56652798 Keeper of the Flame

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need me.
And maybe, just maybe, she needed them.
She turned to grin up at Flame with a suddenly light heart. Have you ever heard of
pyrotechnics?
Chapter Five
This was a good idea, Flame. Kendall panted as she jogged along side him, trying her best
to keep up. I haven t felt this good in such a long time. I needed the exercise, although
matching you is out of the question. Where did you learn to move so quickly through the
terrain like this?
Men are required to learn these skills as young boys, Mistress. Much practice is necessary.
I bet you never thought you d be using them now. Her voice rasped as she fought to keep
up with his vigorous movements.
Indeed, Mistress. This is one skill I had not thought to use.
Eventually even Flame began to tire. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he began to fight for
his breath. He had already stopped several times to help her along.
I ve got to stop! Kendall cried, exhausted from trying to keep up with his grueling pace and
long stride. I need air! My legs are killing me! My back will never be the same! The man
was a machine while she was merely flesh and bone. No more!
As you wish, Mistress. His voice was also a bit raspy.
Call me Kendall. Under the circumstances, don t you think it would be wise?
Yes, Mistress.
Exasperated, Kendall plopped down on a large rock and refused to move another inch. Above
her the red and gold leaves resembled a canopy of fire that offered cool shade instead of
blistering heat. The grass on either side of the worn rocky trail was still lush and green.
As she earlier predicted, the small woodland animals scurried back and forth along the forest
floor storing food for the upcoming winter season. A warm breeze softly rustles through the
leaves, stirring memories of her youth: of skinned knees and bikes, drinking ice cold
lemonade with friends, running through fields of tall grass, and just lazing about enjoying the
last dog days of summer.
It was a glorious day in the woods and Kendall found herself drinking in all the sights that it
had to offer, including the tall red headed man standing before her.
You can t go around calling me Mistress! she finally sighed as she looked up at the tall
man. People will look at you funny! People will look at me funny! They ll think that I m
some kind of sexual predator bent on controlling your every movement!
Oh Lordy! The thoughts that image conjured up! Shaking her head a bit to clear her mind, she
strove onward. Remember what we discussed yesterday? You are now a respected
businessman in a lucrative field. You don t follow orders from anyone, you give them!
Flame had to take a deep breath and shake his head to dispel the images that popped into his
head of ordering her to strip out of her clothes so he could examine the differences between
them personally. Of ordering her to strip him of his garments and then do the same for
herself.
It was certainly warm this time of the year on this small blue planet!
The whole idea of this nature hike was to help ease the tension that had shot up between them
in the cramped confines of the small cabin. Exposing a small bit of his power to her back at
the cabin had been a calculated way of putting some distance between them. If she feared him
a little, he would have a reason to avoid being in her close company and limit the time they
spent together.
But now she seemed to be drawn closer to him, as if they shared a secret only the two of them
knew.
Flame had analyzed the feelings her presence caused in him and was amazed to discover that
his body was sending a loud message to his brain. He wanted her in a most shockingly carnal
way. He had thought such desires long dead inside him. Even his own body would not heed
the orders he gave it. He did not know how to answer her properly. Yes, Mistress, he
managed, trying to decipher her feelings.
Kendall sighed. Time to change the subject. Flame was beginning to look uncomfortable
again. How does that little computer thingy of yours work? I can t believe how fast you
changed those records and downloaded all that information.
Kendall recalled the little palm top computer that Flame had whipped from his black duffel
bag the previous day. After speaking a few guttural-sounding words, the little black box
began to vibrate. In a few moments it spit out a small disk, not unlike a miniature CD, with
all the information Flame needed to start a new life in the fireworks business. It was amazing.
She did want to know more about it, so it was the perfect topic to use to give the man some
time to pull himself together.
Flamed leaned against a nearby tree as he observed Kendall. Both children were asleep,
snuggled on his chest safely in the double harness and he smiled at the sweet noises they
made.
The sudden image of his Mistress snuggled up against his chest and cooing made his body
harden yet again. Quickly he sat on the ground to hide the change in his body that those
blasted Earth clothes so easily revealed, using the harness as a little extra shielding.
The computer is of the same design as the navigational computer on my ship. It is capable of
picking up any signals broadcast from any satellite on this continent. His voice sounded
rushed even to him. Surely she would know there was something he was trying to hide.
So it s a mini receiver?
That is correct. It can also create subliminal files of any information I desire and replay them
to me at any given time. The information is automatically accepted by my subconscious and I
assimilate the skills as if I have had extensive training in the subject. It is really quite
efficient.
You don t have to be asleep? Kendall smiled, looking speculative.
No, Mistress, sleep is unnecessary, but it can be done that way also. The brain is a
remarkable organ. It receives input from all around us, categorizes it in order of importance,
stores what is needed and disregards the rest. You just need to be taught how to listen and
your brain can absorb all kinds of data. I learned your language while flying to this planet and
learned other useful information while sinking my ship in your lake.
The images that thought produced his ship in her lake! There was something about the
words that caused another instant rush of blood from his brain and into his nether region.
Even Kendall began to eye him mysteriously with those sparkling Tarcas brown eyes as she
took in what he had said and shifted through his words, no doubt searching for a double
meaning.
Tell me about your past mistake.
He changed the subject out of desperation as again his lower anatomy began to painfully fight
the restraints of his earth jeans. The look she was giving him was having a direct effect on his
libidinous desires and he was in danger of acting like an untried youth struggling to serve his
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