"Why don't I change my fingers for yours? I'm sure my fingers can find something else to occupy them. I'm quivering here, stop teasing or I'll get violent with you."
"I like a bit of roughness," grinning, moving his hand up her leg and stroking his index finger lightly up and down her vulva. "Does that feel right?"
"Just." She grabbed his fingers and pushed them inside her body and used his hands as her personal dildo. "More pressure, there, faster, sod it!" She had had enough, sharply sat up, pulled up his kaftan, straddled him, held his penis in her hand and guided it into her waiting eager cavity. She sat, pressing her body downward until he felt his shaft against her clitoris and started to buck as if riding a bull at a rodeo, and rode him hard, both arms around his neck, straight into her orgasm and stayed there until she felt his life juices filling her innermost recesses. "I so needed that; no, please, stay inside me just let me come down first." She relaxed into him placing her head on his shoulder and felt his penis soften. His sperm mixed with her love juices; she lightly kissed his ears. He started to move. "Stay there, it feels so good with you inside me. I can feel it getting smaller." She sighed, "I'm frightened James for the future, for all of us."
He placed one of his hands on her head, snuggled her into his shoulder and let her cry. "We all are," he kissed her lightly on the lips. "We'll get through this." He was having doubts but now wasn't the time to display his uncertainties and carried on giving assurance. "Let's finish the wine and get to bed." He suggested they take a shower together before going to sleep but she shook her head saying she wanted to wake tomorrow with the smells of their love making still upon them. Both were asleep within a few minutes of their heads hitting the pillow. When he woke the next morning, she was lying next to him watching him sleep with one of her hands holding his flaccid penis.
"How long have you been awake?" He knew what she meant by not washing their smells away. Sweat, mixed with dried sperm, mixed with her discharge had dried on their bodies as they slept and aromatised their noses with a musky, slightly stale smell of dried passion that acted as an aphrodisiac. His manhood started to harden into her hand. Giving him a soft smile, she moved her head downward, smelling and licking his body. Her hands around his testicles as her mouth pushed forward down the stem of his penis taking him deep into her mouth holding him there for a few seconds and working back up until only the tip remained in her mouth. "Take me, James."
He started to move on top of her but she stopped him. "Let me turn around first, from the back on my side." She turned, shuffled her bottom into him and lifted one of her legs to give him better access. "Now, I need you inside me."
She arched her back and without speaking he penetrated her, placed his hand around her waist and started to move, slowly at first, feeling the tightness as she closed her legs then he speeded up. She pushed back against him and he vigorously thrust into her. "Faster, James, I'm almost there, faster. Don't stop," she screamed in between short gasping breaths. He'd never seen her this animated. Her head rocked back and forth, hands thrashed at the bed, her whole body moving in a dance of orgasmic bliss as if she was exorcising a demon and her life depended on getting it out of every part of her body; trembling and shuddering against the onslaught she collapsed like a rag doll semi-comatose, wheezing and puffing at the air.
He waited before speaking letting her find her equilibrium but she still seemed dazed. "Debra, are you feeling all right?"
She took a few deep breaths pulling air into her lungs. "James, that was the most powerful vaginal organism I've ever had; ninety-eight percent of my organisms are clitoral. My husband has never given me one nor most of my other lovers. I'm still tingling. The aftershock is still raw and I'm pulsating inside." Tears streamed down her face. "I don't know what's wrong with me, I can't stop crying," wiping her face with the bed sheet. "I see no future for anyone. The virus is eating its way through us all. What are we going to do?"
James sat up on the bed struck by something she'd just said and what his wife had told him about the vaccine. The tardigrade can survive in the body. Not necessarily in the gut, the acid there would more than probably destroy it, but in the blood stream and other parts of the body, he wondered? The creature has a voracious appetite. What if it could be made to attack and devour the virus inside the body? What if there was some way for the attacking white and red cells in the body to leave it alone?
"James! Are you there, you seem far away?"
"Sorry, I was in the clouds. You were saying?"
"Doesn't matter, I need to take a shower and be on my way." Half an hour later she was gone leaving James still pondering his earlier thoughts intending to mention it to Carolyn the next time they spoke. He turned on the news and every channel was focused on the crisis with no end in sight. He spent the rest of the morning gathering information, checking and rechecking his data to make sure he hadn't overlooked anything. Why he had earlier printed out pictures and other information, he wasn't sure, as he intended to transfer it all to a pencil to take back through. He was thinking of going out but with all the restrictions and the virus in the air he thought it prudent to stay and leave later that evening and spent the next hour spraying the walls and surfaces of his flat with disinfectant. Late afternoon more breaking news. Parliament have invoked emergency powers and anyone found looting and rioting risked being shot if they failed to stop when requested by the authorities and advised that every person should carry some identification as failure to prove identity could result in arrest. Who would have believed this could happen in Britain, he thought, and wondered the next step? If what Debra had told him was correct, and he had no reason to believe otherwise, euthanasia was being executed on a routine basis in the Canarias and as a limited measure here. Another turn to the dark side of human nature, but desperate measures were needed for desperate times. A dead diseased person bagged up ready for burning posed a lesser risk from contamination that someone alive, but even after death the body was highly toxic and great care was needed when handling the cadaver. James knew exactly how life would be extinguished. First pentobarbital would be injected taking the person into unconsciousness; next, potassium bromide a muscle paralysis drug and the final stage potassium chloride to stop the heart, body sealed and bagged and sent for disposal. Clinically efficient but ethically and morally despicable, but they were near the tipping point and it was no different to what was applied in war; administer to those who have a chance of survival and leave those who don't to die, and to those in pain or near death, a moral duty to painlessly help them on their way.
After midnight, he was in his own house whiskey in hand texting Carolyn and John. He wasn't expecting a reply surmising they'd either be working or asleep. He had settled in his chair intending to make his way to bed when his phone rang. "Working or bed?"
"Working, we've only had a few hours of sleep since the last time we spoke," Carolyn replied.
He brought her up to date mentioning his thoughts on the tardigrades and said he had a lot of information he needed to pass on to John for the authorities and would email her. He told her about Debra; he hadn't used condoms emphasising she was clean and there was no problem. She didn't mind in the least, glad he was able to have a little fun but to keep the rest of his energy for her.
"It's really that bad over there? she queried.
"Worse than bad, and we're only a few months from being in the same position. If the authorities can get people in place at every location I've mentioned, we can knock them out of commission before they're able to spread the virus. I'll phone John later and recommend when we send out our warning to kill these people on sight before they are able to open their spray cans. Where are you on the vaccine?"
"Love, slow down a bit. We are about ready but there is a lot of uncertainty surrounding everything. Under normal circumstances, I would expect at least another year of testing before we're anywhere near a release date. I'll mention to Donald about what you said. You could well be on to something. If the tardigrade is able to attack the virus in the body, we could be looking at a cure as well as a vaccine."
"Any news on this Abisali character?"
"Nothing new other than what you already know. Five of the ten are dead, the other five are here somewhere in hiding."
"They could have already left the country?"
"According to John, they are still here. We know who they are and it'll only be a matter of time before we catch them."
James wasn't convinced. "I know I've told you about what going to happen but I've seen it first-hand and if it comes here the same as there, they'll have a fair chance of getting away. Any sign of you getting home in the next few days?"
"Until we have something positive, I'm staying here. Why don't you come up and we can spend a night together and you can give me a bit of what you've given Debra?"
"I like that idea; goodnight love, I'll ring you in the morning."
"Love you."
"I'll be with you tomorrow and we'll spend a few days together."
Chapter Twenty-Two
Abisali and Kanval had been together for the last five days only going out after dark to collect groceries and to meet up once with Fatik but the authorities seemed to know more than they should. Six of their sleeper cells had been discovered. Four individuals were in custody with five others dead and he was beginning to believe the leak didn't come from any of the three he had killed. Their Tenerife project had also not gone to plan. Praise to Allah he thought, the virus was loose there and casualties were building but not in the number he'd conceived, the distributors of the virus dead before they completed their tasks. Not all was lost however, they did manage a few locations and it was early days. But how were the police waiting at several of the locations where the virus was to be released? No matter what he'd planned they were ahead of the game and he was growing increasingly paranoid checking and rechecking everything but nothing tangible came to light. He knew it couldn't be any of the five from the inner circle. Much of what had, and was about to happen was only known to himself or other individuals who didn't know each other and yet, as if by some mysterious force...
