1992

Robert sighed looking down at the raptor cage. They were just a few weeks old, but all ready growing at an insane rate. Watching them hiss and circle about, he knew that Hammond playing God would only result in a chain fall of events that would soon become unstoppable. He had been hired since he was the best, but in these few months since his eyes were opened up to what this place could do, he knew there was no turning back. By dusk after a complete grounds check, he left the night security teams in charge while he retired early for the night. Usually he would take the night shift, having suffered from insomnia nearly his whole life he always felt it better whenever he was up on the watch tower, glaring down at the gated in jungle. Instead tonight, he knew Wendy would be waiting for him. Yesterday she had caused him a slight scare when he heard over the radios that she had fainted as a result of heat stroke. She was brought by jeep to the medic tent and looked over, before the resident paramedic said it was minor, and ordered her strict bed rest and fluids for the reminder of the week. Robert knew this was typical Wendy, always pushing herself too far when she was over exhausted. He had come worried, charging into the tent and instantly felt his heart sigh with relief the moment he saw her sitting up, holding the cool cloth that had been placed over her forehead. Wendy was a trainer, and mostly and stuck with the small creatures. He heard she was been going over the overlay of where a new habit would be set when she collapsed in one of the South fields. He knew she had been embarrassed by what happened, and dropped her eyes when he hurried over, kneeling down and grasping her hand. When she repeated she was all right, and shook her head claiming it was her own fault, he squeezed her hand tight showing anger instead of the complete terror he felt inside.

"Damnit Wendy, you need to take better care of yourself!"

Wendy dropped her golden colored eyes and instantly Robert regretted his tone with her. Sighing, he turned her hand over and gently kissed it before muttering how sorry he was. Since then, she had been set up in their quarters, where she had been resting until now. Carrying his rifle against his shoulder, he walked down the grated platform stairs towards the main complex. She was an animal trainer, originally starting off down in Florida in the sea parks. Wendy at age eighteen had trained dolphins, seals, and even two sharks. Quickly after working over seas in both Austria and Africa she worked at several revisitations training wild tigers. Her reputation became well known, and just last year he met her when Hammond recruited her. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew he met somebody just as crazy as him. It was love at first sight. They had gotten engaged just last month, the two had taken a brief holiday in Kenya, where he had been born. Most of his family was dead now, but besides a few distant cousins, he rarely got the chance to visit those parts anymore. For a few weeks both Wendy and him toured the land as he showed her all the vast areas he had grown up around. Once they were flying back in the chopper, he reached into his pocket and produced the ring.

Since then they were inseparable. After swiping his security pass key, he entered the compound and first went down to the main office where he secured his rifle, locking it away. After checking the monitors, and making sure the guards were on watch, he told one of the men his beeper was on before climbing the stairs to the living quarters. Inside the central air was on full blast and felt at least twenty degrees cooler than outside where the weather was hot and muggy. Strolling to the elevator, he rode inside it waiting before the steel doors opened up and led him out to the long hallway. The walls were an off white, covered with expensive artwork for the creatures, with track lighting overhead. The carpet was a dark brown, and as he walked forward he past dozens of different exotic plants. Walking to one of the doors, he used his own private pass card that served as a key and heard the beep before entering. Wendy and him had shared this area above the compound for nearly a year now. The living quarters were good sized. In fact the entire top floor of the compound served as living quarters for the full time staff, which usually was only five or six of them. Hammond made it like a luxury hotel, and as always had spared no expense. Walking in, he shut the door behind him and looked ahead. There was a small main room, which served almost like a living room or pallor. It also had plush brown carpet, with dark leather furniture. The bay window, which over looked the jungle had the curtains closed. There were only a few baby spot lights over the glass bar, which showed Robert that Wendy must have still been in bed. Taking his beeper, he placed it on one of the wooden end tables. Turning, he shoved his hands in his shorts pockets and entered the bedroom.

Inside the curtains were drawn as well. Wendy laid asleep in the middle of the king sized bed, underneath the silk plum colored sheets. Her wild red hair sprawled out as she laid turned over, the outline of her body underneath the sheet. For a moment Robert just stood there, leaning against the doorway starring at her. She was laying on her side, her body almost in a perfect S shape. Looking at her after a long and exhausting day was almost as fresh as a nice cold glass of water. Smirking, he walked over before sitting on the edge of the bed. Looking down, he saw her face. She was younger than him, by nearly sixteen years. She had tanned skin, brilliant red hair, and golden sparking eyes. She continued sleeping, and Robert couldn't help but hate how pale she looked despite her deep summer tan. He knew this heat stroke hadn't been any joke, and she had been pushing herself too hard. Reaching down, he gently brushed a few strands of her hair away, before turning his hand over and stroking the smooth soft side of her skin. Smiling, he listened to her mutter, as she slowly began to wake. Eyes opening, she gazed up at him with sleepy eyes before lazily smiling up at him.

"How long have you been sitting there?"

"Ages…"

Leaning over, he opened his mouth and covered hers devouring her with a deep kiss. Their mouths opened and closed and his tongue lightly darted in and out tasting her. Once the kiss released, and he draw his face back somewhat breathless, he knew nothing else would feel better than a cold shower, and some nice afternoon sex. Reaching forward he cupped her plump breast with his hand, squeezing it through her black sports bra.

"How you feeling love?"

He asked as her hand traveled down to the fork in his crotch. Gently her thin fingers ran over the budge that was forming there. Smirking, she shrugged.

"I'm fine, been sleeping the whole day…"

"Resting plenty I hope."

"I've gotten enough rest, been missing you though. Wish this stupid medic knew what he was talking about."

Robert's brow wrinkled as he sighed, gently stroking her arm.

"It's heat stroke love, you just over did it."

Laying back down against the pillows, she shook her head, raising her arms and stretching out before dropping them.

"I just feel a little stir crazy…"

"I know, but if that damn fool Hammond isn't going to be responsible, I will."

"He's your friend…"

"He's also our boss, and should know better to watch out for his employees."

"I can take care of myself Robert…"

Gathering her hand in his, he gave it a dull squeeze, smiling a how his seemed to swallow hers up.

"I know, your so trough…"

Smiling, she looked as he kissed her hand.

"But I want to take care of you too. Let me?"

Nodding, Wendy stared up at him.

"How did today go?"

Sighing, Robert laid her hand against his cheek.

"Same old same."

"How are they?"

"They are growing at an alarming rate…I have a feeling once we transfer them to the main holding pen it's going to be a whole lot harder than Hammond expected."

Just then the central air switched on, causing a steady hum above them. Glancing at the night stand he saw her water half drank, sitting in front of a small framed photograph of them Arnold had taken of them a few months back at the main land at a local shore side bar. In the photo both were sitting together, his arm around her, both smiling with glasses raised. It was one of the few times he seemed relaxed and able to not look so worried. Within the hour, Robert found himself laying back completely naked. Wendy was in nothing but her bra, sitting on his lap, slowly lifting herself up and down with ease, causing his throbbing erection to pulse upward inside of them. Tilting her head back, her eyes closed she softly moaned with pleasure as he firmly held onto her hips. Starring up at her, he bit down on his bottom lip and grunted as he felt himself building close.

Most evenings after they had dinner and retired for the night both would end up in bed like this. Robert remembered last weekend when they had Sunday off. That entire night they didn't leave the room once. Snapping his eyes shut he loudly moaned as he felt his erection twitch as an orgasm squirted out, causing his legs to tingle. Throwing his head back, he felt himself empty inside of her as she leaned forward collapsing against his chest. Lifting her face, she stared down at him, her face glowing with the gentle exhaustion of sex as she leaned down and softly kissed him. Slowly she lifted herself and crawled off him before snugging in close to his deeply tanned and muscular arm.

Gently smiling, he kissed her temple before staring up at the ceiling. Just last night, after she was brought back to their quarters to rest. He had been upset, but once they crawled underneath the sheets, she reached forward and began tugging at him, the way she often playfully did whenever they did their rounds in the jeeps. He at first wanted to tell her to quit it and just rest. Instead he laid back, quivering as she quickly moved her hand back and forth as fast as she could. Somehow that was Wendy, no matter what was going on she was always trying to make him feel better. Remembering how pale her face looked the day before, once he had finished he turned over, kissing her before breathing heavy and laying against her. As they drifted off to sleep, he softly whispered to her that he couldn't wait to make her Mrs. Muldoon. Smiling she laid there before telling him that she all ready was. Now, still drained from the sex, he laid there trying to get his breathing under control as she snuggle up against his chest. Reaching forward her fingers drummed against his chest, then slowly down to his stomach, and finally further. She felt her fingers wrap around his limp soft sex, and dully squeeze. Softly laughing, he leaned his head against hers before lifting her hand with her sparking engagement ring on it. He promised himself by the end of the month despite how tight Muldoon was making the schedule, that he would request for some time off for the two of them. All he wanted was a week at the most, take her back to the states, enough time to marry her…and make sure he would never let her go. By ten that night, she as fast asleep in his arms. They had started again after Wendy began touching him.

The energy this woman woman had was amazing. They had gone into the bathroom and drew a cool shower, where the two of them stood underneath the pouring shower heads, arms loosely around each other into both were frozen solid and came out, helping dry each other off. He stood and shaved, while she blew dried her hair. Getting into boxer shorts, he smirked at his reflection and commented on how thin his hair was getting. Dressed in a extra baggy Jurassic Park T-shirt that nearly fell down to her knees. Wrapping her arms from behind him around his waist she smiled saying she thought he looked sexy that way. Once they were back in bed, both fell asleep drifting off listening to the rain outside begin to loudly hit the windows oust side. Snapping awake, his large blue eyes darted around. He had just awoke from a terrible nightmare. He was dreaming about raptors, surrounding him in the darkness. Once he woke with a start, he felt his chest heave as he looked around. He was back in his room, the steady hum of the air, and all of the lights off. Glancing over, he saw his Wendy sleeping soundly beside him. Leaning down, he inhaled the sweet smell of her hair before closing his eyes. Holding onto her closer, he instantly felt better. He knew Wendy was the only his one and only comfort. And if he lost her… He would lose his mind.