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- Herausgeber: Bentockiz
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
He didn’t really mind walking, despite the cold and snow. After being very sleepy halfway through his shift, he was wide awake now and felt the need to let some of his anger and despair diffuse into the night and the storm. The work at the freight terminal was physically strenuous but not unreasonably so; he’d done many tasks on the farm that were more demanding and exhausting.
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Title Page
Seductive Version
Unjustified Changes
Angel Rupert
Seductive Version / 3rd of series: Unjustified Changes / By Angel Rupert
Published 2023 by Bentockiz
e-book Imprint: Uniochlors
e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden
e-book ISBN: 9789198847024
e-book editing: Athens, Greece
Cover Images created via AI art generators
Table of Contents
Title Page
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Introduction
Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.
It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.
This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.
This may be the start of something amazing.
Chapter One
Zach thought about that and knew she was right. “Let’s have a baby.” It was the kind of idea that came to a person at a moment like this. Actually, it was a desire that Zach’d had for quite some time, but had never admitted—not to Allison or anyone else or even to himself. Yet it seemed a solution to his need for a purpose and his need to be needed. It seemed a perfect answer, and an easy one. They were, after all, halfway started already.
“I’m eighteen, Zach. I’m not ready to have a child.”
“Why not?”
“I’m just starting my life. Children come later.”
“I already know my life, and I need something to make it whole.”
“A child can’t make you whole.”
“No, but it can be a purpose that will make me whole.”
“Find your purpose in something other than people.”
“People—more accurately, an individual—are the only purpose worth having.”
“Maybe not for the one so designated.”
Zach heard this rejection in the full breadth of its implications. He also heard it in its simple and compelling fairness. No one should be forced to be another’s purpose. No one should be forced to be another’s home. These were basic rights, the kind of rights one thought about and saw clearly and accepted at moments like this, accepted fully and without debate. And for the first time Zach realized just how lost he was.
Beneath him Allison took matters into her own hands—or, rather, her own body—by sliding her butt toward his groin. In a physiological affirmation of his age and libido and full trust in his partner, Zach’s penis had remained tumescent throughout their verbal exchange. It slid easily into her vagina. Released by her simple gesture, their bodies blended into their old best self that was their present and still best self, a merger that culminated in one more chance at procreation, whatever that prospect might mean to their joint or separate futures, a chance thrown forth into the recesses of her body with Zach still far above her on his locked arms.
Matt left a note in Allison’s cubby in the employee locker room asking her to meet him at the high-speed elevators at 5:10.
The maintenance guys would occasionally invite the data jockeys to ride with them to an empty upper floor for a spectacular overlook of the city. These private viewings were one of the few perks of being a lowly maintenance guy, and they doled them out judiciously in return for favors or status. That Matt was asking her probably meant that he had something planned with Mary and Ian and maybe some of the other file clerks.
But when she asked Ian about it late in the afternoon as she passed him in the mailroom, he said he knew nothing about it.
She shrugged and said, “Guess he and Mary are planning a surprise.”
“Mary left early, to go to the dentist.”
Allison looked puzzled. “Wonder what he wants?”
Ian looked down at her like the big brother he seemed to want to be. “Good question.”
Allison looked back at him in annoyance, wishing his protectiveness were jealousy or at least a hint of rivalry. “I’m sure he just wants to show me something.”
“My thought exactly,” Ian said.
She punched him in the shoulder like the big brother he wanted to be. “I can take care of myself.”
He winced and rubbed his shoulder. “I can see that.”
She left in a huff.
At precisely 5:10 she was waiting alone in the cramped and unadorned elevator entrance on the sub-basement level. On this level the elevators were key-access only, so there were no buttons to push or digital floor-level indicators. She waited for five minutes that seemed like an eternity in this lonely concrete cubicle lit only by the glow of emergency lights and pervaded with the dull hum of all the equipment housed in the rooms around her, lighting and heating and guarding the sixty-two floors above her. The thought of all those floors, their sheer mass and oppressive weight, sent a shiver over her body. She turned toward the door to the stairs.
Behind her the metal doors to the high-speed elevator opened. Matt stepped out, used his key to lock the doors open, and said, “Don’t I get at least five minutes’ grace period?”
She let go of the handle of the stairwell’s fire door and faced him. “You got six. If it had been five, I’d have been gone.” She tried to look perturbed but couldn’t. He had the cutest dimples when he smiled, and a schoolboy’s curly brown hair. There was no way she could remain angry with that face.
“I’ll count myself lucky then. Ready for a zoom to the top?”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“A surprise I’ll like?”
“I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t think so.”
She hesitated just a moment then stepped past him into the mahogany paneled elevator.
Matt unlocked the doors and stepped in beside her. He inserted the same key into a lock at the top of the control panel, above the button labeled Observation Deck. Before turning the key, he pulled a pack of gum from his pocket and offered her a stick.
