Language: yes, I use the “F” word

Sex: Of course there is sex, the hot and nasty kind. Depictions of consenting adults participating in same sex unions and possibly light BDSM scenarios, so if you are vanilla, be warned that this is dark chocolate, both bitter and sweet.

Violence: some and shit gets blown up too!

CHAPTER ONE: LOST & FOUND

Dr. Drelica Truman woke up to the blistering West Texas sun beating down onto her face as the flap to her pavilion went wild in the wind. She opened one eye then looked at her watch. She cursed under her breath for over sleeping, and rolled out of the cot onto her feet. She put her hat and shades on and dunked her kerchief into the ice chest before tying it around her neck. “Well, she said aloud, “Another day, another dinosaur.”

She exited her pavilion and headed to the camp HQ tent, stopping at the craft services tent for a bottle of water and an apple along the way.

She and her team were four weeks into the digging season, and this year, she was determined to bring in a significant find to the museum. She had hoped to find an intact specimen of the famed deinosuchus, a prehistoric gigantic crocodilian animal that would be similar to the modern alligator, but about eight times the size of it’s modern cousins. West Texas held many specimens in its fossil plains, and they had already found pieces from the Utah Raptor as well as the migrating Casmasaur. Dr. Truman knew that these specimens would bring in a lot of additional funding for her dig, so she expedited their retrieval to get the backers wet for more bones.

She nibbled at her apple and gazed at the vista of mountains, cacti and rock that was the barren part of west Texas, and wondered who and what had been here before her sharing in the same view. She really loved being in the field, and the excitement of discovery; it made her feel alive and close to nature. Her thoughts turned to herself and her personal life and she realized that she was lonely for another soul to share all of this with. But who could love a dino nut like her? She laughed to herself. Maybe one day I will find my own painted savage, she thought as she walked on to start her day.

She stepped inside out of the bright desert sun and adjusted her eyes. “Well Mark, what have you got for me today?” she asked her intern, Mark Stevens. “Looks like we might have found a nest of some kind, Doc—we got and image of what looks like eggs.” He said, turning the flat screen for her to view over his shoulder.

“Mmmmmm, yes, but—what kind, I wonder?” she said tracing her finger over the image on the screen. “I guess we won’t know, ‘til we start digging.”

A few hours later, Drelica was looking at a map of the region and making some notes. She had worked out a theory as to where her elusive creature might have left fossil evidence of its existence.

“Mark, I think we’re going to have to go further up the creek bed and start prelims if we’re going to expand the dig site. Maybe you and I can drive up there after lunch?” Dr. Truman said, taking a water break from the gruelling heat. The days were long and hot, and the nights were cold and lonely, but Drelica Truman loved her work. She loved getting to play dinosaur hunter, and get paid for it!

“Sure, Doc, we can leave as soon as you’re ready.” Said Mark, putting the last bit of plaster over the top of his portion of the dig. “Okay, this baby is all wrapped up.”

Drelica examined the protective cast and nodded. “You’re getting good at this, Mark” she complimented. “It’s a good thing too, cause I have a theory I am working on. We may have quite a few more dig sites to cover.”

Mark smiled. He was young and eager, a geology/palaeontology major out of Rice University, and the best kind of help: free. Interns actually paid to go on digs with the Houston museum. In fact, anyone with the cash and the time could go. Usually it was some rich Texan wanting a father/son bonding trip and there’s no deer season in summer. Drelica thanked her lucky stars, she hadn’t been saddled with green know it alls this season.

After lunch, Mark drove the Jeep Wrangler around to Drelica’s office tent and loaded up the maps, charts and water jugs. He threw a few bags of ice in the cooler and grabbed some chips and fruit from the craft service tent as well.

“Okay Doc, “ He said as he entered her office, “I got us loaded up. So I’m ready when you are.”

“Great, Mark, “ she said absently as she continued to click out an email on her laptop. She finished composing her last email and hit send. She felt a sudden urge to type out an email to Torrid Duncan, but realized she did not have her email address; she frowned. “Okay—Did you pack us a tent and over night stuff?”

“Oh I didn’t realize it was going to be an overnight, Doc; I’ll have to go back and grab my stuff. Have I got time?” He asked.

“Sure, just come back by when you’re ready. My gear is out front…throw it in the jeep for me will you?”

Mark nodded and exited the tent. Drelica sat with her chin in her hand for a long moment thinking. Well shit, I think I’ll just call her…maybe she’s back from her trip. She picked up her satellite phone and dialled Torrid’s home number. Crap…voicemail….thank God!

Torrid Duncan was never so glad to see home in her life. She stepped out of the taxi and walked up to the back steps of her flat. She dragged her luggage up and opened the door. Stepping inside, the took off her jacket and checked the messages on her answering machine, while she fell back on the bed with a lazy moan, she listened to them play back. There was nothing special, save one:
*beep* “Torrid, uh…hi, it’s Dr. Truman—I mean, Drelica. Uh..Just wanted to wish you a safe flight back and to remind you that I asked you to call me sometime. I know this is corny, but …uh…yeah…okay, Bye now!”

Torrid raised and eyebrow and the corners of her mouth curled into a smile. She lit a cigarette and thought about the good Doctor Truman. She was cute, no doubt, smart, and spirited. She was also, however, her ex’s sister. She frowned at the thought of Monica. Six weeks had been more than enough time to get her out of Torrid’s system, and she wasn’t in any hurry to revisit the land of fucked upedness. But was that fair to Drelica? After all, she had been fucked over by Monica too, and she was not her sister. Torrid liked her, she had to admit to herself, but was she ready? Would it even begin to work? If Monica had been vanilla, Drelica must be pure extract!

“Fuck it,” Torrid said, “Too much to think about now. I just want to chill out and go get my dog.” She dialled her cell and waited for Liz to answer. “I’ll think about that later.”

“Hey Liz, It’s me—I’m back.” She said. “Can I come get my big baby?” Torrid smiled, “Okay, I am on my way.”

Torrid hung up the phone and fished out the keys to her bike. She hadn’t ridden in weeks and was really looking forward to it. She’d have to put the sissy bar up for Lock Jaw and take the back streets home, but the big oaf loved riding. She thought of his drooly face and smiled.

Dr. Truman and Mark drove 30 miles up the creek bed to an isolated spot that dated back to the cretaceous period. Soil specimens revealed the right kind of layers in which to begin a wider search. They spent the remainder of the day charting, mapping and gathering samples; photographing the area and scouting out a base camp location.

“Well, this is definitely our next stop, Mark, “ Drelica said as she threw her tools into the back of the jeep. “I think we can start here in two weeks and hopefully keep this dig site rolling for a few more seasons if it’s as fossil rich as I suspect.”

“Awesome!” Mark said in agreement as he munched on his cheetos.

“It’s getting dark, Let’s make camp and get some food cooking, eh?” She prodded.

“Sure Doc, sure!” he said, as he got up from his squat and began to unload the over night gear.

A half hour later they had erected a cosy camp with a pop up canopy and two dome tents. Drelica crawled into hers and spread out her bedroll, and shoved her duffle into the corner. Corner, she thought, it’s a round tent, how can it have a corner? Then she scolded herself, good lord, Drelica, you need to get laid! She chuckled.

Mark heated the usual camping cuisine, beans and biscuits and put on a pot of coffee while Drelica groomed the dirt of the day off of herself the best she could without the solar shower. She sponged bathed on the far side of the jeep and put on a clean pair of cargo shorts, sandals and a tank top. She kept her hair braided and crowned her head with her campaign hat. She was beginning to look like a desert dweller, having soaked up so much sun the past few weeks, her skin was turning a nice copper and she was losing the redness of her initial burns. The tan lines on her face revealed her constant squinting in the bright sun, but somehow made her honeyed eyes even more striking.

After dinner, the pair sat chatting over coffee, and stargazing. The moon was nearly full and it shone a bright light on everything casting shadows across the landscape. Drelica felt suddenly tired and said good night to Mark, as she retired to her bedroll.

Inside her tent she snuggled into the fluff of her sleeping bag and let out a long sigh.

It felt good to be here, but she was still lonely. She wished she had someone to cuddle with; to feel warm arms around her. Strong arms…her mind wandered, and so did her hands.  She absently fondled her own breasts with one hand, and softly slid the other downward between her thighs.  The strong arms that held her in her fantasy became clear and were ... painted.  Torrid!

Why Torrid? She wondered. What is it about her? She’s tall, dark, dangerous, strong and very primal looking sure, but…why can’t I get her out of my head? I mean she is my sister's ex-girlfriend! Her hands stilled but only for a few seconds as these rational thoughts raced through her mind.

She was lost in thoughts of Torrid, and instinctively she cupped her mound. Feeling the wetness slipping out of her, Drelica was amazed that just thinking about Torrid would do this to her.  All doubts fled her mind.  She imagined a hot wet mouth on hers, hands all over her, softly caressing her, gripping her, taking her, fucking her; all belonging to Torrid.  A soft moan escaped her as she entered herself with two fingers.  My God!!

Drelica bit her lip as she thrust her hips up and slid deeper inside herself, lost in her fantasy of her painted savage. She climaxed with Torrid’s name on her lips, and faded off to sleep.

In her loft, Torrid lay in bed listening to her mp3 player, relaxing. Lock Jaw as asleep in his basket near the bed, and the sounds of the neighbourhood filtered in through the open window. It was good to be in her own bed. It was not good to be in her bed alone.

She remembered Drelica’s call earlier. She thought about the good Doctor. She smiled thinking of Drelica’s vocation as a bone hunter. What was it about her? She had thought about Drelica many times while she was away at the trade show, and she considered actually calling her when she got back. The Doctor had beaten her to it and left a message for Torrid. Torrid chuckled as she replayed the message in her mind, She was nervous. That’s cute, she thought.

Torrid turned off her light and laid back thinking of Drelica. She let her imagination take her places little girls shouldn’t go. She wondered if Drelica had a sweet mouth, wondered what she sounded like when she came, if she liked having her ass spanked while she was being fucked….mmmmmmmmmmmmm, well Drelica, tonight you do. Torrid thought to herself as her hand moved down her body to her wet center. She felt her own wetness and smiled. It had been a long time since just thinking of a woman made Torrid wet. Torrid licked her lips as her thoughts took her away, she kept one hand on her breast, teasing her hard nipple while the other hand worked overtime on her clit. She imagined fucking Drelica in every way possible; from behind, female superior, pressed against the wall, on top of her desk, on the nearest floor! She bit her lip thinking of Drelica’s soft warm mouth between her legs devouring her wetness, and she let out a moan as she came hard.

“Holy fuck!” she said, breathless, “That was hot!”

Torrid relaxed into the afterglow fading off to sleep with thoughts of Drelica Truman dancing in her head.