potential lead. Not as a way to get to Jericho. Not as someone he might kill. He

looked at her the way a guy is supposed to look at a woman in certain instances.

And he found a beautiful young lady who wanted him, staring back.

 

He blinked. A memory flickered across the horizon of his brain. A young man. A

young woman. Flesh on flesh. Bodies as one. The rise, and fall, and the

aftermath. All…something wonderful.

 

Something he’d never experienced since.

 

Her hand stopped stroking. She leaned over and kissed him. “Come on,” she said.

She slipped between the seats and into the back of the van.

 

Rogers slowly followed. She turned around, kissed him again, and started to

undress. Rogers looked around at the cluttered interior of the van and then

stared over at her as her clothes hit the dirty floor.

 

He eyed something on a shelf, pulled out the cloth tarp, and laid it down. “How

gentlemanly of you,” said Davis with a smirk. She crawled over to him.

 

He looked down at her. He had seen her naked twice now. But this was different.

Her body was…beautiful. Even the dragon on the triceps was arousing him.

 

Davis pushed her breasts into him as she reached up and slipped off his jacket.

When she started to undo the buttons on his shirt he stopped her.