As Nan turned toward the door and went to open it, I had a few seconds to catch my breath and calm myself down. I had to be very careful: I understood... that my feelings were in chaos and my control was ragged at best. Sure, over the past five plus years I had learned control and patience, but those were for things I could control; things that were predictable and for which the rewards and consequences were clear. They never included wives, or ex-wives or children or any of those things that were. “So what do you say? Will you help us grow? Plus it would be super fun to work together.” She walks over to me as she is talking, we never break eye contact. In the back of my mind, I am screaming “You FUCKING IDIOT!!! STOP HER TELL HER NO!!!!! REFER A PARTNER TO HER!!!!” the other part of me just can’t stop starring, can’t stop thinking about all the things I have wanted to do to her for all these years, the way I wanted to punish her for turning me down all those years ago. Then it happened. But there was no doubting his identity. He was the Master Chief; the most famous and infamous of all Spartans. John-117.And the man who haunted Cortana's erotic dreams and fantasies.Ironically, John himself had been feeling stressed out, and so he had gone for a ten-kilometre run along the coast in an effort to burn off some of the excess tension he was feeling. After doing a run like that, most human beings would be gasping and falling over in exhaustion. But John was a Spartan. They were not. “I guess I will have to find out for myself then,” he says mysteriously. My breathing catches at the tone in his voice and struggle to find a crack in the blindfold to get a glimpse of what he is planning. Unfortunately I find none. And then I feel his touch. My body breaks out in goose bumps as my arousal skyrockets. He runs his hands up over my bare legs, easily slipping off my shoes as he goes. I moan as his fingers play over my sensitive skin as his hands travel higher and higher up,.