Nasty Little F___ers-Kindle by David McAfee Read Free Book Online Page B

the side for good measure, and walked back to her tent.
    This wasn’t good. She’d stopped Moretz this time, but what if he came at her again? He was bigger and stronger than her, and next time he’d be expecting the knee to the groin. She reached under her pillow and took out the hunting knife Colby had given her. It came with a sheath that tied around her thigh. She strapped it on now, feeling a little funny. A geekier, less hot version of Lara Croft.
    But at least the knife would be handy if Moretz tried anything else.
    Would he try something else? Probably not. Moretz was a coward at heart. A bit obsessed, but her kick to his groin would probably calm him down for a while. Still, she considered telling the others, just in case. She thought about a confrontation between Moretz and the other scientists. Would they believe her?
    Edison would. He’d jump at the chance to prove himself to her. But what about Allen and Steinman? Steinman was already wound tighter than a guitar string over Jared’s death. He’d probably faint if he found out anything else had gone wrong. Allen was useless. A complete academic trapped in a teenage hacker’s body. Neither of them would be much help. She decided not to tell her colleagues, they’d been through enough for one day.
    Maybe she should tell Colby when he got back.
    No , she thought. Colby would probably kill him.
    Better to keep Moretz’s unwanted attention to herself. For now. She would keep her eye on him, though. She fingered the knife strapped to her leg, and if a time came when he needed another reminder to leave her alone, she’d damn sure give him one.
    ***
    Moretz lay on the ground for a good fifteen minutes, trying to see past the stars swimming in his vision. Tears leaked out of his eyes, and his face burned.
    That bitch!
    He squeezed his eyes shut again, the throbbing in his testicles causing him to groan again.
    That bitch!
    She’d led him on, giving him all those looks and all that encouragement, all to kick him in the balls when he made his move. What kind of game was she playing? Now he was laying in the dirt holding on to his balls for dear life, certain that if he let go they would fall off. His eyes swam with pain, and he wondered if he’d ever be able to walk normally again, all because Janice wanted to keep playing her stupid game.
    That fucking bitch!
    After a while, the pain subsided, and he was able to think more clearly. Then the truth of the situation came to him. This had something to do with Colby. That guy must have some weird kind of hold on her. Maybe he threatened her or something. Yeah, that had to be it. That jerk had her too afraid to do what she really wanted. What an asshole.
    Footsteps at his back let him know someone was coming up behind him. Janice must have come back to apologize. Maybe she would offer to kiss his balls and make them feel better. He would refuse, at first. She would probably start begging him to let her. At that point, he would give in. Why be mean?
    He lay with his back to her, waiting for her apology. But she didn’t say anything. He waited for a count of thirty, then he grunted and shifted his weight to let her know he was awake.
    “Damn it, Moretz, you scared the crap out of me. What are you doing on the ground?”
    Steinman.
    “I don’t know if you remember or not, but Jared disappeared,” Steinman continued. “Did you miss the bloody foot the guys brought back? Want that to happen to you?”
    Moretz shot to a sitting position and regretted it almost immediately. The pain in his groin had been sleeping, but it flared up again when he moved. He gritted his teeth through the haze of pain and managed to get to his feet. He shuffled past Steinman, who shook his head and muttered something under his breath, and made his way to his tent. He heard the potty door close as Steinman went inside to do his business.
    That bitch , he thought again as he reached his tent and crawled inside. He lay on top of his sleeping