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Preface

	Marie is the second in a series of three novels.  The first one, Amy, is presented here on Mr. Double's Palisades pages as well.  I recommend that if you have not read Amy that you do so before you read Marie, it will bring much more depth to the main characters since they are all introduced in detail in Amy; get to know them - the girls are a kick.  Of course if you don't want to, that's all right as well - although you may feel like you jumped into the middle of a conversation.  Below is a quick summary of Amy, but I really encourage you to take the time to read it - I think you will enjoy getting to know Jim, Amy and Julie. It will also make it much more enjoyable to see what they are now doing in the novel Marie.

Regards - Centaur

Summary of Amy (Volume 1 of the Martin Trilogy) by Jim Martin. 

	In Part 1 of Amy, which I authored, I presented  the background of the relationship between myself and my young daughter Amy.  Part 1 of the story concerned my discovery of my sexual attraction to my daughter and the unforeseen consequences of acting on that attraction, consequences that separated Amy and myself for almost three years.  In Part 1 we are reunited and I present our solution (unfortunately temporary) to the problems that separated us.  In Part 2, written by my sixteen year old daughter Amy Martin, we see how the next few weeks unfold as Amy and myself begin deepening our relationship, and how Julie (Amy's best friend and "sister") enters into the story, as well as my best friends and business partner Larry and his wife Diane (Julie's real parents). The length to which Jane, my ex-wife and Amy's mother, will go begins to make itself known. Part 3 of Amy, is written by fifteen year old year old Julie.  In it she describes how she enters into a sexual relationship with me (along with her already established sexual relationship with Amy) and how the two girls find new ways to enjoy each other as well as me and their plans to spend the next few months together.  The final outcome of Jane's revenge becomes known with unanticipated results in Part 4 which I authored.  The final outcome leads us to the involvement with Marv and his young daughter Marie which is detailed in Volume II of the Trilogy- Marie.

In Volume II (Marie) I describe the relationship between Marv and his daughter Marie, what led them to the relationship and how it has affected what Amy, Julie and I now do for a living -  a job by the way which beats the hell out of owning a software business! I also describe our first (and almost our last) assignment in the field.  Hold on to your seats and enjoy.



Marie- Part One

Chapter One

The Present - Australia
Prologue
	
	The Pappillion rocked gently at anchor in Sydney Harbor.  She was a graceful two masted ship, sixty-five sleek feet of white and teak.  Her name (French for butterfly) fit her perfectly, she seemed poised on the surface of the water to suddenly dart off on the first gust of wind.  A deeply tanned man wearing only a pair of cut-offs sat on the rear deck, a bottle of Red Back Ale in his large hand, a can of deck cleaner and a brush at his feet.  Forward two beautiful young women were busy putting the canvas cover on a large dingy tied down to cleats on the forward deck.  One of the women was tall with a taut, slender body and short white blond hair.  She too was tanned, not as darkly as the man but dark enough to compliment the very small lime green string bikini  she wore.  The other woman was equally as tall with long reddish brown hair, plaited into a long braid that hung down her back.  She too had a dark tan, as dark as the man, and also wore a small bikini - her large breasts strained against the small triangles of azure blue cloth restraining them.  Neither women  showed any tan lines, clearly indicating that they usually tanned without the need for even the minuscule suits they wore today.  They moved with practiced grace, the well developed muscles in their legs and back standing out as they pulled on the heavy canvas cover.  Jim Martin (now calling himself James Williams) leaned back in his deck chair and enjoyed the view as the two women pulled and tugged on the stubborn canvas cover.  He always insisted that the dingy be covered when they went ashore in case they had to sail in a hurry when they returned.

	"How soon will you girls be ready to go ashore? Amy has to meet with our target at five and get him to the warehouse."

	"Some help from the Daddy would have sped things up, but I wouldn't want to interfere with your work on the deck." Amy replied with a grin on her face looking pointed at the bottle of Red Back in his hand.

	Jim and his daughter Amy and adopted daughter Julie had trained for almost a year for this sort of mission.  Their training included both physical training - at a level that Jim and the girls had only dreamed existed, as well as training in how to use the complex electronics that Marv built along with what Marv called lightly "tradecraft".  Their current mission was simple in concept, but difficult in execution.   A mid-level Australian government official named John Mitchell had stolen a highly classified document that could prove devestating to both Australia and the United States if they were to find their way to the Indonesian government.  Given the unstable nature of the current Indonesian government, which the paper would greatly alarm, it could conceivably cause armed conflict between Australia and the well equipped military in Indonesia.  The paper had to be recovered and the traitor silenced - forever.  Mitchell's major weakness was beautiful young girls, preferably teenagers.  It was up to Amy to convince him to lead her to where he had hidden the papers to show them to her.  He believed that Amy was an American tourist in Sydney for a couple of weeks on vacation and that he had just gotten very lucky.  Amy had managed to lead him on over the last week to the point where he was panting to get her clothes off.  Very subtly Amy had convinced him that his probability of getting her in bed was directly related to Amy's view of his importance.  He had promised to show her something that would convince her of his imminent importance in the world.  There was also some pretty convincing recent evidence that the man had murdered a woman government employee to get the paper, and Jim had no doubt that he would kill again if he suspected that meeting Amy was a trap. 

	This was their first field assignment on their own, and after this they planned to take several months off and relax with an around the world sail. Between the training  and now this assignment they had been at it intensely for almost a year.  Jim stared out at the sculptured roof of the Opera House on the edge of  Sydney Harbor and remembered back to a year ago when he and the girls had started training for this line of work.

	It was hard for him to believe that almost a year had passed since his ex-wife had murdered Julie's parents and tried to kill the three of them by blowing up their sailboat, the Silver Cloud.  Well, he thought, Jane and her helpers were long gone, three eliminated in the Bay Area - dispatched by Marv's agents in two, seemingly unrelated, horrendous traffic accidents the day following the explosion on the boat. It caused a minor stir for a day on all the TV and radio shows - the grieving widow (Jane) and her lawyer (Phil) killed in a single car accident while driving to the sheriff's office to hear the particulars on the death at sea of her husband, daughter and business partners. Particularly since the "accident" involved the car being driven by Jane veering off the entrance to the Bay Bridge and plunging into the cold waters of San Francisco Bay.  The television reports said that both people in the car had still been alive when the car plunged into the Bay and that they must have remained conscious under the water since they died by drowning.  The car accident that killed Jane's henchman only made the back pages, a man in a fiery crash near the San Mateo bridge that backed up traffic for over an hour. The one in La Jolla named Jeff, who actually planted the explosives, just disappeared; no one ever heard of him again.   Now Jim, Amy and Julie were agents for Marv (actually more like partners) getting ready to arrange an "accident" for someone else that deserved to disappear.

	Jim finished up his ale and headed below to see if the girls needed any help getting dressed, although he had to admit that really he just enjoyed watching the process.  He was looking forward to being done in Australia so that they could set sail on their well deserved six month break.  Six months with the girls, the three of them alone on the boat was going to be a wonderful vacation - given their libidos after this assignment he hoped he would survive the trip.

The Present - California

	Marv sat in the control room watching the monitors on the control console, and listening for some contact from Jim and the girls anchored in Sydney Harbor.  It was six in the morning in California which made it Midnight in Sydney, time for Jim and the girls to check-in and let him know how things went with recovering the papers and getting rid of Mitchell.  As the digits on the clock face in front of him moved to seven minutes past the hour he started to get concerned, Jim had never been this late with a report.  Even a blind check-in from a telephone just letting him know that they would be delayed would have calmed his concerns.  He never worried about his agents like this, but Jim and Amy and Julie were special to him - family. 

	He heard his daughter Marie come quietly into the room and walk up behind him. He had thought she was still asleep, she must have had trouble sleeping as well.  He felt her gentle hand touch on his shoulder.

	"What's wrong Pappa?  Haven't you heard from Jim and the girls tonight?"

	"No 'tite belle (little sweetheart), nothing and it's not like them to be late.  Tonight is the night they were to have had Mitchell lead them to the paper and arrange for his "accident".  I hope nothing has gone wrong, if something has happened to them I will never forgive myself, I really didn't want to send them out into the field, but I thought this would be an easy one, I didn't find out about Mitchell killing the woman who got him the paper until after Amy had already made contact, and I figured that the three of them would be able to handle him."

	"Don't worry cher if anyone can protect the girls it's Jim, not that they need much protection one-on-one with anyone.  They're the best martial arts students we have ever trained, the sensi (martial arts teacher) was amazed at what they accomplished in six months.  And you know what sort of marksmen they are as well."

	"I know, they can take care of themselves, but I just can't help the feeling that something has gone terribly wrong.  I haven't felt this way since your Mother was killed.  I hate feeling this way.  I should have never let Jim talk me into letting them go on a field assignment.  Now I can only sit and wait."  Marv felt Marie lean forward and hug him, her warm breath on his cheek.  He loved her so much, but he was filled with the thoughts and feelings of what happened nine years ago this month, the terrible feelings of dread.

The Past - Virginia

	Marv had to face it, they were gone, Chantel and his little Marie.  His wife and daughter, snatched by Duval Ricard in revenge for Marv's putting him in jail ten years ago. It was the only scenario that made sense, he had been dreading it for years.  He was frantic to find them, he knew Ricard's reputation - the New Orleans underworld called him "The Cajun Family Man" - not because of his love for his family, as far as anyone knew he didn't have any - but for the fact he killed the whole family of anyone that opposed him - and the way he killed them.  He often left the man who offended him alive for as much as a year as he killed his family one by one, letting the helpless man suffer through the losses before his own death relieved his agony.  That reputation kept most local gang leaders - and most of the police - from bothering him as he tightened his grip on the drug and prostitution business in New Orleans. No one would take Ricard on and he did pretty much whatever he wanted in the "Big Easy" (New Orleans).

	Marv sat on the staircase of his suburban Virginia home, looking at the splintered door jam where someone kicked in the front door.  Little Marie's school backpack lay on the floor partially behind the open door.  The hall throw rug was crumpled up half way back to the stairway. Where were Chantel and Marie? Were they together?  Could  there possibly be an innocent explanation, had Marie suddenly gotten sick and Chantel rushed her to the hospital?  No, her car was in the garage, he had seen it when he opened the door with his remote as he pulled in the driveway, just seconds before he saw the smashed front door. He couldn't seem to focus his mind, it was like he was spinning out of control, a flywheel with no load.  He was suddenly startled by the shrill ringing of the telephone.  He almost fell over the throw rug in his haste to get up and grab the receiver.  As he said hello he heard what he feared most in the back reaches of his mind, Duval Ricard's voice with it's thick Cajun accent.

	"Hey you tcheue poule (loosely translated as 'chicken ass") Fed bastard. Guess who this is?  The guy you sent to Angola ten years ago.  Well I'm out and horny for some real pussy after all those shitholes I had to fuck.  Good thing I've found a couple of cunts that can help me out.  Of course the old one is used goods, I've had her before and I'll just leave her for my mon amis (my friends) here.  But the jeune fille  (young girl) here looks really belle  (sweet).  I just stripped her down and had a good feel, she has a tight little cunt here for sure, I could hardly push my finger up it.  I'm going to wait an hour or so then when the boys have finished with your bitch Chantel I'll let her watch me break in this 'tite chatte  (little pussy).  So what do you say to that Mr. Smart CIA Fed?"

	Marv felt his knees weaken as he heard Ricard speak, he could also hear Marie crying in the background and calling for her Pappa.  "If you touch either of them you fils de putain  (son of a bitch) I'll tear your prick off with my bare hands.  Let them go, it's me you have the argument with, not them.  I'm the one that wired Chantel and got the goods on you that sent you away.  They had nothing to do with it.  I'll meet you anywhere, anytime.  Just let them go, they don't mean anything to you."

	"Merde  (shit) on you Fed, just for that remark I'm going to fuck them both, the 'tite fille first then your wife - up the ass for dessert.  I'll call you in about an hour when I'm doing it to your daughter so you can hear her scream when I shove my prick up her cherry cunt. Until then just think about it.  If you have any idea you can stop me t'es en érreur (you're mistaken) for sure."

	Marv knew his only chance to save Chantel and Marie was to find them before Ricard could carry out his threats.  He had no doubt that the vicious bastard was serious, threatening him and then waiting an hour to carry out his threat was right in line with the way Ricard had always operated.  Torture the real target by making him imagine all the terrible things that could happen to the people that he loved; and Marv knew who the real target was - him.  Chantel and Marie were only a way to get to him.  Marv also realized that bringing the FBI or even his own agency into this would only slow things down, and the local police would be a joke; he needed to find Ricard himself, and quickly. The only lead he had was the telephone call and the knowledge that the mobster would call again in an hour.  He needed to trace that call and get a location, but how?  Then he remembered, Bill Hartley - the guy he worked with in New Orleans on the original case that put Ricard away.  He had run into Hartley at a joint CIA/FBI technical conference at the FBI labs at Quantico a couple of months ago and Bill had told him about a new tracing device that he had developed and how quick and accurate it was, and how it was hooked directly into a portable computer that cross located the number with the street address.  Marv pulled out his wallet and began searching for the card Bill had given him with his new office number, there it was stuck under some credit cards.  Marv picked up the phone and punched in Bill's number.  As he heard the phone begin to ring he realized his knees were shaking and his mouth was dry, he had never been this scared before, even on his one field assignment that started all of this mess. He began to realize how clever that bastard Ricard was, he was terrified at what could be happening to the only people in the world that he loved, it was much worse than being in personal danger.  He took a deep breath and tried to get control of his racing heart.

	"Hartley." He heard Bill's gravelly voice answer on the second ring.

	"Bill, it's Marv Atkinson, I need to meet with you right away.  I've got a problem." The words rushed out of Marv's mouth as he tightly clenched the telephone handset, his knuckles white from the pressure.

	"Hey, Marv calm down. Shit, what have you boys over at Langely gotten yourselves into this time?" Bill said with a chuckle in his voice.

	"This isn't Agency business Bill, it's personal.  Chantel and Marie have been grabbed by that Cajun bastard from New Orleans that we put away ten years ago on that RICO sting - you know Duval Ricard.  He called me a few minutes ago and he's definitely got them somewhere here in the area and he's threatening to rape and kill them.  I'm pretty scared Bill, this is one mean bastard and he will kill them in a second to get revenge on me."

	The tone of Bill's voice changed immediately.  "Shit!  When did you hear from him - I mean how long ago?  When did they get snatched?"

	"They couldn't have been gone long Bill, Marie doesn't get home from school until three-thirty and I got the call at four o'clock so they must be somewhere less than a half an hour from the house."

	"Listen we have the best in the business at this stuff just down the hall from me.  Let me get them in on this call and we can start the op (operation) to get them back.  Don't worry, we'll get Chantel and your little girl back and this time we'll put that coonass (a derogatory term for a Cajun) away for keeps."

	"No Bill, no official involvement, there just isn't time, I know how this fuckhead works, he'll kill Chantel and rape Marie and take her along.  Then let me suffer for six months before he goes after me directly, calling every few weeks and letting me listen to  he and his friends raping her."   Just hearing Bill's voice was starting to calm Marv down, he could feel his mind start to go into high gear.  A plan started to form that just might get his family back in one piece.  

	"Well what can I do buddy?  How can I help if you won't let me bring the Bureau in on it?"

	"Listen, you remember that new tracing box you were telling me about at Quantico?  Can you get it and meet me at the Central Telephone Exchange in D.C.?  The one thing that is certain is that he will call back to this number."

	"I assume we're talking about a 'Joint Agency Field Test' here, not any sort of non-court ordered trace of a private phone line - right?"

	"Listen Bill, we can call it a space shot if you want, all I know is that Ricard will call me back within the hour and that will be my one and only chance to find the bastard.  Will you help me or not?"

	"Hey Marv, slow down, you know that goes without saying, I'm just creating a little cover to protect my boss in case this action winds up on the front page of the Post tomorrow morning.  Give me your number and then meet me down on G and Massachusetts in the basement of the Central Switching Center.  When you go in the front door ask the security guard for 'Mr. Chambers', the guard will know where I am. Some of those guys down there owe me some big favors. I'll be over there in about five minutes and start getting things set up."

Chapter 2

The Past - Virginia

	Less than fifteen miles from where Marv was talking with Bill Hartley, Ricard and two other men were in the back room of a closed-up auto parts store at the end of a cul-de-sac. The store now belonged to a local DC mobster and was often used by him for meetings and drug deals - and occasional "persuasion sessions" with non-paying customers or gang members who had developed questionable loyalty.  The power and phone were kept working, but the stock and most of the furnishings had been removed.  The two men with Ricard were very large black men from the DC area, he had "borrowed" them from the guy that owned the store, the guy had owed him a favor, but regardless he wouldn't have refused "The Cajun Family Man".  Given the nature of the job though, Ricard probably could have charged the two thugs for the opportunity to be in on the snatch - this was one of their favorite pastimes.  Chantel was tied to a chair and her young daughter Marie was tied to a second chair a few feet away, facing her.  Contrary to what Ricard had told Marv, both were still fully dressed, but unfortunately for them that was about to change.

	The biggest  of the two thugs walked over to the chair where Chantel was tied and stared down at her chest. Her hands were tied tightly behind the chair, her arms stretched over the top rung of the back, pulling her shoulders back and causing her large breasts to thrust forward against the tight red silk blouse she wore. Her breasts, restrained in her bra, were visible through the gaps pulled open between the buttons of her blouse.  The full black skirt she wore had ridden high up on her thighs from her struggles to get free of the ropes that bound her to the chair.  Her eyes were large and frightened, her long blonde hair disheveled and hanging in her face.  Tears had streaked her cheeks and started again as she looked over at her little Marie tied to a similar chair wearing her little white blouse, white knee socks with black loafers and pleated plaid school skirt.  

	Chantel couldn't believe that less than an hour ago she had been in her kitchen standing in front of the open pantry door trying to decide what to fix for dinner. She had heard Marie's school bus stop in front of the house and had walked into the hallway and opened the front door to let Marie into the house.  As she reached down to give her a hug she saw two very large men racing across the front lawn from a van that had backed up into the driveway.  Chantel pulled Marie into the house and slammed the door.  As she reached up to turn the dead bolt lock she was knocked backwards as the door was kicked open by one of the men.  She and Marie sprawled on their backs on the hardwood floor of the hallway, the throw rug sliding backwards under them and Marie's backpack and lunch kit crashing into the wall.  One of the men reach down and picked up Marie, tucked her under his massive arm and ran out of the door toward the van.  The second man grabbed Chantel by the hair and pulled her to her feet.

	"Keep your mouth shut cunt and get out into that van if you ever want to see that little bitch of yours alive again."  

	He pulled her in the direction of the front door and pushed her out on the front lawn where she almost lost her balance and fell again.  What in the world was happening?  Who were these men?  Why had they grabbed her and Marie?  What was going to happen to them?  Confused thoughts raced through Chantel's mind as she ran after Marie who was being shoved into the open back doors of the van.  Her only thoughts were to reach Marie and keep her safe.

	As she reached the van the man running behind her picked her up effortlessly by the waist and literally threw her through the open rear doors slamming them shut behind her.  The two men raced around opposite sides of the van and climbed into the front seats, slamming their doors and pulling rapidly out of the driveway and driving down the street.  Chantel and Marie were both thrown down to the floor of the van and propelled backwards against the rear doors as the driver accelerated down the residential street.  There were no windows in the doors or on the sides of the van and the inside door handles for the back doors had been removed.  A steel grate separated the rear of the van from the front seats making it impossible to reach the drivers.  The van had obviously been customized for just this function.

	After ten minutes of being thrown around mercilessly in the empty rear of the van the vehicle stopped abruptly, throwing Marie and Chantel into the steel screen.  The man on the passenger side got out of the van and pulled up a garage door at the rear of a shabby wood and cement block building.  The van started up again and drove into the building, the man pulling the door down behind it as it drove into the inside of the building.  The driver shut off the engine and got out.  He walked around to the rear of the van and opened the rear doors.

	"This is the last stop cunts, everyone out - and be quick." 

	Chantel climbed out of the van and reached back to lift Marie out of the back, holding her tightly in her arms.  As she turned around she saw a sight that froze her heart.  Leaning up against a large workbench-like table in the center of the room smoking a cigarette and reading a newspaper was Duval Ricard.  He looked over at her with a satisfied smile on his face and stood up, putting the paper on the table and moving toward her as she clutched Marie tightly to her breast, her young face buried in Chantel's neck.

	"Take the jeune fille (young girl) from her and tie both of them to these chairs. Feel free to slap the little one around if the mother resists,"  he added in a smug tone looking directly into Chantel's panic-filled eyes and taking a deep drag on his cigarette.  

	After Chantel and Marie had been securely tied in the straight backed chairs Ricard went over to the phone sitting on the edge of the table and called Marv's home number.  After his brief conversation with Marv, taunting him and starting his plan of revenge he walked back over to the table where he sat back down and picked up the newspaper he had been reading.  Chantel was truly terrified now, she knew what Ricard was capable of, and what he would do to her and Marie if he thought it would bring pain to Marv. She had heard what Ricard threatened to do - and she had no doubt that he would do it, love to do it in fact.  She felt like the only thing she could do would be to bring as much attention to herself as she could to keep Marie safe as long as possible hoping that Marv would track them down before Marie was raped.  She didn't think the black men were very interested in her little girl, they were more fascinated with her.  They obviously liked grown women - particularly ones with big tits she thought.  She needed to distract them before Ricard got bored and made them hurt Marie to get at her.  She slowly took a deep breath, thrusting her breasts out as far as possible and struggling slightly in the chair to get her skirt higher up her thighs hoping the man standing next to her would notice her body and want her.

	As she had hoped the man standing in front of her turned toward Ricard.  "Hey bossman are we going to get a little sample of this bitch or not?  I mean like you already told her old man we were.  My pecker is taking a real interest in getting close to some of this blonde pussy,"  the thug said, reaching down and cupping the large bulge in the crotch of his pants and giving it a squeeze.  The other thug, suddenly taking an interest in the action, stood up from where he had been sitting on the edge of the workbench-like table in the center of the room next to Ricard.

	"That sounds like a first rate idea Lamar my man." He said, getting a subtle nod from Ricard and walking over to where Chantel was tied.  "Let's both us warm her up a little for the boss here."

	Ricard looked over to where Chantel was tied and dropping his cigarette to the floor walked over to stand beside the chair where Marie was tied, her big brown eyes wide and scared as she watched the two huge men standing in front of her Mamma.  

	"I sense a little impatience here gentlemen.  I was going to have you start on this one, but all right, try out the big one first.  Go ahead mon amis, the little one here could probably use some lessons on how to please a man, she is going to be doing it all for me and some of my associates for quite awhile - at least until I decide to kill that merde poule (chicken shit) Pappa of hers." He said with a laugh as he reached down and stroked Marie's dark, shiny hair with both hands. "Right 'tite putain (little bitch)".  Ricard moved his hands down from the top of her head to the front of her little blouse, rubbing the tips of his fingers over her puffy little nipples, that with her arms tied behind her, were poking up under her blouse.  Marie squirmed in her chair trying to escape the probing fingers, shaking her head back and forth, tears running down her face. The two thugs were looking at Marie with more interest since they had seen Ricard start treating her sexually, Chantel could almost feel them thinking about stripping the clothes off her little girl first.  She had to do something.

	"Get your hands off her you sick pou (louse), she's only a little girl and she hasn't done anything to you." Chantel shouted, her fear being replaced by anger at the danger to her daughter. "If you touch her my husband will track you to the ends of the earth - c'est ein affaire a pus finir  (roughly  'it is a thing with no end') you start for yourself Ricard."  She continued to try to deflect the attention to herself.  Ricard just laughed harshly and leaned farther over the young girl and suddenly ran his hand up under Marie's skirt between her legs squeezing her panty covered soft little mound causing her to scream and jump in her chair.  Chantel struggled in vain to get out of her chair and reach Marie, screaming curses in Cajun at Ricard. The struggling also had the positive effect of pulling her skirt even higher, the tops of her thighs were now exposed almost to her black lace panty-covered crotch. The thug named Lamar quickly reached out and grabbed a handful of Chantel's hair and pulling her head back slapped her hard across the face with his huge hand, instantly raising a large red welt on her cheek.  

	"Show a little respect bitch, this here is the man and what he says goes. You got that cunt?"

	"That's right bitch" said the other thug named Paulie looking with interest at her creamy white thighs, with a small wedge of panty showing at the juncture.  "I think me and Lamar here are going to have to give you a little lesson in respect, and I got me the perfect teacher right down here."  The man pulled down his sweat pants and shorts down around his knees,  exposing a very large penis that was swelling and rising as Chantel watched through eyes suddenly filled with terror. Paulie moved closer, taking his prick in his hand and stoking it slowly as it hardened.

	The bigger of the two men now re-focused on Chantel as well. 

	"Hey Bro, that's a nice looking pecker you got on you, too bad its sort of tiny," Lamar chuckled, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants and letting them fall down around his ankles.  Reaching through the fly of his shorts he pulled out his penis which was a good two inches longer than Paulie's, and rapidly stiffening - the head was almost as big around as a beer can. "I figure since it was my idea I ought to have firsts on the bitch."

	"That's OK with me my man, let's see if she can take that 'mule dick' of yours down her throat while I let ol' 'Willie' here get a good look at these tits what she's got.  Besides if I remember correct I had 'firsts' on the last one." Paulie chuckled as he reached over with his left hand and grabbed the neckline of Chantel's red silk blouse and tore it completely off the front of her body, all the while continuing to stroke his prick, now at full erection with his other hand.

	Lamar reached over and taking hold of his ten inch prick pointed it towards Chantel's mouth, pushing down on it and causing the already massive head to swell even more as she looked in sick fascination at the size of his gigantic organ. 

	 "Open up and make my pecker real happy bitch, or I might decide to shove this big guy right up that little girl's ass instead, right Paulie?"

	"Yeah Lamar you right, I remember the last time you ass-fucked a bitch though, split her asshole plumb in two.  Bitch bled to death in less than an hour - and she was a big girl, no telling what you'd do to one that size."  

	Paulie jerked the front of Chantel's red lace bra up around her neck, grinning as her smooth white breasts sprang free.  They were large and firm with silver dollar size nipples high up, the tips pointing at a forty-five degree angle.  

	"Wooee, Lamar, would you look at the tits on this bitch.  Look how they just stick up like that with them pretty nipples on 'em.  I'll just suck on 'em a little and nibble on these nips while she sucks on your dick.  Here, just move some to one side my man and let her little cunt bitch watch her Momma's mouth work on your big dick."

	Marie sat stunned, her eyes big and tear filled as she looked at the men threatening her Mamma, she had to keep blinking her eyes to clear the tears away so she could see.  What were they going to do to her, and why had they taken their pants down?  Their penis' were so huge, she had never seen any that stuck out like that, her Pappa's just hung down and was soft, like a big noodle.  These penis' were so big and so hard looking.  They stood out like those big sausages her Mamma bought from the meat case in the store. But that one man's was much bigger than that, she had never even seen a sausage that big.  Was that man going to put his penis into her Mamma's mouth?  It was just too big, she would choke on it.  Why did he want to hurt her Mamma?  And what did he mean that he would put it up her bottom?  Why did this man that talked like her Mamma put his hand up her skirt and grab her poochie, he squeezed it so hard it hurt her, it made her have to pee too since she didn't get to do that when she got home from school.

	The two men stopped for a minute to look at the half naked woman in tied to the chair front of them, both of them contentedly stroking their large hard pricks. Her eyes were full of fear, tears running down her face. Her full breasts jerked, rising and falling as she fought to control her sobbing.  Lamar and Paulie were delighted with the terror they were generating in this stuck-up looking blond bitch.  She was the kind of woman that they always saw all dressed up going into the fancy restaurants in the District, hanging on to the arm of some man dressed in an expensive suit.  Well the bitch wasn't so dressed up right now was she, thought Lamar, and her old man was no where in sight.  This was more fun then they expected from this job, a sort of bonus for helping out this ice-cold French-type guy get even with the dude that sent him up.  Man he was a cold shot on the phone to that Fed cop.  No doubt about it, this was definitely better looking pussy than they were used to getting to play with, nothing old or hard about this one like the hookers and crack-heads they were used to tying up and abusing.  This cunt was sweet and clean looking - at least for the next few minutes until both of them would be happy to cover those tits and that pretty face with their hot cum.  Maybe old Frenchie would give them a shot a the little bitch too - when he was done with her.  Lamar wanted to watch him do her, he'd never seen anyone fuck a pussy that young.

Chapter 3

The Present - California

	Marv was startled out of his remembering by the sudden sound of a call coming on-line.  The computer authenticated the source of the transmission as Sydney on the monitor in front of him and the voice of Jim Martin came from the small speaker on the panel. 

	"May I speak with Mr. Spaulding please?"  Jim's voice sounded distant with the echo sound that is sometimes present in satellite calls.

	"I'm sorry he isn't in at the present, can you please call back?" Marv answered into the console mounted microphone.

	"Please tell him I will call back in one hour."  The connection broke.

	Marv leaned back in his chair with a sigh of relief.  Everything was all right, Jim had asked for a person who's name started with the letter "S" and ended with a "G".  That meant that he was calling from a non-secure telephone (probably a restaurant or hotel at this time of night in Sydney) and that everything was all right with the three of them - they were safe (signified by the S) and that the mission was good (signified by the G).  If there had been a problem a different set of letters would have been used in the person's name that Jim asked for on the call.  A different name was used each time on an unsecured line since most government security programs swept calls for particular repeating items, flagging specific words or repeated names that were of interest to them.  The hour specified for the call back told Marv that Jim was enroute to the Pappillion where he would made a secure call and fill Marv in on all the details.   

	Marv could smell coffee brewing, Marie must have gone into the small galley off the opeartions room and started some coffee for him, he hadn't even notice her leaving the room he was so preoccupied.  He got out of his chair and stretched, a cup of coffee was just what he needed.  He had been sitting there in that chair in his shorts and tee shirt since before four o'clock that morning.  He was just having no luck sleeping since almost three so he had crawled gently out of the bed in the little bedroom off the control center, so as to not wake Marie, and come in to sit at the console and stare at the blank monitor and wait for the phone to ring. That phone call had made him feel much more relaxed, he didn't fully realize how tense he had been until the tension went away.  As he walked toward the galley he saw Marie standing on her tip-toes reaching up into the cabinet over the small sink to get down a couple of mugs.  The long Victoria Secret sleep shirt she was wearing had pulled up in back exposing the bare bottom of her cute nineteen-year-old ass cheeks, a little tuft of black curly hair and pink lips  showing where her thighs came together.  Marv stopped to enjoy the view, thinking maybe a little early morning sex was in order while the coffee was brewing.  With a smile on his face he quietly walked up behind Marie and gently pinched her on one of her the exposed cheeks, delighting in her startled reaction.  A little sex was definitely on the agenda for this morning he decided.

	Marie set the mugs on the counter and turned around holding her arms out to her Pappa for a hug.  Marv took her in his arms, feeling the 'just out of bed' warm softness of her body.  He could feel her firm young breasts pushing against his chest and as he tightened his hug Marie shifted her body slightly to press her mound against the front of his thigh.  Marv pulled his head back slightly to look into her beautiful face.  The pupils in Marie's brown eyes were huge as she looked up into his face.  You could definitely get lost in those eyes Marv thought pushing his leg firmly back against the warm mound between her legs.  Her left hand slid up to the back of his neck as she urged his head to bend  down bring his lips to her mouth. Marv parted her lips gently with his tongue, sliding it into the warm wetness of her mouth.  He heard her purr very softly deep in her throat and her tongue slid over the top of his and into his mouth as well.  Marv slowly moved his hands down over her ass cheeks until they reached the backs of her thighs.  He squeezed her thighs gently then slid his hands up under her shirt to cup her smooth ass cheeks.  As he pushed her cheeks together in his hands he moved his index fingers to gently probe the soft warmth of her pussy, feeling that the hair was already getting damp around the opening.  Marie responded to his touch with a moan and she began rubbing the front of her pussy up and down harder on his ridged thigh muscle.  Her tongue began a frantic thrusting into his mouth and he could feel her nipples harden against his thin tee-shirt.  Marv felt his prick filling up and begin moving up in his shorts.

	Marv pulled back slightly from the embrace and reached down to grasp the hem of Marie's long shirt, grinning at the words "Naughty Angel" embroidered on the front.  He pulled it up and over her head and dropped it to the floor behind her.  He ran his hands up and down her smooth ribs then down over her flaring hips and the tops of her thighs.  God, her skin felt so smooth, it was just like warm silk, he never got tired of just rubbing his hands over her body, it had been that way since he started making love to her when she was eleven.  He moved his hands towards each other, cupping her sweet young breasts and squeezing them while rubbing his thumbs over her hardening nipples.  Marie buried her face in his neck and she whispered words of love in French into his skin.  Her hands reached down and hooked the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down until they slid down over his thighs and pooled around his feet on the tiled floor.  He felt his hard prick press into her lower stomach, his balls rubbing on the coarse hair covering her pussy.  He loved that she was only an inch shorter than he, it made making love so much more interesting when all the parts lined up when they were both standing.  Her hands moved between their bodies and began stroking his balls, her long fingernails gently scratching on the fullness of his sack and the inside of his thighs.  Her right hand moved to the base of his prick and her soft fingers encircled it, squeezing it in rhythm to her tongue which had pushed back into his mouth.

	"I love the way you feel Pappa, so hard and so full.  Please I have to have you pushing hard inside of me cherie, I can't wait." Marie said breathlessly.  She broke away from his embrace and turning around leaned forward with her forearms down on the countertop, spreading her long legs into a wide stance and rising on her toes thrust her shapely young ass up towards him.


The Present - Australia

	Jim and Julie sat leaning back on the headboard on the bed in Amy's small, inexpensive hotel room just a few blocks from the harbor.  Amy sprawled out in the small chair pushed up against the far wall.  Amy had taken the modest room at the start of the mission, since she needed a place to be staying and a telephone number she could give to Mitchell.  She had spent every night there, and had only had scattered time with Jim and Julie onboard the boat when Mitchell was otherwise engaged.  Amy sighed gratefully slipping off her heels and wiggling her toes in relief as she propped her feet up on the foot board of the bed.

	"Five hours in 'fuck-me pumps' and panty hose is beyond the call of duty,"  the young girl moaned.

	Julie looked at her in amusement . "Hey just be glad you don't have to wear this 'matron' outfit;  you want to talk about confining."  Julie was referring to the wig and body thicking undersuit that she wore to age herself fifteen years.  

	With the dark blond wig and the subtle waist, hip and upper thigh padding - plus some good makeup work around the eyes, mouth and nose she could easily pass for a good looking woman in her early thirties.  This made her much more compatible with Jim (in his early forties) and less noticeable than the two of them together at her real age of sixteen.  Both girls complained that the person that designed the undersuit must have been a man since it took them a good five minutes to get it off so that they could pee.  Amy had suggested that they next version be designed "crotchless", a comment that created raised eyebrows on both Marv and Jim - and applause from Julie.  The one aspect of the part that both girls enjoyed playing was having the big diamond wedding ring on her left hand and being able to be openly affectionate with their father as the "wife".

	"And listen sister, that 'virgin' bit was world-class, great improvisation." Julie said with a big grin on her face.  "He went for it big time."

	"I thought his tongue was going to unroll and lay across the table," Jim added.  "From what I could see of his body language I would say he's now hooked for real."

	Jim and Julie had listened in on the dinner conversation between Mitchell and Amy via Amy's microphone and transmitter.  Both were built into the small medallion necklace that Amy wore.  The small microphone transmitted a weak signal up the chain where it was picked up by stronger transmitters in Amy's dangle earrings and transmitted to the receiver/transmitter in the "cell phone" that Jim wore on his belt.  Both Julie and Jim had micro-receivers in their left ears that were fed by the modified cell phone Jim wore. Julie had a backup modified cell phone in her purse to use if she and Jim became separated or Jim's system failed (which it never had).  The cell phones, while not able to function on public cell phone networks, had their own built-in transmitters and receivers and worked very well as walkie-talkies, although they had only about a mile range.  The medallion microphone had limited range as well, so speech over about four feet way was pretty faint, but for two people talking across a table it was perfect.   

	Mitchell had been evasive at first during their late dinner that night when Amy asked him about "mind-blowing document" he was going to show her. He had postponed showing her the paper as he had agreed to do the day before  and instead had taken her to a musical at a theater near the Opera House and then to this restaurant.  Amy urged him on with her big eyes as well as leaning forward over the table at appropriate times giving him a full view of her spectacular braless cleavage.  Finally toward the end of their dinner he confessed to her that the document wasn't hidden in a warehouse, it wasn't even in Sydney but in Melbourne where he had stashed it after leaving Canberra (the National Capital).  Amy immediately began withdrawing and acting cool towards the man, as though she was angry that he had led her on.  This seemed to make him desperate, he was so close to fucking this teenager he was just frantic to move to the final capture.

	"Look dearest, if you really want to see what I'm talking about you'll just have to come with me to Melbourne tomorrow morning, you can read the document I told you about and we can spend a few days down there.  I'll get us a suite at the Regent at the top of Collins Street and we can just relax for a bit and enjoy each other. You know they call that part of Collins Street the 'Paris' section of Melbourne because of all the fancy shops.  After that dull place you've been staying in here you'll love the Regent, it's the top hotel in Melbourne.  I really want to show you that paper, trust me you won't believe what the Yanks and the Aussie Government have cooked up, and I've got the proof."

	Mitchell was obviously raising the stakes.  Getting Amy alone in Melbourne, with no place to stay but with him, would definitely commit her to having sex with him.  Up until now the play had been more subtle, but here it was laid out in front of her. Fish or cut bait time she thought.  How could she make sure that he would show her the paper first? Somehow she needed to raise his interest level in getting her in bed to overwhelming; then she had an idea.

	Amy picked up her napkin off the table and began subtly twisting on it in her lap as though she were nervous. She lowered her eyes towards her lap, averting her gaze as she began speaking in a soft voice.  

	"Well Johnny, you know how much I like you and how attractive I find you.  I mean like you're a real man, not some kid.  I know men are more direct about what they want than the boys that I'm used to dating, but I just don't know if I'm ready for this or not.  I mean - I've ... well I've been dreaming my whole life about the kind of man that would be my first lover, and he needs to be someone special. Someone handsome and important."  Amy said softly, playing what she hoped was the trump card.

	Amy was making this up as she went, she had never before indicated to Mitchell that she was a virgin.  She hoped he would take the bait and find her even more irresistible as she looked up shyly at him from under her eyelashes.  She was right!  His eyes opened wide and his tongue briefly licked his lower lip.  Yes! The hook was truly set now.

	"Look Amy, I didn't realize that you were - Uh... you know, totally inexperienced with men.  That just makes it more important that you have your first  time with someone gentle and experienced like me.  I mean you don't want some bloke with no class just jumping on you and prodding away.  You need someone that will show you a good time, take you some place nice.  Someone that will pay attention to you as a woman."  Mitchell laid it on with false sincerity.  God, how he wanted to tear that silky dress off this stupid little sheila and fuck her right here on the table  'til her nose bled.  He'd do anything to get a his hands on those tits, look how they stood straight out with no bra - and a bloody virgin to boot!  Well he knew how to take care of that right enough, one quick shove of the old meat pole and that virgin business would be history.  He thought that telling her the letter was in a warehouse might keep her from wanting to see it, young ones like this normally avoided going to warehouses in the middle of the night.  This one on the other hand seemed keen to go anywhere to see the letter.  So he figured why not?  If he could just get her to Melbourne for a couple of days she was his.  Young girls like this, once you fucked them they automatically fell in love with you.  Of course if she saw the document - which it seemed like it would have to happen to get her knickers off - he'd have to find a way to get rid of her permanently.   Can't leave any bloody witnesses.  Well enough time for that after he had fucked her silly for a fortnight or so.  Then off to Jakarta for his ten million dollars, unless the Yanks and his Aussies came up with their ten million by the deadline.  Hey, maybe he should take her along to Indonesia, he could probably get old Sun Lim to sell her off to some wog for a pretty good price, no one would ever know where she went, he could get her a fake passport from his mate Bruce, where he got his.  Young stuff like her with those green eyes and those big tits - make a few more quid, buy a new Jag with it maybe.  He bet old Sun Lim would know just how to manage it, find a horny wog or Arab maybe that would pay top dollar.

	"Come on then dear, I'll drop you back at your hotel and book us on the eight-ten flight to Melbourne tomorrow morning.  Be ready to check out of your hotel by six-thirty, I'll come by and gather you up.  That will get us to the airport in plenty of time given the traffic and all."  Mitchell decided to just take charge and keep moving until she stopped him.

	"OK Johnny, if you think so.  I guess I can shop in Melbourne as well as here in Sydney, and that tiny hotel room of mine is getting a little old.  But, I need to know that I have the option for my own room if I decide I want it."

	"Of course love, but you won't need it.  Trust me."  Mitchell said taking her hands and looking meaningfully into her big green eyes.

	"Gag me" said Julie quietly from their table on the other side of the restaurant, subtly making a gesture with her finger toward her mouth behind her napkin as she wiped her mouth.  Jim was greatly amused.

	"So now what do we do Daddy, I mean Amy has got to follow through going to Melbourne.  Do we follow her or what?" Julie said softly, her napkin still shielding her mouth.

	"I'll make reservations for us on the same flight when we get back to the boat - up front of course.  We don't want to get too close, and I doubt if Mr. Mitchell is up to springing for First Class.  Let me give Marv a quick blind check-in call while you hit the ladies room sweetie, we're almost ten minutes late, but I didn't want to miss the last part of that conversation."

	Mitchell told the taxi driver to wait while he walked Amy into her hotel lobby and got a chaste kiss goodnight and another hand squeeze.  Getting back into the cab he thought to himself,  God, the sight of her stocking clad legs in that mini-dress as he helped her out of the door of the cab almost made him cum in his pants.  She had flashed her legs at him almost to the crotch.  He was going to have to go back to his hotel and toss-off, this was the hottest bitch he had ever been around.  And a sodding virgin besides.  It seemed impossible that no one had fucked  her sweet little quim before, but all the better for him.  This was one fuck he was going to take slow, he wanted to enjoy this one for a whole fortnight.  He would just bet all three holes on that bitch were virgin - well not for long he thought,  as he felt himself thicken in his pants.

	Mitchell started reviewing his plans in his mind as the cab drove through the mostly empty night time streets toward his hotel, he had to get his mind off that cunny of Amy's.  He still couldn't believe his luck at getting his hands on the document, it was a once in a lifetime chance to get smashing rich.  To have the chance to move out of his dead-end government position, one in which he would never be promoted because he wasn't from the right school or family.  His fellow Aussies were such hypocrites, they pretended to hate the British old boy system and the monarchy, but they were more pom than the British pommy bastards themselves.  Now, however, he had caught the Minister of Defence himself doing something incredibly stupid.  He also couldn't believe that anyone in the CIA, particularly the Director, would be dumb enough to write such a potentially explosive answering letter.  The letter was a three page original  - No Copies To Be Made - it said right on the top of the first sheet.  It was typed (not printed from a computer, since the heat of a laser printer would have ruined the paper) on that special classified document paper that would show light violet streaks if someone exposed it to the light of a copy machine, or even to the light of a flash on a camera.  It was a response to an earlier inquiry (obviously from Minister of Defence) on the possible use of bioweapons (biological toxins such as smallpox, anthrax or ebola) in a country with high population concentrations on a series of isolated islands such as Indonesia, a country long seen as a major military threat by the Australians.  The first page of the CIA Director's letter discussed the way in which bioweapons might be used, what toxins were effective and how to deploy them efficiently and estimated causalities. The second page, however, strongly advised against any plan to take this course of action, both from a legal and a moral standpoint, as well as rejecting any US involvement.  Instead the second page recommended a modernization of the infrastructure of the conventional Australian military forces.  Page three, which concluded the letter, was only a single sentence which read  "I have discussed this plan with the President and he and I are in complete accord that this is the way to proceed, we look forward to offering help in any manner that you deem appropriate."  Then it was signed by the Director of Central Intelligence (DCI) personally.  So when Mitchell had removed the second page, since the pages weren't numbered, it looked like the DCI was recommending (along with the US President) that Australia consider using bioweapons on Indonesia instead of what the letter really stated - rejecting the idea and recommending the building up of Australia's conventional forces.  If the Minister had been thinking he would have shredded the letter immediately after he read it.  Obviously in the hands of the military in Jakarta this letter could easily start a war between Australia and Indonesia.  Mitchell had offered it back to the Australian government for ten million US dollars, and if he didn't get an answer by the end of the month (in two weeks) he would offer it for sale to the more radical military forces in the new Indonesian government in Jakarta for the same amount.  Of course, he thought, maybe he could take the ten million from the government and still sell it to the Indonesians - double the income, but twice the risk.  He would have to just see how things developed, but the sudden doubling of his future wealth sexually excited him almost as much as that Yank bitch.

	He got out of the cab in front of his hotel and walked though the front doors and across the lobby towards the elevators.  There's just no way I can lose Mitchell thought to himself as he waited for the elevator, I have the original letter and there are no copies. It was hand-typed so there is no computer record either.  Outside of a few people in the Australian government only I know that a second page exists, and the Indonesians would never believe it if the government in Canberra tried to insist that there was a middle page - they had no copies, no proof.  He really hoped that the Aussies would buy it back though, he had no desire to stir up the Indonesians, but he would if he thought he could get away with it.  After all, he told himself, money was money and the DCI shouldn't have been so stupid as to write the letter and the Australian Minister of Defence shouldn't have been so stupid as to let the letter out of his sight.  He did lock it in his safe, but not where it was out of sight of Susan Swanson his personal secretary who also had the combination.  She was so terrified with what she read by accident on the first page (never getting to the second page) that she had confided in Mitchell (who had been cultivating her as a potential source of marketable information) and he had convinced her to get him the letter so that he could use it to "scare" the current government into abandoning their ideas of bioweapons.  It was her initial reaction when she read the letter that gave him the idea of removing the moderating second page.  Unfortunately he had to get rid of her in the end as well, a quick bullet between the eyes as she slept - no more Susan, tough loss.   Well maybe not too much of a loss, she really was a pathetic fuck, so stiff and proper - he had to slap her around a little to get some prick-sucking out of her.  Only accept cash, only fuck the young ones and never leave witnesses - those were his mottoes from now on.

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	A few miles away in a smaller tourist hotel Jim sat back against the head of the bed and enjoyed watching Amy lean back in the chair by the window as she raised her long, shapely legs up in the air and pulled off her panty hose.  When she had dropped them to the floor with a sigh of relief she reached behind her back and unbuttoned the two buttons on the top of her mini-dress and standing up let the silky dress side slowly down off her great looking body to the floor.  She bent over and picked up the dress then stood there wearing only her brief bikini panties and looking incredibly beautiful, she almost never wore a bra when she was out with Mitchell.  Jim had to admit (probably for the thousandth time) that her tits were magnificent.  He had never seen DD's stand straight out like that, Julie looked on with admiration as well.  Amy noticed them both staring at her chest and laughed putting her hands on her hips.

	" Well, what are you two staring at, you've seen these before I think.  I haven't grown a third one or anything have I?"

	"No honey, its just always awe inspiring when you first bring them out in the open like that," Jim commented.  He got off the bed and moved over to give her a long hug that included a back and forth rub of his chest on those great tits and a gentle kiss on her full lips along with a lingering rub on a panty covered ass cheek.

	"Don't either one of you start anything, I've got to get up in less than five hours and I still need to take a shower," Amy said firmly.  "Spending an evening with that slime ball leaves me feeling dirty all over.  It's as though his eyes leave tracks on my body like a snail or something."

	"Well, you're right baby, you've got to get some rest.  Julie and I have to get back to the boat anyway and get Marv up to speed before he worries himself to death.  Come on Julie, lets leave this 'soiled wench' to her devices.  We'll be staying at the Grand Hyatt in Melbourne Amy, it is only two blocks down Collins from the Regent, on the corner of Russell. That way if we have to meet it will be safer than trying to meet in your hotel or in the open.  There's an entrance to Hyatt from the shops on Collins Street, so you can go in to one of those like you are shopping, slip into the hotel and call us from the lobby.  Also our radios will work at that range as well.  That's the good part of them looking like cell phones, no one gets curious if they see you standing in a hotel lobby talking into a 'cell phone'.  See if you can get him to show you the letter before you check in the hotel, but then go to the hotel with him so you can have a private 'talk' with him in his room."

	Julie walked over to Amy and gave her a hug and a long, deep kiss as well, reaching up to squeeze one large breast in the process giving her nipple a gentle tweak.

	"See you tomorrow on the plane sister dear, I love you and you did great tonight.  Just be careful, remember this low-life traitor has already killed once that we know of; I don't think he'll hesitate to do it again."

	"I'll take care Julie honey, don't worry about me I can handle the smarmy bastard.  In the meantime you take Daddy home and give him a good hard fuck, the two of you need it - you know how distracted you both are when you're horny!"

	"You're one to talk," Julie grinned, gathering up her purse and slipping on her light coat.  The nights were starting to get cool toward the end of April in Sydney.   April in Sydney was a lot like October in LA since everything was six months different in the Southern Hemisphere, June in Australia was like December in the southern part of the US.  "Come on Daddy, the level of the conversation around here is degenerating."


Chapter 4

The Past - Washington

	Marv drove at top speed towards downtown DC, just blessing his lucky stars that he was against traffic at this time of day.  If it was morning the trip would have taken him the whole hour.  As it was it was almost twenty minutes since he had gotten Ricard's call that he pulled up in front of the building through which all the telephone calls in this area of the District, Northern Virginia and Maryland routed.  He parked in a No Parking Zone in front of the building and hurried up the front stairs and into the lobby.  He had no trouble spotting the security guard and after asking for "Mr. Chambers" was quickly escorted to the elevators and taken down several floors to a room filled with switching equipment where Bill Hartley and another FBI agent were hooking a large box into a maze of wires and terminals.

	"Hey buddy, how you doing?" Bill said his voice full of concern.

	"I'll be doing a lot better when I get my family back safely and see that bastard Ricard dead or behind bars for life."

	Bill could tell that Marv had started to recover from his initial shock and the best way to help him the rest of the way was to get him fully into a problem solving frame of mind.  He had always seen that with kidnaps, the most capable people - and most families of the victims were capable as well as wealthy - came to pieces when loved ones were in danger.  It was just the helplessness that they felt, they felt impotent and that was an unfamiliar feeling to most of the rich and powerful that were the targets of this kind of crime.  It was different in Marv's case of course, this was a revenge crime, not one for money, but Marv's feelings were identical - as one of the top technical people in the CIA Marv wasn't used to feeling powerless. Bill introduced Marv to the other agent, Steve Parker, and then started explaining the approach they were going to take.

	" OK, we have the new tracer hooked to your home phone line.  When a call comes in the portable computer here (Bill pointed to a box the size of a small suitcase) starts searching the database as each number is recognized.  You know how we indent a call one number at a time by trying the possibilities and seeing which lines are active and which signals match the incoming call?  Well this box does it quicker by searching the list of available numbers removing all numbers that don't fit the digits as soon we indent them, then we only check the possibilities that remain.  In our case today we can eliminate a whole slew of numbers right up front by knowing the approximate location the bastard is using by the time from the snatch to the call.  So after we match the number we can get a cross listing of the address and the subscriber name pretty quick from the start of the call; I would guess around a minute instead of the usual five or six normally required to do a trace."

	"But Bill, how do I get to the location quickly after we indent the caller address?  I mean I have to stay on the line or Ricard will get suspicious, I have been trying to figure that out on the whole trip up here.  And I can't  just wait until he is done talking, the damage to my family will have been done before I can get to him - and he might just split with Chantel and Marie as soon as he hangs up the phone."

	"That's where Steve comes in Marv, he will drive you to Arlington now, close to your house - we know Ricard is somewhere in your neighborhood.  I have a bag phone here that has been reprogrammed with your home number so when he calls you'll answer the phone in the car and Ricard will think you are still at your house, I'll have a parallel ring here.  When I get the address I'll contact Steve on the radio and give it to him, he'll head to the address right away while you are still talking.  You should be able to get to where he is holding Chantel and Marie within twenty minutes from the start of the call.  Steve is local, he knows Arlington like the back of his hand, that's one reason I chose him to help out.  Also I put a very close talking mouth piece on the phone, you'll have to hold it right up against your mouth, but it won't pickup any background noise from the car or the radio."

	"Shit Bill, you have thought of  everything, for the first time since I saw my front door kicked-in I have hope that I will get them back unharmed.  I don't know how to thank you, both of you - you can't know how much this means to me, how lost I've felt.  I mean, when someone you love is in danger you just want to rush in and save them, but I don't know how to find them.  Thanks again, let's just pray this will work."

	"Hey, thank us when both of them are home safe and sound, have us out to dinner some Saturday night.  Let Chantel fill us full of some of that great Cajun shrimp gumbo I remember so well.  For now you guys need to get on the road, you can use the light and siren most of way, but it will still take some time.  Have you got a piece?"

	"Damn it, no I didn't even think of that, I really didn't think of much it seems - I just left my car outside in a Tow Away Zone it is probably gone by now."

	"Don't worry, I had one of the guards put a Police Business card on the dash, you can take my .38 and Steve has his .357 as well.  Now both of you get out of here, Steve knows how to operate all the equipment, you're just along for the ride until Ricard calls," Bill said.  He handed over his belt clip holster containing his .38 caliber Chief's Special to Marv.   Marv and Steve headed towards the elevators as Bill continued to check his connections in preparation for the fateful call.

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	Back across the Potomac in the dingy auto shop in Arlington Lamar and Paulie had begun their sexual enjoyment of Chantel.  The two men had played this game before, but always with some hooker or crack-head teenager that they grabbed on a street corner and threw into the van.  They hadn't had a shot at something this classy before and they planned to take their time with her and enjoy it.  Lamar put his big hand on the back of Chantel's head, his fingers twisted into her long blond hair.  As he pulled her head towards him he grabbed her chin in his other hand and forced her mouth open pushing the huge head of his prick through her spread lips and into her mouth.

	"Suck on me bitch, use your tongue on the underneath and make it feel real good.  Bite me and I'll kill your brat, I will sure enough."

	Chantel's mouth was stretched wide open by the size of his massive prick, she could hardly get a breath. Her jaws felt like they would break.  The gamy taste of his sweaty prick made her gag and she was afraid she was going to be sick.

	"Come on cunt, suck it or I'll shove it down your motherfucking throat.  I guarantee you won't like that."

	She closed her mouth around him as best she could and started sliding her tongue back and forth on the underneath side of his massive rod.  She began to desperately suck on the head of his big cock, she couldn't risk doing anything to anger these two, they would take it out on Marie.  Lamar seemed to like what she was doing with her tongue since he stopped complaining and started jacking off in rhythm with her sucking.  Meanwhile, Paulie had dropped to his knees and was sucking on her left nipple while he squeezed and twisted on her right breast that filled his left hand.  He too was jacking off with his right hand, and she could see his large dark shiny prick out of the corner of his eye.  She felt his left hand suddenly leave her breast and thrust up under her skirt, pushing between her thighs.  Instinctively she clamped her thighs tightly together to block his hand.  He immediately bit down hard on the nipple he had in this mouth. 

	"Spread them legs bitch or I'll bite this here motherfuckin nipple clean off." He mumbled, his mouth still on her nipple.

	Chantel tried to scream from the pain of his teeth biting on her nipple, but the massive prick in her mouth effectively blocked any sound.  In desperation she opened her legs and immediately felt his big hot hand slide up her smooth thighs to grab at her pussy.   He pulled roughly at the crotch of her panties, loosening them. His finger quickly twisted under the edge of her panties and pushed through her pussy hair and roughly up into her still dry opening.

	"You a little dry up here bitch," he said, taking his mouth off her nipple.  "I'll just have to get you a little slippery for my man Lamar here so he can shove that big hunk of prick up you. He can't never get any satisfaction from a blow job, he's just too big for any woman to really suck good.  Right Lamar?"

	"She got her a good tongue Paulie, but you right, I'll need to have some of that sweet pussyhole pretty quick.  You just wet her up for me bro, I'll save her asshole for you.  Wouldn't be no good after I finished with it anyway." He added with a nasty chuckle.

	Chantel felt overcome with despair, he would kill her if he put that huge prick up inside of her, no woman could take something that size she thought it would push the cap of her cervix up into her womb.  As she continued to suck on Lamar's prick hoping to make him cum she felt the other thug's finger pumping in and out of her abused cunt.  Against her will her body started responding to the invading finger by lubricating.  Paulie too felt the slippery fluids start to coat her cunt walls and pulled his big finger out of her pussy and brought it to his mouth. He looked Chantel in the eyes as his pink tongue came out of his mouth and licked slowly on the finger moistened with her pussy fluids.

	"Lamar, you ought to taste this pussy!  This is real quality, 'table meat' for sure.  And the hair on her pussy is so soft it feels like silk, yeah this is top drawer stuff all right. " Paulie said with a laugh.

	Lamar started laughing as well, " 'Table meat'.  Shit Paulie, you crack me up.  Let's get her up on the 'table' then I'll give her the 'meat'.  If I'm going to fuck this bitch I need her spread out flat where she has a chance of taking at least half of my pecker."

	"Hey Mr. R. is it OK with you if Lamar and I move her over to the bench there and spread her out?" Paulie asked, turning to look at Ricard still sitting on the edge of the workbench-like table.

	"Fine with me mon amis, just make sure that she is well tied - and make sure little Marie here can watch her Mamma get fucked.  That way she will know what is going to happen to her in a few minutes." He added with a sadistic grin glancing over at Marie who sat white-faced and stunned looking in the straight-backed chair.

	Paulie got to his feet, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his sweat pants and shorts.  He reached down and pulled a large switch blade knife from the pocket of his sweats and pushed the button that released the seven inch blade.  Walking around the back of the chair to which Chantel was tied he cut the rope holding her.

	"Come on bitch, lets get you over to the table and spread open. We'll see how big your cunt can stretch for Lamar here.  Try anything funny and I'll take this blade and cut the brat's throat, then yours."

	Lamar stepped back, pulling his prick out of Chantel's mouth with a satisfied grunt.  He too stepped out of his pants and shorts. He reached down and helped Paulie haul the dazed woman to her feet and led her over to the long table.  When they reached the table Paulie reached down the with his knife and stuck it inside of the top of her skirt slicing through the waistband and causing it to drop to the floor, leaving Chantel standing there in her tattered blouse and bikini panties.  Lamar reached over and ripped off the remnants of her blouse while Paulie used his knife on the side of her panties as well, cutting through the waist band and causing them to slide down round her ankles.  She stood in the shabby room under the florescent lights completely naked, sobbing softly her head hanging, her knees weak and her body trembling.

	The two men pushed her roughly down of the top of the table tying her hands to opposite ends of the table with her ass at the other end leaving her legs hanging off the edge.  After she was secured the three men stood at the edge of the table looking down at the helpless woman stretched out with her arms spread.  Her large white breasts heaved as she breathed deeply, trying to get her breath back from being partially suffocated by Lamar's oversized prick, her nipples hard in the cool air.  Her mound stood slightly raised at the top of  her long legs, a patch of soft, silky blond hair surrounding the top and sides of her pussy lips.  Paulie picked up her ankles and walked around the side of the table pulling her legs up until her knees were back toward her shoulders, tying her legs back with a rope passing under her knees. Her legs being bent back at that extreme angle provided an unobstructed view of her pussy and hairless little asshole between her spread thighs and ass cheeks.  Lamar walked over to where Marie was tied in her chair and picked her up, chair and all, and set her just a few feet away from the edge of the table where she would have a clear view of what he was about to do to Chantel.  Marie never moved or made a sound, she just continued to stare at her Mamma with enormous eyes, her face still stark white with shock.

	"Anybody mind if I take a few licks of this fine lookin' pussy before I shove this big guy in her, I'd like to taste what Paulie calls 'table meat' anyway," Lamar laughed, moving toward Chantel.  The other two men moved closer to table on either side of the huge thug, obviously enjoying the sight of her helpless pussy spread open and displayed so obscenely.  Paulie and Lamar continued to stroke their hard pricks as they gazed at the helpless woman spread out in front of them.

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	Marv and Steve Parker sped down the shoulder of the HOV lane of I-395 leaving the District and heading towards Marv's house in Arlington.  They had the siren and portable bubble light on, they would have to turn it off when they got close to their exit, but for now it was melting the traffic in front of them like butter.

	"So Bill told me that you two were involved with this guy Ricard in New Orleans ten years ago when that mess went down with the SAC (Special Agent in Charge) of the FO (FBI Field Office)." Steve said, turning slightly towards Marv as he spoke.  "I hadn't joined the Bureau yet, but I heard that the op turned into a real goat fuck - I mean people still talk about it, but only in private and only after a few beers." He hoped getting Marv to talk a bit might just relax him a little.   He was so tense that he looked like he might explode any second.

	Marv was silent for a few minutes, remembering what had started him in this vendetta with Ricard.

	 "Yeah, well it was a typical 'Cajun Family Man' scenario.  Your guys had been going after him pretty hard for about a year, and the investigation was starting to effect his business.  So one day while the SAC, his name was Bruce Maxon, was out working the case interviewing witnesses someone comes by his house and cuts his wife's throat.  They leave her naked on the floor of their living room in a pool of blood with the knife stuck up between her legs.  That's how Maxon finds her when he comes home that night.  Well the SAC goes crazy, he was three years away from retirement, he and his wife had been married for over thirty years.  It was just he and the wife, they never had any kids.  Now he knows it's got to be Ricard's work, and so he drives down to the Quarter and finds him at his club.  He busts in and draws down on him with his piece and two of Ricard's bodyguards shoot him eight or nine times.  He still gets a round off though and hits Ricard in the arm."

	"Jesus, so what happens to Ricard?  I mean do they arrest him for the wife's murder or what?"

	"No, there's no proof that Ricard had anything to do with it, and he had a flock of witnesses, including two off-duty New Orleans police officers, to say that he was at the club all day.  Of course there's no way that Ricard or his men could be arrested for killing Maxon either - it was clearly self-defense.  In fact Ricard's lawyer contacts the Bureau and threatens to sue them for Maxon violating Ricard's civil rights since Maxon shot him with a government piece and had been investigating him so it was official duty.  Well, that got put away pretty quick, but the Director himself told the New Orleans FO to get Ricard in jail somehow, some way, no matter what resources they had to use or how long it took."

	"But how did the CIA get involved?  I mean you were already working for the Agency then right?"

	"Yeah, 1978, I had been there about a year at that time.   I was working in the technology lab.  We had just developed a very small transmitter and microphone that we could hide by actually surgically attaching it to the skin under a someone's hair.  The Feebs (the CIA word for FBI agents) came to us and asked us to wire this girl that Ricard was trying to seduce and see if we could get some info on what he was doing with some of the city government people.  The idea was to try to convict him under the new RICO (racketeering) laws.  Anyway that's where I met Chantel, she had basically been 'sold' by her family to Ricard.  She was only seventeen - Ricard always liked them young and they had to be virgins - and he was putting the serious moves on her.  He needed to 'seduce' her, he always thought he was the big stud that no woman could resist.  Anyway it was just a matter of time according to the new SAC before this woman would give in and then Ricard would fuck her for a month or so then get rid of her - probably permanently.  So the idea was to convince her to wear the transmitter and get the goods on Ricard then the Bureau would put her into the WitPro (witness protection) program.  So anyhow, since the equipment was pretty new and temperamental the Director had a talk with my boss and I got temporarily assigned to the FBI task force to help get the goods on Ricard.  It was sort of shaky from a legal standpoint, CIA people are prohibited from working on domestic cases, so I was sworn into the FBI for the duration of the op.  As far as I know I am the only person ever to work for the Bureau and the Agency at the same time."

	"I sure never heard of anyone doing it before, like you know we almost never even work together, the old government turf issue."

	"Well no matter, turf or not, I was working out of the task force when I met Chantel for the first time.  They brought her in during the middle of the night and told her what her future would be with Ricard and how they could protect her if she would wear the wire.  She was terrified of him of course, and would have done anything to get away from him, but we couldn't let her split until we had the goods on him.  So I was assigned to teach her how to wear the wire and brief her on what kinds of info we needed and how to keep from getting caught and all that stuff.   The first time I touched her hair, just to see how it would cover the transmitter, I think I fell in love with her.  Just to look into those scared big brown eyes and hear her talk with that soft Cajun-French accent made my heart pound.  I was terrified that Ricard would find out that she was wearing our wire and kill her straight out."

	"But you had to send her in anyway right?  I mean it was the only chance to get the goods on the guy.  I mean someone with no family that she cared about, someone that the Bureau could protect.  With all the pressure you must have been getting from the Hoover (what the field agents called FBI Headquarters since it was in the J. Edgar Hoover Building) you had no choice but to send her in."

	"Sure and that was the rub.   I knew she was our best chance to nail Ricard, but I was terrified that they would catch her by finding the wire and that would make it my fault.  The other problem was that I had to listen to all the talk while she was alone with Ricard, I mean every time they went to bed and he had sex with her I had to listen to him breathing in her ear, talking to her.  I heard him take her for the first time - I heard her crying herself to sleep that night and almost every other night after that.  I basically lived her life with her day and night.  What made it so bad was that I couldn't get her out 'till we got the goods on Ricard.   I only saw her once or twice a week when she got away for an hour or so to 'shop' or something.  Then I would check the bug and change the batteries.  She knew after the first time that I did it that I was in love with her, she must have been able to see it in my eyes.  The second time she came out she kissed me and told me that she loved me too and that knowing that I was there, listening and 'protecting' her was the only thing that kept her from killing herself.  That made it even worse, we weren't really protecting her, we were using her - me worst of all.  If we were really protecting her we would have gotten her out right away."

	"So how long was she on the inside before you guys got what you needed?"

	"It seemed like five years to both of us, but it was only about three weeks.  We finally got him on tape talking on the phone from the bed when he thought she was sleeping.  His phones were all scrambled and he changed numbers twice a week, he had a strong contact at the phone company, probably someone else he had intimidated by threatening their family.  He never suspected a wire on a naked woman.  That night he talking on the phone about killing this judge's daughter, and he told the guy arranging the snatch that he wanted be there personally to supervise the action since the girl was only fourteen and supposed to be really good looking cheerleader type and he wanted a quick fuck before she was killed.  No sense 'burying a cherry for the worms to get' he joked with the other guy.   We staked the place out and caught them bringing the girl into a warehouse locked in the trunk of a car.  The agents and the cops had to move quick to make sure the girl was safe and we couldn't get him in the act of murder or attempted murder but with the tape recording - plus the fact that he was threatening a judge - we got his lawyer to plead him out on a RICO charge, that got him twenty-five to life in Angola."

	"But its only been - what, ten years?"

	"Yeah, I know, some asshole parole board - probably Ricard had the fix in - let him out at ten years on good behavior - what a joke.  We had figured since he was put away it would be safe for Chantel and I to get married and move to DC and start a family.  I have been in the technical end of the business ever since, that was my first and last field duty."

	Marv sat silently for a minute then turned to Steve.  "I haven't told this story to many people Steve, so I would appreciate you keeping it to yourself."

	"Hey, no problem man. Shit, what a deal the two of you went through.  I can see why you're so shook up at this bastard having your wife and daughter.  Trust me man, we'll get him and this time he'll do a LNP (life with no parole).  The FBI owes him for Maxon too, and we never forget one of our own."

	By this time the men had reached the off-ramp to Marv's house. They turned off the siren and put away the roof-top portable light.  They cruised slowly towards Marv's house, waiting for the phone to ring, but dreading it as well.

Chapter 5  

The Present - California

	Marv stood in the small galley looking at Marie, now completely naked, leaning over the counter top, her forearms resting on the tiled surface, her back slightly arched as she raised up on her toes pushing her shapely ass up towards him.  He could see her breasts flattened out on the tiles, pushing out on the sides of her chest.  He moved his gaze back again to her beautiful ass.  She stood with her legs spread wide bouncing a little on her toes, looking at him over her shoulder, a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye, her black hair tumbling down her back and over her shoulder to pool on the counter top.  He could see the moisture glistening on her pink slit, her thick black curly hair surrounding the partially open lips.  Marv's prick surged, swelling in response to the sight in front of him, a drop of precum glistening on the head.  He grasped the bottom of his shirt pulling it up and over this head and dropped it to the floor.  Now totally naked too he walked up behind Marie and grasping her narrow waist pushed his stiff prick up inside her up to the hilt in a single hard, well aimed thrust as he pulled her hips sharply backwards into him with a loud smack.  He heard her gasp in pleasure as she began pushing back into him as he started his thrusting.  She raised her arms and chest and put her palms flat on the wall at the back of the counter, using her arms to push back into him as he thrust forward deep inside of her hot, wet tunnel.  As Marv quickened his thrusting he moved his hands up from her waist and reached up under her to grasp her large breasts that were swinging back and forth in time with his hard fucking.

	"AhhhhhhhhhhPappa, that's so good, push it hard inside me, fuck me cherie, fuck me, fuck your little Marie.  Fuck me deeper, deeper.  Squeeze my tits, harder Pappa, harder - pull on them, that feels so good. Ahhhhhhh I love that mon Pere (my father)."

	Marv reveled in the way it felt to be able to push so hard on her pumping ass, when she pushed back as he thrust forward he felt like he was going to push his prick out her mouth he was in so far.  The head of his prick banged on her cervix on every stroke. He could feel his balls swinging up to brush her pussy hair as he bottomed out on each in-stroke, the sound of this groin smacking on her ass filled the room.

	"I love to fuck you Marie, your pussy is so hot and wet.  I love the way your tits fill my hands, your nipples are so hard.  Fuck your Pappa baby, come on baby shove that pretty pussy back on my hard prick.  God this is so good. You are such a great fuck."

	Marv felt himself beginning to get close, his balls tightened up and he felt the fluttery feeling in the end of his prick as it swelled up inside of her tight little teenaged cunt.  No other woman could ever feel this good, he had been fucking her for eight years and it was still as good as the first time.  She had been great at every stage of her physical development, from hairless pussy and flat-chested to her current voluptuous body and every shape in between.  He moved his left hand from her tit and grabbed a handful of her full dark hair at the nape of her neck.  Twisting his hand in her hair he pulled her head up and back towards him as he felt himself begin to fill her pussy tunnel with his hot cum.

	"OhhhhhfuckmePappa, fuckmehard, make me your good little girl, fill me with your hot cum, ohhhhhhplease shoot it in me, rideme, fuck me hard, fuckme, give me your hot cum up my cunt." Marie moaned as she began to cum in time with his spurting prick, her back arching as he pulled her head back towards him.

	He stayed buried in her as she collapsed forward onto the counter top breathing heavily from her own orgasm.  In a minute she pulled slowly off his still hard prick as she stood upright.  Marie turned around and kissed her Father deeply, her hard nipples pressing against his chest.  Breaking the kiss she slipped to her knees in front of him, closed her eyes and reached up and took his prick into her mouth, licking off the cum mixed with her cunt juices from his still hard member.  Amy and Julie had told her about doing this to their Daddy, but this was the first time she had the courage to try it.  She had never taken her Pappa's prick in her mouth before, it had scared her to think about it after what she had gone through with the black man and witnessing what was happened to her Mamma.

	Marv stood very still, amazed at what Marie was doing to him.  He knew how traumatized she was with the idea of sucking on his prick.  But, here she was doing it.  He gently put his hands on the top of her head, softly stroking her hair and whispering words of encouragement and love to her.  Marie continued to suck and lick on his throbbing prick.  One hand began stroking the hard shaft as the other began touching his balls with just her finger nails. This was one of his greatest fantasies come true.  He had just given up on the idea of her ever getting into oral sex with him and contented himself with fucking only.  He was so excited that he was about to cum for the second time in just a few minutes.

	"Oh my little pretty baby girl, it feels so wonderful for you to love on me like this with your mouth.  It makes me so hard and so hot. Ohhhhbaby suck on it just like that, ohhhhhbaby I'm going to cum."  

	Marv tried gently to move her off his prick, it might be too much to cum in her mouth, it might scare her off for good.  But Marie pushed his hand away and opening her throat like Amy had told her about pushed down all the way on his stiff prick with a swallowing motion until her nose rested in his curly black pubic hair while she breathed deeply through her nose.  Marv felt himself starting to cum, his little girl was deep throating him! Sucking his prick!  He felt the first spurt come out and hit on the back of her throat.  It was wonderful, a fantasy come true.  He had always wanted her to do this but never had the nerve to ask after what she had witnessed happening to her mother.  

	"AhhhhhhhGod that is wonderful baby, suck it hard, I'm cumming in your mouth. Godddddd take it down your throat." He could feel his cum blasting into her soft hot mouth.  It felt like he would never stop cumming as her tongue kept licking and rubbing with her wet mouth sucking hard on his erupting prick.

	When he had finished shooting his cum into her hot wet mouth he put his hands under her arms and gently lifted her to her feet, putting his mouth on hers and kissing her deeply.  He could taste his cum still on her tongue and that excited him.  He reached behind her, bending over slightly, picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the small galley and into the small bedroom that opened off the control center where they often spent the night when an operation was underway.  He lowered her to the bed and lay down beside her.  He gathered her into his arms and reached down to pull the soft wool blanket up over both of them.  Holding her in his arms, her face pressed into his neck, he felt her breathing become soft and regular; then he too began to drift off into a warm, golden sleep.

The Present - Australia

	Jim and Julie left the hotel lobby and quickly found a taxi to take them back to the harbor area where the Pappillion was docked.  While they were in the taxi they kept up a "married couple" chatter.  Except when they were sure they were alone and had swept the area for bugs they never came out of character with their legend ( a tradecraft word for the characters and story line they were living and the paperwork that went with the characters).  When they reached the boat Jim went immediately to the hidden room off the master salon to check in with Marv while Julie, using the phone line that had been brought aboard when they docked, called QANTAS airlines to make reservations for the morning flight to Melbourne.  It was no problem getting the two first class seats.  Julie moved to the master bedroom and began packing for herself and Jim.  She also packed some clothes and other things for Amy in case the stay was prolonged and Amy could get away from Mitchell.  Amy only had enough with her at the hotel to convince someone she was a young tourist on vacation. Julie knew that Amy would be pissed if she had to live with only those outfits for an extended period of time.  They had also brought Amy's 9mm Browning BDM pistol and silencer back from the hotel with them since she couldn't  take it with her to Melbourne.  She would have to rely on her martial arts skills if things turned rough.  If she was going to share a room with Mitchell it would too dangerous for her to have her weapon with her where he might find it while she was out shopping or even showering - that thought made Julie shudder, imagine having to get naked and showering in that slimeball's room.

	When she took Amy's Browning, along with her own, from inside her purse to pack them in the transport case she got a brief whiff of the faint odor of gun oil.  The distinctive smell gave her a flashback to the hours that they had all spent on the firing range on opeartions level of Marv's house.  None of the three of them had ever fired a pistol before and she remembered being very intimidated by the black and brushed aluminum automatic that Rick Jackson, Marv's firearms instructor, handed her.  It seemed so heavy and awkward in her hand when she first held it.  His explanation of the operation of the pistol was just lost on her, single action, double action, pistol, revolver, up the pipe - none of those words made any sense.  Now she understood exactly what every word meant and why they were so important.  She knew that the Browning BDM was unique because the type of action could be set with a twist screw on the side of the slide.  In one position the pistol would operate single action like a normal Lugar action pistol, each shot re-cocked the hammer for the next shot requiring only a short trigger pull.  Or the BDM could be set into a "revolver" mode where it was double action, a shot did not re-cock the hammer so the next trigger pull cocked the hammer first then released it - a much longer trigger pull just like a standard revolver.  Rick explained to them that this mode was very desirable when they were shooting and then moving to a new position before shooting again, it was much safer to be running around over uneven terrain, possibly in the dark, with an un-cocked weapon than one that was cocked and in single action mode.  She learned that "plus one up the pipe" meant that the clip held fifteen rounds and that one additional bullet could be chambered (up the pipe) along with the full clip - giving the pistol a total of sixteen 9mm rounds when fully loaded.  She became quite attached to the Browning, it was less than two pounds in weight and only one and a quarter inches thick and about seven inches in length.  The thin grip fit her hand well and she could put all sixteen rounds inside the two inch diameter circle over the heart of the target silhouette at fifty meters.  Amy was almost as good and Jim was - according to Rick -  "just fucking spooky"  with his accuracy - even out to a hundred meters.  All three of them could completely strip the pistol and reassemble it in under a minute as well as being deadly accurate with the weapon, day or night, since the Browning BDM came with excellent night sights.  They all trained with all three pistols since the occasion might arise were one of them might have to shoot with someone else's weapon.  She finished storing the pistols - along with Jim's - and the silencers in the case, which also held their satellite communication gear, when she heard the door to the communications room forward open and shut.

	Jim came into the master bedroom to fill Julie in on his conversation with Marv.  He had changed into a short robe and poured a couple of brandies from the small bar on one side of the spacious room.  He put on a new Grover Washington, Jr. CD and started the first track, Midnight in Manhattan.  Jim told Julie that Marv had been surprised that they were going to Melbourne, he didn't think that Mitchell would backtrack, particularly on an airplane where the government might find him.  One way to insure that the letter got returned was to grab Mitchell and sweat the location out of him. Of course as long as Jim and the girls had a string on him the Minister of Defence would prefer to play it out with no government involvement to get the letter before they grabbed him. Also the Minister was eager to limit any knowledge of the letter to the very few that were currently read in.   But they agreed that on a internal flight like this Mitchell need only show the minimum of identification and he probably had some in another name.  Marv accessed the QANTAS computer while they were talking and sure enough there was a reservation for a Ms. Amy Prentiss (Amy's legend name)  but on the airline record she was traveling with a John McCall (which was the name he had been using with Amy), not a John Mitchell.  They were in seats 14 H and J.  He also found Mr. and Mrs. Williams (Jim and Julie) in 2 A and B.

	Marv was pretty comfortable with them following Amy and Mitchell and felt that they could protect Amy with no problem.  He had told Jim that the Australians were willing to pay the ten million if they could be sure they got the letter, but they had a strong belief that Mitchell would take the money and still try to sell the letter to the Indonesians.  They wanted the letter and Mitchell out of the picture permanently - and they wanted the letter before he could leave the country.  Marv would also have one of his security people in Australia come over the baby-sit the Pappallion while they were in Melbourne, there was too much sensitive communications and computer gear to leave Pappillion unattended for any length of time.  

	"Daddy, why is QANTAS always spelled in uppercase letters, and why isn't there a 'U' after the 'Q' like in other words that start with a 'q'?" Julie said, totally off the point.

	"Well actually Julie, QANTAS isn't a word, it is an acronym.  It stands for Queensland and Northern Territories Airline Service.  The airline started many years ago as a regional carrier between Queensland and the Northern Territories.  It just grew over the years to become the national airline of Australia, now they just go by the initials."  Julie looked disappointed with the simple answer.

	Julie had been spending the time while Jim was telling her about the conversation with Marv getting out of her matron outfit.  Now she was standing naked in the middle of the bedroom vigorously rubbing all over her body with a large fluffy bath towel.

	"God, I hate not being able to scratch for hours, I can't understand why we have to go through wearing all of these disguises and you just lounge around in comfortable clothes looking handsome and relaxed."

	Jim just sat back with a big grin on his face and watched the beautiful blonde teenager briskly rubbing her naked body with the big towel.  He was really enjoying the show, Julie was truly a beautiful girl he thought to himself, with her tanned body and tiny patch of curly white-blond hair atop her prominent pink-lined mound.  She also had beautiful young tits, nice sized and sporting up-tilted pointy light pink nipples.  She had the broad shoulders and small ass of a swimmer, which she was - Olympic caliber he kept reminding himself. She was giving up her shot at the 2000 Games to be held right here in Sydney to be with he and Amy.  Watching her as she moved across the room to pick up her brandy from the bar where he had set it he realized the Amy had been right, he was horny - and his prick was rising as he sat there.  When she got to the bar she bent over to get her robe from the low cabinet shelf.  As she bent over her little pussy protruded from between her thighs.  Jim admired her hairless slit and small ass.  The way she looked in that pose she could have been thirteen - it reminded him of looking a Amy at that age.  The thought brought his prick to full attention.   Well he though, no sense wasting a natural resource like Julie, especially since she was already naked and he already had a throbbing hardon.

	"Come over here baby girl and Daddy will scratch your itches for you." Jim said with a fake leer on his face.

	"That's the best invitation I've had all day.  I've got this one itch up inside me in a really funny place, you think you have something that might reach it for me Daddy?" Julie said innocently, dropping her robe on the floor and walking over and sitting down on Jim's lap. She reached inside of his robe and grasp his hard prick in her cool, soft hand.  Positioning her thumb to rub on the head of his prick she began lightly stroking her fingers up and down the length of his shaft.

	"Well you just keep stroking that guy and we can sure find out little girl.  By the way Marv said something strange at the end of our conversation.  He told me to tell you and Amy that Marie thanked you for the suggestion and that it worked fine and he just loved it and so did she.  What the hell was she talking about?"

	"Come here with that hard prick of yours Daddy and I'll show you,"  Julie said as she slid off his lap to kneel between his spread legs.  She took his balls gently in one hand and leaning forward slid his prick deep into her mouth with a satisfied purr.

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	The phone next to her bed rang.  It's got to be the middle of the night Amy thought, she couldn't have been asleep for more than an hour or so.  She fumbled for the damn thing - it was even more annoying since it made that funny double ring.  Why the hell couldn't the damn thing just ring like a real phone.  When she finally picked it up she heard Julie's voice on the other end.

	"This is your wake-up call Ms. Prentiss, it's five-fifteen."

	"I swear Julie, you're enjoying this way too much.  Are you sure it's really five-fifteen?  You're the one that never wants to wake up." Amy said suspiciously.

	"Yes honey, it really is.  Daddy and I just got up, and I feel really awake and quite bright-eyed - and well fucked by the way.  He's in the shower and I'm about to go make some coffee.  Sorry it's so early sister dear, but at least you can sleep on the plane and that way you won't have to talk with the sleaze."

	"That's a comforting thought.  I only wish I wasn't thinking about having to have sex with him.  It makes me a little sick to my stomach to think about him touching me and having to pretend to enjoy it instead of ripping his dick off and sticking it in his ear."

	"I know honey, maybe we can get the letter before you get put in that situation.  We just need to play it along and do what we have to do to get that letter.  If it's as bad as Marv has told us it is a lot of innocent people could get killed if we don't stop the son-of-a-bitch before he leaves the country.  And remember what he did to that poor secretary in Canberra, shot her in the forehead and dumped her in a rubbish bin - we owe him for Susan Swanson as well."

	"You're right Julie, I'm just acting like a kid, this is business and I'll do what needs to be done to get that letter and get him dead.  If I have to fuck him I will, but it will be his last piece of ass on this earth - that I guarantee you."

	"I just heard the shower stop, I've got to get going.  Before I forget though, Marie must have gone down on Marv last night, Marv told Daddy to thank us for our 'advice' to Marie."

	"That's just great Julie, that was the last thing standing between her and Marv from that terrible day ten years ago.  I'm really glad she's working through it finally.  Did you guys get on my flight?"

	"We did honey, we are in 2A and B, you'll see us when you get on, you're back in row 14 in an aisle and window.   I packed some stuff for you in my suitcase, you must be tired of those three outfits and jeans by now."

	"I owe you big sister, this tourist teen routine is confining when it comes to wardrobe, just be sure to bring my Browning as well - I may need it."

	"Don't worry, Daddy had already arranged for the courier service, all our BDMs and the satellite radio transmitter will be delivered in the case to the Hyatt, they'll actually get to Melbourne before we do."  

	Whenever they traveled by commercial airliner they shipped their weapons by a special courier that Marv had arranged.  They could have gotten special permission to carry their weapons aboard, but it might call attention to them and certainly didn't fit with their legends.

	"So Miss Bright-eyes/bushy tail did I understand you to say that you did take care of Daddy last night."

	"Yes dear, I gave him a good reason to sleep well last night, I know I did."

	"That's great Julie, I'm looking forward to when the three of us can be together for a whole night I really miss you guys."

	"Me too honey, I'm off, see you on the plane."

	"Bye sister dear, kiss Daddy for me - a kiss with a lot of tongue please."

	Julie went into the galley and found that  Jim had beat her to it and had coffee already perking and was pouring some orange juice for them.  He told her that the car for airport would be there by seven and she had best get showered and dressed, they would get fed on the plane.  She paused at the entrance to the galley and just enjoyed the view.  Jim stood naked by the counter, filling the glasses.  What a hunk she thought for the thousandth time.  He was deeply tanned and the hair on his legs and chest was bleached golden by the sun.  No time for playing with Daddy this morning she thought sadly, she would be glad when the mission was over and she and Amy could have all of him they wanted.

	"So, back in the padding for me I guess.  Next time Amy gets to be the wife and I want to play the teenager."

	"Well at least you don't have to sit next to Mitchell all the way to Melbourne - Mrs. Williams."

	"I know Daddy, and I love being your wife in public as well as in private. I'm worried for Amy though, what if she has to go through with sleeping with that scumbag?  I mean I would hate for her to have to do that, I mean he is so smarmy."

	"I'd hate it too Julie, probably more than you, but we have to get the job done and this is the plan we signed up for, we all knew where it might go.  If she does have to have sex with him at least we can take comfort in the idea that it'll be his last hurrah."

	"That's what Julie said!"

	"Well we always have thought alike.  OK, off to the shower with you, I'm going to check on the courier service, we have to drop the case off at the Ansett domestic terminal when we get to the airport."

	Across town Amy got out of the shower and stood looking at her reflection in the steamy mirror.  This body is definitely too good for the likes of you John Mitchell she thought, rubbing her large, firm breasts with a towel and watching her nipples harden and stand straight up.  Of course her real belief was that it was too good for anyone but Daddy and Julie.  She had a totally gross thought, what if Mitchell's last meal on earth was pussy - hers?  It was such a gross thought but it made her laugh out loud.  Enough of this whining, she was taking herself much too seriously.  Hey, if she hadn't gotten back with Daddy when she did some pimply faced boy with a skinny dick would have probably have been fucking her for months now and she would think she was in love with the little wimp.  Mitchell couldn't be any worse than that, although he probably did have a skinny dick she thought with a grin.  She reached over and got her hair dryer and went into the bedroom and started the long process of drying her waist length hair.  She hated that the bathroom plugs in Australia wouldn't run a hair dryer, there was no mirror in the bedroom and she had to crawl under the small table by the closet to find a plug.  Standing there with her hair dryer in one hand and her brush in the other she decided to just take things as they came - hopefully the one 'coming' wouldn't be Mitchell.

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	The object of Amy's concerns had just finished his packing and was getting ready to checkout.  Let's see he thought, I've got the identification stuff for McCall to use for today. That was the name that Amy knew him by anyway. Then the second set for the trip to Jakarta if necessary - the more he thought about it the more he figured he would take the money from the government and still sell the letter to the Indonesian military.  Why not have twenty million instead of ten?  This was his only chance to get rich, after this he would have to disappear for good.  The Minister would winge (complain) about it of course, but stuff him.  He were stupid enough to get into this position and Mitchell was just taking care of himself.  He would have to get Amy a fake passport from his mate Bruce.  He couldn't risk taking her out of the country on her own passport it would make it too easy to trace her and that might lead to him.  The problem was he needed to get her real passport from her without her noticing so that Bruce could make a fake - maybe on the plane.  Thinking about Amy made his dick start to stiffen again.  He had wanked off twice last night just thinking about how her tits looked down her top when she leaned over the table and how her ass swung when she walked in that short dress.  He knew she must be doing it on purpose, women always knew when they were showing the goods.  This was going to be a great two weeks - he just hoped that he didn't have to kill her, what a waste of good pussy and besides she was worth fifty grand easy from old Sun Lim - of course the old bastard would want a little taste first, that would be a shock to the haughty little bitch when the old wog climbed on her with his prod hard.  He was looking forward to watching that show!

Chapter 6

The Past - Virginia

	Ricard looked over at the huge black man with a smile on his lips.  Lamar reached over and rubbed the palm of his massive hand over the white and pink mound thrust in the air in front of the three of them.  He ran his fingers appreciatively through the soft blond hair that surrounded the puffy lips.

	Ricard patted him on his large shoulder and told him.  "Be my guest my large friend, I'm sure the lady would enjoy having her pussy licked, she always did when I did it.  Of course that was a few years ago when she was younger and prettier.  I'll just have to satisfy myself with licking her daughter's crack now.  As I'm sure she remembers I only fuck virgins, and they're getting hard to find.  I find myself more and more attracted to ones this age."  Ricard turned and patted Marie on the cheek.  Marie quickly drew her head back and a tear began to run down her cheek.

	"Don't cry my jeune fille (young girl) I won't ignore you much longer, I'll let you play also." Ricard said with a sadistic smile on his face.

	"Please don't hurt her Duval, please just leave her alone, take it out on me but not her." Chantel pleaded, using his first name and trying hopelessly to appeal to his better nature.  She was wasting her time, he didn't have one.

	Ricard stepped over to the place where Chantel's clothes lay on the floor and picked up her ruined black lace panties and walked over to the table where she was tied down.  He pulled back roughly on her hair and when her head came back, her mouth opening reflexively, he stuffed her panties in her open mouth.

	"I'm tired of hearing complaints from you bitch.  Chew on these for awhile, soon I'll put your daughter's in there as well when we all take turns fucking her."

	Lamar had lowered himself to his knees at the edge of the table and putting a hand of each of Chantel's thighs moved his large mouth directly down on her exposed pussy.  He sucked her entire lips into his mouth and began rooting on them as he pushed his tongue up her cunt hole.  Even with the panties in her mouth he could hear Chantel crying as he savagely mauled her tender mound with his lips, teeth and tongue.  Lamar slid his hands from her thighs up her body and grabbed of each of her breasts.  Even as large as they were they looked lost in his big hands.  As the man sucked and bit on her pussy he roughly squeezed her breasts, pulling on them and pinching the nipples between a massive thumb and index finger.  Chantel was rocking her head back and forth, chanting "No, No" in a voice muffled by the panties shoved into her mouth.

	Ricard walked over to stand beside Marie and motioned for Paulie to come over by her chair. Paulie stood in front of the chair, slowly stroking his hard prick that was sticking straight out and pointing at Marie's face.  She sat very still, staring at the large penis like a little mouse at a snake, her face a stark white. Ricard motioned for him to move closer and put his hard prick next to her mouth.

	"Now little one, I want you to lick that nice big prick in front of you, just pretend it is a candy stick and lick it." Ricard said in a soft voice.

	Marie shook her head vehemently from side to side, trying to get out of the chair as Paulie pushed even closer, putting his big prick right in front of her little mouth, almost touching her lips.  She could feel the heat coming off of it on her lips and nose.  Chantel was trying to raise her head so that she could see what was happening to Marie, but Paulie's naked body was blocking her view. She was shouting at Ricard, but the sound that came out was muffled by the panties.

	"If you don't lick this man's prick Marie, I will tell that other man to bite your Mamma very hard right on her pussy. That will really hurt, so you had better do everything I tell you - and do it now."

	Marie's little pink tongue came out of her mouth and she touched the very end of it to the head of the large black prick Paulie was holding in front of her pink rosebud shaped mouth.  Tears streamed down her face from her tightly shut her eyes.

	"You'll have to do better that that bitch, I said lick it and I meant lick it, not touch it with your tongue.  Lamar give that cunt a little nibble."  Lamar bit down on the pussy lips that filled his mouth, and they all heard Chantel scream even through the gag.  Marie's eyes popped open and she began frantically kissing and licking at the hard prick in front of her.  Paulie took the opportunity to slip the head into her little mouth as he continued to stroke his prick.

	Ricard walked over to the telephone sitting on the end of the table.  He motioned to Lamar to stand up.  Lamar stood up, his massive prick positioned at the wet opening of Chantel's cunt, his hands still filled with her tits.  Ricard reached over and pulled the panties out of Chantel's mouth then dialed Marv's number.   He heard him pickup on the first ring.
	
	"Hey tcheue poule (chicken ass) you been thinking about your women?  We've been taking good care of them for you, making sure that they didn't get lonely."  He nodded to Lamar and the thug shoved the first five inches of his massive tool up inside of Chantel.  She screamed shrilly as she felt him splitting her in two.  "Hear that Fed?  That was my black friend here shoving the first half of his ten inch prick up your wife's pussy. Here let me put him on and he can tell you all about how good it feels to have his prick buried in your wife's cunt."  Ricard handed the phone to Lamar.

	"Hey man I appreciate you letting me lay a little pipe in your woman here, she has a really nice tight and wet pussy and great titties too.  I'm going to enjoy filling her full of my jism man.  You know what else?  I really like the way her tittles jiggle when I pound hard on her cunt. Here I'll shove the rest in, listen to how much she likes it."  Lamar drew back slightly then rammed his prick to the hilt into Chantel's helpless cunt.  Her scream was loud enough to echo in the empty room.

	Marv sat in the car, his face white with the strain of listening to what was happening to his beloved Chantel.  He swore he would revenge her on Ricard and the son-of-a-bitch fucking his wife.  He looked over at Steve, he was staring at the radio, waiting desperately for the address from Hartley.

	Marv shouted into the phone, "I'll kill you Ricard, leave her alone, all of you."

	Ricard got back on the phone, "Hey Mr. Big Fed, don't you want to hear what is going on with your little one?  We didn't want to leave her out of the fun.  Listen to this big man."  Ricard held the phone next to where Marie was licking and sucking on Paulie's prick.  Then he handed the phone to Paulie.

	"Hey Mr. double O seven spy son-of-a-bitch, your little bitch is sucking on my double O eight incher.  She's doing a great job too, she's learning to be a great little cocksucker, my johnson is real happy in this sweet little mouth, I can't wait to try her hairless little pussy too.  Of course she had a good teacher for blow jobs since she got to see her Mamma suck on this ten incher of my bro here."

	Ricard took the phone back, adding "I'll call you back in a few minutes when she has finished with my friend here and he has shot his cum all over her pretty little face and in her mouth, then I'll let you hear me shove my prick up her 'tite chatte  (little pussy) and take her cherry.  This call has been long enough, I wouldn't want you tracing my number you fils de putain (son-of-a-bitch)."  The phone went dead. Marv checked his watch, less than two minutes, usually untraceable.
	
	Marv looked over quickly at Steve as he hung up the portable phone.  Steve was still staring at the speaker.  Suddenly they heard Hartley's voice boom out in the car.  

	"Got the bastards!  This system works fucking great and I'm a fucking  genius!  This shows them at the old Shuck's Auto Parts store in that cul-de-sac off of Glebe Road.  That can't be more than ten minutes from where you are right now."

	"Let's go!  We've got to get them out of there." Marv shouted, pounding his fist on the dashboard of the car.

	Steve took off down the street, accelerating rapidly. As he drove he reached out and grabbed the microphone off the dash to check-in and verify that he got the message.  Hartley then told Steve and Marv that he had the FBI HRT (Hostage Rescue Team) moving to surround the area.  He told them that within twenty minutes no one would be able to move out the area without being seen.

	Marv looked at Steve with a terribly urgent expression.  Steve understood even though he hadn't been able to hear what was being said on the phone.  Eight minutes later he pulled up two hundred yards from the front of the closed-up auto parts shop at the end of a short cul-de-sac.  The two men quickly got out of the car and approached empty shop.  They ran around the side of the building to the back.  Steve pointed out the wooden door next to the roll-up metal door.

	"Given that the whole front of the store is plate glass, they are probably holed up in the storeroom back here.  By the looks of that door a good kick will knock it down, but we need to distract them.  Here's what we'll do, I'll drive the car through the glass doors at the front, at the same time you kick open the back door here and get inside while they are paying attention to the noise I'm making up front.

	"That works for me, but what if the door doesn't open when I kick it?"

	"Listen, if you hit it full strength with the flat of your foot, right under the knob I guarantee that it will fold up like cardboard.  I'll be causing such a ruckus in the front they won't even see you come in until you have the drop on them."

	"OK, you're the expert Steve.  I just want to get them out and get them out now!  How do we coordinate this action?

	"I'll head for the car, you wait until you hear me crash into the building - then kick in the door.  I shouldn't more than a minute. Clear enough?"

	"Yeah", Marv said looking at his watch, "just get started."

	Marv hurried over to the wooden door and waited staring at this watch and ready to kick the door in - the way the adrenaline was flowing through his body he felt like he could kick the wall down if necessary.  After what seemed like a hour, he heard a terrific crash from the front of the shop.  He reared back with his right leg and hit the door right on target, the flat of his foot just a few inches below the knob.  The door sprung inwards and bounced off the wall along side of it with a loud bang. Marv burst though the open door and into the shop, his heart beating like a hammer in his chest, his gun in his hand.

Chapter 7

The Present - Australia

	Amy checked carefully around her hotel room. Everything seemed to be packed, nothing was left behind as nearly as she could tell.  The wastebaskets didn't have anything in them that shouldn't be there.  There were no notes left on the note pad next to the telephone, no impressions on the top blank sheet from earlier messages.  No indication that anyone other than a teenage girl on vacation had stayed, or even visited, in the room.  Amy slung her bag over her shoulder and closed the door behind her, heading for the elevator and the check-out desk.  She was dressed in tight stone washed jeans and a bulky off-white cable knit turtle neck sweater, with short brown boots that matched her belt and purse.  The sweater, while relatively heavy, still highlighted her breasts, even more so because she was wearing an underwire bra this morning to separate them and accentuate their size.  Her pendant necklace with the microphone and transmitter hung on the outside of her sweater between her large breasts. Amy figured that the sweater would keep Mitchell occupied all morning trying to look at her tits without staring.  She also carried her light brown leather bomber jacket, it was usually several degrees cooler in Melbourne than Sydney which meant it could be in the high forties when they arrived.   It also rained more in Melbourne, it's climate was more like San Francisco's than LA, which was a lot closer to what Sydney's was like.  Australians said that Melbourne was the only major city in Australia that had all four seasons.

	Across town Mitchell had already finished checking out of his hotel and walked out through the revolving doors to the street and hailed a cab.  He gave the driver the name of Amy's hotel and then told him they would be going to the airport as soon as they had picked up the other passenger.  While the cab was heading over to Amy's hotel he reviewed his plans for the day.  There shouldn't be any hassle at the airport, he had been using the McCall identification since he had been in Sydney, as well as McCall credit cards.  Amy only knew him as Johnny McCall so there wouldn't be any surprises at the airport.  He didn't think he would run into anyone that he knew while they were in Melbourne, he normally spent most of his time in Canberra and Adelaide, going to Melbourne and Sydney only occasionally - usually to catch international flights to Jakarta.  He went to Jakarta three or four times a year on short holidays.  His main purpose in going there was to get old Sun Lim to fix him up with the young Javanese or Balinese girls he owned.  Mitchell liked them about sixteen but with big tits.  He also liked it that he could pay a little more and slap them around some and the old man didn't care - the old man always said that young pussy was the commonest commodity on earth, but strangely one of the most valuable because men couldn't get enough of it.  That got him to thinking about Amy Prentiss again - nothing common about that one!  God he was obsessed with that little shelia, he just had to have her!  If he didn't get her soon he was going to go crazy.  He was wanking off two or three times a day just thinking about her.  He had never been so hung up on a girl before.  Those eyes and that pouty mouth, he just couldn't wait to see her full lips wrapped around his dick as he had a double handfull of that long auburn hair and was fucking her face, pushing deep down into her throat as he shot his load. 

	As his cab pulled up in front of her hotel he saw Amy walking out of the hotel, suitcase and purse over one shoulder and holding a light jacket over her other arm. A smiling doorman was holding the double front doors open for her like she was royalty.  Her skin was tanned and her hair blew slightly in the early morning breeze off the harbor. She was wearing a small red bow at the back of her head holding her hair out of her face.  Honest to God he thought, she was enough to stop a bloke's heart.  So fresh and beautiful, and so eager-looking; what everyone thought young American women looked like, and so few really did.   He took a long look at the tits jutting proudly out of her sweater as she crossed the driveway with long confident strides and he felt his mouth go dry.  His hand was actually shaking as he reached over and opened the back door next to the curb for her.  The driver got out and put her bag in the boot (trunk) as Mitchell reached out and took her hand, helping her into the backseat.  He leaned over to give her a kiss on those pouty lips, but she turned her head away from him at the last minute, causing his kiss to land on her cheek instead of on her mouth.

	 "Careful Johnny honey, you don't want to be wearing my lipstick all day, it's not your shade." She said with a smile turning back to face him.  She pursed her pretty lips as she squeezed his hand warmly and looked deeply into his eyes.  I'd rather kiss a wombat than this loser she thought.  She was glad to see she was right about the sweater though, he was about to poke his eye out leaning forward to stare at her left tit.

	"Right then, let's get off to the airport.   I only hope the traffic isn't too bad this morning.  Right driver?"

	"Should be all right going in this direction maestro, all the overseas flights are in right now, and the international ones leaving are not until later this afternoon. The traffic into the city is much worse than towards the airport in the mornings.  No one much goes this way unless they are going to the airport for domestic flights." The driver explained angling his mirror to get a better look at Amy. "Morning Miss."

	"G'day mate," Amy said to the driver, causing him to laugh at her attempt at putting on an Australian accent by using the traditional Aussie greeting.  He remarked with amusement that she sounded more Yank than Aussie.  Amy had to admit that most of her "accent" work came from listening to actors in movies and commercials.  Which led the driver to expound in great detail on the lack of knowledge of most Americans as to what really went on in Australia - he claimed for instance not to know anyone that ever barbecued shrimp, or had ever seen a crocodile outside of an Animal Sanctuary.  Mitchell, still smarting from his rejected kiss didn't seem amused at Amy's democratic inclusion of the driver in their social group and buried his face in his newspaper in disapproval.  Fuck you, Amy thought, anything is better than talking with you, scumbag.   If I had to choose I'd much rather sleep with the driver than you anyway - at least he loves his country and is proud of it.  She reflected on the fact that Mitchell was the only Australian she had met that she didn't like - even the men in their sixties like their driver were fun and interesting to be around.  It was a good thing that Daddy was along, she and Julie could get in trouble real fast  "down under".  

	Jim had arranged for their limo driver to pick them up at the Hickson Road entrance of the Park Hyatt Hotel.  The hotel was only a block or so from the pier where the Pappallion was docked, and it was always better to leave from someplace other than where you were staying in case someone traced the limo or cab back to its pickup point.  All the driver would know was that he had picked up Mr. and Mrs. Williams at the Park Hyatt and taken them to the airport.  There would be no connection to the boat.  They had entered the hotel by a side door and walked across the lobby and out of the front door, carrying their bags.  Jim was wearing a pair of khaki Calloway slacks, brown Rockport tasseled loafers, pale blue shirt with a blue and red Jerry Garcia tie and a navy blazer with brass buttons.  Julie had on a light blue A-line dress that hit her right at the knees and matched the light blue of her eyes, bone-colored pumps and a matching shoulder purse.  They had only been standing outside the hotel for a few minutes, admiring the Sydney Harbor bridge (The Coat Hanger as it was called by the doorman), when a black stretch Mercedes pulled up.  The uniformed driver got out and asked the doorman if the Williams' were ready.  Jim had already spoken to the doorman as he had held the front door open for them and told him they were expecting a car for the airport.  The doorman naturally assumed that the man and his wife had just checked out of the hotel since they were exiting through the front doors with their bags.  The doorman quickly put their bags into car as Jim helped Julie step in through the back door being held open by the driver.  He kept the aluminum case holding their firearms and communications gear with him, placing it under the jump seat that faced them.  Jim told the driver to stop at the Ansett terminal so that they could drop off a package and then go around the circle back to the domestic QANTAS terminal to drop them for their flight.  He put the privacy window up between themselves and the driver and poured them each a cup of coffee from the silver thermos provided in the limo.  Coffee cup in hand he settled back into the soft leather seat to read the Australian Financial Times as they headed out Highway 64 for the twenty-five minute drive to the Kingsford Smith International Airport.  Julie sat next to the other rear door her long stocking clad legs elegantly crossed, a coffee cup in her hand as well,  paging through a fashion magazine resting on her lap.   For all the world they looked like a financially well-off, comfortably married thirty-something couple.

	Jim had checked the weapons case in with the charter company that operated out of the Ansett terminal; the courier service would deliver it to their hotel where it would be waiting for them when they checked in.  They had gone on to the QANTAS domestic terminal and moved directly to the First Class counter and checked in for their flight.  The ticket agent told them that their flight would be delayed about thirty minutes due to the aircraft's late arrival from Los Angles.  He gave them complementary cards to the Captains Club, the QANTAS executive lounge on the second floor of the airport.  As Jim and Julie headed over to the escalator that went to the airline club floor they passed the coach check-in line where they saw Mitchell and Amy standing in line waiting to get their boarding passes.  Julie caught Amy's eye for a second and gave her a quick wink while Mitchell had his back to them.  

	An hour later all four of them were seat-belted into the 747-400 taking off from the runway that stuck out like a finger into Botany Bay, heading for Melbourne.   Most of the passengers on the aircraft were from the LA leg of the flight and looked dazed and sleepy.  It was to be expected after twelve hours on the plane then two hours on the ground at the Sydney airport.  Julie and Jim sat quietly in their seats, pretending to read, actually they were listening to Amy and Mitchell back in coach through Amy's pendant microphone.  Mitchell was laying a line on Amy about how much she was going to enjoy being in Melbourne with him. Finally Amy closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep just to shut him up.  Mitchell entertained himself by examining her chest in great detail, as it rose and fell with her breathing as she slept.  He was having a tough time resisting the temptation to just reach out and squeeze one of those tits.  He did manage to carefully snake her passport out of the zipper pouch on her purse while it was under the seat in front of her and slip it into his jacket pocket.  He was pretty certain she wouldn't miss it right away, she wouldn't need to show it at the Melbourne airport or the hotel.  He wanted to get her fake passport made right away in case he could talk her into leaving the country with him - that was if she was as good as she looked when he took the wrapper off.   

	Up front in First Class Julie actually dozed off as well once she had finished the light breakfast served on the flight and Amy had gone to sleep since there was no conversation to listen to, boring as it had been.  Jim stayed awake and alert throughout the flight trying to come up with contingency plans for any eventuality in Melbourne.

	Their flight landed them at the Tullamarine International Airport in Melbourne at ten- fifteen, around forty-five minutes late.  No one had checked baggage so they all moved directly toward the line of taxis parked along side of the curb outside of the terminal.  Jim and Julie were out first, they had deplaned before Amy since they were up front and Amy and Mitchell had to wait until both First and Business Class off-loaded.  Jim and Julie caught a cab and were underway on the thirty minute trip to downtown Melbourne before Amy and Mitchell came out of the terminal to catch their own cab.  Jim and Julie got out at the Grand Hyatt on Collins and Russell streets and checked in to their room at the special concierge desk on the Regency Club floor.   When they entered their room the weapons case was waiting for them at the foot of their bed. Jim dialed in the combination, opened the case and checked over the pistols and silencers and the communications gear.  Everything was fine and Jim put on his soft leather shoulder holster and snugged the 9mm BDM, with a full fifteen round clip, down into the close fitting custom holster.  Julie slipped hers, along with one of the silencers, into her purse fastening it with a special inside strap that was sown into all her purses now that she worked with Marv.  Just about that time they heard Amy and Mitchell through their ear pieces, they must have just arrived at the Regent two blocks away and gotten out of their cab, the small transmitters had trouble working in a car surrounded by all that metal.  They were walking into the hotel and Amy was acting impressed with the ornate lobby.  Mitchell was loving the reaction and telling her if she stuck with him she could expect this sort of treatment all the time.

	"Yeah, like your last girl friend who wound up in a dump bin you miserable  fucker." Julie muttered angrily under her breath.

	They heard Mitchell informed by the clerk at the front desk that his suite would not be ready for another hour or so but that they could leave their bags with the bell desk and they would be put in the suite as soon as it was ready.

	"Well then Amy would you like to take a short walk and see this thing that I was telling you about?" Mitchell suggested as they left the lobby on the Collins Street side.

	"I would love to Johnny, then maybe we could come back to our room and rest for a bit."  Amy murmured the last part in a breathless little voice, emphasizing the "our" and "rest" words heavily.

	Mitchell felt like his dick might rip through the zipper on his pants - this bitch was just a hour away from getting seriously fucked - he was sure of it, he knew his women and this one was hot, the letter would ice the deal, he was sure of it.  He was as good as buried up to the hilt in her tight little cunt right now.  He was really going to enjoy that first ride, he hope she had a real thick cherry, he wanted to hear her scream a little as he shoved his prod through it.

	"Right then, let's pop over and I'll show you what all the fuss is about."

	"This is great Daddy, Amy has him going for the letter first thing, without even a good whiff of sex.  Never underestimate the power of Amy Martin when she has a man in serious heat!" 

	"Let's get outside Julie so that we can follow them discretely." Jim said taking off his tie and slipping on a waist length leather jacket  to replace the navy blazer.  Julie had pulled on jeans and a sweater over the padded undersuit, losing the dress and pumps.  They both had on rubber soled shoes now in case they had to move quickly or silently.

	"Where are we going Johnny?  I mean where is this thing?" Amy asked innocently, trying to get some useful advanced information for Jim and Julie.

	"You'll see dearest, it's just a short walk from here, down Russell Street and through the Bourke Street Mall."

	Jim and Julie walked out of the motor court (where taxis and limos picked up and dropped off guests) entrance of the hotel, putting  them on the corner of Russell and Collins.  They moved across the street to stand by Eugene's, an exclusive store that sold expensive leather and wool coats and sweaters.  They appeared to be looking in the window at the coats and sweaters, but actually they were watching the reflections in the glass waiting for Amy and Mitchell to be walking down Collins toward Russell.  Sure enough in a few minutes they saw their reflections in the store window coming down Collins.  Amy's light colored sweater and the contrasting dark coat showed up easily - one of the reasons she had chosen to wear it.

	"We turn right and cross over here Amy, then go a few more blocks." Mitchell said taking Amy's arm, cutting around the fence in the middle of the street for the trams that ran through downtown Melbourne, and leading her across Collins, now heading northeast down Russell.

	Jim and Julie split up, Jim staying on the far side of Russell and Julie crossing over to the same side as Amy.  Julie was following about a half a block behind Mitchell and Amy, Jim about the same distance behind Julie.  This allowed double coverage as well as letting Jim see if anyone was following Julie.  They could both see Amy clearly standing out in the crowd, the bright red bow in the back of her hair showing clearly.  The little ribbon seemed to bounce along with her steps, easy to follow - another piece of tradecraft, easy to follow but also easy to remove if you needed to suddenly disappear.  A step into a door opening or around a corner,  remove the ribbon, reverse the jacket (most of theirs were two-sided with different colors on each side) and you could disappear in a matter of seconds.  They walked up two more blocks crossing Little Collins and then Bourke Street, turning left down Bourke Street, crossing Swanson - which at that point became an outdoor shopping mall for a few blocks.  They walked  through the busy mall, past the large David Jones department store and to the corner of Bourke and Elizabeth.  A large building stood on the northeast corner, and they heard Mitchell tell Amy that they had arrived.

	"What is this building Johnny"?

	"It's the GPO - the General Post Office for Melbourne, let's go in."

	Mitchell led Amy up the wide stone stairs and in through the front doors.  Julie, reading a hand signal from Jim walked past the building and crossed over to Jim's side of the street at the next corner.  They came together in the doorway of an apartment building directly across from the front doors of the GPO. 

	"It's too uncrowded to risk going after them, we had best stay out here and just listen and watch, I'm pretty sure that this is the only way in or out for the public." Jim said.  They heard Amy ask Mitchell where they were going in the building.

	"Just into this room over here dear, where the individual post office boxes are located.  See there is a whole wall of them.  This room is open twenty fours a day, seven days a week.  All you need is the combination to your box and you can get to anything that you have in it.  As long as you pay your box rental fee you can keep things in the box almost forever, I think they empty it once a year or so if you haven't taken anything out in that time."

	"Clever play," Jim said "full time access and no one would ever notice someone getting a letter out of a post office box.  Plus if he couldn't get back to it for a month it would still be safe with the Government guarding it for him."

	As Mitchell moved over to one of the boxes, Amy turned away with her back to him, standing slightly to one side.  She fished in her purse getting out her lipstick.  Mitchell looked briefly over his shoulder and saw that her back was to him and he dialed in the four number combination on the small little pointer-type dial.  What he didn't see was Amy holding the top to the lipstick parallel to her face pointed over her shoulder at the lock as he put in the combination.  A small CCD video camera on a chip recorded his combination.  The chip only had fifteen seconds of storage capability, but that was plenty for this task.  As she heard him open the door she put the top back on her lipstick and put it back into her shoulder bag.  Turning back she walked up along side of him.

	He was standing next to the box with a plain white envelope in his hand, the door to the small box shut again.  The only other person in the room had just left, leaving Amy and Mitchell alone.  

	 "Come over to that table by the wall Amy and I'll let you read this remarkable letter." He led her over to a waist-high long table that ran the length of the wall opposite the boxes.  He handed the white envelope to her, it was shut but not sealed, the flap merely tucked inside the back of the envelope.

	Amy opened the envelope and removed the two sheets of flimsy paper that were inside.  As soon as she felt the paper she knew that this was the real letter, this paper was definitely the light-sensitive Classified, Single Copy type that Marv had shown them.  As she read the letter she was stunned, as she finished the first page she turned to the second page to see the rebuttal to the bioweapons argument but instead she only saw the one sentence endorsement and signature of the DCI.  This was a disaster!  Mitchell had taken out the middle page that the DCI had told Marv undid the first page arguments.   In the hands of the new government in Jakarta this would cause a war, no doubt of it.  Hundreds of thousands could be killed. There was no way the Australian government could prove a second page ever existed, this man was diabolical.  She considered taking him out right there, right now with her hands and feet.  But just as she was considering how she would do it two families walked in into the room and a policeman, all going for their boxes.  The sight of the policeman seemed to spook Mitchell and he quickly took the letter out of her hand, folded it and put it back in the envelope.  He then walked to the box and put the envelope back into the box through the small door.  Amy stood sort of stunned staring at the wall thinking of her next move.  

	Mitchell walked back over to her, buttoning his suit coat.  Taking her by the arm he walked her outside without saying a word.  When he had reached the bottom step he stopped an turned to her.

	"You see what I was talking about, why I have to go public with this to the press if the government will not give me a letter admitting what they have planned and a second letter signed by the Premier renouncing any plan to use this type of weapon?"  This was the cover story he had given her as to why he had the letter and what he planned to do with it.  She had seemed to buy it, but she wanted to see the letter, previously he had only hinted at the details.

	"Oh Johnny, it is terrible, how could the Australian government plan such a thing, and how could the CIA go along with it?  I mean germ warfare, its too horrible to even think about.  You are so brave and strong to oppose them, but they might go after you if they knew you had it.  Aren't you afraid?" Amy whispered with her eyes big and her hand clutching Mitchell's arm.

	"It is a terrible risk Amy, but I have to do the right thing.  If they get on to me we might have to leave the country quickly though, are you game to see this through with me?"  Mitchell was improvising as he went, but this was a pretty good reason to get her a false passport and get her out of the country without arousing her suspicions.  As he looked down at her big green eyes he felt his dick surge in his pants.  Yes, he was close now, he could see the admiration shining in her eyes for his "bravery".  It made him want to laugh and he struggled to keep a expression of concern on his face.

	"Of course I'll help dearest, I mean I have to, it's what a woman does for the man she ... she cares about." Amy pretend to almost slip and say "loves".  Even standing two feet away from him she could almost feel him getting hard.  What a pathetic excuse for a man, she was going to be very glad when he was no longer alive.  He really didn't deserve to live with what he was planning, the lives he would destroy - and all for money, not for principles or love of country, just for a lousy buck.  He was really beneath contempt.

	"Listen dear, I have to see my solicitor for a few minutes while I'm here in Melbourne, why don't you walk back to the hotel and wait in the lobby for me, I won't more than thirty or forty minutes at the most.  In fact why don't you go to the lingerie shop one floor down from the hotel lobby and find a nice nightgown and robe that you would be comfortable with since we are going to be staying together - something you would feel ... desirable wearing.  Here let me give you a little cash to pay for it, it really is more for me than you I guess."  Mitchell added with a slightly strained laugh.  He reached in his pants pocket and peeled off four fifties and handed them to her.

	"Oh Johnny, I couldn't let you do that, I mean that's so much money."

	Mitchell was really excited now, she hadn't objected to the staying together or the lingerie buy.  The objection about the amount was for form's sake only he was sure, she had already folded the bills in her hand like she was about to put them in her pocket.  

	"Nonsense dearest Amy, you just take it and have a good time shopping.  I'll see you in an hour at the most and we'll have that 'rest' you mentioned.  Now you know your way back, right?  Just down Elizabeth here to Collins, cross over and then left a few blocks up to the Regent."  Mitchell walked her to the street and waved to a passing cab.  As the cab pulled over to the curb he reached out suddenly and put both of his hands on her cheeks and kissed her full on the mouth, slipping his tongue passed her lips, catching her by surprise.  She almost decked him but caught herself at the last moment and hid her look of disgust by putting her face against his neck in a show of false modesty.

	"Hurry Johnny dearest, I'll be waiting for you." She whispered in his ear in as sexy a voice as she could manage, really wanting to throw up down the front of his shirt.

	As he drove off in the cab she turned and walked down Elizabeth Street towards Collins, seeing Jim and Julie pacing her on the opposite side of the street.  When she reached the corner of Collins and Elizabeth she looked across the intersection and saw Jim give her the follow me sign.  He and Julie walked up Collins to the corner of Russell and into the motor court entrance of the Hyatt, Amy fell in about twenty feet right behind them.  They took the escalator up from the motor lobby to the main lobby and turned right to the elevators.  As they approached the elevators Amy saw Julie signal "six" with her hand.  Amy stopped to admire a large sculpture in the center of the lobby allowing Jim and Julie to reach the elevators and get into an open car.  As soon as the door shut Amy too walked to the elevators and getting into an empty car pushed the button for the seventh floor.  It would not do for all of them to get into the same elevator car where someone could see one stop for all three of them.  Amy rode to the seventh floor and quickly exited the floor via the staircase next to the elevators, arriving at the sixth floor just as Julie opened the floor door for her.  Silently they walked along the hall to Jim and Julie's room, Jim unlocked the door and ushered them inside, putting the Do Not Disturb sign on the door and locking it securely.

	"Well that was quite a time sister Amy, I take it the letter was real."

	"Not just real Julie, but he has taken out the second page that the DCI told Marv undid the first page, and the way the third page fits it looks perfect as a two page letter.  The Australians are asking about bioweapons and the US appears to be advising them on how to use them and even offering to help them use them against the Indonesians.  The first page even has a projection of fifteen million dead in the first three months.  It was really irresponsible of the DCI to write that stupid letter.  Mitchell has a gold mine there and he knows it, no one can prove a second page exists and the way it is now it will start a war bigger than shit.  No question."

	"Did you get the combination on the box?  That's the critical part." Jim said anxiously, striping off his coat and throwing it on the bed.

	"I hope so, I used the lipstick camera.  Here it is, you do have the player with you - right?"

	"In my case, give me the lipstick top honey."

	Jim reached into his suitcase and pulled out what looked like a standard disposable camera.  Taking the top to the "lipstick" from Amy he pulled the end off the cardboard camera and inserted the tube into a hole in the "camera" body.  He looked through the viewfinder and pushed the picture button on the fake camera.  

	"Good focus honey, and centered right on the box.  The box number is 1023.   Let's see, here it comes... four, six, two and four.  That's it he's got the box open.  He's left the pointer for the combination pointing directly up, centered on the '0'. Let's get back to the post office and get that letter."  

	Jim reached over to the bed and picked up his coat, tossing the tube back to Amy. She put the top back over her lipstick dropped it back in her purse.  Jim reached into the aluminum case and retrieved a Browning and a silencer.  He screwed the silencer to the end of the barrel of the 9mm BDM and handed it to Amy.   She ejected the clip to check that it was fully loaded with hydro-shock rounds, reinserted it into the butt then jacked the slide to seat a round in the chamber.  After flipping down the lever to close the slide and chamber a round she checked to make sure the safety was engaged.  Satisfied she put the weapon in her purse without a word, hooking it securely through the special strap.

	The three of them headed out of the room towards the lobby.  They were really pumped now, all they had to do was get the letter and have Amy go back to the Regent and wait for Mitchell.  When the two of them went into the suite he had rented she would put a 9mm bullet in the back of his head and leave him there on the floor, wipe anything she touched and quickly leave the room.  One call to Marv and a disposal squad would show up and make the body disappear forever and clean up any mess.

	When they got to the motor lobby - having taken two elevators again - Jim reached out and stopped them.  He led them over the side of the lobby where they could talk in private. He had a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach, this had been too easy.  Since they had left the room he had been thinking about how to do this the safest way, just in case it was a set-up and Mitchell was staking out the Post Office to test Amy, or had followed her to the Hyatt.

	"This could be a set-up girls, I don't want to take any chances this late in the game.  Julie, you go into the ladies room here off the lobby, take off your wig and padding.  Leave it in the last stall along with your room key, get rid of the make-up and turn back into a teenager.  Amy, when she comes out you go in and get her disguise and take up to our room and leave it.  When you come down go into one of the shops here in the Hyatt and buy some makeup or something to get a bag, something to explain your time here in case he's watching you, you were shopping.   Then head up Collins to the lobby of the Regent, shop around a little and then go into the lobby to wait for him.  You had best buy some sort of nightie so he won't get suspicious before you go to his room.   I'll follow Julie back to the post office where she'll go in and get the letter.  Then we'll go to the Regent and wait in separate areas where we can see you for Mitchell to show up.  You go to his room with him and finish the job, I'll follow to back you up - be sure to signal me the floor.  Julie you stay in the lobby near a pay phone in case we need the cavalry."

	"That sounds good to me Daddy - Amy I wouldn't buy a very expensive nightgown, I'd save the money and we'll find a good use for it."

	"Don't worry, I'll put it in the 'children's box' in the airport when we get back to Sydney.  That son-of-a-bitch will never get to see me in a nightie."

	Julie headed to the ladies room and emerged a few minutes later looking like a blond teenager with short hair again, totally unrecognizable from her former "matron" self.  Amy headed into the ladies room as Julie and Jim walked through separate doors out onto Collins street.

	A few minutes later Julie walked up the stairway into the GPO. She went directly to the box that Amy had identified with the camera and dialed the combination.  The box opened easily, in it was a single white envelope.  Julie took the envelope out of the box and put it quickly into her purse, shutting the box door and making sure the pointer was straight up on "0".   She walked rapidly out of the building.  When she exited the front doors she made a subtle thumbs up gesture to Jim who was standing across the street.  The two of them headed towards the Regent where Amy should already be waiting.  If anyone was watching the GPO she was just another teenager who went in to mail a letter to her boyfriend.

	When they reached the lobby of the Regent Jim motioned Julie toward a coffee and pastry shop just off the main lobby.  Julie went in and sat a table toward the back facing the wall.  Jim walked over to the counter and ordered a "short black" (an expresso in Aussie).  He took the small cup over to the table in front of Julie's and sat in a chair that put his back next to hers, facing the open doors and effectively blocking anyone's view of Julie while he had full view of anyone coming near the shop.  

	"Open the envelope and check out the letter before Mitchell gets here." He said softly, holding his napkin briefly in front of his lips.

	Julie reached into her purse and took out the envelope, it wasn't sealed, the flap was just tucked into the back of the envelope.  Julie opened it and took out two folded sheets of paper.  She opened them and realized with a terrible sinking feeling that they were blank.  Ordinary white paper and blank.  Blank.  Shit.

	"Oh shit Daddy its a phony, the sheets are blank." She whispered, folding the sheets up and putting them back in the envelope.  "This was the only thing in the box, I swear." 

	"He must have switched the envelopes after Amy read the letter.  That's probably where he went in the cab Julie, to hide the letter somewhere else. We need to get to Amy right away, she can't do away with Mitchell until we get that letter.  And we have to get that fake letter back in the box before Mitchell finds out it's gone.  If he has already checked the box then Amy is in real danger, he'll know she was the only one that could have gotten his fake out of the box."

	"Fuck, I can't believe that bastard did that Daddy, switched envelopes on us.  I really feel stupid.  Well I hope  Amy bought a nightgown that fits, it looks like she is going to need it.  Shit."

Continued in Part Two .................................................




















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