Post by Hellokitty on Sept 5, 2006 17:00:57 GMT -5
Falling Book 2: Finding Marlena Chapter 17
The movement of the car as it rolled steadily down the autobahn lulled Marlena’s senses enough to know that she was no longer at the NATO outpost but was a passenger in a car; late German model and expensive based on the feel of the seats and the lack of outside noise intrusion.
“Wo ist das andere auto Claus?” Marlena heard someone ask from the front of the vehicle.
“Ich weiß nicht. Es hätte hinter uns sein sollen,” another male voiced responded in a deep and surprising rich voice. Marlena struggled to open her eyes, but lacked the strength to do so, so she kept her head still against the head rest and listened trying to recall what German she knew.
“Sie haben gleichzeitig verlassen, als wir machten. Sie sollen hinter uns sein. Vielleicht ist etwas falsch.” Marlena picked up on the concern in the man’s voice and recognized a few of the words he was speaking. Something was wrong.
“Es gibt nichts, dass wir machen können. Wir können nicht umdrehen. Wir haben eine halbe stunde, Dr. Evans zum tropfen ab punkt in München zu liefern.” They were going to Munich Marlena surmised and they were in a hurry. She wondered where John was and if he was all right. Moving her hands, she was surprised to find that she was not restrained as she assumed that she would be. She needed to find John, needed to know that he was okay.
“Ah Dr. Evans, you are awake,” the younger of the men said to her in a strong accent.
“Where am I?” she asked weakly as she continued to try to open her eyes. She was able to open them enough to see that it was dark outside and the car was moving quickly.
“You are safe Dr. Evans.”
“John?”
“He’s in another car being brought to the same location.”
“Are you ISA?” she asked weakly, not sure of where she was or who she could trust at this point. Where was John?
“No….save your strength Dr. Evans, save your strength.” She didn’t feel safe as panic slowly began to creep into her mind, invading her senses from the outside in. Something was wrong.
“I need to see John,” she demanded weakly as she struggled to sit up in her seat. Leaning forward, she braced her hands on the back of the passenger side seat for support. “What’s wrong with me?” she asked as a wave of nausea suddenly overcame her. She was going to be sick if they didn’t stop the car soon.
“Welche art der drogen haben sie ihr Claus gegeben?”
“Ich habe keine idee. Vielleicht machte Dr. Gunther etwas ihrem gemüt.”
“Please stop talking in German,” Marlena demanded as she clenched the seat tighter, trying to control wave after wave of nausea that rolled about in her mind and soul without abandon.
“I’m sorry Dr. Evans. We are merely, how do you say it?….creatures of habit,” the driver of the car said. Marlena struggled to open her eyes enough to commit his features to memory. Caucasian, light brown hair, approximately 40 years of age, average height and weight, no visible markings.
“Where are we going?”
“To the drop off point,” he offered as he deftly steered the auto along the highway.
“What happened? Why am I in this car?”
“Save your strength….you will be told all the answers to your questions shortly.”
“I just want to know that John is alright.”
“I’m sure that he is….” he responded before he was interrupted by the older man that she assumed was “Claus”.
“Stille. Wir wurden unterrichtet, nichts Dr. Evans ungefähr Herr Black zu sagen.”
“Stop,” Marlena found the strength to yell. “I don’t care who told you not to tell me about John Black….” Marlena started but had to lean back against the headrest. All kinds of words in languages that she didn’t understand were flashing in her mind in random order. Gefahr. Meurtre. Тишина. De haat. Pazzia. “Stop,” she muttered more to herself than to them. “Please stop.”
“Sein ereignis,” the man with the deep voice said to the other.
“What’s happening?” Marlena asked as she fought to control the spasms in her stomach. “What is happening to me?”
“Treiben sie schnell.”
“Tell me what’s wrong with me. I don’t care how fast he drives,” Marlena managed to blurt out before she started gagging. Holding her hand over her mouth she tried to keep from vomiting but was unable to. Over and over her stomach contracted as she leaned forward and emptied her stomach all over the floorboard of the back seat. Unable to stop herself she gave into the total loss of control and accepted it for what it was; her body’s way of telling her that it was in control, not her. Through each contraction she felt and thought of one thing; John.
“Marlena,” John screamed as he suddenly gasped for air. He felt the rush of water as it entered his mouth from his esophagus. Unable to stop choking, he laid on his side and coughed over and over as his stomach involuntarily spasmed and emptied the watery liquid from his stomach.
“Gott sei dank.” John head someone say as a bright light suddenly blinded him in one eye.
“Stop,” he choked out between spasms as he slowly opened his eyes and tried to sit up. His clothes were soaking wet and foul smelling.
“Wird er in ordnung sein?” someone in front of him asked.
“Yes,” John whispered answering the person. His throat was raw, and although the liquid had since left his stomach, the spasms hadn’t stopped. “I’ll be fine. Where am I?” he asked as he looked around and noticed that he was no longer sitting in a waiting room at Bad Orb waiting for Marlena but in an automobile. Marlena. “Where the hell is my wife,” he demanded weakly.
“Er versteht Deutsch. Wir müssen vorsichtig sein, was wir sagen,” the driver of the car stated in a muted tone to the person sitting in the passenger side of the car.
“Ja und ich spreche es ebenso,” John replied, the German flowing naturally from him. After so many years of denying who he was as an Alamain, separating himself from Forrest, he was unable to stop his minds activity in bridging the gap across decades from who he was to who he is. “Yes I speak German,” John though to himself and many other European languages as well. He was almost hoping to challenge them to find a language that he wasn’t familiar with, but because of the urgency of the situation and Marlena’s whereabouts and safety unknown, he didn’t. “Where is my wife?” he asked again with full authority, sitting up straight in the seat.
“In another car in front of us,” the driver of the car said as he shifted his eyes to the side to the passenger. John studied his features and committed them to memory. Turkish decent, black hair, average height and small build.
“Are you ISA?”
“No.”
“Who are you with?”
“All your questions will be answered shortly Mr. Black,” the driver said as he concentrated on the road in front of him. Checking his watch he saw that he was behind schedule and would need to make up time.
“We’re late aren’t we?” John asked.
“Nothing for you to worry about Mr. Black.”
“Where are we going?”
“To Munchen where you will be transferred.”
“Will I see Marlena there?”
“I’m not sure. My orders were to deliver you to Munich. Beyond that, you’ll have to wait for answers.”
“What happened? How did I get in this car?” John asked, frightened by the gap in his memory. One minute he was in the waiting from waiting for Dr. Gunther to finish his questioning and the next thing he remembered was waking up in the car.
“You were transferred to the car.”
“When and why?” the venom present in John’s voice sent the clear message to his captors that he was serious and meant business.
“I can’t say.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Won’t. Our orders were to bring you to the drop off point, not to answer your questions.”
“If you and your buddies so much as harm one hair on Marlena’s head you’ll have to answer to me….do what you want with me, but leave her alone.”
“I’m afraid that’s out of my hands….my responsibility is with you.”
“Bullshit,” John said as he suddenly leaned forward in his seat and grabbed the driver from around the neck. “Unless I get some assurances and some answers from you, you’re dead.” John tightened his grip on the driver as the driver sought to control the car.
“Mr. Black….please be reasonable,” the passenger said as he turned around and faced John and tried to diffuse the situation. “Let’s be reasonable here.”
“I’m tired of reason….I want to see my wife….I’m tired of all the games.”
“Please let go of him.”
“Not until I get some answers.”
“We can’t tell you what you want to know.”
“I’d say that’s too bad for you,” John remarked as he tightened his hold. The driver swerved from lane to lane across the autobahn as he started to choke from the lack of oxygen.
“Stop….you’re going to kill us all.”
“Sounds like a personal problem to me….The way I see it, you have more to lose than I do at this point….I don’t even know if my wife is alive.”
“She’s alive and she’s safe and won’t be harmed,” the passenger blurted out as he grabbed the steering wheel and struggled to gain control over the car. “Gott haben gnade auf meiner seele.”
“God has nothing to do with this….who do you work for?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“You better or we’re all dead,” John smirked as he tightened his hold further on the driver until he felt him lose consciousness. The car further swerved across all lanes of the deserted highway as the driver slumped forward against the steering wheel; foot firmly pressed on the gas.
“We work for the Stockholm Consortium.”
“Stockholm Consortium… never heard of you.”
“Most people haven’t,” the passenger replied as he tried to pull the drivers body off the steering wheel.
“Where are we going?” John said as he leaned back in his seat and fastened his seat belt, enjoying the ride.
“To Munich.”
“I know that, tell me something I don’t know… Where is our final destination?”
“America.”
“America? No way…we’re good as dead there.”
“You’ll be safe….help me with him,” the passenger started to panic as the odometer read 220 kilometers per hour and was quickly climbing. John surmised that they were traveling well over 120 miles an hour and it was only a matter of time before their luck ran out and they crashed. Saying a silent prayer to God to protect his family, John calmly placed his life in God’s hands.
“If you don’t help me we’re going to die.”
“I guess we are unless you tell me who you work for…who controls the Stockholm Consortium,” John said as he leaned back and closed his eyes “It’s in God’s hands now.” He pictured Marlena in his mind, running through a field of flowers.
“Forrest,” she laughed as she shyly brought the wild daisy up to her nose and sniffed it.
“Julie…Marlena…whatever you want to be called,” he said as he took her free in his. “You know, no matter what I’ll love you forever.”
“I know…. But sooner or later I have to go home….you have to go home…”
“Until then,” John said as he closed his eyes and leaned forward to kiss her. “We have today,” he whispered against her lips as he felt her smile into him. Gently he captured her lips with his and tenderly kissed her, not caring who was watching.
“Not here,” she said shyly as she pulled out of the kiss. She wanted to stand there and kiss him forever but didn’t dare. Her guardian Frank Evans had forbade her contact with him. If she were caught talking to him, much less kissing him she would be immediately sent back to Colorado.
“I’m going home next week,” he told her, not wanting to look into her eyes and see the devastation.
“What?” she asked as she turned towards him, her big hazel eyes welling up with tears that equally devastated him.
“My Aunt Suzanne informed me this morning that we would be returning earlier than planned….Something to do with the family business.”
“No,” she whispered, her bottom lip quivering. “No.”
“I’m sorry…we’ll keep in contact,” he said as he tipped her chin towards him. “We will Marlena….I’ll write to you and once you graduate from high school and can leave Mr. Evans’ house I’ll arrange for you to come to Europe where we can get married and be together.”
“It’s not going to happen…they’ll never let us be together….you know that,” Marlena cried out as she wiped her nose on her sleeve. “They won’t let that happen.”
“They won’t have a choice. Once you are legally an adult you can do what you want, you can be with whom you want and they can’t say a damn thing…. You can be with me.”
“I don’t want to wait Forrest…I want to be with you now.” She couldn’t stop the tears, desperate to hold onto him.
“It’s too soon…we agreed to wait until you were ready,” Forrest said as he held onto her small frame.
“I’m ready now…I want to be with you Forrest,” she begged him. The thought of never seeing him again was more than she could comprehend. The one good thing in her life was about to leave her, possibly forever.
“I want our first time to be special and something that we’ll remember forever, not something done in a rush….”
“It’s not a rush Forrest, it’s not,” Marlena interrupted. “I love you and want to be with you,” Marlena said summoning all the maturity she had in her body. She was tired of being treated like a fragile doll that needed to be protected. She knew who she was and what she wanted and it was Forrest Alamain.
“Maybe tomorrow,” Forrest offered, hoping that tomorrow she would have changed her mind. Although he wanted to be with her more than anything and had fantasized about making love to her from the first time her saw her it was too soon.
“Now,” she demanded as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “Now,” she said as her tongue invaded his mouth. “Make love to me Forrest.” Her tongue moved efficiently throughout his mouth, dueling with his and driving him wild with desire for her. He resisted the urge to cup her breasts, never having been that far with her before.
“Where,” he muttered between kisses. He felt himself growing hard with desire for her.
“Here,” she said as she reached down between their bodies and stroked him through the fabric of his pants.
“Here?” he gulped, finding it hard to concentrate on what she was saying to him
“Here,” she said as she took his hand and led them to the backside of the hill overlooking the ocean. Marlena sat down among the daisies and slowly unbuttoned her shirt while eyeing John seductively. He stood paralyzed above her, unable to move. She was more than he ever imagined her to be; blonde hair blowing in the breeze, bronze skin contrasting against the daisies that she layed against. She was a puzzle of perfection to him, the epitome of what a woman should be with the optimism of a child.
“Forrest,” she beckoned him as she reached behind her and undid her bra. Dropping to his knees in front of her he hooked both straps under his index fingers and slowly moved them down her arms.
“Marlena,” he moaned as her bare breasts came into view. He had to have her, had to possess her, had to make her his.
“Make love to me.”
“Are you sure?”
“More than anything…This is what I want…you are what I want.”
Kneeling before her, he slowly unbuttoned his pants.
“Rafael Torres,” the man admitted as John snapped out of his silent reverie. “Rafael Torres, now please help me,” the man yelled at John as the car started fishtailing across the autobahn, striking the guardrail in the process. The force of the initial impact forced John forward in his seat, his seat belt keeping him from flying into the front seat. John quickly undid his seat belt and leaned forward, grabbing the steering wheel and turning it sharply before it struck the guardrail again.
“Rafael Torres? Why? Who else is part of the Stockholm Consortium?” John asked the passenger.
“Leopold Alamain….”
“My father?” John interrupted. “He’s dead.”
“I’m afraid that he is very much alive…Try steering straight,” the man cautioned John.
“You trying driving from the backseat.”
“You wouldn’t have to if you hadn’t choked the driver…”
“Technicality,” John stated as he concentrated on the task at hand. “Who else is involved?” He couldn’t allow himself the luxury of thinking about Leopold Alamain being alive. He needed to find out who was behind all this and more importantly where Marlena was.
“Dimera…Stefano Dimera.”
The movement of the car as it rolled steadily down the autobahn lulled Marlena’s senses enough to know that she was no longer at the NATO outpost but was a passenger in a car; late German model and expensive based on the feel of the seats and the lack of outside noise intrusion.
“Wo ist das andere auto Claus?” Marlena heard someone ask from the front of the vehicle.
“Ich weiß nicht. Es hätte hinter uns sein sollen,” another male voiced responded in a deep and surprising rich voice. Marlena struggled to open her eyes, but lacked the strength to do so, so she kept her head still against the head rest and listened trying to recall what German she knew.
“Sie haben gleichzeitig verlassen, als wir machten. Sie sollen hinter uns sein. Vielleicht ist etwas falsch.” Marlena picked up on the concern in the man’s voice and recognized a few of the words he was speaking. Something was wrong.
“Es gibt nichts, dass wir machen können. Wir können nicht umdrehen. Wir haben eine halbe stunde, Dr. Evans zum tropfen ab punkt in München zu liefern.” They were going to Munich Marlena surmised and they were in a hurry. She wondered where John was and if he was all right. Moving her hands, she was surprised to find that she was not restrained as she assumed that she would be. She needed to find John, needed to know that he was okay.
“Ah Dr. Evans, you are awake,” the younger of the men said to her in a strong accent.
“Where am I?” she asked weakly as she continued to try to open her eyes. She was able to open them enough to see that it was dark outside and the car was moving quickly.
“You are safe Dr. Evans.”
“John?”
“He’s in another car being brought to the same location.”
“Are you ISA?” she asked weakly, not sure of where she was or who she could trust at this point. Where was John?
“No….save your strength Dr. Evans, save your strength.” She didn’t feel safe as panic slowly began to creep into her mind, invading her senses from the outside in. Something was wrong.
“I need to see John,” she demanded weakly as she struggled to sit up in her seat. Leaning forward, she braced her hands on the back of the passenger side seat for support. “What’s wrong with me?” she asked as a wave of nausea suddenly overcame her. She was going to be sick if they didn’t stop the car soon.
“Welche art der drogen haben sie ihr Claus gegeben?”
“Ich habe keine idee. Vielleicht machte Dr. Gunther etwas ihrem gemüt.”
“Please stop talking in German,” Marlena demanded as she clenched the seat tighter, trying to control wave after wave of nausea that rolled about in her mind and soul without abandon.
“I’m sorry Dr. Evans. We are merely, how do you say it?….creatures of habit,” the driver of the car said. Marlena struggled to open her eyes enough to commit his features to memory. Caucasian, light brown hair, approximately 40 years of age, average height and weight, no visible markings.
“Where are we going?”
“To the drop off point,” he offered as he deftly steered the auto along the highway.
“What happened? Why am I in this car?”
“Save your strength….you will be told all the answers to your questions shortly.”
“I just want to know that John is alright.”
“I’m sure that he is….” he responded before he was interrupted by the older man that she assumed was “Claus”.
“Stille. Wir wurden unterrichtet, nichts Dr. Evans ungefähr Herr Black zu sagen.”
“Stop,” Marlena found the strength to yell. “I don’t care who told you not to tell me about John Black….” Marlena started but had to lean back against the headrest. All kinds of words in languages that she didn’t understand were flashing in her mind in random order. Gefahr. Meurtre. Тишина. De haat. Pazzia. “Stop,” she muttered more to herself than to them. “Please stop.”
“Sein ereignis,” the man with the deep voice said to the other.
“What’s happening?” Marlena asked as she fought to control the spasms in her stomach. “What is happening to me?”
“Treiben sie schnell.”
“Tell me what’s wrong with me. I don’t care how fast he drives,” Marlena managed to blurt out before she started gagging. Holding her hand over her mouth she tried to keep from vomiting but was unable to. Over and over her stomach contracted as she leaned forward and emptied her stomach all over the floorboard of the back seat. Unable to stop herself she gave into the total loss of control and accepted it for what it was; her body’s way of telling her that it was in control, not her. Through each contraction she felt and thought of one thing; John.
“Marlena,” John screamed as he suddenly gasped for air. He felt the rush of water as it entered his mouth from his esophagus. Unable to stop choking, he laid on his side and coughed over and over as his stomach involuntarily spasmed and emptied the watery liquid from his stomach.
“Gott sei dank.” John head someone say as a bright light suddenly blinded him in one eye.
“Stop,” he choked out between spasms as he slowly opened his eyes and tried to sit up. His clothes were soaking wet and foul smelling.
“Wird er in ordnung sein?” someone in front of him asked.
“Yes,” John whispered answering the person. His throat was raw, and although the liquid had since left his stomach, the spasms hadn’t stopped. “I’ll be fine. Where am I?” he asked as he looked around and noticed that he was no longer sitting in a waiting room at Bad Orb waiting for Marlena but in an automobile. Marlena. “Where the hell is my wife,” he demanded weakly.
“Er versteht Deutsch. Wir müssen vorsichtig sein, was wir sagen,” the driver of the car stated in a muted tone to the person sitting in the passenger side of the car.
“Ja und ich spreche es ebenso,” John replied, the German flowing naturally from him. After so many years of denying who he was as an Alamain, separating himself from Forrest, he was unable to stop his minds activity in bridging the gap across decades from who he was to who he is. “Yes I speak German,” John though to himself and many other European languages as well. He was almost hoping to challenge them to find a language that he wasn’t familiar with, but because of the urgency of the situation and Marlena’s whereabouts and safety unknown, he didn’t. “Where is my wife?” he asked again with full authority, sitting up straight in the seat.
“In another car in front of us,” the driver of the car said as he shifted his eyes to the side to the passenger. John studied his features and committed them to memory. Turkish decent, black hair, average height and small build.
“Are you ISA?”
“No.”
“Who are you with?”
“All your questions will be answered shortly Mr. Black,” the driver said as he concentrated on the road in front of him. Checking his watch he saw that he was behind schedule and would need to make up time.
“We’re late aren’t we?” John asked.
“Nothing for you to worry about Mr. Black.”
“Where are we going?”
“To Munchen where you will be transferred.”
“Will I see Marlena there?”
“I’m not sure. My orders were to deliver you to Munich. Beyond that, you’ll have to wait for answers.”
“What happened? How did I get in this car?” John asked, frightened by the gap in his memory. One minute he was in the waiting from waiting for Dr. Gunther to finish his questioning and the next thing he remembered was waking up in the car.
“You were transferred to the car.”
“When and why?” the venom present in John’s voice sent the clear message to his captors that he was serious and meant business.
“I can’t say.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Won’t. Our orders were to bring you to the drop off point, not to answer your questions.”
“If you and your buddies so much as harm one hair on Marlena’s head you’ll have to answer to me….do what you want with me, but leave her alone.”
“I’m afraid that’s out of my hands….my responsibility is with you.”
“Bullshit,” John said as he suddenly leaned forward in his seat and grabbed the driver from around the neck. “Unless I get some assurances and some answers from you, you’re dead.” John tightened his grip on the driver as the driver sought to control the car.
“Mr. Black….please be reasonable,” the passenger said as he turned around and faced John and tried to diffuse the situation. “Let’s be reasonable here.”
“I’m tired of reason….I want to see my wife….I’m tired of all the games.”
“Please let go of him.”
“Not until I get some answers.”
“We can’t tell you what you want to know.”
“I’d say that’s too bad for you,” John remarked as he tightened his hold. The driver swerved from lane to lane across the autobahn as he started to choke from the lack of oxygen.
“Stop….you’re going to kill us all.”
“Sounds like a personal problem to me….The way I see it, you have more to lose than I do at this point….I don’t even know if my wife is alive.”
“She’s alive and she’s safe and won’t be harmed,” the passenger blurted out as he grabbed the steering wheel and struggled to gain control over the car. “Gott haben gnade auf meiner seele.”
“God has nothing to do with this….who do you work for?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“You better or we’re all dead,” John smirked as he tightened his hold further on the driver until he felt him lose consciousness. The car further swerved across all lanes of the deserted highway as the driver slumped forward against the steering wheel; foot firmly pressed on the gas.
“We work for the Stockholm Consortium.”
“Stockholm Consortium… never heard of you.”
“Most people haven’t,” the passenger replied as he tried to pull the drivers body off the steering wheel.
“Where are we going?” John said as he leaned back in his seat and fastened his seat belt, enjoying the ride.
“To Munich.”
“I know that, tell me something I don’t know… Where is our final destination?”
“America.”
“America? No way…we’re good as dead there.”
“You’ll be safe….help me with him,” the passenger started to panic as the odometer read 220 kilometers per hour and was quickly climbing. John surmised that they were traveling well over 120 miles an hour and it was only a matter of time before their luck ran out and they crashed. Saying a silent prayer to God to protect his family, John calmly placed his life in God’s hands.
“If you don’t help me we’re going to die.”
“I guess we are unless you tell me who you work for…who controls the Stockholm Consortium,” John said as he leaned back and closed his eyes “It’s in God’s hands now.” He pictured Marlena in his mind, running through a field of flowers.
“Forrest,” she laughed as she shyly brought the wild daisy up to her nose and sniffed it.
“Julie…Marlena…whatever you want to be called,” he said as he took her free in his. “You know, no matter what I’ll love you forever.”
“I know…. But sooner or later I have to go home….you have to go home…”
“Until then,” John said as he closed his eyes and leaned forward to kiss her. “We have today,” he whispered against her lips as he felt her smile into him. Gently he captured her lips with his and tenderly kissed her, not caring who was watching.
“Not here,” she said shyly as she pulled out of the kiss. She wanted to stand there and kiss him forever but didn’t dare. Her guardian Frank Evans had forbade her contact with him. If she were caught talking to him, much less kissing him she would be immediately sent back to Colorado.
“I’m going home next week,” he told her, not wanting to look into her eyes and see the devastation.
“What?” she asked as she turned towards him, her big hazel eyes welling up with tears that equally devastated him.
“My Aunt Suzanne informed me this morning that we would be returning earlier than planned….Something to do with the family business.”
“No,” she whispered, her bottom lip quivering. “No.”
“I’m sorry…we’ll keep in contact,” he said as he tipped her chin towards him. “We will Marlena….I’ll write to you and once you graduate from high school and can leave Mr. Evans’ house I’ll arrange for you to come to Europe where we can get married and be together.”
“It’s not going to happen…they’ll never let us be together….you know that,” Marlena cried out as she wiped her nose on her sleeve. “They won’t let that happen.”
“They won’t have a choice. Once you are legally an adult you can do what you want, you can be with whom you want and they can’t say a damn thing…. You can be with me.”
“I don’t want to wait Forrest…I want to be with you now.” She couldn’t stop the tears, desperate to hold onto him.
“It’s too soon…we agreed to wait until you were ready,” Forrest said as he held onto her small frame.
“I’m ready now…I want to be with you Forrest,” she begged him. The thought of never seeing him again was more than she could comprehend. The one good thing in her life was about to leave her, possibly forever.
“I want our first time to be special and something that we’ll remember forever, not something done in a rush….”
“It’s not a rush Forrest, it’s not,” Marlena interrupted. “I love you and want to be with you,” Marlena said summoning all the maturity she had in her body. She was tired of being treated like a fragile doll that needed to be protected. She knew who she was and what she wanted and it was Forrest Alamain.
“Maybe tomorrow,” Forrest offered, hoping that tomorrow she would have changed her mind. Although he wanted to be with her more than anything and had fantasized about making love to her from the first time her saw her it was too soon.
“Now,” she demanded as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “Now,” she said as her tongue invaded his mouth. “Make love to me Forrest.” Her tongue moved efficiently throughout his mouth, dueling with his and driving him wild with desire for her. He resisted the urge to cup her breasts, never having been that far with her before.
“Where,” he muttered between kisses. He felt himself growing hard with desire for her.
“Here,” she said as she reached down between their bodies and stroked him through the fabric of his pants.
“Here?” he gulped, finding it hard to concentrate on what she was saying to him
“Here,” she said as she took his hand and led them to the backside of the hill overlooking the ocean. Marlena sat down among the daisies and slowly unbuttoned her shirt while eyeing John seductively. He stood paralyzed above her, unable to move. She was more than he ever imagined her to be; blonde hair blowing in the breeze, bronze skin contrasting against the daisies that she layed against. She was a puzzle of perfection to him, the epitome of what a woman should be with the optimism of a child.
“Forrest,” she beckoned him as she reached behind her and undid her bra. Dropping to his knees in front of her he hooked both straps under his index fingers and slowly moved them down her arms.
“Marlena,” he moaned as her bare breasts came into view. He had to have her, had to possess her, had to make her his.
“Make love to me.”
“Are you sure?”
“More than anything…This is what I want…you are what I want.”
Kneeling before her, he slowly unbuttoned his pants.
“Rafael Torres,” the man admitted as John snapped out of his silent reverie. “Rafael Torres, now please help me,” the man yelled at John as the car started fishtailing across the autobahn, striking the guardrail in the process. The force of the initial impact forced John forward in his seat, his seat belt keeping him from flying into the front seat. John quickly undid his seat belt and leaned forward, grabbing the steering wheel and turning it sharply before it struck the guardrail again.
“Rafael Torres? Why? Who else is part of the Stockholm Consortium?” John asked the passenger.
“Leopold Alamain….”
“My father?” John interrupted. “He’s dead.”
“I’m afraid that he is very much alive…Try steering straight,” the man cautioned John.
“You trying driving from the backseat.”
“You wouldn’t have to if you hadn’t choked the driver…”
“Technicality,” John stated as he concentrated on the task at hand. “Who else is involved?” He couldn’t allow himself the luxury of thinking about Leopold Alamain being alive. He needed to find out who was behind all this and more importantly where Marlena was.
“Dimera…Stefano Dimera.”