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CHAPTER 2: TESTED

I waited at the docks as instructed by Sam. He was clear in his instructions that there would have to be certain security precautions taken. He reminded me that he did work for a secretive agency and it was highly unusual that someone outside of the agency was allowed inside its facilities. That would include travel to the facility; they couldn’t even allow that others should know where the facility was located. So, I stood where I was told. The shuttle boat leaving immediately after I disembarked onto the dock. Nobody was to wait with me or observe my being picked up, although that would seem very normal by all casual observation.

I waited in the bright sun for eleven minutes. I was beginning to question if I had copied down some part of the instruction incorrectly. Then, I noticed a faded grey commercial van pull into the parking area at the end of the dock. It would normally have been a very unnoticeable van. The paint was dulled by age and exposure to the sun. There was faint lettering on the side, which gave a sense of it being or having been a vehicle belonging to some small commercial enterprise. The side cab windows were tinted and there were no other windows in the van behind the front cab. It would have been unnoticeable except that it was the only vehicle that pulled off the coastal highway into the parking area since I had been standing there waiting. It seemed impossible that this would be the vehicle that would be sent to deliver me to the airport. Impossible, except that upon entering the parking area, the van slowed nearly to a standstill, then moved very deliberately to where I stood.

I still didn’t pick up my backpack or extend the handle of my roller bag as the vehicle slowed to a stop in front of me. Through the tinted glass of the side windows, I couldn’t make out anyone inside. Then the side sliding door opened and I gazed at Sam. He stepped out and assisted me with my roller bag, not bothering with the pull-handle, but picking it up by the side handle and carrying it to the van. After a hesitation on my part, I put the backpack over my right shoulder and followed him inside. When the door closed it seemed quite confining with no light except for that coming from the front windshield.

The van’s interior was not fitted for comfort, but for transportation and hauling. There were two jump-seats attached to each side of the vehicle, which we were now sitting on. Sam sat directly across from me, but turned to the driver, “You can proceed directly to the plane now.”

I was carrying with me what Sam had suggested, just enough clothes and personal items for three days away. I had been given few other details; instead, asked to simply trust him. We had saved each other’s lives, why wouldn’t I?

Sam didn’t say much as the van moved along the edge of the city to the airport. Of course, it was not a long drive to the airport. Sam seemed a bit on edge, however. Rather than going to the main terminal, the van moved along the service area until it came to a secure gate. The driver produced some documents, the guard made a cursory check of us inside through the driver’s window, and the driver drove inside and along the outer edge and headed for a row of hangers away from the main commercial airline traffic. It was at this point that I understood Sam’s nervousness. He extended his hand to me.

“I have to ask you to put this on while we are inside the plane. You will be required to wear it until we are inside our facility.” I looked at his hand and found a black felt blinder. “Just precautions. As I said, it is uncommon for non-agency personnel to be in our planes or see our facility. I hope this won’t be a problem for you.”

I took it from his hand and slipped it over my head so it completely blocked my vision. “I think I can trust you with this.” I chuckled, but I was sure he picked up the nervousness that was accompanying the chuckle.

The van stopped and I heard the side door slide open. There was movement around me and I heard Sam instruct the other man to load my bags onto the plane. I was helped out of the van and walked alongside Sam as he reassured me. I was expecting to be told about stairs, but instead he said, “One step up.” I did and was on an inclining ramp. I soon sensed being inside something by the change in sounds. I was led to a seat and strapped in. With my free hands, I was able to feel that it was another jump seat.

When the plane started moving with increased engine noise, it didn’t roll along the ground. Instead, it shuddered slightly and we were rising slowly upward. But, I was also sure this was not a helicopter. I had been in one of those in Venezuela and this felt nothing like that. We flew at a considerable speed; even not being able to see outside, it had that distinct feeling. After a time that seemed very long blindfolded, but was actually two and a half hours, I felt the plane move from a forward, smooth motion to a quick slowdown, the front rising vertically, then hovering before descending straight down. Once the plane was settled on the ground with a slight impact and reaction as the suspension took out the weight of the plane, my seatbelts were released and I was help up, down the ramp, and through a door. Inside, the blindfold was removed.

As far as I knew, we were inside a building at the side of a landing strip, even if the plane that brought me here didn’t land the way I was used to them landing. Once inside, the blindfold was removed. Sam apologized, again, but I put up my hand to stop him. I understood and I did. I was looking for information, delicate information about what was happening to me. If it took a secret agency to do that for me, so be it. We took an elevator down. How far down, I didn’t know. The pad alongside the door didn’t indicate floors or levels. Sam punched in a series of numbers, then a couple letters. I assumed the first was his access code, the second was the level he wanted. There was no announcement; the doors just opened. I followed Sam out and was led into an office area with cubicles surrounded by enclosed offices.

He led me into one that was neat, but it was clearly used by someone. He indicated a chair and pulled one up in front of me.

“I wanted some time with you before … before everything starts. Your bags are being placed in a dorm room where you will be spending your private time while here. You will remain in the designated areas and be chaperoned at all times. Please understand that few people besides those here even know about this facility. Security is of the highest importance for our safety and anonymity.”

I leaned back into the chair. I felt strangely at peace. Maybe it was being in Sam’s presence, once more. “So … this is your office?” He nodded, surprised by the familiar question. “Huh … I wouldn’t have expected assassins to have offices …”

He laughed. “Actually, they don’t. There are workrooms where they prepare for missions when they need to. It’s not a Lone Ranger operation, they have the support of many people and tools before going out.”

“You say ‘they’, not us.”

“I’m no longer a field agent.” He tapped his leg. “They did wonders after I got back, but it will never be 100% … ever again. I handle special projects and support now.”

I looked deep into his eyes as I leaned a bit forward. “Is that better for you?” I looked around and at the open door to the office. I lowered my voice, “I thought you had enough with the … whatever this organization is.”

“It’s different now. The previous Director took us off the reservation, as we call it. It took my disappearance and some other indicators to wake up the Board. It is running now the way it was intended to. I really can’t say much, though.”

“I understand. I suppose it is unusual for an unknown civilian to be brought in here.”

“Oh, don’t think you are unknown. That was the reason for the delay in getting authorization. You were vetted very carefully. No one, I mean no one, gets in here while being an unknown.”

“Okay … well, that’s a bit scary.”

He laughed. “Don’t worry. Whatever they found about you, you still got in here.” He winked at me and laughed. I wasn’t sure I felt better.

He described what was going to be happening and how the days would be filled. He told me to relax and go with it, just let them ask their questions, do their tests, take samples of blood … whatever. All of it was to hopefully provide a more definitive answer to questions about me. I was also assured that all information, lab results, and tests were completely secure and confidential within the facility. Nobody outside would ever gain access.

Then, it started. I learned that the preliminary report was shared with a range of people and I was now moving from individual to individual to small groups. They all asked questions and recorded my responses. Many of the questions were similar or the same. I relaxed as Sam suggested. I went with it, answering the same question or variant of the same question as best I could each time. Every once in a while, I realized that something new had come to my mind in response to the now familiar questions. That seemed to be what they were targeting with the effort, opportunity for small details or clarification to come to the surface.

By the end of that day, I was exhausted. Sam met me for dinner after I changed into a dress and took me in the elevator to a different floor. I found myself in a very nice restaurant, still in the facility. It occurred to me as I sat down at a table for two with Sam, that amenities like this must be important when people are trapped inside a building without windows to the outside world. Then something caught my eye. A ‘window’ on the far side changed. It had been a view of a sunset and trees in the foreground. Now, it had changed to a view from a tall building overlooking a city at night. Now I remembered other windows, even windows where it was odd to find windows. They weren’t windows at all, but images, providing the illusion of views, bright light streaming in, as if from natural sunlight.

The following couple days were much the same in that they were filled with people asking questions (very similar questions) and testing of a wide variety, the intention of some not clear to me. There were, of course, blood samples routinely, as if each scientist needed their own verification of the results. There were EKG’s, physical examinations, and even strength and endurance testing. How all of these tests fit into a package of answers were still a mystery to me. I had given Sam my qualification for cooperation, however, and my resolve to it was becoming firmer with each test. If these roving scientists couldn’t do more for me than study me, I would find my own way of coping with whatever became of my body, if anything.

I had a half day remaining and I had free time. I went to one of the commons areas for some relaxation and listening to music. I approached the entrance to the personnel area as I always had. I walked up to the pad next to the door, punched in my personal code number, held up my identification card for scanning, and put my eye near the pad screen for the retinal scan. It hesitated in replying, which was something that happened in the morning, too. Then I received a reply that I didn’t receive this morning, “Please stand perfectly still during retinal scan and repeat.” I did the same process, making sure I didn’t move a muscle during the scan. This time … warning lights and buzzers signaled. Before I could turn around, wall panels opened and sealed me into a small space at the door.

Almost before I could call out in protest, one panel opened revealing two security guards with drawn weapons. Obviously, they take security very seriously here. One of the guards took my identification card for scanning while the other sent a message over his communication unit. Soon, Sam appeared along with several of the scientist who had been working with me. The confusion was resolved apparently and I was let into the commons area after recalibrating my retinal scan into the system. It only added to my frustration, but I only had a few hours left before leaving and I was becoming increasingly regretful of ever coming. I still believed in what Sofia said, but I could accept and own my being without it involving this agency, regardless of the best intentions of Sam. I found a quiet lounge chair in front of a ‘window’ overlooking the ocean and drowned out the world with headphones.

* * * *

Sam was standing behind the ‘window’ watching. He was frustrated, irritated, and disappointed. The Agency had some of the smartest, most innovative minds that could be put together into any organization anywhere in the world. Yet, they were failing. They were stuck in their professional life processes ingrained in them from young age through higher education and professional training. They were merely doing, and trapped inside it, what they needed to do. They sought out definitive data points to lead to a conclusion. Unfortunately, this was the approach that was directly against what Annie had warned she could tolerate. Her interest in discovery about herself was not for a scientific thesis, but for her preparation. The truth was, however, that nothing they tested or observed about her was going to provide that definitive answer.

“That’s her?”

Deep in his musing, he was unaware of anyone entering the observation room with him. He turned to the familiar voice belonging to the youngest scientist in the Agency who was still uncertain of her place in the organization. She might be termed a prodigy in many disciplines, someone with so many skills and talents that they defy being boxed neatly.

“Dr. Moore … yes, Annie Linder. I didn’t think you were involved with her analysis …”

“No, I’m not. You know how talk is, especially someone like her. The first anyone has heard of.”

Sam was intrigued. “What do you know?”

“Just what I have seen in reports and summaries, recommendations, thoughts about future study approaches. Anything in the network system, which is pretty much everything by the day’s end.”

He turned to look at her. She turned away from the window to him. “What do you think about what you have seen, Jenna?”

She smiled. Not many at the Agency used her first name. She was the youngest there but her credential intimidated many. “Not good … at least to answer her questions. She needs something quick, right?” He nodded. “She needs a completely different approach to help her understand … or accept … what is happening. The research understanding could come separate but not if she walks away. And, she will won’t she? She’s different. This might scare her, but she’s made a decision that has given her strength.”

He chuckled. “She’s different … believe me!”

She was watching through the window and was going to add something, but Sam was out the door.

* * * *

Sam came into the commons area, walked to me, lifted the headphones off one of my ears, “They are ready for you.” I was excited. Maybe they really did have something to share with me.

In the conference room, I encountered many of the people I had been interacting with over the past days. They had a computer linked to a wide screen on the wall, papers littered the table in front of them. They looked eager to share what they had, whether it was for Sam’s benefit or mine, I wasn’t sure.

Before they got settled into a presentation, however, I jumped in with my pressing questions, to cut to the pressing issues of concern to me. “I want to thank all of you for the time and effort you spent with me.” They sheepishly nodded. They were used to doing their assigned tasked, not being thanked for the effort. “Now … tell me how this happened to me; what is happening now? Tell me what is going to become of me as this progresses. Is it going to progress or has it stabilized?” I wanted to string out more, but Sam put his hand on my arm. “Sorry … I just would really like to know.”

The lead scientist looked at his colleagues nervously. “Well … we have a lot of really exciting data about what is happening. You have to understand, though, that nobody has seen anything like this …” He looked at Sam for guidance, but didn’t get any. He took a breath while looking at the others around him. They had their eyes suddenly focused on the table. Suddenly, their excitement was muted. I knew what was coming. “We can’t answer any of those questions. We can see the change in your DNA, but we can’t predict what it will mean. We can’t tell what caused it, why it happened to you at all.” He became momentarily energized, “We do know that it isn’t a natural occurrence from nature. If this is real, something caused the reaction; but, something would have had to cause your DNA to come into contact with a****l DNA at just the right moment. We just don’t know what that is from the answers you’ve been able to give us combined with this data.” I was surprised, it sounded as if they weren’t entirely convinced. And Sam felt it in me.

The flight back to the island was the same as the earlier one from the island. Blindfold and all. When the same van dropped me at the same dock for resort boat to return me to the island, Sam stepped out with me.

“I’m sorry, Annie. I know you wanted more definitive projections.”

“Sam, you tried. I’ll continue to hold onto that. You’ve proven again how much you care and I treasure that.” I kissed him on the cheek and turned to the dock.

He held onto my hand, however. “In that case, I have a request.” He handed me a flash drive. “This contains a summary of the information gathered about you and the daily reports, plus the summary you heard. Study it if you want; throw it in the ocean on the way back if you want.” He handed me another flash drive, marked as “Moore”. “This one, though, I would like you to look at and consider. I have an explanation letter and a biographical file on someone I would you like to consider meeting. It is up to you, though.” This time he gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I owe you forever. You got me out of the jungle. I’ll always owe you.” I hugged him hard. This time when I turned for the end of the dock, I did so quickly so he wouldn’t see the tears coming from my eyes. I wasn’t sure who owed who in our relationship, but I didn’t want this to be the last time I would ever see him.

I walked straight to the end of the dock. Blindly. I saw the resort speedboat tied up there and one of the beach lifeguards standing at the end of the dock. I walked through a group of people pulling my roller bag, but it wasn’t until I was past them that I noticed the boat itself. It was the resorts shuttle boat and it hit me.

The lifeguard took the roller bag from me, allowed me to jump onto the boat, then handed the bag over the edge to me. I pointed to the group. “Is that the next group?”

He sighed, “Yes. If you were much later, I don’t know if we could make this work. I’ll drop you off in the cove, that will give you a few more minutes.” I nodded. This was cutting it close.

As I made my way through the crowd of resort staff at the land end of the dock, I was showered with warm greetings. Only a very few had any idea that my being away for days of examination was anything but a routine precaution. People gave me a wide parting as I made my way through them, mostly because of Preta and Wolf who were ever at my sides.

I came up alongside Amy and stroked her bare back. She turned, squealed at seeing me and gave me a big hug. We were then engulfed by Tami, Dori, and Adam, each holding a leash or rope to an a****l.

Amy, “I was afraid you might not make it.”

“Don’t be silly, you could handle leading the team.”

“Not me or us. Poor Jim Harris is in a panic. Sylvia was called away for some other business back home. As next in line of management, he is in a panic.”

Just then, we all saw Pat Connors looked our way, spotted me, and walked quickly to the head of the dock where Jim was waiting for the shuttle to finish its approach and be secured to the dock. He turned to listen to Pat, then turned and looked back at us. He found me and waved energetically for me to come forward. I knew he was going to hand off the greeting responsibilities. I smiled at the team and gave a shrug. I could see the pleasure in their expressions, though, that of all the higher level management remaining at the resort in Sylvia’s absence, they were all looking to me, the youngest and least experienced. It seemed like not too long ago I would probably have run away from something like this. Now, if not comfortable, I was willing and capable.

The first night is generally a joint meal of resort management and guests, a time to answer questions and take ideas from the new group of guests. After the meal and a single after-dinner drink, I excused myself from the table of guest couples. I found Amy who had her table in laughter. It wasn’t until I came up behind her that I caught the gist of the conversation was about the funny situations that can occur with a****ls at seemingly the most inappropriate or embarrassing moments. I whispered into her ear that I was heading back to the cottage. I giggled, “I have two males who look like they feel neglected.” She giggled back.

At the door, I was greeted by my two males, Wolf and Preta, always nearby wherever I was. As I passed beyond the door, they fell in alongside me. I dropped my hands to my sides and six inches out. Each raised their heads to make contact with me hands for an immediate pet as we walked down the path leading to our cottage. I walked in one side of the cottage, stripping off my waist covering, flipping it on the counter as I passed and continued out the other side. I jumped off the porch, the two a****ls jumping effortlessly with me. At times like this, just the three of us alone, I was able to let my body go, unrestrained or inhibited. I sailed in a graceful arc of the porch like they did. I hit the ground in stride and ran for the beach. I glanced down on either side, reveling in the experience of being free with these two. My heart and spirit soared whenever we were together like this, away from all prying eyes, judging eyes, evaluating and questioning eyes. It was just us.

The moon was high overhead, a three-quarters moon giving plenty of light for what I wanted to do. As I approached the water line of the beach, I smiled. It was bound to be the same as other times. I hit the water with my first stride and I felt water splashing up onto my thighs on either side. After several strides, however, it was only Wolf who continued his assault into the water with me. Preta had stopped and returned to the safety of shore. Big cats are known to be able to tolerate water and even swim, if necessary. He did before in order to find me in the jungle, having to traverse several rivers in the process. However, if he didn’t have to, he preferred the solid ground.

I dove into the water, powering underneath with breast-strokes and coming to the surface ten feet later. I broke the surface and turned, searching for Wolf who would be searching for me. Once I broke the surface, he would hear and see, then dog-paddle to me. We would play for a few minutes, me giving him some periods of support in the water. Then, I would point him to shore and Preta. He would go ashore and I continued swimming for more minutes, generally aimlessly back and forth or a figure-eight pattern. Unless my eyes caught a dolphin coming to play. I still hoped to touch one. Lately they have come closer and closer, but not quite close enough. Tonight, there were no dolphins.

I turned onto my back and allowed myself to float with gentle movements of my hands. The majesty of the heavens was partially obstructed by the shine of the moon, but the effect was still stunning. It reminded me of the ranch, but the ranch seemed to have even more stars. Maybe the higher altitude? Curious. Certainly, the air was clearer here than the dry, dusty, windblown air of desert. Must be the altitude.

I heard a bark, which pulled me from my musing. I turned and tread water, finding Wolf and Preta moving back and forth on the edge of the water. I must have been quiet too long for their comfort. I smiled. My boys … worried about their mistress. I turned my shoulder into the water and stroked with my right arm, my legs moving in a natural kicking motion. I stood when my fingertips touched the sandy bottom and walked to the waterline where the two a****ls pranced excitedly. They didn’t let me onto the sand, but stopped me while still in water to my ankles, licking my thighs and higher as they needed to clean dripping water from my body. They moved to opposite sides of me, Preta in front and Wolf at the back. Soon, my legs parted as the sensations of their attention encouraged me to.

I stepped completely out of the water and knelt onto the dry, warm sand of the beach under the muted light of the moon. I knew it would be some time yet before the rest of the team returned from the evening’s activities. In truth, however, it wouldn’t matter much to me or the a****ls.

I patted the ground in front of me and both a****ls lay down on their sides. Wolf raised his leg half way as soon as he was on the ground. Preta did so after I touched and stroked his belly and moved my hand further down. I concentrated on Wolf, first. It has become something of our routine. For a period of time, I did wonder if Preta ever felt slighted by that fact. I wondered if he recognized that Wolf was first and he was second. It wasn’t a slight on my part, but a recognition that his barbed cock felt better with my pussy opened and well lubricated by mating with Wolf. He remained as loyal and responsive to me as Wolf was, perhaps even more so. I put the concern out of my conscious mind, but subconsciously, it sometimes still crept in.

Wolf was very responsive, as I could see that Preta was, also. The three days of being apart showed on their quick readiness and eagerness to again be with me. No more so than I was, though.

I patted my ass for Wolf while paying attention to Preta to keep him in front of me. His cock didn’t feel any better inside my mouth than it did inside my pussy, but I hold more control with my mouth and I enjoy bring him close to climax, then backing him off while being mounted by his canine brother. My knees sunk into the sand further when Wolf landed on my back, at the same time driving a grunt from deep into me. Almost u*********s of the effort of my hand, I felt his cock slide along my palm as it guided the member into my wet pussy. He slid into me easily and pumped his hips several times, bumping my ass and thighs each time. Then, he stopped … only for a moment as he repositioned himself on me, releasing his grip with his front legs, jerking forward slightly, then grabbing me tightly again. I smiled. I couldn’t help it. I felt his need and drive of his body to mate me. I had the feeling that only part of this urgency was not having been mated for several days; the other part was his desire to be coupled with ME, again. As strange as it might sound to rationalize, it felt real and honest to me.

I carefully mouthed Preta’s cock, keeping it stimulated but not too much so. As I pressed back against Wolf to take his knot, I lifted my mouth in full concentration. I gasped as the knot stretched me and passed through my opening and into my pussy. But, my mouth remained gaping open, uttering moans and groans as Wolf pounded me in a final effort to climax. He was forceful and strong as he held tightly around my waist and his hips pressed into my ass, holding his cock deep inside me. My pussy clenched down around him, both his cock and knot, as we both shook in the prelude to our orgasms. Mine hit me first … I think … it was hard to tell at that point if my orgasm caused my pussy to contract around him that caused him to shoot his seed into me, or if his climax and the feeling of his seed splashing inside me triggered my orgasm that caused my body to spasm around him. Either way, we were both oblivious to anything else, not caring about anything other than the wonderful sensations emanating from our sex organs tied together.

As I came back from my orgasmic journey, I was reminded of another cock awaiting relief. Remind by it being mere inches for my face as I leaned far over, collapsing to my elbows in the process of orgasm. I opened my mouth and reached forward, taking his cock into my mouth, carefully sliding it in and out, licking the tip and sucking on the tip, sucking any pre-cum accumulating there.

I heard sounds to the side and I wasn’t the only one. I ignored them and the a****ls gave them only cursory notice, just enough to determine friend or foe. As they relaxed, I knew it was the team returning from the evening. They avoided the beach and stayed at the cottage. They must have decided to congregate on the porch, probably sipping wine or some other alcohol because their mute voices and sounds carried to me over the quiet of the cove.

Wolf pulled out of me and I gasped out, probably loud enough for them to recognize what had just happened despite the separation and the near darkness of the area. I didn’t hesitate, though, turning in the sand to present myself to Preta. He licked me and was on my back quickly, his cock stabbing at my ass, seeking my pussy. He, too, seemed just as anxious and determined as Wolf had been.

His cock slid over my palm, I feel the little barbs even though the real feeling is when he pulls back. I know what is coming as his cock head touches my pussy and I don’t wait, instead I push back against him, taking him into me, deeply and quickly. We fuck and I am amazed. I have just cum on Wolf and a new orgasm is quickly building inside my pussy, radiating out into my clit and up into my body. The barbs that induce a climax in female felines have the same effect on me. I am gasping and sighing in amongst the moaning and groaning. There is an irritation in this fucking along with the stimulus; a pain and pleasure combination. A very unique and exquisite sort of irritation, however. Having Preta on my back, inducing the combination into my body is not only exciting, but it is bonding, something that is uniquely him, something that I uniquely feel with only him.

After a second orgasm shortly after Preta’s, I lay on the sand, rolling onto my back, my legs lazily spread, the cum of two a****ls leaking from my open pussy. I heard the murmur of discrete talk from the porch and smiled. This group is certainly not shy or embarrassed about sex. I was covered in sand, however, so I rolled to my knees and jogged into the water, diving into the dark, still water of the cove, swimming a few strokes, then turning back for the shore.

Adam met me at the steps to the porch, a glass of red wine in one hand and a towel in the other. “Here, you sip and I’ll dry.”

I took the towel from him, “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you …?”

He smirked, “You know I would.”

I smiled at him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, but dried myself, leaving him to hold my glass of wine until I finished and d****d the towel over the railing. I had one glass with them before turning in, feeling exhausted enough to sleep through the next day if it weren’t for the guests waiting for us.

* * * *

In the middle of the night, I was tossing and turning. Despite my fatigue, I quickly discerned that sleep was not going to come back to me until I investigated the two flash drives Sam had given me before leaving. I had sat through the summary review for the scientists, asking a few questions, and had been left frustrated by what they were unable to tell me. I wasn’t sure what looking at the flash drive of information would do that the summary didn’t provide, but it seemed to be that or tossing in bed for the rest of the night.

The general information flash drive contained an amazing amount of information and data that made no sense beyond what I had already been verbally given. Sitting at the counter with my laptop in front of me, I leaned back in the bar-stool chair and gazed at the numbers, basically meaningless information for my unsophisticated mind. I saw the other flash drive and remembered what Sam had said. He said there was “someone I would you like to consider meeting”.

I reached for the drive, ejected the other one, and inserted this one. I opened the directory and found two Word documents. One was titled, ‘Moore Profile’. The other was ‘Annie’. I double-clicked on it, first. It was short and to the point:

“Annie,

“I don’t know if you are looking at this soon after returning or after a week or month. I don’t know how you are feeling about everything that is happening to you. I don’t know how you are feeling about even wanting to KNOW what is really happening to you.

“I do know that the information provided by the scientists here left you frustrated, no closer to answers that you desperately need. I understand. Okay, maybe I don’t … but I do want to help. I still want to help. The people you met with here, the scientists and doctors, are truly brilliant people. They are. But … sometimes, people like this have a very difficult time working through something quickly when science fails them. You are right; they would have love to study you for years to convince themselves that something really is happening and then to develop a possible recreation. That’s what science is. I also know that is not what you need … much less want.

“I talked with someone here before you left. I have included a profile/biography for her. If the others are brilliant, she is something … beyond that. She can be unorthodox and she has struggled with finding her place here. Read the file on her. Consider it. I would REALLY like you to talk to her. I think she can find some insight for you.

“PLEASE, read it, think about it, call me!

“I’ll always owe you. Sam.”


I leaned back, rereading the last line. Why does he keep saying that? We were surviving together.

I reached forward, using the touch-pad to move the cursor over the other file, then double-clicked on it. Up popped a document for ‘Dr. Jenna Moore’. Her picture on the document was interesting. She was beautiful, but her looks and hair were mousy. It wasn’t difficult to see the beauty underneath the attempt to hide it, though. I scanned the basic information and found she was about my age.

Just then … I saw both Preta and Wolf react by looking to the door to Amy’s room. They both resettled near my feet. So, I wasn’t really surprised when two arms encircled me from behind. She hugged me to her, her arms staying around my upper chest, her face alongside mine.

“Is this private?”

I lowered my lips to her arm around me and kissed her. “No. Not to you.”

“You never said, did you get your answers to whatever you needed?”

“No, I didn’t. But, at least, it’s not fatal.” I gave a chuckle and she shared it with me.

“That’s something anyway. Who is this?” She indicated with her chin toward the screen.

“Dr. Jenna Moore. It seems I am being encouraged to spending some time with her …”


* * * CHAPTER 3: TESTED will follow * * * Thanks for reading