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   Marie - Part Two

   Written by Centaur

   Chapter 1

   The Past - Virginia

   Marv stepped through the door and stared in disbelief at the scene that
greeted him.  It was like a freeze frame of a video tape.  Marv saw
everything instantly and with great clarity, it was as though for that
instance he was outside of his body suspended in space.  He saw Chantel
lying naked on her back tied to a long table, her beautiful long legs held
back by a rope looped under her knees, her legs bent back along side of her
head.  A huge black man, naked from the waist down, was pulling his massive
penis out of her.  To one side, directly behind the man at the table, he
saw his daughter Marie tied tightly to a straight back chair, two men next
to her.  One of them, another black man, almost as big as the first, stood
in front of Marie with his rock hard penis still pushed deeply into her
mouth.  Ricard squatted next to him holding Marie's mouth wide open by
pulling down on her chin with one hand while he had his other hand buried
up under her little plaid school skirt.  A big cloud of dust and debris was
coming through a door in the wall that separated the storeroom from the
front of the store.  All three of the men were looking from the storeroom
towards the door going into the front of the store where the crash had just
happened.

   Suddenly it was as though someone flicked a switch and everyone came to
life.  Paulie pulled quickly away from Marie and launched himself towards
the pile of clothes next to the table while Lamar reached down and grabbed
the opened knife that was stuck point first into the table next to his
right hand.  Ricard jumped up from his crouching position and moved quickly
towards the top of the table where Chantel was tied, digging in his jacket
pocket for his gun.  Paulie, on his knees next to the chair where Chantel
had been tied, pulled a gun out of his sweat pants.  Marv shot him twice in
the back of the head, his body crashed into the chair, tipping it over as
he fell on top of it.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lamar spin
towards him reacting to the sound of the shots and pull back his arm to
throw the knife.  Marv swung his gun towards the big man but he knew he was
going to be too late.  Before he could bring his gun to bear he heard a
shot and saw a red mist emerge from the side of Lamar's head as he was
thrown back against the rear wall of the storeroom by the force of bullet.
Steve Parker came through the door to the front of the shop, streaked with
plaster dust, his .357 in his hand, now pointed at Ricard.

   Parker looked briefly at Marv and the huge man now lying dead on the
floor.  "I guess his Momma never told him not to take a knife to gunfight,"
he said, turning face Ricard, now standing next to the frightened Chantel,
still tied to the table.  Ricard had gotten his gun out of his pocket but
it was still down at his side.

   "Don't do anything stupid asshole, not unless you want to join your
friends for a dirt nap." Steve said as he continued to point his gun
directly at Ricard's head.

   Marv turned his body in the same direction and had his gun in a two hand
grip pointed at Ricard's head as well.  With a speed that surprised them
both, Ricard raised the gun and pressed it up against Chantel's temple.

   "Both of you put your guns on the floor or I'll blow her head off for
sure.  Put the guns on the floor right now and I walk out the door, no one
else gets hurt.  You'll never see me again." Ricard said, his eyes locked
on Parker.

   Marv looked over at Chantel, he could see the fear in her eyes, but he
saw her mouth move silently mouthing the words "I love you - shoot him -
save Marie." Marv realized that she was right, Ricard would never let them
live if he had the chance.  He looked back at Ricard, he saw the sweat
beading on his forehead.  He looked down at Marie, looking back at him with
terror filled eyes, silent, frozen in place.  Marv made eye contact with
Steve for an instant and imperceptibly moved his head in a nod.  As he
turned his eyes back toward Ricard he heard his gun and Parker's go off
simultaneously - followed in what seemed like a fraction of a second the
sound of Ricard's gun.  Ricard was thrown back up against the van, slowly
sliding down the side to the floor, leaving a smear of blood on the side
where what had been the back of his head rested.  Marv raced to Chantel's
side, her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, Ricard's bullet had passed
through her brain killing her instantly.

   The next hour was a blur to Marv, he remembered Parker getting the knife
from Lamar's dead hand and cutting the ropes that held Chantel and Marie.
He remembered Marie clinging to him sobbing hysterically, calling for her
Mamma, while Parker covered Chantel's body on the table with the long black
skirt.  Then suddenly the room was filled with people in kevlar vests and
jackets that said FBI on the back of them in big yellow letters.  He
remembered someone gently taking Hartley's gun out of his hand and then he
and Marie were in the back seat of a FBI car heading towards a hospital. 
He sat with Marie in a small examination room where a woman doctor checked
her out and told Marv that physically she seemed to be fine, but
emotionally she was not in very good shape.  Marie kept hold of Marv's pant
leg or shirt and refused to be out of contact with him, she wasn't talking
but she whimpered softly in throat almost constantly.

   Steve Parker drove Marv and Marie to their suburban Arlington home. 
Marie fell asleep sitting in Marv's lap during the trip.  Steve looked over
at the silent man sitting next to him cradling his sleeping child in his
arms.

   "You know we had no choice back there - I mean if we had put our guns
down, even for an instant, he would have shot three of us and taken Marie
with him when he left."

   "Yeah, I know.  We had no choice, but there must have been some way to
keep it from getting to that place.  I should have shot him first as soon
as I came through the door.  There must have been some way I could have
played it to keep her alive."

   "Hey, you can't beat-up on yourself over this.  You shot the guy with
the gun in his hand turning towards me, and I shot the fucker throwing a
knife at you, it was the right choices.  Besides, it was a miracle that we
found them at all.  You know the odds that we would find them as quickly as
we did?  No one could have done it any other way," Steve said, pulling into
Marv's driveway.

   "Thanks for what you did Steve, you and Bill got me Marie back and you
saved my life in there.  Don't think I blame you in any way, it was me that
blew it by letting that bastard get that close to them, and I have to work
through that.  At least Marie is still alive and safe."

   Steve looked into Marv's eyes and saw the sadness there and just shook
his head.  He sat in his car as Marv carefully opened the door and got out
still holding Marie.  He watched Marv walk slowly toward his dark house
holding the sleeping Marie tightly to his chest, her head resting on his
shoulder.

   Chapter 2

   California - The Present

   Marv slid carefully back into the bed where Marie was still sleeping. 
The call from Jim eased his mind in some areas but triggered feelings of
caution as well.  He didn't have a problem with them following Amy and
Mitchell to Melbourne, but it prolonged the operation, and he knew from
experience the longer an operation went on the more chances of a slip-up.
Legends didn't hold up forever, targets got suspicious, agents made
mistakes.  Time was on the side of the target.  In this case Mitchell was
playing his string out with the Australian government very carefully and
Marv had to admit he hadn't made any mistakes so far - except getting the
serious hots for Amy, and it was hard to blame him for that.  Thinking of
Amy made Marv think of Marie, and he turned his head to look at her
sleeping peacefully in the semi-darkness of the small bedroom off the
control center.  He remembered the first night he had spent in a bed with
her.  It was the night Chantel had been shot and the two of them had been
so lost and so confused.

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   He remembered that he had come into the dark house and taken Marie up to
her room, took off her shoes and tucked her into her bed.  He had started
down the hall to go back downstairs when he heard Marie starting to shriek.
He ran back to her room and grabbed her up from her bed, hugging her
tightly.  She calmed down and began softly sobbing.

   "Don't leave me Pappa, I woke up and I was so scared, I was afraid the
men had come back.  Where is Mamma?  Is she coming home?  Did they have to
take her to the hospital too?"

   Marv sat down on the edge of her bed, holding her in his lap.  As gently
as he could he explained that her Mamma wouldn't be coming home, that she
was gone.  He also explained that the bad men were gone too, and that she
need never worry about them again.  She continued to sob, clinging to him
and begging him to tell her that he would never leave her, never go away
like her Mamma.  As she finally fell asleep he stretched out on the bed
beside her, covering them both with her comforter.  He was afraid to leave
her, she might wake up again and be terrified, he couldn't stand the
thought of her being afraid again.  As he lay in her little bed with her,
hearing her breathing softly, her hand resting in his he knew his life was
going to have to change, he owed it to Chantel.  Marie would never know
fear again, he swore it on his soul to his dead wife.

   He remembered that he lay awake most of the night, holding Marie and
planning their future.  He knew he wouldn't be comfortable with her out of
his sight for quite awhile.  He had pissed off too many people when he
killed the Ricard.  Too many people were making a comfortable living in his
crime empire.  He needed to disappear, he and Marie both.  For the last
several months he had been thinking about leaving the CIA, even though it
was great being able to do research and development with no budget limits.
The best hardware and people to work with anyone could ever want.  But even
in his R&D area there was just too much bureaucratic bullshit.  Briefings
to management, mandatory classes on the latest government management fad or
social experiment.  It was just too much sometimes.  He had several ideas
about distributed micro-circuits that would move covert surveillance into
the next generation, but he found himself reluctant to develop them for the
government where his only reward would be to be promoted out of research
and into more management bullshit.  Maybe this was the time for him to make
his move and go private.  He was sure he could do it, but he would have to
find the capital to get set up.  The kinds of tools and computers he needed
didn't come cheap.  He lay awake far into the early morning hours
considering each step.

   The next morning when he opened his eyes, after what felt like about
thirty minutes of sleep, he found himself staring directly into Marie's big
brown eyes.  She looked at him for a long time, not saying a word then sat
up in bed and turned to face him.  Never breaking eye contact she asked him
in a soft voice to tell her again everything that happened yesterday, to
tell her if it was a dream or did it really happen, did bad men really
break down their door and grab her, was her Mamma really dead.  Marv
described what had happened after he had broken in the rear door of the
shop, how the men had been shot by Steve Parker and himself, and how one of
the men had shot her Mother.  A single tear formed in each of Marie's eyes
and ran down her cheek.  She picked up the corner of the blanket and dried
the tears.  She looked at Marv with clear eyes and a determined expression
on her face.

   "So what do we do now Pappa?"

   "We try to put our lives together 'tite belle (little sweetheart), put
them together and try to love each other - they way Mamma would have wanted
us to do."

   Marie looked at him very seriously.  Then she reached out and put her
small hand on his cheek and told him that as long as she could always reach
out and touch him like this she would feel safe.  She never wanted to be
separated from him again.  Marv knew that keeping Marie with him all the
time was definitely going to change his life, his career and her schooling
- but when he looked into her eyes and saw the fear and uncertainly his
heart melted.  Whatever it took to take the fear of those eyes and put the
smile back in them he would do it, some how, some way.  He told her that he
promised they would never be apart, he would always be there for her, where
she could find him.  He could see the relief spread across her face, a
little smile even tugged at one corner of her mouth.  Marv reached out and
folded her into his arms - she felt so small and so young.  What a terrible
thing for her to have gone through, Marv became angry all over again, his
beloved Chantel was dead and his baby traumatized for years to come.  He
wished he could go back and kill Ricard all over again, he died too
quickly, he should have been made to suffer.  He really should have cut his
dick off first and then shot him in the knees as he bled to death.

   The phone rang, startling them both.  Marv jumped off Marie's bed and
went into his bedroom to answer it.  As he picked it up he glanced at the
clock radio next to the bed - not even seven o'clock yet.  When he had said
hello he was startled to hear a familiar voice - the DCI (Director, Central
Intelligence) himself.  After the obligatory expressions of regret and
sadness he got to the point.  He told Marv that he needed to come in to
Langley right away, they had a problem to deal with from yesterday's
shooting and he needed Marv immediately.  Marv started to say he would be
right in when he looked over at the door to the bedroom and saw Marie
standing here in her wrinkled, slept-in school clothes, one knee sock down
around her ankle, looking at him with large frightened eyes.  Marv felt his
throat swelling up and tears forming in his eyes.

   "I don't think that is going to be possible Director Brower, I really
need to be here - I think you know what I mean."

   The other end of the phone went silent for a few seconds, then the
Director started speaking again.

   "I think I know what you mean Atkinson, I'm sorry I should have thought
about what your daughter is going through, you too of course.  Would you
have any objection to myself and John Scott coming out to your house for a
few minutes, say in about an hour?  We really need to talk face-to-face."

   "No sir, that would be fine.  My daughter and I would be happy if you
and John wanted to stop by to pay your respects." Marv said looking
directly at Marie as he spoke.  She seemed to visibly relax when it became
clear that Marv wasn't going to leave her.  Dr.  John Scott was the Deputy
Director-R&D and Marv's immediate boss.

   Marv gave the Director directions to his house and then hung up.  He
told Marie that his boss was coming out and that she needed to get showered
and cleaned up and so did he.  Marie seemed to suddenly snap back to the
present and took off at a dash down the hall towards her bathroom - nothing
like guests coming over to get a female moving he thought, even a ten year
old.  Marv went into his bathroom and started getting cleaned up as well.
Thirty minutes later he was showered, shaved and dressed in jeans and a
flannel shirt.  As he headed downstairs he smelled coffee brewing in the
kitchen.  One of Marie's chores for the last few months had been to make
coffee in the morning.  Chantel had been teaching her how to make the Cajun
coffee that she loved so much - Marv had finally gotten used to the taste
of chicory in his coffee.  Now he thought, if she could just learn to make
benigets (hot crispy donuts sprinkled with powered sugar) like her mother
his mornings would be happy.  Then it suddenly hit him again, there was no
one to teach her now.  The enormity of a life without Chantel stretched in
front of him.  He stopped in the hallway, almost paralyzed by the emptiness
facing him.  Just then Marie came out of the kitchen at a run, stopping
short when she saw him standing there in the hallway.

   "I was coming to see if you were done yet, I made coffee for your boss,
I hope he likes our special kind of coffee, Mamma always says it's a 'quiet
taste'."

   "Cherie, I think she meant an 'acquired taste', it means something that
you have to get to like over time, and I'm sure that Director Brower and
Dr. Scott will like your coffee just fine."

   Marv suddenly realized what he had to live for, she was standing there
in front of him, wearing a pair of jeans, white tennies and her favorite
Disney World Mickey Mouse tee shirt, her eyes big and trusting.  No matter
what, he had Marie - and she had him.  It was just the two of them now.  He
would never do anything to let her down or cause her to lose that
expression of trust in her eyes as she looked up at him.

   An hour after the call, almost to the minute, the doorbell rang.  Marv
looked out the front window and saw the government sedan out in the
driveway, the CIA driver standing next to the front fender watching the
street.  He opened the door and Director Brower and Marv's boss, Dr.  John
Scott, walked in looking more than a bit uncomfortable.  Marv shook their
offered hands and accepted their murmured condolences.  He led them into
the living room and offered them seats on the couch, sitting in an arm
chair facing them.  Just as they started to speak Marie came into the room
from the kitchen with two cups of coffee, very carefully carrying them by
their saucers.  Marv noticed immediately that she was using the china cups
from their only set of "company" dishes, the ones that Marie was not
supposed to touch, even to wash.  To him that said volumes about the place
in which Marie now saw herself .  Both men stood up and gently reached out
to take the cups from her outstretched hands.  Marv smothered a grin, he
would have to teach Marie how to bring the coffee in a container on a tray
with the cups - and also to ask first if a guest wanted a cup.  He hoped
the men could drink the chicory coffee black, since there wasn't any
evidence of cream or sugar.  It was unlikely they would be offered any
either, he and Chantel drank their coffee black and Marie didn't know there
was any other way to serve it.

   The men sat back down on the couch carefully, concentrating on the very
full cups of coffee.  Director Brower took a large drink from the cup, his
eyes widening at the unexpected strong taste of the chicory.  Marv had all
he could do not to burst out laughing.  John Scott had been over before and
knew by the aroma what he had in his cup and only took a small polite sip
before setting the cup down in front of him on the coffee table. 
Apparently it was definitely a 'quiet taste' for both of them.  Both men
thanked Marie for the fine coffee and Marv could see her standing taller
already, looking proudly out of the corner of her eye at him.  Then
remembering that her Pappa was 'coffeeless' she ran out of the room to
fetch a cup for him as well.

   Director Brower reached out and put his cup down as well and started
speaking quickly.

   "While your daughter is out of the room I wanted to tell you that we
instructed the hospital last night to move your wife's body to the Sexton
Funeral Home over in here in Arlington.  I spoke to the manager this
morning at his residence and reminded him that you were to be shown every
kindness and consideration - as well as complete privacy.  The Agency will
take care of any arrangements that you care to make with him.  He's waiting
for your call.  I hope you won't think we were being presumptuous but we're
worried that some reporter would start tracking hospital admissions to get
the details on this story.  All of the journalists in this town think
they're Woodward or Bernstein and that there's a scandal under every rock
just waiting to make them famous."

   Dr.  Scott reached into his inside jacket pocket and drew out a small
slip of paper with the manager's name and telephone number on it and handed
it to Marv, a somber expression on his face.  Marv could appreciate how
difficult this was for them.  Talking to the wife of a murdered agent was
much more normal for them, talking to a fellow CIA employee about the
murder of his wife was unprecedented; bureaucrats thrived on normality and
precedents.

   "One other thing Atkinson," said the Director after Marv had put the
slip of paper in his shirt pocket.  "I got a call last night from Douglas
Simpson, the ex-Director of the Bureau - he was running the Feebs when the
deal with that scumbag Ricard went down years ago - the one where the SAC
got wasted.  He's retired now as you probably know, but he still has more
connections than AT&T.  Anyway he wanted me to pass along to you his
condolences and to tell you that he owes you big, anything you want or need
just call him and he'll move heaven and earth to make it happen - and
believe me Doug Simpson can make things happen.  So anyway, I just want to
add my two cents as well, I feel that same way as he does, whatever you
need you just call.  Anyway, I've said my piece - you have my deepest
sympathy, and my thanks.  Now I'll let John here tell you why we needed to
see you so quickly and the deal we want to make with you."

   Marie came back into the living room with a cup of coffee for Marv and,
seeing the other cups on the coffee table, set it carefully on the table as
well.  Marv thanked her and leaned forward and picked up the cup of the
aromatic coffee, sipping it gratefully.  He had a feeling he was going to
need all the caffeine he could get today.  For both Brower and Scott to
venture out of Langley to the "hinterland" of Arlington at seven in the
morning meant something needed to be done ASAP (as soon as possible). 
Marie sat on the footstool at Marv's feet and leaned back against his legs,
watching the two men on the couch intently.  They both sifted nervously on
the couch, discussions of this nature with a ten year old girl in a Mickey
Mouse tee shirt watching was definitely most unprecedented; but Marv showed
no intention to ask her leave the room.

   "Humm, well Marv," Scott started.  "The Director and I are worried about
a possible adverse political reaction in the press to the incident
yesterday.  I mean that son-of-a .......uh the protagonist, so to speak,
was pretty well connected with some of the more unsavory elements in
Louisiana politics and through them to some members of the press down
there. Also the two locals were black and that might cause some uneasiness
in the District if the CIA involvement were known.  We're concerned about
perceived Agency involvement, I mean the HRT and the Feebs are operating in
their normal environment but your being there - and don't get me wrong, we
understand what you did completely but "Not just understand it but support
it as well and give you all the credit in the world for your...uh.. 
solution to that nasty piece of work - and his hired thugs with him."
Director Brower interjected, choosing his words carefully, glancing down at
Marie briefly.

   " - CIA involvement in a matter like this blows things up to a level
that causes intense interest in the press.  With things heating up in the
Mid-East we don't need any reporters with flashlights going through our
closets - if you get my meaning," Scott concluded.

   "Absolutely John, this was a private matter as far as I'm concerned, one
that Marie and I will be trying to put behind us so that we can get on with
our lives.  The last thing we want is a bunch of TV vans and print
reporters following us every where, sticking microphones in our faces."

   "That's what the Director and I both thought Marv, so for your sake and
to make things smoother out at the Agency we are suggesting that you and
Marie re-locate and sort of disappear.  Not a full WitPro (Witness
Protection) type of thing but more of a 'going to ground' sort of scenario.
And right away, tomorrow, before things get spun up out of our control.  We
have to be able to say that no one in the employ of the CIA was involved."

   "I understand what you want us to do, but how in hell are we supposed to
get our stuff packed up, a house sold - I mean there are a thousand things
to do-how am I supposed to do all this by tomorrow?  Plus if I leave the
Agency permanently how do I make a living?  I can't apply for a job with no
name or resume." Marv had already thought his through but he thought he
would let them tell him what they were willing to offer first, he didn't
want to be too easy.  Maybe they would cut an even better deal than he had
in mind.

   "Here's what we propose to do Atkinson," the Director said, leaning
forward on the couch toward Marv.  "There will be a packing crew here at
noon, your stuff can be packed and ready for pickup by tomorrow morning. 
You sign your house and cars over to us and we give you title to a house
and a couple of cars in California a little northeast of Malibu on a
hillside called Saddle Peak.  We've had it on the books as a safe house for
three years now, it used to belong to a dictator that came to an unhappy
ending.  It's a good trade, it's sort of outlived its usefulness to us and
we can use this house for a few years and then sell it.  You and Marie have
reservations on a flight out of Dulles to LAX tomorrow afternoon.  Tickets,
ID - to include passports, will be in a package that you'll get tomorrow
morning.  Take anything you want from the house here, but the house in
California is fully furnished so leave what you really don't want.  As for
a job, there's a little cash stored in a safe in the house - enough to live
on for a year or so.  After a year we will be able to send some work your
way, but with this new Ethics in Government Law, we can't contract with you
as a former senior employee for a minimum of a year.  So you just lie low
for a year and then we can send you enough work to keep you real happy as a
consultant - keep us happy too, we don't want to lose your talent.  By the
way, until you leave here tomorrow the Feebs will have a standard two deep
security ring in place."

   Marv knew that a "two deep ring" meant that there would be FBI agents
watching both the house itself (the inner ring) and all approach roads that
someone might use to get in or out of the neighborhood (the outer or second
ring).  Marv looked down at Marie.  She stood up and turned to face him,
reaching out to put her hand in his.  He asked her what she thought of
moving to California.  She just looked at him and told him that as long as
they were together that was all that mattered to her, so if his boss wanted
him to do it he probably should - Marv saw a little smile tug on the corner
of Director Brower's mouth when he heard what she said.  She had obviously
inherited her tact from her mother.

   Marv told the two men that he was agreeable to the deal.  That he and
Marie would be ready to leave tomorrow.  The Director stood up as did John
Scott and they all moved toward the front door.  Marv and Marie walked
along with them.  When they got to the door both men turned and shook hands
again with Marv.

   "Listen Marv, John and I understand what you did and why you had to do
it, we don't forget our own.  You are one of us and will be for as long as
you want to be.  We have a retired agent living on the Saddle Peak property
in California, he's an old friend and he'll make sure nothing happens to
you or this remarkable little lady here." The Director reached out and
touch Marie gently on the head.  Marie had obviously made her first
conquest.

   As they twisted the bolt lock and opened the front door (the regular
latch was hanging ruined from the inside of the door) Marie offered her
hand as well.  As the Director shook her tiny hand gently she told him
thank you for coming and to please come visit again soon (which was what
Chantel would always say to a visitor leaving to their home).  Brower
looked down and saw her face next to the splintered door jamb and an
appreciation of the terror that Marie had gone through showed clearly on
his face.  Marv saw a little moisture form in the Director Bower's eyes as
he dropped down to one knee and reached out and put his arms around Marie
and hugged her tightly.  Then he stood up and turned to Marv with emotion
showing on his face.

   "This is a pretty special little girl you have here Atkinson, take very
good care of her and let me know if you need anything, and I mean anything.
I want to see how see how she turns out in ten years.  We are always
looking for a few good women you know."

   Marv and Marie stood in the open doorway and watched the two men walk
out to the agency car and get in the back seat.  Marv felt Marie's little
arm come up and circle his waist.  Marv reached down and put his arm around
the top of Marie's shoulders.  Marv saw Scott look briefly out the rear
window of the car.  As they drove off, John, making eye contact with Marv,
raised his hand briefly in salute.

   Marv returned to the living room with Marie and helped her take the cups
and saucers into the kitchen.  Putting the delicate china safely on the
counter he found a mug for himself and poured a fresh cup of the aromatic
coffee.  Then getting a glass for Marie he helped her pour herself some
orange juice.  The two of them sat at the kitchen table and planned out
what had to be done over the next twenty-four hours in order to be able to
get on a plane for California and start a new life.  After about an hour
Marv had filled two sheets on the legal pad in front of him, one list for
Marie and one for himself.  There was a lot to do before they could get to
the airport tomorrow.  The good part was that Marie seemed to get into the
plan and got all involved in her responsibilities.  He handed Marie her
list and both of them got started on their tasks.

   As soon as Marie had gone upstairs Marv got the number to the funeral
home out of his pocket and called the manager.  The man was almost frantic
in making sure that Marv would be satisfied with his service - Marv
wondered what the hell the Agency had told the man, or what they had on
him. He told him that Chantel had decided long ago that she wanted to be
cremated.  Marv arranged that the urn would be shipped to California.  Marv
already had her wedding ring and watch which the hospital had removed and
given to him before he left to go home last night.  Marv had no desire to
go out to the funeral home to see her body, he had seen enough last night
and he sure didn't want Marie to see her - her memories of how her mother
looked alive were much nicer.

   Marv was in the garage cleaning stuff out of the cars when Marie came
out to tell him that Dr.  Scott was on the telephone.  Marv was relieved to
get out of Chantel's car and come into the house to talk with John.  The
faint traces of Chantel's perfume in her car were so familiar that his
stomach was knotting up with the anguish of missing her.  When he answered
the phone John wanted to let him know that the packers would be arriving in
about an hour and that a specialist from the Agency would be along as well
to replace the damaged front door and install a "kick proof" plate device
to all the doors.  John went on to tell Marv that Director Brower was
really moved by their visit this morning, and that Marv needn't worry,
Brower was putting some agents on the case along with the FBI.  John told
him that the President was the only person in the DC area that would have
better protection for the next twenty-four hours.

   The packers were there far into the evening, Marie finally fell asleep
curled up on the couch in the living room in the midst of all the activity.
Marv picked her up and carried her up to her room.  As he stood in the
doorway looking at her small bed he decided that since she was probably
going to be sleeping with him for the foreseeable future anyway there was
no sense it both of them trying to sleep in that narrow bed.  He turned and
carried her into his bedroom.  After taking off her jeans and socks and
shoes he tucked her in to the big bed there - on Chantel's side.  A few
hours later when all the packers had left he finally slipped into bed next
to her.  As he lay on his side he felt her snuggling up to his back, her
arm coming around to circle his chest, her knees spooning up against the
backs of his legs - just like her Mother.  The warmth of her body snuggled
up against him coupled with the familiar feel of the bed had him asleep in
less than a minute.

   The next morning she woke him up around seven, bringing him his coffee
in bed just like Chantel had done for years.  He felt a strong rush of love
for her.  She stood there looking so serious, in her jeans and shirt, her
hair pulled back in a tight pony tail holding out the cup, waiting for his
approval.  He took the cup and setting it down on the night table next to
the bed reached out his arms towards her.  Her face broke into a big smile
and she launched herself on him, giggling as he rubbed his unshaven face
into her neck making growling sounds.  It was a game the two of them
played, he would growl like a bear and she would shriek and pretend to try
to get away; they had been playing this way since she was around three.

   Around ten o'clock, while the movers were busily loading boxes into the
moving van, a courier arrived with their new ID, passports, plane tickets
and directions from LAX (Los Angles International Airport) to their new
house near Malibu - along with a set of keys and the combination to the
safe.  There was also a cryptic set of codes for various doors and an
elevator - Marv wondered what sort of house he was getting into.  The house
was between Canyon Road (N1) and Rambla Pacifico Road near an area called
Saddle Peak.  There was also a post-it note from John Scott telling him
that there would be a government sedan coming to pick them up for their
drive to the airport and wishing them a good trip - along with instructions
for Marv to call in as soon as he was settled.

   Amazingly enough, by noon all the boxes had been loaded, the furniture
that they were taking was in the van and the movers were ready to leave. 
Marv and Marie had packed a minimum amount of clothes to take on the plane
since everything they owned would be arriving three days later, their bags
were sitting next to the front door.  They walked through the house and
checked to see if they had overlooked anything.  Marv felt a terrible
sadness at leaving the home that he and Chantel had brought Marie to two
days after she had been born.  He had always envisioned them living in this
house forever and watching Marie grow up.  He was keeping up a cheerful
front for Marie, trying to keep her interested in their trip.  Marie was
feeling scared and sad as well, but she too was keeping up a cheerful and
interested front - for Marv.  Around three o'clock they saw a dark gray
four door sedan pull up in the driveway.  Two men got out and headed for
the front door; Marv recognized both of them at once, Bill Hartley and
Steve Parker.  He was grateful that they had taken on the task of driving
he and Marie to the airport, one of his concerns about leaving so suddenly
was not being able to tell both of them how much he appreciated what they
had done for him - now he would have the chance.

   "Hey, you guys are pretty highly paid drivers," Marv said as he opened
the front door.

   "We couldn't let you get off without our seeing you one more time Marv.
Bill and I are really sorry about how things worked out, but we both agree
that you two getting lost for awhile until things cool down is a good idea.
There was a short blurb on the car radio coming over about some suspected
CIA involvement in a drug ring shoot out in Arlington yesterday.  The press
snooping is just getting started, you're leaving none too soon." Parker
reached out and touched Marie's head softly.  "And how are you doing
sweetie, are you excited to be going to California?"

   "I guess so, as long as Pappa and I are together I'm OK with going
anywhere." She reached out and took his hand in hers.  "Thank you Mr. 
Parker for saving my Pappa's life, I saw you shoot that bad man that had
the knife, he was going to throw it at my Pappa."

   "Your Pappa was very brave too Marie, he broke in the door and shot
those other two bad men and saved my life and yours too."

   "This is Agent Hartley Marie, he was the one that found out where the
bad men were holding you and Mamma and told me how to find you," Marv
added.

   "Thank you too Mr.  Hartley, I was very scared but Mamma had told me
when we were in the back of that van not to worry that Pappa would find us
- and he did." Marie said, reaching out and shaking Bill's hand as well.

   Everyone was getting nervous with this subject, so Marv just gathered up
the bags and suggested that they all get in the car and head out to Dulles
before they missed their plane.  As they got in the car Marv handed the
house keys as well as the car keys to Steve and asked him to see that John
Scott out at Langely got them.  Steve told him he already had instructions
to make sure he got keys from Marv and dropped them off at Langley on the
way back from the airport.  Steve kept Marie entertained all the way to the
airport telling her things to see and places to go in the LA area since he
had grown up in Santa Monica, only about fifteen miles from where they were
going to be living.  He told her she would be a surf-bunny before she knew
it.  Marie was a little confused as to why she would want to be a bunny -
the only bunny she had ever seen was at school one time and it was cute
with white fur and pink eyes.  Did Mr.  Parker mean that her eyes would
turn pink from the surf in California?  She would have to ask Pappa when
they were alone, she liked her brown eyes.

   They got to the airport in plenty of time and after good-byes were
exchanged along with promises to stay in touch Marv and Marie went into the
terminal to get checked in for their flight.  This would be Marie's third
trip in an airplane.  The three of them had flown to Orlando twice for
family excursions to Disney World and Epcot Center so she was acting very
knowledgeable about the flying process even asking the ticket agent the
name of the in-flight movie.  Marv was able to upgrade their tickets at the
ticket counter with some of his frequent flyer miles.  He was glad, Marie
would be more comfortable up front - and he hoped to get some much needed
sleep.  They took the shuttle to the remote terminal and boarded their
flight.  About an hour into the flight they were served dinner and then the
cabin attendants started the movie.  They put on their headsets but within
a few minutes both of them were asleep.  They slept almost all the way to
LA, the flight attendant waking them when they were about fifteen minutes
from starting their descent.

   It was getting dark when they finally got to the Avis rental car lot and
picked up their car.  Marv got out his directions and the map that Avis put
in the car to figure out how to get to the house.  He didn't have a feel
for the traffic this time of day but from what Steve had told him the
freeways this time of evening would be full so he elected to drive up
Lincoln Boulevard from the airport until it hit Highway 1 in Santa Monica.
From there it was just a few miles to the turnoff onto Rambla Pacifico Road
then right on Saddle Peak Road to a white gravel driveway on the left. 
They set out, Marie looking out he window at all the new sights - probably
looking for the beach Marv thought after Steve Parker spent thirty minutes
telling her how great it was going to be.  About forty minutes after they
left the airport they turned right on the winding road leading up into the
Malibu foothills.  They found Saddle Peak road with no trouble and drove
for about a mile and just as the directions said a white gravel driveway
showed up on the left with a metal post with three red reflectors on it. 
As he pulled up along side the post he saw the small numbers 3-9-1 engraved
on the post near the ground where they wouldn't be noticed - unless you
were looking for them.  That confirmed for him that he was in the right
place, the numbers weren't an address, they stood for CIA (the number of
each letter in the alphabet).  The meaning of the innocent looking number
was only known to the people in the agency, it marked all CIA covert
assets.

   Marv turned into the driveway and drove very slowly up the hilly gravel
road.  After about four hundred feet he saw a large single story ranch
house in front of him.  Lights were on in several of the rooms.  He came to
a stop and turned off his headlights and looked carefully at the house.  As
he watched a light went off in the back of the house and a new one came on
in what would probably be the kitchen.  He was concerned, he had been told
that there was a housekeeping couple, but he didn't think they would be in
the main house, he was told that they had a smaller house behind the main
house.  He wasn't armed, and he was reluctant to just walk up to the house,
especially with Marie in tow.  He told Marie to stay in the car for a few
minutes and he would go see if the keys fit the door.  He told her if
anything scared her to honk the horn.  He didn't like leaving her in the
car alone but he just wanted to get a look in a window to see who was in
the house before he and Marie announced themselves.

   He opened the driver's door and stepped out on to the driveway.  He
quietly shut the door and giving Marie a thumbs up sign walked softly to
the house.  He went around the left side towards where he had seen a light
come on in what looked like a kitchen window.  He ducked down and he came
near the window and slowly raised up until just his eyes cleared the window
sill.  It was a kitchen, but there was no one in sight.  There weren't any
dishes out or cooking utensils on the counters.  As he prepared to move to
another window he suddenly felt the cold pressure of a gun barrel pressed
firmly into the base of his skull.  A gravelly voice spoke harshly.

   "Don't make a sound, put your hands flat on the sides of the window and
spread your legs, lean forward on the window.  Make any other move and I'll
blow the top of your head off."

   An icy chill spread down his spine from the place where the cold barrel
pressed into his neck.  Did they have Marie too?  How could anyone have
followed him here?  Now what was he going to do?  Should he make a move for
the gun?  He had always heard the field agents say that the best time to
make a move was right away - before the assailant could establish a feeling
of dominance over you.  He tensed his muscles, he would only get one
chance. He shifted his weight to his left leg and prepared to spin to the
right and kick out at his attacker.  Maybe he could get him to drop his
gun. Just then he heard the horn in the car honk - someone was after Marie
too!

   Chapter 3

   Australia - The Present

   Jim and Julie just sat at their tables, stunned for a minute.  All of
them had thought they were about to end this mess.  Now everything was back
in the air again, plus they didn't know if Mitchell would suddenly have
suspicions about Amy.  Jim was thinking desperately.

   "Listen Julie, give me the fake letter and I'll take it back to the post
office, no one has seen me in or out of the building.  You go find Amy in
the lobby upstairs.  We don't know when Mitchell will be back and it will
look better if he sees you with her instead of me.  Especially since you
are back in character as a teenager.  Tell Amy not to spend the night with
him - we can't take the chance that he has noticed the fake letter
disappearing, he could be on to her.  You two better find some way to
explain why she can't stay with him tonight, don't shut the door completely
- we need to keep him on the hook.  We don't want to lose him but we can't
risk having Amy sleep in the same room with him, he has already killed
once. You had better use the Julie Stark legend that we have with us.  I'll
put the letter back and then go back to the Hyatt.  I'll get you a room
there under that name - maybe you can come up with a way to get Amy back to
spend the night with you in your room."

   "OK Daddy, don't worry.  Amy and I will come with some sort of story -
I'll be an old friend from home or something.  Listen the letter was on the
right side of the box, leaning left with the top resting on the other side
of the box.  It was right up against the door and the flap was facing left.
Just be careful.  You should be able to hear Amy and I on her transmitter -
at least part of the time.  Don't worry about us, both of us are armed and
there is no way that Mitchell is getting us alone until we have a clear
picture of what he knows.  That reminds me did you bring the drug kit down
with you?"

   "I did honey, what exactly did you have in mind?"

   "I'm not sure yet, but maybe we can make this work for us - I mean me
showing up.  If he likes one teen girl, maybe two would get him even more
heated up.  Anyway we may need to put him to sleep with some of the
rohypnol (an odorless, tasteless sleeping drug, often called Roofies and
used quite effectively for date rape).  We'll probably need the
anti-alcohol stuff too."

   "You go up a floor to the lobby and find Amy.  I'll go directly to the
GPO and return this fake letter to Mitchell's box.  Give me at least
forty-five minutes before you try to get into your room at the Hyatt.  Your
key will be at the front desk - under Stark, of course.  Just be sure you
girls don't do anything to put yourselves at risk - but make sure you keep
Mitchell panting to get laid.  Now that the letter is missing again we
can't let him get off the hook."

   Julie left the coffee bar and headed for the escalator to the right that
would take her up to the lobby level to find Amy.  As she rose up the
moving stairway she saw Jim going up the escalator at the opposite end of
the shopping area, the one which led to the street level door on the
Collins street side of the hotel.

   As she stepped off the escalator Julie saw Amy almost at once, she was
sitting alone at a table at the edge of the lobby where it joined the
registration area.  The table was isolated but in the open where it would
be hard for someone to use a directional mike to overhear any conversation.
Tables next to walls were ideal for someone with a good directional
microphone to eavesdrop on since the wall made a perfect sound board. 
Plus, sitting up against a wall eliminated half of your directions to move
in if something went wrong.  Pros always left maximum flexibility even if
they didn't think they would need it.  Marv's Tradecraft instructor had
drummed that into their heads day-after-day in training, throwing what
seemed like impossible scenarios at them.  (One day when Amy told him that
some of them were pretty far fetched he looked at them seriously and told
them everyone of them was a real occurrence, and that he wasn't even
telling them about some of the really strange ones.) Amy had a shopping bag
on the floor next to her chair and a glass of something - probably Bitter
Lemon, one of her favorites since she had been here in Australia - on the
small table in front of her.  As Julie walked toward Amy she could tell
that Amy saw her but made no acknowledgment.  It wasn't until Julie reached
her table and looked down at her that she turned her head up to look at
Julie.

   "Good grief!  Is that you?  What in the world are you doing in
Australia?" Amy said excitedly.  She got quickly to her feet and threw her
arms around Julie, pulling her into her in a tight hug.

   "I'm using the 'Stark' legend," Julie whispered in her ear.  "The letter
in the box was a fake, Daddy is taking it back.  You might be in danger if
Mitchell finds out.......Ohh my God, I thought that was you Amy Prentiss! I
hoped I would run into somewhere in Australia when I came over, but I
thought you were in Sydney, I spoke to your Mom just before I left three
days ago and she said you were still there, shopping your head off." Julie
spoke loudly in an excited 'blond valley girl' type of voice.  Then as she
tightened her hug she spoke softly again into Amy's ear.

   "We need to keep him occupied until we can be sure what he knows.  I
have a separate room at the Hyatt, we have to work out how you stay with me
tonight."

   Amy broke the hug and pulled back to look at her friend.  Julie was
amazed there were no question showing in Amy's eyes, she looked just like
someone that had unexpectedly met a friend from home in a foreign country.
Julie marveled again at what a great actress her sister was when she needed
to be.

   Amy told her to sit down and joined her.  As they settled into their
chairs Amy reached under the table and briefly squeezed Julie's thigh and
gave her a quick subtle wink acknowledging the message Julie had really
brought.  Also as they sat down each of them examined the crowd in the
lobby behind the other to see if Mitchell had arrived.  Neither saw him but
they couldn't be sure that he didn't have a confederate watching Amy.  No
one was near enough to hear them talk.  As long as they blocked their
mouths from view of someone watching them through binoculars they could
talk fairly safely.  With the busy Registration Desk as a backdrop no
directional microphone would be successful in hearing their conversations.

   "Looks clear from my side," Julie said rubbing the side of her mouth
with her hand - blocking any view of her lips.

   "Me too." Amy acknowledged, blotting her lips with her napkin.  "What
the hell happened?  I saw him put the fucking envelope back into the box,
and I guarantee that the letter in it was the real thing."

   "Oh there was a envelope in the box all right, it was the only thing in
the box, but the two sheets of paper inside of it were blank.  He switched
the envelopes on us somehow."

   "Shit.  Thinking back on it I remember him buttoning his coat as he
walked toward me, and I think it was already buttoned while we were reading
the letter.  He must have had the fake in his inside jacket pocket and
switched them as the turned his back to me to return the letter to the box.
So what's the plan?"

   In-between the whispers the two girls carried on a normal teenage girl
conversation about how strange it was to see each other here on the other
side of the world, who they had seen before they left the US, how good
looking the Australian men were and other mundane things.  One whispered
while the other was talking in a normal voice.  It was an interesting
trick, they had practiced it for many hours, how to speak in a normal voice
while listening to the other person speaking in a whisper.  It was easy to
do when you got the hang of it, it just took practice.

   -----------------------------------------

   As the taxi pulled away from the curb Mitchell looked over his shoulder
at Amy briskly walking away into the crowd, heading up Elizabeth Street
toward Collins.  What a magnificent ass on the bitch he thought.  He
couldn't wait to roll her over on her stomach, grab her by the waist, pull
her up to her knees and shove his prick right up her tight unsuspecting
virgin asshole.  What a treat that would be to hear her shriek as he shoved
it in all the way to the hilt in a single stroke.  He felt his prick
instantly start swell in his pants.  He licked his lips, he could still
taste the inside of her hot, wet mouth from when he drove his tongue into
it a minute ago.  Those soft full lips, they felt wonderful, he had never
kissed any that felt better.  He could tell he had caught her off-guard,
but she really melted with just an little tongue, nuzzling up to his neck
like that.  What would she do with some hard prick?  God, he was bloody
obsessed with her!  He snapped out of his sexual fantasy, he had to get
control of himself, if he was going to see Bruce he didn't want to walk in
with a bloody lump in his pants, his mate would never let him live it down.

   "Head over to Boundary Street in Port Melbourne driver.  The building
I'm going to is at number 65."

   Mitchell settled back into the seat of he car as the driver started off.
He patted his inside jacket pocket, the letter still there, safe.  He would
have to put it back in the secondary hiding place as soon as he was through
with Bruce, it wouldn't do to carry it around, anything could happen.  If
the police nabbed him with the letter it was all over.  This piece of paper
was worth something like twenty million to him.  Twenty million and all of
Amy he wanted, what a dream come true.  Maybe he should tell Sun Lim to
keep her around for him whenever he wanted her.  No, he wouldn't want to be
in Indonesia when the conflict started, or for a long time afterwards.  He
wanted to be safely in Switzerland or France.  There were thousands of
birds as good looking as that little bitch.  With his money he could have a
different one everyday if he wanted, any size, age or type.  All of them on
their knees in front of him, sucking him off.  Stop it!  He told himself
again, this wasn't getting his hardon down.  He reached over and picked up
the copy of the Age that was lying on the back seat next to him.  He
started reading the paper and concentrating on the news to quench the hot
glow between his legs.

   Twenty minutes later, when the taxi pulled up in front of a shabby
glass-fronted shop building in the Port Melbourne area, he was still
thinking about how great Amy looked striding away in the crowd in those
tight pants.  Mitchell got out, asking the driver to wait - explaining he
would only be a few minutes.  He rang the bell at the front door and a
minute later a gray -haired man peered out through the dusty glass door, a
look of recognition spreading over his sour face.

   "G'day John," the man said as he opened the door a foot or so to let
Mitchell enter.  "You look all flushed mate, you coming down a bit crook
(sick in Aussie)?

   "G'day Bruce, no I'm fine, I've just been rushing around all morning. 
Look mate I've got a hot one for you, I need this one done right away."
Mitchell said as he squeezed through the narrow opening.

   "How soon is soon Johnny, I've got a big job all backed up because one
of my cameras packed it in this morning." Bruce complained as he led
Mitchell into the back room where his "shop" was located.

   "I'll need this new passport by tomorrow morning - latest mate."

   "Bloody hell, these blokes will have my guts for garters if I don't get
this job done for them before tomorrow noon.  I can't take the chance
Johnny, these are not the type to take me being late as a mild
inconvenience."

   "As soon after noon as possible then Bruce, I may need to leave on real
short notice and I want to be able to take this girl with me." Mitchell
handed Bruce Amy's passport.  "I think Canadian would be the best, she
would never pass for an Aussie or a Pom (British), and Yank might just be
too close to home if someone tried to track her down looking for American
passports."

   Bruce took a close look at Amy's picture on the inside cover of the blue
passport.  He glanced up quickly at Mitchell.

   "I see why you want her with you Johnny, and maybe why you looked so
red-faced.  If I was getting a bit of this one I might be red-faced as
well. I'll do what I can, but it will cost you two thousand."

   "What sort of 'mates rate' is that Bruce, the ones you did for me last
month were only five hundred."

   "Well, that was a job I could take my time with, plus the word is
starting to get out on you my friend, something about a woman in a dump
bin?"

   "I don't know what you're talking about Bruce, but I would advise that
you stick to your job and make my passports.  What goes on in Canberra is
of no concern to you mate."

   "Hey, no worries Johnny, I'll have them ready by mid-afternoon tomorrow
at the latest." He better watch himself Bruce thought, he hadn't said
anything about where they found the body, but Mitchell knew it was in
Canberra.  He was surprised, he really didn't think Mitchell had it in him
to kill someone, shows how people can fool you he thought.  Best be sure he
kept Xerox copies of all these passport pages for insurance.

   "Sorry, I'm a bit on edge Bruce.  Look I've got a taxi waiting.  I'll be
by tomorrow - and don't worry I'll bring the cash with me."

   After a round of banter from Bruce about Mitchell hurrying off to see
his girlfriend the two men parted amicably.  Mitchell told the driver to
drop him off at the GPO where he had picked him up earlier.  He was in a
sweat to get this letter secured again and get back to Amy who was waiting
at the hotel.  He kept think about her naked and spread out on the bed, her
big tits filling his hands as he shoved his prick up inside her tight
virgin pussy.

   Mitchell got out of the taxi in front of the GPO building.  He walked at
a brisk pace up the stairs and through the large front doors.  Turning left
he went into the room with the rented boxes.  First he checked box number
1024, sure enough the fake letter was still in there, he could see it
through the little window at the bottom of the box.  He checked the pointer
dial, it was directly at the zero, just as he left it.  He breathed a sigh
of relief, up until now he had a nagging suspicion that Amy might be a
plant - but the fact that he had been gone for almost an hour and the box
was not tampered with and the letter still inside reassured him.  He went
to the end of the line to box 1002 and dialed the combination and put the
real letter inside the empty box.  As he shut the box and set pointer down
at six he felt a great sense of relief.  His fortune was safe again and Amy
cleared in his mind of any lagging doubts.  Now to get back to the Regent
and fuck the bitch silly!

   Chapter 4

   California - The Past

   At the sound of the horn Marv started to pivot on his left foot, raising
his right foot and preparing to kick toward his assailants gun hand as he
spun around.  The man with the gun stepped back one pace and kicked his
foot sideways striking Marv squarely on the left ankle.  Since all of his
weight was on that ankle Marv immediately lost his balance and fell heavily
to the ground.  He heard the hammer on the man's gun pulled back and he
tried desperately to get to his feet.  Then he heard a woman's voice shout.

   "Cal, don't hurt him, it's the man that Dick Brower told us to expect, I
have his little daughter Marie right here with me."

   The man standing above Marv quickly uncocked his weapon and sticking it
down in his waistband reached out to help Marv to his feet.

   "Geez I'm really sorry Mr.  Atkinson, but when I saw a stranger sneaking
around the windows I thought it might be one of the people you are dodging.
I mean, we expected you to drive right up to the house, with your little
girl with you.  So when I saw a single man by the window I just ...

   "Listen, I understand," Marv said.  It was silly of me to sneak up on
the house like that, I was told that someone would be here, I should have
just driven right up.  We're just so unsettled right now.  Anyway, no hard
feelings, I'm just glad you're so competent." Marv extended his hand toward
the stocky man in front of him.  The man sheepishly reached out to engulf
Marv's hand in his large and callused right hand.

   "Calvin Jenkins, my friends - if you can still be one after I
over-reacted like a fool - call me Cal.  This lovely lady walking up with
your daughter is my wife and partner of thirty-five years, Evelyn -
everyone calls her Evie."

   Marv shook Cal's hand enthusiastically and turned to face Evie as she
walked up with Marie right alongside, holding tightly to her left hand. 
Marv extended his hand to Evie as well.  As he took her little hand in his
he marveled at it's small size, it didn't feel much bigger than Marie's,
she was only five feet tall, but he felt tremendous warmth and strength in
her as he made physical contact.  He saw Marie looking up at Evie as they
stood there, she was almost as tall as Evie and he could see Marie looking
at her with warmth.  Marv realized that this was going to be an important
relationship for Marie with Chantel gone.  He suddenly felt a sense of
relief being with the two of them, he hadn't realized how much burden he
had felt as having to uproot everything and bring Marie to a strange
environment alone, somehow in just these few minutes he felt like he had
entered a family environment again.

   The four of them walked around the back and into the kitchen that Marv
had been peering into just minutes before.  Evie bustled around getting
milk for Marie and putting coffee on for the adults.  Completing the
arrangements with a plate of cookies she sat them all down at the round
kitchen table.  Marv complemented them on their house and told them that he
hoped that it would not be an imposition for he and Marie to move in.  He
figured that they would probably have to move back into the guest house
since it was pretty obvious that they had been living in the "big house"
while it was empty.

   Cal and Evie looked at each other and burst into laughter.  Marv was
mystified as to what they were laughing about.

   "I guess that the boys at Langely were a little vague about the
arrangements out here," Cal said finally a big grin on his face.  Evie just
reached out and patted his hand, a grin on her face as well.

   Marv told them that all he knew was that some overseas dictator had
build the house and that he had never moved in since he had been
assassinated before he could flee his country.  The CIA had taken over the
house as a "safe house" and that a retired agent - obviously Cal - lived in
a guest house on the property.  He added that they had traded for his house
in Arlington and that he and Marie were prepared to live here for the next
several years, at least until the associates of Ricard had forgotten about
them.  He looked around the kitchen and added that he thought he and Marie
would be fine here, it was about the same size as the house that they had
left.

   Cal and Evie started chuckling again and got up from the table.  Cal
asked Marv to come with them so that they could explain the real situation.
Marv and Marie got up and followed them through a door off the back of the
kitchen that led to a large garage.  The three car garage was empty except
for some shelves along the back wall and a workbench along one side.  Marv
asked what happened to the cars and Cal told him that he had moved them
around the back of their guest house to allow the movers to stack the boxes
and furniture that was coming here in the garage.  Marv was getting more
and more puzzled.  He looked at Cal and asked him why would they put stuff
in the garage, why not just have the movers put it into the rooms where it
was going to be unpacked?  And if Cal and Evie were living in the guest
house who was living here, it was obvious that someone was using the house
daily.

   "Thanks for thinking that about the house, Evie and I work real hard to
make it look like someone lives here full time.  But this place is just a
shill, the real house that you are going to live in is about a thousand
feet straight above us at the top of this ridge.  We keep this house
looking like it is occupied so that no one will wonder why an empty house
is sitting at the end of this driveway.  This is the address where you will
'officially' live, and if anyone comes to visit you this is where they will
come."

   "Well how do we get up to the 'real' house?  I didn't see any road going
beyond this place.  It seems to be sort of inconvenient to have to live up
a steep ridge and have to drive down here every day to make people believe
we live here."

   "Actually it's a little easier than that Marv, watch the back wall."
With that Cal took a small remote controller out of his pocket and pushed a
button located on the top of the controller.  The entire back wall rose
silently into the ceiling, shelves and all, revealing two stainless steel
elevator doors, one small one that looked like an normal elevator and one
that was three times as big, more like a freight elevator.

   "You don't mean to tell me that these are elevators that go up to the
house you spoke about?  Opening right here in the garage."

   "Exactly Marv," Cal said as he pushed a second button and they watched
as the small elevator door open with a soft whooshing sound.

   The four of them entered the small elevator, Marv noticed that it was
stainless steel inside as well as outside.  A small security camera was
fixed behind a glass plate in the top corner of the elevator car.  Marv
noticed that Cal placed his left thumb over the far left part of a dark
Plexiglas plate on the elevator control panel as he pushed the button
marked '4'.  He assumed the Plexiglas plate, as well as showing the floor
number that the elevator was on, had a thumb print reader built into it. 
Cal affirmed his supposition a second later by telling him that he would
enter Marv and Marie's thumb print signatures in the computer tomorrow
morning first thing.  He told them none of the buttons would work unless
the thumb print was correct, in fact if anyone tried to access any of the
floors without their thumb print identified the doors to the elevator would
close and lock until they were unlocked from the computer that controlled
the security system.  Cal explained that the fourth floor was the top
floor, the regular living area and the only part of the house that showed
to the outside world.  Along with the house there was an outside tennis
court and pool built into that level along with a roof top garden area on
the opposite side of the house from the pool.  The third level, which was
the first underground level, contained the Master Suite and Spa along with
six smaller bedrooms and a living area and kitchen that was originally
designed for the chief guards of the dictator.  There was also a well
equipped machine shop and large hydraulic lift (designed to lift a small
helicopter through the hole left in the roof when the tennis court was
retracted into the structure) in a separate area on this level right under
the tennis court.  Cal said that he would show Marv how the lift worked
when they got to that level.  The second level was divided into a number of
smaller shop type rooms and a large firing range and weapons storage and
repair facility, also under the end of the house that had the tennis court.
One of the shops was a 'clean room' for computers with a separate air
filtration system and self-contained cooling unit.  This floor also
contained the security system monitors and computers along with what was
basically an operations room.  The last (or deepest) floor was a smaller
than the other floors and was devoted mainly to the storage of water, fuel
and other cleaning liquids along with the electrical generators that ran
complex.  A large safe - now almost empty - was also built into this floor.
As Cal was finishing the description of the house the elevator came to a
stop on the top floor.  Marv waited for the doors to open, but instead Cal
slid open the Plexiglas cover and exposed a small ten key pad.  He entered
four numbers and the door slid opened.  He explained that without entering
the numbers the elevator would immediately return to the bottom floor where
it would remain until opened by the security system.  That explained the
number combinations that were in the package that Marv had gotten before
they left Virginia.

   "This seems like a very elaborate security system, even for a disposed
dictator.  Who put it together for him?" Marv asked as they exited the
elevator.

   "He had one of the best security firms in Germany, Dortmund GmbH, come
over and installed it as the house was being built.  Soon after his demise
and the Agency taking over the house the plans somehow disappeared from the
company's files.  Now the only record of the entire system is in the files
at Langely, with a copy here in the operations room." Cal went on to
describe how the security had been improved even more by the technology
that the Agency had installed.  He speculated that this might be the most
difficult private house in America to assault.  He told Marv that it was
quite a mark of respect for him that the DCI had let him move in.

   The four of them stepped out of the elevator into a spacious home
theater room.  A wide screen projector system filled one wall, a dozen
large theater-type seats arranged in rows in front of it.  Double doors
opened into a dinning room with a long dark wood table seating twenty, a
large crystal chandelier hung over the table.  A butler's pantry opened
into a large, well equipped kitchen.  A library/study and a huge living
room completed the first floor.  Narrow skylights in each of the room
(except the theater room) would provide a soft glow throughout the top
floor during daylight hours.  A set of floor-to-ceiling glass doors at the
end of the living room opened on to a patio area with a large pool and
tennis court.  Cal rapped his knuckle on the glass.

   "One inch thick bullet-proof lexan, it would take an anti-tank rocket to
put a hole in this.  Notice that this is the only window anywhere in the
property, except for the skylights, and they are too small for anyone to
get through.  Step back a minute." Cal pushed a button on the small remote,
a metal wall rose rapidly from the floor, in two seconds it had covered the
entire expanse of the glass wall.

   "Well, I guess I'm convinced that the place is secure.  I really don't
think that Marie and I are going to be bothered, but if we are it's nice to
know that it will take some effort for anyone to get to us."

   Cal lowered the metal wall and slid the doors open and led them out on
to the patio.  The pool area was lit by the underwater lights of the pool
as well as small ground lights in the planters that surrounded the pool. 
They walked over the edge of the fence the surrounded the property and
looked south toward Los Angles.  The lights of the city were clear and
shimmering in the spring evening, the runway lights of LAX showed clearly.
The land around the house was rocky and sloped steeply down away from the
structure.  The house seem to sit on a small piece of land just big enough
to hold the house.  Marv had to admit it would take a very sophisticated
and determined enemy to get into this house.

   The four of them continued to move down from floor to floor looking at
the facilities that had been built into the house.  Cal showed them the
workout room he had finished himself, along with the weapons shop and
firing range.  He and Marv got into a long discussion of what would be
needed to install a computer research and development facility, they agreed
to make that a priority along with installing an up-to-date communication
system.  They completed their tour an hour later where they started, in the
empty garage.  Marv and Marie were both tired and feeling a bit overwhelmed
since they had left the East Coast earlier that day.  Cal and Evie decided
that it would be easier for Marv and Marie to sleep in what they had been
calling the "middle house" for tonight until the security system could be
modified with their IDs.  Evie showed them to the two bedrooms, and Marie
looked at Marv out of the corner of her eye but didn't say anything as Evie
turned down the bed in the smaller of the two bedrooms.  Marv knew that he
would be joined in his bed by Marie very soon after Cal and Evie left for
the night.  He figured it would be sometime, if ever, before Marie would
want to sleep alone - and that was all right with him, he didn't want to be
alone either.

   Chapter 5

   Australia - The Present

   Mitchell was slightly out of breath as he walked through the lobby level
doors at the Regent.  He realized that had been walking very fast to get
back to the hotel and meet with Amy.  He was feeling a little foolish to be
so eager over a little teenager, but he was more than ready to give her a
fuck she wouldn't forget anytime soon.  As he moved across the registration
area he saw Amy sitting at a table just at the edge of the lobby - but she
wasn't alone, there was a very attractive blond girl sitting at the table
with her.  Both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves, laughing and
gesturing at each other.  Mitchell came to a sudden stop, he sensed danger.
Amy didn't know anyone in Melbourne, now suddenly she had a "friend"?  It
was just too convenient.  He stepped back behind a pillar and ran over the
possibilities in his mind.  The letter was undisturbed.  Amy was waiting
where she said she would wait.  He peered out from behind the pillar, yes
there was a bag on the floor next to her from Eve's Apple, the lingerie
shop in the lower level.  Maybe he was over-reacting, best join them and
see what would happen.  Just be careful Johnny my lad he thought, don't
blow twenty million over a piece of ass.

   "Here he comes." Amy whispered.  "I guess he decided to take a chance
and find out who you are, don't forget you're supposed to play 'Susie
Hotpants' and get him to take us both to dinner."

   "Hello Amy," Mitchell said softly as he walked up to the table, resting
his hand on her shoulder in a proprietary way.  "Who's your pretty friend?"

   Amy pretended to be startled by his appearance, looking up at him with
big eyes.  "Oh, hi Johnny, you startled me.  This is my friend from home
Julie Stark, she's on our Olympic swimming team and she's taking a short
tour of Australia before training for the preliminaries that starts next
month.  I just ran into her by accident - it is a real surprise to see her,
she and I go to the same school back home." Amy rushed her words out in a
breathless little voice.

   Mitchell stuck out his hand towards Julie.  "Welcome to Australia Ms. 
Stark, I'm Johnny McCall, I hope you enjoy your visit - and do well in the
Games," Mitchell said in a ingratiating tone.

   "Thank you.  Won't you join us Johnny - if I may call you that.  You're
even better looking than Amy described..."

   "Julie!  I don't know what you're talking about I barely mentioned
him..."

   "I just can't believe it Johnny, shy little Amy all alone in Australia
and she finds a good looking and successful man to show her around.  I
should be so lucky, I've been in Melbourne for three days and no one pays
any attention to me whatsoever," Julie said in a flirty voice, looking at
him with her big blue eyes.

   "Please do call me Johnny - Julie, and I can't believe someone as
devastatingly attractive as you are can't find a dozen men to squire her
around." Mitchell was laying it on thick.

   Both girls were ready to gag, but this was a game they played well. 
Before long they would have this fool panting after them.  The trick was to
get him relaxed enough to entertain the idea of taking both of them out to
dinner - then they would use their drugs to get him passed out in his room
where they could search his stuff hoping to get a clue as to the location
of the letter.

   "You are too kind sir," Julie said in a bantering tone, "but the fact is
that I've had dinner alone every night since I've been in your country. 
I'm beginning to think that Australian men don't like blondes."

   "Nonsense my dear, we love blondes - at least I do, auburn-haired women
as well," he added glancing quickly over at Amy.  "You must join Amy and I
for dinner this evening, I'll try to make up for the rudeness of my fellow
Aussies."

   "That would be great Johnny, I've got this killer dress that I thought I
would never get to wear while I was down here.  And Amy and I have so much
to catch-up on.  She told me that she hasn't found a room yet, so I told
her she could share mine at the Grand Hyatt, I've got two beds and there's
no sense her going to the expense of renting her own room.  She can stay
with me for the two nights I'm still here - it will be just like back home
on a sleep-over."

   The girls could tell that this idea wasn't too popular with Mitchell, he
was in a bad way with wanting Amy.  Amy reached under the table and
squeezed his thigh, high up towards his crotch.  He got the hint and agreed
that it was fortunate that Amy had run into Julie before booking a room for
herself.  He arranged that he pick them up at the Hyatt for dinner at about
eight.  Julie asked if they could have dinner here at the Regent, she said
that she had heard that they had one the best restaurants in the city and
she wanted to see the view from its glass-walled location.  Mitchell was
flattered by her approval of the hotel in which he was staying and quickly
agreed.  He figured it might be possible to get them both to his room if he
got enough alcohol in them.

   Mitchell excused himself and went to the concierge desk to arrange the
transfer of Amy's baggage to the Hyatt.  As he waited for the concierge to
locate Amy's garment bag he glanced over at the two young girls.  They were
sitting at the table giggling and acting like typical teenagers.  What a
evening that would be to have them both.  That cute blond Julie was a
bewitching little slut, no virgin that one.  He could see the sexual heat
in her eyes when she looked at him.  What would it be like to have them
both at the same time he wondered?  A night of fucking he would never
forget he was sure of that.  He understood Amy taking Julie up on her offer
of a room, obviously she didn't want any rumors starting at home about her
shacking up with a man in Australia - little did she know that she would
never see home again.  Julie looked like the type that would enjoy telling
everyone about Amy's sins.  Well, even if he didn't fuck them both, there
was still plenty of time to slip the prod to little Amy.  Maybe it was
better this way, he could have the passport and be ready to leave the
country before he fucked her.  Now that Julie had seen them together he
would have to disappear pretty quickly if he took Amy with him, and that
was a fantasy he wasn't willing to give up.  The concierge came up to tell
him that bag was on it way to the Hyatt.  Mitchell thanked him and went
back to join the girls.

   "Well your bag is taken care of Amy, it should be at the Hyatt by the
time you get there.  I'll pick you two up at eight and we can come up here
for dinner, then if you're interested I'll show you some of the night life
here in Melbourne."

   "That would be wonderful Johnny, Julie is really looking forward to
being able to go out and see some of the city - me too of course." They all
stood up and Julie and Amy got ready to leave.  Amy put her arms around
Mitchell and gave him a big hug.  As she hugged him she whispered in his
ear.

   "I'm sorry Johnny, thanks for understanding about the situation with
Julie.  I want you, I want you to be my first lover and we'll be together
soon.  I bought a black nightie just for you, wait until you see me in it,
it will be worth the wait I promise you."

   "Bye then girls, I'll see you tonight." Mitchell held out his hand to
Julie, but she moved in on him and gave him a hug as well.

   "Hey, I get a hug too, if you can hug Prentiss you can hug me." Julie
said in as sexy as voice as she could manage.  She too whispered in his
ear.

   "See you tonight handsome."

   Mitchell watched them walk out the lobby doors.  What a pair of hot
looking cunts he thought.  What a pair of bodies.  With Amy's tits and
Julie's athletic looking legs and tight looking ass he could be in heaven.
He had better get checked into his room and grab a bit of time in the kip
(take a nap), he had the feeling he was going to need all the rest he could
get.

   As they had learned in their Tradecraft class both girls kept in
character all the way back to the hotel.  Chatting about imaginary friends
and Amy taking some pointed barbs by Julie about her relationship with
Mitchell.  When they got to the Hyatt Julie checked with the front desk and
got the key to her room on the eight floor.  The two girls collected Amy's
bag and went up in the elevator to the room.  They saw that Jim had moved
all of Julie's clothes and personal stuff down to the room.  Her makeup and
hair brush and things were spread out in the bathroom with the sort of
disarray one might expect to find in a young girl's room.  They marveled
again at his attention to detail.  There was even a tissue with lipstick on
it in the bathroom trash can and her shampoo and conditioner in the corner
of the black marble shower stall.

   A few minutes later their room phone rang.  It was Jim from his room on
the seventh floor.  He told them he was on his way up, he had asked the
front desk to notify him when Ms.  Stark picked up her key so he knew when
they were in the room.  He was checking to make sure that they were alone.
If they weren't they had a code phrase to use to let him know that they had
someone with them.  Julie told him that it was safe for him to come up. 
Amy stood over by the door ready to open it as soon as Jim knocked softly.
It was less than two minutes when he came into the room, he had arranged
that both of their rooms were next to the staircase so that the elevators
weren't needed and they also had a quick exit in case they needed it.

   Amy sat propped up on one of the double beds, she had removed her heavy
sweater and was in a white tank top and her jeans.  Julie and Jim sat on
the couch along the far wall, their feet propped up on the coffee table. 
Jim described his uneventful trip to the GPO and his return of the fake
letter to the box.  He told them that he then came back to the hotel and
got the room arranged.  Julie and Amy filled him in on their conversation
with Mitchell and the plan to get together for dinner.  The three of them
talked about the best way for them to proceed with him now that Julie was
in the picture.  The girls would take two of the anti-alcohol pills (a
chemical developed by the CIA that negated the effect of alcohol by
chemically altering it so that it wouldn't pass the blood-brain barrier and
cause inebriation).  That would allow them to drink almost any amount of
alcohol without getting drunk - it did have the unfortunate side effect of
making them have to pee about every thirty minutes which they both found
annoying.  They would get Mitchell drunk during dinner and toward the end
slip him the sleeping drug.  The three of them would go to Mitchell's room
where he would pass out and the girls would search the room for any sign of
the letter or clue as to where he might have hidden it.

   "One other thing girls, I want you to leave Mitchell in a state where,
when he wakes up in the morning, he will think that he has had wild sex
with Julie.  That way Amy can act like she's pissed off at him and he'll be
frantic to get back in her good graces - and she can hold him off for a few
more days or until we find the letter."

   "I don't really have to fuck him do I?" Julie said in a disgusted voice.

   "No, but you two will have to improvise something convincing in his
room. In fact you should probably be in bed with him when he wakes up in
the morning Julie.  We'll use the sleeping drug that will act with the
alcohol to give him a terrible hangover so you don't have to be worried
about him making a move on you when he wakes up.  He'll be so hung over
that a piece of ass will be the last thing on his mind." Jim had a
satisfied grin on his face at the thought.

   "I like the hangover idea.  Don't worry Daddy, Julie and I can set a
convincing stage.  Are you going to wait downstairs in the lobby?"

   "I think I'll get a room on the same floor as Mitchell so that you two
can meet me there after you get through with your search.  We can plan our
next move, then Julie can go back and sleep in his room so that she's there
when he wakes up."

   "I can't believe this.  Amy heats him up for a week and somehow it turns
out that I'm the one that has to sleep with the son-of-a-bitch while Amy
spends the night in bed with you in your room." Julie looked at Jim with a
bemused expression.

   The puzzled look on her face started Amy laughing and Jim joined in,
after a few seconds, against her will, Julie joined them.  Their laughter
was a welcome release from the tension of the day.  Julie ran over and
jumped on the laughing Amy, wrestling with her and trying to pull her shirt
off.  Jim came over and climbed on the bed to separate them.  Somehow all
three of them wound up on the bed with the now naked girls holding Jim down
and taking his clothes off - he wasn't fighting them very hard.

   In a few minutes all three of them were stripped naked, their clothes
thrown all over the room.  Both girls leaned in and kissed Jim passionately
on his mouth, their tongues sliding over his lips and into his mouth. 
Their hands began caressing his thighs and balls, their fingernails running
over his sensitive flesh.  As his prick began to rise Amy moved down and
took it into her mouth, making the stiffening length of this prick
disappear eagerly into her pouty lips and down her open throat.  When his
prick had gotten fully hard Amy spun around, reaching behind her spread her
pussy lips, her legs folded under her she knelt next to his ribs and
lowered her wet, slippery pussy on his hard prick, swallowing him with a
velvety slide.  Jim groaned with the pleasure of the feeling.  As she sat
up on him Julie knelt next to his shoulders, putting her hot cunt directly
down on his eager mouth while she reached out to grasp a double handful of
Amy's dark hair.  Julie pulled Amy's face to her and put her open mouth
against Amy's, their tongues frantically dueling across their soft full
lips.

   Amy began moving up and down on Jim's large prick, Julie pushing her
soft puffy pussy lips into his willing mouth.  The two girls were in
perfect rhythm, Julie was pinching one of Amy's nipples while her right
index finger was sliding between Amy's and Jim's bodies stroking Amy's
clit. Jim was using his hands to spread Julie's ass cheeks, giving him
perfect access to her hairless pussy as well as her cute little asshole. 
It was only a few minutes before all three of them began to feel their
orgasms begin to build.  The three came almost simultaneously, Jim inserted
a finger up Julie's ass just as she began cuming causing her to moan loudly
with pleasure.  Jim felt the cum boil up his prick, squirting deep inside
of Amy, filling her with his heat.  He could also feel Julie's cunt
squeezing on his tongue as she was lost to the throes of her pleasure.

   The three of them collapsed in a heap on each other.  Amy spun her feet
up towards Jim head and took his cum coated prick in her mouth, sucking him
deep into her mouth and licking him clean.  Julie slid over between Amy's
spread legs and began sucking the cum out of her cunt.  Jim just laid there
enjoying the feelings and thinking about how lucky he was to have these two
hot daughters to work him over.  While everyone was coasting down from
their orgasms Jim covered them with the bedspread and set his watch alarm
for forty-five minutes.  They had time for a short rest before the girls
got ready for their "date".

   Amy woke-up to the sound of Jim's alarm.  She reached over and turned it
off, getting off the bed and heading toward the shower.  She would wake the
other two after she had finished.  Amy knew that both of them could get
ready in the length of time it took for her to dry her waist-length hair.
At least here at the Grand Hyatt she could use the plugs in the bathroom
for her hair dryer and not have to squat on the floor like she did in her
tourist hotel in Sydney.

   The girls had both showered and were bustling around the room doing the
things that teenagers did getting ready for a date.  Jim was sitting in a
far corner of the room in his robe, watching with interest but keeping out
of way and not offering gratuitous advise.  He had learned that as
interesting as the process was it wasn't safe to get involved.  Amy and
Julie were rushing around - wearing only brief panties - trying to decide
how much make-up to wear, how Amy should do her hair as well as which dress
and shoes each would put on.  They finally decided that Amy would wear one
of Julie's dresses that was loose in the top and almost knee length.  Julie
would wear a very short mid-thigh, tight dress with a silky top that could
raise the blood pressure of a corpse.  Amy's dress was much more subdued,
they wanted the sexual energy to focus on Julie.  Julie dug round in the
drug kit and found a small bottle that contained a chemical that they had
experimented with before.  It was a vasodilator (it expanded the small
blood vessels) and when Julie put it on her nipples they would stay hard
for several hours.  With the silky top and no bra her nipples would show
clearly.  They figured that would hold Mitchell's attention.  Julie felt a
surge of heat through her body as the chemical caused the capillaries close
to the surface of her skin to dilate increasing the blood flow.  Her skin
would be warm to the touch for about three hours as well as her nipples
being hard.  She also felt an agreeable surge of warmth in her pussy,
concentrated in her clit.  She reached down and rubbed the palm of her hand
across her mound.  This was the part that she thought was fun about the
chemical - instant arousal.

   "Half-way through dinner he'll probably jump across the table and try to
bite one Julie." Amy remarked dryly, reaching out and pinching one of
Julie's hard nipples .

   "Hey, it's about time that someone noticed my tits instead of spending
the evening staring at those giants of yours."

   They decided that neither girl would be armed nor would they carry their
"cell phones".  Amy would wear the microphone medallion under her dress so
that Jim could hear what was going on.  As long as the two of them were
together they felt no threat from Mitchell, particularly with Jim just a
few doors away listening.  About fifteen minutes before Mitchell was due to
pick them up both girls were ready.  Jim sat back on the couch and admired
the two of them as they posed on the other side of the room for him.  Amy
wore her hair arranged up on her head in an elaborate twist.  She looked
very elegant and sophisticated in the attractive dress with just a subtle
application of make-up.  Julie, on the other hand, was just hot.  The
short, tight electric blue dress accented her slim hips and shapely thighs.
The tight top definitely highlighted her tits, her nipples clearly outlined
against the sheer silk.  Her makeup made her clear blue eyes seem enormous
in her beautiful face framed by the short white blond hair.  Both girls
wore three inch heels, adding to their already considerable height.  As
they posed side-by-side Jim was amazed, again, at how sophisticated and
worldly these two young girls could look when wanted to, they could have
been fashion models ready to walk a runway in Paris, or to pose for a
glamour magazine cover..  He greatly enjoyed observing the process,
watching the silky underwear and filmy stocking being put on and hooked
into garter belts on the beautiful bodies.  He gave him a feeling of sexual
power to be able to look at these young beauties and know what was under
all the layers that covered them.

   At exactly eight o'clock the phone in Julie's room rang.  Amy glanced at
her watch.

   "At least the bastard is punctual."

   "So is a four am wake-up call, but it's more fun," muttered Julie as she
reached for the phone , she hated to wake up in the morning.

   The two lovely girls kissed Jim good-bye - lightly, so as not to disturb
their make-up - and headed towards the elevators.  Mitchell was waiting for
them in a lounge chair in the lobby.  When he saw them approaching from the
elevators he quickly stood up, straightening his suit coat and putting on a
sophisticated air, one hand partially in the side pocket of his jacket. 
His pose was ruined as his mouth unconsciously dropped open as he watched
them stride across the floor carrying their light wraps.  My God, he
thought.  Would you look at those two!  He had never seen such beautiful
girls.  Amy looked like the most sophisticated and confident woman he had
ever seen.  He hadn't seen her with her hair up before, what a beautiful
neck and shoulders she had.  He watched her thighs stretch against the
front of her dress as she walked towards him with long, confident strides.
But Julie!  There was a hot bitch if he ever saw one.  Just a look at her
and he could feel his prick start to harden.  Look at those bloody
china-blue eyes - they were enormous.  And the ass on her, tight and firm
with a slight rise to the cheeks as they blended into strong and shapely
thighs.  He had never seen such a sensuous woman.  While Amy had appealed
to him with her incredible body and innocent air, Julie was absolutely a
hot cunt on legs.  He knew that fucking her would be a world-class
experience.  The two of them together might just be too much for him, it
might cause him a heart attack he thought briefly.  He could already feel
his heart skip a beat as the two walked up to him.  He also noticed most of
the people in the lobby had stopped what they were doing and just stared at
the two girls, they probably thought they were movie or television
actresses.  And they were here to be with him he thought as his ego swelled
to match his prick.  This was how he was going to live the rest of his life
he vowed, all it took was money - a lot of it - and you could have broads
like this every night, all night.

   As the girls walked up to him he reached out and hugged Amy, telling her
how beautiful she looked.  Amy hugged him back and whispered in his ear
that it was all for him.  He could feel her tits pressing into his chest,
they felt wonderful.  As she moved away Julie held her arms out and asked
him if she was going to get a hug as well.  Mitchell moved in eagerly and
hugged the blond tightly.  He could feel the heat from her pussy mound as
she pressed it against his hardening prick.  As Julie backed away he could
see a little smile tugging on one corner of her mouth, obviously she had
felt the growing hardness in his pants as well.  Mitchell thought that he
really needed to have this one, she definitely seemed ready for some hard
fucking.  Just look at the challenge flashing at him from those big blue
eyes.  How in bloody hell did he get so lucky?  Could he possible have them
both in a group grope?

   Mitchell followed them down the escalator to the motor lobby and after
helping them into their wraps led them to a cab for the short ride to the
Regent.  He opened the door of the cab and Amy got into the back seat
followed by Julie and then Mitchell.  As they settled down in the back seat
Mitchell told the driver that they were going to the Regent.  The driver
was less than excited to have waited in the line at the Hyatt only to have
a five minute fare.  The cab started out on Russell, heading for Collins
and a right turn.  Mitchell could feel Julie's warm stocking covered leg
pressing against his, and was having a tough time not staring at her hard
nipples showing clearly through the thin silk of her dress.  He glanced
down and took in the sight of the two beautiful sets of crossed legs. 
Amy's skirt was up above her knees, and Julie's was almost to her crotch.
Mitchell was beyond any sort of caution, he was totally driven by his
intense desire to fuck one or both of these women.  Amy had spent the last
week heating this man to the boiling point and with the two of them tonight
the pot was definitely at a boil.

   After the short drive to the front door of the Regent Mitchell got out
of the cab and reached his hand back in to help Julie out.  As she swung
her legs out of the car Mitchell got a perfect view of her panty covered
pussy.  Through her sheer panties he could see the faint outline of a dark
slit with puffy lips surrounding it.  Stockings fastened to garters covered
her thighs.  Then silken clad legs closed as she stepped out of the car. 
His mouth went dry and he could feel his hand tremble as he helped her
stand.  As Julie stood up she made intense eye contact with him again
communicating a bold and clear message.  He felt his prick lurch strongly
in his pants.  She wanted him and with that eye contact made it very clear.
Just prior to releasing his hand she gave it a strong squeeze.  He was
paralyzed for a moment, Amy was looking under the roof of the cab waiting
for him hand to help her out as well.

   "Johnny?  Could you help me please." Amy put a subtle petulant tone in
her voice, setting the stage for her pretended anger later.

   "Uhh, sorry my dear, I guess I was wool gathering there for a minute."
He said sheepishly, reaching a still trembling hand out towards her.

   'Wool gathering' my ass thought Amy, 'pussy gathering' is what the
sleaze-bag meant.  Julie had practiced that crotch flash for her and Jim
several times, changing into the sheerest panties either of them had to
make sure that Mitchell got a really good look.  Both Amy and Jim agreed
that the quick flash that Julie was giving, along with the silky stockings
and garters, would definitely get his attention, it certainly got theirs
during the testing.

   Mitchell helped Amy out of the cab and the three of them walked through
the double doors held open by a pair of doormen.  Both doormen looked at
Amy and Julie with thinly disguised admiration as they passed through the
doors and into the elegant lobby.  Mitchell led the girls over to the
elevators and the three of them ascended to the restaurant which had such a
magnificent view of the city.  The dinning room manager was obviously
impressed with the girls as well, he led the three of them to a special
table on a small raised platform right up against the glass wall of the
dinning room, offering a spectacular view of the city and putting them on
display for everyone that entered the restaurant.  Mitchell held Amy's
chair as the manager seated Julie.  They had barely been seated when a
waiter materialized and asked them if they would like a drink, complements
of the manager.

   "Vodka martini, very cold with a twist please, " Julie said definitely.

   Mitchell's eyebrows rose slightly and he looked at Amy.

   "That sounds fine, I'll have the same," Amy said defiantly, looking at
Julie.

   "Yes, well make that three please." Mitchell said without a real
convincing tone in his voice.

   The waiter brought the three chilled martinis to the table.  Julie
picked up her glass and offered a toast.

   "To handsome Australian men, may we always be blessed with an unlimited
supply," Julie said with a big smile directed at Mitchell.

   Amy joined in on the toast but gave Julie a stern glance.  Mitchell
seemed to swell in front of them under Julie's flattery.  He was really
beginning to enjoy this hot young blond.  He just better be careful, Amy
wasn't looking to happy with Julie paying all this attention to him.  He
wanted them both, soon.

   The dinner was spent in enjoyable conversation, Julie did get in an
occasional dig at Amy about her popularity at school and how she wouldn't
date any boy more than twice so that no one would think she had a
boyfriend. The girls were enjoying playing these parts, each building on
the other's remarks.  The had each had two of the martinis before dinner,
and two bottles of wine with the dinner.  With the dessert menu the waiter
brought a complementary bottle of champagne, again from the dinning room
manager - obviously quite taken with the beauty of the young women.

   Mitchell could definitely feel the alcohol, he rarely drank anything
stronger than wine, and the martinis, particularly on an empty stomach,
were having an effect.  With the two bottles of wine at dinner and now the
champagne he was starting to feel more than a little light-headed.  The
girls seemed to be feeling the effects as well he noticed, they were
speaking more slowly and more deliberately, and they had made two trips to
the ladies room, walking a little shakily on the last one.  He hoped that
with a few more drinks they would really start to loosen up.

   A small band had set up at the front of the room and they started
playing soft, slow music.  Several couples had risen from their tables and
moved to the small dance floor in the center of the room.  Mitchell turned
to Amy and asked her if she would honor him with a dance.  She accepted
gratefully, but Mitchell noticed with a small spiteful glance at Julie. 
Mitchell took her hand and led Amy to the small dance floor and took her
into his arms.  In her heels Amy was eye-to-eye with him.  Mitchell found
it a bit intimidating to be looking directly into those big green eyes from
a level perspective.  As they began moving to the music Amy moved her head
to his shoulder and began whispering in his ear.

   "I really want to be with you Johnny, I want you to make love to me, to
make me a woman." She took a deep breath and continued with the deception
in a husky whisper.  "But we can't do anything while Julie is still here,
she would go home and tell everyone what we were doing.  I just couldn't
let that happen, too many girls look up to me as an example of someone that
can be popular without giving in to their boyfriend." As she spoke she
moved in close to him, pressing her breasts into him and moving her thigh
lightly against his hardening prick.  "But I really want to make love with
you - a lot Johnny." As she whispered the last few words pulled her head
back and looked deeply into his eyes.

   Mitchell was having a hard time concentrating on dancing.  Here was what
he had wanted, Amy was ready to let him fuck her.  Now how did he get
through this problem with Julie.  He was finding it difficult to think
clearly.  All he could think about was this hot body pressing against him.
The smell of her perfume and the amazingly firm tits pressing against his
chest were overwhelming him.  Looking deep into her green eyes he could see
the sexuality smoldering in them.  Suddenly they both realized that the
music had stopped and they were on the dance floor alone.  Amy blushed as
Mitchell took her arm and led her back to their table.  As he pulled her
chair out to seat her he saw Julie looking at her with a little smile on
her face.

   "Well Amy dear, I didn't think you were dancing all that fast but your
face is all red."

   Amy reached over and drained her glass of champagne as the color on her
face started to recede.  Mitchell reached over and poured the last of the
bottle into her glass and told her to drink up.  As he put the bottle back
into the ice bucket her caught the eye of the waiter and subtly nodded his
head towards the bucket, asking for a new bottle.  Amy got up and asked
Julie if she wanted to go to the ladies room with her.  Julie stood but
instead reached out to Mitchell and said she was going to dance with this
handsome man first.  Amy got a hard look in her eyes for a moment and
turned on her heel and headed off in the direction of the ladies room. 
Mitchell watched her go with a little concern on his face, but Julie
grabbed his arm and moved him towards the dance floor.

   As they reached the dance floor Mitchell turned around to face Julie and
she melted into his arms and fit to his body like a glove.  He could feel a
strong heat as her pussy mound pressed against his thigh and her tits
flattened out against his chest.  Her thigh was pressed firmly against his
rapidly rising prick as he began moving her around the floor.  Julie put
one hand behind his neck, her fingers hot on his skin, while she slid her
other hand into his jacket to rub gently on his ribs.  Her lips were
against his ear as they began moving to the music.

   "Johnny, I really like you, I think you are a real hottie.  I want to
fuck you, tonight and all night.  I want to fuck you and suck your dick
until your ears bleed.  I want you to fill me with your hot cum.  Now is
that clear enough or do I have to get graphic?"

   Mitchell was so dumb founded that he stopped moving completely, and it
took a strong nudge from Julie to get him back into the idea that they were
supposed to be dancing.

   "What about Amy?  I detect some tension between the two of you, I would
hate to get between your friendship." (Julie read this correctly as him
really saying 'I still want to fuck her and if I diddle you she will blow
me off' )

   "Look Johnny, you have to understand about Amy.  She's always been what
we call a 'goody-goody'.  You know the type, take a deep breath and stick
her tits out then get all indignant if anyone wants to touch one.  She has
a sort of crusade among the younger girls to be an example of how you can
stay a virgin and still be popular.  I mean sometimes she is hard to take
with all that cock teasing.  You're the first man that I have seen her seem
to pay attention to in a sexual way - you haven't fucked her yet have you?"

   "Uhh Julie, that's nothing a gentleman would find appropriate to talk
..."

   "Cut the shit Johnny, I saw you two dancing, she was as close to fucking
you on the dance floor as I ever saw.  Listen, I'll make you a deal.  I'll
help you fuck little virgin Amy if you do something for me - I mean besides
fucking me silly."

   Mitchell was shocked, he had never been with a girl that talked like
Julie, maybe it was because she was a Yank, but this was unprecedented. 
But if it would get him both of them he would do anything.  He just had to
fuck this one, she would be a real ride he was sure of it.

   "Ahh, what exactly did you have in mind," he said as he pushed his hard
prick against her.

   "I just want to be there when you do her - no, not just there, I want
her on her hands and knees with her face in my pussy eating me while you
shove your dick into her from behind and pop her cherry.  I want the
'Virgin Queen' eating me out when you bust her so that I can feel her
scream into my box."

   Mitchell almost came in his pants.  This was more that he ever imagined
happening with these two hot bitches.  Both of them wanted him and Julie
was a girl after his own heart, fucking trumped friendship in her mind -
just like in his.

   "Anything you want baby, any way you want it or her.  I'll fuck you both
until you can't stand any more.  But how do we arrange it?"

   "Just get a few more drinks into her and I'll manage some way to get her
to your room with us.  Then we fuck her - both of us - whether she likes it
or not.  Here she comes from the ladies room, let's get back to the table -
and you get rid of that hardon for a few minutes, but keep it handy you're
going to need it stud," she added with a giggle.

   Chapter 6

   California - The Past

   Marv looked into the mirror as he tied his tie.  Today was Marie's
eleventh birthday.  They were all getting dressed up to take her to her
favorite restaurant down in Malibu.  It was hard for him to believe that
they had been in California for almost a year now.  In some ways it seemed
like they had just left Virginia, the wounds were still raw from Chantel's
death.  But in other ways it seemed like Cal and Evie had always been in
their lives and that they had always lived in this strange house on the top
of the ridge.  Marie had adjusted well Marv thought, mostly due to Evie's
influence.  Evie was an ex-school teacher and was doing most of the home
schooling for Marie.  Mornings Marie went down to the "middle house" and
had four hours of lessons.  Then after she and Evie had lunch together
(Evie was taking the lunch making opportunity to teach Marie a lot about
cooking).  After a month or so the two of them started making much more
elaborate lunches which gradually became the main meal of the day for Marv
and Cal as well.  The evening meal was usually just something light that
Marv and Marie ate together in the "top house".  After lunch Marie came
back up and worked with Marv and Cal installing the new computer systems or
updating the communications gear.  She had become a better than average
tech under Cal's instruction and was becoming very competent with the new
computers that Marv was developing.

   She and Marv had grown very close.  Marie was so bright and competent it
just amazed him.  Evie had told him that she had never seen a child as
smart, she had her studying from books several years ahead of her
chronological age.  Marv found himself treating her much more like an equal
than a child, discussing his plans and hopes with her much more like a wife
than a daughter.  They spent most of their non-working time together,
sitting by the pool or in the roof top garden looking at the stars and
talking.

   After the dinner and a traditional birthday party with cake and ice
cream in the "middle house".  Marv and Marie told Cal and Evie good night
and took the elevator up to the residence level on the fourth floor.  They
sat in the garden for an hour just talking quietly about the day and
enjoying the closeness.  Marie told him how happy she was, how she still
thought about her Mamma, but that the terrible pain was gone.  She felt so
close to him and she had good friends with Cal and Evie and she loved her
work with him.  Marv turned his head to hide a smile when she mentioned her
"work".  Sometimes she sounded more like twenty-one instead of eleven.

   They decided to go to bed, it had been an exciting evening with going
out to dinner and then a party.  They took the elevator down to the third
level to the sleeping quarters.  Marie had fixed up one of the small
bedrooms for herself, but still slept every night with Marv in the master
bedroom suite.  They had discussed how their sleeping arrangements were a
private matter and that Evie and Cal could just assume that Marie spent
every night in her smaller bedroom.  As it turned out Evie almost never
came up to "top house", and Cal rarely came anywhere other than the second
level to work on the equipment with Marv.  The top two levels were pretty
much their private world.

   Marv had a quick shower and then put on his loose sleeping shorts and a
tee shirt and slipped into the bed.  He heard the shower stop in the other
bathroom and a few minutes later Marie came into the bedroom wearing a long
tee shirt.  Marv noticed that he probably should get her some new sleep
shirts, this one barely covered her cute little ass as she walked over to
the bed.  She stopped by the side of the bed and looked down at him lying
there propped up on his pillows, a book in his hand.  She started to say
something and then hesitated.  She started again.

   "Pappa I love you very much and I had a happy birthday." She took a deep
breath and looked him in the eye.  "Do you think that I'm pretty?" she
asked in a shaky little voice.

   "I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen mon cherie. 
And you are going to be one of the most beautiful and brilliant women in
the world in just a few years." Marv look back at her with a smile on his
face.  He wondered where all of this was coming from.  He had noticed that
she was taking care to look pretty and dress nicely for the past few
months, he had encouraged that in her, telling her how pretty she looked.
He felt like it was a sign that she was recovering from the trauma that she
suffered during the kidnapping.

   Marie stood there for what must have been a full minute just looking at
him, obviously thinking and trying to make a decision.  Suddenly she
reached down and took the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head
and dropped it to the floor, standing there completely naked.  Marv was
shocked, she was normally very careful to stay dressed around him, and he
had always respected her modesty.  But here she was totally naked, standing
only two feet from the edge of the bed.  He looked at her in amazement. 
She was definitely growing up, she had tea cup sized little breasts with
hard little nipples on them.  As has gaze lowered he saw that her cute
little pussy mound had grown as well, the lips larger and puffy.  A few
curly black hairs were growing in a little patch at the very top.  As she
stared at her he felt his prick growing hard - he was shocked, was he
getting aroused by his little Marie, by his daughter?

   "Do you think I'm pretty all over Pappa?  I mean is my body pretty too?"
Marie asked him in a small soft voice.

   "Yes dearest Marie, you have a beautiful body," Marv said in a whisper,
unable to take his eyes from her little pussy only a few feet from him.  It
seemed to fill his world, he was stunned by it.  It was only with the
strongest of determination that he stopped from reaching out and touching
her little slit and rubbing her small hairless lips.  His prick was
pounding under the blanket.  What in the world was happening he thought?

   "Pappa I want you to teach me all about sex between a man and a woman. I
want you to show me how men and women make love.  I want you to explain how
men feel when their penis' get big and hard and why I feel funny in my
tummy when I think about your penis.  I need you to show me all these
things because I need to know them and I know that you love me and won't
hurt me like those men hurt me and Mamma before.  Please do this for me
Pappa as a special birthday present." Marie blurted out the sentences
quickly, as thought she needed to say them before she changed her mind.

   Marv as dumbfounded.  He couldn't believe what he was hearing.  When did
Marie turn into a sexual being.  He always knew that he would have to face
it sooner or later, but he never envisioned that he would be the teacher.
But come to think of it why not?  It made sense, nothing about his
relationship with Marie was conventional anyway, why should sex education
be any different.

   "Marie, dearest, you have to understand that in our society it is
considered wrong for daddies and daughters to do these things together.  It
is something...."

   "Pappa, can we do the talking part later and just go to the experiencing
part first?" Marie said with a little grin on her face.  "You know how you
are always telling me to try first then you will give me the theory, that
way I won't know what I can't do before I try it."

   "All right mon cher, so you are in charge here.  You tell me what you
want to experience." Marv said, trying to return her grin but having a hard
time with her naked body standing in front of him.

   Marie moved over to the bed and pulled back the covers.  Marv lay on his
back, his hard prick making a tent in his shorts.  Marie got a look of
panic on her face for an instant then seemed to snap out of it.  She
reached down and grasped the waistband of his shorts and pulled them off of
his legs, Marv cooperating by lifting his hips.  He was amused, this was
just like Marie, jump right into the heart of things - it was the way she
always attacked a problem or difficult job.  He looked down and saw his
prick standing up at a forty-five degree angle, very large and throbbing,
his balls resting on the top of his thighs.  Marie was just staring at it,
the tip of her tongue unconsciously running back and forth over her top
lip.

   "It's very pretty Pappa," she whispered in an uncertain voice.  "I mean
you have a really pretty thing, uh penis."

   "Honey, it is more exciting during sex to call parts by more common
names rather than the correct medical terms.  This is my prick, and these
are my balls." He emphasized with his hand.  Then he reached out to touch
her gently with his finger.  "This is your pussy and these are your tits,
with these pretty nipples." He added as he touched each part in turn.

   She hadn't flinched as he touched her, she had absolute trust in him and
she had made her decision last week to find out all about this sex thing.
It felt good when Pappa touched her, it made her feel warm in her
poochie...pussy she remembered.  It must feel good for him to be touched
too.  She reached out and put her hand around his full prick.  It felt hot
and she could feel his heart beating in it, she could hardly close her
fingers around it.  The top was smooth and a little ridge around it at the
bottom.  She ran her finger tip around the ridge and she heard him moan and
a clear drop of something came out of the hole on the top.  She put her
finger on the drop and rubbed it around on the top of his prick, it felt
slippery.  As she rubbed it she saw the top of his prick get bigger and
another drop came out of the hole.  She touched it as well and then brought
her finger to her mouth, tasting his precum.

   She spread his thighs and climbed on the bed, kneeling between his
thighs and touching and lifting his prick and balls with both hands.  Marv
only answered her questions when she asked them, not volunteering
information.  He had learned when dealing with Marie it was best to let her
take the lead, she would ask what she didn't understand when she needed the
information.  She described how his prick and balls felt to her as she
touched them.  After a few minutes of touching him she rolled over on her
back next to him and spread her legs.

   "Now Pappa, please touch me - on my pussy and tits and tell me what the
parts do and how it feels for you to touch me."

   Marv got up on his knees along side of her and rubbed the palm of his
hands on her soft skin and up and down her ribs.  "These two pretty little
tits here are very soft and they have these little nipples on them that get
hard when you get sexually excited or sometimes when you get cold.  When I
touch them like this or pinch them gently they get hard just like my prick.
Your tits will get bigger as you grow, and your nipples will get more
sensitive.  Can you feel it in your pussy when I roll them in my fingers?"

   "Oh yes Pappa, it makes me feel like I need to have my pussy rubbed when
you touch my nipples.  And I feel like I have an itch up inside of me, up
my pussy.  It makes my heart beat fast too."

   "Let's see how this feels." Marv took one of her hard tiny nipples in
his mouth, sucking on it and flicking the end of it with his tongue.

   "Ohhh!  Pappa.  That feels really good, I feel like I need the other one
pinched too and I need you to rub my pussy at the same time." Marie started
rubbing her hips slightly on the bed.

   Marv reached down and put his palm over her hot little mound.  As he
sucked on her nipple he rubbed his palm across her cunt mound.  She started
moaning and rubbing her hips on the bed harder.

   "Ohhh Pappa, that feels so good, it makes me have to move my body, I
can't stay still.  Ohhhh please do it harder."

   Instead Marv stopped sucking her nipple and sat up, his hand still
resting lightly on her pussy which was starting to be a little damp.  Marie
looked at him with her eyes big and asked him why he stopped, it felt so
good she wanted him to do it more.  Marv explained that he would, he wanted
to show her some things about her sweet little pussy.  He sat up along side
of her as she lay flat on the bed, her legs spread apart, her little mound
thrusting up from her crotch proudly.  Marv reached up and got her two
pillows to lean back on so that she could watch what he was doing.  He
rubbed his hands on her soft thighs, feeling the silky skin on the insides.
He was amazed at how her young beauty aroused him, he had just never
thought of her sexually before, now it was all he could do not to just
ravish her.

   Marv leaned over and ran his fingertips up and down the sides of her
puffy lips.  Marie started moaning again and instinctively raised her
knees, spreading herself completely open to his probing fingers.  He
touched her tiny opening with his index finger, she was very wet to his
touch, he was surprised that she got so wet so quick, she was more mature
sexually that he expected.  He spread her lips with one hand while he place
his wet finger on the top of her clit.  He rolled the hard little bump
under his finger as it began erecting out of its sheath.

   "This is your clit honey, it is like a little prick, it is very
sensitive and it loves to be rubbed and licked."

   "Ahhh Pappa, that feels so good, it makes me feel like I am empty
inside, like I want you to put your prick in me so that I can squeeze on
something with my pussy.  Please, Pappa put your other finger up inside me
again."

   Marv looked up at her face and saw her eyes tightly closed, her mouth
slightly open, her tongue licking on her bottom lip.  She was pinching both
of her nipples, rolling them between her fingers as he had been doing to
her.  As he continued to roll her clit gently under his finger he carefully
inserted his smallest finger up her hot little tunnel.  He could feel the
opening grasping his finger, and when he had put it in about halfway he
could feel her cherry with its little opening on the tip of his finger.  He
pushed gently on it and he could feel it stretch backwards up her little
cunt.

   "I am pushing on your cherry honey, it is a thin fleshy membrane that
blocks the opening to your pussy, I have to break through it if I am going
to make love to you and it may hurt for a minute."

   "It feels so good for your finger to be in me Pappa, I love the way it
feels to squeeze my pussy on you.  You'd never hurt me, I know you love me.
Do you think your big prick will fit in there, it feels so tight with just
your finger and your prick is so much bigger?" Marie was talking between
panting breaths as he continued to rub her clit and push his finger in and
out inside of her to the second knuckle.

   "Ohh that feels ..(pant)...so good Pappa...(pant)...don't stop
...(pant)....push it in farther...(pant)....push it all the way
in....(pant)....please break it....(pant) ...so that I can have
your....(pant)....prick inside me Pappa."

   Marv took his smallest finger out and replaced it with his index finger,
pushing it up inside of her until he pressed on her cherry, rolling her
hard little clit under his thumb.  As he began stretching her hymen he
leaned over and put his mouth over hers, opening her lips with his tongue,
gently pinching one of her nipples with this other hand.  She put her arms
around his neck and pulled his face down into her, sucking his tongue deep
into her mouth.  He felt her pussy beginning to contract on his finger he
felt her take a deep breath and hold it, he knew that she was having an
orgasm.  At that moment he pushed hard with his finger on her stretched
cherry.  He felt it give with a quick release and heard Marie make a small
little noise in his mouth.  Moments later she was lost in the throes of her
first orgasm.

   "Pappa I feel so.....OhhhPappa, Ohhhh put your peni...  prick in me NOW,
Please Pappa Ohhhhh it feels so hot so good.........Please Pappa!"

   Marv rolled over on top of her and spread her elgs wide with his knees,
he reached down between her legs holding his stiff prick in his hand.  He
guided his rock hard shaft to her wet slit and felt it push through the
tight opening with a little pop.  Instinctively Marie rocked back on her
hips and wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his hips down,
forcing his prick deep inside of her incredibly tight pussy.  Marv tried to
hesitate a minute to let her adjust to his size, but Marie was caught up in
the passion of the moment and began instinctively moving her hips in a
fucking motion.  Her legs and back were really strong for someone her size
and Marv just gave into the fantastic feeling of his prick being squeezed
by her hot wet cunt and began fucking her back.  After three strokes he was
pounding into her up to the hilt, his swollen balls smacking on her little
upturned ass cheeks.  What a tremendous fuck he thought, loosing himself
completely to the tightness of her eleven year old cunt.  He felt her start
to cum a second time as the sperm boiled out of his balls.  She was so
tight that for a minute the cum was stuck in his prick, then it burst out
in a glorious release, spurt after spurt up her virgin cunt, splattering
against her cervix.  Dimly in the back of his mind he heard her cry out in
passion, her hands bring his mouth back down on her lips frantically as her
tongue plunged into his mouth.  He felt like he would never stop cuming, it
was the most fantastic feeling of his life.  He didn't know if it was just
the hot, wet tightness of her cunt or the fact that he was possessing his
daughter, his beloved Marie.

   He lay on top of her, taking his weight on his knees and forearms, just
enjoying the soft squeezes from her little cunt and the empty light feeling
in his balls.  He hadn't had a woman since Chantel died, and he had
forgotten how good it was to just bang away on a hot wet cunt and shoot his
cum deep inside of a womb.  Marie was kissing him all over his face with
soft little kisses.  As he lifted his face up she looked deep into his eyes
with her big brown eyes.

   "Am I your girlfriend now Pappa, do a make a good girlfriend?"

   "Yes cherie, you are my beloved daughter and girlfriend, and my lover
and my life."

   Marie got a contented look on her face and she tightened her legs around
his waist.  "I'm so glad Pappa, now you won't have to get strange."

   "What are you talking about dear one, who told you I was going to get
strange?"

   "Well Evie told me about a month ago that we would have to find you a
girlfriend pretty soon, that young men like you get strange if they go
without a girlfriend or wife for too long.  I decided that I would be your
girlfriend because I didn't want you to find some other girl that might not
be nice to you.  I just thought that I could do anything any other girl
could do except maybe sex.  The I thought that maybe what Evie was talking
about was sex so I'd better do that too.  Boy am I glad that I did!"

   --------------------------------------------------

   Australia - The Present

   Mitchell and Julie got to the table just as Amy reached it.  Mitchell
held out her chair and then Julie's.  As he seated Amy he gave her arm a
little squeeze, she looked up at him gratefully and smiled at him.

   "If you two lovely ladies will excuse me for a moment, I'll just visit
the facilities as well." Mitchell smiled and turned to head for the men's
room.  He stumbled just a bit as he stepped off the raised platform, not
noticing the knowing looks that it elicited from the girls.

   Julie filled Amy in on her conversation with Mitchell on the dance
floor. Amy was vastly amused at how hot Julie had gotten him by behaving
like a slut.  She remarked that it was a good thing that she didn't keep
him out there another five minutes, he might have cum in his pants and that
would have ruined the plan.

   "Well, you're not the only hot babe in town you know, I guess I can
still make a dick hard when I put my mind to it," Julie giggled.

   "Yeah, but remember sister, he's easy.  All I have to do is wiggle my
ass and he's beating off all night." Both girls burst into laughter.

   The waiter came to the table with the new bottle of champagne.  Amy told
him to open it and pour them each a glass.  When he had filled the three
glasses and left the table Amy checked for Mitchell - he was still not in
sight.  Amy reached into a small pocket in the bottom of her purse, the
pocket was invisible unless you knew exactly where it was on the purse. 
She took two small white pills out of the pocket and, reaching across the
table to pick-up her napkin, dropped them into Mitchell's glass.  The pills
dissolved almost immediately, causing only a few bubbles to be released in
the glass.  They knew that after he drank the champagne they had about ten
minutes before he would pass out.

   When Mitchell came back to the table a few minutes later he noticed the
new bottle of chilled champagne, and the chilly atmosphere at the table
between the two girls.  This could be a problem he thought.  How to get
them both up to his room he wondered.  He just had to have them, the idea
of taking Amy against her will with Julie's help had him absolutely crazy
with lust.  He figured he could take her hard the first time and then make
it up to her over the next few days so she would still be willing to go to
Jakarta with him.

   The girls drank down their champagne, Mitchell drained his own and
filled everyone's glasses again.  He exchanged glances with Julie, she
reached out with her foot under the table and stroked his leg.

   "Johnny, if you are still interested in going out to some clubs it would
be nice if Amy and I could use your room for a few minutes and sort of
repair the night's damage to our make-up in privacy.  The ladies room is
just so small and crowded tonight.  Right Amy?"

   "Sounds fine to me Julishe - I mean Julie," Amy purposely slurring her
words as though she was really feeling the effects of the alcohol.

   "Right then, let's get the check and we can go up to my room for a
minute then hit the town." Mitchell signaled the waiter for the check.  Of
course he no intention to go any where after he got them in his room -
except up their hot cunts.

   Mitchell had signed the check and the three of them stood up to head for
the elevators.  Amy seemed a bit unsteady so Mitchell took her arm and
helped guide her toward the elevators.  This was just what he wanted, the
bitch was really in her cups he thought - an easy fuck.  He just couldn't
wait to see her with her face in Julie's crotch when he shoved it in her.
He could feel his prick start to harden.

   When Mitchell let them into his room Amy excused herself to go into the
bathroom.  Mitchell and Julie walked over to the side of the bed.  Julie
reached out and stroked his face gently.

   "Just lie down for a second Johnny, let me show you something that I
think you'll like." Mitchell took off his jacket and tie and laid them over
the back of the chair next to the table.  Julie pushed him gently down on
the bed, as he lay back she reached up and unfastened the back of her
skirt, letting it drop to the floor.  She then reached down and pulled the
silky blouse over her head.  She was standing next to the bed wearing only
her transparent panties and stockings and garter belt.  Mitchell's eyes got
very big, what bloody great tits and legs.  This blond was a real treat.

   "Slide those pants down lover, let's see the goods." Julie said, running
her hands over her tits and pinching her nipples until they got hard.

   Mitchell, not taking his eyes off of Julie's body, unbuckled his belt
and unzipped his pants.  He slid them down, along with his boxer shorts. 
His prick was standing straight up and he reached out and stroked it as he
looked at Julie as she slid her panties down to the floor.  At that moment
Amy came out of the bathroom (she had been listening through the door which
was partially cracked open) timing her entrance for maximum effect.  She
walked into the bedroom and stopped in pretended shock.  Julie was standing
next to the bed naked except for her stockings and garter belt, Mitchell
was lying on the bed, stroking his hard prick as it stood straight up in
the air.

   "Johnny!  What is going on?  Julie, why are you naked?  Johnny what are
you doing?  This is terrible!  I thought you cared about me." She collapsed
on the chair by the bed, her head down in her hands.

   Mitchell started to sit up and tried to say something.  At that moment
his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out cold.

   To be concluded in Part 3





















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