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any problems wooing the ladies when he set his mind to it. So what had happened last night?
    "Mackenzie Hunter,” he said quietly, enjoying her name. She was an enigma, hot as hell in his arms in that warehouse but she'd stonewalled him last night. She'd eaten his pizza, talked to him, hell she'd even laughed at him, but when he'd asked her out, she'd gone cold.
    He turned when the mirror fogged over with steam, stepping into the hot water with a sigh of relief. His shoulder ached and his right leg twinged, reminding him of the bullet that had almost taken his life. He turned, letting the water soak into him, letting the heat relieve some of the worst of it before grabbing the soap and getting cleaned up.
    Twenty minutes later, it was a much different looking Gideon Hawkins that locked his apartment door, by passing the elevator to run the ten flights of stairs down to the lobby of his building. He passed his door man, Fred Grayson.
    "Hey, Hawk, I see you got him,” Fred called, lifting up his copy of the Press. “Great job."
    "Yeah, thanks. Press got a hold of it already,” he sighed, shaking his head. News people were the bane of his job.
    "That sassy Mackenzie Hunter got front page,” Fred grinned. He'd been drooling over Kenzie since he'd first seen her picture.
    "You know Mackenzie Hunter?” Hawk asked, slowing his step and turning back to Fred.
    "No, but oh do I wish I did.” He clutched the paper to his heart, sighing dramatically. “I saw her on this awards show once on the television. She's got the best set of tits I've ever seen."
    Hawk wondered what Fred would say if he knew that he'd been fondling those very same tits last night. “She seems pretty gutsy."
    "Too gutsy. Considering what she says in this article, she was right there when the cops broke down the doors of the warehouse. She could have gotten shot.” Fred shook his head. “Wait, that was your deal. Did you get to meet her?"
    "I gotta go, Fred,” Hawk said, turning away without giving an answer. “Talk to you later."
    "Wait a second, you did get to didn't you? Oh come on, Hawk, give me something,” Fred called as Hawk hurried down the front walk towards his car.
    Hawk just waved and kept going.
    Traffic was light this morning and he made good time getting to the office, parking his car in the underground parking lot he grabbed the elevator up to the fifth floor. He needed time to review his notes on the case in court today, and it was quiet enough to give him the chance.
    It wasn't until he reached his desk that he saw the smoke.
    * * * *
    Two blocks over, kids were getting ready to go to school, parents were hustling them into clothing and through breakfast, anxious to get to work. Television sets were blaring, babies were crying for breakfast and one man stood in a bare stairwell, a small can empty of its gasoline sitting next to him. He played with his lighter, flipping it open and closed, staring at the streamers of gas that he'd trailed up and down these stairs.
    The smell saturated his nose; it crept into his senses and made him moan as only a well known lover could do. The sounds of the building, the creak of pipes, the voices of the people, the clattering of dishes and the raucous noise of all those televisions assaulted his ears. Fire would be his vengeance. Fire would stop the voices, stop the attacks and make them sorry.
    Fire...his fire.
    The lighter opened and he flicked the round wheel, sending a spark to the wick. With glee, he watched it ignite, the smell of the lighter fluid a different kind of lover. With a tiny giggle of insanity, he set the flame to the gas on the carpeted steps of the old building and watched it flare.
    Then the dragon was loose, free to eat, to consume and render, to tear at the bowels of the building and its incessant noise. He watched it for a few short moments, his hand slowly stroking over his hard cock, wishing he could free himself and stroke to climax here, to feed the fire with his seed. But