Chapter Two.
"You cannot believe a word he tells you!" Sarah's editor was yelling so loud on her cell phone, that he might have been using a tin can and string.
"Hang on a second..." Sarah attempted to halt the tirade but still, Gerry Maxwell would not be interrupted.
"No, Sarah! His government were about to impeach him, arrest him and then shoot him. That was before he helped overthrow his own elected government and helped to set up a military dictatorship. This man is nothing less than a war criminal!" Maxwell paused if only to draw breath. Sarah took her chance,
"I know all that but I've done some digging and interviewed the man himself. It's not that cut and dried. All I want to for you to okay my stay here for a week, ten days at the most and then I'll get out. It's quiet here, I can report without restriction. The Colonel is the de facto governor here and has allowed reporters into the areas we have been kept out of. Maxie, please this opportunity will not come again," Sarah knew she had him, at unrestricted reporting.
"Sarah, as your editor, I'm begging you to get out at the first opportunity. I mean it!" Maxwell knew he had lost this argument, one in a long line of such exchanges with the award-winning reporter.
"I'll check in as often as I can." And with that, the line went dead. She folded the Sat Phone's aerial into its housing and flopped back on her bed. She had been flustered upon her return to her room, after her meal and interview with the Black Colonel. Her instincts knew there was more to the man and a great story. She now lay, with unusual abandon in her bra and panties, the heat of the summer had hit the hotel hard and the A/C had packed up. She had heard the Colonel's soldiers and engineers trying to fix it, with a lot of indigenous swearing and gesticulating.
Men were the same all over. No job was ever completed with some swearing and arm waving. Sarah smiled at the memory of her father attempting to fix his beloved maroon Gran Torino car every summer vacation.
This part of Europe was known for ferocious summer heat and since the fighting had stopped, many freedoms had been restored. People were out tonight, in the town and as she looked out at the house lights, it all looked so ordinary. It was not so, nine months ago, with heavy street fighting and explosions everywhere. That had been the first time she had seen the Colonel.
During the fighting, he was standing giving orders, to direct his men to aid the townspeople to leave, helping one young man and her small child himself, by putting them in his own 4x4 and ordering them away from the fighting. Sarah had been part of a small gang of international press, reporting on the conflict and had been using the hotel as a base, but as soon as it came under threat of rocket fire, they had been moved out.
Now, the same Colonel was sleeping a few doors down from her own.
Back in her bed, she felt the sweat on her body and in a moment of madness, stripped off her underwear and lay naked, the window was open the drapes pulled back and she was bathed in the moonlight. She closed her eyes and as she began to drift, her hand slipped across her small but sensitive nipples, which stiffened immediately. Soon, the ache between her legs protested with Sarah's lack of attention and she sighed, half asleep, and slipped her sweaty hand to her neatly trimmed pussy lips and found, to her alarm, that she was very wet, and her clitoris swollen with arousal. She found her stiffened nub and her fingers deftly pulled back on her clitoral hood and rubbed the stiff nub.
She had never cum so quickly. Thoughts of Adam Black slipped like oily smoke into her mind and then she allowed the fantasy of him to engulf her. The fingers were his fingers and he touched her with such wonderful intimacy.
She shivered, shuddered under 'his' touch and 'his' fingers finding her pussy lips and spreading them gently but firmly. As the lips parted, a gentle dribble of her wetness trickled from her sex.
"Fuck...oh fuck!" She breathed and then suddenly, her body was wracked with spasms of utter pleasure. She jerked and shuddered as she orgasmed uncontrollably. Her bed shook as she gradually took back control of her own body and then exhaled loudly, she stirred involuntarily feeling the dampness of her bedsheets. Within minutes, she fell to sleep huddled in a fetal position until the early hours, when she rose to shower and prepare for the day ahead, which she expected to be trying.
Part Three- Marta
Sarah sat huddled in the battered armoured Land Rover, with two of The Colonel's soldiers, an attractive blonde-haired female sergeant and the corporal whom she had met on the first day of the Black Knight's occupation of the hotel. In the early morning, just as dawn broke, they had piled into the Land Rover and sped off north. With her trusty camera, Dictaphone and note pad she had sat, initially quiet in the back of the armoured vehicle, then the Sergeant broke the uncomfortable silence,
"So, you will write the truth about us, Miss?" Her broken English was still better than Sarsh's broken Slavic,
"I always write the truth, sergeant." Sarah smiled; the insult of writing lies hung in the air.
"We're taking you to the villages outside Donesch, near the blasted-out bridge, you will see what we see every day in this war." Her tone was still an accusation, and Sarah decided to bite down on the bait.
"You're loyal to your Colonel? "Sarah looked at the driver, the young Corporal, and back to the Sergeant.
"I would die for my Colonel. Right here and right now if he asked me to. You don't know much, do you?" The Sergeant pulled off her camouflaged cap and rubbed at the shirt crop of blonde hair, her femininity still noticeable despite her military fatigues, rifle and the hard edge to her voice. Sarah decided to try another approach,
