A soldier girl in combat outfits; a pair of army green pants on her legs tied tightly with a wide belt around her waist, an army green vest on her upper body, her black army boots stomped the thick wood grounds.
A bunch of firewood hanged under her left hand while she strongly gripped a real size deer she had killed, firmly up on her shoulders with the right hand. Peacefully, Ishtar had already settled in the woods like it was home sweet home.
After all, the concussion left her with amnesia, and she couldn't remember anything about her past life.
On top of her voice:
"Mr Beard am home!"
Tiredly, right infront of the green hill like house, Ishtar dropped down the firewood and the unlived deer she was from hurting.
"Bang!"
The sudden heavy impact awoke a sleeping German shepherd which was resting under the shade of its cage, a wide margin from the house.
After dropping her hunt off, she looked over. Under the nearby tall trees which were right opposite the shelter stood a wide tree stem which was used as a tank in which Mr Beard collected his water for domestic use. Into the stem delve, Ishtar fished a mug full of water. She lifted it to her mouth and poured down her throat in only five swallows to quench her thirst, then dropped it back into the tree stem, desiring no more.
She sighed with relief:
"What a hot day this is!"
As soon as she was done with cooling her body system, Ishtar sat tiredly on the ground, under the tree shadow and dosed off.
"Hey, daughter."
Leaning her back on the tree, with hands on her lap, at that particular juncture, Mr Beard showed up from behind the tree on which she was leaning.
Startled out of sleep by Mr Beard's sudden deep voice, Ishtar got up on her feet real quick.
"Dad!"
So pleased to see the sized hunted deer over there, he wore an impressive smile, took gentle footsteps with his hands wrapped behind his back upto where the hunted deer was.
"Right on time uh! You adapt so quickly..."
Keeping a warm gaze at the point where the bullet hit its flesh, he scratched his big gray beard and added:
"Am so impressed!"
After satisfying his eyes with her great hunt, Mr Beard turned away, walking towards his bushlike house door. And before he took that foot inside, he made an easy turn to Ishtar with a steady gaze.
"Get ready. You have a flight to catch to night. Our target is in Paris two days to come."
Ishtar who was coming after him, heard the assignment clearly understood.
It wasn't further when midnight clocked in. A big air bird in the skies so high sliced the thin layers of the clouds. A calm and silent flight, inside, the passengers relax comfortably in their respective classes. And here in the first class, too reserved, leaning her head back on the headrest with eyes closed, Ishtar was.
Suddenly her eyelids fluttered open, awaking with a jolt from the warmth of her dream. In a dream, she had been walking through a field vibrant with the scent of white and red rose flowers filling the air, as a fine dude dressed in an upper arm tight blue t-shirt awaits with a handsome smile down on a mat, where she happens to sit comfortably and relaxes her head on the dude's shoulder. Immediately she is carressed with a smooth massage on her upper arm.
It happened to be a sweet one.
But, the soft whispers of such a sweet dream faded into the lonely, quiet reality of her sit in the jet. Her heart pounded, and for a time being, she leaned still, trying to hold onto the lingering thread of a beautiful illusion she had just lost.
Ishtar stood up to respond to an urgent need to use the airplane's lavatory for a short call.
And as she grabbed the lady's washroom's door handle open, right opposite, from the gents, walked out a fine dude with a pair of spectacles on his eyes. To Ishtar's surprise, he was the exact dude that just happened in her dream. She posed and stared before pushing the door open.
The fine dude noticed a beautiful young lady's captivating stare.
"Hey!"
Ishtar beamed and responded quickly:
"The light blue make of your spectacles shapes your face beyond handsome."
But the guy gave a teasing response in reply to her complement instead.
"Such a weird hobby you've got right there _ complementing every guy you come across!"
On a sharp performing brain however, Ishtar maintained her confidence at his watch. She played a nasty slip, setting herself up for a fall down on the floor with an expectation that he was going to panick and step foward for her rescue.
"Ouch!"
As she uttered a sudden cry in the midst of falling, the dude stepped in so fast and pulled her into his chest, hence falling for her trap.
Mentally she smiled:
"It just worked."
Heart panicking, she chuckled at the memory of what she had just done as she rested her head in his chest. They gazed in eachother's eyes with intimacy, which diffused Ishtar's beauty throughout his mind, hence activating the energy between the dude's legs.
Ishtar felt a sudden poke on her lower body.
"Wait!"
Intrigued, she moved her hand slowly, down on his Jean fly to check what's going on. In a knockout sigh she added:
"Forgive me. I just messed you up."
"It's alright."
Giving him no room to think, she asked:
"Would you like to hunt?"
After all, a spear is always ready when in possession by a skilled hunter.
And since Ishtar had no past sexual memory, her body kept over reacting, demanding her a sexual healing. She had missed intimacy for quite a while now. And every time she laid her head down and slept, sexual dreams left her in a dilemma, with question marks around her face.
She was not letting this chance slip away. Slowly she drew her lips closer to his and got a little taste at first, to make the dude desire her. Hence increasing her chances to mate.
"I bought these pair of spectacles with nonprescription lenses simply to look more handsome."
"Are you sure you want us to talk about spectacles at this moment?"
Next thing Jake knew, he was captured under two tight locks; one, the unavoidable lock in between Ishtar's thighs where he was stuck, making rounds while Ishtar screamed. And two, he was locked inside the lady's lavatory, kept away from outside disturbance.
As sweat dripped all over Jake's face in the midst of screams and shouts:
"I'm Jake."
"I'm Ishtar."
Uncontrollable sobs which resulted from the rapid pleasurable tensions inside the female lavatory on an airplane went on for a while.
Suddenly, in the midst of reaching the climax, flash images began to play within her mind like visions. With her eyes closed in extreme pleasure, the images involved herself with another man in bed making love, then she saw herself in the hospital pushing in tears to give birth, and a baby crying afterwards, then her stomach is bleeding in the course.
All these appeared to her abruptly and very complicated.
Immidiately she reached the climax, she became so silent with a distaste gaze.
Jake noticed:
"Hope you enjoy the moment? Um, I actually did.... Ishtar, are you alright?"
But the more he spoke, the more his presence was ignored.
As soon as he put his pair of jeans back on and tightened his belt well, Ishtar commanded:
"Get out!"
He gave a humble gaze:
"Seriously!"
But Ishtar's distaste gaze was just enough to chase him out before she got her nails out to mercilessly claw his face in bruises.
With his spectacles on, dissatisfied, Jake turned around slowly and found his way to the door. As he opened to leave her alone, at the back of his mind:
"You didn't give me a chance to know you, Ishtar!"
He left a confounded gaze behind, feeling shallow and disrespected.