Tess Awakening by Andres Mann Read Free Book Online

Take your clothes off slowly.”
    Tess felt nauseous. Amir stared at her,
patiently waiting for his wishes to be obeyed. This is the end of
the charade, Tess thought to herself. I must be smart. There is
more than me involved here. I must think straight.
    She rose, and slowly removed the slinky
dress, letting it fall on the floor. She remained upright in her
bra, panties, and high-heeled shoes. Amir smiled, obviously pleased
with what he saw. A statuesque splendidly fit young woman; tight
abdomen and legs that belonged in Hollywood. Exquisite lips,
stunning green eyes framed by blonde hair. Allah is indeed great to
bestow such a beauty on his humble servant.
    “Now take the rest of it off,” he commanded.
Slowly, deliberately, Tess removed her bra, letting it fall to the
floor. The sight of her perfect breasts and nipples was more than
Amir could bear. He stood up and gently placed his hands on them,
thrilling at the heavenly texture so unique to fine females. He
started to tremble, his erection now visible. He planned to take
her slowly, unhurriedly and assert his dominance by bringing her up
to ecstasy against her will. He wanted to reduce her to a
supplicant for more of what his manhood could provide, but he
started to lose control. He must have her. Now! Tess appeared to be
affected by the erotic moment and parted her lips in a sign of
receptivity. Amir took one step back to remove his robe.
    In what seemed to be an instant, Tess flexed
her body into what appeared to be a dance pirouette, swung her
right leg up to her shoulder, and with a swift turn of her body
planted the tip of her high-heel shoe in Amir’s temple. He crumpled
to the floor, not knowing what hit him. Tess, expecting a
counterattack, stepped back and adopted a martial arts posture. She
waited a few seconds, but there was no movement. Cautiously, she
moved closer to the collapsed body on the carpet. The General was
still alive, but unconscious.

 
    Chapter 7
Escape and Tragedy
    Almost on cue, Kejal appeared. ‘Obviously,
privacy in any form is not the norm in this place,’ Tess thought,
but she was happy to see the woman. As Tess tried to restore her
beating heart to normalcy, Kejal began unpacking a bag. She spread
a chador, the traditional head-to-toe dress of conservative Islamic
women, across the bed; a pair of sturdy shoes next to it.
    “Hurry, you must wear this,” she urged. “We
must leave now!” Tess did not need further encouragement. She put
the gown back on and slipped the chador over her head.
    “We can just walk out the door?” she asked,
almost incredulously. Kejal made sure that Tess was entirely
concealed under the garment.
    “It is almost dark. Soon the guards will
leave to eat. Only one guard will be left outside. We must go
around him. He will think you are the cook going home. I always let
her out of the gate when she is done here.”
    ‘Risky, but workable,’ Tess thought.
    Kejal continued her instructions. “If the
guard suspects something, you will need to harm him.”
    “Oh, I think I have something that will harm
him, all right,” Tess said while silently appreciating all the
years of martial arts lessons.
    Kejal handed her a large kitchen knife. “When
we leave the room, we will go to the left; the hallway should be
deserted and at the end there is a door that opens to the outside.
As usual they assume that a mere woman, even one that is an
American officer, is no match for any of them, so there are no
additional guards outside. Besides they don’t want people to think
we are doing something in this building.” Tess did not want to know
what that ‘something’ was.
    “Will you come with me? Together we can get
back to the American lines. I will help you ….”
    “Thank you for your kindness Major,”
    “Please, call me Tess.”
    “Tess,” she said the name as others say the
names of the saints. “I will go with you. The General will kill me
when he finds I have helped you. I am not afraid of dying,