Warlord Metal by D Jordan Redhawk Page A

laughed hysterically, trying to wriggle away but unable. So, she attacked in kind, giving as good as she got.
    Jordan laughed as the two of them wrestled around. Just what the doctor ordered. A little roughhousing to release the jitters. But, as things progressed, she began to feel other things as well. She ignored the voices, living in the moment of laughter and warmth and closeness. The sudden urge to caress the belly under her with more than her hands brought her to her senses.
    Gotta get outta this! After living with the girl for over two years, she knew how to bring a screeching halt to any of the little flirting sessions that had reared their ugly heads along the way. The redhead slowly allowed Sonny to gain the upper hand.
    "Hah!" the teenager grinned. She finally had her opponent pinned on the mattress, straddling her hips and holding her hands above her head. "I've gotcha now!"
    Jordan's body suddenly lost its fight, no longer struggling against the dark girl. Her emerald eyes became hooded and she said in a sultry voice, "Whatcha gonna do with me?"
    Sonny's heart pounded and she flushed at the immediate image the redhead's voice brought up. Damn it! Get a grip, girl! Not willing to concede so easily, she tossed her dark hair to one side and said with great courage, "I don't know. Maybe I should spank you for attacking me like that."
    Eyes flashed and the teenager barely got her mouth open to yell before she found herself back on the bed, Jordan pinning her down in much the same way as she'd been moments before. The redhead leaned close, staring into pale blue ice. Their breath mingled and the dark girl swallowed, half in fear and half in hope.
    "Maybe I should spank you for your insolence." An eyebrow was raised in appraisal. Yes! Do it! Jordan shook her head, clearing it of the erotic image - red cheeks, tender flesh, wet and willing. She sat up and released the teenager, a cool grin plastered on her face. "Go take your shower, squirt."
    Sonny swallowed hard, slowly sitting up. She watched Jordan wander back over to the television and return to flipping through the channels.
     
    Jan 3, 2001
    Well, tomorrow we leave Medford, Oregon and head into California. It's been snowing in the mountains nearby, so it'll be rough going at this time of year. But so far, so good. Both the Honda and Max's van are still plugging away - no mechanical problems. (Knock on wood!)
    We spent the week through Christmas at home. It was pretty nice. I got to see Shelly and Lamont and some other friends. Tinker was pretty happy to see us, too. Well, after she spent a day and a half being standoffish and 'punishing' me for being gone so long! Cats can be so fickle! I am glad that Shelly has been keeping an eye on her, though.
    I checked in at school. I also got a lot of my chem lab out of the way... Mr. Elliott was good enough to come in on a Saturday so we could work on it for a few hours. So, now I'm officially caught up on that aspect of my education! The rest is pretty much all finished -- I've done most of the assignments and turned them in. I took a few tests that were backed up while I was there, too.
    The band is doing fantastic. Things are starting to pick up and they're actually getting people returning to their shows rather than coming to see the band they're opening for. It's pretty exciting! I know that Tom is really happy, too. This is what he's dreamed of for so long. I'm glad I was able to work things out.
    Jordan's being... Jordan, I guess. About the only time she's in the motel rooms we stay in is when we're going to leave the following morning. Or to take a nap before shows. She's hardly ever here. It's worse than when we're living in Portland! I can count on a couple of girls a week at home - not every freaking night!
    There's been a couple of times that she and Lando have taken over the other motel room for their orgies. Those are the nights Tom stays in my room. I don't know what Max and Lisa do. Probably sleep in his