Agent in the Dark (The Agents for Good) by Guy Stanton III Read Free Book Online Page A

the side of the charred out high-rise. I was actually pretty proud of my little dumb waiter system to be truthful.
    When we reached the popped out windowpane I swung inward and tied the rope off. Awkwardly I stepped out of the loop and began climbing the stairs to the next floor above us. Another nice thing about the shelter was that the roof and windows of the upper section of the high-rise were mostly intact, so there was little water damage or fouling done by birds. It was a veritable haven in the midst of hell.
     
    I stepped into a luxurious suite and made my way to the bedroom. I laid Asia down on a chase lounge, as I lit some candles. I turned back to her and I didn’t like what I saw. Her face was pale and I touched her forehead to see if she had a fever. She was so cold it shocked me!
    I felt for a pulse and at first I didn’t find it. She was in deep hypothermia and her wet clothes weren’t helping. I stripped my own off and then more or less ripped hers all off. I pulled the covers back on the bed and laid her on the bed. I got into the bed and pulled the covers up over both of us. I pulled her over on top of me, as chills racked through me at the contact of her ice cold skin with mine.
    Generally, I was very warm-blooded by nature, but the cold rain had left me chilled and now having to contend with the ice block that she was, was its own form of torture. Shivering I wrapped my arms around her. Her wet hair was unbearably cold against my skin. I pulled another blanket close and worked at drying her hair and then mine. That done I rubbed away at her back, as I finally began to make some heat of my own again.
    In an hour’s time I was quite warm again and being to rtured in an entirely different way. There was nothing like having a beautiful woman laying on top of you, skin to skin and having the urge to do something about it, but bound by not doing so by a sense of some guilt that I would be as bad as about the worst individual I could imagine, if I listened to my desire’s commands to take advantage of her in her sickened state. I wasn’t that far gone yet, at least I hoped not.
     
    It was torture! This wasn’t at all how I had imagined our first time together in bed would be. What do you know I still had something of an ethical code somewhere inside. I didn’t eat people or take advantage of unconscious women. It was good to know that I had something redeeming about myself yet intact.
    Her face was turned to me, as it lay on the curly black matte of my chest hair. She had warmed up considerably and she was breathing much stronger now. For someone with a slimmer build she certainly had full lips.
    ‘Stop! Don’t go there John!’ I preached to myself, as my hands dug into the mattress and I stared up at the ceiling willing myself to not give in to the temptation presented by her.
    Why was I fighting so hard to avoid my own desires?
    It just seemed like the thing to do was all I could come up with. Surprisingly after a while I fell asleep.
     
    I startled awake and glanced around disconcerted. What was wrong? The candles were almost burned out, but I saw nothing else amiss.
    I was hot! No, she was hot!
    She was literally burning up on top of me. Oh God! This was bad! What to do? Get water and try to cool her down?
    As tempting as that was the body promoted fever for a reason. It was best that she sweat out whatever the fever was trying to get rid of. She was moaning and shifting around pitifully on top of me in her delirium of fever. I pulled her up a little further then and I pulled the covers up farther and held her consolingly with one arm, as I reached for the wet towel that I had dried her hair and mine off with earlier. I pressed part of it to her face and mopped the sweat with the cool towel.
    “ Shhhhh it’s okay.”
    I did my best to calm her, as sweat rolled off both of us. Four long hours later her fever broke. I watched her take deep even breath after breath enjoying it somehow. She’d