The Scout

Chapter - 55

The Scout
Chapter 55
'Sex and Anger'
Written by: Mike Hurley

(Sorry for the confusion, chapter 54 is up too).

A powerful solar & moonlight-powered visual sensor in a camera, mounted 206 feet high in a
Colorado Blue Spruce, 1 mile west of the Marine Safe House, detected humans and flashed a microwave signal to another microwave antenna attached 1 mile away, up the mountain on the west & rear side of the massive safe house.

Faster than a honeybee's wings beat, a hard drive in the communication room analyzed the image and woke Hazel. She was a 73rd-generation artificial intelligence, multi-linear robotic brain. Supposedly, her emotion protocol was disabled, but Hazel was self-learning and beginning to build her own set of emotions.

That's one of the many problems of Artificial Intelligence. When left to their own devices during a war or the aftermath of a global calamity, Robots were not managed, guided, or supervised except for routine updates. 

The AI lab in Rochester, New York had been hit hard by the meteor storms and subsequent fires. The few scientists who remained, had no time to manage robotic brains, or the choices of personalities they chose.

Hazel was intrigued by the 'arrogant bitch' persona and had been experimenting with building sub-routines to make it so.

It was 11:49 pm and everyone in the house was asleep. Except Amy who again spent the night in the office, in a big comfy desk chair.  She wore one of Ty's extra-large Marine t-shirts and pajama bottoms that fit her.  They used to be Jen's.  A comfy purple throw covered her. 

She lay staring at a map of the area and wondered why the Safe House was built here.  Seconds later, her eyes closed as sleep pulled her close.  Amy was right on the line that separates the states of consciousness and sleep.  She slid deeper into the chair, as Ty's cotton t-shirt brushed against her red nipples. 

Ty!!  She whispered and felt his strong hands gently squeezing and feeling her breasts.  He was inside of her; she moaned and moved her hips to get more of him.  Ty knew she was close and leaned down and kissed her soft lips.  You're beautiful!! He whispered just as she screamed out in ecstasy........Ty's thrusting had ignited Amy's pleasures as her 3rd orgasm overtook her mind.  She jerked, curled her toes, screamed Ty's name, and grabbed his buttocks and pulled him deeper into her.  He came at the same time, their hearts racing, lungs panting.

Pleasure made them one as Ty rolled them over & stared at Amy's pretty smile as she began to ride him
Across the prairie of their bed, she galloped.  Her hands on his muscular chest, felt his heart beating fast.  He felt incredible, as she controlled her depth atop him.

But then, as happens in dreams, they were whisked off into thick clouds, flying through a timeless romance and hearing the roar of a river.

Amy looked over and smiled at Ty.
It was a genuine but private smile she shared only with him.

They were fly fishing along a Heartland Ranch stream......deep in a dream.  Ty was shirtless and Amy stared at his powerful male torso.  He looked at her & she smiled back.  You're extra beautiful today, like you just got laid!!  Ty said with a grin.

Amy blushed and giggled. But their dream was moving on again.......

Amy lay atop Rudolph, a 14-year-old stately Friesian, her father found abandoned walking down the road, 11 years ago.  The gentle but lively horse's heart had stopped moments ago.  Amy softly sobbed as she felt a man's strong arms lift her.
She turned and looked into the kind eyes of a stranger. 

Who are you?  She asked.

My name is Ty Borden.  He pulled her close and felt her arms wrap around his neck.  Ty held Amy as she quietly cried into his shoulder.
He was a stranger, yet in ways Amy did not understand......
She knew him.  She was the mother of his children.  And this man would do anything for her.