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We tried to get back to normal. Tony was still pretty much under
medical care, Samantha, Bre and Alexis went back to teaching. I
didn't think we had heard the end of our trip to Cleveland and
all the bodies we had left behind and neither did Frank. We
trusted the intellegence to him, kept our eyes open and refuse
to hide. We also didn't go anywhere alone or do anything stupid.

Samantha had been walking Tony and Sam had been nuzzeling her to
try to put her back togeather after her ordeal. Of course none
of us would ever be the same again. Samantha had killed several
times in hand to hand combat, up close and personnal. Bre and
Alexsis had also taken out people in hand to hand combat. I had
shot more than one of the attackers and I had shot to kill. We
all had nightmares to live down and more than once I heard
screames from Sam's Place as one of the girls relived the events
of the attack. I tossed and turned on more than one night too.
But  all of us healed. I carried a nine mm with me everywhere on
my hip in a military holster.

Tony was required to attend classes in Sam's Place. Samantha
made her come to the same class I attended and made her pair up
with me. It was very hard for her to be touched by a man but
Samantha insisted we keep at it. The exercise was good for her
and gentle. Most of what we did togeather was massage or
stabilizing each other or stretching exercises. Samantha did not
teach the deadly arts, other than to a few choosen students. I
was not amoung the choosen and for my age it probably was just
as well.

I got Tony to reach for me and grab hold and to laugh. She still
tensed as I messaged her in the class, but she didn't jump away
anymore. Frank called with the news that contracts had been let
on Samantha, Tony, Alexis, Bre, and me. The east coast family
had agreed to supervise the contracts. Frank hadn't seen any new
blood in town that might be the assassins but he would cover us.
I had to restrain Samantha to keep her from hitting the Cappo
before they hit us. We picked up a couple of full choke
automatic  12 ga shotguns to supplement our arsenal but I didn't
feel at all at ease. Now we had to make sure none of us got shot
with our own guns. Samantha called in her advanced students as
protection, we established a defense parimeter and waited. We
had communications, people on watch, and the knowledge of the
ground on our side but ....they were so young.

Tony asked me to walk her home after class. "Home" was the
"hidey hole" we had built for her and she was always escorted,
but usually by Bre or Alexis. As we were walking she turned to
me and said,"I want you to make love to me." "Only if you
promise me that if you cann't go through with it or if it hurts,
you'll tell me, and stop, and not blame yourself", I responded.
She  quietly agreed. We went through Sam's stall into her room.

She sat on the bunk bed, not looking at me and shivered. She was
forcing herself to think about what she was doing. Tony had
weighed about 95 lbs when Samantha had brought her from
Cleveland. Now she weighed 110 lbs and her 5'4" frame was very
slender. Most of her injuries had healed, her scars, from being
burned she would carry for life. I sat at the head of the bunk
bed and told her just to back up to me so I could hold her. She
did and rested her head on my chest. She didn't stop shivering,
she wasn't cold, she was freightened. I kissed her neck and
opened her blouse to kiss her shoulders. The kisses were hard
and soft moving around the base of her neck so her head would
folow and release her neck muscles. At each kiss she jumped and
then relaxed toward me. We lay in each others arms a long time
until her freight was banished. Then she raised her face to me
and rolled partly over  to face me. Her tongue serched me and I
let it my tongue searched her and she relaxed and allowed me to
enter her deeply, shallowly, then not at all. We kissed hard and
soft with no pattern to the kisses and soon she responded to me
and her lips, ears, and shoulders were hot. Then I kissed her
very gently and she responded. We melted togeather and I slowly
opened her blouse. Each move was done in slow motion with plenty
of time for her to get comfortable between them. Her blouse was
opened but I didn't touch her only kissed her. She tentatively
offered her breasts to me. Her blouse came off. Her bra came off
and she offered her bare abused nipples to be fondled. A voice
from deep inside her said "They used to be pretty" I whispered
in  her ear "Your breasts are beautiful" She laughed "Lier,
lier, pants on fire" and then she laughed and clasped me as if
she were drowning, sobbing. I kissed her tears away and rubbed
her as I had in class to sooth her. I could feel the tension
leave her toes and fingers. She moved softly under my hands
moaning "That feels so good." Don't stop...Please don't stop"
and I heard her throaty laugh again. Her shorts and panties
found the floor. I explored her slit gently with my fingers. I
found her clit and lightly kissed it and she moaned in pleasure.
I kissed her deeply and held her tightly. She pushed away saying
"You stopped" so I started the carressing massage again. I
brought her over me and she looked at me and gasped laughing
again, then slowly she mounted me as I massaged her and slowly
she sank over me taking me into her until I filled her, grasping
me tighter as she slid down my rigid pole. She didn't move, she
didn't even breathe. Then she sighed and  began to fuck me
gently . Her hands moved over me in a flutter and she kissed me
deeply but gently. I let her do what she wanted and as much as
she wanted, Several times she gasped and stopped, shaking,  but
after a pause would continue carressing my tool with the soft
lining of her virgina. It was delightful. As she became more
arroused and approached her climax, her breathing shortened and
became irregular and she gripped me harder. I held out for a
long time as she built toward a climax, then trottled her own
feelings. Finally she let herself go and rose with me to a
climax with a little scream. She was soaked with perspiration,
she'ld  been sweating blood, trying to release the scars of what
those bastards had done to her head as they punished her body.
Some of the nightmares were gone in the warmth of our tryst. She
collapsed on me sobbing softly  I was still in her moving slowly
as she cuddled down on me and sighed a release of her tension.
She slept peacefully for the first time in a long time, both
filled and fulfilled.

Now all I had to do was keep her alive until the mob found
better things to chase than us.

Our first contact came several nights later. I heard a shotgun
blast and the whole group was up and running. Eric, one of
Samantha's students had been patroling the parimeter when he
came upon a man with a night-scoped rifle and night glasses.
When Eric had challenged him he had gone for the gun so Eric had
let off a blast. The guy was very dead and Eric was crying that he
had ment to take the guy prisoner not kill him. Now we had
aquired a night scope and glasses. The rifle was a military 7.62
mm from Europe. We called Frank to let him know what had
happened and he wanted to collect the body and identify the guy.
I had no problem with that but Samantha was adament. Frank could
collect all the prints he wanted but the body was going to be
delivered to the local Cappo.

We put a group together to deliver the body. The house we were
delivering to had guards and dogs, a big wall and gates. But the
guards made regular rounds, the dogs would accept meat from
strangers and there was no protection at the top of the wall. I
asked Sam how she had gained all this information, but she just
smiled like a shark smiles just before it takes a big chunk.

She set up the whole raid. The object was to scare the Cappo
whitless so he would ask for protection. Samantha was not above
leaving a few guards around to emphasise the message of the
assasin's body, but she was adament that none of the animals be
hurt.So we doped up some prime sirlion and started our attack.

Samantha had scoped the place out and the proceedures had not
changed.  There was only one guard who might cause trouble and
he was stationed on the varanda of the house near the door. He
was mine. Samantha whisled for the dogs and they came. None were
on leashes apparently. We drugged the dogs and two of us went
over the wall. We made for the gate and unlocked it for the
others, then made for the varada using the night scope to make
sure we didn't trip over anyone. The guy on the varanda never
knew what hit him. Dropping him was the signal for the wagon to
come slowly up the drive with the present. We dropped it and eft
the grounds. I locked the gates and went over the wall, into the
van and we drifted quietly off. According to Frank they never
knew we were there until the next morning when the driver went
for the car. Frank was laughing but his boss was furious that we
had gone after these people.

Samantha called the Cappo and told him the next time she would
take out the whole first floor of the house, and if she had to
come back for a third visit she would take out every man, woman,
and child in the household. He agreed to back off but we didn't
believe him and, it was just as well we didn't.