She looked at me, raised her self a little. And in eye to eye contact she said. Prakash, darling you made me your lover. Prakash you are a real lover....You made me feel the real woman. Till date I treated myself like an object of satisfaction for other. Today I felt that I can also have such pleasure with your efforts. We were again making love to each other.That night was like a golden night for both of us. We didn’t sleep that night at all. We laid our selves to gather between each session. We. At 3:30 everything was quiet and there had been no additional bulletins.With everything running smoothly I left for the day. Patti wanted to stay a couple more hours and that made it an easy decision.The ride home was normal so I had the radio on to hear if there had been any attacks anywhere. I was also monitoring the KCC radio system.There had been a bomb detonated in a parking garage in central New York at 2 PM with a lot of damage but no loss of life. They had picked the wrong time or else. "Why did they begin to fear me? Oh that's easy, I figured out theperfect emotion, and they didn't approve." She smiled and walkedtowards him, watching his eyes as he tried to avert his gaze from her."I discovered that the sexual tension of a human male being forced to dothings against his will, all the while willingly do so, is at theright... well shall we say frequency for me. The more intense themoment, the more I gain." She was standing in front of him, lookingdown at him. He was. The rage between her legs is excruciating. “Please don’t.”Between disbelieving sobs, Nikki hears Footsteps and the rolling thing move away from her. Tree Man is still behind. She longs to be in those giant hands again, pressed against his boundless masculinity. Nikki petulantly screams in her head for her silent collaborator to fuck her. But it’s not to be.“Cunt. Stand up and close your eyes.”She does so but not before hearing Footsteps come back one more time and place something on the floor.