Sarah suddenly pulled away from Jack, as if he were fire and had just burned her. Jack looked into Sarah’s face, trying to read her thoughts.
“Jack,” she started, “I am so confused.”
A few minutes of silence passed as they both searched for the words to continue. It was Jack to speak first. “It’s OK Sarah, I mean I totally understand,” he told her. Jack’s voice was very even and smooth, showing his control over the situation.
“You’re… the bad guy,” Sarah said hesitantly.
Jack looked coolly into Sarah’s eyes and responded, “am I really?” Before She had a chance to speak, he answered the question for her. “What is good and what is not? I think you wouldn’t be sitting here on this couch with me if you honestly thought I was the bad guy.”
Sarah was not very sure about Jack, but nodded her head in agreement. She must have failed, because Jack saw right through her fake nod. “I can see you don’t believe me. Let me ask you one question. The CIA told you that they were the ‘good guys’, but what have they done for you?” Jack questioned.
Sarah thought about it for a minute and said, “when the Passini Family went down, the CIA gave me a lot of money, a nice car and a new place to live in California.”
Jack started to laugh, Sarah felt put off at first, then she listened to him explain.
“They didn’t give you any of those things! The Twenty-five thousand dollars, the little corvette convertible and the apartment in Cali was all my doing.”
“I don’t understand,” Sarah said.
“Turner wanted to stick you in witness protection and tell you because of the situation, the CIA couldn’t give you anything. When you asked why, he would have explained that receiving a chunk of money or a car would leave a paper trail and you wouldn’t be safe,” Jack laughed again, “and you should have see the shit-hole he was going to stick you in.”
“You did all that for me?” Sarah questioned.
“All of it. Every penny came out of my pocket to pay for those things. I really cared about you Sarah and I didn’t want to see the CIA fuck you the way they did me,” Jack told her.
Sarah was about to ask what the Agency had done to Jack, but listening to him speak brought back a lot of vivid and overwhelming memories. Butterflies began to fly around in her tummy as visions of passionate sexual intercourse circled in her head. “I don’t think you’re a bad guy, you wouldn’t have done all that for me if you were,” Sarah responded before she moved back in to kiss him. Their lips met and quickly they were embraced in each other’s arms. Sarah shivered when Jack slipped his right hand down the side of her body to her thigh. “This is a very pretty dress. I wonder what it would look like on that chair,” he said slyly looking in the direction of a wooden chair against the wall.
Sarah giggled girlishly, “oh Jack, I’ve waited so long for this. Let’s not waste anymore time.”
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