was
located in Khodja Bahaudin, the same house where the General or the Lion of
Panjshir was killed by men posing as journalists.
It was because of Rose that they were now here. Her
father had met Masood a few times and Rose had been told whenever she wanted to
go there she would have very easy access. She had arrived the first time too
late. She, along with the rest of the world, had been shocked and saddened to
hear the great warrior had been struck down. She had told Ty how she just cried
when she saw the news on the computer. She was in Pakistan waiting for
transportation to go see him. She would have been flown in on a Russian made
M-I-8, which was how they had arrived this time.
He remembered the first day they had arrived. The men
were quiet, a bit wary but very respectful because of who she was and the daughter
of a friend of their former leader. So she had been given the best room to stay
in.
Ty looked at his bedside travel clock. It was six in
the morning. Usually Rose was up, having knocked on his door to wake him then
going to the kitchen to start the tea water.
One of the men was always up for morning prayers
before them to light the fires so it would be warmer and Rose wouldn’t have to
start the fire.
He got up. She must have knocked but he slept more
soundly after their lovemaking , the night before. He had poured all his
feeling into loving her.
As he pulled on his layers and then a turtleneck and
sweater, he thought of how she looked when they made love, trying to be quiet.
With her big eyes she had made love with her eyes, then whispering how she felt
till he thought he’d explode. They barely moved, afraid the mattress would give
them away.
Rose had a way of painting erotic word pictures so he
nearly went mad with loving her as they made love while hardly moving.
Ty rolled up his sleeping bag and went out. The place
was quiet. He stood and listened and then heard voices further on. He went out
into the common room and saw a lot of the men sitting around having tea and
nan. No Rose.
“Ty, Rose isn’t up yet?”
“I don’t know. I just got up and realized I’d
overslept. She usually knocks at my door before she goes to make the tea.”
“Maybe she’s not well,” one of the men said. His words
hung on the cold air. Those words sent chills up and down Ty’s spine, not in a
good way. All those chills landed in the pit of his stomach just like lead.
Ty stood there. He thought back to yesterday and how
she looked. She hadn’t looked good yesterday but she said it was nothing. “I’ll
go check.”
He walked out and back down the hall, past the area
where Masood had been when the supposed cameraman had taken his life along with
the General. He reached Rose’s room and knocked. He didn’t hear anything, then
a faint muffled reply. He opened the door and it took a few minutes to adjust
to the darkness. Then he saw her face and the change within the night.
Going in he closed the door and flipped on her battery
powered lamp. “Rose, what’s the matter? I overslept and then realized you hadn’t
knocked. The men said they hadn’t seen you.”
Rose tried to get up but she doubled over. “Oh Ty, I’m
so sick. Please forgive me.” She got up quick grabbed her robe and ran for the
door. She was out the door and down the hall before he could do or say
anything.
He sat there and thought, maybe some tea would help.
He got up and walked out to the kitchen. Noori was there talking with one of
the men. “Rose is sick.” Both looked up and both looked very concerned.
“Not a good time, it’s getting cold and we have too
much sand in the air. If she needed to get back out it would take too long by
ground. Helicopter would be the only way but we’re grounded.”
Ty looked at the two as he made a pot of strong tea,
just how Rose liked it. “She should be fine in a day.”
Noori walked with Ty to the door. “Let me know how she
is, if there is anything we can get for her.”
“I think
located in Khodja Bahaudin, the same house where the General or the Lion of
Panjshir was killed by men posing as journalists.
It was because of Rose that they were now here. Her
father had met Masood a few times and Rose had been told whenever she wanted to
go there she would have very easy access. She had arrived the first time too
late. She, along with the rest of the world, had been shocked and saddened to
hear the great warrior had been struck down. She had told Ty how she just cried
when she saw the news on the computer. She was in Pakistan waiting for
transportation to go see him. She would have been flown in on a Russian made
M-I-8, which was how they had arrived this time.
He remembered the first day they had arrived. The men
were quiet, a bit wary but very respectful because of who she was and the daughter
of a friend of their former leader. So she had been given the best room to stay
in.
Ty looked at his bedside travel clock. It was six in
the morning. Usually Rose was up, having knocked on his door to wake him then
going to the kitchen to start the tea water.
One of the men was always up for morning prayers
before them to light the fires so it would be warmer and Rose wouldn’t have to
start the fire.
He got up. She must have knocked but he slept more
soundly after their lovemaking , the night before. He had poured all his
feeling into loving her.
As he pulled on his layers and then a turtleneck and
sweater, he thought of how she looked when they made love, trying to be quiet.
With her big eyes she had made love with her eyes, then whispering how she felt
till he thought he’d explode. They barely moved, afraid the mattress would give
them away.
Rose had a way of painting erotic word pictures so he
nearly went mad with loving her as they made love while hardly moving.
Ty rolled up his sleeping bag and went out. The place
was quiet. He stood and listened and then heard voices further on. He went out
into the common room and saw a lot of the men sitting around having tea and
nan. No Rose.
“Ty, Rose isn’t up yet?”
“I don’t know. I just got up and realized I’d
overslept. She usually knocks at my door before she goes to make the tea.”
“Maybe she’s not well,” one of the men said. His words
hung on the cold air. Those words sent chills up and down Ty’s spine, not in a
good way. All those chills landed in the pit of his stomach just like lead.
Ty stood there. He thought back to yesterday and how
she looked. She hadn’t looked good yesterday but she said it was nothing. “I’ll
go check.”
He walked out and back down the hall, past the area
where Masood had been when the supposed cameraman had taken his life along with
the General. He reached Rose’s room and knocked. He didn’t hear anything, then
a faint muffled reply. He opened the door and it took a few minutes to adjust
to the darkness. Then he saw her face and the change within the night.
Going in he closed the door and flipped on her battery
powered lamp. “Rose, what’s the matter? I overslept and then realized you hadn’t
knocked. The men said they hadn’t seen you.”
Rose tried to get up but she doubled over. “Oh Ty, I’m
so sick. Please forgive me.” She got up quick grabbed her robe and ran for the
door. She was out the door and down the hall before he could do or say
anything.
He sat there and thought, maybe some tea would help.
He got up and walked out to the kitchen. Noori was there talking with one of
the men. “Rose is sick.” Both looked up and both looked very concerned.
“Not a good time, it’s getting cold and we have too
much sand in the air. If she needed to get back out it would take too long by
ground. Helicopter would be the only way but we’re grounded.”
Ty looked at the two as he made a pot of strong tea,
just how Rose liked it. “She should be fine in a day.”
Noori walked with Ty to the door. “Let me know how she
is, if there is anything we can get for her.”
“I think
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