For a while I didn't remember what happened at Wal-Mart. All I knew at the time was waking up in an RV with a relieved Beatrice showering me kisses all over my face. "I thought you were never going to wake up, it was an excruciating three days. Worst challenge I've ever had," she said, here face stained with tears. Even though I couldn't remember I had the feeling she still had a challenge or should I say we had a challenge to face.
We were back at W&P within a month. Besides the occasional Ripper attacks the plant operations went smoothly….until she along a year later. Before we get to the woman in question I was giving a promotion to a certain colleague for containing some control of the land. I repeat, some of the land or to put this correctly a crack of land. Personally I would rather have control of 99% of the land then 1% and have the whole planet Earth against us. I gave all my employees a good demonstration on what will happen by destroying the glass then making the newly promoted walk on glass barefoot toward me then he drained of his water.
Beatrice saw all of this on the security cameras from our apartment and I can tell she was very pleased with me when I got home. "I saw what you did, Kesslee," she said, she was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed. She was dressed in shorts, a tight fitting shirt and heels. I can tell she wasn't wearing a bra by her erect nipples protruding under her white shirt. I didn't say anything for awhile my eyes were too busy undressing her when I felt the sting on my wrists telling me to look at her face.
"Is that the newly promoted?" she asked pointing at the plastic bottle of drained water in my hand. Without saying anything I nodded my head. Beatrice walks over to me taking the bottle from me. I watched her take a swig of the newly drained. "This is lovely, I always liked the newly drained," she said pulling my closer to her, her mouth planted on mine. The bottled water dropped to the floor, some of that water splashed on the both of us but mostly on her. "I taught you very well," she said leading us to the bed.
"I know," I said slipping my hand under her wet blouse. I felt myself harden at the touch. She pulls it off, tossing the shirt to the other side while I kissed her cool luscious breasts. Things would have gotten really sexy if no body knocked on the door. "Mr. Kesslee, we've captured one of the rebellion out in the desert."
"Could you keep them in holding for an hour? I'm busy…..really busy," I purred as I was in the process of undoing her shorts.
"Sir," said the solider, "We caught the Water Buffalo Rider." I stopped my romantic proceedings for a moment. There are many water thieves out there most of them amateurs but then there are the master thieves and the Water Buffalo Rider was an excellent as well as clever thief. It's rare to catch a master thief like the Rider but once we do catch a master it is a treat. They're the hardest to break but I've always love the challenge.
"I got to go," I whispered giving her a quick kiss on the lips then left to see our new arrival. To tell you the truth I was not expecting the Rider to be a girl. In fact when I saw her for the first time she almost reminded me of Beatrice with her sarcasm and her confidence in herself. I can tell when I tried to put fear in her she one of the defiant types. However I can tell she was attracted to me by the slight sweetness she was giving off (another power I got from one of those books). I will admit she was pretty attractive, maybe have her hair fully grow out to frame her face better. Once they took her away to work as prisoner I asked one of the guards what her name was. "Her names Rebecca," answered the guard. "Why sir?"
"Oh nothing….just finally put a name to the trouble maker, that's all," I said almost blushing as I left. "Rebecca," I repeated the name to myself while thinking of Beatrice. I saw her sitting in front of the screen watching the newly captured being put in a cell. The look in her eyes said she recognized her.
"She look familiar?" I ask with concern, she looked a little worried. Did they see each other one time? Are they enemies or friends? She looks back at me with an answer that sounded afraid, "I don't know but…..I get the feeling….."
"Feeling what?" I asked coming to her side, she puts her arms around me. "I feel she might have something to do with us and it isn't good," she said, her voice choked with tears. I kissed her lips and her tears saying, "I won't hurt you, I'll never hurt you, never." As we began to make love on the floor I couldn't help but feel that maybe she might be right.