The Deviant Underground (Time Bandit) Read Online Free PDF

game you have.”
    Kathryn raised her bottle. “It’s a date.” Sam slowly touched his bottle to hers. Even that small movement excited her.
    The news had come on after the game, and the anchorwoman’s report caught their attention.
    “ . . . this type of deviation has been recorded in patients as early as the 1950s. Centered primarily in the brain, the afflicted have various manifestations of the anomaly from mental illness to physical deformities. Currently, all documented ‘deviants’ are held in mental institutions or prisons for their own safety and for the safety of the general public. Recently, there has been a push by fringe groups to attempt to mainstream the afflicted within the greater society. Opponents, however, argue that those who demonstrate this particular type of brain formation actually suffer from brain damage and are dangerous if not kept under close supervision. As a reminder, if you see or know of anyone who displays abnormal physical or mental behavior and suspect that they may be a deviant, for your own safety, do not confront the individual. Instead, contact the authorities immediately. And now, a check in with the weather . . .”
    Kathryn felt sick. She took a big gulp of beer to wash away the strange taste in her mouth. She then realized that Sam was no longer looking at the tv. He was looking pointedly at her.
    “Hey. What do you think about that?”
    Kathryn set her bottle down a bit too forcefully and cleared her throat before speaking. “About what?”
    “About that report. About the ‘deviants.’”
    Kathryn tried to sound casual and nonchalant. “I don’t think much about it.”
    Sam looked at her without saying anything. For the first time that night, Kathryn felt very uncomfortable. She changed the subject. “I’m going to the bathroom before we go. Do you want to close out the check, loser?” She tried to force a lighthearted smile.
    Something dark passed over Sam’s face. But just as quickly as it was there, it was gone. “Sure.”
    Kathryn headed toward the bathroom. She felt like she had to throw up. She went into the stall, closed the door, and pressed her forehead up against it. It felt cool. The image of the tree branch flashed through her mind. The look on everyone's faces. The sound of her heart in her ears. She took several deep breaths. Slowly, the panic washed away. She used the bathroom, washed her hands, and splashed some cold water on her face. By the time she was finished, she felt much better.
    She headed back to the table. Sam looked like his jovial self again. “Ready?” he asked.
    “Yep.”
    Once in the car, Kathryn knew that she had a decision to make. They pulled up in front of her apartment complex. “Would you like to come up?”
    A slow smile crept across Sam’s face. It made Kathryn hungry for him. “Thank you. I would like that very much.”
    It was on the couch that he finally kissed her like he did the other night. It was even better than she had remembered. His tongue deftly danced over hers as he stroked the side of her face with his large, warm hand. Kathryn’s body instinctively learned towards his. Her hands slowly found the bottom of his shirt and slipped up inside of it, touching his body for the first time. Kathryn could read the contours on his torso like Braille. It was clear he had a beautifully defined six-pack—no, wait, make that an eight-pack—and a solid muscular back. Kathryn had to see more. But before she could pull up his shirt, Sam changed the direction of his skilled kisses to her neck, sending shivers down her spine and quickening her breath. His hand found the buttons on her blouse, and he began slowly unbuttoning them one by one, kissing the flesh that he exposed. Almost too much for Kathryn to handle, her hands went right into his lap, and she could feel the wonderfully hard bulge that was straining to get out. Then Kathryn did something she normally would not have done. She stopped.
    “Wait.” She pushed