Nicole
Copyright© 2006 by ShannonQ
Chapter 9
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 9 - _A Daughters of Penelope_ series Nicole is a goverment assassin. Domestic and Foreign political figures are exempted. After fulfilling her contract, she is sent out to eliminate one more man before they allow her to retire. Will she be successful in her last hit or will there be complications?
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft ft/ft Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Safe Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex Petting Cream Pie Size
Horace reclined in the lazy boy chair with several blankets but it was so cold outside, he felt the chill on his legs even though he had long johns and jeans on. Nicole was asleep in the bed. She claimed that in a week or so she’d be good as new. Horace had weaned her off the morphine that the government handed out to all of its outposts in case they could not get to his station if he became ill or had an accident.
Many things raced through his mind as he lay there in the dark as he listened to the gust of winds whistling through the pine trees and the raging blizzard taking place just outside the door.
This was his tenth year at this isolated lonely job which paid him well and supplied him with almost all his needs. There were mostly husband and wife teams plus a few like himself. Not married, no girl friend, no prospects of having anyone in the future. He knew that he would die alone either here or in some small apartment back in Milwaukee where he was born and raised.
Horace was thirty years old. Always the object of ridicule because of his dwarf like image. Only he was not a dwarf or a midget. He had few friends growing up and none of them were close to him. Almost every weekend of his life he spent alone in his room reading, or watching television, or listening to his classical music. He felt lonely at first.
After high school, where he was put to shame almost daily by someone, mostly girls. He had grown used to it. Jeannie Douglas and Lynn Erikson were the two main persons who made his life miserable. Every time they saw him they’d point and laugh at him.
In his senior year his mind and heart changed. It had practically turned to stone and nothing hurt him any longer. He was quite content with this aspect of his life. He never had a date, never kissed a girl, stopped hoping that somehow he might magically change into a normal man.
His legs were overly short, his arms were overly long but very strong, his face was the same today as it was when he was a teenager. He wore his hair very short and taught how to give himself haircuts. He had a big mouth which broadened even more if he smiled which was not too often. Horace was a neat freak. Everything had to have its place. It was the hump on his back that embarrassed him the most.
He scooped some wooden pellets into the stove and before closing it shut, he gazed at the redhead in her sexy nightgown sleeping taking small even breaths. He almost couldn’t hear her with the winds blowing so loudly. He thought he heard a wolf howl. Perhaps the pack found a deer or an elk. They had free reign now that their fiercest foe, the grizzly was hibernating in their lairs.
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