"Yessss," she hissed,fixing me with her penetrating stare. My gaze felt drawn to her glowinggreen eyes, locked in by her uncanny power."Remember," she... continued softly as I felt myself grow numb, "your mindshall be taken from your body and placed in another object. But you canalways return. You yourself can bring your mind back into your body andregain your will, so long as the object which contains your mind stays inthis apartment. If you let the object be carried away from here with yourmind. Lance "Slag" Sledge checks his holster once againthen tips on his well worn Stetson. He downs the last of the dregsfrom his coffee cup then sets it on the stove lid grimacing as heswallows, the combination of the task at hand and the bite of the drinkhas put the stern lip on his expression.It's payday now for the drovers and saddle tramps that run the cattleon the long drives. These men are young, tough and looking fortrouble. Last month it was the Wagon Trains, large crowds but. Ryan stepped into the shower and she beganto lie out his clothes. Ryan emerged from the shower, water running in rivulets over his chiseledbody, and grabbed the towel. He dried off as he watched Megan carefully layingout his clothes and smiled. For a moment he considered taking her right thenand there. His cock stiffened as he watched her move about the room, her movementsgraceful and fluid. They didn't have much time though, and had a long driveahead of them. Ryan dressed as they talked about. His wife and son."Fuck.Fuck!"Do you have a SWAT team on the way?"The civilian cop, a mid thirties looking sergeant whose name tag said THOMPSON, shook his head. "My captain told me they'd take at least twenty minutes to get here. Something more important came up, I guess." Yeah, something always does. Which floor is he on?" Seven."I checked my notes. My guy was in apartment #723. What were the odds it'd be some other Army lieutenant?I looked up at the building. It was one of those old early.