Agent in the Dark (The Agents for Good) by Guy Stanton III

good. She’d given me one of the most pleasurable experiences of my life by first taking away one of the worst headaches I’d ever had and then lavishing me with a massage I hadn’t even had to ask for.
    My hands moved to her upper back. She turned her head on her arms to face me and watched me as I worked.
    “What does sex do for you other than the pleasurable aspect of it?” She asked.
    “Helps take the edge off for a while and I feel more no rmal.” I responded honestly. Then I added, “I don’t have as many headaches either.”
    I glanced at her, “Why do you ask? Are you considering on speeding up our get to know each other plan of yours?”
    “I’d still like some more time please before things come to that.” She said softly.
    I sighed loudly with drama. Of course she did. She wan ted more time by which to torment me. All and all though I didn’t regret going with Option B. She’d already proven to me that it had been the better of the two options. So I would give her more time, because she was worth the wait and she had my respect.
     
    “How long were you on this island of yours?” She asked.
    “Five years.”
    “How long was it before that you um……..”
    “Two years.”
    “That’s a long time for a man that suffers like you do.”
    “Testily I commented, “Do you really think you have to remind me of that?”
    “I’m sorry.”
    She didn’t sound sorry though.
    “Was she pretty?”
    “Yes.”
    “Prettier than me?”
    “No.”
    “What happened to her?”
    I met her gaze point blank and said, “I killed her, after I’d raped her for several days.”
    Her eyes remained enigmatic in concern to hiding her thoughts from me. She wasn’t shocked like I had expected her to be.
    “You’re lying.” She said softly, her gaze never leaving mine.
    I looked down to my hands busy at work on her lower back, “What makes you say that?”
    “I just know. You shouldn’t lie, it’s a sin.”
    Time went by, “What really happened?” She asked.
    “I’m not talking about it!” I said roughly.
    She turned her head to the other side before asking, “Could you massage my bottom again. It feels really good what you’re doing.”
    My hands returned and grimly I acknowledged that her bo ttom did feel really good.
    “You are deliberately messing with me aren’t you?” I said testily.
    “Yes.” Was her only response, but I could hear her smile in that single word.
    “You’re crazy!” I said shaking my head, as I moved back down to her thighs.
    “That makes two of us then.” She responded.
    She had me there. Of the two of us I certainly wasn’t the one in control anymore, she was. How had that happened?

 
    Chapter Nine
    Jail Break
    I’d found a pair of binoculars in an office near the top floor. Some bygone businessman’s preoccupation of snooping into other people’s lives no doubt. I was putting them to good use though, as I scanned the city below.
    I wanted to get out of the city, but I just hadn’t seen an opening yet given the intensive ground search being co nducted throughout the city. There was an intersection several blocks away and I watched a group of Code people stop there for a moment. The Code people were made obvious by their finer attire and well fed appearances, even from a distance.
     
    I watched the group. They just stood there, as if waiting on something. A little later several other small groups joined them. That was a curious occurrence. Five minutes later I saw the approach of a big chopper that began to descend between the buildings. All the waiting Code people boarded it when it landed on the street.
    The chopper took off and was gone. I caught glimpses of other choppers leaving the city too. The Code people were performing a mass exodus it would seem.
    I dropped the binoculars and they shattered off the floor, as the significance of what such an action by our hunters could mean, became all too real to me. I jumped out of the chair and was traveling down