• Standing on the deck of our small secluded cabin was a shock. I had never pictured myself there in the brisk morning dawn with birds flying in the orange and pink sky. Let alone staying in the cozy log cabin with none other than Sarayi Anat. She preferred to just be called Sara and up until twenty four hours ago I wouldn’t have known her name.

    Yesterday morning I hadn't even taken a shower before she rushed into my room holding a pistol in her extended arms. I almost screamed until I realized she wasn’t pointing it at me but out my window. A rush ran through me just then standing in my pajamas by my closet. Somebody was trying to hurt me outside of my window. I then, being the horny teen boy I am, took in her appearance. She was wearing a large black sweat shirt and baggy pants giving no definition to her shape underneath. I could feel my depressed hormones cry.
    I glanced toward the window, dragging my eyes from this women’s dark figure, and then back. She had looked familiar to me when she burst in but I couldn’t place her. She slowly let her arms relax. I could see the beauty in her face under the dark makeup she wore. Short brown and purple locks were gelled forward in a pixie cut. Her eyes were a bright yellow hazel color that lit up her face which was as smooth as a black and white films stars.
    “My names Sara,” she slid the pistol into a holster/pocket on her baggy pants. “I’m here to save your scrawny a**.”
    Wow, I thought. Blunt and to the point. “Save me from who?”
    “I’m not sure, yet, but somebody is after you and I would prefer if you stayed alive.”
    “Why do I have any reason to believe you?” I asked glaring down at her. She was shorter then me by about a foot. Most people were I was a tall high school senior at six feet four inches. Scrawny was right, I almost smirked thinking back to her first statement. I was a stick compared to my fellow football players but I could throw the ball down the field.
    “God,” she pulled the large sweat shirt over her head and threw it on my floor. The first thing I saw was her skinny physique and tight muscles. Why hide that body under there? Then I realized she was strapped shoulder to waist in guns and knifes.
    “s**t,” I couldn’t help but say. “What the ******** do you do with all of those?” My eyes must have been the size of apples because she smiled an evil grin.
    “Kill.” Short and sweet. I shook my head.
    Her eyes scanned me as I stood eyeing her weaponry. 45. cal, Desert Eagle, and... I squinted just to make sure I was correct. Yup, an AK-47.
    “Hey!” My eyes snapped back to hers. Her face was gorgeous when she was pissed off. Her pink lips pulled tight. I knew that face from somewhere... “Get dressed, now, I’m taking your gawky limbs to a safe house.”
    Not really wanting her to shank me in my pajamas I hurried to open my closet. As I pulled clean clothes out and started to undress I asked, “Who do you work for?”
    She eyed me again and took a long blink before answering. When her eyes opened they widened as she realized I was standing in front of her stark naked. She composed herself in an instant and I put my boxers on. “That’s none of your concern.”
    I smiled at her sudden need of composure. “Did you like what you saw?” I winked at her then regretted it as she grabbed the elastic of my boxers and slid the barrel of her pistol under it. The metal was cold against my d**k. I squealed.
    “Ask me that again....” When I didn’t answer she pulled the elastic and snapped it against my waist moving the gun quickly out of the way. “Thats what I thought. I’m not going to deal with some high school jocks perverted attitude as I save him from murderers.”
    Her body walked a few feet from me then turned. “Your going to be nice, quiet, and do everything I say for the rest of this mission.” I nodded. “Now cover that damn boner of yours and lets get out of here.”
    I glanced down only to realize she was correct and I did have a boner. ********. Damn sexy in control b***h. I pulled my pants on and tightened them with a belt then threw on a red shirt.