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Authors: Richard M. Heredia
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things were capable of affecting her spirit in such a way. Her levity was her way of saying she missed him. How could he not smile back?
At the same time though, he imagined all of them missed him to one degree or another. He missed them , after all. It had been some time since they’d all been together. The women before the Keeper were actually spread across the Solar System as was their protocol whenever their group was entering a dangerous phase. Since the meeting with Dr. Ahmed Carlos Ball had been deemed such, the Keeper had the girls – his girls - scattered before the wind.
Only Flavia had been allowed to accompany him. Occasionally, it irked the others that they couldn’t be beside him in times like this, but, in the end, each of them knew Flavia was his best protection. She was his weapon and his shield.
At his side, the deadly vixen extinguished the fabric of her glow-shawl and the light (and heat) emanating from it vanished with a touch of her hand. They were momentarily plunged into darkness. Within a few heartbeats, the Null-unit auto-sensed conditions for its occupants weren’t optimal. It reacted. Low-level, phosphorus light began to pulsate along the upper corners of the elongated chamber, emanating along the inverted corner where the walls met the ceiling. They were bathed in pale blue, lighter color was washed out and darker ones turned into varying shades of black.
He waited for the light to gain in intensity until its cerulean properties changed more or less to white, and the true hues around them returned. Of their own volition, he felt his eyes stray to Katie, who stood to leftmost from where he sat.
She was staring back at him intently; her hazel eyes were almost glaring above the high cheekbones of her angular face. She had been emphatic about joining him and Flavia on this last mission. He had forbid it, which had pissed her off something fierce. She was about an inch taller than Mena and maybe weighed a handful of pounds more, but that was it. She was light skinned with shoulder length, blonde hair (a color she always wore when she was angry with Estefan. It was her way of protesting. She knew he hated that color on her, she had programed it thus on purpose). She was of a medium build with breasts fuller than Mena’s, though her hips were narrower, making her backside seem to protrude more, but the feature was more an optical illusion. She wore clothes as if she’d recently been aroused from bed, but he knew she hadn’t. She had deliberately stayed in bed all day, deliberately lazy, but deliberately alluring at the same time. Her way of saying to Estefan, “Look what you missed today…” The spaghetti strapped tank and fitted shorts clung to her curves so tightly, he could tell she wore nothing else underneath. He could see every bump, every crevice, every bulge – she left nothing to imagination.
What a brat , he thought as he forced his eyes to move from her sumptuous figure to the tall, voluptuous women standing next to her. The projections made them seem close, but they weren’t. They were hundreds of thousands of miles apart. Katie was on Luna Prime, their sprawling headquarters upon the Moon, while Ramona was within an undisclosed orbital station five hundred miles above Earth. Not even Estefan was privy to her exact location; another protocol in place to protect the integrity of the Synod.
She was wearing black heels over thigh-high nylons - the thick sort, looking more like socks – and a matching micro-mini skirt and loose fitting blouse. She wore it with the neck hanging over her shoulders, draped down her back, so the unbutton front of it made a perfect “V”, exposing her ample cleavage. The skin there appeared spongy and drew his eyes before he could stop himself. She had cut her hair Cleopatra-style a few months back, her dark brown , wavy locks had been replaced by obsidian glass, framing her broad
At the same time though, he imagined all of them missed him to one degree or another. He missed them , after all. It had been some time since they’d all been together. The women before the Keeper were actually spread across the Solar System as was their protocol whenever their group was entering a dangerous phase. Since the meeting with Dr. Ahmed Carlos Ball had been deemed such, the Keeper had the girls – his girls - scattered before the wind.
Only Flavia had been allowed to accompany him. Occasionally, it irked the others that they couldn’t be beside him in times like this, but, in the end, each of them knew Flavia was his best protection. She was his weapon and his shield.
At his side, the deadly vixen extinguished the fabric of her glow-shawl and the light (and heat) emanating from it vanished with a touch of her hand. They were momentarily plunged into darkness. Within a few heartbeats, the Null-unit auto-sensed conditions for its occupants weren’t optimal. It reacted. Low-level, phosphorus light began to pulsate along the upper corners of the elongated chamber, emanating along the inverted corner where the walls met the ceiling. They were bathed in pale blue, lighter color was washed out and darker ones turned into varying shades of black.
He waited for the light to gain in intensity until its cerulean properties changed more or less to white, and the true hues around them returned. Of their own volition, he felt his eyes stray to Katie, who stood to leftmost from where he sat.
She was staring back at him intently; her hazel eyes were almost glaring above the high cheekbones of her angular face. She had been emphatic about joining him and Flavia on this last mission. He had forbid it, which had pissed her off something fierce. She was about an inch taller than Mena and maybe weighed a handful of pounds more, but that was it. She was light skinned with shoulder length, blonde hair (a color she always wore when she was angry with Estefan. It was her way of protesting. She knew he hated that color on her, she had programed it thus on purpose). She was of a medium build with breasts fuller than Mena’s, though her hips were narrower, making her backside seem to protrude more, but the feature was more an optical illusion. She wore clothes as if she’d recently been aroused from bed, but he knew she hadn’t. She had deliberately stayed in bed all day, deliberately lazy, but deliberately alluring at the same time. Her way of saying to Estefan, “Look what you missed today…” The spaghetti strapped tank and fitted shorts clung to her curves so tightly, he could tell she wore nothing else underneath. He could see every bump, every crevice, every bulge – she left nothing to imagination.
What a brat , he thought as he forced his eyes to move from her sumptuous figure to the tall, voluptuous women standing next to her. The projections made them seem close, but they weren’t. They were hundreds of thousands of miles apart. Katie was on Luna Prime, their sprawling headquarters upon the Moon, while Ramona was within an undisclosed orbital station five hundred miles above Earth. Not even Estefan was privy to her exact location; another protocol in place to protect the integrity of the Synod.
She was wearing black heels over thigh-high nylons - the thick sort, looking more like socks – and a matching micro-mini skirt and loose fitting blouse. She wore it with the neck hanging over her shoulders, draped down her back, so the unbutton front of it made a perfect “V”, exposing her ample cleavage. The skin there appeared spongy and drew his eyes before he could stop himself. She had cut her hair Cleopatra-style a few months back, her dark brown , wavy locks had been replaced by obsidian glass, framing her broad
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