The Proverbial War

I was tired, but I was on edge to, which helped hold back the weariness that I felt. We'd entered a thickly overgrown patch of jungle and the dense shade had grown oppressively dark. Soon we would be stopping. Stopping meant…….

I glanced ahead at Colt's broad back and felt a shiver course throughout me.

Nervous anxiety threatened to overwhelm me. I couldn't! I wouldn't!

I had to find a way to escape. I'd be better off on my own then trapped as this man's sensual playmate. He may think I was his Eve, but I wasn't!

Now the question was how did one give a former Marine Sergeant the slip?

About the only thing that came to mind was hitting him over the head with a stick. However tempting that option was I disregarded it.

For starters I doubted I'd get close enough undetected to pull it off. Secondly I'd have to really hit him hard and doing so might kill him. I wasn't a murderer.

All my self-reasoning left me back at square one as to what to do. Whatever it was I'd have to do it quick, as I doubted that he was going on much farther today before making camp.

Something bumped into my shoulder and idly I saw it was a branch heavy laden with fruit. Uneaten fruit.

It all came back to me then. I knew what this fruit was and better yet what it was capable of.

"Hey keep up there. We'll be camping soon."

My response came quickly and I only hoped that he didn't think it was too quick, "I just thought we could augment our supplies with some of this fruit. I was going to pick some of them if it's all right with you?"

I saw him squint in concentration at the fruit hanging by my head.

"You know what kind of fruit that is?" He asked uncertainly.

"Yeah I used to eat it all the time growing up." The lying words came easily, but I was so going to hell!

He shrugged, "Pick it then. Good thinking Kim."

He waited patiently while I picked several of the more ripe pieces of fruit. It was my greatest acting performance to date, pulling off my plan under his watchful gaze. I wasn't yet sure if he was clueless about the fruit or if he knew what the fruit was and was just playing along to see how far I'd go.

I hurried up to where he was standing and it wasn't much longer before we stopped and made camp. Now all I had to do was to get him to try the fruit without doing so myself.