The Book of Desire

[7]

Running; running is what I have been taught since day one. I probably knew how to run before I could possibly walk. Though my running is not for sport, it is for survival. I have been a fugitive of the law since before I knew my name. Surely, in today's world you would think that the whole "generational curse" thing the bible talks about would not be relevant. Yet, that isn't the case. The country of Tanashe made a law stating "If one were to commit a crime and does not receive punishment before they are deceased, the oldest child of the deceased must serve the time in place of the parent." I guess my parents did not care because they were the notorious Ivan and Alana Stenson, Tanashe's most successful jewelry thieves. Sadly they both died three years ago. We were running from authorities and they were both gunned down. They screamed for me to keep running and never stop. For a seventeen year old girl, that's a little hard to process when you've just seen your parents get shot but I did none the less.

It has been that way for three years now. Usually I am alone but thankfully, my parents made a few friends along the way and I can go to them when I need to hide or restock on supplies. Actually I'm on my way to one of these friends' houses. Her name is Layla. She is notorious for helping the victims of the generational law but authorities haven't been able to prove this so she keeps walking. Making sure authorities aren't surrounding the place, I do the secret knock on the window before unlocking the back door and heading to the den. Here I find her fast asleep on the couch. Instead of waking her up, I write my initials and lay it on the table before unlocking the secret tunnel leading to either outside or the second basement. As I'm approaching the room, I hear music and a male voice singing along. I get to the end and see a male about 6'3, who looks very fit but is currently popping to Destiny Child's song "Lose my Breath." After getting over my initial shock I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of this large man dancing like Beyoncé. He swiftly turned around ready to attack but once he recognized who I was, he relaxed. Now that I could see his face, I easily recognized him as Zachary McCall; his parents had been the first radical snipers of Tanashe. His parents had been killed in a gun war with 20 authorities and now the authorities are after him to serve his parent's sentence.

"If you're going to dance to 'Lose my Breath,' you have to pop like them, and not half do it."

"It's not like you can do any better Angela. Last time I checked you couldn't clap on beat, let alone dance."

"Bet I can."

"Well let me pull up a chair and see what you're working with."

As he grabbed a chair, I hooked up my phone to the mini speaker and Kevin Gate's song "Really Really" flowed through the speakers. Getting lost in the feel of the song, I didn't realize how close I had gotten to Zachary until his hands grabbed my hips bringing me closer. Smirking to myself, I twirled my hips to the beat slowly lowering to the ground. Reaching behind, I spread his legs wider and pushed my ass back towards him. As I reached his pelvis I lightly twerked while rubbing against him. Hearing him groan encouraged me to twerk harder. Wanting to see his face I turned around and sat on his lap continuing to circle my hips. His hands pulled me higher and collided his erection with my aching clit; making us both let out simultaneous moans.

Needing more friction I grinded my needy body closer to his basking in the sensations it brought. As I focused on fusing our lower bodies together, Zachary moved his hand past my stomach and over my breast, lightly caressing the nipple straining against my shirt. Both sensations causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. After paying attention to both, his hand reached behind my neck and brought my lips to his. Gasping in surprised allowed his tongue to tangle with mine.

Our moans of satisfaction were interrupted by multiple footsteps heard on the security cameras in the far corner. Looking at each other we quickly detangled, gathered our things and moved to the escape tunnel. After allowing me to exit the escape tunnel first I can begin my routine, but he grabs my arm and brings his lips down to mine.

"Meet me at Center in two days and we'll finish where we left off"

"Noted"

"Be safe baby"

"Same to you"

He pulled out his pistols and I ran already thinking about us meeting again.