Chapter 36
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He looked at the bottom of the glass as if he thought he was finding something crucial there. Sam shifted nervously in her seat. "Let's go." She asked him.
Carefully, he licked the last salt crystals from his skin. Sam hastily looked away. The sight of his tongue caused a pleasant tug in her abdomen.
Brutus leaned back and casually rested his arm on the back of the couch. He looked at Sam. Again these unnaturally bright eyes with their intense look. Sam reached for the tequila bottle and hoped he had not noticed the contradictory feelings his eyes stirred in her.
The glasses clinked softly as Sam pushed the bottleneck against the edges. She cursed inside. Brutus was an attentive observer. He would immediately comment on how easy it is to see through Sam once again. Again and again he trained with the highly emotional Sam to get her feelings under control. Sometimes it worked, but mostly he could read it like a book. Sam paused for a second to gather and then looked at him calmly.
"This is not training, Sam." he spoke softly to her.
"Then finally get down to business." Sam pushed out uncontrollably, to annoy himself at the same moment.
Brutus straightened his shoulders. If you follow my instructions, Lapuente will invite you to his office on Saturday, and there's going to be a letter opener on his desk that's written by me ... - well, let's say I have Then you use the intercom on his desk, you wait in his office until I get you, I'll take you out the staff entrance, Anita is waiting for you in the woods with a car. " He shrugged his shoulders. "That's it."
Sam looked at him seriously. "What will become of you?"
He laughed bitterly. "I will be the faithful follower and lead a search party to find the spot where you destroyed the outer fence and fled, this spot is in the opposite direction, so you and Anita have enough time to dilute. "
"What about the rest of the guards?"
"Half will not be on duty Saturday due to gastrointestinal upset, with the remainder on duty being all inexperienced greenhorns, so there should not be major issues."
Sam had knelt on the couch excitedly. Friday, that was tomorrow. Hibbelig she bobbed on her heels. "Why did not you tell me that earlier?"
"Ha, so you can meet Lapuente with a happy smile on his face, floating through the jail two meters above the ground, or worrying you until everything goes awry?"
Sam pouted, but could not really be angry. Too fantastic was the prospect of freedom that was within her grasp. "My records?"
"I personally sent to a post office named by Anita."
"My prison record?"
"Will fall prey to a hungry virus." He passed his hand over his smooth skull. "Do we have a deal?"
Sam enthusiastically grabbed the filled glasses off the table. "Yes, we have a deal." She pushed her glass against his and fished for the salt shaker. With the glass in one hand and the slice of lemon in the other hand, she looked at Brutus expectantly.
He leaned toward her and fixed her eyes with his ice-blue eyes. Sam was startled, the color seemed darker than usual. She remembered that she had noticed this color once. When he was deeply annoyed after her inaugural show had moved to find out the reasons for their actions. Did she annoy him now?
Brutu's otherwise dark and rusty voice sounded surprisingly soft as he spoke his words with slow deliberation. "You have to seal a deal." With that, he took Sam's hand, which held the slice of lemon, and brought it to his lips. He kept his eyes fixed on Sam as he licked the salt from her skin.
Sam watched him drink the tequila and suck on the lemon slice in peace. Her blood rushed in her ears and her breathing was faster. She was a healthy woman and her body was completely natural. Still, she was ashamed that Brutus evoked these feelings in her.
Ironically he. But among the blind, the one-eyed king is king. Sam considered it pragmatic. Neither a prisoner, other prison guards, nor the sleazy Lapuente would prefer Brutus. Sam chuckled. The spotty doctor from the infirmary was still on sale. But since Sam had rammed the syringe into his throat, he refused to give her even a headache tablet. So Brutus was probably the best choice. And a little relaxation before it started on Friday night would at least make Sam sleep for a few more hours.
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He looked at the bottom of the glass as if he thought he was finding something crucial there. Sam shifted nervously in her seat. "Let's go." She asked him.
Carefully, he licked the last salt crystals from his skin. Sam hastily looked away. The sight of his tongue caused a pleasant tug in her abdomen.
Brutus leaned back and casually rested his arm on the back of the couch. He looked at Sam. Again these unnaturally bright eyes with their intense look. Sam reached for the tequila bottle and hoped he had not noticed the contradictory feelings his eyes stirred in her.
The glasses clinked softly as Sam pushed the bottleneck against the edges. She cursed inside. Brutus was an attentive observer. He would immediately comment on how easy it is to see through Sam once again. Again and again he trained with the highly emotional Sam to get her feelings under control. Sometimes it worked, but mostly he could read it like a book. Sam paused for a second to gather and then looked at him calmly.
"This is not training, Sam." he spoke softly to her.
"Then finally get down to business." Sam pushed out uncontrollably, to annoy himself at the same moment.
Brutus straightened his shoulders. If you follow my instructions, Lapuente will invite you to his office on Saturday, and there's going to be a letter opener on his desk that's written by me ... - well, let's say I have Then you use the intercom on his desk, you wait in his office until I get you, I'll take you out the staff entrance, Anita is waiting for you in the woods with a car. " He shrugged his shoulders. "That's it."
Sam looked at him seriously. "What will become of you?"
He laughed bitterly. "I will be the faithful follower and lead a search party to find the spot where you destroyed the outer fence and fled, this spot is in the opposite direction, so you and Anita have enough time to dilute. "
"What about the rest of the guards?"
"Half will not be on duty Saturday due to gastrointestinal upset, with the remainder on duty being all inexperienced greenhorns, so there should not be major issues."
Sam had knelt on the couch excitedly. Friday, that was tomorrow. Hibbelig she bobbed on her heels. "Why did not you tell me that earlier?"
"Ha, so you can meet Lapuente with a happy smile on his face, floating through the jail two meters above the ground, or worrying you until everything goes awry?"
Sam pouted, but could not really be angry. Too fantastic was the prospect of freedom that was within her grasp. "My records?"
"I personally sent to a post office named by Anita."
"My prison record?"
"Will fall prey to a hungry virus." He passed his hand over his smooth skull. "Do we have a deal?"
Sam enthusiastically grabbed the filled glasses off the table. "Yes, we have a deal." She pushed her glass against his and fished for the salt shaker. With the glass in one hand and the slice of lemon in the other hand, she looked at Brutus expectantly.
He leaned toward her and fixed her eyes with his ice-blue eyes. Sam was startled, the color seemed darker than usual. She remembered that she had noticed this color once. When he was deeply annoyed after her inaugural show had moved to find out the reasons for their actions. Did she annoy him now?
Brutu's otherwise dark and rusty voice sounded surprisingly soft as he spoke his words with slow deliberation. "You have to seal a deal." With that, he took Sam's hand, which held the slice of lemon, and brought it to his lips. He kept his eyes fixed on Sam as he licked the salt from her skin.
Sam watched him drink the tequila and suck on the lemon slice in peace. Her blood rushed in her ears and her breathing was faster. She was a healthy woman and her body was completely natural. Still, she was ashamed that Brutus evoked these feelings in her.
Ironically he. But among the blind, the one-eyed king is king. Sam considered it pragmatic. Neither a prisoner, other prison guards, nor the sleazy Lapuente would prefer Brutus. Sam chuckled. The spotty doctor from the infirmary was still on sale. But since Sam had rammed the syringe into his throat, he refused to give her even a headache tablet. So Brutus was probably the best choice. And a little relaxation before it started on Friday night would at least make Sam sleep for a few more hours.
He looked at the bottom of the glass as if he thought he was finding something crucial there. Sam shifted nervously in her seat. "Let's go." She asked him.Carefully, he licked the last salt crystals from his skin. Sam hastily looked away. The sight of his tongue caused a pleasant tug in her abdomen.Brutus leaned back and casually rested his arm on the back of the couch. He looked at Sam. Again these unnaturally bright eyes with their intense look. Sam reached for the tequila bottle and hoped he had not noticed the contradictory feelings his eyes stirred in her.The glasses clinked softly as Sam pushed the bottleneck against the edges. She cursed inside. Brutus was an attentive observer. He would immediately comment on how easy it is to see through Sam once again. Again and again he trained with the highly emotional Sam to get her feelings under control. Sometimes it worked, but mostly he could read it like a book. Sam paused for a second to gather and then looked at him calmly."This is not training, Sam." he spoke softly to her."Then finally get down to business." Sam pushed out uncontrollably, to annoy himself at the same moment.Brutus straightened his shoulders. If you follow my instructions, Lapuente will invite you to his office on Saturday, and there's going to be a letter opener on his desk that's written by me ... - well, let's say I have Then you use the intercom on his desk, you wait in his office until I get you, I'll take you out the staff entrance, Anita is waiting for you in the woods with a car. " He shrugged his shoulders. "That's it."Sam looked at him seriously. "What will become of you?"He laughed bitterly. "I will be the faithful follower and lead a search party to find the spot where you destroyed the outer fence and fled, this spot is in the opposite direction, so you and Anita have enough time to dilute. ""What about the rest of the guards?""Half will not be on duty Saturday due to gastrointestinal upset, with the remainder on duty being all inexperienced greenhorns, so there should not be major issues."Sam had knelt on the couch excitedly. Friday, that was tomorrow. Hibbelig she bobbed on her heels. "Why did not you tell me that earlier?""Ha, so you can meet Lapuente with a happy smile on his face, floating through the jail two meters above the ground, or worrying you until everything goes awry?"Sam pouted, but could not really be angry. Too fantastic was the prospect of freedom that was within her grasp. "My records?""I personally sent to a post office named by Anita.""My prison record?""Will fall prey to a hungry virus." He passed his hand over his smooth skull. "Do we have a deal?"Sam enthusiastically grabbed the filled glasses off the table. "Yes, we have a deal." She pushed her glass against his and fished for the salt shaker. With the glass in one hand and the slice of lemon in the other hand, she looked at Brutus expectantly.He leaned toward her and fixed her eyes with his ice-blue eyes. Sam was startled, the color seemed darker than usual. She remembered that she had noticed this color once. When he was deeply annoyed after her inaugural show had moved to find out the reasons for their actions. Did she annoy him now?Brutu's otherwise dark and rusty voice sounded surprisingly soft as he spoke his words with slow deliberation. "You have to seal a deal." With that, he took Sam's hand, which held the slice of lemon, and brought it to his lips. He kept his eyes fixed on Sam as he licked the salt from her skin.Sam watched him drink the tequila and suck on the lemon slice in peace. Her blood rushed in her ears and her breathing was faster. She was a healthy woman and her body was completely natural. Still, she was ashamed that Brutus evoked these feelings in her.Ironically he. But among the blind, the one-eyed king is king. Sam considered it pragmatic. Neither a prisoner, other prison guards, nor the sleazy Lapuente would prefer Brutus. Sam chuckled. The spotty doctor from the infirmary was still on sale. But since Sam had rammed the syringe into his throat, he refused to give her even a headache tablet. So Brutus was probably the best choice. And a little relaxation before it started on Friday night would at least make Sam sleep for a few more hours.
