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This is from Hard Ticket to Hawaii, who is the woman?Michelle Gothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148491999896179382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591530352515769532.post-59514738269750793832019-08-29T10:16:00.000-07:002019-08-29T10:16:46.883-07:00Nunchuck Nights<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
The pain began at Cynthia’s heels and moved sharply up the
back of her legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Earlier her calves
experienced a sharp pulling sensation that dulled as it moved through her
thighs dying in her ass, before exploding in her lower back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each step was a test of her resolve, both
physically in getting home and mentally in questioning if this was a foolish
choice, the unhealthy product of rage and hubris.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>An abstract expression of self-worth yelled
into an uncaring and uninterested void.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After the miscarriage and the divorce Cynthia needed to feel
in control of something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And that
feeling had led her to dust off her law degree and take the first menial
clerking position she could find.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
move to the city and everything it entailed was invigorating at first, giving
her sense of needed control in her life. Now it only showed her how little she
had control of.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From the reliance on
public transit to the hope she would not hear her young neighbors’ activities
throughout her apartment after midnight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The thin metal grating of the stairs outside her third floor
walk up apartment required her to remove the heels she was expected to wear at
work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She tried not to think of the
filth as her feet pressed against the cold metal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A dull shiver coursed up her legs that
prompted her to move quicker than expected though the haze of her fatigue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At her door she in a single fluid motion she pulled
the key from her purse and inserted it into the lock in a singularly impressive
movement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The door closed quickly behind
her as she dropped her shoes and tossed her purse aside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Absent mindlessly she turned the TV on, HGTV on the screen
glamorized the suburban life she had fled as she moved to the kitchen and
pulled a lean cuisine from the freezer and placed it into the microwave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While her meal heated she brought the
cardboard box to the trash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The word
‘LEAN’ jumped out at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Fuck You.”
She told the box and herself while her gaze moved from the box to her
stomach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though she was by no means fat,
her once toned waistline pushed against the elastic of her skirt in a way she
was not accustomed to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Begrudgingly Cynthia,
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>released the button at her waist and
allowed herself to spill out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She stared
at the unwanted flesh until the familiar ding of the microwave pulled her from
her wallowing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As she moved toward the
couch and TV a sharp bang caught her attention from the opposite side of the
apartment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Absently she placed her meal
on the coffee table to investigate the noise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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The building on the backside of her apartment was too close
for Cynthia’s comfort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If she opened the
window and reached out she would almost be able to touch the other building
without effort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Because of this she had
place two curtains on each window.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One
for noise, another for light.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pulling
each aside a single light grabbed her attention from the surrounding
darkness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the apartment half a floor
below hers the shade was open and a naked man stood before her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was staring directly ahead in what
appeared to be a deep focus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His
movements were fluid, as he spun a single pair of nunchucks around his
body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her gaze moved slowly from his intense eyes and
down his body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The contours of his
muscles were rigid and defined flexing in succession while the nunchucks moved
slowly around his entire body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She allowed
the chucks to be her guide of his body, as they spun from his shoulders to his
waist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As the man swung the weapon
around his waist she took in the site of his cock, moving in unision with the
rest of his body. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Cynthia was unsure how long she
was watching before she felt herself growing wetter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In a trance her hand moved to examine
herself, surprised by the sensitivity to her clit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A shudder moved through her body causing her
hand to grab hold of the window frame for balance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Without thought she took control of her urge
as her pointer and middle finger entered her, while her thumb continued to rub
her clit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her eyes drank in her neighbor
passionately while she brought herself to climax.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The standing orgasm caused her to stumble
backwards as a minor head rush momentarily stole her balance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shaking it off Cynthia stripped naked on her
way to the kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a quick glass
of water she laid on her bed her dinner forgotten and was soon asleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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For the next week Cynthia rushed home after work and
masturbated nearly every evening while watching her neighbor workout naked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her feelings of guilt at the invasion of his
privacy were each night overpowered by her prurient obsession.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In an act of conciliation to her guilt she
debated standing naked in the window, but her sense of shame at her figure
prevented it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With one hand against the
window frame and the down the waistband of her shorts she watched her
neighbor’s body as it flowed gracefully in seeming perfect control of himself
and the nunchucks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then he looked up
and smiled knowinly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It all happened in
a single motion, their eyes met and it could not be denied.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He knew where to look.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In shock Cynthia stepped back and pulled her
hands away from herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suddenly she
was aware only of her breathing, and in this awareness she told herself she needed
to take control of herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She toward the
window, looked down and waved with as innocent a smile as she could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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He was in the window, the nunchucks resting on his
shoulders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was motioning for her to
open the window, and she did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hello.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He called up
to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hi.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She responded
as casually as she could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He pulled the nunchucks from his shoulders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And held them out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Can you catch?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He asked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Cynthia nodded and he tossed them to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After she caught them, he climbed onto his
window sill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Step back.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He told her, and she did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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In a single motion the man jumped between buildings and
pulled his naked frame into Cynthia’s apartment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Hi, Nice to meet you.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said with an extended hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The two shook hands and he asked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Do you want to learn to use those?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Sure.” Cynthia answered. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“We’ll need more space he said.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Cynthia brought him into the living room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The man stood in front<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>of her and he began to move his hands over her body placing her in the
proper stance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Delicately he wrapped her
fingers around the nunchuck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“For most
movements you’ll want to hold the top of the stick here, it will provide you
the most control.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He told her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next she followed his instructions bringing
her right hand up and back while her left moved past her stomach to catch it on
the opposite side of her body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her hand
grabbed a handful of the bulky tee shirt she was wearing, instead of catching
the nunchuck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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“Easy fix.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said
before grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it over her head in a single
motion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Standing topless before him, Cynthia felt vulnerable, then
powerful, as his eyes took in the sight of her exposed breasts, and she noticed
his cock twitched ever so slightly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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“This doesn’t feel right.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She told him as she stepped back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Caught off guard the man also stepped back, respectfully giving her more
space.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His look of concern transformed
to a coy smile as Cynthia pulled her sweats pants down her body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She stepped from the garment toward him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Where were we?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From behind her, he reminded her of the
proper grips before moving his hands over her bare body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The back of his fingers traced the curves of
her body without making contact from the curve in her hip to the swell of her
breasts and around to the back of your neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“You must be aware of yourself.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He told her, and she was as her nipples stretched outward.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Again she brought her right hand with the chuck up and back
and her left moved around her waist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
was not a smooth motion, but it hit smacked her palm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had closed her grip too slowly to catch
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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“Again,” she heard him behind her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After three more attempt she caught the chuck
as it moved behind her and into her waiting left hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The focus on her faced transformed into a
smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Great, now bring your left hand up and back and catch it
with your right.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With her grip on the nunchuck tight, Cynthia brought it
across her body and upward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her movement
jerked, causing the chuck to smack her in the middle of her back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She tried again to bring the weapon across
her body, but each time the nunchuck struck her back.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“It needs to be a smooth movement.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said after she looked behind her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Here.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He said as he stepped closer to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Place the nunchuck on the ground.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He told whispered into her ear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She bent over in front of him placing the weapon on the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She stood up and he brought his hands to her
hips aligning her posture precisely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Slowly he moved his hands to her shoulders then her hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“A single smooth motion,” he spoke quietly in
her ear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was close enough she could
feel his breath on her neck.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He moved her hands across her body simulating the basic
movement without the nunchuck, never taking his hands from hers as her body’s
craving for his touch grew with each movement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Ready?” He asked before he slowly released her hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He moved his fingers back up her arms and
lingering for a single moment before moving back before her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Cynthia looked at the nunchucks on the floor and then to
him, standing naked before her and waiting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Her hands moved around her body, simulating the motion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Be aware of how your body feels.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He advised her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And she was and but she did not bend of to
grab the nunchuck, she stepped backward and in a smooth motion grabbed hold of
his cock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was neither soft or hard
but she heard him gasp as she began to stroke him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He closed the gap between then and she
released him and turned toward him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As
he leaned forward to kiss her she took him in her hand again and continued
stroking him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<img alt="Image result for naked man nunchuck" src="https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/b/muscular-strong-man-nunchucks-60083314.jpg" />Michelle Gothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148491999896179382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591530352515769532.post-14670038617243295352019-08-29T10:11:00.002-07:002019-08-29T10:11:53.107-07:00The Four Lessons of Janet Lee<br />
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The Four Lessons of
Janet Lee<o:p></o:p></div>
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by M.R. Gott<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Lesson One from Miyamoto Musashi’s Book of Five Rings.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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In her darkened apartment Janet Lee kneels on the hardwood
floor. Her open palms rest against her thighs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She wears only the bottom half of a gi, a black sports bra and a
blindfold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The blindfold holds her long
dark hair back, leaving her muscular shoulders bare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On her left shoulder is a green and black
Infinite Ying Yang Tattoo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The only
illumination in the room comes from 100’s of candles placed carefully one inch
apart around the edge of the room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
soft flickering light reveals the ridges and contours between each of her
defined muscles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before her are two
swords resting on a wooden stand <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">a</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Daisho</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The longer blade <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">the Katana</i> is
below the shorter bladed <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Wakizashi</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The blades are naked, reflecting and
amplifying the dim surrounding candle light.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The scabbard for each weapon is beside the open entryway in front of Janet.
Through the entryway lies the kitchen and the entrance to the apartment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Janet focuses on her heartbeat, her practiced concentration
keeps her pulse low, despite the mounting anxiety welling within her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No sound escapes her notice, from the gentle
breeze rapping on the window behind her to men slowly preparing to enter from outside
her second floor apartment door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Their
whispers cut through the silence around her, a prelude to the conflict to
come.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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In quick succession two shot gun blasts come.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The speed tells Janet two separate men
fired.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next she hears a battering ram
against the door handle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With its hinges
blown away the door falls to the floor in the kitchen with a dull thud.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Heavy boots move through her home and it
takes little time for the assault team to find her, moving into the living room
from the kitchen. They pay no attention to the furniture pushed against the
walls framed by the multitude of small candles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She hears the team form a semi-circle around her, their breath is
labored, and she knows they are anxious, and she knows why.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet uses the sound to count the team
members around her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She takes careful
notice of the man to her left with the most controlled breathing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Listening closely Janet counts the number of
soldiers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are seven. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Across her bare torso she feels the subtle
warmth of the laser sights trained on her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The sound of a muffled hum comes next as the team switches on their
night vision.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hands on your fucking head!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A woman to Janet’s right yells, and she knows
that Lisa Bernard is hesitant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was
always easy to read in moments of stress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Slowly Janet follows the command, waiting because he has not arrived
yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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With the team in place she hears the voice of the calmest
team member on her left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His voice is
balanced as he speaks into his mic, and she recognizes it instantly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Darren Smith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Target acquired and contained.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even
sprinting she never saw the man break a sweat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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From the broken entryway Janet hears his soft footed
approach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He always enjoyed his
spectacle, to revel in his sense of power.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It is tragically predictable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Unlike the assault team he moves with a methodically deliberate pace,
taking in the darkness all around him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Janet hears him enter the room and chuckle. Donvan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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“Really Ms. Lee, Seppuku.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>A bit fucking melodramatic, but fitting for a control freak such as
yourself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want you to know that while
I am going to torture you, I’m still not sure if I’m going to take your life.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Janet cannot hide a tiny smirk at his self-assurance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“And what is it you find so amusing about this situation?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Melodramatic, controlling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You’re the one who enters with fucking stormtroopers.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Perhaps, Ms. Lee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But you’re still crude and rudimentary, and those are the qualities that
have brought us to this point.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Janet’s response is the press of a button concealed in her
palm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In a moment the flash bangs behind
each candle go off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With the assault
team blinded Jan rolls forward grabbing the wakizashi blade in her left hand
and the Katana in her right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even
blinded Donovan’s survival instincts are amazing and he staggers from the room
in an instant. Janet sets to work on the seven members of the assault team,
remembering the words of Miyamoto Musashi <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">When
you are fighting more than one enemy you must use both of your swords and
strike quickly and strongly without hesitation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You must go for the strongest attacker first.</i>”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet is upon Darren before he can fire.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With refined movements her blades move in
turn to the throats of the blinded flailing assault team.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet steps from one to another with practiced
and planned movements.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each motion
causes a bloody eruption, a precursor to each death.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After taking seven lives Janet moves toward
the entryway and places her back to the wall beside the entrance to the kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next she removes her blindfold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reaching beside the door frame she takes the
sheaths and returns each blade accordingly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She then wraps them around her body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Finally she takes a semi-automatic rifle from the corpse nearest to her.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lee.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Donovan begins from the hallway before
pausing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’ve got another full team out
here, and I really want to torture not fucking kill you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You know your crude rudimentary behavior has brought us to
this point?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet responds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Donovan fires a single round into the apartment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jan empties the semiautomatics rifle’s clip
in short bursts as a response.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She fires
with slow sweeping motions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her aim
lowering as she moves back towards the window.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When the weapon clicks empty she tosses it aside and in a single motion
opens and climbs through the window.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>From the ledge she grabs a strong nylon rope and slides two stories
down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her bare feet fall upon the cold roof
of a dark blue van. She climbs through the open driver side window.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her fingers come to the waiting ignition key.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The engine turns on and she pulls away
into the night, with all of her fears confirmed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Lesson Two From Sun Tzu’s Art of War<o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The expected battle in her apartment reveals two truths to
Janet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First that Donovan is corrupt and
secondly he is still very confident in his ability to deceive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When he recruited her from her small Dojo to
train an elite tactical response squad she had been flattered, and the vanity
of that flattery had blinded her to the realities of her situation longer than
they should have.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The seven dead in her
apartment were part of Donovan’s squad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Janet hopes she can stop Donovan before she is forced to decide between
her own life and the remaining 18 students she took on under Donovan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What she needs to stop him is at the government
complex he runs and as she drives that way, she hopes that her neighbors are
unharmed and calling the police.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
needs a head start before she can finish off Donvan.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Leaving the city and headed toward the Special Forces
complex Janet pulls over and steps out of her van.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She walks to the rear of the vehicle and
opens the back doors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The rear is empty
except for a pair of large rectangular duffle bags.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet pulls one out, unzips and removes a
package of baby wipes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With steady hands
she wipes her student’s blood from her skin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Shivering in the moonlight she tells herself this is from the cool night
air, but also knows that is a lie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
discards each wipe onto the ground before pulling the gi’s shirt and a pair of
sneakers from the bag.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dressing quickly she
returns to the driver’s seat and pulls back onto the empty road.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The complex looms before her, signs lie to her, telling her
this is government property and that trespassers will be prosecuted to the full
extent of the law, not executed by a rogue agent looking to frame them as a
patsy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet pulls up to the security
shed, stopping before a mechanical fence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She has her ID ready and hands it to the waiting attendant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The younger, clean shaven man studies the
image, before looking back at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Little late, isn’t it?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He asks leading her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Donovan likes to keep his squad on their toes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just left a date the moment the food
arrived.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“He is utterly random times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I guess I’ll expect him the squad soon.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The guard laments, confirming more of Janet’s suspicious.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, it’s a training OPP, I gotta’ get in and set up
before he and the rest of the squad arrive.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I won’t keep you then.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The guard replies as he pushes a button, opening the gate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Thanks for the heads up about the others
coming in.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He says as he hands her back
her ID. Janet pulls forward into the complex.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Driving across the parking lot with her window down, she hears the gate
closing behind her. The sound lets her know that she is now locked in with her
enemies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The complex is a long single story building jettisoning off
in multiple directions; a true labyrinth for the uninitiated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet pulls the opposite duffle bag from the rear
and hoists it over her shoulder with a grunt, before she moves toward the main
entrance with her ID in hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She swipes
in by the door sensor and hears a familiar high pitched ding followed by a click.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Quickly she grabs the door and pulls it
open.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The guard inside she recognizes,
the adorably naive Jamal Cooke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sup Janet?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Donovan’s all about last minute readiness, so here we are,
middle of the night for a sparring session.” <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“That sucks. Best of luck with it.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jamal chuckles and Janet moves past him down
a narrow indistinct hallway. On her left and right are identical doors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>An electronic key fab grants access to each
room and provides a record of who entered what room, nearly every staff member
has access to nearly every room because of this record system. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Janet moves past the door to the gym and into the shipping
storehouse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She swipes her ID by the key
fab, and the waits a moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A green light
flashes with a ding, the mechanical door opens slowly. She enters the room and
once inside she drops her bag to the floor then opens it quickly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From the duffle she pulls out a series of
weapons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet straps a set of sais to
her hips, a<u> </u>pair of nunchucks fit into the small of her back, and a rod
the length of her palm into the gi’s cloth belt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally she pulls out her phone before moving
with with purpose through the stacks of shipping containers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Steps before she arrives at her destination,
the Mexican shipments, her phone vibrates in her hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Looking down she sees it is Donovan and
swipes ignore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pulling a sai from her hip she pries open a container,
confirming the fentanyl and opium inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She turns on <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>her phone’s video
recorder and moves it over the shipping labels, ensuring the installation’s
address is clear and moving it to the opened container.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally she moves through the room, proving
the location of the cargo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As she does
the PA system sounds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Janet Lee, please pick up the phone in the cargo bay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is an incoming call for.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you do not pick up quickly an officer will
be dispensed to your location for assistance.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Perfect.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet
thinks to herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She jogs quickly
toward the phone and removes it from the cradle, ensuring the camera picks up
everything.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Janet, Janet Lee. I must say I am impressed with your
direct approach.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She can tell Donovan
is in the back of a car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She waits a
moment before responding.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Robert Donovan, I told you I was tenacious when you hired
me, I promised I could keep up your crew and would keep you all on your toes.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yes, you did.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Donovan sighs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s a fucking
shame really what you did to Darren.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
was my best man.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You did that to him, you killed him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anyone you send after me will die.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t make me kill the last 18 team members
you have.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Donovan laughs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Janet, my poor Janet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was
only one of my team’s I had you training.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Janet drops the wall phone and it dangles from the cord. She
can hear Donovan’s voice through her panic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She breathes in slowly trying to compose herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next she presses stop on her camera and
attaches the video file to a drafted group email to multiple reporters across
the country and sends it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“The Supreme Art of War is to subdue the
enemy without fighting</i>.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She looks
to the door ready to leave, when she hears it ding, unlocking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“So much for Sun Tzu,” she thinks to
herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Lesson Three from Morihei Ueshiba’s The Art of Peace<o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Let attackers come any way they like and then blend with them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Never Chase after opponents. Redirct each
attack and get firmly behind it.” </i>In a reverse grip Janet holds a sai in
her right hand, with the length of the weapon braced against her forearm to
increase its power. Janet brings the blunt end of sai forward and through the
partially open door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The weapon strikes
the clear face shield of strike team member preparing to move through the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The force knocks his head backward and exposes
his neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet spins the sai between
her fingers, then drives the nearly two foot length through his momentarily
exposed neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He staggers backward,
gagging, Janet steps forward with him through the now open door, using the
man’s dying body as a barrier between herself and his partner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before the man’s partner can process what is
happening she grabs the sai like a dagger pulling it from his neck, before
bringing the bloody weapon down against the partner’s rising rifle and hooks
the center of the weapon in the sai’s prongs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Janet then turns and spins, moving into a crouch pulling the
man still clutching the weapon over her shoulder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He lands with a thud that knocks the wind
from his body as the rifle and sai skitter across the hallway floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With the man’s head by her feet, Janet pulls
his pistol from the holster at his hip and fires into his neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The single shot echoes in the narrow space. Janet
spins on her heel and aims the weapon toward the main entrance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She waits, assessing the situation before
moving to escape.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She waits for a beat
to pass, then another.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Relieved Janet
takes a step forward, just as a squad of four round the corner. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet drives backward firing as gun blasts
erupt around her.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The advancing squad pulls back, the lead member firing
blindly around the corner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet
continues to fire until the pistol clicks empty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reaching up she swipes her key card, which
beeps before the door begins to open.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As
it does Janet pulls the body of the guard on top of her, willing herself to
remain unseen as his blood continues to spill from the wound at his neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With the corpse atop her Janet cannot see
anything, but hears the heavy boots of the squad advancing toward the
door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They move together in quick deliberate paces, the sound of
their footfalls grow louder before becoming muffled in the spilt blood around
the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet is betting on their
callous nature, and that they will not check the two fallen bodies for a
pulse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She is right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She hears a high pitched ding, then the door
opening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They have taken her bait.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In rapid succession they enter the room in
two by two formation. Once the door slides shut Janet shoves the body off her
and climbs to her feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She draws the
remaining sai for her hip as she moves toward the exit, worried about Sam Cooke.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Janet sees Sam at this desk as she turns the corner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is on his cell phone, giving her a
perplexed look.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He holds one empty
towards her, palm forward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Yes
officer.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He says loudly into the phone,
“Something violent is happening here between federal employees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t fucking know what but send someone
not affiliated with this place.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet
walks past him and outside the facility.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
At a brisk pace Janet moves through the cold night air to
her van, and sees Donovan leaning leisurely against the back door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He holds a pistol casually in one hand.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“A sai to a gunfight, how very fitting.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Donovan he taunts.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Janet holds up the sai, she releases the handle catching the
weapon by the tip of the longer center prong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“You want me to toss it away?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She asks taking a few more steps forward.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No point really.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Donovan answers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You’re the one
who taught that its not a ranged weapon.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I guess you were paying attention.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet says.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“What you missed though, is that it can only really be thrown twice the
distance of the blade.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As Donovan begins to calculate the distance between the two
Janet steps forward throwing the sai.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
makes a full rotation before plunging into Donovan’s shoulder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In pain he struggles to aim his pistol, but
before he can get Janet in his sights, an expanding metal rod collides with his
shins, tripping him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the time it
takes him to land on his face, Janet is behind him with a pair of nunchucks
wrapped around his neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The blood of Donovan’s men drips from her body onto him as she
squeezes the chain tighter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet brings
his head up so her lips are beside his ear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He can feel her breathe on him, her rage nearly beyond control.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A moment passes between them, then
another.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet hears the front gate
opening and a single car peels into the parking lot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is a plain civilian vehicle, with a police
light flashing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A squeal of breaks cuts
through the silence of the night, and bulky man in a disheveled dress shirt and
tie steps quickly from the car, not bothering to shut the door. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His face is obstructed from Janet’s view by
the large revolver he is pointing at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Police!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He shouts out to both
of them.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Lesson Four From Yamamoto Tsunetomo’s Hagakure<o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Would you prefer to prove me wrong, or prove yourself right
Sargent Hallenbeck?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet asks in the
brick walled interrogation room of the police precinct.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sitting across from her is the bulky man who
an hour earlier had arrested her and placed Donovan in police custody, which
was undoubtedly a hospital bed to which he was hand cuffed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Charles Hallenbeck raised his hand to his forehead and
scratched it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet was somehow both
incredibly compliant and the most difficult suspect he had ever
interrogated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“And the difference would
be?’’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He asks.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Are you more focused on understanding those around you or
dismissing them?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I simply want to know what happened.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pegg says.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“And I have told you in detail everything from being
attacked at my apartment to the fight at the installation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have also told you that I emailed proof of
the smuggling to a collection of news outlets.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I do not see how which specific outlets are pertinent to your line of
questioning, thougho I am confident that the eventually those will be revealed
when the time comes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>May I give them
your information to so they may corroborate my story with your account of the
matter?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah that’s fine.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Pegg realizes he is answering another one of her questions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“The question I am looking for you to answer
Ms Lee is,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>why did you lay ambush to the
men at your apartment?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why you took the
actions you did?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“It is a mischaracterization to say I ambushed someone at my
place, when I did not invite them over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And if someone broke into your place brandishing weapons you wouldn’t
have defended yourself?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Another question.” Pegg replies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“This is about your choices.” <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No it is about my actions, the why is up to you to
establish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you need help explaining
why someone would defend themselves while in their home?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You have my statement, you have a mountain of physical
evidence, what you need to decide is what you will do with this
information.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or is it not your decision
how to proceed?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet asks.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A pause before Hallenbeck responds gives Janet all the
information she needs.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Did you bring a lunch with you to work today?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet asks.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I caught this call because I was working the late shift”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So did you bring dinner or a meal of some sort?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No why?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hallenbeck
asks.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Are you familiar with the book the Hagakure by Yamamoto
Tsunetomo?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No, what does that to do with anything?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Janet waits a moment before answering. “We are reaching the
end of our encounter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the Hagakure it
speaks of flower viewing in the Kamigata area.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>During this time they brought lunch and a specific single use lunchbox
which was to be destroyed upon the day’s end.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The lesson is that, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">‘The end is
important in all things.’</i> We are approaching the end of our time
together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you even want to see me
again I teach at the Service Dojo on the East side, you’re welcome to visit at
anytime.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet stands slowly and moves
to the door with a confidence that belays Hallenbecks’s initial response to
stop her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He follows her out into the
hallway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ms. Wu, please stop I have not released you yet.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m not yours to release.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Janet calls back without pausing or turning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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A hand comes down on Hallenbeck’s shoulder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It belongs to his supervisor, who just
emerged from the observation room.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Let her go Chuck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’ve got some media sources that confirmed her mass email.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her role as Federal instructor also gives her
license to possess the flashbangs she used as well as her armed entry into the
facility.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s over.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“The end is important in all things.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hallenbeck mumbles to himself as he watches
Janet disappear around a corner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Lesson One from Miyamoto Musashi’s Book of Five Rings.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In her darkened apartment Janet Lee kneels on the hardwood
floor. Her open palms rest against her thighs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She wears only the bottom half of a gi, a black sports bra and a blindfold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The blindfold holds her long dark hair back,
leaving her muscular shoulders bare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On
her left shoulder is a green and black Infinite Ying Yang Tattoo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The only illumination in the room comes from 100’s
of candles placed carefully one inch apart around the edge of the room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The soft flickering light reveals the ridges
and contours between each of her defined muscles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before her are two swords resting on a wooden
stand <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">a</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Daisho</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The longer blade <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">the Katana</i> is below the shorter bladed <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Wakizashi</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The blades are naked, reflecting and
amplifying the dim surrounding candle light.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The scabbard for each weapon is beside the open entryway in front of Janet.
Through the entryway lies the kitchen and the entrance to the apartment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Janet focuses on her heartbeat, her practiced concentration
keeps her pulse low, despite the mounting anxiety welling within her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No sound escapes her notice, from the gentle
breeze rapping on the window behind her to men slowly preparing to enter from outside
her second floor apartment door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Their
whispers cut through the silence around her, a prelude to the conflict to
come.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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In quick succession two shot gun blasts come.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The speed tells Janet two separate men
fired.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next she hears a battering ram
against the door handle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With its hinges
blown away the door falls to the floor in the kitchen with a dull thud.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Heavy boots move through her home and it
takes little time for the assault team to find her, moving into the living room
from the kitchen. They pay no attention to the furniture pushed against the
walls framed by the multitude of small candles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She hears the team form a semi-circle around her, their breath is
labored, and she knows they are anxious, and she knows why.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet uses the sound to count the team
members around her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She takes careful
notice of the man to her left with the most controlled breathing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Listening closely Janet counts the number of
soldiers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are seven. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Across her bare torso she feels the subtle
warmth of the laser sights trained on her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The sound of a muffled hum comes next as the team switches on their
night vision.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hands on your fucking head!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A woman to Janet’s right yells, and she knows
that Lisa Bernard is hesitant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was
always easy to read in moments of stress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Slowly Janet follows the command, waiting because he has not arrived
yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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With the team in place she hears the voice of the calmest
team member on her left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His voice is
balanced as he speaks into his mic, and she recognizes it instantly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Darren Smith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Target acquired and contained.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even
sprinting she never saw the man break a sweat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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From the broken entryway Janet hears his soft footed
approach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He always enjoyed his
spectacle, to revel in his sense of power.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It is tragically predictable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Unlike the assault team he moves with a methodically deliberate pace,
taking in the darkness all around him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Janet hears him enter the room and chuckle. Donvan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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“Really Ms. Lee, Seppuku.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>A bit fucking melodramatic, but fitting for a control freak such as
yourself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want you to know that while
I am going to torture you, I’m still not sure if I’m going to take your life.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Janet cannot hide a tiny smirk at his self-assurance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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“And what is it you find so amusing about this situation?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Melodramatic, controlling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You’re the one who enters with fucking stormtroopers.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Perhaps, Ms. Lee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But you’re still crude and rudimentary, and those are the qualities that
have brought us to this point.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Janet’s response is the press of a button concealed in her
palm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In a moment the flash bangs behind
each candle go off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With the assault
team blinded Jan rolls forward grabbing the wakizashi blade in her left hand
and the Katana in her right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even
blinded Donovan’s survival instincts are amazing and he staggers from the room
in an instant. Janet sets to work on the seven members of the assault team,
remembering the words of Miyamoto Musashi <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">When
you are fighting more than one enemy you must use both of your swords and
strike quickly and strongly without hesitation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You must go for the strongest attacker first.</i>”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet is upon Darren before he can fire.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With refined movements her blades move in
turn to the throats of the blinded flailing assault team.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet steps from one to another with
practiced and planned movements.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each motion
causes a bloody eruption, a precursor to each death.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After taking seven lives Janet moves toward
the entryway and places her back to the wall beside the entrance to the kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next she removes her blindfold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reaching beside the door frame she takes the
sheaths and returns each blade accordingly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She then wraps them around her body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Finally she takes a semi-automatic rifle from the corpse nearest to her.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lee.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Donovan begins from the hallway before
pausing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’ve got another full team out
here, and I really want to torture not fucking kill you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You know your crude rudimentary behavior has brought us to
this point?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet responds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Donovan fires a single round into the apartment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jan empties the semiautomatics rifle’s clip
in short bursts as a response.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She fires
with slow sweeping motions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her aim
lowering as she moves back towards the window.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When the weapon clicks empty she tosses it aside and in a single motion
opens and climbs through the window.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>From the ledge she grabs a strong nylon rope and slides two stories
down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her bare feet fall upon the cold roof
of a dark blue van. She climbs through the open driver side window.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her fingers come to the waiting ignition
key.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The engine turns on and she pulls
away into the night, with all of her fears confirmed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Michelle Gothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148491999896179382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591530352515769532.post-34896550788547131802018-09-29T03:59:00.000-07:002018-09-29T03:59:15.919-07:00best way to do yoga<img alt="Image result for nude yoga male" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/88/00/d8/8800d87a3794074d2fc849308186807d--men-yoga-male-body.jpg" />Michelle Gothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148491999896179382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591530352515769532.post-9273280663182312672018-09-28T00:00:00.000-07:002018-09-27T16:58:19.564-07:00The Final Round <br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">The Regional Karate tournament had ended, and the auditorium of
the D.R. Jones Center was empty, except for the two life long competitors aware
that this was their last tournament. Each had waited until the arena was
empty to have one more private moment in the place that had meant so much in
their personal development. Hana entered from the East side of the
auditorium and Jamal from the West. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Neither had changed out of their Gis, and each carried a large
duffel bag over a shoulder. Hana laughed to herself and mumbled
"fitting", to herself before moving toward Jamal who took her
lead. The pair met in the center of the room each wearing a coy smile
upon their lips. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">"Fifty Fifty in all things until the end." Jamal
said. And Hannah nodded, understanding his reference. Each of them
began competing here at the age of six, each was the star pupil of their school,
and each now had the same number of trophies at the end of their last year
before heading to college. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">"I have to admit I'm gonna’ miss it though." Jamal
said smiling confidently. Despite their rivalry neither had allowed it to
lead to animosity. "You?" He asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">"Absolutely" Hana replied feeling a tingling of
competition rippling through her body. "You think you're up for one
more round, lay it bare between just us who wins?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Laughing Jamal answered, "Sure. And what did you have in mind
to lay it all bare between us." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">After a pause Hana answered. "Hand slap game."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">"Ok." Jamal agreed tossing his bag aside.
"And what are the stakes? What is the trophy to be won?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">A silence filled the space between them. "I'm not
sure. You have any ideas."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Hana saw a coy smile move across Jamal's face, and hoped she was
right about what he wanted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">"You said lay bare, one garment a point. The trophy is
the image of your competitor stark naked in this dark empty space." He
said gesturing toward the darkened bleachers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">It was exactly what Hana wanted. She nodded as calmly as possible
in ascent before tossing her gym bag aside as Jamal had done. They each
took a step towards each other and Jamal extended his hands towards her palms
down. "Your idea, you're up first."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Slowly Hana moved her hands beneath Jamal's lightly brushing her
fingertips against the palms of his hands, before moving with all the speed she
could manage. Her hands flew up and came down on nothing. She bit
her lip as she brought her hands back, palms facing down. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Jamal gently brought his lower lip into his mouth, and the
movement caught Hana's attention as his hands sprung upwards before coming down
against her knuckles. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">"One point." He said. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hana noticed a nervousness in his voice that she
had never heard before. She stepped back and untied her top before tossing the
shirt unceremoniously atop her bag. Jamal's eyes moved bashfully over her
body. Hana watched his eyes move from her flat torso and pausing sheepishly
and fixating on the cleavage escaping her bra. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Hana brought her hands forward again, palms facing down.
Jamal smiled nervously, the confidence she had come to associate with him
nearly gone. He forced his eyes to meet hers again, and as he brought his
hands up they moved slower than Hanna ever imagined possible before coming down
on air. Jamal shook his head in dismay, as he tried to bring his focus
away from Hana's newly exposed flesh and brought his hands out palms
down. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Her fingers touched Jamal's palms and slowly she brushed them back
and forth, and then moved them up. Hana's hands came down squarely on
Jamal's knuckles and now it was his turn to step back. He untied his
shirt and tossed it onto his bag. Hanna took the site of his muscular
chest in and the flatness of his toned stomach. In the dim light shadows accentuated
each of the toned muscles. Hana felt a wave of arousal move through her
body at once.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her nipples hardened and
pushed with need against the fabric of her bra. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Jamal stepped forward and extended his hands palm down. His eyes
moved from Hana's to the outline of her nipples lost and unprepared as Hana's
hands came up and down hard against his knuckles. A wave of excitement
moved through Hana as Jamal stepped back and loosened the waistband of his
pants and pulled them down. Hana saw his cock pressing forcefully against
his boxer briefs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hana looked away
quickly before returning her gaze and allowing Jamal to see the naked lust on
her face. 'One more round, you need to focus.' She told herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">With a renewed confidence Jamal stepped forward for what could be
the last round of their rivalry. He watched Hana pull her eyes from his
crotch before bringing her hands beneath his. She drew circles with her
fingers in his palms imaging holding him in her hands. Hana closed her
eyes and meditated on her accelerated heartbeat. When she felt it slow,
her body moved as it had been trained to do, moving with the grace and speed of
12 years of practice. Jamal was no match. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">When she opened her eyes again he had not moved. He met her
eyes and held them <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">while he reached down to pull his erection free of his boxer
briefs before pulling the last of his clothing down his body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As Jamal rose to toss his boxer briefs aside
Hana stared at his fully erect length. It bobbed with his body as he held
his arms outward. "Congratulations," He said with
sincerity in his voice. "This image is your
trophy." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Hana stepped forward reaching down and taking his length in her
hand. Jamal shivered in pleasure his head moving up and his eyes closing
as she began to stroke him. When he opened his eyes he reached forward to
steady himself, taking hold her Hana's bare shoulders. "Can I...?"
He began to ask, before she cut him off. "Yes," she answered as
she and traced his lips with her tongue. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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