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Brazilian Night

I.
Night was falling over the
Amazonas jungle. A boat overloaded with passengers and goods made his way on
the worlds biggest stream.
The only one who was in a
really good mood was B.A. Barracus. He grinned at his teammates. �This will be a
pleasant journey.�
�I can�t believe this, all
the way from Manaus to L.A. overland�, Face murmured.
�Don�t complain Faceman.
Make the best out of it and enjoy the spare time�, Hannibal suggested.
�Enjoy?� Faces voice rose.
�We�re sitting on a damn boat among stinky Amazonas traders, we�ll eat fish and
maize for the next weeks, sleep in uncomfortable hammocks and I can�t shave
without ten men watching me.�
�I wonder how you survived
Nam�, Hannibal remarked and grinned sarcastically. �This time you�re the one
with a bad attitude. I�ll go and look for a better travel companion.� With
these words Hannibal rose to his feet and started walking around the boat.
Somewhere he found Amy laying between bolts of cloth in the shadow and
observing the Brazilian passengers. Hannibal sat himself on a bolt.
�Everything alright?�
�Are you kidding Hannibal?
It is way to hot and humid, hygienic facilities are a disaster.� Amy sighed and
closed her eyes.
Hannibal allowed himself a
good eye full of Amy. She was wearing a loose skirt and a shirt that showed her
shoulders. Not for the first time Hannibal realised how beautiful Amy was. She
was strong and athletic, but also feminine. His glance followed her long legs
up to her skirt that ended well above her knees because it was rode up. Her
brown skin was covered with pearls of sweat. Amy was relaxed, her thighs where
somewhat opened and her hands rested on her flat stomach. Hannibal could make
out her nipples under the thin fabric of the shirt. She was wearing no bra.
Hannibal swallowed hard. Amy
looks so damn sexy. Is she testing me? Is she flirting? Laying there, so lascivious,
pretending not to notice that I�m watching her, he thought. Oh c�mon,
don�t be silly. Amy trusts you. She sees a friend in you, nothing more. And
geez, you�re nearly twice as old as she is. One day she�ll have a boyfriend of
her age who is as handsome as Face is. � Right, but the fact remains, that she
has no boyfriend right now and never had, since she has joined the team.
�What�s on your mind,
Hannibal?� Amy�s words interrupted the Colonels thoughts. She smiled at him.
�It�s hot today.�
�Yeah, hot and humid, that�s
what the weather is on the Amazons.�
�I�m not speaking of the
weather�, Hannibal murmured.
�Back your pardon?�
�Huh, nothing.�
Amy shifted on the bolts.
She closed her eyes again and smiled. �Would you do me favour, John?�
Hannibal sighed. When Amy
said his real name this special way he couldn�t deny her a favour. �What do you
want, kid?�
Amy�s smile grew to a big
grin. �Would you bring me a chilled beer? Man, I�m so lazy.�
Hannibal grinned inside. �If
I can satisfy you with a chilled beer, I�ll do so.�
He went away. Surely
somewhere on the boat were cool soft drinks and beer to buy for exorbitant
prizes.

II.
Hannibal returned with two
bottles of San Miguel. The moist of the hot air condensed at the cool bottles.
Hannibal opened one bottle and handed it to Amy, before he opened a bottle for
himself.
�You�re my hero, Hannibal.
Thanks� Amy sat herself upright and faced him.
�Cheers, Triple A.�
�Cheers Colonel.� Amy
grinned enigmatically. She took some gulps of beer and then pressed the cool
bottle against her chest.
�Oh this is so good�, she
moaned.
Hannibal watched her.
Watched how she laid her head back while she drank, watched how the gulps of beer
were running down her throat, watched how she pressed the bottle on her bosom
and moaned with closed eyes.
Hannibal felt arousal
growing in his stomach and going down to his loins. Most of the time he loved
Amy like a friend, probably like a father loves his daughter, however right now
his feelings towards Amy were anything else but paternal.
Amy took another sip and
again pressed the bottle on her stomach. Hannibal stared at her while she
slowly moved the bottle up that the bottleneck was between her boobs. The
fabric of her shirt spanned over her bosom and through the coolness of the
bottle her nipples became hard. The condensed water on the bottle moistened her
shirt and let her skin shine through.
Hannibal slid down on the
ground from the bolt on which he was sitting and rested with his back on the
bolt. He crossed his legs to cover up the swelling in his lap.
You should have escaped this situation as long as it was
possible. Now you can�t go without letting Amy and anybody who would look know
that you�re aroused, but staying here won�t make it any better. Mainly watching
Amy won�t make it easier. Hannibal took some
gulps of beer and closed his eyes. Keep cool, Smith. The only one that
is really turning you on here is your own dirty fantasy.
Amy moaned with a throaty
voice. �Some leisure time will do us good.�
�I�m not sure�, Hannibal
mumbled.
�How do you mean it?� she
asked.
�I think Face isn�t
enjoying all this.� Hannibal said loud.
�That�s his problem, I�m
enjoying myself. No stress, no choleric boss at the L.A. Courier, no bad air,
no traffic jams.�
Hannibal enjoyed and hated
his ambivalent feelings toward Amy at the same time. Precisely he hated things
he couldn�t control and his feelings for Amy were such a thing he couldn�t
control.

III.
How could I resist her? The first time it happened was in
Mexico, when she was still our client. She sat opposite of me in the bus, we
talked and suddenly she slipped out of her shoe and drilled her toe into my
knee, smiling at me broadly. From the beginning she refused to accept me as the
fearless sarcastic soldier. She can touch the human being John Smith. How I
feared this. How I disliked her for it, but now�. things are changing. Things
have already changed.
�What�s going on with you
Hannibal? You�re so taciturn today.�
�Just trying to survive the
heat�, he replied. Well, that�s not even a lie. He opened his eyes and
glanced at Amy. The young reporter was laying back again with relaxed slightly
open thighs.
God, she looks so inviting right now. Does she really
don�t know how she is agonizing me? Does she really don�t know which effect she
has on me? � You�re a real fool Smith. Don�t dare to betray her trust. She�s
one of the few, if not the only one whom you can open your heart. There will be
the time when you probably can speak about the dark chamber in your heart,
about the green hell of Nam, about the young men how died under your command,
about the mothers you met back in Washington.
Hannibal sighed heavily.
This was going to be a long journey indeed.
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