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sex toys and related paraphernalia.
Kirk stood up. "There's a few things I gotta do first..."
* * *
Roarke looked around the hotel lobby in dawning horror at the array of
explosives set in classic textbook formation. Anger quickly replaced his
horror as he realized who was responsible for this...this...
Roarke clenched his fists and stuck out his face.
"K-iiii-iiiiiii-irrrrrrr-rrrrrkkkkkkk!!" he shrieked. "Kiiirrkkk, I will
crush you. Destroy you. Utterly. You will RUE the day you met me on the field
of battle, Kiirrrk. Kiiirrrrk, do you hear me?! Do you hear me Kiirrrk?!"
The cry echoed through the jungles, toppling a mating pair of red-chested
thrushes, three coconuts, and a Good Humor ice cream cart and its vendor. Kirk
heard the last faded shout and gulped.
"Boy I'm gonna be in trouble now," Kirk grinned as he pressed the detonate
button.
The Island blew up in an enormous gout of flame.
* * *
"Phew," Samantha and Amy sighed in relief on either side of Kirk's rugged,
relaxed frame. One of the Island's catamaran makers was expertly flying the
Apache AH-64 they'd scavenged from the air base. The women's hands strayed
into their hero's lap as he directed the native pilot to the mainland based on
the position of Polaris and a two-year-old Farmer'
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