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Untitled
Sequel to ‘The Bogeyman’
By London
Rated R
Disclaimer: Like always, Bob Kane and DC Comics gets the credit for all characters. I created Rebecca Pennyworth. To read this story’s prequel, check out ‘The Bogeyman’ on fanfiction.net or fandomination.net
Note: This is set six months after ‘The Bogeyman’
Chapter 1: Unkempt
Rebecca Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne’s new ‘butler’ and the latest person with the knowledge of Batman’s secret identity, moved around the Wayne Manor den cleaning up the mess that Terry had made. She grumbled to herself when she found the empty pint of ice cream tipped over on its side. The spoon clung to the carpet. The Persian carpet, Rebecca reminded herself.
She threw the ice cream carton into the trash and took the spoon, along with three glasses and two plates, into the kitchen.
‘I’m going to have a talk with Terry’ Rebecca told herself.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She shook her head a little and took a deep breath.
Going back to the den, now equipped with her cleaning solvents, she sighed and decided to put her long black hair up. She twisted her hair until it was up in a bun and then got to work.
She turned the tv on and listened while she scrubbed the carpet.
“—When the 1^st Bank of Gotham was bombed.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> There were only two survivors, who claim that they don’t remember seeing or hearing anyone, but only felt pangs of fear” The news anchor reported. Rebecca looked up from scrubbing. She hated it when things like this happened. Bruce and Terry hadn’t told her about this, which means it happened recently.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The tv was showing security footage that had been saved from the explosion.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Two men in black showed up with guns pointing at the tellers. One turned and the footage went black. “The police are asking for any information on the two criminals.”
“I bet they are” Rebecca said, her English accent a nice contrast to the American voices. She stood up and went to the kitchen. She washed her hands.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She pulled a glass from the cabinet and filled it with cool water just as she heard the front door open and close.
class=GramE>“Becca?” Terry called as he rushed into the kitchen. Rebecca handed him the water and he drank it. It was still half full as he went down into the Batcave. “Thanks.”
Rebecca followed him.
“I suppose it would be too much to ask you to be careful” Rebecca said.
“Danger’s my middle name” Terry said with a smile. Bruce didn’t move from his chair as they entered the cave.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Terry sat the glass down on the lab table and went to go change.
class=GramE>“1^st Bank of Gotham?” Rebecca asked moving to stand behind Bruce. He grunted. On one small monitor, he had the video footage of the crime on replay.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> On the large screen, he had a possible escape route plotted out on a large map of Gotham. “Shall I cancel your plans for the opera tonight?”
“Yes” Bruce said. Rebecca watched the video footage until she could faintly make out the faintest hint of a mask.
“He’s wearing a mask” Rebecca said pointing to the monitor.
“They both are” Bruce grumbled.
“No, look” Rebecca said. She pointed to the screen. “It looks like he’s wearing a theatre mask or something.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Look at his brow ridge.”
“What’s going on?” Terry asked coming up behind them. Bruce was going frame-by-frame through the video footage until he got to the frame he wanted. He zoomed into the picture until they could faintly make out the shape of an animal shaped mask.
“Looks like a tiger mask” Bruce said.
“I guess someone ‘let the cat out of the bag’” Rebecca said.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She stood up straight and took Terry’s now empty glass. Bruce glanced her way with his patented ‘not in the mood’ look. “I’ll be upstairs, sir.”
class=GramE>“Any idea where these two are supposed to be?” Terry asked.
“No” Bruce said. “Get down there and check out the clues. See if anyone saw what they were driving.”
Rebecca climbed the stairs as the batwing roared out of the cave.
“Get me class=SpellE>DuCassi, now!” Commissioner Gordon yelled to a passing police officer. By the time Batman had shown up to what was once the 1^st Bank of Gotham, it had started to rain by the buckets. Batman watched as DuCassi, a thin Italian cop, approached Comm. Gordon while trying to keep the rain from getting into his coat. He didn’t need his audio equipment to hear what she was saying to him. “What did you find in there?”
“There’s no evidence, Commish” DuCassi said. Terry clicked on his boot rockets and glided down. “These guys didn’t even leave a footprint.”
“They did leave one thing” Batman said. The Commissioner turned and crossed her arms.
“What are you doing here?” Comm. Gordon asked. class=SpellE>DuCassi looked Batman over with narrowed eyes, but didn’t make any movement to do anything about the vigilante’s presence.
“I’ve seen the footage” Batman said.
“You saw something we didn’t?” Comm. Gordon asked. She didn’t seem too affected by the rain, but she swiped at the water that dripped from her nose.
“The men in the tape were wearing animal masks” Batman replied.
“Maybe they were going to a party afterwards” DuCassi said crossing his arms. He clammed up when Batman looked at him.
“Do you know how many places in Gotham sell animal masks?” Comm. Gordon asked.
“Did anyone see what kind of vehicle these guys were driving?” Batman asked.
“You aren’t a cop and this is police business” DuCassi said vehemently. Comm. Gordon looked at class=SpellE>DuCassi with a raised eyebrow.
“I want all witnesses down at the station, DuCassi” Comm. Gordon said to DuCassi. He nodded and left. “Look, Batman, this is the second time these guys have hit a bank in as many weeks.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> They haven’t left any evidence.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> No one has seen them leave.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> As far as we know, they just ‘disappear’.”
“How are the witnesses when you talk to them?” Batman asked. “Anything strange there?”
“Most of them claim that they passed out” Comm. Gordon said.
“Ten to one, it’s gas” Batman said.
“Ask her if the witnesses are hysterical, more so then they should be” Bruce said in Batman’s ear.
“Are the witnesses hysterical?” Batman asked. “More so then they should be?”
“Slightly” Comm. Gordon said. “Why? What do you know?”
“I’ll let you know when I figure it all out” Batman replied.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He clicked on his boot rockets and disappeared in the falling rain.
Chapter 2: Welcome Back
The night had been long and fairly uneventful. Rebecca had stayed up long after Bruce had gone to bed.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Even though she had undergone two months of therapy and was now on paxil, a common drug used for anxiety attacks, she still felt fearful of the dark.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The Bogeyman, who was stopped and placed into prison, still haunted Rebecca’s thoughts.
Rebecca retied her robe and waited for her tea kettle to whistle.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> This was getting to be a bad habit.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The kettle puffed a bit of steam, signaling that there were mere seconds before it would start whistling.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Rebecca quickly moved it from the stove and poured herself a cup of tea.
Rebecca sat down at the large island counter and gazed at the kitchen.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> In the trash, she saw a corner of newspaper sticking up through the rest of the garbage. She hadn’t seen a newspaper in two days. Terry had said that Bruce had taken them to the office.
Rebecca took out the paper and made a face when she thought of the germs that must be on it. Pushing her disgust aside, she stared at the front page. The headlines simply stated: ‘Fear Escaped Blackgate Penn’.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Below the bold headline was a police headshot of the Bogeyman. Rebecca gasped and gripped the paper until her knuckles turned white.
She stalked into the den and turned the television onto the news.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She stood there for nearly twenty minutes until the news anchors brought up the escape. How had she missed it? Rebecca put a hand to her head and sank to her knees. The newspaper crumbled in her hand as she used it to brace her self.
Pain, from stress as the doctors said, raced through her head making her feel as if she had been hit by a baseball bat. The rain, which had been pouring down all night, seemed to grow louder.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Rebecca looked at the window.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Lightning flashed, making her gasp.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> A dark figure rushed past the window.
“No” Rebecca whispered.
Rebecca stood up and listened to the noises.
“My imagination” Rebecca told herself. All she heard was rain, thunder, and the crash of lightning. Something scratched outside, but she couldn’t see what it was.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Rebecca slowly took steps towards the kitchen. The kitchen seemed still, almost too still.
Rebecca picked up the phone and quickly dialed Terry’s cell phone number.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> As lightning flashed outside of the kitchen window, she caught something else move past the window.
Rebecca’s heart beat wildly as she listened to the phone ring.
class=GramE>“Yeah?” Terry grumbled after the fifth ring.
“Terry!” Rebecca yelped loudly into the phone. Thunder and lightning crashed nearly simultaneously.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> A cold sweat ran down Rebecca’s spine.
class=GramE>“Becca?” Terry asked.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His sleepy voice sounded fully awake. “class=SpellE>Becca, what’s wrong?”
“Oh god, oh god” Rebecca said. She slid down to sit on the floor with her back against the island counter.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her rib cage.
“class=SpellE>Becca, tell me what’s wrong” Terry said. “Where’s Bruce? What happened?”
Rebecca took a deep breath just as the kitchen window shattered.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She unleashed a bloodcurdling scream and dropped the phone. Rebecca crawled out of the kitchen and managed to get to her feet. She ran to the den. Another window shattered, leaving Rebecca to scream again.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Ace rushed into the room barking at the shadows that danced around the room.
Rebecca never registered Ace’s presence. She watched as rain spattered inside. The strong, cold wind touched her face, but she saw nothing out the windows.
“Rebecca” A deep voice said. Rebecca turned to see Bruce in the doorway. He was only wearing his lounge pants, signifying that he had hurried.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Rebecca moved towards him, picking up her pace as another window shattered. Rebecca buried her face into Bruce’s shoulder and felt him put an arm protectively around her. “What’s going on?” He looked at the still barking dog. “Ace!”
“He’s here, he’s here” Rebecca mumbled. Bruce made a grumbling sound and moved to turn the lights on.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He moved to sit Rebecca down on the couch before moving to look at the shattered glass. Someone had thrown large rocks through the windows.
“Call Terry” Bruce said.
“I already did” Rebecca said sounding like she was starting to hyperventilate.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Bruce looked at the rock in his hand.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> In black letters it read ‘peek-a-boo’.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Bruce, still holding the rock, went to sit next to his frazzled butler.
“He won’t get you” Bruce said. “You’re safe here.”
Rebecca gave him a look that said she didn’t believe him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Bruce held up the rock so she could see it.
“We’ll fix the windows and there won’t be a relapse of this” Bruce said.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The buzzer by the door rang rapidly.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Rebecca’s mouth dropped open and Bruce went to go see who it was.
class=GramE>“Bruce?! class=GramE>Rebecca?!” Terry screamed over the intercom.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Bruce took his finger off of the intercom and pressed the button so the gates would open for Terry.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Bruce stopped near the doorway and touched his head.
“It was just…just Terry” Bruce said. He hunched over a tiny bit.
“Mr. Wayne?” Rebecca asked. She watched as Bruce sunk to his knees. “Mr.Wayne!”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She rushed over to him as the door opened. “Bruce!”
class=GramE>“What happened?!” Terry asked wildly.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He shut and locked the door on habit before moving to kneel beside Bruce.
“The rocks and –and he collapsed” Rebecca choked out. Tears were streaming down her face.
“Call 911” Terry said. “Wait. What rocks?”
Rebecca pointed to the two piles of broken glass in the den before moving into the kitchen to call 911. Terry pushed Bruce onto his back and pressed his fingers to his neck.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> There was a definite heart beat.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Terry could feel his heart race and took a deep breath to calm him self down. He pressed his ear to Bruce’s chest. Bruce was definitely breathing.
class=GramE>“C’mon, old man!” Terry said.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He looked at Bruce and found him to be non-responsive. His eyes didn’t follow his waving hand. He didn’t move when Terry snapped his fingers next to his ear, though Terry wasn’t sure if he would move if he had been awake. “Your vital signs seem to be okay.” Terry said to Bruce, as if this were a test. “You’re breathing.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You can’t move your eyes and your auditory responses are nil, but you’re alive.”
Rebecca came back out into the den and knelt beside Bruce.
“The ambulance is on its way and they’re sending two cop cars” Rebecca said.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Terry nodded.
“Look, he’s still alive” Terry said. “Stay here. I’m going to look at that rock.” Terry moved and crouched down next to the rock that hadn’t been moved.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Becca, you said that he touched the rock?”
“He picked it up” Rebecca said. Terry looked down at the rock and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s Him, isn’t it?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The Bogeyman.”
“I don’t know” Terry said. He stretched, retrieving a blanket from the couch. He covered the rock and picked it up. “We’ll see if there’s anything on this.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Terry stood up. “I’ll be right back.”
Rebecca watched Terry hurry off to the Batcave before looking down at Bruce.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He looked like he had died, except his skin still retained its color. Rebecca took his hand and squeezed it.
class=SpellE>Gotham P.D. came and went by five am.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> They had gotten statements from both Rebecca and Terry, while escorting the ambulance to w:st="on">Gotham w:st="on">Memorial Hospital.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> An extra squad car had been called in and was to remain on the grounds for a full 24 hours, Commissioner’s orders.
Rebecca was huddled in a tight ball on the couch. Terry was in the old, brown leather chair staring at the class=GramE>tv. The cops never touched the television. They had questioned Rebecca and Terry in the kitchen, leaving the television to relay the news.
“Do you know anything about chemistry?” Terry asked, breaking the silence.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Rebecca looked over at him.
“A little bit” Rebecca replied. Terry nodded and clicked the button to turn the television off.
“Let’s get to work” Terry said.
Terry and Rebecca looked out of place in the moist Batcave.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Both of them wore special long sleeved shirts and pants that were chemical resistant, long rubber gloves, long black aprons, breathing masks, and goggles. Rebecca had collected half dozen books on toxicology and chemistry.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> They read up on what needed to be done to the rock, which was now sitting in a white tray under strong light.
“Hand me two screw-cap vials” Terry said. “And two short cotton swabs.”
Rebecca handed him the two vials, which were sealed with tape, certifying that they were sterile. The two cotton swabs were in they’re paper packaging. Terry ran the swabs over the rock and placed each one into a separate vial.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Rebecca took notes.
Terry put the rock aside, encasing it in a Plexiglas box. Terry and Rebecca looked at the two vials.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The swabs looked clean.
“What would Bruce do?” Terry asked himself.
“Well, what do we need to know?” Rebecca asked. She put her notebook down and sat on a stool.
“We need to know what this stuff is” Terry replied. Rebecca wrote that down.
“We also need to know how long the stuff lasts” Rebecca said writing down her comment.
“We need to find a cure or an antidote or something” Terry said.
“Theoretically, if we could analyze the particles, then we would have a lot of questions answered, right?” Rebecca said.
“That sounds right” Terry said. “Can we do that?”
“I’ll go through the books” Rebecca said. She moved to the pile of books and started to go through the indexes.
“I’m going to get the computer ready to use some of this equipment” Terry said. “Even in his day, the old man had all of his chemistry stuff hooked up to the computer.”
An hour passed.
“I think I found something” Rebecca said. “We need to use a transducer and distribution analyzer. Do we have that stuff?”
class=GramE>“A transducer and an analyzing what?” Terry asked moving from the computer to the chemistry lab table.
“A transducer and distribution analyzer” Rebecca repeated.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Terry started to quickly look through the cabinets until he found what he was looking for.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Rebecca read off the procedure for the experiment and Terry followed her instructions.
“How long does it sit here?” Terry asked as the machines did their job.
“The green light will switch to a red light” Rebecca replied. “It says that it will take an hour at the most.”
“Great” Terry said.
“Why don’t we get cleaned up and I’ll make us something to eat?” Rebecca said. “If anything I think we both need some bloody coffee right about now.”
“Might as well” Terry said.
After changing and washing up, Terry and Rebecca went upstairs.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Soon, the smell of eggs, cheese, sausage, and toast filled the kitchen. Coffee had been made before the rest of the food was finished.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Terry sniffed the air with a small smile.
“Smells class=SpellE>schway” Terry said.
“Good” Rebecca said turning from the stove with two plates. “Because it’s done.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> The two ate their food quickly and hastily returned to the Batcave. The put on their special clothing and lab wear and checked their equipment.
“Looks like we still have a minute and a half left” Terry said.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The computer already had a partial readout on the mixture.
“I don’t even know what this stuff is” Rebecca said.
“I’m sure Bruce has something on at least some of the stuff in that machine” Terry said. He silently counted down with the small digital clock until the light went from green to red.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “It’s done.”
The computer automatically printed out the results.
“I’m going to get cleaned up” Terry said. “Will you clean up the lab?”
“Yes, sir” Rebecca said. She moved to quickly place items in the large sterilizer. The two vials, which Rebecca marked A and B, were placed in a holder for vials.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> After turning on the sterilizer and wiping the lab table, Rebecca went to clean herself up.
The day went by extremely slow. Terry searched and printed out information on all eight substances that were in the transparent powder. Most of them happened to be contact poisons.
Rebecca had stayed nearby, but usually remained out of sight.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She talked with the police outside, who reported that the commissioner didn’t want them to visit Bruce for a few days. She thought that it would pose as an easy target to the person who threw the rocks.
A Graceful Entrance

            Terry McGinnis was not having a good night. He’d been patrolling Gotham since sundown, and in that time he’d gotten into at least three brawls with different members of the Jokerz. He was tired, sore, and his mind had already drifted to the thought of going home and getting some rest. He was making one last pass over the city before retiring for the night, and so far he’d seen nothing out of the ordinary. Which was good. He might actually get to bed at a decent hour for once. Satisfied that, for the moment, nothing was amiss, he turned the bat jet around and headed home.
            The world below him was dark, shrouded by fog and shadows, and as he neared Wayne Manor, his eyes absently strayed to the old Donovan Hall. The Donovan family had died out years ago, but the land had never been sold, since it had been inherited from one generation to the next. The people of the city of Gotham had decided it was something of a historical landmark, and had refused to allow the local businesses to buy the place and turn it into a shopping district. Bruce was quite relieved, since he didn’t want so many people around, possibly seeing things they shouldn’t, and Terry thought he’d perhaps had a hand in the matter. Personally, Terry didn’t care much about the place one way or another. He hadn’t thought of it much in the past few weeks, not since the decision had been made to preserve the place. But Bruce had mentioned to him that, apparently, the place had been sold. Not to realtors, but to the exceedingly wealthy, estranged wife of Maximus Carlton, the leading mastermind of cybernetic and robotic weaponry in the world.
            Terry’s gaze moved over the ancient, gargantuan structure with minimal interest. He was pretty certain the aging, eccentric wife of an old, crack brained inventor would most likely not be getting into any mischief at that time of day. The bat jet had moved over the house and was en route to Wayne Manor when a bright light came on, catching Terry’s attention. Considering it was four in the morning, and the entire countryside was pitch black, the light was a literal beacon, drawing his gaze to it immediately.
            A woman walked out of the house, Mrs. Lora Carlton he assumed, but she wasn’t old like he thought she’d be. She was young, close to his own age if he wasn’t mistaken. She was dressed in a long, flowing white robe that swirled around her ankles as she walked across her deck to the enormous swimming pool just behind the house. Towering lights surrounded the pool, clearly illuminating the woman’s lovely figure as she stopped at the water’s edge, and Terry could see the outline of her generous curves beneath the robe. His hands reflexively tightened on the steering wheel of the jet, and his suit made a faint beeping sound, alerting to his increased heart rate. He absently reached up and turned off his visual link with the computer at Wayne Manor.
            The young woman, blissfully unaware that she was not alone, reached down and slowly untied her robe. As it gently fell to the ground to pool on the concrete, Terry got the most pleasant shock of his life. He’d been expecting to get a better look at her beautiful body, perhaps in a bikini or one piece. But the night had definitely improved, because the girl wasn’t wearing a swimming suit. She wasn’t wearing anything at all, in fact. She was completely naked, and Terry put his foot on the brake without realizing it.
            The young woman leisurely stretched her arms over her head, giving him a spectacular picture of what she would look like sprawled out on a bed beneath him, and then she gracefully dived into the water. He knew he should leave. What he was doing was wrong, nothing short of an invasion of the woman’s privacy. He also had to get to Wayne Manor before Bruce started worrying about him and tried to reestablish a visual link with him, but he couldn’t seem to will himself to leave. Terry’s eyes followed her as she slowly swam the length of the pool before turning and heading back to the other end. He watched her repeat this process several times. Obviously she stayed in shape by swimming laps. He was disappointed because, despite the generous light given off by the skylights, he couldn’t clearly make out her body in the water.
            Almost as if she were reading his mind, the woman emerged from the pool and slowly made her way to a nearby table where a number of towels had been set out for just such an occasion. Terry leaned against the steering wheel, his eyes transfixed by the sight of her curves gently bouncing in the moonlight. When she paused to run her fingers through her hair and then delicately wipe a few drops of water off of her breasts, Terry’s stomach jerked in sexual awareness, and his foot slipped off of the brake.
            He quickly jerked himself upright and slammed his foot down, but unfortunately, because he’d been leaning on the steering wheel when his foot slipped, the jet had immediately plunged toward the ground, and it had accelerated at an alarming rate. When he pushed on the brake and simultaneously lifted his weight off the steering wheel, the jet whirled wildly in the air so that he couldn’t get his bearings. Terry took his foot off the brake again, trying to help the jet regain its balance, and right about then he heard a very loud crash as the jet rammed into an enormous tree and plummeted to the ground.
            Dazed by the impact and the spinning motion of the jet, he stumbled out of the vehicle and looked up, into the surprised eyes of Bruce Wayne’s new, very naked, neighbor. For a moment, there was absolute silence. Terry’s eyes seemed to have a will of their own, devouring the sight of her. She was very petite, just about 5’. She had long, dark hair and enormous brown eyes that gave her a youthful appearance. Her body was out of this world. She had a waist he could circle with his hands, legs longer then his own though he was almost a foot taller then her, an ass that wouldn’t quit, and breasts that were at once both large and perky. She seemed to be completely unaware of her nudity, or perhaps she was just so comfortable with herself that she felt she had nothing to hide. Every muscle in his body went tense, and he felt the heavy rush of blood to his groin as he responded to her proximity, his erection straining against the material of his suit.
            “Well, this is a bit awkward, I’d say,” the young woman remarked, and a jolt of lust went through his already painfully aroused body. Her voice was lilting and rich, and almost like a caress. She let her gaze slide over him in frank assessment, and his shaft twitched as her eyes roamed over him. “It’s not every day I meet a masked man. Especially one that has fallen into my yard when I happen to be naked.”
            There was absolutely nothing Terry could say to that, and they both knew it. It was obvious the woman had figured out he’d been watching her. Then again, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to put it together. Rather then stammer and attempt to make up some sort of lame excuse when they both knew the truth, he decided to brazen it out. He gave a careless shrug and said, “What can I say, I seem to have great timing.”
            The woman blinked at him in surprise, and then she laughed. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment. Since your jet won’t be flying out of here anytime soon, could you excuse me for a moment?”
            Terry nodded and then watched as she turned and slipped her robe back on. He felt a brief moment of disappointment, but when she turned to face him, the material of her robe was plastered to the wet contours of her body, and he could still see every one of her formidable charms quite clearly. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, and he had the insane desire to lean down and flick his tongue over them.
            “There, that’s better,” she murmured as she finished tying the belt, her eyes once more doing a slow inventory of his body, making blood rush through his head.
            “For you, maybe,” he muttered, and then his eyes widened as he realized what he’d said.
            The woman went still for a moment and eyed him speculatively. “Liked what you saw, did you?” she asked, a slight smiling gracing her luscious lips.
            Terry wasn’t sure what that strange look in her eyes meant, but he was protected by the shroud of his costume, and he felt unusually bold. Perhaps it was his rampaging desire and her nearness, or her somewhat friendly behavior, but he stepped closer to her, grabbed her hand and pressed it against his suit, sliding it down the length of his penis, and said between gritted teeth, “What do you think?”
            She stared down at his hand holding hers over the hard outline of his arousal, and she licked her lips. “I see. Nice, very nice.”
            She lightly closed her fingers around him and Terry’s eyes closed as a wave of pleasure ran through him. He became aware of the smell of her, a light, delicate scent that made him think of ocean shores. She leaned her body against his, her full breasts brushing against the top of his abdomen, and then she gently squeezed his shaft, causing him to moan out loud. He opened his eyes as a fingertip rested against his lips.
            “Hush, my pretty stallion,” she whispered, her eyes searching the darkness around them. “I am never alone, you know. Not for long.”
            Terry frowned, wondering what she was talking about, but before he could speak, she slid her hand from his groin to rest on his butt, and then she bucked her hips against his ever so lightly, the friction of her thighs sliding against his causing him to gasp. Her eyes seemed wild, full of passion and something else he didn’t understand, but he knew she was as aroused as he was. She wanted him. And that knowledge pushed him to the brink of his control.
            “It’s been so very long,” she whispered, running her fingers down his chest and around his waist, softly stroking them over the curve of his butt. “And I’ve been so lonely. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be wanted, to be consumed by desire. I want to be touched, pleasured…Do you want to touch me?”
            “Hell yes,” Terry hissed, his breath coming in shallow gasps as her body gently slid against his. “Touch you, taste you, whatever you’ll let me do.”
            A shiver went through her, and his arms tightened instinctively. “What promises you make, my beauty. Let us go inside and discuss this in private,” she replied.
            Terry glanced around, clearly confused, but he nodded in agreement. Seeing his look of consternation, the woman said, “Well, I know it seems to be quiet out here, but you just fell out of the sky about two minutes ago. Anyone could be out there right now.”
Terry smiled and then, rather then set her down and lose the delicious feeling of her in his arms, Terry swept her off her feet and carried her into the house. She gasped as he lifted her with ease, and then smiled up at him wonderingly.
“My, my, you are a strong one,” she laughed, the admiration in her voice clear. “And quite masterful, as well. I can hardly wait to feel you inside me.”
The candidness of her words made Terry stumble in surprise. She was so very forward! He wondered if it had anything to do with the loneliness she’d mentioned earlier. He knew that she’d left her husband, but he didn’t know how long ago that had been. Evidently, it had been quite awhile. He was flattered by the idea that he was the first man she’d been interested in since separating from her husband. And the notion made him feel strangely possessive as well. Following her directions, he made his way through the gigantic house to her bedroom. He moved to the bed and then sat down on it, placing her in his lap. His erection bucked against her buttocks as they nestled into place on his lap, but he forced himself to be patient, for the moment. “Now, what is it you would like to discuss?” he murmured, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of her robe, brushing with exquisite tenderness over the tops of her breasts.
            “Becoming lovers, of course,” she answered him, taking his hand in her own and sliding it beneath the fabric of her robe, cupping it around her breast. She licked her lips as his palm glided over her nipple, and sweat broke out on Terry’s brow as he fought for control. “I must tell you I am married, and I have been since I was just a child. It was arranged by our families of course. My marriage was never a conventional one, and when I reached an age of independence, I chose to leave my husband. He refused to allow me a divorce, but I was granted separation. If we become lovers, it will be considered adultery.”
          Terry ran his hand up the length of a shapely thigh and honestly admitted, “Frankly, I could care less what its called.” He leaned his head down and ran his tongue over one dainty ear.
            She smiled at him and then reached down between them to stroke the tip of his aching shaft. “I know that, considering your mask, you most likely wish to keep your identity a secret. I understand your need for secrecy of course, but what do I call you?”
            Terry paused for a moment, considering her question as carefully as he could with the fires of lust raging through him. He quickly came to the conclusion that telling her his first name would be fairly safe. It was common after all. “Terry.”
            She smiled up at him and deliberately rubbed her body against his. “My name is Lora. I’m pleased to meet you, Terry.”
            He groaned as her curves slid over his muscles, and his eyes were feverish when he said, “Not yet, but I promise, you will be.”
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