I looked at the windowed door, shadowed and slightly sheltered from the cool September night and turned my head to smile at Jane. All I was looking for was an acknowledgment that she was ready to go and she way more than simply ready. She was almost vibrating with a combination of nervous energy, adrenaline and expectation. Jane had never looked to beautiful and my mind drifted for a brief moment back to the previous night where we had enjoyed an aventure of a different type.
We had shared a few grams of blow and we had each done the other, both of us finding the right vein, both flagging successfully and neither of us missing the shot. It had been wonderful - after the initial rush of the smash began to fade but before the warm glow and accuteness of sense faded I had stripped Jane down and began to paint an elaborate design on her. I worked my brush and the painted tips of my fingers onto her upper torso, cupping her breast and teasing her peirced nipple each and every chance I got. I drew an increasingly complex design on her naked and willing skin - moving over her shoulderblade, along her arm and around her rib cage and finally encompassing her right breast. Flames and a Japanese-style Tsunami washed across her breasts. She watched me with glowing satisfaction and interest, smiling the same smile sher had on now. I could feel her eyes on me while I worked ~ no that is not the word I want ~ while I played feels better and fae more accurate. She was do happy with the design and when we were done making art we fell onto each other like ravenous wolves, starving for each other, starved for touch, taste and embodying a lust for each other that took us deep into the other... literally and figuratively...
She was grinning at me in a mischeveous, slightly sexy manner that sent a charge through me. A look that said she was with me every step of the way and if I wanted her half as much as she wanted me then we certainly had something going between us. I did want her. More than I'd ever wanted anyone. I leaned in to her and she met me half way - kissing quick but somehow savourig the taste. The taste of her, the taste of the moment, of everything this particular moment entailed.
I leaned back from the moment, and with one quick movement the brick I had been holding in my right hand was though the window. My hand through the jagged hole and unlocking the deadbolt that had been holding the door safely shut from intruders. Intruders just like us.
"Lets go" I whispered and looked over my shoulder to make sure the group of drunken men standing down the street smoking in front of the bar had not heard our noise. They had not and with a final nod we went into the darkened storefront.
We went into the dark store and I immediately went to work and so did Jane as she started feeling her way towards the back of the store to secure our getaway route.
I quickly attacked the3 52" flatscreen in the display window, unplugging cords and cables and generally freeing it from its digital bonds. This large flat monstosity was our sole reason for being in this store at this late hour. I yanked the final cord free and picked up the screen. It was amazingly light for its size and I was uncertain if this was because of the adrenaline flowing through me or if this was because of amazing Japanese technological savvy.
I carried the screen to the back of the store. I could see that Jane was having trouble with the lock on the back door so I put the screen down beside her as she shifted to the left in order to allow me unencumbered access to the door. I threw my weight into shifting the locking mechanism to the left and as it clicked into the unlocked position I felt my right foot slip and unexpectedly start to fall downwards. In the dark I did not realize we were starding next to a stairwell and as I began to tumble down I reached up in an insane effort to find a handhold. I did not and I fell , tumbling into darkness, watching the slightly lit and distraught Jane ~ hands out ~ calling my name. In a split second all light was gone and I lay crumpled at what could only be the bottom of a small enclosed stairway.
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