MICHAEL CIRCLED G, tracing a finger along his body, admiring the hardness of the Officer’s body.
G didn’t give him the pleasure of sensing fear. He regulated his breathing as best he could; it took the Master Yogi in him to do it.
Unknown to them, Queen had regained consciousness, but her head was throbbing as if someone was inside her head drumming.
The M14 rifle was just there on the ground in her direct line of sight. She took deep silent breaths, trying to ignore the conversation between G and Michael. Trying to tune it out, because it was all she could do not to scream obscenity at the sub-human who had her husband.
When she was certain that she could stand up without falling again, she gathered her wits about her, reached for the rifle and stood up slowly, using the weapon as lev
