Wasted Honor -

Carl R. ToersBijns is the author of the Wasted Honor Trilogy [Wasted Honor I,II and Gorilla Justice] and his newest book From the Womb to the Tomb, the Tony Lester Story, which is a reflection of his life and his experiences as a correctional officer and a correctional administrator retiring with the rank of deputy warden in the New Mexico and Arizona correctional systems.

Carl also wrote a book on his combat experience in the Kindle book titled - Combat Medic - Men with destiny - A red cross of Valor -

Carl is considered by many a rogue expert in the field of prison security systems since leaving the profession. Carl has been involved in the design of many pilot programs related to mental health treatment, security threat groups, suicide prevention, and maximum custody operational plans including double bunking max inmates and enhancing security for staff. He invites you to read his books so you can understand and grasp the cultural and political implications and influences of these prisons. He deals with the emotions, the stress and anxiety as well as the realities faced working inside a prison. He deals with the occupational risks while elaborating on the psychological impact of both prison worker and prisoner.

His most recent book, Gorilla Justice, is an un-edited raw fictional version of realistic prison experiences and events through the eyes of an anecdotal translation of the inmate’s plight and suffering while enduring the harsh and toxic prison environment including solitary confinement.

Carl has been interviewed by numerous news stations and newspapers in Phoenix regarding the escape from the Kingman prison and other high profile media cases related to wrongful deaths and suicides inside prisons. His insights have been solicited by the ACLU, Amnesty International, and various other legal firms representing solitary confinement cases in California and Arizona. He is currently working on the STG Step Down program at Pelican Bay and has offered his own experience insights with the Center of Constitutional Rights lawyers and interns to establish a core program at the SHU units. He has personally corresponded and written with SHU prisoners to assess the living conditions and how it impacts their long term placement inside these type of units that are similar to those in Arizona Florence Eyman special management unit where Carl was a unit deputy warden for almost two years before his promotion to Deputy Warden of Operations in Safford and Eyman.

He is a strong advocate for the mentally ill and is a board member of David's Hope Inc. a non-profit advocacy group in Phoenix and also serves as a senior advisor for Law Enforcement Officers Advocates Council in Chino, California As a subject matter expert and corrections consultant, Carl has provided interviews and spoken on national and international radio talk shows e.g. BBC CBC Lou Show & TV shows as well as the Associated Press.

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Sunday, November 1, 2015

Amazing Grace - the El Nino Legent - (caution sexually explicit material written) Part V


Amazing Grace –

The El Niño Legend

Part V

 

It was time for Carl to take Heather to the hollow and do some target practice with a Glock handgun that seemed to fit in her hand real well and didn’t feel too bulky or heavy for her to handle under an emergency. The worst fear of an apocalypse survivor is an ambush by an undead or zombie. The mere mention of such an outbreak or spell is cause enough to panic and forget what you have been trained to do when under attack.

Fitting the precision machined handgun in her hand, Carl stood closely behind her and taught her how to draw her weapon from the hip holster he had put on her waist with a belt holding it in a position that was conveniently put on the right side and easy to reach at.

The leather holster was just right as it secured the weapon tight enough to be able to run if she had to or draw it with lightning speed if she had to use it. Her adaptability to wearing a gun was obvious and was a shot in the arm for Carl that he was doing the right thing by teaching her how to shoot and defend herself.

They did at least two dozen dry fires practicing the draw and aiming the gun with the front sight only on the target he had put up between a stack of bales he had saved for just such purposes. This was his own man-made indoor firing range where he practiced if he wanted to keep his proficiency level up to the optimum required to survive.

Although he was slightly distracted by the smell of honey, he focused on teaching her the main principles of good gun control and aiming the weapon quickly lining up only the front sight instead of working to align the front and back for better accuracy.

He rationed to Heather that most of her shots, if they were indeed needed, were from ten yards or closer, making just pointing the weapon more feasible than taking the time to align the front and rear sights which could take too much time if an undead is attacking her up close.

Then he worked with her on the trigger pull teaching her to pull the trigger gently and not forcefully as the more force is used the more the gun will miss what she was pointing at. It was a matter of learning how to draw back the trigger with a gentle pull and going back straight rather than a rough yank that would cause the weapon to move and making it miss its target in some cases.

Finally, he was ready to teach her how to shoot with live rounds. He had picked up a Glock 9mm so the rounds were not as loud or the recoil would not be as bad as the heavier rounds he had in his personal armory in the secret closet.

Loading ten roads inside the fifteen round capacity magazines, he gave Heather an empty one so she could copy loading it the way Carl was showing her. One round at a time, she loaded all ten and tapped the end of the magazine to settle the rounds inside the spring loaded case.

After practicing loading and reloading a few times, it was time to shoot for reals. No more teaching, no more hesitating as Carl put up a dark figured out line on the silhouette target in the makeshift firing range that had bales as a backstop for the bullets fired.

Carl asked her if she was ready and she said, “I am as ready as I will ever be. Just give me a minute to catch my breath and then we can get it started.”

Carl waited for about thirty seconds and told her to draw the weapon out of the holster and bring it smoothly up to eye level focusing on the front sight and putting the front tab of the sight on the center of the target.

She nodded she was ready to fire and squeezed the first round off causing it to hit the bale of hay on the right side. She had yanked the trigger and twisted her wrist too much and let the gun move off the target and twist to the right. Finger out of the trigger guard she put the weapon back in the holster to practice the draw again.

Carl reassured her that if she gently pulled her trigger finger back without yanking or jerking it, she will hit the target where she was aiming. They repeated the one shot sequence all ten times until she was out of bullets.

Then Carl patiently checked the weapon to see if it was indeed cleared of any rounds inside the chamber and the magazine empty as he told her to holster it slowly. He wanted to make sure Heather knew how to inspect the weapon to make sure it was empty or unloaded before she put it back in her holster. It was an important step to make sure the gun was never assumed empty.

Together they walked up to the target and check it out for a grouping of the rounds fired. Carl counted six holes and that meant she missed the target four times. He told her she was doing well and not to be discouraged. It would take practice and they had plenty of time and bullets to practice with today.

Both were wearing ear plugs and the sound of the bullets inside the makeshift indoor firing range made a loud noise that was not soundproofed to the outside. In all reality, if someone was standing outside the bunker, they could have heard the shots fired and know that somebody was firing a gun somewhere close to where they were standing.

After shooting off about fifty rounds of 9mm bullets, Heather had a lot more confidence than she demonstrated before she started this exercise. Her demeanor was perkier and it looked like she was having fun doing it.

At the last check she fired nine out of ten inside the center mass circle and one round hit the head. Carl assumed that the head shot was accidental but he wasn’t really sure that was the case. He remembered that he told Heather the only way to kill a zombie is to shoot it in the head and kill the brain.

The next round of practice included another fifty rounds but first, they would take a break and pick up all the brass that had been strewn on the ground of the hollow making sure they picked it all up and put it all back in the plastic container they came out of. All fifty brass casing were found and retrieved. It was a good way to make sure all was done with care and caution.

Altogether, Heather fired one hundred and fifty rounds that day. What was most important was her confidence in using the gun and the ability to hit what she aimed at.

They accomplished both very well and Carl was satisfied that after a few more practice sessions, she would be an awesome shooter even for a beginner, she was better than average.

Now it was time to eat and they went to the guest bedroom to get the kid that was playing there alone but staying safe. She was startled a little when the door opened up when she saw Heather her face brought a quick smile.

 “Time to eat, baby, time to eat” Heather said.

He stood before the freezer, selecting what was going to be his meal for this occasion. His worn-out blood shot eyes moved carefully over the stacks of delicatessen meats down to the frozen vegetables, down to the breads and pastries, the fruits and ice cream. 

He picked out two slices of bologna, cheese on wheat bread and a glass of ice cold water to chase his food down with. Spreading the ketchup and mustard on the bread, he chomped on the sandwich as if he was starving.

Having taken what he wanted, he motioned to Heather and the kid to get what they wanted out of the refrigerator or freezer. It was a moment of silence as they pensively picked the items they wanted to eat.

Carl left the room and entered the relaxation room to turn the TV on. Still chomping on the first sandwich Heather and the kid followed and brought a bag of potato chips in and laid them on the table. His stomach was in knots for some reason.

He felt uneasy and was nervous; more so than ever before. Getting up he slowly moved across the floor to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall. There were no windows, no clear blue sky to look at and all that he knew existed out there was the giant granite rock he had built his bunker under.

The confinement was taking a toll. He was getting stir crazy and having Heather there only made it more complicated. He decided that he needed to step outside and get some fresh air even though the skies were still filled with thunder and lightning and raining cats and dogs just like the day before.

Walking outside the front entrance he turned towards the cliff edge of the bunker. Up above the dark black clouds were moving swiftly as the darkness was depressing. He pictured his favorite scene of being on the beach and the clear blue sky above him. Sea gulls were shrieking out loudly as they floated in the wind under their wings.

Looking down, he saw an old and twisted trunked tree that hung over the edge somewhat and ready to fall down. Its branches were once dry and rotted but this monsoon El Nino rain has revitalized the tree and causing it to bloom green leaves and moist branches.

For some reason, even with all this wind around the cavern, the branches of the gnarled and twisted tree faced upward towards the sky, the exact opposite direction it was before the rains came and the droughts were so common.

For a moment, Carl heard some background sounds break the mountain side silence and noticed a set of feminine footsteps headed his way.

Heather walked outside the door and saw Carl standing there at the edge of the cliff. She walked over to him and asked him softly if there was something wrong. “No, nothing is wrong,” said Carl. “I am sorry I walked out on you that way but I really needed some fresh air and go outside.” Shyly, Carl turned away and looked at his watch.

Suddenly, when she spoke, Carl’s attention was drawn on her presence. His eyes were first focused on her face as her clothing was getting wet and saturated, starting to reveal her sexy figure. She was wearing shorts and revealed her shapely curved buttocks as the wind pressed her clothing against her skin.

He remembered her the first time he saw her and how he thought she would win a wet tee shirt contest hands down. Well, he was thinking it again as she stood there in the rain and not even wearing a bra as her hardened nipples protruded the clothes she was wearing.

He was getting sexually excited. He couldn’t hide it so he walked away from her and told her he wanted to be alone for a while to sort things out. Heather, not willing to take that as an answer softly said to Carl, ”Look, I know this has been hard on you and I know we have invaded your privacy and space for a long time now but I really do appreciate you helping us out and taking care of us.”

His eyes were again moving to his watch as he said to her, “It’s okay, I have enjoyed your company and its no bother. I am glad we found each other that night because it is a real nightmare out there and I am not so sure you would have made it if you hadn’t have found this place by accident.”

He avoided eye contact for a reason. Her beauty was beginning to attract his passion and desires. For a moment, he noticed her friendly smile, her gentle face and soft and smooth but full lips. Her breasts, now fully revealed by the figure-hugging of her clothing, appeared full and naturally round as the nipples were standing erect from the chill of the cold outside damp and moist air.

It was damp and muggy, and the humidity made them sweat even as they were standing in the torrential rain. Carl was aware of sex and how it drove a man crazy being so close to a woman who smelled like honey. He found her presence a lot more than exciting being so close to her and not daring to touch her like he wanted to do.

His loins were burning; his penis was hard and showing as the hardness was revealed through the khaki shorts he was wearing. Under any other circumstances, Carl would have been mortified or even slightly embarrassed if Heather would have noticed the bulge in his shorts but it didn’t seem to matter to him at the moment. He was sweating inside and out and the air was hot and humid; so hot he could hardly breathe.

Suddenly, Heather bumped and pressed against me. By choice rather than a necessity, she chose to make the first move at this moment. This increased my racing pulse and brought him to an unlimited stage of excitement that he hadn’t felt or reached for years even if he was masturbating, it didn’t feel like this.

Within a moment, the rain stopped falling as they tumbled to the wet and soaked ground embraced and kissing each other passionately. Before Carl realized it, she was completely naked and on the edge to make a passionate move as Carl was trembling with passion and desire to engage in this sexual feeling.

The ground was naturally cold but to be honest, the ground didn’t matter as the senses were on fire and neither the rain nor cold ground effected their nudity and desire to have taken him to the ground and swallow him up with a lustful passion. She was having her way with him and he wasn’t fighting any of it at the moment.

Lips locked and tongue probing for a deeper carnal sensation, Carl felt he was at the edge of insanity and enduring heavenly pleasure. She squeezed his hand and pressed against him even tighter. He could feel her breasts crushing against his chest. He could feel one of her breast churning against his hand. He felt her hand reach for his cock and as she did he let out a scream of pleasure and longing for more as his soul was set on fire.

Carl’s cock was hard, so hard it was burning and it was hurting. It had been so long since who knows when but he wanted her to keep on pushing against him and light his fire. Her lips were softly nibbling on my ear as I submitted my whole body to her advances as I twisted a bit to get even closer wanting to enter her vagina and feel the hotness inside her. The encounter was so blissful, it was pure carnal desire.  

Her nipples rubbed against his muscular forearm as her hand brushed against the tip of his penis. Entangled, twisted and soaking wet, the whole thing just exploded. For a moment, his hardened cock jerked uncontrollably and jetted a copious discharge of kept in desire.

The cum went everywhere and they didn’t care. The sticky stuff covered his leg, her belly and all over her legs as well. Carl’s pent up feelings, exploding and releasing every desire to show his feelings for her, wouldn’t stop spouting as there was so much kept inside him for all those years, he finally let it all out with a woman that had absolutely and utterly unashamed seduced him in the dark and cold rain and gave him an experience of his life.

For a moment later, when the two eyes met and the moment calmed down a bit, you could have heard a pin drop. Carl stopped breathing and went into a state of shock and shame. He was hoping that Heather didn’t regret what she had done as he felt ashamed he let it happen.

He hoped Heather didn’t go ballistic or was too disappointed in his sudden reaction caused by a guilty conscious and as she giggled nervously about the way they had just made love in the pouring rain, and laying naked on a thistle of leaves and needles, she burst into tear and hugged him as she tried to sob out an apology for taking advantage of his weak moment.

Carl gently pulled her into his arms and tried to comfort her. Heather muttered some softly spoken words and as she calmed down a bit, she began to explain that whatever happened was something that was inevitable to happen because of their proximity and time spent together inside that bunker.

He kept telling her softly, “Heather, listen to me, there is nothing to be ashamed of and I could have stopped it from happening under the circumstances but I wanted to make love to you too.”

The moment he felt sure she was sort of pulled together enough to get up and go back into the bunker, he said to Heather, “What we did was natural and nothing to be ashamed of.”

Fumbling to get dressed, and reaching down to find their wet and soaked clothing, Carl came up with Heather’s panties and started to laugh. Feeling her smooth red colored silky panties, he said to her, “Strangely, they are drier than the rest of their clothing; hmm wonder how that could have happened.”

The faint and indistinct sight of her nakedness and the feel of touching her on her breasts and other gentle parts of her body almost got Carl as hard as he was before this tumble to the ground started to feel embarrassed again.

This particular moment was best to be forgotten. Carl didn’t know enough about Heather to tie on top a stronger bond than they already had. Getting dressed and putting on his wet clothes he tried to help Heather with her clothing fumbling them a couple of times as his hands were visibly shaking. As soon as they walked into the front door, they departed quickly and departed hastily into their respective bedrooms. Time for a shower and come back to face the music was one thought on Carl’s mind. He wasn’t sure what Heather was thinking.

Although the dim light of the woods was enough to conceal them from being seen by others if they were in close proximity, their screams and yells of passion could have been heard for at least a quarter mile or so.

A flashback in Carl’s mind gave him a peek of a perfectly rounded pair of breasts and a smooth buttocks stripped of all clothing would forever be ingrained inside his head. The shower cooled them both down a bit.

Standing by his bed and thinking of the carnal and lustful episode that had just happened not more than an hour ago, he laid his head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. His eyes were wandering the walls as his mind wouldn’t let go of the image of Heather laying there naked.

How could he have been so fortunate to find this wonderful, beautiful poised creature with the mature figure of a young woman; her full sized breasts high and tight showing a proud and perfectly rounded figure showing no signs of having a boob job or any other artificial or surgically implanted breasts enhancements and in fact, because they were not enlarged or enhanced they were naturally attractive and one of her most impressive features. .

There were no signs of sagging thighs and her firm buttocks revealed her athleticism as they were firm and muscular with a slight tan that was wearing thin due to the copious amount of rain and lacking sunshine. Having that kid didn’t harm her figure at all; in fact, Carl suspected it caused her to work even harder to return her figure back to the state it was in before she had the child.

Her slender ankles firm hips and curved oh so provocatively ass was a man’s delight to watch when she walked her confident gait across the room. Carl didn’t know how she kept her crimson colored lips so moist and naturally full with the tip of her small wet tongue so actively seeking internal pleasures.

Her face, her heavenly soft and lovely face, free of age lines or crow feet around her eyes as she must not have been a day over thirty years old. But what got Carl’s attention most what her confident gaunt, a haunted quality that prompted the mind to never forget seeing her walk that was uniquely contained and pleasurable to watch. Lastly, her honey smell enticed him to look into her eyes, bright expressive brown eyes but when it rained, it was her breasts that caught his eyes.

It was time to get serious about the situation they were in and how to manage it more closely as they saw no hope to ever escape this torrential rainfall that had trapped them somewhat on this man-made mountain and now dealing with a relationship that had become a little more complicated than it was once before.