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   Marie - Part Three By Centaur

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   Marie - Part Three

   Chapter 1

   The Past - California

   Marv and Marie reluctantly uncoupled from their loving embrace and Marv
suggested that they take a quick shower and spend a few minutes in the
roof-top hot tub.  Marv had a great time in the shower with the
enthusiastic eleven year old.  It was the first time Marie had ever
showered with anyone and she was enjoying the attention she was getting
from her Pappa, particularly when she insisted in washing his prick and
making it get hard.  After their shower they took their towels and headed
up the elevator to the top floor and out the glass door to the hot tub next
to the pool.  The hot water felt great in the cool evening air, and both of
them agreed that it was nice to be able to be together this way naked. 
Marie kept telling Marv how handsome he was until he told her that once in
awhile was all a "girlfriend" had to complement her man.  She laughed and
told him that she was new at this and he would just have to put up with to
get such great sex - which caused him to join her in her laughter.  He felt
so relaxed with her, and she was so mature about the new level of their
relationship.  He just marveled as how a girl Marie's age could seem to
turn into a woman in just an hour.  She seemed a lot calmer at this moment
than he was about this shift in the relationship.  As they relaxed in the
hot bubbling water he reinforced again how important it was for them to
keep their relationship between the two of them - he stressed that it meant
Evie and Cal as well.  Marie just looked at him like he had grown a second
head.

   "Pappa, some things can go without being said, if I'm old enough to make
love with you I'm old enough to know how special and unusual it is.  What
we are to each other is our business and no one else's.  I love Evie, but
this is for us, no one else."

   The two of them got out of the hot tub and after drying off went back
down in the elevator to the master bedroom.  As they got ready to climb
into the bed Marie asked if they could both sleep naked now since they were
lovers.  Marv said it was all right with him but didn't she think she might
get cold.  Marie responded with a little grin that she figured that a big
man like him could keep a little girl warm in bed at night.  That started
both of them laughing again.  Marv couldn't remember laughing so much since
Chantel had died, it was like he was truly starting over - finally, thanks
to Marie.  They snuggled together under the covers, Marv holding her young,
soft naked body against him, her warm little ass tucked against him, his
arm across her chest, his hand cupping her little breast with its hard
nipple.

   He woke up the next morning in basically the same position except he had
a massive hardon that was wedged between Marie's thighs.  Almost
involuntarily he began moving his hips, pushing his hard prick between her
silky soft thighs.  He felt her coming awake and she pulled away, turning
to face him.  She looked directly into his eyes and smiled real big.

   "Oh Pappa, you still want me for your girlfriend, I can feel how hard
your prick has gotten.  You must think I am pretty.  Can I play with it for
a minute?" She seemed just delighted with his current erect state, he
didn't have the heart to tell her that he woke up with a hardon most
mornings.

   "Yes 'ma chere, je t'aime' (my dear, I love you) and of course you are
my girlfriend, you will be my lover for as long as you want to be - and if
you would like to play with my prick I would be happy to oblige."

   Marie giggled excitedly and got immediately to her knees next to him. 
She pulled down the covers and looked at him with anticipation.  Without
any urging from Marv, Marie put one leg over him, straddling him and
sliding down until her little pussy hovered right above his hard member. 
She leaned over and looked between her legs and grasped him with her little
hand, guiding the head to her opening.  She wiggled her hips side-to-side
and she rocked back and forth on her knees, seating him firmly in her
elastic little opening.  Having gotten him positioned to her liking she
just sat down on him in a quick thrust.  Marv was amazed, she had just
taken him all the way inside of her without even a whimper.  She was
amazingly tight and hot inside, he just couldn't get over the intense
feeling from being inside of her.  He felt as though all the blood was
cutoff in his prick, it was like being in a vice - but a hot one, and one
that was rapidly getting wet.  After sitting still for about fifteen
seconds Marie started moving up and down a few inches, increasing even more
the wetness that was enveloping his prick.  Then with a satisfied little
moan she started moving several inches up and down, taking him almost out
to the head and plunging back in to the hilt.  She leaned forward and began
kissing him deeply, still pumping hard on his prick.  Marv hadn't even been
completely awake when she first took him deep inside, but he was fully
awake now.  He was incredulous, just last night she was a little girl, a
virgin, and this morning she was fucking him like a woman, moaning deep in
her chest, her tongue dueling with his within her hot mouth.

   It didn't take long, in less than five minutes she was panting and
started contracting on him.  He felt the head of his prick start to buzz
and suddenly he was squirting his cum deep into her womb as she began to
hump harder on him as her orgasm seized her.  After a few blinding minutes
they were both spent and she collapsed on him, stretched out on his chest,
her tight cunt still holding his softening prick hostage.  As she
straighten out her legs on top of his he felt himself pop out of her tight
embrace.

   "Oh Pappa, that feels so good, I just love fucking you.  I want to do
this a lot.  Is that all right with you?"

   "Yes 'ma 'tite fille' (my little girl), I love it too, and we can do it
as often as I can get it up - that part is up to you.  Now, 'allons' (let's
go) - you've fucked me into a state of starvation."

   Chapter 2

   The Present - Australia

   Julie stood by the side of the bed in Mitchell's hotel room, her hands
still on her tits, wearing only her stockings and garter belt.  Amy was
sitting on the chair along side the small table next to the window.  Julie
turned her head and looked at Amy, simultaneously they burst into laughter.

   "So there's the stud Mr.  Mitchell, flat on his back, his dick in his
hand passed out cold.  At least his last conscious view of the evening was
this gorgeous body of mine," Julie said, "now what do we do with the
son-of-a-bitch?"

   "I'm going to search the room and his stuff and see if I can find the
letter, you'd better get busy, when he wakes up tomorrow morning we want
him to think he screwed you silly after I left in a huff with my feelings
hurt."

   "You're not telling me I've got to fuck this sorry loser are you?"

   "No sweetie, just get some tissues out of the bathroom and jack him off
so that we can spread a little cum around to make it believable in the
morning that he had you."

   Julie went into the bathroom and came back in a moment with a hand full
of tissues.  Amy was sitting on the floor, her skirt hiked up almost to her
crotch, looking carefully through Mitchell's suitcase.  Julie, still
wearing only her stockings and garter belt, sat down on the edge of the bed
next to Mitchell's waist facing Amy.  She gingerly disengaged his hand from
his still hard cock.  She looked down at him disdainfully.

   "Tell me again why I have to do this?  Why don't you do it and I'll
search the room.  I mean you're the one that has been getting him hard for
the last ten days."

   "You're the one that got him hard this time, this is your hardon, you
jack him off - besides you're already naked and I don't want to do a
'Monica' and get cum on my dress."

   Julie put the tissues down between her legs and took hold of Mitchell's
hard prick and began moving her hand up and down rapidly, looking over at
Amy in disgust.

   "If you find any rubber gloves while you're looking around let me know -
or better yet - find the letter and let me shoot the bastard."

   Julie sat next to Mitchell's unconscious form, moving her hand rapidly
on Mitchell's stiff member, her head turned to watch Amy looking though
Mitchell's briefcase on the table.  Suddenly a spurt of cum shot from
Mitchell's prick, landing on his chest.  Julie swore and grabbed toward the
tissues and kept moving her hand as Mitchell shot several more spurts into
the tissues.  She was laughing and so was Amy.

   "He caught me by surprise, I never had a guy cum without giving me some
cue first, I guess being unconscious has limited Mr.  Mitchell's range of
responses," Julie laughed, letting some of his cum run down his prick to
mat in his pubic hair.

   "Well, I guess you were right Daddy, no letter here (Amy spoke for Jim's
benefit, he was monitoring them though the medallion microphone she wore).
He must have hidden it when he went off in the cab.  I did find a Canadian
passport in the name of John Morris and close to twenty-five thousand in
cash."

   Julie laid the cum-filled wad of tissue on the bed and stood up.  Amy
walked over to her and put her arms around her, hugging her tightly.

   "Thanks for doing that Julie, I know it wasn't much fun.  And thanks for
pulling me out of the jam I got in with this sorry fucker, you saved me
from having to let him have sex with me - I owe you sister."

   Julie pulled back a few inches from Amy and took her face in her hands,
moving in to kiss her gently on the mouth.  Amy returned the kiss and in a
few seconds had opened her mouth and pulled Julie's tongue inside, sucking
on it gently while her hands slid down Julie's back to grasp her tight ass
cheeks right at the top of her stockings.

   "Mmmm I love your ass Julie, and the feel of your tits pressing on mine,
let me get naked and let's fool around for a few minutes before I go back
to Daddy's room, I'm sure he won't mind me being all heated up when I get
there - and we deserve some good sex after having to put up with Mitchell
all night."

   "I though you'd never ask, now get out of those clothes and let me put
my face in your pussy like I promised Mitchell I would - unfortunately he's
going to miss the show."

   "You're so bad Julie, sometimes you act like such a slut - I just love
it." Amy said as she pulled her dress off over her head, letting it drop to
the floor.  Amy winked at Julie as she unfastened her bra and dropped it to
the floor as well, followed quickly by her panties.  She stood looking at
Julie, one hip cocked wearing only her stockings and garter belt, just like
Julie.

   "Well sailor, see anything you like?" Amy grinned running her tongue
over her lower lip, both hands sliding between her thighs her fingers
caressing her pussy lips as she pulled them apart showing Julie her wet
pinkness.

   Julie's eyes got big and she felt her own wetness start deep inside. 
She put her hands on the top of Amy's shoulders and pushed down, guiding
her to sit down on the end of the bed.  Julie knelt on the floor and
grasping the inside of Amy's thighs spread her legs and lowered her face
into her warm sweetness.

   "Ahhhh, that feels so good baby, I love what you do to me with your
tongue, ohhhh yes just like that honey, put your tongue deep inside of me,
suck on my clit.  Mmmmm yes Julie honey, ohhhhh I love that so much."

   Amy pulled her legs back over her head, giving Julie total access to her
hot open pussy.  She had one breasts in each hand, twisting on her nipples
as she ground her sex into Julie's face.  Julie, in the meantime, had two
fingers deep in her cunt as she rolled her clit under a finger of her other
hand.  The two girls moaned as each began to reach a climax.  Amy started
to shudder and Julie sucked her clit deep into her mouth, pulling it
rapidly in and out through pursed lips as though Amy was fucking her mouth
with her hard little button.  Amy took her hands off her tits and grabbed
the back of Julie's head, pushing it hard into her pussy.  As she started
to cum she straightened out her legs, squeezing Julie's head between her
thighs as she came in wave after wave.  As her contractions finally
subsided she relaxed her legs, letting Julie pull her head free just as she
began to cum as well, throwing her head back and pushing hard to jam her
fingers as far inside of her hot cunt as she could reach.

   Both girls finally started to wind down, Julie crawled up on the bed,
resting her head on Amy's heaving chest, feeling her heart beating like she
had just run a race.

   "God, I love that Amy, I love to feel you cum, you cum so hard - you
almost popped my head when you squeezed it between your thighs like that, I
thought I might pass out.  Mitchell will never know what he missed, you are
a great fuck baby, I just love it," Julie said as she slid up along side of
Amy, putting her arm around her shoulders and pulling her in close in a
tight hug.

   "Oh Julie, baby, it makes me wild when you use your mouth on me, you
know just what to do to make me go crazy." As Amy hugged Julie she reached
down and dipped her finger in and out of Julie's wet tunnel, her palm
rubbing Julie's erect clit.  Amy started to giggle, then reached over and
rubbed her wet fingers on Mitchell upper lip, right under his nose. 
Getting some more of Julie's sweet nectar she liberally coated the first
two fingers on Mitchell's right hand.  Then, making a face, she rubbed his
now soft prick with more of Julie's pussy juice.  Julie started giggling as
well, looking at the expression of distaste on Amy's face as she had to
handle Mitchell's sticky cock.

   "When the sorry bastard wakes up all he'll be able to smell will be your
pussy Julie, he'll swear he spend the evening with his face in your
crotch."

   "The only one doing any pussy eating tonight was me baby, he loses - big
time."

   "I'm going to wash my hands - with plenty of hot water - and go see
Daddy in his room.  Maybe we can come up with a plan to get Mitchell to
lead us to the letter again.  I would advise you to just get into bed with
him and go to sleep.  Tomorrow morning he'll be so hung over you won't have
to worry about him making a move on you.  Just tell him I'm back at your
hotel pouting and that you'll try to smooth things over."

   "Thanks sister, say hello to Daddy for me - I'll just bet you're going
to be expecting 'Round Two' when you get to his room." Julie laughed,
directing her remarks towards the microphone in her medallion, knowing Jim
would be listening.

   "You got that right baby, he'd better meet me at the door with a hardon
and a smile, I'm a woman who's not in a mood to wait," Amy added, sending
Jim a message through the microphone as well.

   Chapter 3

   The Past - California

   Evie and Cal were amazed by the changes in Marv over the last two years
since Marie's eleventh birthday.  He had suddenly become so much more human
and calm.  Somehow the sharp edge that he seemed to have had disappeared,
to be replaced with a relaxed sense of humor.  Evie kept telling Cal that
Marv had a woman somewhere, that this much change in a man could come from
only one thing.  - he was getting laid, and well laid.  Cal just laughed.
He told Evie that he knew where Marv was twenty-four hours a day and that
if he had a woman she was invisible - plus she must be able to fly since
that would be the only way she could get into the house unseen.  He assumed
that since the business was going so well that was the reason behind Marv's
changed view of life.  They talked about it every few months, but they
never thought that the woman in his life might be his daughter Marie.

   To a large extent, Cal was right.  The business had developed very
nicely.  Initially Marv had to borrow a pretty good chunk of money from his
friend Jim Martin to get some of the computer hardware and sophisticated
tools that he needed to build his micro-security devices.  After the first
few months he landed two major industrial clients that wanted him to design
their new security systems from the ground up.  Those two jobs not only
allowed him to pay Jim back within six months but led to three other major
corporations that wanted his work.  Within the first year he had hired six
top security people to work for him at various client sites, including
hiring both Bill Hartley and Steve Parker away from the FBI - at three
times their government salaries.  He continued to try to get his friend Jim
to join him as well, he knew with Jim's genius for software and his
hardware they could design and build some really cutting edge security
equipment.  So far Jim had resisted his offers.  When the DCI had finally
contacted him about some work after his year was up he was stretched pretty
thin and had to delay the job until he could get some additional help.  The
work the Agency had for him was much more involved with offensive work
against people that the CIA had particular interest in getting information
on, but were inside the US or were off-limits for other reasons.  It was a
bit more interesting than the normal industrial defensive security business
he was doing for his other clients but much more dangerous.

   Marie had moved through all the high school subjects that Evie had given
her to learn, and had completed her GED just two weeks before her
thirteenth birthday.  Marv had enrolled her in a couple of correspondence
electronics courses at Cal State Northridge under Evie's name.  He was
still cautious about anyone knowing where they lived or their real names.
She had become a better than average electronic technician as well from her
computer building work with Marv and Cal.  She also had earned her black
belt from the sensi that Marv brought in three afternoons a week for
himself, Marie and Cal to workout with in the dojo that Cal had built.  On
the physical side she had grown three inches taller and become rounder and
more womanly looking.  By her thirteenth birthday she had already developed
the start of a set of lovely breasts and was wearing a 34B bra - on the
rare occasions when she wore one.

   Marv was enjoying the new relationship with Marie tremendously.  In many
ways she was more of a wife than a grown woman could be since she was
maturing into the relationship in every way possible.  He hadn't realized
before what it meant to have such a close relationship with someone that he
had known her entire life.  The difference was that there were no parts or
aspects of her life that he didn't share - there was no "before we met"
part of their life.  Marie had known only Marv as the central man in her
life, and was devoted to him in a way that only a daughter could be - but
without the parallel life that most daughters were forced by society to
live.  Since the move Marie didn't have any friends her own age, her entire
life revolved around Marv, and to a lesser extent, Cal and Evie.  Because
her world was completely adult she tended to act that way as well.  Marv
was amazed that he almost never had any disagreements with her, what he
wanted was automatically judged by her as correct.  Although he had noticed
that in some areas, particularly with sex, Marie was not shy in telling him
what she wanted from him as well.

   Marie had taken to sex, to use one of Evie's favorite expressions, like
a duck to water.  Since that first night together Marie was just in love
with the concept that she could do something that her Pappa really liked,
and that if she did it well she could reduce him to "a quivering mass of
male flesh" to use one of her favorite expressions.  Marv swore to himself
that she must spend hours thinking up new ways to make him feel fantastic.
One of her favorite ways was to climb on top of him on her knees and ride
his hard prick, bouncing up and down.  She had developed a trick that
somehow as she moved up and down on him she could not only tighten and
loosen the already tight walls of her teen pussy but she could twist
slightly from side to side from the waist in rhythm to her up and down
movement.  Marv thought it was the most exquisite feeling he had ever
experienced.  She was so tight anyway, this was just the ultimate fuck as
he began calling it.  Marie became so enamored with perfecting it that she
wanted to practice every morning before they got out of bed.  She kept
telling him that since he usually woke up with a hardon anyway there was no
sense in wasting it, also it always took him longer to cum in the mornings
and that became her challenge.  In her on-top position sitting up like that
she had perfect access to her clit with her hand, so Marv was treated to
the sight of her bringing herself off as well.  She practiced her timing a
lot, and since she was controlling all the movement she could always insure
a simultaneous orgasm for her and her Pappa.  At other times on the days
when they made love she let Marv be the aggressor/teacher, but the early
morning sex was her "make Pappa crazy practice time" as she loved to call
it.

   Marv not only enjoyed the early morning sex - it had become as necessary
to him as that first cup of coffee - but he recognized the practicality of
it as well.  Since Cal, and occasionally Evie, were around he and Marie
during the day, he really needed to have her drain his sexual energy so
that he could treat her like a daughter in front of them and not be running
his hands all over her developing young body.  He had just never been so in
love with someone as he was with her.  The sex was a big part of it but
more than that was the total trust that they shared, the total commitment
to each other.  In their private world each of them were the only people
that they had - and they reveled in that feeling and in the private life
they led as mates.  Most evenings they sat on the outside deck in the hot
tub overlooking the lights of Los Angles and sipped a glass of wine
together and listened to quiet jazz.  During that quiet nighttime sharing
their connection to each other grew in an emotional way as well as
physical. They were free to share their dreams and thoughts with each other
with no fear that they would be misunderstood or that conflict would arise.
When he looked at her he could see the complete love in her eyes, there was
never anything held back.  Marv had never been happier, and Marie's world
was filled being with the man she loved.  The age difference between them
seemed to blur in the quiet nighttime.

   About the time Marie turned thirteen Marv and Cal decided to rebuild the
hydraulic hoist system under the tennis court.  Marv felt that having
access to a helicopter could be very important in his security business. 
The three of them worked on it for over four months.  Most of the hydraulic
hoses needed to be replaced, as well as all the seals in the pumps.  The
electronic control system was several years old - Marie called it "early
Flintstone technology", and she took on the task of updating and rebuilding
it.  When they finally completed the rebuild Marv decided that he would buy
a helicopter to put in the hanger area.  The problem was that he didn't
want to bring a stranger into the house so hiring a pilot was a problem. 
He brought the subject up to Cal, but he quickly told Marv that he wanted
no part of flying a helicopter, the whole idea of even riding in one made
him nervous.  Marv accepted his decision with resignation and contacted a
small flight instruction company at the nearby FBO (fixed base operator) at
the private airport in Malibu.  He had never thought about learning to fly,
he had flown in Agency choppers and found them interesting, but never had
any real desire to sit up front and actually fly them, but he guessed now
he would.

   Marie was less than impressed with the idea that her Pappa was going to
learn to fly a helicopter.  She shared her concerns with Marv and he
assured her that it was a safe and reasonable thing for him to be doing. 
He told her how he would be flying with a very experienced instructor pilot
and that he would be safer flying the helicopter than driving on the
freeways in LA.  She seemed skeptical so he continued to reassure her,
giving her a long tutorial on the safety of modern helicopters and ease of
today's flight instruction.  He felt pretty good about their discussion,
after about a half an hour she seemed to accept his views on the safety of
the flight instruction process and the safety of his neck while he was
doing it.  When they went to bed that night she seemed resigned to his
plan. The next morning he was finishing his coffee on the deck, getting
ready to leave for his first lesson when Marie came out of the house.  She
was dressed in white jeans and a light blue button-down shirt, her hair up
in a pony tail held in place with light blue ribbon.  That was unusual for
her, she normally worked out in the pool for an hour before she started her
studying, and he was used to seeing her come out on the deck in her speedo
suit as he was finishing his coffee.  She came over to the table and
informed him that she would be going along to the airport to meet with the
flight instructor so that she could learn to fly along with him.

   "No, Marie.  Absolutely not, this is something that I have to do, but
not you.  This isn't the sort of thing that young girls do, I mean it would
be too ...".  He was about to tell her it was too dangerous when he saw the
gleam in her eyes.  He figured it out quickly - he had been had.  All of
the discussions last night - where she was 'worried' and he was reassuring
her about how safe flying was - it was all to set him up so he couldn't
object to her doing it with him.

   He just sat there for a minute looking at her, then broke into laughter.
She tried for a second not to smile, but lost the battle and started
laughing with him.

   "Well you did it 'cherie', you got me good.  Now there is no way I can
convince you to back off of this plan I guess." Her expression told him
clearly he didn't have a chance.

   "OK, you can come you 'espescen de tete dure' (you hard-headed thing),
but if the flight instructor says you're too young to learn to fly you will
just have to ride along and watch me make a fool out of myself."

   She jumped in his lap, hugging him tightly and planting a large wet kiss
on his mouth.

   "Oh Pappa, I'm so glad we can do this together, I would just worry
myself crazy if you were off doing something like this without me.  But we
can't tell Evie, she would shit a brick."

   "Marie!  That's not the sort of language I expect from a young lady,
you've been hanging out with Cal and I too much.  I may have to send you to
a Swiss boarding school to civilize you." The empty threat of sending her
off to the nuns in Switzerland was one he teased her with often, and it
always caused her to break up with laughter.

   "I know you, you would just want me go there so that you could visit me
and meet all my little friends and corrupt them like you did me." Marie
laughed and she reached down and squeezed crotch.  That started both of
them laughing all over again.

   "OK, 'allons' (come on) you little schemer, we have to leave now if we
don't want to be late." Marv said, lifting Marie out of him lap and
standing up.  He picked up his coffee cup and headed back towards the
house.

   On the way down in the elevator Marie was circumspect, knowing the video
security system was on.  She carried two of her text books from a class in
advanced micro-circuits that she was taking from UC Northridge by
correspondence.  Just in case they ran into Cal or Evie she would appear to
be just riding along to keep Marv company and she would spend her time at
the little airport studying.

   As they exited the elevator in the garage Marv headed over towards the
dark green Jeep Cherokee.  Marie took hold of his arm to stop him.

   "Oh Pappa, can we take 'Nigel', please.  This is a special occasion and
it fits with the adventure we're going off on.  Please.  please." Marie
reached up and tugged on his hand.

   Marv looked over to the small car under a car cover on the other side of
the large garage.  He glanced down at Marie with a little smile, sometimes
she did act like a thirteen year old.  He led her over to car and the two
of them started carefully removing the cover.  The car was a 1967 Austin
Healy 3000, BRG (British Racing Green) in color with a tan top, tan seats
and beautiful chrome wire wheels and Lucas driving lights.  Marv had bought
it as a lark about a year ago, right after he got paid for his first CIA
contract.  He had seen the ad offering it for sale in the local grocery
store, posted on the bulletin board along with a picture.  Marv had
succumbed to the impulse, he had always wanted this exact car, their next
door neighbor in Houston had had one exactly like this one while he was
growing up.  Marv had helped his neighbor Tom wash it and wax it every
weekend and Tom would take Marv for a ride down to the local Baskin Robbins
to buy him ice cream in exchange for his labor.  The Healy was perfectly
restored and ran like a top.  The car had belonged to a man who had owned
it since it was new, and he had kept it in perfect shape.  He had recently
died and his widow was reluctantly selling it.  When Marv went over to pick
it up Marie fell in love with it immediately.  She hugged the woman
promising her that she would help her Pappa take very good care of it and
she asked her if the car had a name.  The woman had tears in her eyes when
she told them that her husband always called it "Nigel" - after a friend he
had in England who had the same model Healy.  Cal was along with them since
he had to drive the Jeep home, and he looked over the mechanicals of the
car and pronounced them the best he had ever seen which delighted the woman
even more.  Cal also suggested that they buy all the husband's tools,
repair manuals and spare parts so that he could adequately maintain the
sports car.  The woman hadn't thought of that before, but was eager for the
additional money, and without the car she obviously had no use for tools
and parts.  Marv and Marie went back home in "Nigel" while Cal stayed to
load the tools and spares in the back of the Jeep wagon.  Marie had never
ridden in a sports car or a convertible before and she just loved it, her
long hair blowing in the wind as she leaned her face back into the sun. 
After a few weeks Cal had fallen in love with the car as well and spent
most Sunday afternoons working on it and tuning it.  Marv only drove it
once a week or so to keep the miles down, but he did need to drive it so
that he could tell Cal how well it ran - Cal always asked him and then told
him in detail what he had done to it on the previous Sunday.

   Twenty minutes later, looking a little wind-blown, Marv and Marie pulled
up outside of the FBO office at the little airport.  A blond-haired man in
his mid-fifties came out of door of the office and stood looking admiringly
at the Healy as they climbed out.  The man, who was to be their instructor
pilot, introduced himself as Roger Sanford.  He ushered them inside,
offering them a seat at a table crowded with charts and operations manuals
for various aircraft.  He offered them coffee, which they declined - Marv
didn't know how long they would be flying and he didn't want to have to pee
part way through a lesson.  Marie didn't drink coffee very often, and when
she did it was only the strong chicory blend (with lots of sugar) that she
loved to make for her Pappa.

   "Well Marv," Roger said when they had been seated, "I can see that you
have the perfect temperament to be a helicopter pilot.  Anyone with a
strong enough streak of masochism to own an old British sports car will
love flying helicopters." Roger had a big grin on his face.  " I can say
that because I own a 1962 MGA; right now it's at home with a bad starter -
good old Lucas 'Prince of Darkness'."

   Roger explained the way the instruction would be handled.  Since Marv
was interested in light helicopters they would begin instruction in a Bell
Helicopter Model 206, the aircraft that was called the Jet Ranger.  Later
if he wanted to expand his experience Roger told him that a friend of his
had a Hughes 500 that he could get some time in as well.  Roger outlined
the instruction program and provided Marv with the books that he would need
to study for the written exam for his license, and gave him the forms for
his medical clearance.  When Roger had finished the orientation Marv
brought up the subject of Marie taking instruction at the same time, asking
Roger if her age would be a problem.

   "Actually Marv, the FAA doesn't have any real age restrictions for
learning to fly, not unless it is for commercial purposes or to fly paying
passengers.  I personally don't have any problem with this young lady
learning to fly, it 's great for me from a business standpoint, since both
of you fly along with me and we get two lessons in one time period.  My
only qualification for youngsters or ladies is that they have enough upper
body strength to handle the controls if the hydraulic system quits - it's
sort of like power steering on a car.  It takes considerable strength
sometimes to safely land a helicopter like the Bell 206 without hydraulic
boosting on the controls." Roger looked over at Marie as he spoke, as if
appraising her strength.

   Marie just smiled at him and put her right arm up on the table in the
classic arm wrestling position.  Roger grinned back at her and put his arm
up next to hers and took her little hand in his, almost totally enveloping
it in his grip.  The grin on his face faded quickly as he tried to move her
arm down to the table surface.  Even with the advantage of his longer arm
her arm remained fixed in the upright position.  Gradually her arm moved
toward the table top with Roger's pressure, but sweat had broken out on his
face as he pushed her arm down.  Just prior to the top of the table he
stopped and broke his grip, rubbing his biceps with his other hand.

   "Good grief!  You're one strong little girl.  What in the world do you
do for fun, split firewood with your bare hands?"

   "My Pappa and I work out every day, he likes me to be fit.  I also swim
five miles every morning, but you're too strong for me." Marie said with a
big smile, turning on her considerable charm.

   Marv doubted that Roger had really beat her, he and Cal arm wrestled
with her occasionally and it was all they could do to pin her arm.  He was
pretty she had let Roger win so that he could save face - Marie was very
smart about how to treat the fragile male ego.  Roger pushed back in his
chair and stood up.

   "Let's go out to the hard stand and do a walk around of the aircraft and
I'll give you an introduction on how these contrary machines can be made to
suspend themselves above the earth." He looked down at Marie
affectionately. "I always wanted my kids to learn to fly, but they just
were never interested, it's going to be fun to have a father-daughter team
to teach."

   As they moved toward the door Marie reached over and took Marv's hand
and gave it a big squeeze.  Marv could tell she was excited to be doing
something so important with him, and that she could tell, just like Roger
had said, it was going to be fun.

   Chapter 4

   The Present - Australia

   Julie carefully opened the door to let Amy out into the hall.  Amy
walked into the hall and looked up and down at the closed doors.  She was
looking for a door with a 'Do Not Disturb' sign.  She saw a thin sliver of
white under a door with one of the signs hanging from the knob across the
hall and down about six rooms.  She walked quickly towards it and as she
got to the door she saw a small black dot in the corner of the white
envelope which stuck out from under the door about an inch.  It looked like
the hotel had put a message under the guest's door, actually it was a
message from Jim to Amy or Julie as to which room was his.  Amy walked
quickly to the door and as she approached she winked several times with her
right eye, telling Jim (who would be watching through the peephole to see
anyone that approached the door) that she was alone and that it was all
right to open the door and let her in.  If she hadn't given him the signal
he would have known that someone was out of sight in the hallway, forcing
her to get him to open the door and he would have moved quickly away from
the door so as to not be a target.

   Jim opened the door a foot or so and let Amy slip quickly into the room.
He closed the door behind her, locking it and putting the chain on it.  As
Amy turned around she saw Jim standing by the door - totally naked with his
Browning in his hand, the silencer attached to the end of the barrel.  As
she dropped her gaze she saw his very large and erect penis jutting out
from between his legs.  As she raised her gaze to his face she saw a big
grin stretching his mouth.

   "Do I meet your requirements m'lady?  I believe you requested a man with
a 'hardon and a smile'." Jim looked at her as he stroked his hard prick
with his left hand, his right arm hanging at his side, the Browning still
in his right hand.

   "I think you will do fine kind sir, just be sure not to get your hands
mixed up." Amy walked over the side of the bed and started taking off her
dress.  "Put that gun down and come over here and fuck me silly.  I've been
thinking about you all night and Julie just warmed me up - as I'm sure you
heard."

   Jim walked over towards the bed and put his pistol down on the dresser
top behind him.  He turned to face Amy just as she kicked her panties
towards him with the end of her foot.  Through a lucky fluke (Amy of course
claimed it as a skill shot) her panties draped over Jim's hard prick -
which got them both laughing uncontrollably.  Jim threw the panties on the
floor and grabbed Amy up in his arms and threw her on the bed, jumping
directly on top of her with a growl.  She was still giggling as he reached
down and guided his prick deeply inside of her already wet love tunnel. 
Amy sighed deeply and wrapped her stocking clad legs around Jim's waist as
she pulled him deeply inside of her smooth young body.  She took his head
in her hands and put her mouth against his, sucking his tongue into her hot
mouth.  Their rhythm fell into a hard thrusting by Jim and responding by
Amy, together they lost themselves in the feelings as their bodies merged.
After a few minutes Amy began to reach her climax, Jim felt her velvet
clutch tighten on him, bring him to his own release.  Together they came,
Amy squeezing her legs on him tightly as he reached under her lifting her
ass cheeks up to fully penetrate her with his spurting prick.

   "Ohh God, I love you Daddy.  It feels so wonderful to have you fill me -
I just love that hard hot prick of yours shooting your hot cum in me. 
Every time you're with me I remember how lonely I was before you came back
and made love to me that first night in your hotel." Amy held her Daddy's
head pressed down into her neck as she whispered in his ear.  She felt so
filled with love for him that she thought she might just explode, she had
loved him her whole life and she loved him even more since they had become
lovers.  In a minute she slid down his body to take his prick in her mouth.
Gently and lovingly she licked and sucked him clean.

   They lay together holding each other, not talking, just enjoying the way
each other's skin felt under their hands.  Jim felt his daughter begin to
drift off to sleep and pulled back the sheets and blanket on the bed and
they slipped under the bed covers.  Jim reached up and turned out the lamp
next to the bed and they lay cuddled together in the dark, filled with
their love and drifting off into a warm, golden sleep.

   Amy woke up when she heard the Jim rattling around in the bathroom.  She
stretched her arms and legs out in the large soft bed, feeling great. 
Getting to sleep with Daddy and make love with him in a real bed was a
wonderful treat.  She thought about Julie in a bed all night with that
loser Mitchell and started giggling.  Julie was right, it just didn't seem
fair she thought.  Here I spend all that time getting him hot and Julie
winds up having to strip for him and sleep in his bed all night.  That
started her giggling again.  She'd better not do that in front of Julie she
thought, her sister would make her pay for it - and Julie had a long
memory.

   Amy sprang from the bed and moved over to the long dresser on the other
side of the room.  She plugged in the kettle and opened two packets of
coffee and put them in cups while she waited for the water to boil.  She
thought it was interesting that even the best hotels in Australia had
freeze-dried coffee in the rooms instead of ground coffee and a coffee pot.
Coffee just wasn't as popular here as it was in the States she figured. 
She did like the real milk and cream that came with the coffee service,
instead of the terrible powered stuff that American hotels insisted on
using - if the two could just get together, real coffee and real cream -
probably too much to hope for.  That was one of the real advantages of
living aboard Pappillion, they had whatever they wanted for food.

   She had just finished pouring the hot water in the coffee cups when Jim
came out of the bathroom.  He walked over to where she was standing and
wrapped his big arms around her, pulling her in close and biting her gently
on the side of her neck.

   "That coffee smells great, I'll have some with a large bite of sexy
daughter thanks." Jim growled as he continued to nuzzle on her neck and
reached around to squeeze her big tits in his hands.

   "You can have all of your daughter you want Mister, I'm known to be
easy." Amy giggled as she reached down and took hold of his half hard
prick, giving it an affectionate tug.  "But I have a better idea for you."

   "As long as it includes my body and yours and a sharing of fluids I'm
all in favor of it little girl."

   Amy backed away and walked over to the dresser and poured herself some
hot water into her coffee cup.  Taking her cup she walked over to the
window and pulled back the drapes, motioning Jim to join her.

   "What I was thinking Daddy was that you might enjoy a run this morning,
Julie and I had one yesterday down there down there along the Yarra River,
and it was great.  I know how you like a run and since Mitchell will
probably sleep at least another hour I can stay here in case Julie needs me
and you can do a five mile on the trail along the river.  It really is a
great run, the rowing clubs are out on the river and it is a nice soft dirt
path that comes back through a park on the return.  We may not get the
chance to workout for the next few days if Mitchell goes on the move."

   "That's a great idea honey, I really need a run to loosen me up and
relieve all this tension in my body.  I'll take a communicator and you can
get me if something goes down, but I agree that Mitchell will be out at
least an hour so things should be quiet.  But - I reserve the right to fuck
you mercilessly when I get back."

   "I wouldn't want it any other way Daddy, you know how I love you all
sweaty from your run - it's one of my favorite fantasies." Amy looked him
in the eyes and leaning back on the table she dropped her hand to her
mound. With a little smile on her face, she used her fingers to slowly open
her soft inner lips, exposing her wet pinkness to him.

   "Stop that Amy, you know that just distracts me.  I think you do it on
purpose to make me think about you the whole time I'm running."

   "Oh I would just hate that handsome, I mean you having to think about
little ol' me.  Having to picture what's waiting for you back here - all
hot and wet.  I mean you just forget all about me and enjoy yourself, don't
even let this picture of me here, naked, wet, spread open and horny enter
your mind." Amy batted her eyes at him, her face a picture of innocence as
her fingers continued the exploration of her wet pink pussy lips.

   "You are really something Amy, you drive me crazy sometimes - shit most
of the time is more like it.  Anyway I need to go back to the Hyatt to get
my running stuff.  Tell me where to get on the path."

   Amy pulled herself together, literally, and walked over to the curtains
and pointed out the window at the bridge that crossed the river across from
the Flinder's Street Station on Swanson.  Even though it was early they
could see a lot of people moving up and down both Flinder and Swanson
Streets.

   "When you come out of the motor lobby entrance of the Hyatt turn left on
Russell and go down to Flinder then right to Swanson and then left to the
bridge.  Go down the stairs to the river and head left.  If you go to the
second bridge, cross over and head back it's exactly five miles.  It really
is a pretty run Daddy, we loved it.  One of the bellmen at the Hyatt told
us that people in Melbourne say that the Yarra is the only river in the
world that is 'upside down', it has the bottom on the top.  They say that
because it has so much runoff that it is always brown colored from
suspended soil."

   Jim started putting on his clothes from last night, sitting on the edge
of the bed to tie his shoes.  He was glad to be able to finally get some
exercise.  He had worried about leaving the girls alone, but this seemed to
be a safe time.  As he dressed he filled Amy in on what he had learned when
he had checked in last night with Marv.  Marv had told him that the
government was going to leave an e-mail in the anonymous chat room that
Mitchell had arranged and tell him they would wire the ten million to his
overseas account to get the letter back.  Then when Mitchell had picked the
letter they wanted Jim and the girls to nail him.  That way even if he
tried to split to Indonesia with the letter they could grab him before he
got away, but they thought that he definitely would have the letter in his
possession before he tried to leave Australia.

   Amy thought about the plan for a minute then told Jim that she guessed
it would work.  She would feel better though if they knew where he had
hidden the letter after he had left the GPO so they could be sure he had it
when they grabbed him.  Jim told her that he had checked with the taxi
company that Amy had told him Mitchell had used and they were able to track
down the record of the fare.  Jim said that Mitchell had gone to an address
in Port Melbourne, had the driver wait for twelve minutes and then had
himself dropped off back in front of the GPO where he was picked up.  Jim
said that he assumed that the Port Melbourne building was where Mitchell
had stashed the letter, he couldn't risk carrying it around.  Some quiet
inquires from Marv to the police had revealed that the address was the
residence and workshop of one Bruce Hughes, a known forger and sort of
underworld bottom-feeder.  This Hughes character was very careful though,
and no one had ever been able to pin anything on him and he had some
powerful underworld connections.  Marv figured that's where Mitchell was
getting his passports made, and probably where he had hidden the letter. 
Marv had an agent watching the place, but Mitchell hadn't been back since
his initial visit.  Jim told Amy that he doubted that Mitchell would leave
the letter with anyone.

   "He just doesn't seem to me to be the sort of person that would trust
anyone else with that ten million dollar letter.  He's probably getting
more forged passports made by this Hughes character."

   "Well, the son-of-a-bitch still has my passport that he lifted out of my
purse on the plane.  I assume it was taken to keep me from leaving the
country and to make me a new one if he plans to take me to Indonesia with
him if he runs.  I would guess that you're right and that's one reason that
he went to see this Hughes character."

   Jim stood up and putting his arms around the still naked Amy and gave
her a big hug.  Pulling back a bit his lowered his head and sucked one of
her nipples into his mouth, biting on it gently.

   "Ouch!  You brute, what kind of kiss good-bye is that, maiming a girl
then running off." Amy held his head in her hands and looked at him with
love shining out of her eyes.

   "That look is what I'm going to be thinking about for the next hour, I
love you too Amy.  By the way a copy of my chapter for our journal is on
the laptop, you might want to read it to get motivated to start your
section." He kissed her gently on the lips and picking up his fake cell
phone walked out the door without a backwards glance.

   She just stood there for a few minutes, staring at the door, lost in her
feelings.  I love him so much Amy thought, I thought I loved him before
when he was just my Daddy, before we made love, but it wasn't even close to
what I feel for him now.  I know one thing she thought firmly, I will never
be away from him again, like I was when that bitch separated us.  I'm glad
she is dead, she deserved to die about twenty times for what she did to
Larry and Diane, for taking Julie's parents away from her.

   Amy quickly drank down her coffee and before she went into the bathroom
to take a shower she ordered a continental breakfast from room service.  If
she was going to be stuck in this room alone for an hour or so she might as
well have breakfast with real coffee while she was drying her hair.  She
had finished her shower, put on the robe that came with the room and was
drying her hair when she heard a knock on door.  She picked up Jim's
Browning 9mm and put it in the pocket of her robe, cocking the hammer and
keeping her finger on the trigger guard as she cracked the door open on the
chain, standing well to the right of the door as she opened it.  Marv's
tradecraft trainer had taught her to never look through a peephole when
someone knocked on a door, it was a common trick to knock, then fire a
silenced shot through the peephole when the person outside saw the light
blocked by the target's head.  A bullet through the eye was a guaranteed
kill shot.  As she looked through the gap in the opened door she saw a very
non-threatening looking room service waiter standing there in the hallway,
balancing a covered tray above his shoulder with one hand.  Actually Amy
thought, he was sort of cute; she unfastened the chain and opened the door
stepping back to let him in.  She shamelessly checked out his ass in his
rather tight black pants as he walked into the room and over to the table
to put down the tray.  Umm, cute buns on this Aussie she mused.  I hope
Daddy hurries and gets back she thought with hidden amusement, I might just
jump a room service waiter, horny as I am right now.  She signed the check
- tipping him too much out of guilt for her nasty thoughts then locked the
door behind him.

   Amy decided to have some breakfast before she adjourned to the bathroom
to complete the process of drying her very long hair.  She knew it would
take a long time with the hotel hair dryer, but hers was still at the
Hyatt. She sure as hell wasn't going to do it on an empty stomach.  After
fixing herself a bowl of the assorted fruit, some of which was
unrecognizable but tasted wonderful, she poured her first cup of the real
coffee and sat down at the table.  Sliding her Daddy's Mac laptop over
beside her she started it up and opened the desktop file called "Story". 
Jim had written the first part of the story (she saw with a warm feeling
that he had titled it "Amy") of how he had to leave their home and how he
got her back a year ago.  He had told Amy and Julie that he wanted them to
add their own stories to his to complete the written record of that
turbulent June.  He felt that with everything happening to them in this new
life they would quickly forget what they had been through unless they put
it down now while it was still fresh but after the initial pain of their
loss had diminished.

   Sipping occasionally on the coffee Amy quickly lost herself in her
Daddy's narrative of what had happened to the two of them over the first
sixteen years of her life.  It all came back so vividly when she read his
words.  She understood why he felt they needed to put it in writing, some
of the sharp edges of what had happened had already begun blurring in her
memory.  The words made her memories rush back, causing her to alternate
between crying and smiling.  It was so intensely personal, it was like
reading his journal.  He didn't often dwell on his feelings, but this story
expressed them so well, it was like he was there talking to her.  When she
finished reading his first draft she immediately began writing her own part
of the story, taking up the narrative where Jim had stopped.  It seemed
like yesterday as she began keying in her narrative.

   "I was feeling incredibly happy as Daddy pulled the van out of the
driveway and headed down out of the hills towards the Bay Bridge.  I tuned
KBLX on the radio and settled back listening to Kenny Gee's saxophone. 
Sitting beside Daddy with my hand resting on his shoulder looking out
through this big windshield I felt like I was flying.  It was as if the
last three years of living alone with that bitch was fading out of my mind
like it was only a bad dream from which I had just awakened..."

   She was still writing on the laptop forty-five minutes later when Jim
knocked on the door once, paused then knocked once again, their agreed upon
signal.  She jumped up and took the chain off the door and as soon as he
had come into the room and the door shut she threw her arms around him and
hugged him tightly.

   "Oh Daddy, I love you so much.  I've been read your story file - Amy -
and I had forgotten how much I owe you and how brave you were to come to
take me away from that terrible bitch.  God, I adore you and I will until
the day I die."

   Jim hugged her back, understanding the intensity of her emotion, he had
felt it too as he had written the story.  It had been very healing for him,
and he knew it would be for Amy and Julie as well when they sat down and
put their memories into words on the screen.  He saw the tear streaks on
her face and felt the tightness of her arms around him and knew how much
the remembering had meant to her.  He leaned over and whispered in softly
in her ear to lighten the mood.

   "Does this mean I going to get lucky baby?"

   A hundred feet or so down the hall Julie was waking up in Mitchell's
bed. As she opened her eyes she looked in confusion at the back of the head
next to her in the bed.  For a moment she couldn't remember where she was
and who this person was with whom she was in bed.  As her memory came back
to her Mitchell - as if picking up her thoughts - rolled over to face her
and opened his eyes.  Just like Julie it was apparent that he couldn't
immediately remember who the hell Julie was either.  As they lay there,
their faces a foot apart, Julie could tell that Mitchell was in terrible
shape.  His eyes were blood-shot and filled with the pain of a first-class
hangover.  He looked so pathetic she almost burst into laughter.  Instead
she put on a semi-sultry look and whispered to him.

   "Good morning Johnny, you stud.  God what a fucking, I'll be sore all
week from you pounding on me.  I haven't ever been so well fucked, for so
long, in my whole life.  I wish I could put you in my suitcase and take you
home, you're a national treasure." Julie was almost gagging on the words,
but they seemed to be wasted on Mitchell anyway.

   "Uhhh, ump, uh Julie, I really feel rott...." Suddenly he stopped
talking, his face turned the color of light green chalk and he bolted from
the bed and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

   Moments later Julie could hear sounds of retching as he began throwing
up into the toilet.  Good on you - as the Aussies would say.  You
son-of-a-bitch, I hope you puke your guts out, that's what you get for
having impure thoughts about Amy and I - Julie thought with amusement. 
Since he seemed to be occupied for the moment she reached out and picked up
the telephone next to the bed.  She asked the operator for Mr.  Williams'
room and after the phone rang once in Jim's room she hung up.  Calling the
operator back she asked for the room again, explaining that she had to hang
up to answer the door.  When the phone rang again Jim picked it up and said
hello.

   "Hi Daddy." Julie said quietly.  "Mitchell is in the bathroom throwing
up everything but his toe nails, so I thought I would check-in."

   "Thanks honey, Amy is here with me too.  I just got back from a run and
Amy is drying her hair.  You and Amy should meet at your room at the Hyatt,
she can fill you in on the current situation.  Tell Mitchell you are going
back to your hotel to try to calm Amy down.  When you leave the room Amy
and I will be right behind you.  I'll set up camp in the lobby to watch the
elevators and trail him if he leaves the hotel.  I'll call you from the
lobby when I figure you have both gotten to your room."

   "OK Daddy, but I don't think he will be going anywhere soon, he sounds
terrible." At that moment a particularly loud retching sound came from
behind the closed door.  "Well, there goes the toe nails," Julie said
gleefully, hanging up the phone.

   She hurried to get out of bed and get dressed before he came out of the
bathroom, she had no desire to be naked in front of him again - once was
enough even though she doubted that he completely remembered it.  His loss,
she thought smugly as she ran her hands over her smooth, hard thighs and up
to give her full up-tilted breasts a little squeeze.

   She was sitting in the chair by the table putting fastening her last
stocking in her garter belt snap when she heard the bathroom door open. 
Mitchell came out wearing the robe that had been hanging on the back of the
bathroom door (Thank you God, Julie thought, I don't have to look at the
bastard naked again).  As he walked over to the bed and flopped down on it
a favorite expression of Amy's came to Julie's mind.  The man definitely
looked like he had been "shot at and missed, but shit at and hit" - she
didn't know where Amy picked these things up.  The most amazing things
could come out of that girl's mouth at times Julie thought.

   "Uh - Johnny, I'm going to go back and see if I can calm Prentiss down
some, she was pretty upset when she stormed out of here last night.  I
think the sight of you climbing on me with your hard dick in my hand was
too much for her."

   Mitchell groaned loudly, and rolled over, burying his head under a
pillow.

   "Yes, well, I guess you don't feel real chipper right now, so I'll
leave. You get some rest and I'll call you about three this afternoon.  I
have a seven p.m.  flight out of Melbourne.  Don't worry I'll get the 'Amy
the Ice Princess' calmed down for you."

   Mitchell's only response was another groan and a pathetic wave of his
hand.  So Julie picked up her purse and let herself out into the hall. 
Just to be mean she let the door slam loudly - she heard another groan
issued from within the room as she walked briskly down the hall, a smug
smile on her pretty face.

   Chapter 5

   The Past - California

   Roger led Marv and Marie over to a blue and silver helicopter sitting on
the concrete outside of the hanger.  The blades were tied down to the back
of the tail boom and the first thing Roger did was to untie them and store
the tie-down in a compartment on the side of the fuselage.  Marie noticed
that the tie-down had a red streamer attached to it that read "Remove
Before Flight" - she wondered how the helicopter could fly with the blade
tied down - it seemed obvious that it had to be removed before the
helicopter could fly.  She asked Roger about that seeming absurdity.

   "That's a good point Marie.  See, most of flying is paying attention to
the obvious.  If pilots do everything right, every time, the chance for an
accident is very small.  Most accidents are caused by 'pilot error' - that
means that a pilot overlooked the obvious or did something he was taught
not to do.  That's why we practice things the same way over and over - to
make it hard to do them differently or skip steps.  Flying is not the place
for innovation.  Routine procedures not seat-of-the-pants showboating make
for safe flying.  There's an old saying in aviation, particularly in
helicopters where the margin for error is so small - 'There's old pilots,
and there's bold pilots, but there's no old, bold pilots.' Now let me show
you why this disorganized set of moving parts can fly."

   Roger started his explanation at the top two rotor blades and moved
down. He showed them how the blades became "moving wings" to generate lift
just like wings on fixed-wing airplanes.  Except helicopters didn't need
propellers or jet engine thrust to pull or push a wing through the air to
generate lift, they move their wings through the air by spinning them.  He
opened up the panels on the side of the aircraft and showed them the
turbine engine connected to a transmission that made the blades rotate and
the drive shaft the moved the tail rotor.  Marie was sort of surprised that
the engine looked so small.  Roger told them that even though it was small
it generated over a thousand horsepower.  To do that though it burned a lot
of fuel, over a hundred gallons per hour.  Opening the door to the cockpit
he showed them the controls and how they worked the main and tail rotor
blades.

   "With a helicopter, it's all about moving those spinning disks on the
top and on the tail.  If you move them correctly the aircraft will go where
you want it to and at the speed you command.  It's as simple as that.  The
trick is learning what 'correct' is and how to get there."

   Roger showed them the long lever to the left of the pilot's seat, it
moved up and down, pivoting from the rear where it was attached to the
floor.  He showed them that that lever moved both main rotor blades
together, changing the angle through which they moved through the air
creating more or less lift in the blades.  Because it moved both blades
together, or collectively, it was called the "collective".  The control
stick that rose from the floor, between the pilots legs was used to change
the direction of the helicopter by changing the tilt of one rotor blade at
a time while it was in a certain part of its rotation cycle.  Pushing
forward on this control made the helicopter accelerate forward, pulling
back made it slow down - or at a hover even move backwards.  Pushing left
or right made the aircraft move in that direction.  Since it moved the
blades one at a time while they were in a particular part of their rotation
cycle it was called the "cyclic".  The two foot pedals changed the pitch,
or power capability, of the small tail rotor, increasing or decreasing it's
effect on the body of the helicopter.  Roger explained when the engine of
the helicopter spun faster it created a tendency for the body to want to
spin under the rotor, the tail rotor pushed in the opposite direction of
the engine's rotation to keep the body from rotating.  So unlike a airplane
the foot pedals didn't do anything in a turn but were used only to
compensate for increased power caused by lifting the collective.  At a
hover the pedals were used to let the body spin under the blade so that it
could rotate under the blades in a circle around a point without moving
forward or backward.  Roger told them that the most difficult maneuver in a
helicopter was to keep everything in perfect equilibrium, or at a "hover"
where the aircraft remained at a constant altitude above the ground and
over a point without drifting.

   "I know this all sounds very complicated but once you get the hang of it
you will find it is merely impossible," he laughed.  "Helicopter pilots
like to say that 'to soar through the air is wonderful, but to hover is
divine', " Roger laughed again, putting an arm around Marie's shoulder and
giving her a hug.

   "What we'll do is take off and fly out over the water to the northwest
of us and I'll let each of you try the controls one at a time, following
what I do.  Then after a few instruction periods of this we'll try two
controls at a time, and finally all three.  Then we'll go to a big field
that I like to use and see if you can learn to hover, the same way, one
control at a time.  Finally I'll start teaching you takeoffs and landings,
then how to fly on the instruments.  All of this will take about six months
if you can come out twice a week for two hours per day."

   "I didn't realize that it would take so long," Marv commented.

   "Well Marv, flying a helicopter takes more hand and foot coordination
than any other task known to humans - except playing the organ - and they
may sound better but organs are hard to get to fly."

   They all thought that was pretty funny.  Marv and Marie were really
getting to like this crusty pilot with the strange sense of humor.  Marie
was wondering if all helicopter pilots had a view of the world like
Roger's. When she got to know him better she was going to ask him.  He
seemed to like her thought, and she was glad.  She would work real hard to
show him she was serious about becoming a pilot and wasn't too young.

   "Come on then, lets take a ride.  We call this first flight the 'nickel
ride', if after we are out for a half-hour or so either of you or both of
you don't want to continue we shake hands and there is no charge - on the
house."

   "What have got to lose then Roger, I'm sure Marie will enjoy the
experience, I've spent some time in choppers before, and I thought it was
fun."

   "One more thing Marv, and you too Marie.  No real helicopter pilot ever
calls a helicopter a 'chopper', it would be like someone from San Francisco
calling The City 'Frisco' - that's how you can tell the pilots from the
passengers."

   Roger helped them get settled in the aircraft.  He had Marv take the
right pilot seat while he helped Marie get strapped into a seat that was
right behind the pilots seats and between them - he said it was called the
"jump seat", but Marie couldn't see any reason, you couldn't jump to
anywhere from it - she supposed it was one of those pilot things like not
calling them choppers.  He told them that it was tradition that the pilot
in charge flew from the left seat.  There really wasn't any technical
reason for it, but even in big airliners the left seat was the place the
pilot in charge sat.  Roger showed them how to work the switch for the
microphone that was attached to the headphones; then went around to the
left seat and got himself strapped in as well.

   When they were all strapped in had their headsets working Roger handed
Marv a plastic coated card that had the pre-start and start-up procedure
printed on it.  He asked Marv to start at the top and read the steps off,
one at a time.  He would do the item on the list and then tell him "check",
then they would move to the next item.  Roger said that they would do that
every time, no matter how many time they had started the aircraft before,
the check list was one of those routine procedures that he had talked
about, the ones that made an inherently dangerous activity, like flying,
safe.

   When Roger started up the aircraft Marie was surprised at how loud it
was, even wearing the big headphones that completely covered her ears.  It
was like there were twenty different sounds all going on at once, not like
a car where all the noise came from the engine.  She could also feel the
helicopter begin to vibrate through the floor and the seats, it was like it
had suddenly come awake and was straining to leap into the air and fly. 
The blades that had moved so slowly when Roger first started the engine up
were now just a gray blur out the top of the front windshield.  Marie was
loving all this, she thought that it was very exciting, and getting to
actually fly the helicopter was just too much to even think about right
now. As she looked around the cockpit in front of her it seemed like there
were hundreds of dials, lights and switches.  She wondered how she would
ever remember what each of them did.  There were even more switches on a
panel over head, between the seats on a console directly in front of her
between the two pilot seats.

   Marv had finished reading the 'run up' part of the checklist and handed
the plastic card back to Roger who stuck it in a metal pocket on the center
console.  He instructed Marv on how to change the frequency of the radio
they would be using.  Roger looked back to make sure that Marie was still
firmly buckled into the jump seat and then made a subtle movement of his
hands and feet and suddenly they were suddenly two feet off the ground,
still in exactly the same place, but hovering.

   "This is called hovering, it's what separates us from our fixed-wing
friends, no airplane built can do this - well maybe the Harrier which is a
hybrid jet with movable thrusters, but not this well and not as safely.  As
you learn to fly this bird, you'll claim that what we are doing now is
impossible - hovering is the hardest maneuver that you will have to learn.
The trick is simple, do as little as possible with the controls, hovering
is not a movement of the controls, it is a state-of-mind.  Look at my hands
and feet, you don't see me moving them.  I'm putting in subtle pressures on
all of the controls simultaneously, I'm 'thinking' about hovering.  You
know it is a funny thing, for hours you won't be able to do what I am doing
right now, as hard as you try.  Then all of a sudden it will happen for you
- pilots call that 'finding the hover button'.  No one can explain it, it
just happens - if you're lucky, otherwise you'll never be a helicopter
pilot."

   "Let's go flying, we have plenty of time to think about hovering." Roger
said looking at them with a big grin on his face.

   Roger depressed the microphone button on the cyclic and called the
operator of the FBO to tell them he was departing to the west and to open
his local VFR flight plan.  Marie heard a voice come back on the radio to
tell him that there was no other traffic in the pattern.  She didn't
understand what traffic or a pattern was but she was sure she would learn.
So not only did you have to learn to fly but talk on the radio to someone
at the same time she thought, no wonder this was so complicated.  She heard
Roger ask Marv to tune pre-set two on the radio as he moved his left foot
and swung the helicopter ninety degrees to the left.  With one more check
of the gauges he smoothly pulled up slightly on the collective, pushed
forward on the cyclic and pushed in slightly on the left pedal - all
simultaneously.  The helicopter dropped its nose and started accelerating
forward.  As it gained speed it seemed to sink for a second then shuddered
and accelerated forward, gaining speed and altitude quickly.  Marie looked
out of side door, the world was rapidly receding below and behind them. 
This was really fun she thought, much more like flying than being in a big
metal tube with lots of other people the way it was on airliners.  She
promised herself, whatever it took she would learn to do this, to fly free
and unfettered like this.  She wanted to be able to do this, fly with the
helicopter under her control, to go where she wanted to go.  Except for sex
with her Pappa this was as much excitement as she had ever felt.  What she
didn't know was that most helicopter pilots would agree with her instantly,
nothing except sex felt this good.

   Roger flew them out over the ocean, and up the coast toward Santa
Barbara.  He stayed fairly low, he told them that he didn't want to get
into the traffic pattern from LAX.  As he flew he show them how the
controls worked and some of the local landmarks by which they navigated. 
After about fifteen minutes he came back to the little airport in Malibu
and set the helicopter down on the hard stand - Marie was a little
disappointed that it was over so soon, she had been watching the dials and
she thought she had figured out a relationship between several of them. 
But instead of shutting the helicopter down Roger was just letting Marie
and Marv switch seats so that Marie could fly up front in the right seat.
He showed her how to adjust the seat so that she was in the right position
to reach the controls.  As soon as both of them were belted in Roger swung
the helicopter to the left again and took off.  Marie really liked being in
the co-pilot seat, the visibility was much better from here, there was even
a little window under her feet where she could see the water rushing by. 
She sat very still, being careful not to touch anything that might bring
instant disaster to them.  Roger must have been reading her mind.

   "Just relax honey, there is nothing that you can do by accident that I
can't get us out of, that's why I'm the instructor pilot and you're the
student - I expect you to do the unexpected." He laughed and winked at her.

   "Here, let's try something.  Take the collective in your left hand, hold
it just like I am holding mine."

   Marie tentatively rested her hand on the collective, trying not to move
it.

   "It won't break Marie, take a firm hold of it, wrap your hand around the
grip at the end.  Good.  Now push down about an inch, don't worry I have my
hand on it as well on my side."

   Marie did as Roger instructed, and the helicopter immediately began to
loose altitude.

   "Now pull back up on it."

   She did and the descent stopped and they were level again.

   "See, you were flying a helicopter.  It's that simple.  What did you
notice happening when you moved the collective?"

   "Well, we started to go down.  You pulled back a little on the cyclic
and pushed in some on the right pedal.  The little dial with the percent
marks went down and so did the one next to it.  The pointer on bigger one
with the two hands started to move and so did the pointer on the one that
has the same numbers on the top and bottom."

   Roger's mouth fell open.  He looked at Marie and then back at Marv in
open surprise.

   "How old is this girl supposed to be?  I have never had a first flight
student - or most students ever - notice all of what happens when the
collective is reduced, even the effect on the instruments," Roger said in a
hushed voice.

   "Well she's pretty bright Roger, and very observant.  Nothing much
escapes Marie's notice.  She's always been that way, since she was a little
girl."

   "I was watching the dial..uh instruments while you were flying with
Pappa in the front seat and I could see that lots of them seemed to be
interdependent.  So when I moved the collective I anticipated that some of
them would register the change of state," Marie commented seriously.

   Her serious tone caused both men burst into laughter, Marie failed
immediately to see the joke, but joined in with them.  She was thrilled,
she had flown a helicopter, well almost, but she had moved a control and
made the aircraft do what she commanded it to do.

   When Roger had them back on the ground he handed Marie the plastic card
and had her read the shut down checklist to him and he shut the aircraft
down.  When they had unbuckled their seat belts and taken off the headsets
Roger turned in his seat and looked at them both.

   "I really hope you both decide to continue, I like you and I would enjoy
initiating you into the wonderful and strange world of being a helicopter
pilot.  And you young lady, you are one of the most amazing girls I have
ever met.  I'm really going to enjoy teaching you - unless I'm mistaken you
will probably wind up teaching me something I may have forgotten about this
beast, " he reached up and patted the top of the cyclic.

   Marv told him that they were definitely committed to completing the
instruction - Marie chimed in adding no matter how long it took.  Roger
looked delighted, and suggested that they make it Tuesday and Thursday
mornings and Saturday mornings for the ground school.  He told them he
liked to do as much instructing as he could on things like radios and
instruments in the office to keep the expensive blade time applied to
flying.  They got out of the Jet Ranger and walked back to where Marv had
parked Nigel.  Roger shook hands with both of them and told them again how
much he was looking forward to working with them.  On impulse Marie wrapped
her arms around Roger and gave him a big hug.  He got a big smile on his
face and told her again how special she was, and how pretty.

   "We need a few pretty helicopter pilots to balance the old crusty
pelicans like me, it spruces up the profession," he grinned.

   On the way home in the Healy Marie kept remembering how good it felt to
move the collective and have the helicopter respond.  It was such a feeling
of power to master a machine so big and complex.  She just knew that she
was going to love flying.  She was surprised that the feeling was making
her sexually excited as well.  They parked the car in the garage and went
up to the house in the elevator.  As they stepped off the elevator and the
doors shut behind them Marie reached up and wrapped her hands around Marv's
neck, pulling his face down to meet hers.  She put her mouth on his and
kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.  She lowered one
hand and rubbed him firmly between his legs, and starting to unzip his fly.
Marv felt himself hardening immediately.  He didn't know what brought on
this sudden sexual urge from Marie, but he certainly wasn't going to
resist.

   "Ohh I just have to have you right now Pappa, right here on the floor.
I'm so wet and so hot I just want to swallow you up inside of me." Marie
was pulling him down to the floor with her, moaning deep in her throat and
trying to pull her pants down.

   "I always heard that women loved to fuck pilots, but this is great, I
haven't even learned how to fly yet - is this something we are always going
to do after every lesson little daughter?  If it is I think we need to
increase our lessons to four times a week."

   "Don't talk Pappa, just take me and take me hard, right now."

   Two hours later Marv and Marie sat at the redwood patio table outside of
Cal and Evie's little guest house.  Evie was setting a big bowl of potato
salad on the table while Cal was finishing up grilling hamburgers on the
large brick barbecue pit that he had built next to the patio last summer.
They had both had showers after their frantic love making on the floor of
the theater room next to the elevator.  Marv was feeling completely
drained, Marie had really worked him over.  He thought that anyone that
thought that thirteen year olds weren't sexual had never met Marie.  She
had fucked him harder than any grown woman he had ever known.  Obviously
flying was exciting for her in more ways than one - he was very glad that
he had agreed for her to take lessons with him.

   Cal was asking Marv all sort of question about his morning adventure. 
Evie was looking at Marie out of the corner of her eye while Marv was
talking.

   "So Marie, honey, weren't you bored having to be out there when your
Pappa was off flying?"

   "I took my books with me Evie.  I was nice and warm sitting in the sun
in Nigel."

   Marie didn't want to lie to Evie, but she knew that Evie would pitch a
fit if she thought that Marie was taking flying lessons along with Marv. 
What she said was completely true, even if it was deliberately misleading.

   "Pappa doesn't have a fork Evie," Marie said, changing the topic.

   "Good grief, I must have only brought out three, I could have sworn that
I had four in my hand when I walked out here." Evie looked distracted and
stood up to go back into the house to get another fork.

   Marie slid the fork she had slipped off the table into her pocket, she'd
mix it in with the dirty dishes when she helped Evie clear the table.  She
had just wanted to distract her for a minute so that Pappa could change the
subject.

   "Hey, Cal.  I think that the points might have slipped on the Healy,
coming up the hill off of One, down by Pepperdine, it seemed to be missing
a little bit on acceleration."

   That got Cal's undivided attention, he immediately launched into a long
set of questions about just what Marv was doing when he felt the "missing"
and what exactly did it feel like.  Evie came out with another fork and
jumped all over Cal because he had gotten so involved in the car problem
that the burgers were burning on the grill.  After all that had been sorted
out all discussion of the morning's flying lesson was forgotten.  Marv did
feel a little bit guilty because he knew that Cal would spend all afternoon
re-tuning the Healy and test driving it when it was really running
perfectly.  On the other hand he wouldn't have any problem fixing the car
since it wasn't broken.

   Later that evening Marv and Marie were sitting in the hot tub out on the
deck, relaxing and looking at the lights of Los Angles as they shimmered in
the quiet night.  Marv told Marie that they were going to have to tell Evie
what was really happening sooner or later, they couldn't keep it hidden
forever.  Marie looked at him with a little smile on her face.

   "Pappa, she knows that I'm taking lessons with you, she suspected it
this morning when we left together, but after lunch today she knows for
sure.  I just changed the subject so that she would have a way to not push
the topic in front of you and make you say something that was untrue.  In
the next few days she will get me alone and make me tell her what's going
on - but this way she won't have to say anything to Cal or take an opposing
stand with you."

   "I don't disagree with your analysis honey, but why didn't she just ask
me directly if she wanted to know?"

   "Because she is a woman Pappa, you'll probably never really understand
how she gets the information she wants or why she wants it.  I'll handle
her 'cherie', you would just get yourself in a place where she would have
to oppose you and that would cause hard feelings."

   "It all seems very complicated 'ma 'tite fille' (my little girl),
dealing with women I mean."

   Marie stood up in the tub, water streaming down her beautiful naked body
which glowed a soft pink from the hot water.  She looked so beautiful and
perfect as she stood lit by the soft underwater lights from the hot tub. 
Her breasts were the size of large oranges, full and standing out proudly,
her nipples thrust up at a forty-five degree angle, hardening instantly in
the cool air.  Her waist looked amazingly small now that her hips had
started to flare into a womanly shape.  The jet black hair on the top of
her mound was spreading down the sides of her lips.  Her inner lips were
soft and protruding from her pussy.  Marv started getting hard just
imagining how good she would taste as he spread her open with his tongue.
She looked at him with lust-filled eyes that promised much more than most
thirteen year-old bodies could deliver.  God, he loved fucking her.  She
climbed out of the hot tub and bent over to pick up her robe, giving him
the little wiggle of her ass that always drove him crazy.

   "Well, 'c'est vrai' (that's true), we are complicated but we women have
other redeeming features.  Come to bed with me now 'cher' and I'll show you
a few."

   Chapter 6

   The Present - Australia

   Mitchell woke up two hours later, still feeling pretty rough, but at
least now he was pretty sure he was going to survive.  He lay in the bed,
trying not to move his head which was pounding like a bass drum.  His mouth
tasted like a very dirty sock and his fingers smelled like Julie's pussy.
Actually he just assumed it was Julie's he really didn't remember much
after they left the restaurant to come to his room.  He had a vague memory
of Julie getting naked and taking off his pants.  He also had a shaky
recollection of Amy coming out of the bathroom while Julie was jacking him
off or something like that.  God, what a cock-up!  He did remember Amy in
tears and storming out of the room - the tears part was clear in his mind,
and he guessed she had left in a huff.  Well he reckoned he did OK with
that little slut Julie, a shred of masculine pride surfacing.  She claimed
he fucked her silly - sore for a week she'd said, he bet he had really
shoved the wood to the little bitch.  Too bad he had no memory of it, and
too bad she was off to the States tonight so there wouldn't be a chance for
a repeat while he was sober.  He reached down and gently rubbed his prick,
it was definitely sticky, and when he sniffed his fingers he could smell
Julie even more strongly.  At least the night wasn't a total waste, he
bagged a real cute little Yank - he just wished he could remember it.  Now
how to get little Amy back in line and back in his bed so that he could
take her cherry.

   He turned to glance at the clock on the bedside table, his head
protesting vehemently at the movement.  A little after noon he saw.  He had
better get up and see if he could navigate to Bruce's to get the passports.
He also had to go to one of the public computers at the library and
check-out his private chat room to see if the government had answered his
demands yet.  Maybe if he stood under the hot shower for thirty minutes he
thought hopefully.  Never again, he promised himself, as he gingerly got
out of the bed, making only small careful movements.  He was going to limit
his drinking to just wine from now on, no more vodka martinis no matter how
cute the shelias.

   Amy was sitting on the edge of the bed in Julie's room at the Hyatt
getting clean clothes out of her suitcase as Julie unlocked the door and
came in to the room.  She didn't look very happy.  In fact Julie had become
more and more pissed about her role last night as she walked back to the
hotel in her evening dress in the middle of the morning, with everyone
staring at her.  She was beginning to feel like a real slut, particularly
when she got a knowing little smile and wink from the bellman as she walked
in the motor court entrance in her short dress and high heels.

   "Hi Julie, you look a little frazzled honey."

   "Frazzled?  You didn't have to sleep in a bed with a world-class scumbag
all night, did you?  Oh no, little Miss Amy got to play with Daddy all
night while dumb-ass ol' Julie listened to Mr.  Mitchell snore in her face.
Little Amy didn't walk back down Collins Street in the middle of the
morning in a dress up to her ass and four inch heels and have a bellman
leer at her.  Frazzled?  What's wrong with this picture?"

   Amy started to say something humorous to her but Julie cut her off.

   "Not a single fucking word until I get all the potential diseases
showered off of me and brush my teeth about twelve times.  I can't believe
the second man I spend the night in bed with has to be a dead-drunk
traitorous woman killer with bad breath and a tiny dick!"

   With that she flounced into the bathroom and slammed the door.  Amy just
sat on the bed in shocked silence.  She started to get up to go hug Julie
but thought better of it; when Julie was in this sort of mood it was best
to leave her alone to calm down.  Time enough for hugging and sympathetic
words when she was sure Julie wasn't going to do physical harm to her.

   Amy changed into jeans and a soft long-sleeved white turtle neck
sweater. She put on her short brown suede boots and made sure that her
Browning was securely strapped into her purse in case they had to leave the
room in a hurry.  She could still hear the shower running so she got out
Daddy's Mac which she had brought back to the Hyatt with her along with his
shorts, tee shirt and Brooks running shoes.  She set the laptop up on the
table and opened up her file that she had started while Jim was running. 
She was really getting into the memory of the drive from Berkeley to down
to Monterey on that Sunday afternoon.  The more she wrote the more she
remembered the wonderful feelings that she had experienced in the van with
her Daddy, going to a new life and new adventures.  She had never, in her
wildest dreams, thought it would turn out the way it did.  The joy and
excitement with Daddy and Julie, the unfettered sex between the three of
them.  Then all the pain and suffering of losing Julie's parents, her bitch
of a mother and her lover drowning in their car at the bottom of San
Francisco bay.  The recuperation and healing at Marv's mountain top house,
getting to know him and lovely, brilliant Marie.  Training so hard to
become agents for him and now sitting in Melbourne, Australia trying to
stop a traitor from potentially starting a war.  If she was writing fiction
she could never come up with such a strange plot.  Looking back at it she
realized that the training was really a way for both of the girls to
temporarily forget the past and focus on the future, doing something so
different and so physically difficult that it kept them thinking in the
present - the next fall, the next throw, the next shot - and left no time
for remembering the past.  She guessed that Daddy assumed that enough time
had passed so that they could revisit the past without feeling the terrible
pain associated with so much of it.

   She was deeply into her narrative, writing about their dinner in
Monterey out on the wharf when Julie came out of the bathroom wearing one
of the fluffy white hotel robes and drying her hair with a towel.

   "I'm sorry I snapped at you Amy, it wasn't your fault.  That was the
only way it could work out and I have to just stop feeling sorry for
myself. I guess it was that embarrassing walk back on Collins Street, I
should have taken a cab I just didn't think of it until I was halfway back
then it seemed silly to take a cab for two blocks.  Well I'm sure I'll be
the topic of conversation at tea breaks at some of the better shops on
Collins this morning."

   "That's OK honey," Amy said getting up and walking over to hug Julie. 
"I know how you feel Julie, I had to let the bastard look down my shirt for
a week, and wiggle my ass at him and tell him he was wonderful.  I can't
even image how bad it would be to have to be in bed with him all night. 
Yuck!"

   Julie pulled out the other chair and sat down facing her, her good mood
restored and a big grin on her face.

   "But Amy, you should have seen the sorry fucker this morning, he was a
shade of green that I didn't know humans could be.  I mean he was seriously
fucked-up Amy.  He got about two words out and then jumped up and ran for
the bathroom.  He was puking his guts out for over thirty minutes, and I
just loved every minute of it.  By the time he was done I was completely
dressed and being ever so sympathetic towards his pain.  I told him I would
go back and fix things up with you and that I had to fly out tonight."

   "Did he think that he had sex with you, did he remember anything about
our being in his room?"

   "He was a complete blank, he seemed to remember that he had his dick out
and that I was naked.  I told him what a wonderful fuck he was and how I
would remember it my whole life, I was ready to barf too at that point."

   "So what we should do is let him simmer over night, he's probably
feeling too rough to care about me anyway.  Then tomorrow morning I'll call
him and tell him that 'we need to talk' - that's a phrase that strikes
terror in the hearts of most men - regardless of culture."

   "I think you shouldn't forgive him too quick, I built you up as a real
prude last night, so he wouldn't expect to get back to the bedding you
point too soon."

   "I just don't want him to slip the hook, I'll have to walk a careful
line, give him enough to keep him interested but not enough to have him
expect me to put out.  I don't have you to fall back on anymore, you have
to put on the pads and go back to being the wife for the remainder of our
time here."

   "That's OK with me sister dear, at least I will be sleeping with Daddy
every night instead of that fuckhead Mitchell.  That's now your job again."

   "Sure, rub it in."

   Julie was about to say something about rubbing things in reply to Amy
when the telephone rang.  Julie went over to pick it up since it was
supposed to be her room.

   "It's Daddy," she said to Amy.  "Go pick up the extension in the
bathroom."

   "Hi girls, Mitchell is out of his room, and moving around.  He's
currently over in the expresso shop in the lower lobby drinking coffee -
and looking absolutely terrible I might add.  I'm sure glad you ladies
don't work me over like that at night, I'd hate to think that I would ever
look like that and still be alive," Jim said with a chuckle.

   "Listen Daddy, Julie and I never laid a hand on him - well maybe one
hand for a short period of time, we can't help it if he doesn't know how to
hold his liquor."

   "I'm across the lobby from him and I'll get a cab to follow him if he
leaves the hotel, I think he plans to do that soon since he has a coat on
and didn't take it off when he sat down at his table.  I won't be able to
talk to you while I'm in the cab but I'll call you as soon as I can.  In
the meantime I need one of you to go to that jewelry store off the lobby
towards Collins Street and buy something so we can get a nice box.  It's on
the left as you exit the main lobby.  I noticed last night while I was
watching him that he was wearing a shirt with French cuffs and cuff links.
I want Julie to give Mitchell the cuff links that Marv made up as a 'going
away present'.  One of you will have to get them from my room I packed them
in my suitcase when we left the boat in Sydney, they're in a small steel
box."

   "I'll go to the jewelry store Daddy," Amy said.  "Julie is still getting
dressed.  Good spot on the shirt cuffs by the way."

   "Thanks Amy, I'm just glad that I packed them to bring along, actually I
thought I might have to wear them myself to stay in contact with the two of
you.  Julie, when you set up your meeting with him for this afternoon I
will be watching in the lobby, keep him occupied for a minimum of fifteen
minutes, I want to search his room again just in case he gets the letter
while he is out.  Both of you be ready to move on short notice, I don't
know what he is planning - I do know he won't be running any races today."

   "No that's for sure Daddy," Julie interjected, "he looked terrible when
I left him this morning, I surprised he's dressed and downstairs.  We'll
talk with you when you get to a phone again, just be careful.  We love
you."

   "I love you girls too, talk with you soon."

   Amy picked up her purse and headed for the door on her way to the
jewelry store downstairs.  Julie stopped her before she could get the door
open.

   "Listen Amy, sometimes if you talk real sweet to them you can get a box
for free, that way you won't have to buy anything.  That will save us
money."

   "Julie, we've got millions in the bank in the Caymans, why do you want
me to try to scam a free box?"

   "Well, no sense wasting money if you don't have to, no matter how much
we have in a bank somewhere."

   "Besides it's a business expense and Marv will reimburse us."

   "Oh yeah, that's right," Julie said, brightening.  "Well then get
something nice for Daddy."

   Amy left the room shaking her head, sometimes Julie acted just like
Diane (her deceased mother) - Aunt Diane was the same way, no matter how
much money they had she would spend the day shopping for bargains.  Amy
took the elevator down to the lobby and crossed over to the grouping of
boutique shops just off the lobby on the Collins Street side.  She saw the
jewelry shop on the left side of the atrium that led to the street doors.
Entering the store she was impressed with the quality of the jewelry and
watches being offered for sale - she had never seen so many models of men's
and women's Rolexes for sale in a single store.  As she strolled around the
store looking into the display cases she was drawn to a small gold lion on
a delicate chain.  This wouldn't do for Daddy of course, it was much too
feminine, but Amy was thinking about Julie.  She did feel guilty about
dropping the Mitchell sex problem in Julie's lap (so to speak) when it was
supposed to be her job.  When she saw the little gold lion she immediately
thought about the lion from the Wizard of Oz, going to see the Wizard to
get courage.  This would be a perfect gift to give to Julie to show her
appreciation of what she had to do last night.  The salesgirl came over and
Amy asked her to show her the little gold lion.  The girl took it out of
the case and placed it on a black velvet board to show it to Amy.  Amy took
it in her hand and examined it, as she touched it and looked closely at the
face on the delicately featured little lion she was sure.

   "This will do fine thank you, I need it in a relatively small box
though, perhaps something the size of a cuff link box."

   The girl was happy to oblige her customer and, as Amy had hoped given
her hint, returned with a black velvet cuff link box.  She carefully
arranged the little lion and its chain in the small box and presented it
open to Amy for her approval.  Perfect thought Amy, the name of the shop
was embossed on the outside of the box in small gold script, Julie will be
delighted and we have the box that Daddy told us to get.  Mitchell would be
convinced that the cuff links had come from the shop in the Hyatt, exactly
the place Julie would shop for a gift for him.  The girl offered to have
the box gift wrapped and Amy decided it would be a good idea, Julie could
open it carefully and they could re-wrap it for Mitchell.

   Amy felt excited as she took the elevator back up to their room, she
loved buying a present for someone, almost as much as getting one she
thought with a grin.  When she got to the room she gave the signal knock so
that Julie could take the chain off and open the door.  Julie had gotten
dressed while she was gone and put on some makeup.  She looked really cute,
she had on a pair of off-white moleskins (a type of jeans very popular in
Australia) and a tight blue v-necked sweater that matched the icy blue of
her eyes perfectly.  A pair of light brown Rockport tasseled loafers and
matching belt completed the outfit.

   "You look beautiful sister-dear," Amy said giving Julie a soft kiss on
her light pink lipsticked lips.

   "Well I thought it would calm me down to look cute, besides I have to
see that shit-head again this afternoon and I want him to eat his heart out
that he can't remember fucking me.  Did you get the box?"

   Amy opened the bag in her hand and took out the little gift wrapped box.

   "What did you find for Daddy?  I want to see.  If we open it real
carefully we should be able to re-wrap it in the paper and re-use the
little bow."

   "Actually honey, I got something for you, for taking the risks for me
last night.  Just to show you how much I appreciate you and love you." Amy
handed the small box to Julie.

   True to form Julie's eyes filled with moisture even before she took the
box in her hands.  Just the idea that Amy would do that for her made her
all misty.  She took the box and gently opened it, being careful not to
tear the paper.  When she opened the spring lid on the box and saw the
little gold lion the moisture in her eyes overflowed and a tear began
running down her face.

   "It's the lion from Wizard of Oz, I got him for you for your courage
last night," Amy said, reaching out to touch Julie gently on the cheek,
wiping away the tear with her thumb.

   "Oh he's beautiful Amy, so delicate and so detailed.  I just love him,
but you didn't have to do that for me, I did what I did because it was
needed for the mission and because I love you and Daddy."

   "I know honey, but I wanted you to have it."

   Amy took the little lion from the box and unfastened the chain.  She
reached up and fastened it around Julie's neck.

   "I present you with the 'Order of Bravery in the Face of Odious Men',
for valor above and beyond the call of duty." Amy said, a big grin on her
face, stepping back to look at the necklace.

   It hung perfectly in the open V neck of Julie's blue sweater, the little
gold lion glistening against her tanned skin.  She hurried over to the
mirror on the wall by the door to look at it.

   "It's just wonderful Amy, I just love it!  Thank you so much sister-dear
for thinking of me.  I feel embarrassed now for the way I carried on when I
first came into the room this morning.  What an idiot I was, behaving like
a baby- stomping around and slamming doors."

   The two teens came together in the center of the room, wrapping their
arms around each other and hugging tightly, tears running down both of
their faces.  In many ways, with what they had shared over the last year,
they were more than sisters.  They had a firm understanding of how
important they were to each other and to Jim.

   "Look at us crying like a couple of nitwits.  It's a good thing this
eyeliner is waterproof.  Let's get eat something Amy, I haven't had
anything since last night and I may just take a bite out of one of these
big tits of yours if I don't get fed soon." Julie reached and caressed Amy
on the chest.

   "What's with you and Daddy wanting to bite my tits?  OK, I'll call room
service and order us some lunch, you take Daddy's room key and go get the
cuff links out of his suitcase.  Then we can get your 'going away gift'
fixed up for Mr.  Mitchell."

   Julie was back in their room a few minutes later.  Amy was moving the
computer and other assorted clutter off the table, anticipating the arrival
of the room service waiter.  Julie sat down in one of the chairs next to
the table and took a small stainless steel box out of her purse.  She
opened it and removed the two gold cuff links inside of it.  They were
about an inch square, made from beautifully finished twenty-four caret
brushed gold.  A small fake diamond, about the size of the head of a wooden
match, was in the corner of each flat cuff link.  They were a very simple
design and quite attractive.  They also had two of Marv's most advanced
microphones and transmitters in them.  Each cuff link had a transmit range
of about a five hundred meters, the stems acting as the antenna, the bar at
the bottom of the stem was a switch.  When someone wore them, twisting the
bar at the bottom of the stem to hold the cuff link in place activated the
transmitter.  With the bar parallel to the stem, as they most likely would
be when they were not being worn, the transmitter was off, saving battery
life.  The microphone was actually the fake diamond, which was a synthetic
crystal attached to a sophisticated circuit.  They were very effective,
particularly when the subject wearing them was talking on a telephone,
putting the microphone close to their mouth while they held the handset. 
Jim and the girls could pick up the transmissions on their fake cell phone
communicators.  Jim had decided to get them on Mitchell if they could as a
way of anticipating his movements.  They hoped that if he were wearing them
when he called an airline to make reservations they could pick up the
discussion and get a head start on finding him if he moved quickly and they
lost him.

   Julie got her communicator out of her bag and turned it on.  She and Amy
tested each of the cuff links and they worked perfectly.  She opened the
jewelry store box and put the cuff links inside, securing them in the
indentations from the original configuration of the box.  With Amy's help
they got the box re-wrapped and looking like it had just come from the
expensive shop.

   "There, all set for Mr.  Mitchell.  You are so sweet Julie to give him
such an expensive present.  You must have really been impressed with his
love-making last night," Amy said sitting on the side of the bed with a
mischievous look in her eyes.

   Julie took one look at her and grabbed a pillow off the bed and began
hitting Amy over the head with it.  Amy rolled over on her back and snagged
the other pillow and began defending herself.  They were both rolling on
the bed slugging away with the pillows and shrieking with laughter when the
room service waiter knocked on the door.  When they opened the door he was
greeted by the sight of two beautiful teenage girls standing in the middle
of the room, the bed completely rumpled, sweaters untucked, hair messed up
with pillows in their hands.  His eyes opened wide and it seemed as though
he wanted to say something but instead just set the tray on the table, got
the check signed and beat a hasty retreat back out the door.  The girls
just looked at each other in silence for a moment then both burst into
laughter and sat down to have lunch.

   At the Regent Hotel Mitchell got up to leave the expresso cafe, he was
feeling slightly better.  The pain behind his eyes was starting to recede
and the strong coffee seemed to be clearing his head.  His legs still felt
a bit shaky as he headed for the up escalator but he didn't plan to walk
far.  He walked through the doors to the street and got into the first cab
in the line.  After he gave the driver Bruce's address in Port Melbourne he
sat back in the seat and closed his eyes.  Jim was right behind him and he
got into the front seat of the next cab in line (in Melbourne it was custom
to sit in the front seat if you were the only passenger).  Jim gave the
driver instructions to follow the cab in front of them, but not too
closely. The driver was a bit intrigued as to what was going on but kept
his silence - although he kept looking at Jim out of the corner of his eye.

   Mitchell's cab pulled up in front of the dingy shop on Boundary Street,
just as Jim had suspected.  Jim had his driver go past the building and
pull into a side street where he could keep an eye on the waiting cab.  He
saw Mitchell exit the cab and go into the building.  He didn't see any sign
of Marv's agent that was watching the building at 65 Boundary Street, but
he knew he was there somewhere.

   "G'day Johnny, m'god you look like death warmed over this morning,"
Bruce said in a cherry tone as he let Mitchell into the shop.

   Mitchell looked at him out of pain filled eyes and silently walked back
to the rear of the shop.  The old forger took the hint and followed him
into the back without another word.

   "Right then Johnny m'lad, here we are all finished and ready to go just
as I promised.  It took some late hours last night to finish this one - I
guess you would know about late hours though."

   He handed the passport to Mitchell who took it without any comment on
Bruce's remark.  He looked it over carefully, as usual Bruce had done a
good job.  He had called Bruce yesterday afternoon to tell him to make
Amy's new passport match his unused one - the Morris one.  The new one for
Amy was Canadian and had several entrance and exit visa stamped in it for
Australia, New Zealand and Singapore, the same dates as his "Morris" one.
That was a trick that the forger had learned very early, nothing draws
suspicion quicker than a "virgin" passport.  Mitchell checked out the new
one against the one he had brought with him from his room.  They were made
out in the same last name, they were to be husband and wife - Mitchell
figured that it would disguise them even more to be Mr.  and Mrs.  John
Morris, Amy's first name would now be Ann.  Anyone looking for Amy Prentiss
would be unlikely to be interested in Mr.  and Mrs.  John Morris.  The
signature block was still blank so that Amy could sign it and be able to
duplicate the signature if required.  Mitchell knew that she wouldn't need
it for long, once he had handed her off to Sun Lim having a passport would
be the least of her worries.

   Mitchell paid Bruce off, shook his hand and left with hardly a word.  In
some ways he felt sorry he didn't have more time to spend with his old
mate, but really blokes like him were part of his old life.  He didn't
expect to have to spend any time with people of Bruce's kind in the future,
he would be operating in a much better social class.  He got back into the
cab and directed the driver to the library at Monash University where he
would be able to get access to a public computer.  Time to check the
private chat room.  He liked to use the computers at Monash because they
were networked into a main server and it was almost impossible to trace
which exact computer on the campus was pinging the chat room.  By the time
anyone could pinpointed the computer he was using he would be long gone. 
Jim Martin was a block behind him as the two cabs headed into town.

   Jim was considering whether or not to stop Mitchell and try to get the
letter.  He just couldn't be completely sure that he had it on him, maybe
he hadn't hidden it with his forger friend.  If he jumped him and the
letter wasn't on him it would make it very difficult to find it without
some serious interrogation - something he would really like to avoid. 
Mitchell had told the government that the letter was with someone who would
get it to the Indonesians if he were arrested or detained in any way.  Jim
knew it was an empty threat at the beginning since he had hidden the letter
at the GPO, but now he couldn't be sure.  Mitchell might very well have
left the letter with Hughes or someone else after moving it from the GPO.
He decided to let things ride for the moment, just see where Mitchell was
going and what he was going to do when he got there.  If they jumped
Mitchell they had to be sure that he had the letter on his person.

   About thirty minutes later the two cabs drove onto the Monash University
campus.  Mitchell's cab pulled up in front of the library.  Jim had his
driver stop several hundred yards back and jumped out to try to catch up
with Mitchell before he could lose himself in the campus buildings.  At
first Jim thought he had lost him, but fortunately Mitchell was still
moving relatively slowly and Jim saw him just as he was entering the
library building.  This was an interesting development he thought, I wonder
if he is going to try to access the computer site that the government had
used to post their agreement to pay his price.  As Jim moved into the
building he saw Mitchell moving towards a set of computers located along
one wall of the information room.  Mitchell let the attendant put his
credit card in a reader and was given a Smart Card with an amount of credit
on it to use on one of the terminals.  The game will be on now, Jim
thought, as soon as Mitchell sees the government is willing to pay he will
either get the letter and deliver it and leave the country or get the
letter and leave the country with it - he was willing to bet on the latter.

   Mitchell inserted the Smart Card in the reader attached to the computer
and logged on to the Internet.  He immediately accessed his private chat
room and found the notice that there was a message waiting.  He felt his
heart beat accelerate and his breathing quicken.  As he opened the message
he saw it was from the government.  He quickly scanned the contents - his
heart really took off as he read the terse words.  The government had
agreed to pay him the ten million for the safe return of the letter.  They
had agreed to his terms, the money to be deposited into his account in the
Cayman Islands, his leaving the country and telling the government (via the
same chat room) where he had left the letter.  Reaching into his wallet he
took out a small slip of paper with two lines of numbers on it. 
Alternating from each line he entered his account number and the bank
routing number.  He then typed in his message to them that as soon as the
bank confirmed the deposit of funds and he was safely out of Australia he
would place the location of the letter in the site.  He then signed out and
shut down the computer.  He should have returned the Smart Card which would
show the sites he accessed and the time he was on-line to the attendant to
get a refund of unused time.  His credit card would then be refunded the
remainder, but the card was a fake and he had no plans to return the Smart
Card with the information of his net activity on it.

   Slipping the card in his pocket he left the room through another exit
and went back out to the parking area where his cab was waiting.  As he
walked towards the cab he was thinking furiously.  He could leave the
country and once in Europe he could sent the government a message telling
them the letter was in the GPO in Melbourne and in which box it was
located. He would be free and clear at that point, ten million dollars
richer.  Just forget that Amy bitch and disappear, never go near Indonesia.
Or he could take the money from the government, pickup the letter and Amy
and go to Jakarta and sell the letter to the Indonesian government for ten
million.  Sell Amy to Sun Lim, fuck her silly, then go to Europe with
twenty million and send the Aussies a message telling them to get stuffed.
He thought about it all the way to the cab, weighing the rewards and the
risks.  As he reached the cab and opened the back door he made his decision
- fuck the Aussie Government, twenty million was worth the risk.  He would
go for it all!  He settled back in the seat and told the driver to take him
to the Regent Hotel.

   Jim had watched Mitchell on the computer.  He had watched him stiffen as
he read the message.  He guessed that Mitchell had received the message
that the money was his if he agreed to return the letter.  He saw him get
out a small slip of paper and referring to it several times enter a number
in the computer.  He was too far away to see the screen but he could see
which part of the keyboard Mitchell was using and he had input a twelve
digit number, typical of an overseas account.  He could get the number from
the government but without Mitchell's name code he couldn't access the
account except to deposit money as the government would be doing.



   Jim followed Mitchell out of the building and saw him get into his cab.
Jim jogged to his own waiting vehicle and told the driver to again follow
the cab in front of him.  The driver was getting into this action, it was
probably more entertaining than his normal fares.  It was quickly apparent
that they were heading back towards the center of the city, and probably
the Regent.  Sure enough, in about fifteen minutes they were back at the
Regent.  Jim got out of the cab, paying the driver and including a generous
tip.  The driver looked at Jim with questions in his eyes, but Jim just
grinned at him and shut the door.  He could tell that the driver would be
thinking about his strange fare the rest of the day.

   Jim saw Mitchell go directly to the lobby and get into one of the
elevators, he watched the indicator as the elevator went to Mitchell's
floor and stopped.  Then it started back down and descended to the lobby
with no intermediate stops.  Jim walked over to the side of the lobby and
took out his fake cell phone and buzzed the girls.  He told them what he
had seen following Mitchell and his trip to the library at Monash
University.  He suggested that Julie call him now and set a meeting to tell
him good-bye and get him the transmitter cuff links.  He would take up an
observation point in the lobby.  He told Julie that she should arrange to
meet with him in the bar off of the lobby where he could observe them.

   After Jim's call Amy and Julie planned out the meeting.  They decided
that Julie would tell Mitchell that Amy was calming down, and that she
would have breakfast with him tomorrow, at the Regent - after Julie had
left Australia.  They figured that would be safe, out in the open.  Julie
would tell him that Amy was distraught but coming around - give him hope
that he might still bed her if he acted real sweet for the next few days.
They figured that he would make a move to leave the country with or without
the letter sometime soon, and Amy wanted to be close by and still valuable
to him.  Julie would tell him that Amy didn't know about the cuff links, so
he could wear them in front of her without any consequences.  They both
assumed that as vain as he was about his clothes and appearance he would
wear the cuff links as much as possible since they were so strikingly
attractive and obviously expensive.  Since Jim had told them that Mitchell
was back in the hotel Julie decided she had better call immediately before
he came down to the Hyatt to find them.  She called the Regent and asked
for his room.

   "Hi Johnny, are you feeling better?" Julie asked in a sweet voice.

   "Uh, yes, as a matter of fact I seem to be on the road to complete
recovery - although it was in doubt there for awhile." Mitchell felt his
prick start to swell just to hear the sound of the little slut's voice.

   "Well honey, I'd like to see you in a few minutes, I have something I
want to give you before I leave and I want to bring you up to date on Ms.
Prentiss' current mood."

   "Fine, why don't you come up to my room in about twenty minutes, we can
have a nice visit." Mitchell said, hoping he could get her in bed; he'd
remember this fuck he swore to himself.

   "Why don't I meet you down in the lobby, I've really only got a minute I
have several things I have to do before I head out to the airport, but I
really want to see you and give you something I found for you."

   "Fine Julie, but I really would like to spend more time than that with
you, I don't suppose you could take a flight later tonight?"

   "No, honey I'm booked all the way through to LA and on to Santa Barbara,
besides it wouldn't be a good idea if you still have any idea of getting in
the Ice Princess' panties.  Also I'm meeting two friends in Sydney for the
flight to the States and I don't have any way to contact them to tell them
if I change my plans, so as much as I would like another shot at you we'll
just have to wait.  Besides if I know you I'd have to fly to LA standing up
after you got done with me." Julie said with a sexy little laugh in her
voice.  She wanted to make sure he didn't harbor any plans to try to get
her up to his room while Daddy was searching it.

   As Julie was getting ready to leave to meet Mitchell Amy started packing
up their suitcases just in case they had to leave the hotel quickly.  Julie
slipped on her light brown Remy leather jacket and picked up the small
package and put it in her purse.  She was carrying her Browning as well as
her communicator, she wanted to be ready in case something unexpected went
down.

   "Stand still and let me look at you sister-dear," Amy said.

   She looked at Julie who was standing in the middle of the room, posing
with one hip cocked, her hand on her waist.  Amy thought she looked just
wonderful.  That tight ice blue sweater set her breasts off wonderfully she
thought and the tight pants accented her long athletic legs.

   "Definitely too good for that scumbag Julie, I'm glad he never laid a
hand on you."

   "You're glad?  I would have had to boil any parts of my body that he
touched, just knowing that I breathed the same air as him all night gives
me the shakes."

   "Off you go.  Just keep him at a low boil, we don't want to lose him
now. Call me when you start back." Amy stepped over and took the chain off
of the door and let Julie out.

   Julie walked the few blocks up Collins Street to the Regent.  When she
came into the luxurious lobby she found a white house telephone and called
Mitchell in his room.  As the phone was ringing she saw Jim sitting
inconspicuously in a corner of the lobby.  She needed to pick a table to
sit at that would be in his direct view, but where she could also see the
elevators so that she would know when Jim was back in the lobby and through
with his search of Mitchell's room.

   "I'm in the lobby handsome, come on down and make me wet." Julie said in
a sexy voice, gagging to herself.

   A few minutes she saw Mitchell get out of the elevator and look around
the lobby for her.  She raised her hand and waved at him, getting his
attention.  He walked over to the table.  She was glad to see that he had
on a dress shirt, tie and blazer.  Julie did have to give him credit, he
had some nice clothes and he knew how to wear them to his best advantage.
As he came up to the table she stood up and gave him a hug, pulling him in
close and pressing her thigh into his crotch.  She felt a response, but not
as quickly as last night, he must still be feeling some ill effects from
his monumental hangover.  After a brief hug she pulled back and sat down in
her chair, keeping him from his intended kiss.  He seemed nonplused for a
moment then took his seat across from her.

   "I ordered us a couple of Bitter Lemons, I figured you'd need the
vitamin C by now." Julie said with a little grin on her face.

   "Thanks love, you look magnificent if I might say so." Actually he
thought she looked incredibly hot.  He could hardly believe that he had
fucked this little slut last night and still couldn't remember it.

   The waitress brought their drinks and Mitchell signed the bill with his
room number.  Julie saw Jim walk into an elevator heading for Mitchell's
room.  Getting into the locked room was easy for any of them, they had
learned well from Marv's instructor how to open a locked hotel room in less
than a minute.

   "I really just have a few minutes Johnny, but I want to give you
something that I picked up today as a thank you for a wonderful night last
night.  It was pretty special to me, I don't think a man has ever made me
feel the way you did." Well, she thought that part is true, no man ever
disgusted her as much as he did.

   She reached into her purse and took out the beautifully wrapped box and
handed it to him.  He looked at it with an appreciation for the expensive
looking wrapping and removed the wrapping paper.  His eyes widened slightly
as he saw the name of the shop embossed on the box in rich gold, he
obviously recognized it as one of the best in Melbourne.  He lifted the lid
gently, an amazed look spreading over his face when he saw the heavy,
brushed gold cuff links with the diamond in a corner.

   "Julie, dear.  These are magnificent." Mitchell said.  He took one out
of the box, impressed with the heavy weight of what he assumed was solid
gold.  "Really dear these are quite spectacular, you've gone overboard."
These must be worth several hundred dollars he thought, he had
underestimated this girl.  She must be worth a bundle of money to afford
this sort of present.

   "Johnny, you were worth every penny.  No, I'm joking.  Really I just
wanted you to have something to remember me by.  Now every time you wear
them just remember the girl with the pussy of gold.  I expect you to come
to see me in the States and let me introduce you to a number of girls you
would enjoy.  My friends are not all as prim as Amy Prentiss."

   Mitchell was captivate by the thought of fucking this little bitch and
all her friends, but it might be too risky after Amy disappeared.  Also she
knew too much about his other personalities.  He would just have to
disappear as he planned.  Too bad.

   "Are you sure you don't have time to come up for a little good-bye
fuck?" He loved the way he could talk to her, she was such a slut, although
he realized now, a rich one.



   Julie demurred again, but encouraged him to put the cuff links on so
that she could see him wearing them before she had to leave.  Mitchell
obliged immediately, preening in the way the heavy gold looked against his
starched white cuffs and dark blue blazer.  This is the way he always
wanted to look he decided, rich and handsome.  Little touches like these
cuff links really attracted the young pussy thought, they loved the power
and money they represented.  Julie fussed over how wonderful they looked,
touching his hands and turning his cuffs to catch the light.  While she was
flattering him she told him that she had Amy pretty well calmed down.  She
had told her that she and Johnny had just had too much to drink and that
nothing much happened other than what she saw.  That after she stormed out
of the room Johnny was so upset that he wouldn't do anything and both of
them just passed out.  She suggested that he send her flowers at the Hyatt
and then call her to arrange to have breakfast.  Julie told him that if he
played it gently and carefully he could have her.

   "The silly bitch is like stone in love with you Johnny, she is ripe and
ready to get fucked.  Just give her a little time to come back to you, she
was pretty shocked to see us naked on the bed.  I'm only sorry I can't be
there when you shove it up the little bitch's cherry cunt." She knew that
this talk would get him all inflamed again and focus his sexual energy back
on Amy.

   Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jim exit one of the elevators, and
when she turned slightly to make momentary eye contact she saw him shake
his head slightly from side-to-side, telling her he had no luck finding the
letter.

   "I've got to go stud," Julie said standing up from her chair and handing
him a small slip of paper.  "Here's my address and phone number in Santa
Barbara, call me anytime.  But better yet, come see me - all of me." She
kissed her finger and touched it to his lips then walked right past him and
out the doors of the lobby while he sat at the table, looking sort of
stunned at her quick departure.

   As Julie walked out of the door of the Regent and turned left down
Collins towards the Hyatt she smiled to her herself.  I wonder if he'll
ever call the number on that paper?  What would he think when the telephone
was answered by the Santa Barbara Police Department?  It was a little twist
she just couldn't resist.

   Jim watched as Mitchell walked across the lobby, examining his new cuff
links, turning them back and forth to catch the light.  Jim took the
micro-earphone from his pocket and put it in his ear.  The micro-earphone
was connected to the fake cell phone clipped to his belt via an ultrasonic
transmitter so that he could hear anything picked up by the cuff link
microphones directly in his ear.  He unclipped the cell phone and opening
it selected the correct combination on the keypad so that he could monitor
the specific frequency of the cuff link transmitters.  The medallion that
Amy wore and several other transmitters they had with them all had
different combinations for monitoring - that allowed Jim and the girls to
each monitor different transmitters and not have to listen to the garble
that would result from trying to listen to all the frequencies at once.  He
heard him move into the elevator and then the transmitters were quiet as he
ascended to his floor.  He heard the elevators doors open up and a few
seconds later a key being inserted into a lock as Mitchell unlocked his
room door.

   After listening to Mitchell move about his room for several minutes he
heard him entering a number in the telephone.  Jim took a pad of paper out
of his pocket and got ready to write down any information that might be
revealed by the call.  He heard Mitchell speaking.

   "I would like to check my account for a recent deposit please.  Yes,
I'll wait thank you." A minute later he spoke again.

   "Yes thank you.  My number is B40306 and my code name is Minator666. 
Yes, I'll wait."

   Jim marveled at the fidelity of the microphone and transmitters, he
could hear Mitchell breathing into the phone as he waited for his account
to be checked.  The cuff link microphones really worked well when someone
was holding a telephone handset and had the cuff link right next to their
mouth.

   "I see, yes nothing yet today, of course I understand it is early
morning where you are, I'll check back in a few hours, I am expecting a
substantial deposit today.  Thank you too."

   Jim heard Mitchell hang up the telephone.  A moment later he heard him
pick up the phone again and order a light meal from room service.  Then he
heard the sound of hangers moving around in the closet.  Mitchell must be
changing his clothes because in a moment the transmissions stopped from his
room, he must have taken off the cuff links to remove his shirt.  It looked
like the listening was over for now, and he doubted that Mitchell would put
them back on before morning when he got dressed to meet Amy for breakfast -
he didn't think Mitchell would be doing the town tonight after his
experience this morning.  but he had gotten some critical information -
Mitchell's bank account code word.  Jim knew that the Australian government
would be delighted that they would be able to recover their money after
they got the letter - or if Mitchell skipped the country and sold the
letter elsewhere.  Jim took the opportunity to visit the Men's room, then
move to the restaurant off the lobby which had a view of the elevators, and
order a meal for himself - his first of the day.  Jim felt good since his
run this morning, Amy had been right the exercise felt wonderful and the
surroundings on the five mile jog along the river had been superb.  Several
sculls full of young teenage girls had been rowing on the river and looking
at them in their little tee shirts and shorts was very entertaining - they
reminded him of Amy at that age.  While he was waiting for his lunch -
pumpkin soup, salad and a basket of warm bread - he checked in with the
girls and filled them in on the surveillance.

   Mitchell had finished changing into more casual clothes and was sitting
at the table in his room closely examining the two Morris passports.  He
marveled again at what good work Bruce did with forging passports - mind
you they cost enough, they ought to be good.  The old bugger was even able
to get into the computer databases of several countries to insert the
numbers that were scanned by the immigration officers when a passport was
presented.  Bruce had told him that it was much easier to use a false
passport since countries had started using computer scanning - the only
challenge was to break into the computers.  Bruce had bought a set of
penetration codes from a hacker and was able to legitimize his forgeries
quite well.  As he looked at the picture on Amy's passport he felt himself
start to harden.  He wanted to fuck this little bitch in the worst sort of
way.  Julie was all right in bed he thought - although it was still vague
in the detail, but Amy was the prize.  Fucking her would be the most
intense sexual experience of his life, he was sure of it.  Particularly
since he had made the decision that he would abandon the seduction route
and enjoy the experience of raping her instead.  Now all he had to do was
to string her along until he could get her to a safe place where he could
have several hours alone with her.  He began to fantasize what it would be
like to take her out to Sun Lim's place on some pretext and get her into
one of the pleasure rooms in the lower basement.  The sound-proof rooms
were all set-up with restraints built into the bed and a wall cabinet full
of the most unusual toys for the man's amusement on the helpless female. 
There was even a built-in video taping system so that he would be able to
have a "souvenir" of the rape.  When he had finished with her he invite the
old man down for a taste of the big titted bitch, then before Sun Lim could
have her he would negotiate a price for her sale - it was always better
when it came to selling pussy to negotiate with a man who had a hard prick;
he knew that from what the old man had done to him over the years.  He had
amused himself raping several teenagers in one of those little rooms
downstairs, but never one that he wanted even half as much as this little
bitch.  When he finished with her she would know that she had been fucked
in every hole -- too bad he couldn't send a copy of the video tape to the
hot slut Julie, he knew how much she'd enjoy it.  But he had to think to
the future, when he left Jakarta it would be quickly and with twenty
million dollars.  He needed to disappear and disappear permanently.  He had
one more passport that Bruce had made last year - British this time -
hidden with the old man in Jakarta.  That would be the name he would use
for the next year or so, then a new and final identity to start this new
life of luxury in Europe or maybe South America - he heard that young women
were readily available in Rio, he'd have to remember to get some advice
from Sun Lim.  The old wog had a world-wide network of suppliers that sent
him the best of young girls for his shops in Jakarta, Bombay and Taiwan. 
Mitchell realized as he sat there that he was unconsciously rubbing a
raging hardon from thinking about Amy and the money - he wasn't sure which.
I guess I've fully recovered now he thought as he got up and moved to the
bathroom to relieve his stiff prick.  He'd soon replace his hand with that
tight Yank virgin cunt he promised himself.

   The object of Mitchell's masturbation fantasies was sitting in her room
at the Hyatt working on her chapter in the story that she and Jim and Julie
were writing.  Julie was lying on the bed in a tee shirt having a short nap
while Amy relived her experiences from last summer.  She had just finished
the part about the wonderful lovemaking at the Hyatt in Monterey where Jim
had managed to make her faint during her climaxing.  The experience was so
vivid in her memory as she wrote it she felt herself becoming wet, her
nipples hardening and her breathing getting short.  As she wrote she kept
glancing over at Julie lying on her side asleep on the bed.  Julie's tee
shirt had ridden up and Amy could see one cute little butt cheek peeking
out from under the hem of the shirt.  The more aroused she got the more
often she looked.  This was never going to work Amy thought, having just
typed the exact same sentence twice.  I'm going to have to write about my
first sexual experience with Julie soon so maybe I should stop and do some
research she thought with a grin.  She got up from the table and quietly
took off all her clothes and walked over to the bed.  She stood naked
looking down at Julie peacefully sleeping, deciding how to seduce her from
a sound sleep without getting hit in the eye by Julie when she woke up -
both Amy and Jim had learned that it was usually safer to wake Julie from a
distance, particularly when she was tired or tense - and today she was
both. Chapter 7

   The Past - California

   As her Pappa drove them along the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway), wind from
the open top on the Healy whipping her hair, Marie was going over all the
things she was going to be tested on during her check-ride today.  It had
only been four months since they had started but Roger said that she was
ready to take her final check-ride and, if she passed, get her full license
- or as he called it "getting her wings".  Roger told Marv that he had
never had a more gifted student, he claimed that she was a natural pilot -
careful, skilled and always thinking five minutes ahead of the aircraft. 
Marv wasn't doing that bad he hastened to add, he was going to be a fine
pilot, but Marie was in a class by herself.  Thinking about the check-ride
she didn't feel nervous, just sort of keyed up and anxious that she not
forget anything when he gave her emergency procedures in the aircraft -
like turning off the hydraulic system or chopping the throttle to force her
to land with no engine power.  Marie felt a tremendous desire to do this
perfectly in front of Roger and her Pappa; anything less than perfect would
disappoint them and she just couldn't let that happen.

   When Marv and Marie pulled up in front of the FBO office at the airfield
Roger was waiting on the sidewalk right in front of the building.  Marie
noticed that he was holding a bright green baseball cap with a strange
looking set of wings sewn on the front.  When they got out of the car she
asked him about the cap.

   "This was the hat I had in flight school in the Army, all the classes
had different colored hats, ours was green.  We got these wings sewn on
when we had soloed.  I thought I would let you wear it today for luck - I
mean if you want to." Roger reached out and tugged gently on her pony tail,
handing her the baseball cap.

   Marie smiled at Roger and gave him a big hug, then put on the cap,
threading her pony tail out the hole in the back where the plastic adjuster
was located.  When she had it adjusted she looked up at him for approval.

   "You look just like a perfect flight school student, except in those
days we never had any so pretty - probably still don't," he added with a
grin.

   The three walked over to the aircraft and Marie began her preflight. 
The show was all hers today, Roger had told her he and Marv would just be
along as passengers - it was her flight.  When she finished the pre-flight
she went into the FBO office to file her flight plan.  Roger had told her
that he always pre-flighted first, then filed the flight plan.  That way if
something was wrong with the aircraft he wouldn't have to change the flight
plan to accommodate the delay while the aircraft was fixed.

   Flight plan filed the three walked back to the aircraft.  Marie took the
left seat with Roger in the right seat and Marv riding in the center jump
seat as an observer.  Roger told her that usually no passenger was supposed
to be on-board during the check-ride, but he would make an exception in
Marv's case since it would be a strange father that didn't want to see his
girl get her wings.  I hope, thought Marie.  She handed Roger the checklist
and started the pre-start procedure.  Everything went flawlessly, and after
a radio check with the airfield operator they were underway.  Roger told
her to fly out over the water and they would practice climbs and descents.
Most of this work was easy for Marie, it was merely being able to make a
turn of a specified number of degrees while climbing or descending a
specific number of feet.  She nailed every maneuver perfectly, the needles
on the gauges looked like they were painted on they were so steady at the
prescribed altitude and airspeeds.  After the standard maneuvers Roger
directed her to fly to the large field that they used for hover practice so
that she could demonstrate her hover maneuvers.  On the way to the field,
just a few minutes after they had crossed over the shoreline and were over
land Roger reached up and twisted the throttle to the off position,
announcing "Engine Failure".  Marie quickly started into the correct
emergency procedure.  She lowered the collective all the way to the bottom
to conserve rotor rpm, checked the gauge and pronounced "rotor in the
green" indicating that it was freewheeling as it should be and that the
failed engine was not slowing it down.  She checked the other gauges to be
sure that it was not a low side governor failure which would look like an
engine failure but could be handled by reverting to a manual throttle. 
Having ascertained that the engine was failed (which she knew she was to
pretend for the purposes of the test) she began a turn into the wind, which
was currently on the tail.  Roger had taught them that a helicopter always
should be landed into the wind to add additional lift to the blades, and it
was critically important in the case of an engine failure when they would
need all the lift they could get to cushion their landing.  As she
straightened out from her turn she picked out a field to land in and made a
pretend Mayday call giving her tail number and approximate position as well
as the problem forcing her to land.

   "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, this is Bell 17222 three miles north of Malibu
Airport on a 340 heading with a suspected engine failure making an
emergency landing."

   Her rate of descent was perfect, the airspeed pegged at eighty knots and
the nose perfectly into the wind.  About twenty-five feet above the ground
she began to pull the cyclic back to slow down, and five feet above the
ground she leveled out and began to pull in the collective to cushion their
touchdown.  Roger took over the controls at that point and advanced the
throttle bringing the engine back up to full power.

   "I have the controls, and I am initiating a power recovery."

   "That is affirmative, you have the controls" Marie said raising her
hands into the air to indicate that he had control of the aircraft and her
hands were completely off the controls..

   After Roger had initiated a climb back to altitude he gave the controls
back to Marie and they flew over to the grassy field to practice hovering
and engine failures at a hover.  It seemed to Marie like they had been
flying only a short time when Roger directed her to head back to the
airport.  She made a picture perfect approach to the runway and hovered
back to he parking place on the hard stand in front of the hanger.  She
landed the helicopter and went through the shut down checklist and post
flight procedures.  No one said a word as the blade coasted to a stop. 
Roger just climbed out of the aircraft and Marie and Marv joined him by the
left door.  Bill, the FBO manager was walking out to the aircraft carrying
something in his hand.  For a minute Marie had a sinking feeling that she
had forgotten something really important and Bill was coming out to tell
her that she failed her check-ride.  As he got closer she saw that it was a
small camera and she felt relieved.  Bill had the three of them line up by
the nose of the aircraft and took their picture.  Then Roger turned to
Marie and pulled something out of his shirt pocket.  Marie looked at it and
saw that it was a slightly tarnished pair of Army flight wings, with a
small star surrounded by a wreath in the top center of the wings.

   "Marie, these are the wings of a Master Army Aviator, I wore them
proudly for the last ten years of my career.  I'm proud of you, I've never
flown with a finer young pilot.  I want you to wear these wings now.  Don't
ever shine them, they are supposed to look a little worn and tired - most
Master Aviators are as well.  And if any old aviator ever asks you where
you got them you just tell them that 'Roger the Dodger' from the First Cav
gave them to you and that he said that you earned them.  Some day you pass
them along to another generation of helicopter pilot - somebody you're
proud of." He reached down and pinned them to the front of her shirt
pocket. He had a tear in his eyes as he did it, remembering the way his
late wife had looked up at him when she pinned his first wings on him so
many years ago at Ft.  Rucker on that bright spring morning in 1968.

   Marie had tears running down her face as she hugged Roger tightly.  She
knew how much this little ceremony must mean to him, she knew how proud he
was of being a Master Army Aviator.  She had never known anyone except her
Pappa so skilled and so patient - such a wonderful person.  As he hugged
her back she could feel the love and caring flowing from him to her and she
knew that she had joined a very special group of people.

   Chapter 8

   The Present - Australia

   Mitchell hung up the telephone from talking to Amy.  She had initially
been pretty cool to him when he first called, but his charm had seemed to
work as usual and the little bitch had started to loosen up by the end of
the conversation.  Neither of them mentioned Julie, and Mitchell figured
that it would stay that way.  He arranged for he to come to his hotel to
meet him for breakfast at seven-thirty the next morning, telling her that
he had to move quickly tomorrow and that he would explain it to her when
they met.  That taken care of he set out to complete his other plans. 
First he called the bank in the Caymans again and this time was told that a
deposit of ten million US dollars had been deposited in his account.  He
quietly thanked the banker and gently hung up the telephone.  Then he
raised both arms in the air and shouted.

   "FUCKING RIGHT YOU BASTARDS - I'VE GOT MINE AND THE REST OF YOU CAN GET
BLOODY STUFFED." After shouting he felt a bit foolish and immediately
calmed himself down.  He had a lot to do and he had to do it quickly.

   The first step was to get to the GPO and get the letter out of the
country before the government could get wind of his imminent departure. 
Just in case they had tracked him down to his hotel and were watching the
lobby he left by the stairs, climbing down the several flights to the
street level exit door.  He exited and walked quickly down to the GPO where
he retrieved his letter from the box.  He placed it in a DHL courier
envelope that he had brought with him from the hotel and addressed it in
care of himself at the Grand Hyatt in Jakarta .  On his way back to the
Regent he dropped the courier envelope off at the Hyatt Concierge's desk to
be sent out, charging the courier fee to Julie's room number since he knew
that Amy was still using it.  He was certain that the envelope with the
letter would be in Jakarta tomorrow night and that it was as safe as he
could make it - much safer than if he tried to carry it out of the country
on his person or in his baggage.  He went over to the telephones in the
hall towards the public washrooms and made a collect call to Sun Lim in
Indonesia.  He quickly told him his plan to be in Jakarta tomorrow night
and the part of his travel plans that he need help arranging.  He also
asked him to make him a reservation at the Hyatt hotel and told him that he
was bringing a special tasty treat for him and that he would need a private
room for late tomorrow night.  His next call was to a high ranking military
officer in Jakarta.  He told him that he had secured the letter that Sun
Lim had told him about last month and he would like a private meeting with
him early tomorrow night.  The man agreed and asked if the price was the
same.  Mitchell told him that is was and gave him the bank number that he
would need to make the deposit.  Mitchell had Sun Lim negotiate the deal
for him (for the customary ten percent of course) and it was on his
guarantee that the money would be paid - and Mitchell knew what would
happen if he crossed either the General or the old man.  He shuddered at
the thought and briefly wondered if he was in too deep.  He rejected the
idea and told himself to concentrate on the extra ten million to add to
what he already had in the bank waiting for him to transfer to Geneva.  No
worries about the letter, it was enroute to Jakarta at that moment.

   As he started to leave the hotel he passed the small flower shop just
off the lobby and remembered Julie's suggestion to send flowers to Amy. 
Probably a good idea he thought, grease her panties up a bit so they would
slide off better - although if his plan worked he'd be ripping them off
while she was tied to the bed.  God, just to hold those thighs open and
shove his face into her hot cunt.  At any rate it couldn't hurt he thought,
he still had to get her out of country.  As he was signing the card he
wished he could just deliver them personally and jump her right there in
the hotel and fuck her brains out.  Well time enough for that - by tomorrow
night she would be his, and Sun Lim's and anyone else who had the price.

   Mitchell would have loved it if he could have gotten into Amy's room at
that moment.  The two girls, naked and panting were lying on the bed
wrapped in each other's arms.  They had just had wonderful sex together. 
Amy had replayed the first time she had told Julie about making love with
her Daddy in the hotel in Monterey.  This was one of Julie's favorite
stories and it always quickly aroused both girls to a state where they had
great orgasms by masturbating each other as Amy whispered the story to
Julie, just like she did the first time.  Amy was holding Julie pressed
tightly to her and kissing her gently on her soft little mouth.  She could
taste herself on Julie's lips and that made the experience even nicer.  She
was running her tongue around Julie's lips, just getting into it and
beginning to feel like a second orgasm was a distinctly good idea when
someone knocked at the door.  Julie got up quickly, grabbed her purse off
of the table and went into the bathroom and shut the door.  Amy told
whoever was at the door to wait a minute and put on the white terry cloth
robe that was draped over the chair next to the bed.  Putting her Browning
in the pocket she carefully opened the door on the chain.  She saw a
bellman holding a large bouquet of roses in a vase of water.  Mitchell, she
thought, the smarmy bastard.  She closed the door and took off the chain.
She opened the door and took the roses, noticing that the bellman almost
fell down when he looked at the front of her robe.  Amy glanced down and
saw that it was hanging open and most of her breasts were quite clearly
visible.  By this time her hands were full of roses so she just looked him
in the eye and smiled sweetly.

   "Consider it your tip, mate." Amy said with a wink as she backed into
the room and pushed the door shut with her hip.

   "You can come out Julie, its roses from the scumbag.  At least he has
good taste in flowers."

   Julie came out of the bathroom naked and took the flowers from Amy and
put them down on the dresser.  She picked up a pillow that they had knocked
on the floor and looked at Amy standing there in her robe.

   "I hope to hell you weren't showing so much tit when the bellman came to
the door with the flowers.  He'll be sending the whole crew at the bell
stand up here with deliveries Amy if you keep flashing them like that,"
Julie said with a little grin on her face.

   "All I know is that he asked me if I knew where that little blond slut
with the short dress and the great ass was - the one that came in this
morning smelling like a night of wild sex." Amy laughed and ran into the
bathroom and locked the door behind her.  She heard a pillow thump against
the door just as it slammed shut.

   Mitchell walked back the Regent and entered from the Spring Street main
entrance.  Jim saw him as soon as he came into the lobby.  Shit, he thought
he got out of the hotel without me seeing him.  I wonder if he picked up
the letter and would it be safe to take him when he got out of the elevator
to go to his room.  Jim thought about it as Mitchell walked across the
lobby but decided to play it safe and wait until they could confirm where
the letter was before they took him down.  Jim wished he could have planted
a drop bug in Mitchell's room when he searched it, but he was concerned
that Mitchell would find it and disappear - the cuff links were pretty
safe, it would take a powerful x-ray machine to show that they were
anything but legitimate jewelry.

   When Mitchell got to his room he kicked off his shoes and propping
himself up on the bed and picked up the telephone.  He asked the hotel
operator to connect him to Singapore Airlines.  When the reservations
office got on the line he made reservations for tomorrow for Mr.  and Mrs.
John Morris from Melbourne to London.  The flight left at nine-thirty in
the morning and had one stop in Singapore, arriving in Singapore about
four-forty in the afternoon.  There was a two hour layover before the
flight left for London.  The computer reservation would show only a pair of
tickets sold for a flight from Melbourne to London, even though Mitchell
planned to get off in Singapore with Amy and not complete the flight. 
Anyone trying to track them down would be led to London, not Singapore and
certainly not Jakarta.  Now the trick would be to get Amy on the plane with
him.  He would have to really work her quickly to get her to the point
where she trusted him again.  He'd have to use the old "help me save the
country" line.  Once she was on that airplane she was his - well his and
Sun Lim and his cronies.  After the tease he gave the old man on the phone
he was sure that he would have six or seven of his friends over to sample
the "tasty wares" that Mitchell had promised him.

   The next morning Amy and Julie were both fully packed before seven. 
They didn't know what was going to unfold but they wanted to be ready to
leave at a moments notice.  They had packed up Jim's stuff as well.  He had
spent the night in his room at the Regent.  When Amy met Mitchell for
breakfast Julie (in her matron outfit) would monitor them while Jim dashed
back to the Hyatt to shower and change his clothes.  At seven-thirty Amy
walked through the doors of the Regent and headed towards the restaurant
off the main lobby.  She had dressed in a pair of her stone-washed jeans
with a dark green turtle neck top, black boots and a black leather Remy
jacket.  She had her hair in a long braid down her back.  She looked fresh
and poised as she walked towards where Mitchell was waiting.  She had
decided to meet him without any equipment, leaving her communicator and
Browning behind.  She was wearing her medallion of course so that Jim and
Julie could monitor the conversation.  Mitchell was sitting in a chair
outside of the restaurant.  As he rose to greet her Amy put her arms around
him and gave him a big hug.

   "Thank you for the roses Johnny, they're just beautiful.  It was so
thoughtful.  I'm so sorry that terrible night happened, I guess I should
have warned you about Julie, she has a terrible reputation around home as
being sexually wild." Amy looked up at him with big eyes.  "She told me
that it was all her fault and that you finally managed to get her to stop
bothering you and she passed out.  I'm just glad that I left when I did, I
was definitely getting way too aggressive with you, I'll just have to watch
what I drink when I'm around you I guess," she added with a little giggle.

   "Don't concern yourself with what happened in the past Amy, that's old
news.  What is important is what I have to tell you this morning, and ask
you for your help.  Let's get a table and I'll try to tell you what has
happened."

   Mitchell took her by the arm and led her into the restaurant.  He told
the hostess that they needed a table well to the rear of the dining area
where they could talk privately.  The woman raised her eyebrows slightly,
but led them to an empty section of the room and told them that their
server would be with them momentary.  As they walked through the restaurant
she saw Julie out of the corner of her eye at a table near the entrance,
looking like someone's wife and certainly not "sexually wild" anymore.  She
noticed that Mitchell was carrying his briefcase, she wondered if he had
the letter in it and was not letting it out of his sight.  When they
reached the table Amy took off her jacket, noticing Mitchell staring openly
at her large tits as she thrust them forward while taking off jacket.

   What a set of tits on that bitch he thought staring at her as she
stretched her arms behind her taking off her jacket, he was really going to
enjoy smashing them flat when he pressed his body down on her.  He knew the
old men that Sun Lim knew would go wild over the body on this Yank bitch.

   "What's happening Johnny?  You're scaring me.  Did the Australian
Government find you?  Are they going to try to stop you from making the
letter public?" Amy leaned across the table taking his hand in hers.

   "It's worse that that dear.  I have heard from a close friend with
contacts high up in the Defence Ministry that they have decided the
solution to their problem is to remove me permanently from the situation."

   "What does that mean - remove you?"

   "It means my dear that our exalted government has decided to send
someone after me to kill me - to silence me.  I presume that they weighed
the alternatives and found me to be the only impediment to their horrible
plan to attack a helpless country with biological agents." Mitchell saw
Amy's face turn white as her eyes widened, her hand gripped his tightly.

   "Johnny, we must get you and the letter somewhere safe, before they can
do this horrible thing." Amy's voice was full of concern.  What a lying
bastard she thought.  Well he definitely wasn't going to give the letter
back, or he never would have come up with this version of the story.

   "Don't worry about the letter I've already sent it somewhere safe.  My
friend told me that there is quite a dust-up going on in high circles.  He
thinks in the long run they will give in to my demands and renounce their
terrible policy.  For now the problem is that I need to disappear for
awhile until cooler heads can prevail within the government."

   The waiter had brought them coffee and orange juice and they sat quietly
for a few minutes as he served them and fussed around the table.  He asked
them if they were ready to order and Mitchell told him, to Amy's surprise,
that they were only having coffee and juice.  Mitchell saw the look of
surprise on her face and told her that he had arranged for breakfast
someplace else.

   "The important thing darling is whether or not you are willing to help
me disappear - no matter the inconvenience.  Are you willing to see this
through with me, I must warn you it could be dangerous.  I really don't
think that anyone would harm you on purpose, but you could get in the way
of an attempt on my life, so I won't tell you that this is a harmless
request I'm making of you." Mitchell put a serious look on his face and
stared deeply in Amy's big green eyes.

   "Oh, Johnny, I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and save all
those poor people from having terrible diseases inflicted on them," Amy
replied with concern in her voice.

   "All right then, drink up your coffee Amy dear and come with me we have
to take a short cab ride."

   "Where are we going Johnny?  How long will we be gone?"

   "I'll tell you in a minute dearest, but we have to get a move on, I
can't take the chance of being in one place too long.  And I have been in
this hotel far too long to be safe here."

   Mitchell stood up and helped her on with her light leather jacket,
taking the opportunity to rub the backs of his hands on her tits as if by
accident.  Amy didn't seem to notice and Mitchell was encouraged by the
implied intimacy.  When she had her purse he took her arm and guided her
out towards the door to the hotel on Spring Street.  Amy tried again to get
him to discuss their destination so that Julie could hear it, but Mitchell
side-stepped the issue again.  She was getting worried, she didn't want to
get into a cab with him without Julie or Jim knowing where they were going,
once in the cab the medallion wouldn't transmit far enough for Julie to
hear their conversation.  It didn't look like she had any choice, Mitchell
had reached the first cab in the line and the doorman was holding the back
door open for them.  Mitchell stepped back to let Amy get in front of him,
mostly out of a desire to see her ass as she bent over to get in the cab
rather than out of any gentlemanly gesture.  Amy reluctantly got into the
cab, she really didn't have any alternative unless she was willing to take
him out right there and then and hope the letter was in the briefcase.  But
he had said it was sent "somewhere safe" and that probably meant out of the
country and she needed to find out where he had sent it.

   Julie stood at the door to the hotel and helplessly watched Amy's cab
drive off.  Should she get in a cab and follow her or wait to tell Jim what
had happened?  Deciding that she must protect Amy as her first priority she
walked quickly to the next cab in line and got in, instructing the driver
to follow the cab in front of them, just turning off Spring Street onto
Collins.  She knew she wouldn't be able to hear the transmission from the
medallion while Amy was in the cab, but as long as she kept her in sight
she would pick them up again as soon as they exited the vehicle.

   Amy asked Mitchell where they were going for a third time, and this time
he began to explain it, leaning his head close to her and speaking softly
enough so that the driver couldn't overhear them.

   "We must leave the country right away my dear, no baggage, no clue as to
where we went.  I have to get lost for a few days and see if things will
calm down.  I felt that if I left country as a part of a married couple
they wouldn't be as likely to find me.  No one is going to be looking for
me to be traveling with a wife.  You being with me will throw them off the
trail."

   "But, Johnny I don't have any clothes, or my passport or even my tooth
brush.  I can't just leave.  What about my hotel room?  What about my
things?  Why will people think we are married, we don't even have the same
last name."

   "I have a passport for you dear, in the name of Ann Morris, and I'm John
Morris.  I also have your original passport with me.  I must confess I took
it from your purse on our flight down from Sydney so that I could get you
the Morris one to use in case we had to leave quickly.  So Mr.  and Mrs. 
John Morris have reservations on the Singapore Airlines flight to London
this morning.  So don't worry about anything, I have ..."

   "Johnny," she interrupted.  "What about all my clothes at the Hyatt.  I
can't go to London in this outfit or live there for two or three days like
this.  And I'm not even checked out of the hotel."

   "We can't take the chance that someone would see us with baggage, they
would check the airport immediately and we would never get on a flight
undetected.  Don't worry Amy dearest, I promise you a shopping trip as soon
as we arrive, and I promise you that you will have everything you need. 
You can get a toothbrush and things at the airport before we leave.  We'll
be back in less than a week and we'll call the Hyatt to have them keep your
room while we're gone.  I'll pick up your hotel bill when we get back. 
Besides a trip to London should be exciting, it will give us a chance to
talk on the plane and spend a romantic few days seeing plays and having
dinner in a wonderful city.  Wouldn't you like that?  I'll make sure you
have everything you need dear, no worries." She had everything she needs
for this trip in her knickers he thought with amusement.

   "Well I guess it would be an adventure Johnny, I mean I've never done
anything like this; I mean so impulsively.  Can I see the passport?" Damn
though Amy, how in the hell was she going to get out of this mess.  She
would have to go through with it, she was positive that the letter would be
where ever Mitchell would be going.  How would she let Jim and Julie know
what was going on with her.  Maybe if she got him to open his briefcase she
would see the letter in there and she could disable him at the airport and
get away with the letter.

   Mitchell reached into his jacket pocket and took out her new passport
and handed it to her.  So much for the idea of getting his briefcase open
she thought ruefully.  She took it and looked at the picture and
information on the page.  She had to admit it was a perfect forgery, the
Canadian passport seemed to be issued to her as Ann Morris and there was an
Australian entry stamp from a week earlier, and three other stamps spread
out over the past year for other countries.  Well there was no quick way
out she told herself she'd just have to play it though.  Mitchell handed
her his pen and told her to sign it as Ann Morris.

   To complete the image of the happily married couple Mitchell reached
into this pant's pocket and pulled out two cheap gold rings.  Handing one
to Amy he put his own on.

   "Sorry about the quality of these my dear, but I was a bit rushed.  The
important part is that we play our part perfectly so as to not arouse any
suspicion.  We've got to get to London without being detected - my life
depends on it," he concluded with false sincerity filling his voice.

   Amy slid the cheap gold band on the third finger of her left hand with a
feeling of revulsion.  She was just glad that he hadn't wanted to put it on
her, that would have been too much.

   They arrived at the International Terminal at the airport and exited the
cab and walked quickly to the Singapore Airlines counter.  Mitchell
apologized to Amy for them having to fly coach but he told her that it
would be much harder for some to track them within all the coach
passengers. Actually Mitchell knew that it would be easier to slip away
form the plane in Singapore if they were in coach then in business or first
class.  This would be his last coach flight he promised himself, after all
millionaires didn't fly in back - and he was soon to be one twenty times
over.  While they were standing in line at the ticket counter Amy saw Julie
come in the door of the airport and begin scanning the crowd.  They made
eye contact and Julie immediately headed over to the ladies room at the
side of the large terminal ticketing area.

   "I really need to go to the ladies room Johnny, would you mind?"

   "You really need to hurry back dear, I can't check you in since you have
to show your passport and be identified with the picture.  You'll need to
be here when I get the tickets." Mitchell looked at the number of people in
line in front of them and figured that she could go and be back before they
reached the agent.

   "I'll hurry Johnny." Amy said as she moved quickly towards the door at
the far end of the room with the blue and white woman symbol.

   Amy went into the ladies room and saw Julie dressed in the matron outfit
standing by the farthest stall waiting for her.  As she saw Amy walk into
the bathroom she went into the stall, leaving the door unlatched.  Amy
moved immediately to the stall and opened the door and joined Julie in the
small space, locking the door behind her.

   "What the fuck is going on Amy?  You guys just blew out of the hotel
with no notice and headed to the airport, does this mean you're leaving the
country?  And where are you going?  I listened to everything you were
saying to each other through your medallion but there was no warning that
he was on the move.  You don't even have any suitcases, I didn't know
whether to follow you or go find Daddy."

   "Slow down Julie, I'll tell you everything I know then you call Daddy at
the Hyatt and see what he wants to do.  Mitchell says the government is out
to kill him - I wish - and he needs to leave town.  He wants me to be with
him so that we can travel as man and wife and appear less suspicious and
make it more difficult for people to find us.  He has Canadian passports in
the names of John and Ann Morris - remember we saw his when we tossed his
room.  Well he has a great forgery for me that matches his, even to the
entry and exit visas stamped in it.  We are supposed to go to London on a
Singapore Airlines flight, wait a few days and then return when the
government has called off the hit contract on him.  He's mailed the letter
to London I guess, anyway somewhere where we can pick it up.  I guess you
guys will just have to follow me there and see what develops.  He is
supposed to buy me a new wardrobe when we get there, but I probably will
have to sleep with him, I can't play reluctant virgin forever."

   "Shit Amy we have no choice.  You have to go with him, if he gets on an
airplane alone he's gone.  We'll have to follow you.  I'll call Daddy at
the hotel and have him get our bags and his stuff and come to the airport
right away.  There's not enough time get on this flight, but there is
probably a way for us to get to London pretty soon after you do.  I'm sure
Daddy will want to stay at the Hyatt - Carlton Towers so you can reach us
there under the Williams identity.  I'll listen in on your conversation on
the communicator, see if can get him to say where you are staying in
London."

   "I'll try Julie, but he has been in a sort of strange mood.  He isn't
telling me much and he's been staring at my tits and ass very openly -
that's not like him, he's normally a sneaky peeker.  It's like he's seeing
me in a vulnerable position and doesn't need to disguise his sexual
feelings toward me."

   Amy left the ladies room first, Julie followed a few minutes later,
going directly to the telephones located by the front doors.  She called
Jim and filled him in on the current situation.  Jim was amazed that
Mitchell had decided to move so soon.

   "We keep underestimating him Julie, he got the jump on us this morning
that's for sure.  OK, I'll get Marv working on the passenger lists for the
Singapore flight as well as getting us booked on the next London flight. 
Call me back in fifteen minutes.  In the meantime keep your eye on her as
best you can.  You won't be able to follow her once they go through
immigration so wait for me by the Singapore Airlines counter.  I'll bring
Amy's suitcase too and send the weapons and radio equipment by courier to
the hotel in London.  God, what a mess."

   Julie hung up the phone and immediately reached into her purse and
turned on her communicator.  She heard Amy talking to Mitchell as they
stood in line at the check-in counter.  Amy asked him about the hotel but
Mitchell was very vague about where they were staying, he just told her
that it was a very nice hotel and that she would enjoy staying there.  They
had reached the front of the line by then and purchased their tickets,
showing the ticket agent their passports with no problems.  Mitchell took
Amy by the arm, paid their departure tax and led her quickly through the
immigration checkpoint and out of both Julie's sight and the transmission
range of the medallion.

   Julie called Jim again at the hotel to check in.  He was just about
ready to leave to head to the airport and was only waiting for her call. 
He had checked in with Marv.  Marv had accessed the Singapore Airlines
computer system and found a Mr.  and Mrs.  John Morris on the list for the
flight to London.  He crossed referenced the names to other airline systems
to see if they were booked on any other flight but had come up empty.  He
assumed that they really were going to London and got Jim and Julie first
class tickets on a QUANTAS flight to London that stopped briefly in Rome.
The QUANTAS flight had a shorter total flight time since it only had a
forty-five minute layover in Rome versus a two hour stopover in Singapore
for the flight on which Amy and Mitchell were traveling.  They would get to
London about the same time Amy and Mitchell.

   Amy and Mitchell - Mr.  and Mrs.  Morris - were strapped into seats 35 J
and K as the aircraft began its take-off roll down the runway.  Amy was
staring out the window, worried that Julie and Jim had been unable to get a
flight that would allow them to get to London in time to cover her. 
Mitchell was gloating over his plan to leave the flight in Singapore and
get the charter flight to Indonesia that Sun Lim had arranged.  There was
no way that anyone could trace them after they left the Singapore airport,
this bitch was his - as was the other ten million from the Indonesian
official.  Things couldn't be better he thought, his prick rising in his
pants as he looked over at Amy's tits as she stared out the window as
Australia disappeared below them.

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