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Erotic Novels 28 ( New )

Erotic Novels 28 ( New )

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ProbeThe sudden storm had been startling; sharp and violent, rollingover the hills to the north and east and coming down upon them inthe breath of a moment. For an hour or more, it had flung its furyupon the land and river and the usually quiet little creek, rip-ping the undergrowth from the already rain sodden ground and turn-ing ancient trees that had stood for well over a hundred yearsinto kindling. At times, as the storm surrounded them, the windhad driven straight ahead and the crescendo of its passing becamelike a tortured scream thought the trees; then it would swirl andeddy, blowing confused, chasing itself into a tighter and stilltighter maelstrom of sound and rain and thunder. Battering thelittle cabin that crouched beneath the relative shelter of theoaks, birch, and fir trees, and the hill that rose above andbehind it.And then almost as quickly as it had come: it was gone. Butthe dark night skies remained as cloud streaked and stained asbefore as brief showers passed over them. Even, now, a good threehours after the storms passing, the waters of the river and of thedeep water creek which fed the river, remained troubled, expect-ant, tossing the little sailboat lying at an uneasy anchor in thecreek, this way and that. In another three hours, dawn would come.But for now, with no moon to lift and fill the silence, there wasonly the total blackness of night and the metallic sound of hal-yards banging against metal stays, and the incessant dripping ofwater from water soaked leaves and fallen trees, the murmur of thestream that ran close upon the cabin and the voice of the risingcreek itself.A match flared in the darkness, then was gone. Its sound un-natural in the silence. In its brief light, the framework of adoor was imprinted upon the darkness and within its boundaries, adarkish man whose eyes caught the glint of yellow from the flameand reflected the light like two tiny moons reflect the suns rays."Nat?"His name was Nathianel. Nate, to friends and enemies alike--Nat, to the woman who's voice came out of the darkness behind him.If the light from the match had remained for a moment longer thanit had, and had he been facing her, he was certain she would havebeen surprised by the look of wonder on his face, for in his mindhe was back in the research shack, staring into the unearthlybluish light of a radio scope which painted something that shouldnot have been there. Had not been there when he had begun hisinitial search for the pleasure yacht enroute to the capitol andcarrying a most human bit of cargo that he had waited for withtrepidation. But abruptly there when he had twisted controls toincrease the scopes sensitivity, appearing dim, nearly indis-cernable, masked by the stronger return of the ship he hadsearched for and appearing almost as a ghost.He swore silently to himself. So much had not been done,could not be done; was not done and he was not certain why. Hecould have radioed in his first observations, irregardless of whathe thought he had seen. But the sighting had been too brief. Andalthough he had re-run the calculations that would mask the starfield patterns and present him with a clearer contact, he had
neglected, still, to make any kind of call for a kind of indepen-dent verification, just glared at the screen as if it were lyingto him. When he had finally broken his stupor, moved to reset thescope, make the call, the screen had become a hash of signalsgenerated by the storm and they had had to race back to the cabin.But once they were safe, the storm beating down everything aroundthem, he had continued to hold back and not make any kind ofcontact. Wasting time. Even then, despite the storm, he could havegotten through to someone, but, and he smiled at the thought, thenother things had come up and the call had been further delayed.And now it was impossible as he stared out into the blackness,marking the sounds from the boat over there to his left, thestream that ran behind and curved around the house on its way downto the creek. They had no power. The storm had probably blown afuse or something had parted in the wind and he was no longer surethat he wanted to make any kind of report. Unsure that if what hehad seen were real, that the knowledge was in fact something thatshould be shared with others at that moment."Nat?"He finally stirred, looking back over his shoulder into thedarkness of the cabin. "Storms gone. Should clear up in a couple ahours or so," he said absently. Unwilling at that moment to devotemore attention to Millie. "Then we can go if you want.""Do you think the boat's okay?"He chuckled under his breath. "It had better be, it'll bedamned difficult to get out of here.""Then don't you suppose you should check the radio?""I can do that later. Preferably when there's more light; seethe antenna. Dawn will be here pretty soon, anyway."Millie did not immediately answer. Then she said quietly,"And the end of it."No, not now, Millie, he thought. I don't really want to visitthis discussion again, one they had been having over a course of afew years. "Perhaps, not," he remarked instead, trying toforestall it. "We can talk about it some more," he said finally."A little later per--""I like it here. Its..""I know. I do too. It's just not practical.""It could be."He nodded."Well don't you think so, Nat?""Yes," he said quickly into the night, forgetting that shecould not see him. Not even an outline of him because the oneemergency light they had, even the remnants of the fire, had longago gone out. Damned fuse, he thought ruefully. "I guess-- itcould be.""Then--""Later, Millie. Please. I need to think.""About me?" There was laughter in her voice."No," he said over his shoulder, "definitely not about you.Not now, at any rate. But," he said with a leer, "I will and you'dbetter be ready."The bedcovers rustled. "I am." Her voice became huskier. "I'mwet already.""Millie," he sighed, "later, all right?."She said nothing for a long moment and he he was afraid thismight be the overture to an argument, something he neither wantedor needed at the moment. He heard her sigh. "All right, Nat. I'm
sorry."Oh, for the love of the Great Being, he said to himself. Ifonly she would simply understand. Accept for the moment. But thenhow could she. She was not really a member of the Council, just anadjunct to it. And although the two of them were connected, eachtogether, professionally...spiritually, there was no provision fortelling someone outside the Council of its workings or interests.But more to the point, he needed to try to understand the signifi-cance of what he had or thought he had seen with relation to theCouncil. The adjuncts, everyone else, would perhaps understand itssignificance, but there were wider implications: to himself, tothe Council. To everyone, he realized with a start. And so he hadto ponder the connectives, determine if he in fact should radio inwhat he had seen. He pursed his lips, considering. Nodded hishead. If he did, that would in fact mean the end to all this. Butonly if what I think I saw is actually there."Night, Nat.""Umm."The bed squeaked as she settled herself.He looked uselessly over his shoulder in her direction,initially smiling, then feeling a grin crease his face as hethought of her. Warming, stirring beneath his robe. No, he said tohimself severely, that for later as he pulled on the pipe. Thething was dead, never having gotten a chance to burn. Could hechance it? Perhaps not, but, he would do it anyway. Perhaps if hewere particularly careful, cupped the fame so the light would notdisturb her..."You might as well light it.""What?""You might as well light the damned thing. You'll be happierand at least I'll know where you are.""I thought you were going back to sleep.""You didn't hear me then.""Hear you? what in the world do you mean? I heard youbefore.""I said that I was ready for you again.""Millie," he started, hesitated, searching for the rightwords. Then discarded the half truths he was about to utter forwhat he really wanted to say. "I want you too." He stopped. Thewords seemed trite. "I want you, also," he said again, "but..."She chuckled, the sound coming from deep in her chest. "Whydo you people always insist in trying to find an excuse.""I'm not trying to find an excuse, I--""Yes, you are. And its ridiculous. I don't care-- well I docare-- but I know you've things on your mind. So think about them,then come to me when you're done." A pause: " Provided it isn'ttoo long."They both chuckled. Then he added mockingly, "Just what do youmean, YOU people?""Never mind. Don't be long.""It won't be."She growled at him, laughed.Nathianel shook his head. Smiled. Playing with me, just asbefore. And how she played. She was... was...This is not helping, he muttered, straightening, but saggingagain, seeing, experiencing the sensations again in his mind ofwhat had been...The rain pelting them, stinging like needles asthey stumbled, slid, nearly fell their way into the cabin and

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