The Whirlwind's Ride. Tom Boone's Anderson

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      She turned and looked at me. “I would think you would want your bait as far ahead of you as possible.”

      “I said bait, not sacrifice. The idea is, the creature senses your fear and attacks you. I pull you behind me, it attacks me to get at you, I kill it, and we're done.”

      “It attacks you and you kill it. That's all there is to it.”

      “Pretty much.”

      “You’re insane. I'm in here with an insane man.”

      “Listen lady... let's start over. My name is Bob Nesslun. Please call me Bob.”

      Silence

      “And you are?”

      “Dr Carroll”

      “And I call you”

      “Dr Carroll”

      “Listen Dr Carroll, I've killed better than fifty crocs, twice as many tics, and a handful of ghouls”

      “All with your bare hands I suppose.”

      “Pretty much.”

      We walked together in silence. In spite of herself, Dr Carroll stayed close. She didn't want to die. There is something about a frightened woman that usually makes you want to put your arms around her to protect her.

      My problem was that with every step she looked better to me. I wanted to put my arms around Dr Carroll, but only as a prelude to stripping her naked so I could lick her from head to toe. This has to stop I thought. I grabbed Dr Carroll and turned her around so she faced me eyeball to eyeball.

      “Listen, I really have done this many times. Killing a croc is easy for me. I won't let you get hurt. The capital city is only a couple of hours away by transport. If I kill the croc as easily as I say I can, you go there with me, let me buy you the best meal at the finest restaurant in town, and give me the chance to prove to you that I'm not such a bad guy after all.” I gave her my best smile. Dr Carroll’s face didn't budge.

      “Mr. Nesslun.”

      “Please call me Bob.”

      “Mr. Nesslun, if by some miracle you kill the croc and we both get of this alive, I want you to take me to my quarters. And after we have had sex, I will do whatever you want me to do.” Dr Carroll turned and walked away. I hurried to catch up.

      “Here, monster, monster, monster.”

      Dr Carroll turned and gave me a look that if made solid would have left no piece of me larger than a slice of bread. “Can't you take this seriously? Haven't you seen the bodies we keep passing?” she said.

      “I can't help them, they're gone. But I can kill the croc, their families can get the bodies back and the expedition can get back to work. I just need you to lighten up.”

      I love to watch the wheels turn as a beautiful woman considers a problem. Dr Carroll stood on her toes and kissed me lightly on the lips.

      “I'm sorry. You're just trying to do your job and I should be trying to help. I'm just not up to joking around.”

      We walked together in silence, Dr Carroll slightly ahead. I was so glad Dr Carroll couldn't tell what I was thinking. As we walked along I tried to tear my eyes off her from time to time so I could watch for the croc. Damn, she looked good.

      I was having so much trouble keeping my hands off Dr Carroll; it was a relief when the croc charged out of a side corridor. I picked Dr Carroll up and put her behind me. This was my dance.

      The Ride started and I was just a spectator. The Croc took a swing at me, but The Ride moved my body just enough out of the way so the claw barely missed. The Ride moved my body in close and still managed to avoid the croc’s claws as my fist struck it with all my body’s strength and momentum concentrated in the one knuckle of my body’s fist that perfectly hit the croc’s rib bone. One strike to break the bone, one strike to free a sharp shard of that bone, one strike to position it...I heard a scream behind me...and a last blow to shove it through the croc's heart.

      I turned around to see another croc holding Dr Carroll to the floor with its foot, its claw coming down to cut off her head. The Ride was over. I jumped in front of Dr Carroll diverting the claw from her neck but slicing me belly to upper thigh. The Ride began again. My body was in a perfect position to concentrate every ounce of strength in my body to strike the side of the creature's neck just below the jaw. The angle was perfect to break the bone and force a piece of that bone to sever the croc's spine. The Ride was over I managed to pull Dr Carroll and myself out from under the croc before it dropped like a bag of wet rags.

      Dr Carroll let the doctor take over. She had me lay flat; blood covered intestine sticking out of my belly, blood pouring out the slice to the top of my inner thigh. As Dr Carroll worked she talked to me. “Lie still. Don't move. Do you feel any pain?”

      “Yes and I'm feeling lightheaded,” I told her.

      Dr Carroll gave me something for the pain, pushed the intestine back in, and applied a temporary patch. Dr Carroll worked on the bleeding, sealing one blood vessel after another.

      “You should have let it kill me. Then you could have killed it without being hurt yourself.”

      “I couldn't let it hurt you Dr Carroll.”

      “If it had killed you it would have killed me anyway.”

      “How could I possibly let such a pretty head be separated from such a luscious body?”

      Dr Carroll gave me a look so full of sexual promise; I knew I was going to live.

      “I really do need to put you in the hospital one of these days” Dr Carroll said with a smile.

      When Dr Carroll got to the part of the cut just below where the thigh meets the torso, she lifted the piece of skin to look and turned white as a sheet.

      “Lie still...don't move...don't even breathe...Okay Breathe, But Slowly, Gently!”

      “I am giving you something to paralyze you from the waist down, and this will make you sleep.” Then Dr Carroll put her eyeballs so close to my eyeballs that our eyelashes brushed each other.

      “Don’t You Die On Me!”

      “Don’t You Dare Die On Me!”

      I let my eyes close slowly thinking how beautiful Dr Carroll’s eyes were.

      I opened my eyes to see Dr Carroll sitting in a chair next to my bed looking back at me. The room was blindingly white, the bed reasonably soft, and the air antiseptic in an institutional way. Dr Carroll’s clothes were nicer, her hair more carefully curled, her makeup more elaborate, more carefully done, but what really caught my attention was the look on Dr Carroll’s face. It was the look a woman gives you when she knows you are going to have sex with her and you are going to have more fun than you have ever had before.

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