on his prey and devour the spoils hungrily, clawing, pawing, and ripping through moist tasty juices. I could almost see saliva building behind his mouth, anticipating a moist, passionate kiss.

As I walked by, he quickly stood up, ran behind me, and softly caressed my waist with his soft warm palm. My body reacted immediately. My toes dug into the carpet. I gasped for breath. My head tilted back as I stretched my neck upon his smooth shaven face. He began to gently kiss my neck and my ear lobe. I closed my eyes and gasped for air. I forgot how a kiss could arouse the beast, deep within my pelvis. Juices were flowing. I tried to ignore them. He took his left hand and slowly ran his fingers through my hair while his right hand slowly crawled around my flat belly and went to my cleavage. He caressed my breasts for the first time since we had been together. My nipples came alive. They stood to attention like they were anticipating a warm and wet mouth to tenderly love them indefinitely. His right hand slowly came over my belly button and into my bikini bottom. I felt his large hands ravish themselves through my blonde jungle and then--oooh, huh, ah, ah mmmmm, yea! His index finger and his middle finger began to quietly negotiate with my golden increment. For a minute, I couldn’t handle the intense pleasure. My knees got weak and I melted into his arms.