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Authors: Nick Carter
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faded and misty. And when I stopped thinking about them consciously, they just disappeared into oblivion and didn't seem a real part of me. Surprisingly, my most vivid memories were of the few years I'd spent in America, working on a loading dock.
I spent the entire day in my room. That night Tanya came to see me. She came in quietly and closed the door behind her. I got up from the edge of the cot, where I'd been reading a newspaper about the Caracas Conference. She was wearing a stethoscope and had a clipboard in her hand.
"May I take your pulse?" she asked.
"Of course."
She held my wrist in her small, soft hand. Our eyes met, and she looked away quickly. She made a notation on her chart, then stuck the stethoscope on my chest and listened for a minute.
"Do you feel any nausea?"
"No."
"Any sweating during sleep?"
"Not that I remember."
My eyes moved from her full lips over the sensuous curves of her body. Again the tantalizing image flashed through my mind — Tanya lying nude on a sofa. Her next question seemed psychic.
"You said you recalled an… intimacy between us, Rafael."
"Yes, I did."
"Would you mind telling me what you remembered?"
I smiled. "No. It was you. On a sofa."
Her lovely blue eyes avoided my look. I took the clipboard and stethoscope from her and dropped them on the floor. Then I pulled her to me gently. I kissed her, and she responded.
"You did sleep with me, didn't you?" I asked quietly.
She tried to pull away, but I held her. "Rafael, you're not a lover," she protested. "You're a revolutionary. You haven't had time for women."
"I must have found time at least once," I reminded her.
Her eyes found mine. "Yes, at least once." She seemed to be remembering. "Just before the demonstration at the American Embassy. I brought a message to your apartment, and you asked me to stay."
"And we kissed, and I held you close like this," I said, running my hands slowly over the entire length of her body.
"Rafael, please…" she protested weakly.
I unbuttoned her uniform to the waist and slipped my hand inside, holding her tight against me. I caressed her breasts and felt her nipples harden at my touch.
"Rafael…"
We were kissing again. She stopped resisting and returned my lass with a sudden, tremendous passion, her body straining urgently against me as my mouth explored hers. When the kiss was over, we were both breathless and hungry for more.
"Oh, God, Rafael," she breathed.
She slipped out of her uniform and let it drop to the floor. I watched as she pulled her panties down over her long, smooth thighs. She went to the cot and stretched out, her body trembling with excitement. I undressed quickly and lay down beside her. My fingers and lips moved over every inch of her hot, quivering flesh.
Suddenly she tried to pull away, but I held her tight. "What am I doing to you?" she cried. I smothered her words, probing deep into her mouth with my tongue. She began to respond again.
I didn't know what she meant, and I didn't care. All I could think about was her ripe, warm body. She moaned with desire as I rolled over on top of her. Her thighs opened for me, and I could feel her fingernails raking my back. I thrust brutally into her, and she cried out with pleasure. Then everything was darkness and urgency and mounting, uncontainable passion.
Six
I was strapped in the chair again, and the room was completely dark. They had given me another injection but this time there were no cajoling voices. There was only the drug working its way into me. Tanya and Kalinin were not even in the room.
They had mentioned something about the "last phase." I'd heard them say it in Russian, and somehow I'd understood, though I had no memory of ever having learned Russian.
As I sat in the chair, an image appeared in the darkness before me. It was the President, and he was giving a political speech. He was just twenty feet away from me, gesturing as he talked. He was saying things that upset me very much. I broke
I spent the entire day in my room. That night Tanya came to see me. She came in quietly and closed the door behind her. I got up from the edge of the cot, where I'd been reading a newspaper about the Caracas Conference. She was wearing a stethoscope and had a clipboard in her hand.
"May I take your pulse?" she asked.
"Of course."
She held my wrist in her small, soft hand. Our eyes met, and she looked away quickly. She made a notation on her chart, then stuck the stethoscope on my chest and listened for a minute.
"Do you feel any nausea?"
"No."
"Any sweating during sleep?"
"Not that I remember."
My eyes moved from her full lips over the sensuous curves of her body. Again the tantalizing image flashed through my mind — Tanya lying nude on a sofa. Her next question seemed psychic.
"You said you recalled an… intimacy between us, Rafael."
"Yes, I did."
"Would you mind telling me what you remembered?"
I smiled. "No. It was you. On a sofa."
Her lovely blue eyes avoided my look. I took the clipboard and stethoscope from her and dropped them on the floor. Then I pulled her to me gently. I kissed her, and she responded.
"You did sleep with me, didn't you?" I asked quietly.
She tried to pull away, but I held her. "Rafael, you're not a lover," she protested. "You're a revolutionary. You haven't had time for women."
"I must have found time at least once," I reminded her.
Her eyes found mine. "Yes, at least once." She seemed to be remembering. "Just before the demonstration at the American Embassy. I brought a message to your apartment, and you asked me to stay."
"And we kissed, and I held you close like this," I said, running my hands slowly over the entire length of her body.
"Rafael, please…" she protested weakly.
I unbuttoned her uniform to the waist and slipped my hand inside, holding her tight against me. I caressed her breasts and felt her nipples harden at my touch.
"Rafael…"
We were kissing again. She stopped resisting and returned my lass with a sudden, tremendous passion, her body straining urgently against me as my mouth explored hers. When the kiss was over, we were both breathless and hungry for more.
"Oh, God, Rafael," she breathed.
She slipped out of her uniform and let it drop to the floor. I watched as she pulled her panties down over her long, smooth thighs. She went to the cot and stretched out, her body trembling with excitement. I undressed quickly and lay down beside her. My fingers and lips moved over every inch of her hot, quivering flesh.
Suddenly she tried to pull away, but I held her tight. "What am I doing to you?" she cried. I smothered her words, probing deep into her mouth with my tongue. She began to respond again.
I didn't know what she meant, and I didn't care. All I could think about was her ripe, warm body. She moaned with desire as I rolled over on top of her. Her thighs opened for me, and I could feel her fingernails raking my back. I thrust brutally into her, and she cried out with pleasure. Then everything was darkness and urgency and mounting, uncontainable passion.
Six
I was strapped in the chair again, and the room was completely dark. They had given me another injection but this time there were no cajoling voices. There was only the drug working its way into me. Tanya and Kalinin were not even in the room.
They had mentioned something about the "last phase." I'd heard them say it in Russian, and somehow I'd understood, though I had no memory of ever having learned Russian.
As I sat in the chair, an image appeared in the darkness before me. It was the President, and he was giving a political speech. He was just twenty feet away from me, gesturing as he talked. He was saying things that upset me very much. I broke
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