Something about You: The Peeping Eye

Spying on My Neighbour??!

By Delbert H. Rhodes

Lightly kissing Ja’nia’s ear, Troy says, “You have something I want, so you should be wary of me.” Enjoying his kiss, sweetly, Ja’nia asks, “What do I have that you want?” His lips tenderly brushing her ear, “Beautiful eyes an alluring smile candy lips and luscious hips.”

Smiling and trying to catch her breath, Ja’nia pushes away from Troy, but remains within his reach. Continuing the flirt, “And is that all?” Then deliciously staring into her eyes, Troy says, “You.” “I want all of you.”

Ja’nia’s entire body teems with desire, but she cannot appear easy. No woman with self-respect allows any man to ‘have’ her too quickly; to treat her as some baited fish dangling from his wormy hook. Even if it, and all of it, is absolutely true-and regarding Ja’nia’s feelings for Troy, it is.

Stepping farther away from Troy and looking out the windows, Ja’nia skillfully probes him. She needs to be sure of this man’s feelings for her. True and though Ja’nia has known Troy since they were children, and has loved him ever since, still, she must know. Oh, yes, Ja’nia realizes the lust of it all, and God knows she too lusts for Troy. For as long as she can remember it has always been this way. Troy has been the object of her affections, and her love…for years.

“Tell me something about you that nobody else knows.” Smiling, but quizzically distracted, Troy moves closer to Ja’nia, “Something nobody knows?”

Seconds begin to feel heavy; still, the two individuals seem transfixed in time. Ja’nia, patiently waiting, as Troy, thinking, tends to be somewhere else.

Turning to look out at the distant trees, Troy relishes the cohesion between the trees and the landscape. Strangely, and this has never occurred before now, Ja’nia’s question offers Troy something he has always been without, actually, something that he has avoided, the opportunity to love someone else.

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Right now, Ja’nia is disappointed. Enough time has elapsed, and her question remains unanswered. She wonders whether she should never have asked it. Just as Ja’nia turns to walk away, Troy takes her hand. Once more, he tenderly brushes her cheek with his, and then softly, he whispers, “Sometimes I dream about a twin brother.”

Ja’nia is amazed about what Troy has told her, searching his face, she is certain that the tale is no lie. She asks, “What twin brother?” “When did you have a twin brother?” Troy explains that it is a dream, but often he wonders whether he had a twin before birth.

Still shocked by the story, Ja’nia offers support; she notices that Troy’s manner has become quite serious. This is something of great importance to him, and Ja’nia is satisfied, she feels secure that Troy truly loves her. She is happy.

Yes, Troy loves Ja’nia; however, he also has another love, a great love. A tale he would never share with Ja’nia or anyone else; that is, until the final moment has arrived. You see, Troy is a “Peeper.”

The high tech unsavory habit began because of his military involvements. A military lifer, Troy is Special Forces. He uses ultra-secret technologies to do his job his job is killing.

Troy remains on active duty and deploys whenever receiving the call. Missions take him anywhere in the country and the world. His kills are top secret and have the highest security clearances. Even the Country’s President cannot access the intelligence, and knows nothing of the personnel. Troy is a trained killer and the best.

The Lieutenant Colonel has led many men into harm’s way and with zero loses. Naturally, death ever awaits everyone, especially those facing it daily. This soldier loves his country; he loves his job, TROY LOVES KILLING. Lately, he has developed an even deeper love; one that takes him into the far reaches of the Internet.

Thanks to the military, Troy’s laptop, home computer and smartphone host speciliaized software. Directly accessing a military satellite, the Eye, the technology affords bird’s eye view, and worldwide. Yes, and not only site locations, but and like Supey, the Eye can see through walls, yes, and even Kryptonite.

The advanced technology exceeds the stuff the forces use in the field. The Infrared Sector has severe options attached. These and other capabilities make one man almost invincible. He has as much and more resources than an entire field battalion.

Consider: you are a little lovely taking a steamy, bath, shower or maybe even relaxing in the hot tub. The Eye sees you…ALL OF YOU.

Why would a highly ranked military type reduce to low-life behavior? Excitement. The desire to crack another unopened shell, and simply for the thrill. Unfortunately, the thrill got too hot, and the zealous military man is a bit too involved.

Initially, peeping into the private lives of others was distraction, fun, but then Troy became obsessed; he could not wait to do it again, and again. Now the man’s passions consume him.

Yes, and from time to time, the Peeper encounters a screened vision that drives him, and Troy just loves taking a ride. He enjoys going over the wall, and is hungry for the other side.

Whenever his appetite triggers, a visit is in order. Correct, an onsite visit occurs. Before he comes face to face with a sweetie Troy does a little reconnaissance. He uses the Internet for initial intelligence, and then tours the neighborhood.

Next, and even when someone is at home, the commando pops in for a closer look. While on point, the soldier familiarizes himself with the properties. The Eye has already provided the intelligence, but Troy likes firsthand knowledge. Two months ago a kill occurred. The woman decided to struggle just a little too much and then screamed. Instantly, and like the swift kiss of sharpened steel, Troy snapped the woman’s neck.

First, the feeling disturbed him, after all, the man never intended more than tasting her; but, and almost immediately, his sensors rang off the charts. His feelings overwhelmed him; it was more exciting than killing in the field. EXCITING! Troy could hardly wait for the next time. Strategy: Target. Intelligence. Engagement. KILL.

Tonight: Troy has a date to keep, and he anticipates a fun time.

(Ja’nia cannot know.)

Copyright © 2012 Delbert H. Rhodes

Crissa: In Her Final Moments

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By Delbert H. Rhodes

 

The battle has ended for her; a woman of forty years, Crissa Johennsen has had a good life. Since childhood, she loves family friends and country. Born to a military family this lady learned early the importance of respect responsibility and dedication. Crissa’s dad, a Bird Colonel, stands tall in the shadows of right and wrong; always ready to answer the call; and to go wherever needed. The Colonel’s men respect and love him, and follow him into hell and back without second thinking the venture. All her life, Crissa has held a great pride for her dad, and her loving mother.

Crissa’s mom teaches English Literature in high school. Mrs. Branson’s students love her and thrill about the books they read and the engaging daily discussions. High School is where Crissa and Jack (Johennsen) met. They dated throughout their college years and married soon after graduation. Both individuals felt the call and quickly joined the military. Naturally, Crissa’s dad feels pride for his daughter.

Home for the Johennsens is California’s lovely west coast, and financially; Jack and Crissa are comfortable, though a military lifestyle offers little in terms of luxury. The Johennsen family supports various charities and volunteers at local shelters, whenever time permits. Crissa and Jack are like-minded and nothing is more important to them than helping family and people and country.

In the Johennsen household: the discussion about children occurs often; each individual is eager to begin a family, but now is not the time. Crissa hopes that a girl would be first to arrive, but no matter, as long as the child is healthy, and happy. Doubtless, the lady jokes, our child would be quite beautiful…especially if she looks like me (ha ha).

Today, and on a hillside far from home, Crissa is dying; while attacking an enemy unit, Crissa sustained serious damage to her chest wall and underlying tissues and organs. The medic did all he could to help her; but little more could be done, other soldiers needed aid.

Trying to think clearly, Crissa understands the costs of war; the Morphine the medic gave her helps, but the pain would soon return.

A medevac chopper is slow on arrival; precious moments pass as Crissa waits to be air lifted out of the strike zone. Time is critical and she is unable to hold on. Lying in the dirt Crissa thinks of the wonderful years she has shared with her husband. She focuses on the many sweet moments; Jack and she has laughed, played, and cried. The irreplaceable timeless moments when staring into each other’s eyes, the sweethearts became lost in the purity of love. Crissa loves her husband more than life; and misses him; she needs him-now.

Realizing that she probably would never see Jack again, Crissa reaches into her breast pocket for a pen and writing pad. (Crissa cries for her husband, she sorrows for the children they would never bring into the world.)

Crissa grows weaker, nevertheless, this woman mobilizes a love greater than the horrors of her circumstances; depending on her training and an impenetrable will, Crissa writes a note. The task is monumental: Crissa suffers with breathing, and soon develops problems with vision, the feeling in her hands is numbing, stabilizing the note pad and writing is extremely difficult.

Making matters worse, the injured woman is losing too much blood. Still, and though death waits, the brave lady holds on.  Crissa is determined to complete the note, her final moments with her beloved Jack. Lifeless, Crissa’s hand slides down the page.

One hour later the medevac crew arrives. While assessing the injured, a crewman notices a piece of paper lying next to Crissa’s body. Respectfully: Crissa’s corpse is placed on the chopper; the crewman takes a moment to read the note: To my husband and great love, Lt. Jack Johennsen, Company Headquarters.

News of Crissa’s death quickly arrives at headquarters (the crewman delivers her note to the Lt.). The words on the page are familiar, they are a quote that Jack often said to Crissa, and actually, the quote is “Allure,” a poem that Jack had written for her.

With tearing eyes, sadly Jack reads the note: “In the shadows of the waiting horizon, a cooling sun silhouettes the sky; and in the moonlight brightly reflecting are puffy whites tip toeing by; vigilant monoliths are the mountains, embracing a valley of rivers and green; and the winds artfully whooshing, are the brush painting a scene. My swelling heart feverishly throbs, the view before me I fondly adore; and beside me the woman I love; and her touch the sweetest allure.” -I love you Jack…

The loss of his sweet and loving wife is more than the brave Lt. can stand. With tears bathing his face, and then clutching the blood stained paper to his chest, the veteran commander collapses to his knees.

Copyright © 2012 Delbert H. Rhodes