Part 5
Silently Christy stood holding Max, declaring her love to him and surrendering to his embrace felt so natural to her. She raised her gaze to see the surprise and pleasure play like fireworks in his eyes. His expression turned from joy to concern. He whispered to her, " We need to get those papers." He was right. They had little time before Jamison would wonder what happened to his two guests. As she stepped back from his grasp, he continued to pick the lock. Within seconds, Max had the lock opened and they quickly stepped inside. Scanning the room, Christy spotted a picture over the desk. It was cliché, but she thought the safe would be behind it. She was right. Christy made short order of cracking the safe, and Max exchanged the fake papers for the real ones. They were in and out in 5 minutes. Max checked the hallway. Making sure no one saw them come out of the study, he then motioned to Christy that the hall was clear. "See you downstairs," he said.
Jamison saw Max make his way back to the smoking room, "How is your wife, Doctor?" Max replied, "She'll be fine. Just a slight headache." An older portly gentleman chimed in, "I hope she doesn't have many of those, like my wife does." The man guffawed loudly, as the rest of the men laughed, knowing what he meant by that. Max smiled and went along with the joke. By 10:30, the party was breaking up. Only a few guests remained. Max and Christy were anxious to get the hell out of there, but couldn't brake away from the university professor telling him his plan for funding classes in environmental studies. Jamison was then approached by one of the guests. He was a thin, suspicious-looking man, with greasy salt and pepper hair. He had stayed his distance from the Judge until now.
"I'll take those papers now, Judge," said the strange man. The judge cautiously looked over his shoulder, "They are up in my study. Follow me." In the study, Jamison opened the safe and retrieved the papers. Looking at them, something strange hit him. He remembered spilling his coffee on the edge of the papers the other day and now, looking closely, the stain was gone. Alarmed, Jamison called the upstairs butler into the room. "Did you see anyone come into this study this evening?" The butler thought and shook his head, but then remembered seeing Doctor Winthop and his wife standing by the door in a rather compromising position.
"So our Dr. Winthop is an imposter," the KAOS man concluded. "Could he be from CONTROL?"
"I'd stake my life on it," Jamison agreed.
"Well, if he has those papers, you might very well have done so, my dear Judge Jamison."
Jamison reached for the phone and called the head of security. "Alert the guards. Dr. Winthop, or whoever he is, must not leave the grounds. Stop him at all costs."
Max and Christy were at the car when the alarm sounded.
"Something went wrong. I think we've been found out," Max proclaimed.
"How could they have discovered it so fast?" Christy wondered.
Max quickly unlocked the door. "I don't know, and I don't think I want to hang around for them to tell me."
Max started the car. A guard spotted them pulling out and yelled, "HEY YOU! STOP, OR I'LL SHOOT!"
Max threw the car in reverse, and peeled out. Shots were fired at the car as Max maneuvered it toward the gate. "Hold on!" Max warned Christy, as he crashed through the gate.
The car sliced right through the gate like butter, leaving a trail of dust and debris behind.
Jamison ran to the gate. "Call ahead, and put road blocks along the highway. That car must not reach Washington!"
Max drove like a madman to get some distance between them and the guards that were sure to follow.
"Do you think we'll run into any road blocks along the way?" Christy asked.
"If I know KAOS, you can bet on it," Max said, keeping his eyes focused on the road.
"If there were only a cut-off, or an alternate way," Christy commented.
Max snapped his fingers, "Yes, of course! I don't know why I didn't think of this before."
"What? Is there another way out?"
"Sort of." Max pulled off the road, and killed the lights. "If I remember right, about 2 more miles up this road is a turn off. It's just a rest stop, but there's another road that leads about 5 miles into the woods to a cabin. It's used to house VIP's for important meetings, and it's very well hidden. I don't think KAOS will find it. They haven't yet. I'll call the Chief, and arrange assistance for a morning escort back into Washington. I think that's the best plan."
Max drove deep into the woods. Luckily, he knew the way, or he would have never found it. He ditched the car in a nearby cave, and both of them walked to the cabin. Max opened the door and flipped on the lights. The cabin hadn't been in use for quite a while, but it was cozy just the same. A large living room with a huge fireplace. And the cabin came equipped with two sleeping quarters.
Max removed his shoe phone and called the Chief. "Chief? It's Max. Yes, we're ok. Agent Mayfield and I won't be making it back tonight. We barely make it out of the party with our lives. Yes, we have the plans, but KAOS knows, and they are searching for us. We hid out at the cabin off of Highway 16. We need help getting out. Ok, Chief. We'll rendezvous at 9 a.m. at the rest stop. See you tomorrow. Oh and Chief, . let 99 know I'm ok, and tell her what happened. Thanks." Max hung up and walked to the kitchen. He found nothing but a few cans of food.
Max looked at the cans, "If we get hungry, I guess this will have to do. I'll get some firewood," Max said as he headed outside. Christy stood in the middle of the room and started to think about what happened in the hallway, back at the mansion. Her feelings were clear to her, and she wanted to tell him. In a few minutes, Max came in, carrying an armful of logs. He dumped them in a box and started to build a fire. Christy tried to still the beating of her heart, but couldn't. Not with him so close.
"Max, I .I love you," Christy confessed softly.
Max didn't react to her heart-felt statement. He just continued to stoke the fire. Christy began to feel awkward, with him not answering or reacting. She repeated it once more, "Max, I love ."
Max quickly cut her off, "I heard you the first time, and no, you don't," Max said, without turning around.
Christy was taken back. "When we kissed by the door, I felt it, and I know you felt it, too."
"How can you know how I feel, when I don't know myself?" Max defended.
Tears started to well in her eyes. Max held steady. He didn't dare move, or his true feelings would explode, and he couldn't let that happen.
"Ok, Max. I'm sorry ." She turned and quickly made her way to the bedroom. Max could hear her whimper, and he felt like a dog for making her feel this way. Max stood by the fire and thought, "It's better this way." He wanted the morning to come as soon as possible. The longer he was alone with her, the tougher it got for him not run into that room and embrace her. Exhaustion soon hit him, and he dozed off on the couch. He felt a presence enter the room as he woke to find Christy standing in front of him by the fire. She said nothing as she unzipped the slinky dress, allowing it to fall softly to the floor. She now stood before him, her bare breasts shining in the light of the fire. His eyes now dropped to her womanhood, still hidden from his gaze by the sheer black lace panties. She was incredibly sexy, and he needed to see more. He got up and walked closer to her. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, he slowly slipped them off, exposing her completely to him. Once she was fully nude, he stepped back and stared at her beauty. "God Christy, you are so beautiful" was all he said before taking her into his arms and kissing her deeply. They became one ... slowly, enticing each other to reach the limits of their passions. There was no thrashing about, no lewdness-- only the beauty and pleasure of two bodies coming together in the throws of passion.
Max suddenly bolted upright from the couch, drenched in sweat. He looked around, but found himself alone, the fire slowly dying. He'd been dreaming, and it seemed so real that he was frightened and yet excited by his actions. He looked at his watch. It was 3 a.m., so he retired to his room. It was a bit stuffy and warm in the room, so he took his shirt off to cool down. He opened the door that lead out to the porch for some air. Standing outside, his arms clutched the railing as he leaned on it. He sighed, and expelled a cloud of breath against the chill of the night.
Max felt the warmth of her body as she moved behind him. Her hands slowly moved between his arms and caressed his chest. Max closed his eyes in submission. A shiver ran down his spine and his palms started sweating, as he felt her tender lips kiss his back, slowly and passionately, moving their way up to the nape of his neck. She could feel his passion grow. The heat from her breath warmed his ear as she whispered, "Make love to me." This time, it wasn't a dream. It was real, and it was exactly what he wanted. Max straightened up, his muscles visibly becoming tense, as he turned around to face her. The pale light of the moon bounced off her bare shoulders. He looked into her eyes for just seconds, before his need took over. His gaze dropped to her lips, and he couldn't restrain his longing any more, as his lips gently took hers. His arms surrounded her and pulled her tight against him. Max felt how wrong it was, but he couldn't make himself stop. Christy moaned and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. With his next movement, he swept her petite form up in his strong arms, and carried her to the bed.
"Are you sure?" Christy whispered.
Max took a deep breath and whispered back, "Yes."
Silently Christy stood holding Max, declaring her love to him and surrendering to his embrace felt so natural to her. She raised her gaze to see the surprise and pleasure play like fireworks in his eyes. His expression turned from joy to concern. He whispered to her, " We need to get those papers." He was right. They had little time before Jamison would wonder what happened to his two guests. As she stepped back from his grasp, he continued to pick the lock. Within seconds, Max had the lock opened and they quickly stepped inside. Scanning the room, Christy spotted a picture over the desk. It was cliché, but she thought the safe would be behind it. She was right. Christy made short order of cracking the safe, and Max exchanged the fake papers for the real ones. They were in and out in 5 minutes. Max checked the hallway. Making sure no one saw them come out of the study, he then motioned to Christy that the hall was clear. "See you downstairs," he said.
Jamison saw Max make his way back to the smoking room, "How is your wife, Doctor?" Max replied, "She'll be fine. Just a slight headache." An older portly gentleman chimed in, "I hope she doesn't have many of those, like my wife does." The man guffawed loudly, as the rest of the men laughed, knowing what he meant by that. Max smiled and went along with the joke. By 10:30, the party was breaking up. Only a few guests remained. Max and Christy were anxious to get the hell out of there, but couldn't brake away from the university professor telling him his plan for funding classes in environmental studies. Jamison was then approached by one of the guests. He was a thin, suspicious-looking man, with greasy salt and pepper hair. He had stayed his distance from the Judge until now.
"I'll take those papers now, Judge," said the strange man. The judge cautiously looked over his shoulder, "They are up in my study. Follow me." In the study, Jamison opened the safe and retrieved the papers. Looking at them, something strange hit him. He remembered spilling his coffee on the edge of the papers the other day and now, looking closely, the stain was gone. Alarmed, Jamison called the upstairs butler into the room. "Did you see anyone come into this study this evening?" The butler thought and shook his head, but then remembered seeing Doctor Winthop and his wife standing by the door in a rather compromising position.
"So our Dr. Winthop is an imposter," the KAOS man concluded. "Could he be from CONTROL?"
"I'd stake my life on it," Jamison agreed.
"Well, if he has those papers, you might very well have done so, my dear Judge Jamison."
Jamison reached for the phone and called the head of security. "Alert the guards. Dr. Winthop, or whoever he is, must not leave the grounds. Stop him at all costs."
Max and Christy were at the car when the alarm sounded.
"Something went wrong. I think we've been found out," Max proclaimed.
"How could they have discovered it so fast?" Christy wondered.
Max quickly unlocked the door. "I don't know, and I don't think I want to hang around for them to tell me."
Max started the car. A guard spotted them pulling out and yelled, "HEY YOU! STOP, OR I'LL SHOOT!"
Max threw the car in reverse, and peeled out. Shots were fired at the car as Max maneuvered it toward the gate. "Hold on!" Max warned Christy, as he crashed through the gate.
The car sliced right through the gate like butter, leaving a trail of dust and debris behind.
Jamison ran to the gate. "Call ahead, and put road blocks along the highway. That car must not reach Washington!"
Max drove like a madman to get some distance between them and the guards that were sure to follow.
"Do you think we'll run into any road blocks along the way?" Christy asked.
"If I know KAOS, you can bet on it," Max said, keeping his eyes focused on the road.
"If there were only a cut-off, or an alternate way," Christy commented.
Max snapped his fingers, "Yes, of course! I don't know why I didn't think of this before."
"What? Is there another way out?"
"Sort of." Max pulled off the road, and killed the lights. "If I remember right, about 2 more miles up this road is a turn off. It's just a rest stop, but there's another road that leads about 5 miles into the woods to a cabin. It's used to house VIP's for important meetings, and it's very well hidden. I don't think KAOS will find it. They haven't yet. I'll call the Chief, and arrange assistance for a morning escort back into Washington. I think that's the best plan."
Max drove deep into the woods. Luckily, he knew the way, or he would have never found it. He ditched the car in a nearby cave, and both of them walked to the cabin. Max opened the door and flipped on the lights. The cabin hadn't been in use for quite a while, but it was cozy just the same. A large living room with a huge fireplace. And the cabin came equipped with two sleeping quarters.
Max removed his shoe phone and called the Chief. "Chief? It's Max. Yes, we're ok. Agent Mayfield and I won't be making it back tonight. We barely make it out of the party with our lives. Yes, we have the plans, but KAOS knows, and they are searching for us. We hid out at the cabin off of Highway 16. We need help getting out. Ok, Chief. We'll rendezvous at 9 a.m. at the rest stop. See you tomorrow. Oh and Chief, . let 99 know I'm ok, and tell her what happened. Thanks." Max hung up and walked to the kitchen. He found nothing but a few cans of food.
Max looked at the cans, "If we get hungry, I guess this will have to do. I'll get some firewood," Max said as he headed outside. Christy stood in the middle of the room and started to think about what happened in the hallway, back at the mansion. Her feelings were clear to her, and she wanted to tell him. In a few minutes, Max came in, carrying an armful of logs. He dumped them in a box and started to build a fire. Christy tried to still the beating of her heart, but couldn't. Not with him so close.
"Max, I .I love you," Christy confessed softly.
Max didn't react to her heart-felt statement. He just continued to stoke the fire. Christy began to feel awkward, with him not answering or reacting. She repeated it once more, "Max, I love ."
Max quickly cut her off, "I heard you the first time, and no, you don't," Max said, without turning around.
Christy was taken back. "When we kissed by the door, I felt it, and I know you felt it, too."
"How can you know how I feel, when I don't know myself?" Max defended.
Tears started to well in her eyes. Max held steady. He didn't dare move, or his true feelings would explode, and he couldn't let that happen.
"Ok, Max. I'm sorry ." She turned and quickly made her way to the bedroom. Max could hear her whimper, and he felt like a dog for making her feel this way. Max stood by the fire and thought, "It's better this way." He wanted the morning to come as soon as possible. The longer he was alone with her, the tougher it got for him not run into that room and embrace her. Exhaustion soon hit him, and he dozed off on the couch. He felt a presence enter the room as he woke to find Christy standing in front of him by the fire. She said nothing as she unzipped the slinky dress, allowing it to fall softly to the floor. She now stood before him, her bare breasts shining in the light of the fire. His eyes now dropped to her womanhood, still hidden from his gaze by the sheer black lace panties. She was incredibly sexy, and he needed to see more. He got up and walked closer to her. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, he slowly slipped them off, exposing her completely to him. Once she was fully nude, he stepped back and stared at her beauty. "God Christy, you are so beautiful" was all he said before taking her into his arms and kissing her deeply. They became one ... slowly, enticing each other to reach the limits of their passions. There was no thrashing about, no lewdness-- only the beauty and pleasure of two bodies coming together in the throws of passion.
Max suddenly bolted upright from the couch, drenched in sweat. He looked around, but found himself alone, the fire slowly dying. He'd been dreaming, and it seemed so real that he was frightened and yet excited by his actions. He looked at his watch. It was 3 a.m., so he retired to his room. It was a bit stuffy and warm in the room, so he took his shirt off to cool down. He opened the door that lead out to the porch for some air. Standing outside, his arms clutched the railing as he leaned on it. He sighed, and expelled a cloud of breath against the chill of the night.
Max felt the warmth of her body as she moved behind him. Her hands slowly moved between his arms and caressed his chest. Max closed his eyes in submission. A shiver ran down his spine and his palms started sweating, as he felt her tender lips kiss his back, slowly and passionately, moving their way up to the nape of his neck. She could feel his passion grow. The heat from her breath warmed his ear as she whispered, "Make love to me." This time, it wasn't a dream. It was real, and it was exactly what he wanted. Max straightened up, his muscles visibly becoming tense, as he turned around to face her. The pale light of the moon bounced off her bare shoulders. He looked into her eyes for just seconds, before his need took over. His gaze dropped to her lips, and he couldn't restrain his longing any more, as his lips gently took hers. His arms surrounded her and pulled her tight against him. Max felt how wrong it was, but he couldn't make himself stop. Christy moaned and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. With his next movement, he swept her petite form up in his strong arms, and carried her to the bed.
"Are you sure?" Christy whispered.
Max took a deep breath and whispered back, "Yes."