Part 67: Eric Boyds & Rhonda Jessica White-Boyds (The Warden and inmate). -REVISED- Now, this is more like me.
As little girls, most of us dreamt of a person that would take us into a World of love. Where the phrase I love you was passionate and sincere, where a hug can fix all problems that we had during the day and the time they were gone; the perfect Knight to save and protect us. More times than not, we don’t find that Knight in shining armor, instead we find a boy playing a man in chromed out Jordans with no promise of a future. I am an exception, I found my Knight in shining armor that recused me from the pits of hell, prison. We're both on the run from the CIA and decided to lay our heads in Ecuador. If you remember we just linked back up after leaving me with a man that was in love with me but also needed to kill me to complete his mission, since I was his mark. Anyway, after that night I found out that I was now Eric's mark. Not knowing what to do, Eric talked me into going on the run with him. He's doesn't want to kill me but he also wants to be with me, he can't be with me and still run free so know we're both marks.
Out of all the Countries we had to choose from, this is what he selects. I don't mind it as much because of how our house is positioned; we’re on a hill and can't see every and anyone coming our way, we even installed censors under ground in our tunnels. It's better to be safe than sorry. We've spent most of our days keeping in shape, learning new languages, making new escape routes, and best of all loving one another. Having a strong man forces you to be an even stronger woman, because everything that walks will test you, challenge your relationship, and the faithfulness of your husband. Most of us have no clue what to do, at first I didn’t know what to do until Eric taught me how to handle the ignorance of others without stepping out of character, by saying nothing.
Eric and I was sitting up one friday night bored then decided that after a year of laying low, it was time to go out, and enjoy ourselves. We headed to a club three towns over in a very elegant area. Eric in a black suit, I wore a black fitting dress. You know, very classy but extremely sexy to the right man type of dress, yes that one. We found a sit nearest the three exits, ordered a few drinking, and nursed those for about an hour. We did some light kisses and petting but nothing that'll draw attention this way. A song came on that I adored and I guided Eric to the dance floor so I could seduce him by gliding my body on his.
Me grinding up on him and him making me feel like the only woman in the room, by the way he gazed into my eyes and making love to my soul. We slow danced to the beats of our heart and the melody that secretes from our overly active hormones. Holding onto the back of his neck, I pull his head to reach mine because a kiss was all I needed right then. I don't know what his plan is for later tonight but laying it on him is on my mind.
The lights came on as the last song wss coming to an end. This woman started running towards Eric but he's back was facing her, I did what I thought was best and turned him towards the door. There was a poke like a needle, then warmth covering the right side of my body. Then there was a loud explosion at the front door, right at that moment is when the warmth on my right side vanished and a sharp pain decides to take over. The pain wasn't immobilizing so it was time for us to go.
Eric moving in and out of the crowd, making a way for me to follow behind him without having to fight through the masses. Smoke and fire was spreading behind me, catching people that could not comprehend what was going on. So instead of running from the fire, they either stayed still or ran towards the only entrance they knew. Once we made it past the kitchen doors, they were all a distant memory of so many lives lost too soon.
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