Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Doppelganger
Part: Chapter 19 of 31
Summary: Justin was born with a little extra - a set of
female sex organs - but that was just the
beginning.
Keywords: mffff, oral, public
Language: English
Copyright: 2005
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INTRODUCTION
Justin Rogers was born with something special - a
complete functional set of female sex organs. Eventually
he found they didn't really belong to him but to his twin
sister Tina who spent much of her early life sharing his
body.
Since she is able to emerge from and rejoin him, they
share their memories, their experiences, and their sexual
desires.
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PREVIOUSLY
Justin and Tina's friends Katie, Tyler and Leslie have
found their "enemy" Ainslie was being abused by a friend
of her father. Rather than rejoicing in her troubles,
they expressed their willingness to forget their
differences in the face of her more serious danger.
Katie's cousin and his partner have less than willingly
assisted the friends in their plans to neutralise the
perpetrator.
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"So this is the fabled Justin?"
Justin looked at Katie wondering what tales she had been
spreading. He knew the gist of the conversation from
three days earlier - even if Tina hadn't been with him
right at that moment, they had merged several times
during the interval and it only took once to bring each
other up to date even if they didn't always realise it
immediately.
"Er, Yes", he answered.
"And do you, like our darling little cousin apparently,
swing both ways?" Frank and Russ were enjoying the
teenager's confusion.
"Not really" was the honest reply as Justin though of how
he had not shirked his turn when the girls had been
teasing, and indeed tormenting - in a most enjoyable way,
Katie's younger brother David.
Though he had been wholly girl-orientated before Tina had
come back into his life, their unique bond meant he had
experienced her insights into pleasuring and being
pleasured by a male as much as she found herself enjoying
a Sapphic encounter. Though none of the group had
extended their anal encounters beyond a teasing fingertip
Justin certainly knew, more than the two gay men before
him could imagine since it involved the same organ, the
intricacies of both giving a blow job and getting blown.
His attraction to other males had a narcissistic quality
however; Tina had only fucked him - the fooling around
with Katie's brother had been inconsequential - and it
left him with impressions of most unusual masturbatory
activity rather than with a lust for other men.
For Frank and Russ, who looked from Justin to each other
and then back again, "Not really" implied "I did but I
don't" or maybe "I don't but I might"; it might though
just have been "No, but I don't want to appear critical
of YOUR lifestyle". Both men, happy with each other,
could see why Kate liked the physical male; they wondered
if the personal male was just as attractive and then
decided he probably was if she was as besotted by him as
she appeared.
The teenagers had brought a small parcel with them and
opened it to show a range of electronic marvels. Frank
and Russ were amazed, especially when Katie proudly gave
her younger brother the credit. Frank was still musing
over his young cousin's abilities when he realised that
somewhere along the way he had agreed to drive the pair
over to Ritchie's house.
Replaying the conversation he discovered he had made the
promise BEFORE they finished providing the rest of the
information about what they intended. He could have
objected but didn't even put up a token resistance this
time, though Russ decided to stay behind.
His argument to Frank was that, at least that way there
was someone available to bail them all out, or to fill
out all the paperwork at the hospital.
Katie stayed up front with Frank when he dropped Justin
off then drove slowly around a couple of blocks, avoiding
the street where Justin was active.
Dressed in some of his older clothes, Justin went along
from door to door with a photo of him holding a dog. It
had a prominent brown patch on an otherwise white face
and he hoped people would remember the photo rather than
his own appearance. By visiting a selection of houses he
would establish some credibility if Ritchie found him on
his property.
The story was the same. "I live two streets over and my
dog got out last night. He was seen heading in this
direction and I was wondering if you might have seen
him?"
The responses were of course "Nah" with a few "Piss off
kid!". Justin was wasting his time if no-one was home at
568 but, if there was...
The insurance business pays off because people are
willing to lose a little with the knowledge they won't
lose big; Justin was no different.
There was no answer to his knock on the door and Justin
carefully went down the side of the house.
"Hello?"
Still no-one.
He took a deep breath. NOW was the real risky part. He
looked around as casually as possible - just seeing his
dog hadn't strayed here, that was all - no, no-one was
watching. A glance through a window; the room was empty
- that was about all they could depend on. Oh well.
Justin leaned against the wall and Tina was inside.
Justin continued down the street looking for his little
lost dog. If he was being observed then he needed to be
able to show them he wasn't hanging around long enough to
be trouble and thereby perhaps avoid it.
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Tina found the quiet house to be quite spooky. Not full
of ghosts and monsters, although the latter was always a
possibility if Ritchie was around, but rather the
uncertainty of what was around her. At least in
Ainslie's house she had Leslie's description of the
layout.
She had arrived in a bedroom which didn't appear to
currently be in use; it certainly didn't have a bed in
it. There also didn't seem to be much else of interest.
An old wardrobe had some clothes hanging in it that
looked even older and there were miscellaneous papers in
a drawer - old bills mainly, with quite a few marked
"DUE" or "OVERDUE".
She moved on.
The kitchen wasn't unclean but the sink had more than one
days dishes piled up on both the dirty side and in the
drying rack. It looked like Ritchie took from the clean
side until it was empty and only washed when he ran out.
Tina guessed that the plates and cutlery never made it
away.
She had a quick look in the fridge but there was nothing
unusual there. On to the lounge...
This looked more interesting. Quite a bit of expensive
electrical equipment. If Ritchie had come by it honestly
there was certainly some question whether the money to
pay for it had been earned that way.
Also interesting was the shelf of tapes and DVDs.
Ritchie, it seemed, liked watching movies but wasn't
interested in more than a very specific genre. Tina half
expected to see a box of tissues by the side of his
chair.
She looked without touching wherever possible and wiped
away any traces of her fingerprints as she went. She
would just have to hope no-one would be looking for
footprints on the kitchen floor though they might have
trouble actually getting one of her feet to compare it
against. Even if somehow taken into custody the police
might find it harder to keep her there.
Another bedroom, also unused, but containing boxes this
time. "Hmm looks like Scuzbucket isn't above a little
theft, or maybe receiving stolen goods." They were light
enough and Tina turned them over to open some of them at
the bottom where it wouldn't be immediately noticeable.
The boxes contained a mixture of clothing; reasonable
quality business shirts still in individually sealed
packaging; a range of lingerie, mainly assorted knickers
with a box of bras. Relying on the labels which seemed
correct there were another two of packaged pantyhose and
some men's underwear.
The next room did have a bed, roughly made, and it
appeared to be Ritchie's. There were a couple of
magazines just visible out one side of the bed and some
discarded clothes in a corner - apparently the laundry
was done on the same basis as the dishes. A small cane
bin held a pile of crumpled paper; Tina had found the
tissues!
"Ugh!"
A check of his drawers found a small roll of notes;
Ritchie must not carry all his cash at once. Tina wasn't
tempted to take them - Ritchie might notice the absence
and realise his house had been entered plus there was
only one place Tina would be able to carry them and she
had no idea what nasties might be on the notes. No, if
they collected them later she would pass them to Justin
or else she would bring a lube covered plastic bag.
Her last check was back in the kitchen where she had
noticed a telephone index. There was a notepad next to
it and she tore out a couple of pages before jotting down
the few numbers listed. She didn't know which, if any,
would be useful but it gave them a possibility to check
out whether any of them had a criminal background which
could also be useful.
Turning around she realised there was an extra door that
she hadn't looked at earlier. She had thought it was
just a pantry but now realised the foodstuffs had been
elsewhere.
Opening the door, Tina found a dark stairway but the
light switch was easy to locate on the inside of the door
frame. She made her way down into a small workshop. Two
well secured doors opened through an angled area where
roof met the opposite wall. They allowed more generous
access than the kitchen door provided but the cobwebs
implied they hadn't been opened in a while as well as
indicating the quality of the owner's housekeeping.
Unfortunately there were no signs of printing press with
sheets of freshly printed counterfeit bills; no sign of
an old chair with bloodstained ropes. She couldn't tell
WHAT Ritchie actually did there but it didn't appear to
be particularly helpful to them.
She climbed the stairs again and switched off the light
after putting the folded paper into her mouth.
---
Justin coughed and put his hand in front of his mouth.
The woman standing before him failed to notice it came
away with a small wad of paper in it.
"Sorry."
"Well as I was sayin', I ain't seen a dog like that round
here. Hope you find it though."
"Thanks anyway."
Justin put his hand into his pocket and decided he had
done enough. He walked around the corner and waited for
Katie and Frank to drive by again.
Now they had to come up with a plan.
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As he realised the siren and flashing lights were
directed at him Ritchie cursed his own procrastination in
not getting his piston rings seen to. His car was
blowing more than a little blue and not just after the
traffic lights went green. Now he'd HAVE to get them
seen to and would probably have less cash to do it with!
He was only mildly concerned about the jewellery in his
pocket. He HAD found it after all and should be able to
argue he was only holding it to see if a reward had been
offered if it was even detected. It was certainly safer
in his pocket than hidden in the car if the two officers
behind him had any intentions of carrying out a thorough
inspection while defecting his vehicle.
He turned off the engine and pulled out his papers ready
to take his scolding.
"Please get out of the vehicle, keeping your hands where
we can see them."
"Oh damn!" Ritchie muttered, "I had to get some fucking
officious type who's so far up himself he pisses out his
mouth!" He slowly got out, following the officer's
orders, and then turned towards the car, stretching his
arms out over the roof as instructed.
An officer came up behind him and took one arm off the
roof at a time to handcuff him while his partner covered
Ritchie. He then finished patting down his secured
prisoner, checking him for secreted weapons.
"All this for a bit of smoke?" Ritchie was otherwise
speechless.
It took mere seconds for the officer to find the knife
concealed in a nifty holster on Ritchie's forearm. It
wasn't big but it didn't look like he used it for peeling
apples. It took barely any longer to disclose the lump
in Ritchie's pocket had nothing to do with him being
happy to be patted down by the officer.
"You're under arrest for carrying a concealed weapon."
It would do for now, any additional charges could wait
until after a formal interview; the diamond bracelet he
had pulled out looked a little rich for this guy to be
giving his girlfriend. The officer made sure Ritchie was
aware of his rights and sat him in the caged back of the
patrol car. Others had arrived and would give the
vehicle a more careful examination while he dealt with
the prisoner.
As the policeman settled Ritchie he found the situation
funny - peculiar, not Ha Ha. The Dispatcher had warned
that the suspect had a prior for violent behaviour yet he
had rolled belly up as soon as they had pulled him over.
Maybe all the car chase shows with the corny scripts had
made a difference after all and he knew he wouldn't get
away. Of course, the officer knew the networks wouldn't
show the successful escapes. At least until the other
ratings plunged. He wasn't about to complain that his
job wasn't hard enough though.
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The big discovery occurred while they were still waiting
for Dispatch to let them know that the other team had
located the mugging victim and the witness who had phoned
in the report. It was a nuisance that they had the
criminal but no crime - yet that was preferable to the
other way around.
The bag secreted under the passenger's seat wasn't hard
to find - the teenagers hadn't intended that it should
have been during an actual search, only that Ritchie
shouldn't notice it beforehand. Despite their own
apparent youth, the officers checking the car were
experienced and had no trouble.
The contents of the bag matched the description of a
recent robbery and that made them look more closely at
the similar item found on their captive's person. A
check over the radio confirmed it was part of the haul.
Suddenly their mugger was of more interest and two
detectives found their weekend interrupted; a willing
interruption in view of the break in what had been an
otherwise "impossible" case.
Ritchie, it seemed, was going down - and not in the
manner he had required from Ainslie (unless he met
someone who wasn't prepared to take "No!" for an answer).
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Adam Brandt had represented Ritchie Oldes before so he
knew the sort of person arraigned on the charges set out
in the documents spread over his desk. Covered in
burgundy-coloured leather it was a graduation present
from his father and was probably the only ostentatious
item in his respectable but not particularly prosperous
practice.
He didn't particularly believe his client's protestations
of wounded innocence and a supposed frame up by unknown
third parties - that sort of argument had never proved
particularly convincing in the past - but he WAS
professional enough to do everything he could to
strengthen the story his client wished to place before
the court.
It wasn't as if the Police case didn't contain its own
little mysteries, ones they couldn't explain any better
than he could. Perhaps one of those would provide the
means of unravelling the case against Ritchie. Anyway,
it was still early and the more he could do to weaken the
case the better his position when it came time to plea
bargain. Adam had no illusions about the strength of the
stolen goods found on his client - who had stupidly
commented on having the bracelet BEFORE Adam could arrive
to direct Ritchie's responses; didn't he watch ANY
television?
Adam could only go through the evidence trying to find an
inconsistency or some procedural error that might make
some of it inadmissible. Did Ritchie WANT to go to jail?
He took it chronologically.
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Item 1 : The robberies.
The jewellery had been taken from two private
houses. They had alarm systems which, in one case,
included video surveillance. In both cases the
alarms had been turned off shortly after the owners
had gone out. The video tape had gone haywire for
all the cameras at the second house a little while
beforehand and had remained useless until just after
the alarm was reset. One house was unprotected for
thirty seven minutes and fifteen seconds, the other
for forty two, twenty.
Ritchie insisted he had never, EVER, been near the
area nor did he know anyone involved in the robbery.
He certainly didn't seem the sort to have contacts
on the inside and the Police reports effectively
admitted their failure to link him to anyone likely
to know the alarm codes either from the houses or
from the single security company - one of the few
other common factors but one offering no leads.
Adam made notes to have the two households cross-
checked himself, perhaps there WAS a common
person involved, not necessarily the burglar but
someone providing the information to make his job
easier; Adam could only hope if he found one it
didn't lead him closer to Ritchie.
While it wasn't his job to help the Police find the
real culprit, it WAS his job to show the jury that
it was very possible someone other than his client
did. The charge stood at receiving stolen goods
rather than burglary itself; the Police couldn't
make that stick YET but they were still looking.
Ritchie was lucky that he COULD prove that he had
legitimately purchased some of the other items found
in his house. Buying and reselling stock from
bankrupt businesses was a reasonable sideline even
if it did look suspicious at first.
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Nighthawk certainly didn't know any alarm codes, other
than his own. He did however know a lot, an AWEFUL lot,
about the security service used by the two home owners
whose property had been stolen.
Security firms would have secure computer systems, right?
No outside links so there would be no chance of them
being hacked into.
Unless.
Suppose you make use of a wireless network. That would
be a weak point surely? Ah, but a good sysadmin knows
that and makes sure anyone linking up has the correct
authorisation codes. Score one against the hackers.
But wireless networks are primarily useful to busy sales
reps who want to plonk their laptops down and start work
without connecting a lot of fiddly cables. The sort of
person who spent a lot of time dropping in on potential
customers; who might leave their laptop in their car
while their dined, perhaps even overnight in their
driveways; the sort of person who ignored all
recommendations about passwords because THEY weren't
interested in all that techno-crap.
The sort of person who undermined the very company they
worked for without even knowing it.
Nighthawk had controlled the network, owned it
essentially, for almost a year. He had long since copied
the customer details file and a little program recorded
the changes so he simply had to connect occasionally to
keep it all up to date. The system administrator had no
real reason to compare the salesman's access log against
his physical presence in the office - the system reported
few attempts to gain illicit access and was capably
rejecting those.
Nighthawk had the details of which premises were
protected and by what sort and number of detectors. He
even had descriptions of where they and the control
panels were placed.
But not the pin numbers.
He personally had no intention of going physically to any
of the locations listed. If he had he could have simply
bypassed the alarms by setting them to test mode on the
computer network that WAS available externally, and to
which he had found full details in a document on the
"safe" network. That would have left a trail which would
have probably resulted in the loss of his most unofficial
tenure with the company. No-one had been willing to pay
the amounts required for THAT level of service.
Instead Nighthawk sold information about specific sites -
what the people (who, like him, remained anonymous) did
with it was up to them.
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Justin had waited impatiently in the bushes - that hour
long ordeal was probably THE most dangerous part of the
whole exercise.
When the owner had finally driven up Justin had released
his pent up breath in a sigh of relief - he was alone,
that made it so much easier. He backed up to the house
and waited just a little longer; the sound of a key
turning in the lock and Tina was inside, triggering the
alarm's countdown simultaneously with the owner. Justin
quietly walked down the short driveway and quite
naturally out onto the street; Tina was safer if he
didn't hang around.
The man dropped his keys and some papers onto a side
table and stood in front of the keypad mounted out of the
reach of younger fingers. He failed to notice the naked
teenage girl making a mental note of each careful key
press; she had rejoined her brother before the stranger
even turned around.
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There were two exceptions to the otherwise repeated
procedure at the second house. The first involved Justin
pointing what looked like a toy ray gun at the house
before he walked up the drive. He kept it steadily aimed
near the eaves until he had another device, torch shaped
with a similar parabolic reflector extending the natural
reflector where the bulb had been replaced.
He switched the new device on and put the ray gun away.
Justin's girlfriend's brother David was rightly proud of
his electronic skills and enjoyed the challenge of
proving he was as good as he said he was. He had been
asked to research and construct an unusual device, one
which wasn't something he could simply buy in kit form or
even get the schematics for on the net. No, this had
tested him.
It had cost the five friends, both to find out the house
had video protection and to get David to produce a
solution. This time it had fortuitously turned out that
most of the money had only been a loan instead of
permanently coming out of their pockets.
It was well worth it though, the disrupters worked
perfectly. David had demonstrated them at the Mall and
the others had been amazed to see TV after TV going snowy
in turn before resuming their normal image of passers by
as his "Magic Wand" had been directed towards the home
video cameras on display.
On the down side, the unit had to be reasonably close to
the camera being affected. The IR transmitter would
disrupt the CCD in the camera from almost anywhere in
front of the lens but if the cone spread too far the
signal became more attenuated and the image became
visible through the snow.
David would have preferred to use lasers but the power
needs of the traditional kind were not conducive to a
portable model, and the semiconductor kind just didn't
have the oomph to do the job without a wave guide - and
stringing optical fibres over someone's front yard MIGHT
be a little suspicious.
-----
The third house almost made them change their minds about
helping Ainslie. Sensibly they had prepared some
contingency plans before going onto any of the sites and
that turned disaster into mere rout.
Justin had been waiting in the bushes, yet again, when he
heard a car pull up in the driveway. Unfortunately he
stuck his head up to check just as the headlights swept
past his hiding place. The movement made the passenger
look again and the sight of a ski masked intruder caused
her to shout and point.
Justin had been watching the expression of horror spread
across her face as his own grew. His heart began to
thump even as he sprinted across the lawn. He had to get
far enough away from any pursuit before he could head
back to where he had stashed his bicycle. It would be a
trade off between running fast enough to build up some
distance and walking slowly so he wouldn't attract
attention once the hue and cry started.
The driver wasted little time getting out of the car; he
hadn't properly seen what his wife was describing but
there had been something shadowy momentarily in his rear
mirror. If she said someone was lurking, there was a
lurker!
He was heading out the driveway when a sound made him
turn.
"Help!"
The voice trembled; it was obviously feminine and
distressed. A head appeared out of the bushes and then
sunk onto the lawn. He turned back, calling to his wife
at the same time.
It was a girl, her naked back showing through the bushes
as she made another effort and lifted herself to stumble
another step forwards before collapsing again, this time
to turn over, her extended arm falling across her face.
As the man approached he couldn't help but look at her
exposed body. She was a little grubby from the garden
bed but that only emphasised her overt sexuality. Her
breasts showed her incipient womanhood, her tufted growth
made an arrowhead that drew his eyes legward. He started
as his wife arrived behind him, guilty at being caught
staring instead of helping.
"You call the Police, *I* will help her. Better get an
ambulance just in case." There was no sign of blood but
a masked man and a naked girl was likely to mean one
thing and a hospital was probably a good place for her to
get the right kind of support even if she hadn't been
physically harmed.
She knelt by Tina's head. "Are you all right? What
happened?"
"M'okay. Water. Please. C'n I have a drink?" Without
removing her obscuring arm, Tina used the other to make
an indication that her throat was hurting.
"Sure honey. Just a second."
The woman went to the front door. "Harvey, bring out a
drink with you and a blanket."
She turned back but the girl was gone.
Justin quietly retrieved his bike and they rode away. He
wished ONE of the group, any one, had their licence! He
was still quivering and it took a while for the shakes to
settle. It was the nearest they had been to real danger
and they didn't look forward to a repetition.
That emotion lasted until they arrived at Katie's house,
where they had supposedly been on each occasion they had
been casing prospective houses. Then, on retelling their
story (Tina sitting in clothes borrowed from Katie), the
fear changed to a spirit of adventure and a feeling that,
just perhaps, they were invincible.
They never heard what the outcome was at house three. It
seemed unadvisable to try to find out.
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Katie joined them on the actual robberies. She insisted,
or rather, INSISTED! The debacle of the third house,
even if it hadn't resulted in their capture, made her
worry about Justin, and Tina, if they didn't have her
watchful eye to cover their backs. If they could have
involved Tyler and Leslie for added protection she would
have suggested that but neither Justin nor Tina felt
quite ready to explain to them just how they were
managing to get into locked houses. They had said they
knew someone who could get hold of some stolen property
to plant on Ritchie, insinuated that David's net contacts
had linked them up - that had had to do.
Justin had leaned against the front door and Katie took
the opportunity to throw her arms around his neck and
plant a quick kiss on his lips before the door opened
behind him. A naked girl hurried them inside, looking
past them to see if anyone was watching.
They had arrived just before dusk. It meant they could
look around without needing to turn on lights but, if
they had to get out in a hurry and hide, it would soon be
dark enough to aid in their escape.
The security company had listed special items subject to
separate insurance cover and also the absence of any kind
of safe. In the first house the wife apparently had a
couple of thousand dollars worth of jewellery that she
felt was adequately covered by the security system.
Since she and her husband paid for rent-a-cops to be sent
to check on ANY alarm she probably wasn't unduly
careless. Normally.
To avoid leaving more clues than necessary, all three had
surgical caps and gloves, ski masks being a little too
obvious and Tina could always scrunch hers up and put it
in her mouth. Tina also had a pair of surgical overshoes
for her feet. In all other respects they were normally
dressed teenagers; at least whenever a third of them are
naked.
The jewellery wasn't too hard to find - the master
bedroom being the obvious place - but they had a further
look around to see what else might be worth including. A
burglar wouldn't leave something equally valuable behind
would they?
Katie found a purse, one with a nice little wad of money.
It encouraged her to check for others and, when she had
finished, there was nearly seven hundred dollars in an
untidy pile on the bedspread. There was a little
conscience searching but in the end they decided that, if
she could afford to have it sitting around in her
wardrobe, the owner could afford to fund their rescue
plans.
She also found a couple of toys, one of which she didn't
really understand but figured must have a similar nature
to the more phallic shaped items it was with. It
reminded her of a butterfly but they didn't have time for
her to work out how it should be used. Reluctantly she
put them back. It would have been convenient to take
them to try out (a little soap and water, or similar,
taking care of any qualms about their second-hand nature)
but their absence might be difficult to explain. They
needed to implicate Ritchie after all.
Then Katie had an idea. The butterfly was distinct
enough. If it ended up with the loot Ritchie would be
further connected with the burglary - he certainly wasn't
likely to be trying to fence IT for some other burglar.
The other's liked her plan. And if that gave her time to
study it further well... that was just fortunate wasn't
it.
-----
The second house required Justin to turn the wand on
remotely before they came into range of the camera. In
the darkness he could just see the dim red glow around
the lens area which showed its image was being disrupted.
They took no chances though and approached with ski masks
donned. It was why they had chosen night for this raid
despite the need to light up the house.
The same entry technique worked with Justin this time
pulling Katie in for a kiss through the openings in their
masks, it was definitely kinky especially outside of a
house they were about to burgle.
The jewellery was a bit harder to find, being kept in a
lock box that felt right so they took it unopened while
checking they hadn't missed it elsewhere. There was less
than forty dollars in loose change and small notes; more
pizza money than anything else but they took that as
well. This time Katie found a couple of very explicit
magazines in one of the smaller bedrooms; obviously a
teenage boy. She checked with Justin and Tina and they
agreed one wouldn't go astray as a present for David. It
was a risk that connected them to the robbery but they
figured if only one was missing the boy wouldn't be
likely to connect it to the lost jewellery if he even
noticed it was gone. They only hoped it wasn't his
favourite stoke mag.
Tina had to remind Justin to get the disrupter before
they left.
**********
Item 2 : The mugging.
Though no charges had been laid as a result of the
original report, Adam did have the details as set
out by the Police. It was after all the reason they
pulled him over in the first place; the supposed
"Reasonable Cause" for putting him in handcuffs and
searching both his person and then his car.
Adam wasn't going to be able to maintain "Illegal
Search", he had heard the tape of the phone call.
His client HAD been identified explicitly enough
that the arresting officer hadn't in any way
exceeded his powers, no matter how unfortunately
that turned out for Ritchie.
The failure of the Police to find any trace of such
a mugging, or of the witness who had failed to stay
around as he had promised, was the one thing that
DID support Ritchie's assertion he had been framed.
Assuming of course that he didn't have a friend who
might have taken care of the loose ends Ritchie had
left behind. Adam didn't think so; Ritchie was a
thug but he didn't seem to have the balls (or
stupidity as an alternative) to go that far.
-----
"Here he comes." Justin's voice came through the
earpieces warning both girls to be ready. His own heads
up had come through from the car park just over a minute
before.
This was the second weekend they had spent waiting for
Ritchie to head into this particular shopping precinct.
It had to be one he occasionally frequented - which this
was - and also be one that was populated by young women
who had extra spending money (either from lucrative jobs
of from parents who had the money to spoil them) - ditto.
Timing was all important for several reasons. They would
have to appear natural to Ritchie but would also have to
avoid suspicious security guards who might notice they
were hanging around. Ideally there would be no-one else
particularly close so they could complete the sting
without interference. They would have no chance to
repeat this plan - it would simply look far too
suspicious if they appeared in front of their quarry a
second time.
Ritchie rounded a corner to see a young woman waving to
her friend down the street. They were both very well
dressed and the one close to him had quite a few boutique
shopping bags next to her on one of the many benches
sprinkled around.
His eyes were drawn to her cleavage; it wasn't really the
sort of top one often saw being worn shopping especially
for one with her build - "Unfortunately", he thought. He
spent so much time looking at her chest he wouldn't have
been able to describe her face even 30 seconds later.
"Cleavage Lady's" friend chided her for sitting there;
Ritchie could imagine the woman's embarrassment without
feeling the least sympathy for her. "Daddy" had probably
paid for all her little packages, and her outfit, without
a second thought while HE always seemed to be struggling
to get by.
"C'mon - You KNOW we've got to be there in twenty
minutes!" The woman making all the fuss turned and
headed off, not offering to come and help her friend with
the parcels.
Ritchie stopped to light a cigarette and to watch for
opportunities. He didn't normally stoop to snatch and
run - it was too risky, some do-gooder was just as likely
to grab HIM - but he had managed to pick the odd pocket
or handbag in his youth. He wasn't about to dip into
anyone's pocket - he hadn't been practicing those skills
for yonks; a purse tucked into the top of a bag though...
If she was in a hurry to go somewhere she might not even
notice it was missing until she'd arrived.
The woman had a nice sparkly bracelet. It looked
valuable though it would need a more-expert eye than his
to be sure. "Damned fakes are getting too fuckin' good!"
he thought. He had once risked his neck for something
that turned out to be worth barely a hundred retail; at
ten cents on the dollar (junk paid less than quality) he
almost threw it away when he found out.
He missed seeing the woman release the clasp on the
bracelet; the safety chain had been conveniently broken
beforehand so there was nothing to stop the bauble
falling to the ground unseen as the woman gathered all
her bags together and set off to catch her friend.
Unseen except by the person who was meant to see it and
by Justin who had been monitoring the whole operation.
Looking ever so casually around, Ritchie sauntered over
to the bench where he sat with his feet either side of
the diamond bracelet. Checking again, he bent to retie
his lace and, when he straightened, the jewellery had
gone.
Twenty seconds later all traces of Ritchie had as well.
Twenty seconds after THAT, Katie and Tina watched him get
into his car and drive off. Justin was on the phone.
"Police? I'm at the shops in Nantesville on Baker
Terrace and I want to report a mugging. No. No-one was
hurt; he got scared off when I ran over. The lady is a
bit shaky from having a knife shoved in her face but he
didn't take anything from her. Anyway, what's important
is we both got his number plate. He drove right past us
trying to get away. Yes, ma'am."
Following the officer's questions, Justin carefully mis-
represented himself and then described the mythical
getaway with the very real identification of Ritchie's
car and the direction it was travelling. He then
volunteered an accurate description of the knife Ritchie
habitually carried.
"I've got to help this lady for now. I'll be here when
you turn up. Just catch the bastard; he looked like he
was doped up and could harm someone else." He rang off
before the officer could ask any more questions or give
any instructions. The nattily dressed Leslie and the
"wealthy slut" Tyler (would you call it the Paris Hilton
look?) had changed before meeting him at the bus stop
with Tina and Katie. They caught the first bus that came
along, copying Ritchie in getting out of the area ASAP.
**********
Item 2 : The mugging, continued.
The police had obtained a court order to seize all
the various surveillance tapes in the area that the
mugging had supposedly occurred as well as the strip
where Ritchie had allegedly been according to his
own statement.
There had been no sign of any disturbance, nor of
anyone who could be said to even closely resemble
Ritchie on the first set.
The second set though; they were a real puzzle. The
time of Ritchie's arrest was clearly identified from
the camera in the arresting officer's car. The time
taken to get to that point could similarly be
calculated; in fact Adam had driven the route
Ritchie said he had taken and had been pretty close
to that calculation.
Allowing a little leeway either side for traffic
hold ups or for the possibly of Ritchie being a lead
foot gave about a fifteen minute window around the
time he had been reported leaving the stores. It
was a consistency that was hard to fault.
But...
The two camera's covering the seat he had identified
had produced nothing but snow for a period of three
hours beforehand BUT had miraculously "recovered"
towards the end of that very fifteen minute window.
The police didn't try to explain it, and Adam
couldn't - yet. If Ritchie had claimed aliens had
landed in that walkway during the time in question
Adam could have used the tape to convince any number
of enthusiasts of a conspiracy to hide their visit.
The other cameras gave distant blurred images of
people who COULD be the ones Ritchie had described.
Adam had seen more useful ones of a unicorn in the
forest. These certainly couldn't be enhanced to
suddenly show an identifying birthmark like some TV
shows suggested.
Perhaps Ritchie WAS telling the truth about a frame
up. There were certainly enough discrepancies for
Adam to give him the benefit of the doubt.
-----
While Justin had made his phone call accusing Ritchie and
setting the Police on his trail, Tyler and Leslie had
been busily changing in a nearby toilet.
Off came the glad rags to be exchanged for their more
normal style of attire. The boutique bags were placed
inside those from a department store that had been folded
with their regular clothes. A quick rearrangement of the
hair with a couple of scrunchies and they left
separately, taking different routes to meet up with the
others.
Justin watched them leave. He had recovered the two
disrupters he had placed at either end of the stretch of
pavement. Now he used his "ray gun" to obscure his own
appearance as he recovered the third that had watched
people in the vicinity of the toilets. Ostensibly to
keep an eye on perverts, it WOULD have shown two people
going in and two different ones coming out and they
couldn't have that.
The snowy reception disappeared shortly thereafter and
Justin headed to the bus stop where the girls were
waiting.
---
The bus took them about twelve kilometres to another
transit hub in an outer suburb. On one side was a small
shopping centre and on the other was a train station
which would allow them to circle the city and finally
catch a bus back home from the opposite side.
First though was a little job that broke the girls'
hearts. Tyler had certainly looked different in an
outfit that presented her ample assets in a strategic
manner, if her strategy was to have all the men around
her (and Leslie of course) drooling; she had had fun.
Leslie on the other hand had been dressed as she would
have loved to be dressed every day. It was something
from the daytime soaps (no-one else dressed like that
every day). Both outfits were wonderful in their own
way, though Tyler would have kept hers for special dress
up rather than apres-school; she would love to have
played the tart for Leslie.
Both outfits were also brand new and expensive. Both
outfits also had to go in the charity bins. Even Tina
and Katie felt that a crime while knowing it had to be
done. It was better to be done quickly and, with only a
last furtive check (during the bus ride) that there had
been nothing left in or on them, Justin was given the
duty of dropping them through the chute.
He then had the duty to cheer them up.
The train took twenty minutes to arrive and they gathered
in the almost empty subway to wait. The only benches
looked as they had been subjected to the spillage of
every known beverage and fast food item; they smelled
like they had been subjected to the final digestive by-
products of both. The group decided to stand.
They found a less grimy patch of wall and Justin put an
arm around Tyler and they leaned back together. Leslie
then nestled under Tyler's other wing while Katie copied
her on Justin's other side. Tina then joined the circle
in the middle.
No-one took much notice of them, there wasn't anyone
really *TO* take any notice; people had generally already
gone where they were going and weren't yet ready to come
back.
Leslie was trading smoochies with Tyler and Justin was
sharing his time between Katie and Tina. Of course Tina
and Katie were getting some serious lip lock themselves
and Leslie teased Justin about missing out. He
retaliated by using his arm to seize an unresisting, in
fact giggling, Tyler and monopolised her attention for
long enough that Leslie was beginning to get jealous.
Tyler pulled her closer but instead of kissing away the
ill humour she pressed her into Justin so they could get
as much lip time.
When they finished they found Katie and Tina still hadn't
surfaced for air and indeed were resting their hands in
naughty places. The others decided the only thing they
could possibly do was protect public morals and decency
by hiding the sinners from view.
Justin and Tyler separated and Leslie took his arm
instead. They formed a semi-circle in front of the two
girls who grinned past the edge of their kisses.
Justin looked around and then decided to help. He lifted
the back of Katie's top and undid the clasps holding her
bra. Reaching around under the top he lifted the cups
out of the way and brushing his hands against his
sister's as she reached for the bare breasts.
The garment left an unsightly crumpled bulge over Katie's
chest and the others agreed it distracted from the
otherwise excellent appearance of Katie's bare boobs
under the thin top. They helped Justin to remove it by
slipping one strap down an arm and then pulling it out
the other armhole. The bra ended up in a shopping bag
and Tina's soon followed.
It had been fun to watch Tina's fingers playing with
Katie's mounds. So much so that everyone else wanted to
join in. Justin stood behind Katie supporting her tits;
she could feel him pressing into the crack between her
ass cheeks. Tina still ran her hands all over Katie's
chest, fiddling with the little knobs on the centre of
each breast. Katie in turn kept a firm grip on each of
Tina's nipples as both struggled to kiss while being
assaulted by the other two.
Tyler had her hand down Tina's front; Leslie down
Katie's. Both found the area wet with exudate. The
recipients of the trio's attentions decided, without
words to simply let the others pleasure them while they
kissed. Tina had lifted the front of Katie's top and,
when she realised Tina had something else in mind, Katie
copied her. Bare breast rubbed against bare breast with
only Justin's hands to interfere and contribute in equal
measure. Arms went around neck and back and their bodies
rubbed closer. The back of Tyler's hand was crushed
against the back of her own lover's and both tried to
outdo the other to ensure firstly, the girls arrived
before the train, and also as a challenge to see which
could be made to come first.
Tyler wished she had been positioned to invade Katie's
pussy. They had started out learning about love together
and would always have a special place in their hearts for
each other. Tyler and Leslie were lovers, as were Katie
and Justin and apparently Katie and Tina, but Tyler and
Katie had been and had remained friends. It didn't
really matter though, Katie would have fun and Tyler
could lick her juices from Leslie's hand; she wouldn't
miss out.
The tannoy made a distorted announcement which could only
mean the train was coming. Were the two girls? Katie
was a little in the lead and Justin put his lips near her
ear. It wasn't exactly sweet nothings but rather a
suggestion of what he'd like to do to her once on the
train. Katie didn't realise THAT was possible but the
images she dreamed up had her dangling from his, Tina's
and Leslie's arms.
Ignoring anyone who might now come along, Tyler changed
her position so she was standing behind Tina. She had to
spin her hand around inside the tight confines of Tina's
pants but that in some ways helped. She was now able to
slide her fingers deep into Tina's cunt; to lift her
bodily, supported only by the fingers resting in the
crevice between her lips; to frig her furiously with
soaked fingers. Tina released Katie and collapsed back
against Tyler, her legs dangling above the ground jerking
spastically as the orgasm struck her in Tyler's firm and
encompassing embrace.
They barely had time to adjust their attire before the
train pulled up. They certainly didn't have time to
recover and the other three supported the pair between
them as they boarded. Like the platform, their
particular carriage was near empty. An older couple sat
down the other end, facing away.
"Well" said an exhausted Katie to Justin, "was that all
just talk?"
"You've got to be joking; you haven't even had a chance
to recover."
"If you are going to do what you said you would I don't
need to recover; I'm good for it now!"
The others, including a happily stressed Tina, looked at
Justin.
"Hang on!" He got up and checked the following carriage.
It too was near empty.
"Okay!" He sounded a little unsure. "If you ladies
would gather around I will need one of you watching the
door and another checking out the window as we pull into
the stations. The other will help be a sight screen. We
need to have as much notice as possible if anyone's
coming."
"Except for me. If I'm coming I want it to be a
surprise, a big surprise."
The girls knew it had to be sexual but none could guess
exactly what.
Justin took out his wallet and removed a little packet.
They watched as he tore it open and then Katie pulled
down his zip and released his penis from his pants. Once
again all eyes were on Justin as he rolled the rubber
over his erection.
He couldn't just plonk Katie on his lap, the front of his
pants would be soaking, yet he hadn't REALLY expected to
be fucking her on the train. It had been a fantasy for
god's sake! Only it looked like it wasn't any longer.
He lifted his bum and scooted his pants down to his
knees. His coated prick stuck rigidly out the front of
his boxers. He didn't mind if THEY got damp, it was
certainly better that having his butt all sticky from the
leather seats.
Katie stood before him and indicated he should pull her
pants down. They fell to her knees once over her hips
and the floral decorated knickers soon followed.
Justin had imagined her sitting on his lap, her back
against his chest and her hands resting on his knees.
Instead she pulled him forward (Justin gave thanks that
he had kept his briefs on so that he slid rather than
shuddered across the seat). There was now room for her
knees on the seat and Katie swung a leg over the saddle
and proceeded to sit herself on the saddle horn.
Then she began to buck. Justin pointed out later that it
was the horse that bucked in a rodeo. She mildly abused
him as a pedant and asked whether he had enjoyed it.
When he answered "Yes" she asked "So what are you
complaining about."
"It wasn't a complaint, just an observation."
"Well look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't love to
do it all over again."
"Not right now but it might be fun with Leslie." He
conceded he had earned the thump.
Justin had no hope of hanging onto his sanity let alone
his semen. Katie's cunt was itching to be filled from
before and when he did the itching only got worse and she
had to try to rub it.
Justin's prick certainly found every little crevice
inside her before she joined him in an exhausted
oblivion. It had been so much fun. The whole bloody
trip had turned out a wonderful outing. Katie hoped her
lover, and herself, could recover before they got home.
There should be SOMEWHERE at one of their four houses
that they could get together. If worst came to worst she
would take Tina to bed and make Justin talk to David or
her parents or something so she could get Tina straight
back if they were interrupted. No, that wasn't fair,
Tina was not, by any stretch of the imagination, classed
as "worst".
They left the train and headed for the penultimate bus
stop. Their clothes were filthy, prompting Tina to
comment about 'Lust in the Dust'. No-one could top it,
few of them had the strength to try.
*****
Item 3 : The arrest.
The knife was almost nothing. Now the mugging
didn't feature on the charge sheet it wasn't
"Assault with a Deadly Weapon" but merely "Carrying
a Concealed Weapon". They weren't showing intent,
simply the fact the knife had been hidden. If he
had worn a sheath from his belt and kept it where it
could be seen no-one would have complained -
provided he didn't actually use it.
Adam felt he could minimise the damage from that
charge.
If only he had been called by Ritchie before he had
said the fateful words;
"I don't know anything about THAT stuff. I found
the bracelet down at the shops on Baker. I was
going to see if anyone had reported it lost; it
looked valuable; there might have been a reward."
If there had been the bracelet alone, Ritchie's
story would have been weak but plausible. With the
other items in his car Ritchie's only hope would
have been to suggest they had ALL been planted.
THAT would have been a large pill to swallow but
crims HAD set up their rivals on occasion and if
Adam could have found a likely person to blame he
might just have been able to convince a jury that
Ritchie was innocent.
On the further downside was the additional evidence
found in Ritchie's house. There had been the
additional proceeds from the second robbery,
including the damaged lock box that had been found
in his basement. Matching paint chips had been
found on his workbench and on his chisel.
None of it looked easy to argue away; none of it
strengthened his case or weakened the prosecutor's.
And then there had been the clothes and that damned
vibrator! The owners of the first house hadn't
mentioned either at first but when an officer called
(with some sensitivity a policewoman had been sent)
and asked whether such items had been stolen, the
woman checked and was able to adequately describe
the lingerie and (red-faced) the butterfly to make
it a positive identification. It didn't do Ritchie
any good to claim he had never seen them - there
were traces of his semen on them!
Ritchie was tied in to the burglaries and it was
only that his alibi for the two times in question
had held up with independent video evidence that
WASN'T stuffed up for a change that he didn't face
the more serious charges.
-----
Knowing WHEN to break into Ritchie's was the easiest
part. Braving the not unsubstantial dangers to do so
definitely wasn't.
Entry was essentially the same as the burgled houses but
Ritchie had no alarm system. Instead he relied on bars
over the "easy" windows and good solid doors front and
back. Like the home owners, he hadn't for some reason
replaced the older locks with dead locks and Tina could
simply turn the latch to open the door.
Justin joined her, a risky move, but they had been
insistent that Katie NOT come this time; backed up by
cousin Frank and his partner Russ she had been forced to
wait listening to the noises of the bug as she did so and
trying not to imagine each creak to be someone creeping
up on them.
Normally Justin would have left Tina to do whatever she
had to while he headed for a safe spot. It wasn't
cowardice, but an excellent strategy. At the first sign
of trouble she would join him, sharing his body; and Tina
still had the reflexes to outrace anyone - she would be
gone before they had a chance to blink at the naked girl
before them.
In Ritchie's house she would need assistance and Justin
couldn't let Katie be there while he walked away. That
would have been cowardice.
They had a mental checklist of what they had to do and
Tina, who had a single short visit to explore the house
was in charge of what was going to happen when and where.
First was a trip to the basement. A previous owner had
set up a small workshop and, though the tools had been
removed the benches and vices were still there. Ritchie
had put his own tools, a meagre set in relation to what
had been there before but nevertheless useful.
They had recovered a lock box from the second house that
they had robbed. It felt like it contained the jewellery
but they had held off finding out for sure. Now the box,
wiped clean of any possibility of fingerprints, was
placed in a vice where it was squeezed until the top
bulged away from the side. Justin took a screwdriver and
twisted it in the opening. He undid the vice and rested
the box on end. A couple of blows from a hammer sprung
the back and displayed some quite beautiful jewellery.
"Perhaps we can continue the burglary caper and you can
outfit Katie and me in expensive furs and diamonds."
"That's quite a lovely picture. Two naked beauties
wearing only high heel shoes, a fur stole and diamond
choker and bracelets. I can't think of a better reason
for starting a life of crime."
"We've already started, I'm talking about continuing."
"Well we are really more like Robin Hood - robbing from
the rich and giving to the poor."
"We're poor enough aren't we?"
"Ah. But if we stole all those items we'd be rich and
we'd have to rob ourselves."
Tina drew his attention to the job in hand.
Upstairs again Tina grabbed a spare set of car keys from
off a hook in the kitchen. If anyone broke in and stole
Ritchie's car he would probably consider it a favour. In
a little while its intrinsic value would probably treble
or quadruple. A bag of jewellery from the first robbery
was going to be stuffed up inside the passenger seat.
Then came the "kinky" items. A nice teddy, more suited
to a cat house than a kindergarten, and a butterfly
shaped item that Katie had found intriguing. During
their often boring reviews of Ritchie's doings they heard
him watching videos with, to be generous, very little in
the way of plot development. What they lacked in that
department they made up for in artistic merit, they were
sure. Ritchie seemed to like them.
Or perhaps he wasn't simply short of breath in amazement
at the convincing portrayals of sincere love and devotion
- to the pool boy who had been hired only minutes before.
They found evidence of the amount of time he spent before
the screen. He also didn't empty the trash very often.
Even with a pair of disposable gloves Justin didn't
relish his next task - extraction of a little DNA from
the tissue refuse to apply to the lingerie and the
vibrator. They wanted Ritchie linked to items taken from
the crime that would NOT represent substantial wealth.
Justin found those wads that seemed most heavily gummed
together. He needed something to soak them in and
decided Ritchie's coffee cup was probably as good as any.
He rinsed it carefully to reduce the amount of coffee
remaining before filling it with tissues and then warm
water. The tissues drifted apart giving up their vital
contents; Justin was careful to avoid breaking up the
paper to keep the fibres to a minimum.
When it was ready he bunched up the teddy as though it
had been wrapped around Ritchie's prick; The contents of
the coffee cup were sieved through the material at the
end, concentrating the evidence in one location, another
tissue covering the sexy item to filter off all the
fibres that they could. A little of the liquid had been
spared for the butterfly and, once dampened, Justin had
vigorously wiped it dry; deliberately leaving fibres in a
provocative way.
The sink was rinsed; the coffee cup, tipped upside down
to drain, was not. Hopefully Ritchie would enjoy his
next cup of coffee.
Tina had continued to look around. Ritchie's tape
collection was one area that required considerable
attention.
He had so many, and they were just shoved here and there
with no particular order. It was obvious that he would
not miss a few, and with luck wouldn't be in any position
to do more than dream about the contents for a number of
years. Tina made her selections and slipped them into
the bag the jewellery box and other items had come from.
She also took the opportunity to recover the banknotes
that she had seen on her first exploratory visit.
Tina had hidden some of her things in the bottom of
Justin's wardrobe when she had first emerged as a teenage
girl. Now it was her turn to find places in Ritchie's
where he wouldn't find their little surprises ahead of
time. It wasn't hard, that too was full of clutter.
Justin left first, dropping their swag into some parched
bushes while he secreted the jewels in the car. He gave
the key back to Tina and, with a quick look up, down, and
across the street, retrieved the bag and headed for the
bridge that would allow him to cross back over the train
line and drain to Katie where she wait at Frank's house.
Tina would wait until he was clear, once again ready to
provide a naked distraction should the need arise. She
felt it strange, she HAD to remain clothed in public when
she was one with Justin but, because she could simply
disappear when necessary, streaking was a liberating
experience without real danger.
Today there had been danger. If Ritchie had returned
from work for some reason Tina would have had nowhere
safe to go. Their only strategy was for Justin to hide
until Ritchie was distracted and then hightail it out
while Tina joined him when she could, hopefully not
needing to disappear before his eyes. They had been more
than lucky and were grateful that the plot was nearing an
end.
**********
Adam put his papers away. It was late and Ritchie had a
bail hearing in the morning. He didn't foresee any
reason for the state to oppose bail; Ritchie didn't
really have the resources to just hightail it. His only
real asset was his house and that would be a bit hard to
sell while on the run.
No. Adam decided he would interview Ritchie again in his
office after court and they would go over everything with
a fine tooth comb. Maybe then Ritchie could come up with
some names and reasons for people to frame him. There
was something fishy about the set up, not fishy enough to
have the charges dismissed, but perhaps he could sew
enough doubt to negotiate a satisfactory plea bargain.
He wished that he could prove the conspiracy; it would be
satisfying to see he had been right. And he might even
have kept his client out of jail.
-----
Ainslie couldn't believe they had done it! She still
couldn't understand why they had even tried.
The concepts of levels of guilt and of a self-respect
based on the fact the five friends hadn't ignored someone
else's very real need when they could do something seemed
out of tune with society around them. They would, indeed
did, help Ainslie without necessarily liking her any more
or expecting her to change her feelings towards them.
It freaked her out more in some ways than being
threatened by the now bailed Ritchie. He hadn't come
near her house, being aware of the need to avoid adding
to his current woes, and, despite her nervous concern,
didn't connect her in any way with his arrest.
Ritchie WAS seething though. SOMEONE had framed him, set
him up if the woman who had dropped the bracelet was
involved, but the makeup job had been superb and both
Tyler and Leslie had "aged" sufficiently to avoid any
suggestion that the sophisticates were actually
schoolgirls from a quite average suburb; Ainslie never
entered his mind and, as his case proceeded, she
eventually became merely one of the more pleasant and
very temporary interludes from a distant past.
---
"Thank you." The sentiment WAS genuine, its expression
unforced and accepted generously. "Is there anything I
can do to repay you?"
The five of them had discussed it privately and decided
that they shouldn't even ask for her to lay off Leslie
and Tyler. Ainslie was just as likely to do so and
making it an obligation would be counter-productive.
Katie had made a suggestion and the others agreed the
minor request was fitting. She responded to Ainslie's
thanks.
"We don't need repaying though we do appreciate the
offer; we couldn't let that bastard continue. There is
one thing you COULD do if you want but it's not a
demand." She paused.
"My brother is a wiz at making electronic doodads and
helped us get the info on Ritchie, though he doesn't know
anything about him particularly or why we needed it; and
especially not that it had anything to do with you."
Ainslie wondered where this was going.
"We planned on rewarding him for a job well done but, if
you wish, you could do that instead. The Freshman End of
Year Dance is coming up; I know that's not something you
or we would normally be involved with. David is going
and I know he likes you. He hasn't got a date yet and I
wondered if you would consider going with him?"
(He likes me? I think I know who he is but when has he
even noticed me?)
"He's not unattractive and he's not a jerk", Leslie
added. "I would go but he's not likely to ask me or
Tyler."
Katie added, "Tina has said she will if you don't want to
but I think he would rather it was you. I know it's not
just the cred he might get by bringing an older date. He
does think you're attractive. Sorry, now it sounds like
we're pressuring you."
Ainslie was silent for a while. "I'll think about it.
Get him to ask me himself and I'll see." She looked at
Leslie and Tyler. "Sorry"
They understood. It was only a little but it was enough
and it was never too late. Things would never be
comfortable between them again - they couldn't be sure
Ainslie wouldn't revert and Ainslie couldn't accept their
behaviour - it was more they agreed to simply disagree
which really was all Leslie and Tyler had wanted from the
start.
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The story of David's date with Ainslie begins a new
series : Doppelganger - David's New Life
It can be read after this series or you may wish to read
Chapters 1-3 of that series now.
PdV
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