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seat, I’ll make you some breakfast,” said Brock. “Today, we’re going to start your training. Tonight you will fall into bed and not move until morning. We’ll start out with a short run to get you warmed up, followed by some weight training and calisthenics. And right after that, firearms.”
“Firearms?”
“Definitely. You’ve got to know how to shoot.”
After the warm-up run through the mountain trails, Mav was already tired. She wasn’t accustomed to so much exercise. And, the push-ups and crunches were enough to bring her to her knees. But overall, she was exhilarated just being with Brock. Will was a lot of fun as well. Just after lunch they walked behind the cabin and down a little woodland trail that led to a small clearing.
“This is our shooting range for small-arms,” said Brock. “I want you to hold something.” Brock removed a small pistol from his waistline. “This is a Glock 42. It’s chambered in .380 ACP. It’s a smaller round and I want you to get used to shooting a pistol with something that won’t kick you in the teeth. It’s unloaded.”
Brock showed her how the semiautomatic gun worked, how to hold it, and how to aim. He loaded the gun and put it in her hands, then he did something that made her shiver; he stood behind her and reached both hands forward, placing them on top of hers. He felt so warm and strong; feeling his form behind her was a decided turn-on.
Several minutes later, a few dozen shell casings lay in a disarrayed pile on the leaf-covered ground. “That’s perfect,” he said. “Will, ever seen a beginner nail targets like that?”
“You sure you haven’t shot before, little lady?”
“No, first time, honest. I kind of like it though.” Mav felt empowered with the handgun in her grip. And even though she’d never held one before, she felt as if she’d been shooting her whole life.
“You’ve got a talent for it, that’s for sure.”
As the day progressed, they moved up to a larger 9mm Glock, then a semi-automatic assault rifle. The short rifle fit into the pocket of her shoulder as though it were born there. Mav had a steady way of holding whatever weapon, and she had perfect form.
“This is excellent,” said Brock. “Alright, it’s getting close to chowtime. Mavery, I want you to carry the assault rifle and pistol with you at all times, from now on. Understood?”
She lost her thoughts staring into his eyes. “Yes.”
“And, any time I look at you before, during, or after chow, I want to see you loading, and reloading each weapon, then field stripping them. I want you to be able to break down a weapon and put it back together as fast as possible, and even do it blindfolded.”
Under Brock’s command, Mav felt so safe, so guided. It was as though she could spend an eternity under his control, and not mind it one bit.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Mav Learns the Truth
As dusk approached, a glowing redness oozed out from behind the mountains in the distance. The air was crisp, yet the same chill in the air that would normally have mad Mav shiver had no affect. It was a strange change in her, and Mav wondered if she was toughening up. She was sore and tired, but had learned so much in the past few weeks of training that her confidence soared. Still, there was the problem of Brock. Mav was uncontrollably attracted to him, but every time they started to get into a conversation where she thought he might be falling for her, he’d suddenly change the subject.
Once, about four days prior, Mav was sure. The conversation had drifted into the personal, and Mav asked what was the longest relationship he’d ever had. It was an innocent question, and not something uncommonly asked. But Brock seemed to drift away from the conversation, lost somewhere in a sea of thoughts. Mav wondered what his distance all meant.
Brock walked ahead on the trail as the three hiked back to the cabin just before dusk. Mav allowed herself to fall behind him, and
“Firearms?”
“Definitely. You’ve got to know how to shoot.”
After the warm-up run through the mountain trails, Mav was already tired. She wasn’t accustomed to so much exercise. And, the push-ups and crunches were enough to bring her to her knees. But overall, she was exhilarated just being with Brock. Will was a lot of fun as well. Just after lunch they walked behind the cabin and down a little woodland trail that led to a small clearing.
“This is our shooting range for small-arms,” said Brock. “I want you to hold something.” Brock removed a small pistol from his waistline. “This is a Glock 42. It’s chambered in .380 ACP. It’s a smaller round and I want you to get used to shooting a pistol with something that won’t kick you in the teeth. It’s unloaded.”
Brock showed her how the semiautomatic gun worked, how to hold it, and how to aim. He loaded the gun and put it in her hands, then he did something that made her shiver; he stood behind her and reached both hands forward, placing them on top of hers. He felt so warm and strong; feeling his form behind her was a decided turn-on.
Several minutes later, a few dozen shell casings lay in a disarrayed pile on the leaf-covered ground. “That’s perfect,” he said. “Will, ever seen a beginner nail targets like that?”
“You sure you haven’t shot before, little lady?”
“No, first time, honest. I kind of like it though.” Mav felt empowered with the handgun in her grip. And even though she’d never held one before, she felt as if she’d been shooting her whole life.
“You’ve got a talent for it, that’s for sure.”
As the day progressed, they moved up to a larger 9mm Glock, then a semi-automatic assault rifle. The short rifle fit into the pocket of her shoulder as though it were born there. Mav had a steady way of holding whatever weapon, and she had perfect form.
“This is excellent,” said Brock. “Alright, it’s getting close to chowtime. Mavery, I want you to carry the assault rifle and pistol with you at all times, from now on. Understood?”
She lost her thoughts staring into his eyes. “Yes.”
“And, any time I look at you before, during, or after chow, I want to see you loading, and reloading each weapon, then field stripping them. I want you to be able to break down a weapon and put it back together as fast as possible, and even do it blindfolded.”
Under Brock’s command, Mav felt so safe, so guided. It was as though she could spend an eternity under his control, and not mind it one bit.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Mav Learns the Truth
As dusk approached, a glowing redness oozed out from behind the mountains in the distance. The air was crisp, yet the same chill in the air that would normally have mad Mav shiver had no affect. It was a strange change in her, and Mav wondered if she was toughening up. She was sore and tired, but had learned so much in the past few weeks of training that her confidence soared. Still, there was the problem of Brock. Mav was uncontrollably attracted to him, but every time they started to get into a conversation where she thought he might be falling for her, he’d suddenly change the subject.
Once, about four days prior, Mav was sure. The conversation had drifted into the personal, and Mav asked what was the longest relationship he’d ever had. It was an innocent question, and not something uncommonly asked. But Brock seemed to drift away from the conversation, lost somewhere in a sea of thoughts. Mav wondered what his distance all meant.
Brock walked ahead on the trail as the three hiked back to the cabin just before dusk. Mav allowed herself to fall behind him, and
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