Morrison

Loyal, devoted Morrison: greasing the slippery slope.

“Morrison, on the tape, intrigues me. Circling, his own eyes drawn repeatedly to the muscle curves of Aksoy’s body as it shimmers beneath the embroidered olive linen of the robe. We do not have the advantage of the Metropolo’s scanning technology here. But I can look where he looks, and work it out for myself. He cannot take his eyes off of Aksoy. And once aroused, the idea once in his head, he cannot take his eyes from Senator Reid either. His function as a bodyguard is shot by the ideas we have planted in his mind. And so they walk out into the summer evening. For all of them, it is a night of fire. But for one of them, the night will end in ice.”