After the morning briefing, Sarah gave me the next of kin information for Forest. He came out of school directly into the service and had advanced rapidly. His personnel file did not show any dependents or any living parents. Sarah decided to investigate, as there was a sizeable life insurance policy that went to an heir.
Forest's original employment application did not list a next of kin. This was a part of the application that was marked as "must be completed." No place to go but backward. Sarah called the small college in Illinois that he attended and was advised that they had never had a student by the name of Forest Harding. She pulled up all of the colleges and universities in Illinois and e-mailed their offices with "reply required promptly" notation from the U.S. Marshal's office.
While she waited for some replies, Sarah called the high school listed on the application. Again, no person by that name had ever attended that high school. She called the tech and asked him to do a print scan on Forest before we released him to the undertakers.
She did what she should have as second in command, she called John. John said that she must be reading something wrong or asking the wrong people. She challenged him to challenge their personnel department to not only come up with a relative, but to come up with a background.
Around four, Sarah showed me the responses from the colleges and universities. Our tech knocked on the doorframe to get my attention and I waved him in. He handed me Forest's print card that he had taken from the body, then showed me the print card that was on file with the service.
Ray Charles could see that they were two different people. Then he showed me a search result of the prints he took off the body.
Donald J. Maguire, born in Dublin, Ireland, 1969. It showed his education and a long list of confrontations with the law. There were arrests and minimal time served up through 1997, and nothing after that.
Our application was dated March 1998.
I had the tech contact the Ireland law enforcement people to see if we could get a picture. Then something hit me.
"Why would his prints be on file for you to find in a U.S. search?"
The tech had no idea. I called personnel in D.C. and asked for their senior investigator. I remember that after I was deputized, they found out how many hairs I had on my arms, much less who was my next of kin.
The first words out of the guys mouth was, "How're ya doin, ' Wild Bill?"
After a long pause from me he said, "I was one of the guys that was down in Tampa when half the underworld was trying to make you gone. Since Sarah had already deputized you as a full deputy, I was in charge of finding out how many little girls you accosted in kindergarten. I remember your file well. You were damn near a pacifist in high school, but rode around on a motorcycle terrorizing people. Then you joined the Marines around the time when your folks were killed, and the rest is, as they say, history. You did surprise me when I found your University of Maryland degree. You should have listed that on your resume as a degree instead of having subscribed to a correspondence school. That's not easy to do when you spend as much time in training and combat as you did."
There was a pause then, "Anyway, Chuck, what can I do for you."
I gave him a synopsis of what we had discovered so far, thinking he would enjoy getting to know how an Irish gangster became a station chief.
His entire vocabulary became, "Holy shit, no shit, oh shit," etc. until he made the summary, "Someone's going to be in "deep shit."
Ken Harris gave me his promise. "I will personally find out what's up with this. Make sure we talk tomorrow afternoon, and every afternoon until we have answers."
"Oh, by the way, I'm running another peek at your file for the boss and the review committee. I think they're trying to decide whether to make you permanent station chief down there. You don't even have a year's service, so you might not get this kind of promotion this fast. But don't feel bad, you're already way above the curve by being a Sergeant and this is the second time you've been an acting field Lieutenant."
I said, "I don't know whether I'm the right guy for this job yet, anyway. I'll keep the place running until they find the right guy to bring in. And that brings me to my last point of curiosity, I'd like to see the file on his, ah, Forest's investigation and board decision to become station chief down here. Am I allowed to see that?"
"You bet, you're a station chief, I'll have it scanned and on your desk in an hour."
"Thanks Ken; I'll buy next time you're in town."
"You shouldn't be saying that, considering you have a bunch of vacancies down there. I've received six calls already today from older marshals wanting to transfer. Everyone wants to live in the warm weather. Anyway, I may be down soon. I'll hold you to it, just order me a Guinness."
I was working on the next week's schedules when Sarah brought a stack of papers and put them on my desk. She said, "When you read this, you're going to shit. There are reports of incidents and various captures throughout this file that never happened. I remember names very well, especially escapees. I didn't recognize any of the captures, so I began pulling each of his captures and each of his incidents. None ever occurred."
"His app shows 1998, but there is an incident that says he was involved in a gang shooting in '96. Another strange incident says that he was key to an arrest in 2000 when he was in San Diego, but the arrest was in Chicago. That would be a big deal, but he shows a capture on the same date in San Diego."
"I called Ken up in personnel and he's going to work on it. Put together everything you have discovered so far on a spreadsheet, and e-mail it to him with a copy to John. Add a note to John that we began the investigation in order to assign his life insurance proceeds."
This was either a case of someone's fair-haired boy or it was planned deceit, with help inside the service to facilitate it. This was becoming Bureau or Secret Service business, but I was going to let John handle it.
I made sure we had everything covered for tomorrow and while I was thinking about it, I called Sarg to see how he was doing.
"I have a couple of lines on the pair but they're being cagey. I have all of the police departments in their path reporting any robberies, car thefts, and any other strange incidents. At this moment, they are around Mobile, in a cream colored Mercury four door, wearing some wash and wear business casual clothes. The bad news is that they have acquired a couple of handguns, an SKS, and a couple of shotguns with a bunch of ammo. We need to upgrade the pair to armed and extremely dangerous, blanketing every department there is. I'd like to put out a notice at truck stops so we have some extra eyes looking for these two. And I think I'm going to have to have a side kick on this one. There are just too many leads to follow up on."
Thanks, Sarg, "I'll work on some help. Good work so far. Be careful though, and if you get them cornered, wait for help."
I called Sarah and we went over duty schedules and who could possibly be available for side kick duty for John. Damn, Bobby was the only one, and this was not going to be an easy one, or one where you get a chance to decide anything. I looked at Sarah and asked, "Bobby's good, she's calm under pressure and she's had some good experience, but can she handle the stress of doing side kick stuff for a pro like Sarg?"
Sarah sat back in her chair, "How did she do on your little undercover romp? How did she act, how did she respond to some of your shenanigans? I'm sure you broke every rule she's ever read."
"Now, Sarah, that's pretty presumptuous of you to say."
"Shit, I'd love to know the truth, and I'd bet your man is as happy as a pig in shit in some small town with a place to live, clothes, a car, a job, a new "real" name, and that he's current on his taxes. You know the rules and you know how and where to bend them. I'm sure she's learned a lot."
"Hope they don't have to bend any rules for a capture, I just hope she doesn't choke like Jan did at the airport."
"Don't hold it against her for not dropping Forest. The Tampa cop was in her line of fire and Forest got her pretty good with his elbow. She was coming back up on him when Sarg shot him. Then she froze. She saw real blood, a real person that she knew down, with cause. That would screw anyone up. I'll bet next time she just drops someone that gives her shit and then beats up on the board that will bitch at her."
"You're probably right about Jan, and I know you're right about Bobby. I wish Dave was back from his prisoner transport. He could learn a ton from Sarg. Then again, so can Bobby. Sarah, this is tough, it's hard to give the babe you're thinking about marrying a lemon of a job. This is not just a lemon; it might have a lot of thorns too."
"You'll make the right decision, Chuck, I know you will. Think about it for a while tonight then get her together with Sarg so they can start the day together."
"Sure, Sarah, sure I'll take all the time I need to think about it." I laughed and penciled Bobby in as Sarg's sidekick.
I called home to catch her before she told the duty guys to take off. I gave her the news that she would get to work with Sarg on his capture.
"Side kick you mean, right?"
"Yeah, something like that. There's too much for him to cover by himself and Dave isn't back yet from his transport and won't be for another thirty or so hours."
"He probably would get a lot of benefit out of working with Sarg but hey, I'll get to put in to use all the shit I've been learning for the last several years. Actually, Honey, thank you. This is a big deal. I can just see you sweating over me having to go on a job with someone else that may get hairy. Not to worry, you've been training me to be very proficient in hand to hand and with weapons. Give me Sarg's number so I can make arrangements with him."
As soon as I recited the number, she was off the phone, actually excited about being on her own without me being a papa bear. She doesn't know it yet, but I'd bet Sarg is going to be worse.
Sarah and I wrapped up the day but stopped long enough to nag Ken in D.C. I had him on speaker mode so Sarah could hear the conversation.
"Anything yet, Guy? I know it's early, but I'd bet you have a half dozen decent snoops moving."
"You lose, I have over a dozen working on it and we're pulling everything we can from Interpol. I got Sarah's spreadsheet and it's been helpful. My folks are working on every thing in his file. I have a pair of troops on their way to San Diego to see what they can find. The Chicago office was ecstatic to work him, as they all hated the man. They said he had his nose in every case, constantly sent them in the wrong direction, and if they worked on something outside of his direction, he'd put them on report. They wanted to know who they could send a card of thanks to."
I don't think that would make our guy feel any better. Even if he was a rat, he was still a living breathing person. Do keep me posted as I'm really getting curious. I've developed a couple of theories but I'm going to have to dig on them from some odd ends. I'll let you know if I find anything. If we could find out exactly how he got into the States, that would be a start. Then we could find out who picked him, made him a viable entity, and why they picked the marshal service to push him up from within. Seems like he'd have done more good in the Bureau or the IRS. Anyway, let's keep sharing and perhaps we'll have some surprises. Oh yeah, would you check on escapes and captures in the San Diego and Chicago areas. I'd also like some fingerprint checks on some of the captures in both places. Something is fishy."
"Easily done from my end, I'll post an order to the jail facilities after we pull the captures while he was there."
"Ah, Ken, just for fun, do it from when he got there through now. He could have left a helper along the way. It might be good to begin some security checks on the marshals out there."
"Ah no, man that would make us even bigger idiots. I'll develop a team that starts on it tonight and works twenty-four seven on it. Christ, I hope you're wrong, but there's a good chance you're not. Talk at you tomorrow."
Sarah sighed as I turned the phone off, "You shouldn't be in the office, you're a true investigator. Those are good thought processes and definitely some things D.C. needs to be checking on. We could have fake guys everywhere. He's only put on three people since he's been here. They are all a little slow going through their training. I'll pull their apps and confirm them tomorrow. Oh, thanks for the girl to help out. She's good. If she remains as good as she's shown so far, I'll keep her. How did you find her in the budget?"
"I didn't, Sarah, you're the assistant station chief with a ton of duties you're not doing, and doing a ton of stuff that's purely clerical. We've had the assistant position open since before Howard left. I'm just going to use you as the assistant station chief you are. I need to take you to the range in the morning to set you up with some training, then we need to review what areas you will assume responsibility for."
"You're serious, aren't you?"
"You're damned right I'm serious. My ex-admin babe gave me this manual that told me all about how to run a show. Well, it's time for 'Lights, Camera, Action' around here."
"Son of a bitch, you are serious. I am going to be a real assistant chief and not just an admin flunky."
"Yep, just make sure who we keep is a good mix for you and me, and all our people."
"Shit, I'm going to re-run her background. She's almost too good to be true right now. Shit, if she gets the key admin position, she'll get a hell of a raise."
"On rank below eleven, you can't raise them more than one grade per six months, except during their initial ninety days. During that time you can move them two levels if you can write something flowery enough with facts to justify it."
"You've read all that stuff, huh? Now, I won't be able to get away with anything."
"Only more so, Sarah, only more so. Enjoy your new position. I'll enjoy having you at my back. I'll watch yours as well."
She gave me a hug before going out the door. It took me fifteen minutes to clean my desk, grab the stupid manual again and head for home. I intentionally didn't check out a car and asked Hank what needed testing. "How about something else hot that I can abuse? I'm having a blast testing cars."
"I heard about you doin' a four wheel skid around Dale Mabry on Fletcher and splitting a couple of cars as you were powering out of it. Don't you think you should leave that for the track?"
"Yeah, I guess, but being locked up all day makes me want to let it out a little."
"Bring your Mustang in and let me check it out. I hear you're going to give up the Cleveland to get the original 302."
I continued musing, "The car deserves to be back to original. I've got a couple of books that I'm using to confirm everything to original. I'll probably sell it once it's back in perfect shape. I'm not a guy to have something that special. I need a street rod that I can have fun with and leave it at that."
Hank tossed me some keys and said, "Try the Caddie CTX. I had to put in a competition clutch the way everyone was driving it. Don't go nuts as the suspension won't stand for too much horsing around."
I drove the CTX decently. I let it out a little and only skidded a little to see what it felt like. The car was too fancy for me. A car this nice should have auto and a hair dryer. Amazing how you feel about motors and metal.
Bobby was sitting at the desk, reading and sending e-mails. She was already knee deep in Sarg's case. She looked up and smiled, saying, "This is fun tonight, but by tomorrow the fun's going to be out of it. What's this about you starting a national investigation in HR?"
"Some questions have come up, so D.C. is working on most of it and my new Assistant Station Chief is helping me work on this end."
"Did you tell Sarah that?"
"Oh course, and I thanked her for being so diligent about hiring her replacement. I've already moved the shit that had stacked up in the office next to mine out of there. Someone told me it was supposed to be the chief's private conference room. I have a table in my office. Tomorrow, Sarah will be in her new office with a door between our offices so we can converse as we should."
"You know the guys are not going to let them bring anyone else in. I've already heard they want you to lead them. They know you're fair and you give jobs to those that can handle them. Sarg even said he wondered whether you might send me, as he thought I could use the experience after working Safe for so long."
"Well, we're going to have to take some of the Safe responsibility or they'll take the house away from us. I don't think I could afford a house like this."
"As full Station Chief you could, even one nicer than this one. Don't worry though; no one will want to take the Safe job on a permanent basis like we do. You'll just get a bonus for doing it in addition to everything else. As a matter of fact, you get to go get some guests that are being shaken down at the warehouse as we speak."
Bobby added, "I'll finish up this, and start some supper for you and the duty guys. The guests are supposed to be sensitive, so take care."
I pulled up the guest files and read them before calling the warehouse. "Are you still working on the guests?"
"Right, Chief, we just started."
"Ah, do you have a female on duty?"
"Jan's working tonight."
"Have her read the new directive and I expect both guests to have been bathed, head washed, and all and I mean all the hair combed on both guests. Make sure you get the underarm hair on the guy. These are duplicates of the last two that screwed us up. When I take them, they will be either very clean or I'll just drop them off at the morgue."
"You're not messing around are you? But then after that last shit, I don't blame you. I'll dig out the directives and have the guests read them too. See you soon."
We were going to house these people for over a week. This was highly unusual so we had to be extremely careful with these guys. At least the Bureau was taking responsibility to make sure the guests were clean before we brought them home. I opened the box we had received while we were gone. It had an ultra-sensitive probe for signatures of any kind, plus it was sensitive enough to pick up any kind of transmitter, no matter how weak.
I gave Bobby the CTX keys and told her to exchange it with Hank tomorrow or to just sign it out. She was going to need a comfortable ride and that car was just that.
I would drive the Mustang in the morning so Hank could play with it. Right now, I was backing out in the armored Suburban and going for our guests.
When I pulled into the secure garage area, I could hear the female guest screaming about the indignation she was being put through. I wonder how many bugs they've found so far.
The man was doing as he was asked. When the tech acted like he was done, I told him to bring the towel over. I had the guy raise his arms and as I reached with the comb he pulled his arm down.
I said, "You have a choice of me shaving your armpits and pubic area or we comb it. If there is further problem then we will not consider your relocation."
He frowned and I began combing his underarms. Well son of a gun, two from one side and one from the other. The one was definitely a bug so we dropped it into a lead-lined box. I had him lean over the towel and combed his mustache very thoroughly dropping another device onto the towel. Next, I did the guys bushy eyebrows where we combed out one each.
"You're just full of these bugs. You're going to have to watch who you sleep with." He was really indignant that we combed his pubic hair but we did get a relay transmitter, a bug, and a GPS device that were added to our lead box.
I had him stand on the table and began going over him with my new toy. He was generating two signatures, and a GPS signal.
I asked the tech if the handhelds worked. He nodded and I had an agent tape the guy's hands to the grips then shot the guy with some heavy duty current. I waited about five minutes while the guy came back to earth then ran the detector over him again. Nothing.
I checked the monitor to see how Jan was doing and it wasn't going fast at all. She was still working on the head hair. I assumed the manner I thought a real flamer would be like, then flitted into the room.
"Oh Jan, you do that so crudely. Let me do that, I'm just so much more gentle than you. She looked at me funny, and smiled when I winked. We repositioned the towel and I began to thoroughly go through her hair. This was a record, seven various transmitters.
I said, "Oh Honey, wouldn't you rather I shave that nasty hair under your arms. I could have it off in a second."
When she wanted to keep it, I combed out a GPS device on each side. Now, Honey, we have to do this next thing but those terrible gangsters find ways to just put those devices everywhere.
She was a little leery when she had to straddle the towel but I was very gentle and managed to give her clit some attention that was making her smell good. She was charged up down there as well. I used the device to test her for signatures and she was just like the other guy. We found an additional GPS locator in her public hair that I had missed, so I asked her to stand in the signature finder then taped her hands to the grab bars.
I let the tech burn her good then I tested her again, and voila, she was clean. When all she got was a jumpsuit and flip flops, I'm sure she knew what was coming. We promised that as soon as we had thoroughly gone through her belongings, they would be forwarded to them. They wanted their medicines so I scanned them and removed some toys from the meds. I scanned again and they were fine. I made sure they saw we were not going to let contraband through.
"You two must be important. There was several hundred thousand dollars worth of equipment on the two of you. Both of you have to remain under suspicion until we can get you located. When guests come through who are so well monitored it is difficult to understand whether you are a part of a covert operation or really need protection. Up until a few minutes ago, every word you said, every move you made was being monitored and documented. Some of what we have to do to protect you and us is a little humiliating, but if you really wish to be given the opportunity to continue breathing, it has to be done."
"I'm going to give the two of you a treat and put you in a special place tonight. I'm not sure how long you will be there, but it will be very secure. If we are tailed from this location it will give us a chance to see who it is."
I called home and told Bobby that I was going to stash these two guests in the hotel as they had too much junk on them to risk the exposure of the safe house. I would get their sizes and bring them clothing for tomorrow.
I called one of the duty teams and told them that I needed a scout tail to watch for activity behind us on the way to the hotel. After giving them my exact route, I called the hotel to talk to our man upstairs and had him advise the hotel we would not stop to check in. We were housing a secure couple.
It was a good thing we kept security posted on the penthouse floor so it was never without someone protecting the suite and the floor. The hotel used the other suites on the floor, but ours was for the service only. I had good and bad memories of the suite. There were some good times there though.
When my backup called to advise they were in position, I loaded the pair into the Suburban and rolled into the street. We were only a block from the warehouse when we picked up a tail. I radioed the backup and they said they would wait to see if there was more than one.
Too bad I didn't think of having a partner on this run. It started out just being sort of suspicious and it was now getting hairy.
The radio crackled and the backup told me to use a headset. When I put it on and responded they told me, "You have a set of three. One's trying to run parallel, while two are switching tails. We called the Bureau for backup. They have some teams out right now that are closing in. We're going to enlist Tampa to help block off the street to see who these guys are. The parallel guy might get away, but we'll get two cars. Pull up to the side entrance to the hotel. That will give us the best chance to get all three. Take the long way by turning off Kennedy and go down by the channel district then back up. This will look like a normal diversionary ride and it will give Tampa time to get situated with their unmarked cars."
"Roger, good thinking, guys, thank you."
We left the channel district and headed straight up toward the hotel. When I pulled up to the hotel's side entrance, a doorman was coming out so I rolled down the window, flashed my badge, said we were holding there a minute, for him to go back inside and we will come in shortly.
I watched as both tailing cars passed me. One turned to the right and one to the left with them thinking this was our secure destination and they wouldn't have opportunity for something or at least they knew where we were.
We heard some gunfire in the distance. The full auto fire had to be from bad guys as none of us carried around full auto weapons on normal duty. Maybe Tampa had their SWAT team out. My team guy came on the radio and said, "We got em all, you can go in now or take them home, whatever you want."
Without much to think about I said, "Nope, I'll drop them here for a night or two. We can watch them better here."
I went around the car and opened the door to let the two out, then walked with them to the elevators. It was late enough that no one noticed two people in white coveralls and flip flops going through the side lobby. Once on the penthouse floor, I had the duty guy take over and advise the guests of things they could or could not do. He said he would happily order any food they desired from the menu and they were free to enjoy the limited bar available in the room. He mentioned that if they would feel more comfortable, there were robes in the closet and that clothes would be provided in the morning.
The couple seemed to be relaxing, so I said goodnight and left, advising the duty guy that these two could go either way, so for him to be alert. He asked if he needed to call in a downstairs guy, and I told him I didn't think it was necessary to use the extra manpower right then.
I parked the Suburban in the office chief's parking space in the back of the building and the walked through the monitored hallway to pass through security. Instead of going to our offices, I went into the Bureau's office to find my teams, along with a dozen Tampa guys with the Bureau's people.
The Chief came out, shook my hand, and thanked me for calling them in. He said, "You handed us two most wanted and four guys that the Bureau has wanted to talk to for a while. They're all Russian so we have Jan listening in on them occasionally to learn what she can. We have another couple interpreters from USF on the way. They can listen to the complete tapes."
"So far they're all trying to say they are Diplomatic Corps and want to speak to the embassy. What we know of all of them is that they are part of the Russian Mafia, but often work with the KGB as assassins or to do dirty work in foreign countries."
"I heard some automatic rifle fire, but not much else. Anyone hurt?"
"The good guys came out clean, the bad guys lost one. Jan knocked out the AK on full auto from about sixty yards, three rounds, all hits. No hesitation and no regrets, I think she's going to be fine after her confrontation out at the airport. She's tough and getting tougher. She's learning the hard way that there are real live instances that imitate her competition shooting. I wish I had both of you on my team, but I'm happy to have one."
"I'm going home. If you want, I can babysit Jan tonight since this is her first fatal activity. Bobby is good with people after an incident."
"Good idea, she's finishing her report now. Let me ask her if she would like to visit with you and Bobby tonight. You two would be a good influence."
I called Bobby and brought her up to date on what had happened. I mentioned that Jan was finishing her incident report and was reporting her first kill, her first fatal action. Bobby said, "Damn, this is going to tough for her. I don't think she has any family or a partner. She shouldn't be alone. Can you get her to talk to me? You wouldn't mind if she stayed tonight would you?"
"Not in the least, Babe, we're together in our thinking on this. I've already asked her Chief to see if she would. Hang on, let me get her."
I walked over to Jan, got her attention and handed her my cell phone. She listened for a couple minutes with only one syllable replies, and then a pleasant smile settled on her face as she said, "Is it okay if Chuck stops by my place for some clothes for tomorrow? I know I get the day off, but I'll want to come in anyway." There was a pause then, "Yeah, I could do that too and I think that would be fun to do for a day, you got a deal, Bobby. See you shortly."
Jan handed me the phone, pressed save, and print on her PC. Bobby said, "Bring her home, Honey. Get some work and casual clothes. She's going to work with me here at home helping Sarg. He has me doing all his research and grunt work. We'll be able to talk out anything she needs to get out of her system."
I told my guys to go back to duty or home, whichever they were scheduled for, and thanked all of the Tampa guys that were strutting around proud that they were instrumental in a total capture. Their lead man said he wanted to hang around to see what might shake out and was sending his men back to duty. The USF interpreter was here and had brought other Russian language students, so we had more help. The Bureau Chief said both students had already applied for the Bureau, so he felt good about their allegiance. I told him that Bobby was going to spend tomorrow with Jan so he would know where she would be on her incident day off.
Jan and I left the station in the Suburban to drive by her apartment. I told her to bring some casual clothes and to include her swimsuit so she could exercise with us. It didn't take her long as she didn't have a lot of hair stuff and she didn't use a lot or any makeup that I ever noticed.
On the way out to the house, Jan and I talked about where we came from and our families. Her parents lived in Longwood, a suburb of Orlando. She had two brothers, both in the army and her dad was an attaché at the Orlando embassy extension.
She said she had wanted to be in the Secret Service but had to fulfill a tour in the Bureau first. She said she thought the Secret Service might be dull after working in the Bureau for a couple of years.
When I called ahead and parked in the garage, going through the hand slap on the top of the Suburban. Jan noted it all saying, you have some good activities to ensure safety. She was a smart cookie.
Inside the house, Bobby wrapped the five foot six Jan in one of her classic hugs, telling her that she was glad she came out tonight. After giving Jan a breather, I was treated to my usual loving embrace and kiss.
Jan smelled the food and said, "Now I'm hungry. I shouldn't eat so late, but whatever is cooking smells great. I would kill for a drink first though."
I fixed us all a martini on the rocks and we sat at the counter just relaxing. As Jan finished her drink, Bobby took her to one of the suites and had her change clothes to feel more relaxed. Jan surprised us by coming out in a fairly short flannel nightgown. "I hope this is okay, this is the most comfortable thing I could wear right now, unless I was wearing nothing."
This started the conversation about the Park Place restaurant and what was behind it while Bobby served some of the lasagna that we had brought home from there. While pouring some red wine for Jan, Bobby said that we wanted to go out there soon and spend a day to see how we would like it. Jan smiled blushing and asked, "When you guys go, take me, okay? I think I'd really like it. I've always loved to run around naked, but couldn't with two older brothers around. As soon as I started getting older, my parents put a stop to my nude days."
Bobby said, "We're pretty casual out here too and usually swim nude and often just stay that way. You can swim with us in the morning. We do our workouts early. If you want, I'll wake you so you can work out with us."
Jan said, "I should go to the gym more often, but I only go maybe three days a week. It's no fun working out alone and I've just never been able to find many close friends here. I've always been somewhat of a loner and it's sort of tough making friends when people find out you're an FBI agent."
"You need to hang out with others like us in the various services. We understand the demands put on all of us, and in reality, we make pretty damned good friends."
Jan sat up a little straighter, blushed a little, then said, "I have some special needs that make socializing difficult. I prefer to socialize with women. I might be a lesbian. I haven't even had the opportunity to know men other than my dad and my brothers. Boys in school were always too immature for me to tolerate. If you weren't a cheerleader, a sports groupie, or a known slut, no one paid any attention to you. I hope this doesn't influence how you think of me but I need to be honest with people I want to consider friends."
Bobby got up and went over to hug Jan. "I sure hope we're friends. I want to be and we don't have any preconceived ideas about any thing. If you think you had trouble when you were in school, how would you like to be taller than any of the boys in your class and outweigh the entire basketball team combined? I know how you feel, and then along comes somebody that makes you feel like a queen."
"You mean Chuck?"
"Chuck too, but I was married to a man that made me feel like Alice in Wonderland. Danny was killed in the service a long time ago. Then I got lucky a second time, Chuck was sent to me as a possible relocation, and showed me what combat was all about. He's taught me more about myself than I thought possible. I'm lucky to have found someone twice. You're just still looking for your first someone."
Jan nodded and said, "You're right. I am sort of still looking for that first someone. I guess it has to be a happening, a coincidence, a chance meeting, to find that person you're looking for. You two are something. Chuck made me get my head on straight out at the airport. In two seconds I went from 'paralyzed with fear' to 'I can handle it' because he looked me in the eye and gave me confidence. You've just assured me good things will even happen to me."
I smiled at Jan, "You know you're a good looking girl. I'm betting you often turn down a lot of people who want to get to know you better. That's the toughest part, letting others into your life. We get so wrapped up in our personal lives and our direction that we don't let others in."
"Thank you for thinking I'm attractive, Chuck. I'm not built very feminine like Bobby. I guess I don't have that great of a self-image."
Bobby grinned saying to me, "Go ahead, Mr. all-male, tell her what you see when you check her out. You're not going to believe this, Jan. Listen close. Go on, Chuck, tell her and don't pull any punches."
"Hmmmm, how can I be diplomatic about this?" I said with a hand to my chin.
"Don't be diplomatic; say it like you would be discussing her with a couple of cronies over a beer."
"In that case, let me get a beer for us each, then I can give it to you."
We always have some cold long necks in the fridge so I opened three and handed two out. Sitting back down, I said, "After getting a peek down your nightie, you have some cute tits." Jan sat up and held her hand at the neck of her gown. "Those nipples look really suckable." She turned really red now.
"You have some nice legs with enough muscle in them to know they would feel great wrapped around my hips."
"You're terrible, Chuck, guys don't talk like that."
Bobby said, "Oh yes they do, just listen, continue, Chuck."
"I notice you walk really neat, most girls walk either pigeon toed or with their feet pointed out. You have a determined walk. Your feet are always straight ahead. That brings me to a major asset of yours. You have a great ass. I think I could love on those peaches for hours."
I took a drink of beer while watching Jan squirm. "You know you do have a really expressive face. I've seen determination, fear, even anger, and tonight I saw some softness that was beautiful when Bobby greeted you. Your hands mimic your face, as they are equally expressive. I've seen them clenched in a fist, held together in a clasp, held to your side with your palms to you, and tonight several times with your palms out to us, welcoming us into you. I love those little star earrings you often wear. The little red stone in the middle is cool. Your other favorites are the dangly ones that have the three pieces of silver or whatever it is hanging down. I like the way you wear your hair. Short, combed back, and just long enough to be oh so feminine. Like I said, I like your face. Your eyes are nicely spaced and you have a really cute nose. Your smile makes your cheeks dimple. I just don't get to see it often enough. And Bobby will probably agree with me that your lips, when you're relaxed, are some of the most kissable lips I've ever seen. Your wide mouth makes a guy think he would enjoy feeding you what he packs in his jeans. All of that with a fairly long neck that would be fun to nuzzle."
I smiled and took another drink. Bobby was almost laughing at me, but Jan was just staring at me with her mouth a little open. Bobby said, "When he's honest like that, don't you just want to jump his bones and let him prove what he just said?"
Jan shook her head and took a drink, "God, Bobby, does he do that to you very often? I'm about to go up in flames."
"He does that to me constantly. He tells it like it is and I enjoy hearing it."
"Other than being embarrassed, I loved it. If he weren't taken, I think I'd like to find out what men are all about. That was beautiful, obnoxious, but really, really exciting."
"Not to worry, Honey, I'm not trying to be forward or to sic Chuck on you, but I share. Just enjoy the feeling for right now. It's getting late, let me put you to bed, because we're going to have a great day tomorrow."
Bobby was escorting Jan out of the kitchen and turned to wink at me. I really didn't know what the wink meant, but I just did what I usually do, cleaned up the kitchen quickly, checked the security then headed to bed. I showered quickly and brushed my teeth to next slide into an empty bed leaving the bedside light on low. Knowing that women can talk for hours, I sort of drifted off.
I felt Bobby get in bed and snuggle up. I kissed her, tasting something very sexy on her lips. I smiled during our kiss, smacking my lips afterward and she said, "Caught me, huh?"
"I have to say that even secondhand, it is quite tasty."
"That babe's got a hair trigger and you had her primed. You are one nasty, sexy talkin' dude when you do that stuff. God, I was swimming in juices just listening. You had me wanting to leap across the table at her. I think she's really impressed you noticed so much about her. I know you see a lot, but right down to two pair of earrings is almost too much. And that comment about the wide mouth, I was ready to suck you off right then."
While we had been talking, Bobby was pulling me onto her. She was pretty subtle about it, but I ended up cradled between her massive, strong, thighs firmly connected. We gave each other a very nice orgasm then without me ever going soft, we had another one that was pure lust. When we had devastated each other, we lay on our backs, covered in sweat. Bobby pulled me to her, "You just give me so much. Wow, what a fuck. No one, absolutely no one has ever, or can ever fuck me like you do. You make love to me as if I was a goddess, but you fuck me like you're trying to get a hundred dollars worth from a two-dollar whore. Whew! That was good.
We slept very soundly.
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