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Glen stared at the last obstacle on the course: it was about 30 yards of shin-deep mud, and then the finish line. Cold beer and cheering runners waited. However, the last obstacle had one nasty feature: about mid-way through, a beam draped with live electrode wires straddled the obstacle. The only way past was to crawl under the surface of the water, or run right through them. Going around was allowed, but all of his office mates were watching and cheering, and he didn’t want to be that guy, and have to deal with the ribbing afterwards.

He grit his teeth. Glen hated live electricity. When he was in the Army, Glen had many run-ins with electric shock, from near misses with lightning strikes, to a bad jolt from a poorly grounded TACFIRE Computer shelter. There was even an unpleasant experience during his Prop-Blast in the 82nd Airborne Division. His last Prop-Blast obstacle was to stand in a mock paratroop door and sound off with his name, rank, and social security number. While he stood in the door, other junior officers, wearing rubber gloves, held his hands to the frame of the door, on exposed metal panels connected to a TA-312 field phone by copper wire. As he tried to recite his name, fellow officers, who had previously been inducted, cranked the power ringer on the phone, sending a jarring bolt of voltage up his arms. All this was done for the amusement of all the regiment’s officers. The memory of the resulting painful seizures, and a little humiliation, caused him to shudder.

Sophia looked at Glen, and could sense that he was hesitant about this last obstacle. They had stayed together after the overhead ladder, and helped each other successfully through a few tough obstacles, including the curved wall. He seemed strong, confident, and determined to succeed. He was also gentle with her, and often asked her opinion on tackling an obstacle. She appreciated that. Glen wouldn’t let either of them fail, and it seemed to be a matter of pride to him. Still, they chatted easily and cracked jokes. Glen’s friendly, down-to-Earth demeanor made the run much more enjoyable. She felt very at ease with him.

Sophia learned a lot about Glen, too: about his time in the service, and how he went to college to become a graphic designer, and that he now has his own design firm. Sophia, under her Zoe cover, kept it simple about herself: an iterant drifter finding her bliss in the mountains selling stuff by day to tourists and bikers, and working out at the gym at night. She made it a point to deflect any other inquiries, though.

At this last obstacle, though, Glen’s confidence seemed shaken. She guessed it might be something in his background, but didn’t want to pry. Instead, she gently took his hand and looked at him. “Not a fan of the shocks?” He shook his head: No. “Well, I’m not either!” She said soothingly. “It’s not bad, though, just a few quick zaps and you are through! Do you see those two women over there?” Glen looked across to see two fit and beautiful women, one blonde and the other raven haired, waving and cheering. “Those are my team-mates. They went through with me on the first run! We can do it…we’ll go through together!”

Glen looked down her sweaty, mud streaked face. She gave him a sweet but impish smile, twisted to one side, one that said, “You know we can do this, mister!”   Despite the grime, she looked absolutely lovely to him.

“OK, we’ll go together, Zoe. But, I hear there is a monster wire: one that can knock you out! What should we do?” Glen asked, nervously.

Sophia felt suddenly empowered: here was this big former soldier, facing an obvious fear, and he looked to her for guidance. Everyone heard of the “god” wire, but this seemed to bother him more. She felt…honored to be asked to help an old soldier. She thought for a second: her experience told her that timid or cautious people need confident leaders. “Alright, here’s what seems to work: We go through side by side, holding hands. When we get to the wires, we go as fast as we can. When we hit the wires, keep holding hands high to help disperse the charge, and so whoever gets hit the harder can be helped by the other. Use your free arm to protect your head. Ready?”

Glen felt reassured, but halted them both for another group of runners to pass. As they watched, four shirtless young men went happily into the muddy water, only to be stopped cold at the wires. They all twitched and spun crazily, yelping and swatting at the merciless shocks. Finally they passed, and staggered to the end of the pit. A few course workers and some of the other runners helped the four out of the mud to loud cheers and cups of cold beer. The four cheered and toasted each other before taking big drinks and dumping the rest on each other. Glen smiled in both amusement and a bit of jealousy.

“No matter! Aint’ but a thang!” Glen uttered in a fake Southern drawl. That caught Sophia’s attention. “No matter” was her favorite phrase. “Let do this!” She said, and let out a war whoop, as they both jumped into the water. They slogged up to the wires, and gripping each other’s hands, they began to run. Glen got his arm up over his head as they hit the wires. One wire tapped him on the side. The jolt and pain caused him to flinch to the side, and lower the arm he was protecting his face with. This exposed the top of his head to another wire. Glen briefly felt a searing pain, along with a blinding light…

Sophia yelped as a wire caught her on the shoulder. “Son of a bitch!!!” she hollered. Then she felt an awful numbing shock through the left gloved hand by which she held Glen’s.   Glen’s grip suddenly relaxed. Sophia looked up quickly to see Glen begin to fall forward, his eyes rolled back, as a wire snaked across his forehead.

“NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!!!” Sophia hollered, immediately realizing Glen had hit the god wire. Sophia tried to get his arm around his shoulder before he completely collapsed, ignoring the pain of another shock. It was too late: Glen was way too big and heavy, and he slumped awkwardly into the water, dragging her down! Sophia held his hand though, and got under his shoulder enough to keep his head out of the water. By then, shouts of alarm had been raised, as a course worker shut off the power, and another jumped in to help Sophia.

Fighting the mud, Sophia grunted, and managed to push up Glen by his arm a bit. She grabbed his shirt and squatted down in the mud, so that she was able to get more leverage for her powerful legs under his motionless body.   As soon as the course worker arrived, they put Glen’s arms over their shoulders, and slogged to the nearest side. Another course worker helped pull him out, and they all laid him down on his back. Sophia immediately went to lifesaver mode as she had done so many times in the past; and, like so many times before, she suppressed the emotion and terror of seeing her comrade in a life-threatening trauma.

“GO GET HELP!!!” She hollered at one worker, who immediately turned to run for the aid tent. Sophia began to asses the situation, as the other course worker joined in.

“He’s got a weak pulse!” She announced, pressing two fingers on her right hand on his carotid artery.   She put her cheek next to his mouth and observed his chest. No rise or breath. “He’s not breathing! Starting rescue breaths!” She said flatly to another worker that arrived. “You…keep checking his pulse!” She turned Glen’s head to the side, and swept his mouth for debris. She found none, and was glad she kept him out of the water. Sophia carefully tilted his head back, took a deep breath, pinched his nose, and sealed her lips over his. She blew one breath after another into his large lungs. She was surprised by how much air this big man needed.

Glen came out of the darkness in a daze. All he could remember was the blinding light and pain, and now he was kissing someone. All he felt now were warm, heavy breaths, and the softest lips. The breath tasted of…watermelon sports drink? The lips were divine, and he began to kiss back. The heavy breathing stopped, only to be replaced by kissing back. He languished in the kiss for a moment, and curled his hand around the head of the person kissing him. He felt the warm hair, and lowered his hand down the strong smooth back. The kissing did not stop, and only seemed to be more intense, and stronger. He then felt a warm drop on his cheek…a tear?

Sophia had kept breathing until she felt a stirring, and a bit of breath. She felt so relieved! After all that had transpired in her life, she didn't think she could handle any more personal tragedy. Glen seemed like a great guy. Overcome by fatigue, joy, grief, and all her other bottled-up emotions, Sophia lingered over Glen's lips, and turned the rescue breath into a long, deep kiss. She let it all come out in the embrace, and as Glen began to kiss back, she was happy to lose herself in the oneness, and kiss with an erotic fury she hadn't felt in a long time. Tears welled up in her eyes, of joy and pain, and she let these fall, too.

Glen slowly opened his eyes, to see he was kissing Zoe! She slowly let up and looked at him. Glen saw more tears forming, and a big smile. “Way to go, jerk!” she said softly. “You’re the only one that got me to cry today!”   A cheer went up from those who watched. Glen softly wiped the tears from her cheeks, and looked into her big brown eyes! He noticed that one eye was a bit darker than the other: the one with the scars. He didn’t care! He was delighted to now have this surprising gift of joy and life.

“God wire, Zoe?” he asked groggily. “Seems so” Sophia replied, sniffing through some more tears. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” Glen said, wiping away the tears again. "No, it's OK! I'm really glad you are well!"   Then he clenched her head again, and brought her in for another kiss. She easily yielded, and their lips parted to deeply savor each other’s tongues. By then, Sophia’s friends had arrived. The blonde hollered: “Get a room already!” The other woman looked on suspiciously. Sophia finally sat back, smiling, and Glen looked at the beautiful women in front of him. “Wow! Are you sure I haven’t died and gone to Heaven?” He asked.

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Glen stared at the last obstacle on the course: it was about 30 yards of shin-deep mud, and then the finish line. Cold beer and cheering runners waited. However, the last obstacle had one nasty feature: about mid-way through, a beam draped with live electrode wires straddled the obstacle. The only way past was to crawl under the surface of the water, or run right through them. Going around was allowed, but all of his office mates were watching and cheering, and he didn’t want to be that guy, and have to deal with the ribbing afterwards.

He grit his teeth. Glen hated live electricity. When he was in the Army, Glen had many run-ins with electric shock, from near misses with lightning strikes, to a bad jolt from a poorly grounded TACFIRE Computer shelter. There was even an unpleasant experience during his Prop-Blast in the 82nd Airborne Division. His last Prop-Blast obstacle was to stand in a mock paratroop door and sound off with his name, rank, and social security number. While he stood in the door, other junior officers, wearing rubber gloves, held his hands to the frame of the door, on exposed metal panels connected to a TA-312 field phone by copper wire. As he tried to recite his name, fellow officers, who had previously been inducted, cranked the power ringer on the phone, sending a jarring bolt of voltage up his arms. All this was done for the amusement of all the regiment’s officers. The memory of the resulting painful seizures, and a little humiliation, caused him to shudder.

Sophia looked at Glen, and could sense that he was hesitant about this last obstacle. They had stayed together after the overhead ladder, and helped each other successfully through a few tough obstacles, including the curved wall. He seemed strong, confident, and determined to succeed. He was also gentle with her, and often asked her opinion on tackling an obstacle. She appreciated that. Glen wouldn’t let either of them fail, and it seemed to be a matter of pride to him. Still, they chatted easily and cracked jokes. Glen’s friendly, down-to-Earth demeanor made the run much more enjoyable. She felt very at ease with him.

Sophia learned a lot about Glen, too: about his time in the service, and how he went to college to become a graphic designer, and that he now has his own design firm. Sophia, under her Zoe cover, kept it simple about herself: an iterant drifter finding her bliss in the mountains selling stuff by day to tourists and bikers, and working out at the gym at night. She made it a point to deflect any other inquiries, though.

At this last obstacle, though, Glen’s confidence seemed shaken. She guessed it might be something in his background, but didn’t want to pry. Instead, she gently took his hand and looked at him. “Not a fan of the shocks?” He shook his head: No. “Well, I’m not either!” She said soothingly. “It’s not bad, though, just a few quick zaps and you are through! Do you see those two women over there?” Glen looked across to see two fit and beautiful women, one blonde and the other raven haired, waving and cheering. “Those are my team-mates. They went through with me on the first run! We can do it…we’ll go through together!”

Glen looked down her sweaty, mud streaked face. She gave him a sweet but impish smile, twisted to one side, one that said, “You know we can do this, mister!”   Despite the grime, she looked absolutely lovely to him.

“OK, we’ll go together, Zoe. But, I hear there is a monster wire: one that can knock you out! What should we do?” Glen asked, nervously.

Sophia felt suddenly empowered: here was this big former soldier, facing an obvious fear, and he looked to her for guidance. Everyone heard of the “god” wire, but this seemed to bother him more. She felt…honored to be asked to help an old soldier. She thought for a second: her experience told her that timid or cautious people need confident leaders. “Alright, here’s what seems to work: We go through side by side, holding hands. When we get to the wires, we go as fast as we can. When we hit the wires, keep holding hands high to help disperse the charge, and so whoever gets hit the harder can be helped by the other. Use your free arm to protect your head. Ready?”

Glen felt reassured, but halted them both for another group of runners to pass. As they watched, four shirtless young men went happily into the muddy water, only to be stopped cold at the wires. They all twitched and spun crazily, yelping and swatting at the merciless shocks. Finally they passed, and staggered to the end of the pit. A few course workers and some of the other runners helped the four out of the mud to loud cheers and cups of cold beer. The four cheered and toasted each other before taking big drinks and dumping the rest on each other. Glen smiled in both amusement and a bit of jealousy.

“No matter! Aint’ but a thang!” Glen uttered in a fake Southern drawl. That caught Sophia’s attention. “No matter” was her favorite phrase. “Let do this!” She said, and let out a war whoop, as they both jumped into the water. They slogged up to the wires, and gripping each other’s hands, they began to run. Glen got his arm up over his head as they hit the wires. One wire tapped him on the side. The jolt and pain caused him to flinch to the side, and lower the arm he was protecting his face with. This exposed the top of his head to another wire. Glen briefly felt a searing pain, along with a blinding light…

Sophia yelped as a wire caught her on the shoulder. “Son of a bitch!!!” she hollered. Then she felt an awful numbing shock through the left gloved hand by which she held Glen’s.   Glen’s grip suddenly relaxed. Sophia looked up quickly to see Glen begin to fall forward, his eyes rolled back, as a wire snaked across his forehead.

“NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!!!” Sophia hollered, immediately realizing Glen had hit the god wire. Sophia tried to get his arm around his shoulder before he completely collapsed, ignoring the pain of another shock. It was too late: Glen was way too big and heavy, and he slumped awkwardly into the water, dragging her down! Sophia held his hand though, and got under his shoulder enough to keep his head out of the water. By then, shouts of alarm had been raised, as a course worker shut off the power, and another jumped in to help Sophia.

Fighting the mud, Sophia grunted, and managed to push up Glen by his arm a bit. She grabbed his shirt and squatted down in the mud, so that she was able to get more leverage for her powerful legs under his motionless body.   As soon as the course worker arrived, they put Glen’s arms over their shoulders, and slogged to the nearest side. Another course worker helped pull him out, and they all laid him down on his back. Sophia immediately went to lifesaver mode as she had done so many times in the past; and, like so many times before, she suppressed the emotion and terror of seeing her comrade in a life-threatening trauma.

“GO GET HELP!!!” She hollered at one worker, who immediately turned to run for the aid tent. Sophia began to asses the situation, as the other course worker joined in.

“He’s got a weak pulse!” She announced, pressing two fingers on her right hand on his carotid artery.   She put her cheek next to his mouth and observed his chest. No rise or breath. “He’s not breathing! Starting rescue breaths!” She said flatly to another worker that arrived. “You…keep checking his pulse!” She turned Glen’s head to the side, and swept his mouth for debris. She found none, and was glad she kept him out of the water. Sophia carefully tilted his head back, took a deep breath, pinched his nose, and sealed her lips over his. She blew one breath after another into his large lungs. She was surprised by how much air this big man needed.

Glen came out of the darkness in a daze. All he could remember was the blinding light and pain, and now he was kissing someone. All he felt now were warm, heavy breaths, and the softest lips. The breath tasted of…watermelon sports drink? The lips were divine, and he began to kiss back. The heavy breathing stopped, only to be replaced by kissing back. He languished in the kiss for a moment, and curled his hand around the head of the person kissing him. He felt the warm hair, and lowered his hand down the strong smooth back. The kissing did not stop, and only seemed to be more intense, and stronger. He then felt a warm drop on his cheek…a tear?

Sophia had kept breathing until she felt a stirring, and a bit of breath. She felt so relieved! After all that had transpired in her life, she didn't think she could handle any more personal tragedy. Glen seemed like a great guy. Overcome by fatigue, joy, grief, and all her other bottled-up emotions, Sophia lingered over Glen's lips, and turned the rescue breath into a long, deep kiss. She let it all come out in the embrace, and as Glen began to kiss back, she was happy to lose herself in the oneness, and kiss with an erotic fury she hadn't felt in a long time. Tears welled up in her eyes, of joy and pain, and she let these fall, too.

Glen slowly opened his eyes, to see he was kissing Zoe! She slowly let up and looked at him. Glen saw more tears forming, and a big smile. “Way to go, jerk!” she said softly. “You’re the only one that got me to cry today!”   A cheer went up from those who watched. Glen softly wiped the tears from her cheeks, and looked into her big brown eyes! He noticed that one eye was a bit darker than the other: the one with the scars. He didn’t care! He was delighted to now have this surprising gift of joy and life.

“God wire, Zoe?” he asked groggily. “Seems so” Sophia replied, sniffing through some more tears. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” Glen said, wiping away the tears again. "No, it's OK! I'm really glad you are well!"   Then he clenched her head again, and brought her in for another kiss. She easily yielded, and their lips parted to deeply savor each other’s tongues. By then, Sophia’s friends had arrived. The blonde hollered: “Get a room already!” The other woman looked on suspiciously. Sophia finally sat back, smiling, and Glen looked at the beautiful women in front of him. “Wow! Are you sure I haven’t died and gone to Heaven?” He asked.

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