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Next Door Neighbor (M/f, M/F, M/f/f, f/f, F/f, M/F/f/f, anal, oral,
cons, inc) by Dorsai

LEGAL DISBLAMER
	You know the drill: Erotica blah, blah, blah; Legal age yadda,
yadda, yadda; Do not do this nag, nag, nag. 


INFORMATION
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NOTICE:
This is part NINE of the Next Door Neighbor story. It got a little long here at 
the end, so I decided to make it into two reasonable-length posts instead of 
one really HUGE one. I AM NOT DONE YET - THERE WILL BE A PART 10. _soon_ :-)

Dorsai
	
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Next Door Neighbor

Part Nine

We spent the rest of that evening watching TV, of all things. We sent out for 
pizza, and were all piled on the bed in my room as we ate it, watching a movie 
on one of the cable channels.
We went to bare skin, but more for comfort than desire; the same way, there was 
a reasonable amount of touching and groping, but it was more social that 
arousal. I think all of us needed to take a break.
When bedtime finally rolled around, there was a little discussion on sleeping 
arrangements. We finally decided that it would be acceptable if it looked like 
the girls had spent the night with Lucy; that meant that I could have a 
sleeping companion, as could Lucy. The girls discussed it, and finally decided 
that Robyn would stay with her mother, and Sandra would sleep with me.
The next morning, Lucy and I both got up at about the same time; as she was 
doing her makeup thing in her bathroom, I hauled Sandra into her room, and put 
her in bed with Robyn; the two of them quickly latched on to each other, even 
in their sleep, amusing Lucy greatly.
After a light breakfast, we were again headed to the office. Lucy seemed to 
realize that I had a lot on my mind, and was tolerant of the short answers I 
gave her when she tried to make conversation on the drive. Once there, I came 
out of it long enough to give her a proper kiss and hug before she left to tell 
the execs that I'd be done that morning, and wouldn't be back after lunch.
Back at my desk, I started to work after verifying that my laptop hadn't been 
tampered with. It was a busy morning for me, but I did manage to find out the 
last bits of information I needed, which told me where to get what was 
completely missing. As it got close to lunchtime, I eased myself out of their 
system, disconnected from their network, and went in to talk for a moment with 
the IS supervisor. I told her that I was done with what I'd been hired for, and 
let her know that I was out of their system. I thanked her for her help and 
tolerance; she responded by saying that she wished all the contractors she saw 
were as easy to deal with as I was. I thanked her again, and made my way 
outside, where I found Lucy waiting for me.
As I got in, she asked me how it went, and I told her that I had everything we 
needed, and that there simply wasn't any way for the execs to get away with 
what they'd been up to. She gave me delighted smile, and said that she'd called 
the local FBI office, and we had an appointment for 1:30. We left for a nice, 
leisurely lunch, and each had a glass of wine in celebration.
1:30 found us sitting in a small, nondescript office in FBI headquarters, 
waiting for a couple of agents to join us. After a short bit, the door opened, 
and in came a man and woman, he in his mid-twenties, her about ten years older. 
The woman introduced herself as Agent Clara Hawkes, and the man as Special 
Agent Charles Tunisi. Lucy and I introduced ourselves, and all of us sat down 
before  Agent Hawkes asked us how the FBI could help us. Lucy gave them some 
background on the situation, and what had happened. With that done, the Agents 
turned to me, and I ran them through a brief description of what I'd found. 
When I was done, Agent Tunisi looked at me and said "So why is it we should 
believe that you've found something? You admit that you're not an accountant or 
even a bookkeeper, but you say you've got proof that over three hundred million 
dollars has been siphoned off? Really, Mr. Andrews, I find it difficult to 
believe you; and I should warn you that the FBI takes a dim view of people 
wasting its agents time."
I looked at him in surprise before looking over at Agent Hawkes. She rolled her 
eyes, and told him "Charlie, did you read the file?"
"Uh, no."
"Why not?"
"Because the request came in from headquarters that somebody was requesting we 
meet with their local reps. Happens all the time, usually a waste."
"Charlie, did you bother to find out who was making the request?"
"No, why?"
"Because if you had, you would have found out that it was from a reputable 
company, and that headquarters asked we treat them nice - which you're not 
doing. Read the file, Charlie", she told him as she nudged a folder over in 
front of him. When he picked it up, she told us "Charlie, here, is a new agent. 
He didn't go through the Academy like the rest of us. Thought he knew 
everything when he got here, and still doesn't realize he doesn't. We pulled so 
many gags on him the first few months, he got the name Charlie 'the Tuna' 
Tunisi, because of how many times he took the hook. Believe it or not, he's 
actually better now, when he pays attention. Please, accept my apologies".
Lucy and I both nodded, and watched as Charlie read.
After a couple of minutes, he visibly paled, and looked up at me before going 
on. When that happened, Agent Hawkes told us "I was waiting for that." Then she 
turned to him and said "Charlie, maybe you need to start reading the file out 
loud?" Between telling us about his nickname and how he'd earned it, and 
talking to him this way, it was clear that she was slapping him down. Hard.
He looked at her, and she nodded that she was serious. He cleared his throat, 
and read
"Andrews, Daniel W., U.S. Army. Assigned Special Forces with all appropriate 
training; further assigned to Strike Team Alpha, a prototype for the Delta 
Force. Qualified with all personal weapons in the Army inventory. Rated Expert 
Pistol, Expert Rifle. Assigned duties were team sniper and explosives expert. 
Backup duties included communications and medic. Fluent in Russian, German, and 
Spanish. Received advanced sniper training, and advanced ordnance training. In 
both cases, class instructors requested he be retained for instructor duty. 
Ordnance instructor is reported as having said "I think he could blow the 
Hoover dam with three matches and can of lighter fluid, if you pushed him. He's 
that good." Instructor for unarmed combat, instructor for guerilla warfare 
tactics and strategy. Multiple missions, all classified. Received Silver Star, 
two Bronze Stars, two Purple Hearts, other commendations. Recommended for Medal 
Of Honor. Offered Officer school three times, all refused, last time saying 
"once through boot camp was enough". Others he served with describe him as 
"Smart", "Nerveless", "Gutsy", "fast-thinker", "integrity out the wazoo", and 
"unflappable". Commanding officers uniformly praised him in the highest terms.
"Served two tours before being discharged. Upon leaving the military, attended 
M.I.T., majoring in computer science. Graduated top one percent of his class. 
Masters degree in computer science, with a paper on "Data Recovery Through 
Forensic Analysis Techniques". Offered doctorate program, refused, saying "I've 
got my schooling, now I need an education". Standing offer from his dean to 
join doctorate program.
"Attended Princeton, graduated dual degrees in Philosophy and Mathematics. 
Questioned at Princeton about a surveillance system that was used to help bust 
a chemistry professor for manufacture and distribution of several drugs.
"Several jobs followed, each a move up. Supervisors uniformly disappointed that 
he left, but not upset. Started his own business ten years ago. File maintained 
because he is a contractor and contributor on several DoD contracts."
Lucy was staring at me through all of this; when he finished and put the folder 
down, Lucy looked at Agent Hawkes, who asked "You didn't know?"
Lucy shook her head, and said, "I knew some of it, in general, but not the 
details. He wouldn't talk to me about any of it."
Agent Hawkes smiled, and said "Good. He wasn't supposed to. I've seen the file 
that they used to make THAT one. Believe me, you don't *want* to know any more 
than what you've heard here."
That out of the way, Agent Hawkes looked at me again, and asked "So, Mr. 
Andrews, what is it that you propose?"
Lucy and I went through what we'd found in a little more detail, and I 
explained to Agent Hawkes what I had, and what I thought it meant. She called 
in a couple accountants and computer people, and they and I went through it in 
some detail. When I was done, and answered their questions, they told her I was 
right, then left. When they were gone, I went on to tell her what I thought 
*should* happen; when I told her about getting the execs out of the office, she 
smiled, and thanked me. Special Agent Tunisi just sat to the side, quietly, and 
watched the whole thing happen.
When I was done, Agent Hawkes excused herself and Charlie, saying that she had 
to get a couple things rolling. She asked if we wanted anything while she was 
gone, and Lucy and I both expressed an interest in a cup of coffee. A couple 
minutes later, Charlie brought it in. As he was heading out the door again, he 
turned to look at Lucy, then me, before saying "Mr. Andrews, I owe you two an 
apology. You came in here and were basically handing us a case against a couple 
of people that we've been after for months, and I was worse than rude. I'm 
sorry."
"As long as you learned something from it, Agent Tunisi", I told him.
He smiled, nodded, and went about his business.
A short time later, Agent Hawkes came back in, and sat down before telling us 
"Well, we've got a case. We've been after these folks for a while, and you've 
given them to us on a silver platter. Mr. Andrews, the FBI doesn't know 
everything, and I'd like to talk with you about what you think the best way of 
going at this would be."
"First off, I'd suggest that you get those characters under surveillance."
"Already done.", she smiled.
"Next, I'd leave them alone until you've had a chance to trace out all the bank 
accounts they've used. I've got a list of the first layer here; that will get 
your people started. Me, I'd be tempted to track not only where the money went 
from these accounts, but what other money was coming into them, as well."
She told me "I'd expect they'd do that, but I'll make sure to mention it. What 
else?"
"I expect the rest of us can keep them distracted while your people do their 
bank thing, as long as they don't dawdle. I think we - you - have a case now" - 
"Oh, we do!", she laughed - "but there's some more information that I think 
would add a few more nails to their coffin, at their offices. I simply didn't 
have the time to collect all of it. Also, I suspect that there are a couple of 
people that knew something was going on, but not what. If you can get their 
help, they could probably add to your case, as well."
She smiled at us, and said "One thing I've learned: there's no such thing as 
*too much* evidence. But wouldn't that tip our hand?"
"I don't think so, if you went at it right. If you start at the top and nab the 
top dogs, then the lower people just have to play dumb, and they're off the 
hook, for the most part. They won't fight you, they just won't HELP. If you hit 
them from the bottom, and let them know it's either give up their boss, or 
share a cell with him, they'll be a LOT more helpful."
She looked at me appreciatively, and said "I like the way you think, Mr. 
Andrews. I do believe we can arrange that. But what if one of our suspect calls 
the office?"
"Then the folks in the office do what you tell them to: hearts and minds, after 
all", I answered.
Agent Hawkes laughed, while Lucy looked confused. Agent Hawkes explained to her 
"An old Special Forces line I've heard: get 'em by the balls, and their hearts 
and minds will follow' - meaning that if we've got a cell waiting for the 
office people, they'll do about anything to stay out of it. Including lying to 
their bosses by telling them everything's fine."
She looked at me again and asked "Anything else?"
"I think the person you would want to talk to first would be their Information 
Services supervisor. I think she knows something was going on, didn't like it, 
but didn't know what to do about it. Give her a chance to say her piece, and 
I'll bet you'll be glad you did."
"Do you have any reason for saying that?"
"Just a gut feeling."
She looked at me speculatively, and said "I think I can trust your 'gut', Mr. 
Andrews. That's it?"
I nodded, and she looked at both Lucy and I before saying "Okay, here's the bad 
news. We have reason to believe that there is an organized crime element 
involved in this, indirectly. We don't expect to keep word about this quiet 
forever, even though it's been classified. There is a chance that you may come 
to the attention of that crime element, and they will not be pleased with you. 
I can offer you any help you might need until we get this taken care of - 
you've given us a key that unlocks the door to a LOT of money that's been 
misplaced, and we don't want to see anything happen to you."
Lucy looked at me, and I reassured her with a smile before telling Agent Hawkes 
"I'm not too worried about me." - she snorted - "But it would make me - and 
Lucy - feel better if there was somebody watching over us, *discretely*. You 
see, Lucy has a daughter, who's here in town with a friend, and they're staying 
at the hotel with us. We'd like to avoid alarming them, if we can."
Agent Hawkes nodded solemnly, and looked at Lucy, asking "What hotel? What's 
their room number?". Lucy told her, and Agent Hawkes got on the phone. A moment 
later, she told the other person "Bill? Clara here. We've got a 'go' on 
Operation Bandit. Yeah, he came through like a prince - we've got these guys 
*nailed*. One thing, though, is that the woman has a couple kids with her. 
Yeah."  She put her hand over the phone, and asked "Brief description? Ages?". 
Lucy told her, and she went back to the phone, telling 'Bill' the hotel and 
room number, and went on to tell him "Okay, here you go. Subject one, female, 
Robyn with a 'y', thirteen, five-three, dark and dark, slender. Subject two, 
female, Sandra, fifteen, five-five, light and light, slender. Observe and 
protect *discretely*. Yeah, Mom knows, so does he. Listen, Bill? Anything 
happens, and he gets involved, do NOT, I repeat NOT, get in his way; make sure 
you tell your people, too. Yeah, look at the file, you'll see. Thanks."
She turned back to us, saying "They'll have two people watching out for them in 
less than twenty minutes. We'll have a full crew in less than an hour." 
I nodded, and Lucy accepted my judgment, for the moment. I'd explain to her 
later that the FBI did a damn fine job of taking care of witnesses.
"Agent Hawkes" - "Please, call me Clara. I think we're going to be spending 
time together, and we might as well make it friendly" - "Fine, call us Dan and 
Lucy. Clara, what about Lucy, here?"
"We already figured to have some people on her. Plus you, too, I expect." - I 
smiled at her, she got the message - "Dan, do you carry?"
"Not normally. Never wanted to bother getting the permits and all that."
She frowned slightly, and said, "For this case, it would make me feel better if 
you would. Go shopping tonight, and pick something out you like. I'll have a 
federal permit for you tomorrow morning; give me the receipt, and we'll 
reimburse you. If it needs anything, we've got a guy here that can take care of 
it for you real quick like. Vest?"
"I don't own one."
"Okay, I'll have one waiting for you on your way out. They're a lot lighter and 
more comfortable now, so wear it, okay?"
I nodded, and she went to the phone again. As she was making arrangements for 
my vest and permit, I explained to Lucy that I'd be wearing a bulletproof vest 
when we went out, and carrying a gun. She got a real worried look when I told 
her that, and was ready to cry by the time Clara got off the phone. Clara saw 
it, and knew the reason.
"Lucy? I know it's scary. Scares me, too sometimes. But you're doing the right 
thing. We're the Federal Bureau of Investigation. This isn't the first time 
we've done this, and it won't be the last. You, and Dan here, are making a case 
for us that we've been on for months, if not years. We're going to protect you. 
AND your daughter, AND her friend. ALL of you are important to us. In fact, the 
people we assign to protect our witnesses are all volunteers, and have special 
training; if anything happens, THEY'LL get hurt, not you, not your kids, okay?" 
Lucy nodded, and Clara went on "All the stuff we're talking about, all the 
plans we're making to protect those girls and you, is _prevention_. The chances 
of catching measles is pretty small, isn't it?" - Lucy nodded - "But you took 
Robyn in for the shot anyway, didn't you? Well, that's what we're doing here - 
the chance of anyone bothering you are real small - but we want to make sure 
that nothing happens to you, or them, anyway. The first time she got sick, you 
were scared, weren't you? But it turned out okay, didn't it? Well, this is 
scary too, but it's going to turn out just as good, okay?"
Somewhat mollified, Lucy nodded, and dabbed at her tears. I knew that I was 
going to be doing some talking that night, though. Clara looked at me in 
sympathy; she knew it, too.
I asked Clara "Do we say anything to the girls? If so, how much?"
She got a thoughtful look on her face, and answered "Our experience has been 
that if they know a little bit, it's better for everybody involved. You don't 
have to tell them *everything*, but it helps if they know to watch out. How 
much to tell them depends on how mature they are, and how well they can handle 
themselves."
Lucy and I shared a smile at that.
Clara suddenly brightened up, and said "Come on with me, I've got an idea. How 
about if you two meet the man I was talking to?"
Lucy perked up a little at that, and I nodded. Clara stood up, and guided us 
through a few twists and turns in the corridors until we got to a rather bland 
looking room. Behind a desk sat a man that looked as though he was carrying the 
world on his shoulders. He stood up, and Clara made the introductions: "Bill, 
this is Lucy, and Dan. Dan and Lucy, this is Bill, the man I was talking to on 
the phone."
Bill shook hands with me before focusing on Lucy. He looked at her a moment, 
then said "It's okay. Both girls are at the hotel pool, and I've got three 
people watching out for them this very instant. Another hour, we'll have five 
more. Every one of them is armed, and wearing body armor. Their ONLY job right 
now is to make sure those girls, and you, don't get hurt. Every one of them is 
ready to get between either of those girls, and any trouble. Nothing's going to 
happen to them - they're OUR girls, too, now. I'm a father. I've got three 
daughters these girls' ages. I'd trust our people to protect them. In fact, I 
have."
Lucy looked at him questioningly, and he told her "It's a long story. Short 
version, a couple of drug dealers got mad because we kept them from killing a 
couple of witnesses. They thought they could take it out on me, through my 
family. One's dead, the other is in jail now, doing some seriously hard time. 
My daughters are fine - well, except for being teenagers!", he teased.
Lucy managed a small laugh, and nodded her understanding.
That taken care of, Bill turned to look at me. He asked me "You ready for 
this?" I just looked him in the eye, and after a moment, he answered his own 
question "Yeah, you're ready." He turned to Clara, and said, "I read his file; 
thanks for the heads up. My people know to leave him alone; after seeing these 
two, I can tell them why, too.
Suddenly, Bill made as though to jump at Lucy.
As he was picking himself up off the floor on the other side of the room, he 
groaned, and said, "I think you broke a rib."
"Good."
Lucy and Clara were just standing there, trying to figure out what happened.
He tried to laugh, then grimaced, before saying "Sorry about that, but I just 
*had* to be sure you could still do it. I don't like to lose witnesses."
"Fair enough. Glad I didn't hurt you too bad."
"Me, too."
Clara finally spoke up, asking him "Bill, what the hell did you think you were 
doing?"
He smiled and told her "I had to know if he was good enough - at least, as good 
as his file said."
"And?"
"He's better", with another grimace.
She frowned at him, and told him "Okay, Mr. Macho, now go see the doc and get 
yourself taken care of."
He nodded, and excused himself before heading down the hall.
Clara turned to us and asked "Do you have any more questions right now?"
Lucy and I both shook our heads, and Clara told us "Then I'd like to meet with 
you again tomorrow morning, say, ten o'clock, if that's okay. Until then, I 
think I'd better get you out of here before anyone actually gets hurt!", 
smiling.
She guided us back to the front, where the receptionist had a small package for 
me. Out of Lucy's hearing, Clara told me "Please, get something as soon as 
possible. We'll have some people follow you tonight, just in case. If anything 
happens, we'll be there." I nodded my understanding before Lucy and I headed 
for her car.
Back at the hotel, Lucy and I headed first for the rooms; when we didn't find 
the girls, both of us changed into casual clothing - I put on the vest they'd 
given me - and headed for the pool where we found Robyn and Sandra splashing 
around. We sat down at a table near where they'd left their robes, and Lucy 
whispered to me "I don't see anybody."
I told her, softly, "You don't need to whisper, okay? There's nobody close 
enough to hear us, and the noise in here would beat any listening devices. 
Actually, I can see all four of them."
"Four?" she asked.
"Yeah. The exec over there with the laptop? Too noisy in here to get anything 
done, and he's looking around too much. The college girl on the lounge?" - "You 
mean the built one?", Lucy asked, archly - "Yeah, her. No tan, but she's too 
fit not to have gotten at least SOME sun. That, and her bag is a little too big 
- meaning she'd got plenty of room to reach in and grab the gun that's in 
there. The guy by the door, reading the paper? He's not holding it the way most 
people would, and not changing pages often enough, even if he was reading every 
word. He's looking around too much, too. Last, the lady with the baby carriage 
over there. She keeps leaning over toward it, but there's no noise coming out 
of it, and she'd not actually doing anything with it."
Lucy looked at me, and asked "How do you know all that? How did you see it? 
What if ONE of them isn't FBI?"
"I know all it because of what I did before, remember? I saw it for the same 
reasons. If one of them wasn't FBI, at least of the FBI people would be 
watching him or her. But none of them is paying any attention to any of the 
others. The guys should at LEAST be looking over at the babe in the swimsuit", 
and earning myself a short jab from her elbow before she realized I was teasing 
her.
About that time, the girls saw us, and popped out of the pool to come over and 
sit with us. As they were walking toward us, I whispered to Lucy to see if any 
of the FBI guys eyeballed the girls. She discretely looked, and whispered back 
"Not a one. What are they, eunuchs?" 
I whispered back "Nope. That's just how dedicated they are to making sure 
nobody gets hurt." - making her realize just how serious these folks were about 
protecting her and the girls.
The four of us chatted for a few minutes before I suggested that we head up to 
the rooms and figure out what to do for the evening. The girls quickly agreed, 
and collected their stuff so the four of us could head to the rooms. On the way 
out, I stopped by the guy reading the paper by the door, and knelt down to tie 
my shoes. From there, I softly told him "We'll be up in the rooms for at least 
a half hour before going out - probably to the mall." The guy played his  part, 
and pretended to ignore me - but gave me a look when I added "Bill will tell 
you the rest."
After that, I stood up again, and quickly caught up with the rest of them. Lucy 
fell back to whisper to me "What were you DOING?"
I answered her by telling her that I'd let the protection people know how long 
they had before we'd be back out. When she asked why, I simply asked her "How 
long can you hold YOUR bladder?" - and got a grin in return.
Back in the rooms, the girls quickly skinned out of their suits, and came over 
to give me a hug - and noticed the vest I was wearing. They looked up at me in 
curiosity, and Lucy and I told them to have a seat, we needed to have a talk. 
Both quickly planted their cute fannies on chairs, looking at us with some 
trepidation.
Lucy and looked at each other, and I spoke first, telling them "You know that 
your mom and I have been trying to catch some people that have been stealing 
from her client's company, right?"
They nodded, and I went on "Well, I've got evidence that proves what they did - 
I mean, not just that there was money stolen, but WHO stole it, and how, and 
when. Because they put some of the money in banks in other states, that means 
that what they did is a federal offense - which means that it involves the 
FBI."
They nodded again before I went on "Lucy and I were at the FBI office today, 
where I showed them the evidence that I have. They were very happy to see us 
because the people that have been doing the stealing have been doing other 
stuff, too - and the FBI has been trying to find something to charge them with 
for a while. So when Lucy and I showed them what we had, they were very happy. 
They also told us that there are some really big criminals involved, and that 
these criminals probably wouldn't like having their friends go to jail, or like 
losing all the money that was stolen."
Again, nods, and I continued "These criminals are pretty mean, and they might 
want to try to do something to keep me and Lucy from doing anything to help the 
FBI. Maybe even try to do something to hurt YOU. So the FBI has some people 
watching out for us. You probably didn't notice, but there were even some of 
them down at the pool."
Here, Sandra chirped up, saying "I was wondering about a couple of the guys. I 
mean, Robyn and I were running around in our wet suits, and they wouldn't even 
LOOK at us!" - and making me and Lucy both laugh.
I told them "Well, that's why - not because you aren't cute and sexy, but 
because they were watching to make sure no bad guys could do anything. So if 
you see anybody watching you, there's no need to be worried, or afraid. Just 
let me or Lucy know, so we know who they are - that way, we can ask them for 
help if we need it. Okay?"
Both of them voiced their agreement before Robyn asked "But what about you and 
Mom?"
"Me and your mom are a special case. The FBI people are watching us, too, to 
make sure we stay safe, but because your mom and I will be moving around a lot, 
it's harder for them to take care of us. That, and because I did some special 
stuff in the Army, they're letting me be the one that does most of the 
protecting of Lucy."
Robyn grinned, and asked "But who's gonna protect her from YOU? Or you from 
her?" - and getting laughs from all of us before I continued "That's our 
problem - if it's a problem at all. Do YOU want to be protected from ME?"
She grinned again, and said "Nope! Not a chance!"
I smiled back at her and said "Well, because I'm the one watching out for your 
mom, I'm wearing a bulletproof vest" - both of them sobered at that - "but ONLY 
because it makes the FBI and your mom feel better. NONE of us expects there to 
be any trouble; we're just doing all this as a precaution. Kind of like getting 
an IUD, so you don't get pregnant."
That seemed to reassure her, and I went on to say "One of the other things the 
FBI asked me to do was to carry a gun." Immediately, both girls got serious 
again, before I could tell them "Not that they expect me to need it, but just 
so I'd have it if there WAS any trouble. Again, it's like carrying a snakebite 
kit if you go hiking - you probably won't need it, but it's a good idea to have 
it, if you do. Okay?"
Both of them expressed doubt at that idea, but I went on to tell them "Look at 
it this way - if the bad guys know I have a gun, they won't want to make 
trouble, right?"
That seemed to calm them down again - it didn't occur to them that if I was 
armed, the bad guys would just come better equipped.
With Sandra and Robyn filled in, and reasonably accepting of the situation, the 
only thing left was to decide what to do about supper, and the rest of the 
evening. We haggled over that one until I had an idea. I went to my room, and 
called down to the desk, asking the operator to put me in touch with one of the 
FBI people. In just a couple of seconds, I heard a male voice that identified 
itself as Agent Gallery.
"Agent Gallery, I've got a proposition for you."
"What's that, sir?"
"The ladies and I were going to go to do a little shopping this evening, and I 
thought you might like to work with us on it - try and make both our lives 
easier. What do you say?"
"That would be very nice, sir. What did you have in mind, sir?"
"Well, first thing is supper. I don't think you folks would look forward to 
trying to watch out for us in a regular restaurant. So what I'd propose is that 
one of you contact Muddy Waters - I served with him, and trust him - at Caf, 
Triomphe, and see if he's got a small room we can use. If he does, we'll eat 
there. Otherwise, if you can recommend a decent place to eat, we'll go there - 
so you can have some time to get it covered."
"Yes, sir, we're aware of your friendship with Mr. Waters. I think we can reach 
him" the agent told me.
"I figured. The other thing is, as Agent Hawkes suggested, I plan to buy a 
weapon this evening. Perhaps you or one of your colleagues would be able to 
recommend a, shall we say, friendly place? Seeing as how I'm from out of town?"
"I think we can come up with something along those lines, sir."
"Great. Last thing, the ladies would like to do some shopping. Clothes, 
jewelry, that sort of thing. Me, I'd like to have a look at some electronics 
and computer stuff. Something like a mall, perhaps. Again, I'll ask your 
recommendation, so that you and your people can cover it. Whatever size mall or 
shopping center you think would be best. Like I said, we're willing to work 
with you."
"We appreciate that, sir. Actually, in a case like this, the best bet is to be 
as public as possible, so any one of the malls would be fine. The Galaxy mall 
is the biggest, with an excellent selection of stores."
"Sounds fine, Agent Gallery. I've got a pretty good idea of what I want in a 
handgun, so I don't expect that to take long. What would be a decent 
itinerary?"
"I'd say supper, then the gun store, then the mall, sir."
"Fair enough. You'll let me know how to get to there at Muddy's place, right? 
I'm sure we can find the biggest mall in town", I joked.
No joking for this guy. "Yes, sir, we'll have directions for you before you 
leave, and the owner will be expecting you."
"Thank you, Agent Gallery. By the way, which one are you?"
"Sir?"
"You're either the exec working on his laptop, or the guy reading the paper. 
You don't sound like either the babe in the swimsuit, or the mother with the 
carriage."
He hesitated a moment, and said "Actually, sir, I just got here a few minutes 
ago. I know all of the agents you just mentioned. Were they really that 
obvious, sir?"
"Not at all - I just know what I was looking for."
"How did you spot them, sir?"
I went on to tell him the observations I'd made to Lucy. When I was done, I 
told him "It's okay. Nobody else noticed. It's just that I've been on the 
pointy end of the stick a time or two, and Agent Hawkes got me going."
He sounded relieved, and said "Yes, sir, thank you, sir. I'll mention it to the 
agents involved. We like to keep it as casual looking as possible, and you just 
helped us do that."
"That's fine. Like I said, it was a good showing; it's just that these ladies 
are special to me, and I'm not your normal protectee."
"So I've been told, sir. Silver star, and such. By the way, sir, Bill did have 
a broken rib, but said to tell you 'thanks for the lesson'"
"Glad to hear he's okay. You'll let me know what Muddy has to say?"
"Yes, sir."
"Thanks. Have a good evening."
"You, too, sir" he told me before hanging up.
I let Lucy and the girls know what the plan was, and aside from the side trip 
to the gun store, they were pretty happy at the idea. We sat around chatting 
for a few minutes before the phone in my room rang. I hustled to answer it, and 
heard Agent Gallery announce himself before telling me that Muddy had a small 
room ready for us whenever we got there. I asked him if he needed any time 
before we left, and he cautiously asked for five minutes. I told him fifteen, 
and he sounded pleased when he agreed.
Lucy and the girls were listening to my side of the conversation, and when it 
was over, quietly cheered at the idea of another supper at Muddy's place. Me, I 
was ready to go to McDonalds - I didn't look forward to arguing with Muddy over 
the check. It being a private supper, the three of them opted to dress 
comfortable - Lucy in a cotton something-or-other that flattered her shape, the 
girls in light dresses that still managed to make it clear they were female. I 
changed into a looser shirt, and called it good enough.
When the allotted time was up, the four of us headed out the door - and 
spotting someone casually lounging about in the hallway. All three of them 
looked at me, and I just shrugged. I didn't tell them, but I could spot the 
slight bulge of a weapon under the college kid's aloha shirt.
There wasn't anybody obviously hanging around in the lobby, or out in the 
parking lot - but Lucy and I knew they were there. We got in her car, and this 
time, she drove us all to Muddy's. At the front door, the headwaiter recognized 
us immediately, and guided us to a small room at the back of the restaurant. As 
early as it was, the place hadn't really gotten busy yet, so there weren't many 
people to see us.
The door between us and the main dining area had barely closed when Muddy came 
in, asking me "Boomer, what the hell have you gotten us into this time?"
 "What do you mean 'us'? You got a mouse in your pocket?" I answered.
"Dammit, you think I'm gonna get a call from the FBI, asking if I've got a room 
for you and these ladies without knowing you're in some kind of trouble? I KNOW 
you're not stupid enough to think that you're gonna get in trouble without me 
wanting to help out!"
I sighed, and said "Ah, HELL. Okay, Muddy, here's the deal. I've been in town 
helping Lucy figure out what's been going on out at TechnoDynamics. Seems a 
couple of the execs liberated some of the company's money, and I helped figure 
out the who and when and where. Tolerable chunk of change, three hundred 
million and up. Company Lucy works for wants to put them in jail, and see if 
they can get their money back. Well, the money went to out of state banks, 
which brings in the FBI. FBI lady tells us that there's maybe quote organized 
crime unquote involved. They get kind of nervous, and all of a sudden, we've 
got protection. Well, Lucy and the girls, more than me."
He frowned at me, and said "Well, you want some help, you know where to find 
me. I can get hold of some of the other guys, too, if you want. Just say the 
word."
"Nah, don't need any of that. It's just the FBI being paranoid, is all, I 
think. Anyway, we're not going to be in town that much longer."
He gave me the fisheye, but didn't say anything, other than "Well, don't be 
opening that door too fast, or you'll likely scare the fellas sitting at the 
table outside it."
Then he turned to Lucy and the girls, smiling broadly as he asked them how they 
were, and if they'd had a nice time during their last visit. All three hastened 
to assure him they were fine, and had enjoyed the place tremendously.
He asked us what we were hungry for, and the four of us just shared a look 
before Robyn said, "Those steaks last time were great, but I'm actually kind of 
in the mood for just a cheeseburger", apologetically. Lucy and Sandra nodded in 
agreement.
When he looked at me, I told him "Sound pretty good, to me too, actually. 
Besides, I know this is kind of a rush job, Muddy."
He smiled again, and said, "If the lady wants a cheeseburger, then it's a 
cheeseburger she'll have. Won't be 'just' a cheeseburger, though."
When he left, I went over to the door to the main dining area, and knocked 
before opening it a crack. I found an agent standing there, and quickly invited 
him in. I asked his name, and he told me that he was Special Agent Wilson. I 
asked him if I could speak to whoever was in charge of the detail, and he said 
that Agent Gallery would be with me in a moment, before slipping out the door.
A couple minutes later, I heard a discrete knock at the door, and told the 
other person to come on in - I was standing to the side, ready to drop whoever 
it was. A man in a suit came in, and quickly identified himself as Agent 
Gallery. We shook hands, and I thanked him for his help. He thanked me for 
working with them, and I told him that if he didn't mind, I'd like to make 
arrangements for the people with us to get a decent meal - that if he accepted, 
I'd get Muddy with him to work out who got to eat when, and so on. He readily 
agreed, and I told him that we'd be happy to stay there a little extra time so 
his people could eat, if he wanted. He assured me that wasn't necessary, saying 
that the last ones to eat would be those going off shift. He also handed me a 
sheet of paper with directions to a gun store, saying that the owner was a 
retired FBI agent, and would be agreeable to me taking my weapon with me. I 
thanked him, again, and he assured me he was glad to be able to help. In short 
order, we'd made arrangements to be able to contact each other easily, and he 
went back into the dining area.
A couple minutes later, Muddy came in with our salads, and I asked him if he 
had some chow to spare - I wanted to make sure the FBI people didn't go hungry. 
He said he had enough to fix them up with about anything they wanted. I told 
him that I wanted to pay for it, and the argument began. I wanted to pay 
because it was Lucy and the girls they were protecting. Muddy wanted to do it 
because it was me asking. We finally settled it so that he covered the FBI 
people, and I paid for the meals for the rest of us. A poor compromise, but the 
best I could get out of him. That settled, I gave him Agent Gallery's name, and 
he headed off to make the arrangements.
About the time we finished our salads, Ricky, from our previous visit, came in 
with our cheeseburgers. He presented them to us as though they weren't anything 
less than the steaks we'd had last time - and after each of us took a bite, we 
had to agree with him: the same delicious flavor, only in a sandwich. Each of 
us also had a portion of crispy, golden french-fries, and fresh toppings for 
our burgers. We took our time, savoring each bite, even chatting with Muddy 
when he came in to join us. Having Muddy there, telling stories as we ate, did 
wonders to distract Lucy and the girls from why we were there in the first 
place.
When we'd finished that part of our meal, Muddy headed off again, reappearing a 
short time later with bowls of ice cream for us all. None of us thought 
anything of it, until we'd taken a bite - then realized just how good this ice 
cream was! Muddy chuckled, and told us "That's *fresh* ice cream folks. It's 
just plain old vanilla, made just _today_, with FRESH ingredients and REAL 
vanilla beans. What do you think?" Robyn looked up at him with an impish grin, 
and said "Beats grubs!" - and earning herself a roar of laughter from him.
We took our time with the ice cream, too - it was simply too good to hurry. 
Finally, though, it was gone - and after Ricky had cleared the bowls from the 
table, another waiter brought in cups of coffee for me, and Lucy, and hot 
chocolate for Sandra and Robyn. We all sat around, listening as Muddy told 
stories and joked with us. Finally, though it was time to go. As we were 
leaving, Muddy pulled me aside and said "If it's really the Mob involved, you 
might want to look up Guido. He's here in town."
I looked at Muddy in surprise, and he let me know "Nah, he's not in the family 
business; everything I hear, he's stayed out of it completely. But it's still 
HIS family, y'know? Might be he has something to say."
I thanked him, and he clapped me on the shoulder, almost breaking it, before 
escorting us to the front door - nearly surrounded by pleased-looking FBI 
agents. I think he shook up one agent when he told the man "Those folks are my 
*friends*, Mister FBI. You watch after 'em GOOD, you hear?" The agent just 
nodded his head, and got while the getting was good.
 From the Caf,, we went to the gun store Agent Gallery had told me about. The 
girls, wanted to see what it looked like; Lucy went with us to keep an eye on 
them. Inside, I found what could only have been the owner - a somewhat grizzled 
older man, with eyes that missed nothing, and a look that said he was the 
sorrier for what he'd seen. Right behind us came Agent Gallery, and a couple of 
his people - more to reassure the owner, than for protection, I thought.
I introduced myself, and he looked me over before saying "Yup. Been expecting 
you. Glad to see you've got company. Guess you're in kind of a fix?"
I smiled wryly, and said, "Some might think so. Seems some folks think I need 
to carry, again."
"You looking for anything in particular?"
"I got kinda fond of the .45, some time ago."
He looked at me again, and said "Military?"
"Army. Special Forces."
He nodded, and said, "These kids today, they all like those little nine 
millimeter popguns. Me, I like something that makes bigger holes, and will 
knock someone down so they don't get up again. I've got something over here you 
might be interested in. A customer special ordered a long-slide .45, paid the 
deposit for it, but never came in to collect it. Had it laying around here for 
a couple months." I'd followed him over to where it was, and he opened the case 
up to let me look it over - and gave a grudging nod of approval as I carefully 
checked to make sure it wasn't loaded. I racked the slide a couple of times, 
holding the hammer with my thumb as I checked the trigger; I saw approval in 
his eyes that I wasn't letting the hammer drop.
I was looking at the grips when he told me "That's some fancy new rubber kind 
of stuff; won't slip in your hand, no matter how wet it is. Seems to work 
pretty good."
I hefted it, and checked how it felt when I held it out - nice and solid, but 
not 'heavy'. When I set it back on the counter, I asked him "How much?" He 
looked me over, and asked "What the boys tell me, about why they're on you - 
that true?"
"Yup."
He looked over to where Lucy and the girls were examining a display of 
shotguns, then looked back at me before saying "Them the ones you're wanting 
this for?"
"Yup."
He thought a few moments, and said "Tell you what. You being military and all, 
and knowing how to treat a decent firearm - I'll let you have it for cost, just 
to get it out of here. Be worth it to me if it helps you keep those pretty 
girls from getting hurt."
I thanked him, and said that I'd be needing some ammo for it, and a holster. 
When he asked me what ammo I wanted, I told him "The heaviest you've got; 
preferably silvertip, but hollow point will do, too." He smiled at me and said 
"You don't want 'em getting up, do you?" - and laughed when I answered "Not if 
I gotta shoot 'em in the first place." He rummaged around a moment, and put a 
couple boxes of ammo on the counter, next to the pistol. I asked if he had any 
spare magazines, and he came up with a couple of those, too. Then we went over 
to have a look at the holsters; I finally settled on a little number that would 
fit under my waistband, at the small of my back. He added it all up, and I gave 
him cash for the purchase. He looked at me, and raised an eyebrow; I just said 
"I thought it might make the paperwork easier". He smiled, and when he brought 
me over the forms to fill out for the handgun purchase, I carefully didn't 
notice they were all dated for a couple of days previous. When he brought me my 
change, I asked "You got a range in here that I can use? Kinda like to make 
sure I still remember which end the bullets come out of." He grinned, and said 
"Oh, I reckon you still know."
I looked around, and saw Lucy looking at me. I gestured her over, and asked 
"I'm going to fire a few rounds through this thing to get a feel for it. Your 
call if you and the girls want to watch."
She thought about it a few seconds, and finally told me "Yeah, it would 
probably be a good idea. Let them know that it's not a toy, and show them that 
you're really there to protect them. Okay, we'll watch."
As she went off to herd them over, the owner went over and locked the front 
door, saying "Well, that's it for the night. I'll be closing up after you folks 
leave."
When he got back, we were all ready, and he guided us to the indoor pistol 
range he had in the back. A couple of the agents followed us - as much to see 
if I could shoot, as to watch over us, I suspected. The owner handed out safety 
glasses and hearing protectors before showing me to the firing line. I 
carefully loaded all the magazines, leaving them next to the pistol as I put 
the holster in place at my back. One of the agents put a silhouette target up 
for me, and ran it down the range a little ways. I looked around to make sure 
Lucy and the girls were ready, and out of the way, before sliding a magazine 
in. I drew the slide back, and let it move forward, putting a round in the 
chamber.
I put it up in front of me, and carefully sighted in on the target, and eased 
the trigger back, firing the first round. The owner was watching the target 
through a small scope, and called out "Nine, two o'clock", telling me where I'd 
hit the target. I fired again, and he called out "Nine to Ten, Twelve o'clock". 
Again I fired, and he announced "Ten ring, Twelve o'clock". Then "Ten to X, 
twelve o'clock". Then "X-ring, Twelve o'clock". The last three, all he said was 
"X-ring" - meaning that I'd actually hit the 'X' that marked the center of the 
target area.
The FBI people were looking at me strangely, and I let the empty magazine drop, 
and the agent that had put the target up for me brought it back in - revealing 
that the last three shots had left a single ragged hole in the target. He 
quickly put up another one, and sent it down the range - a little farther.
I slid the second magazine home, and held the pistol at my side, waiting. The 
owner knew what I was waiting for, and after a few seconds, called out "NOW!" I 
quickly put the pistol in firing position, and popped off a couple of rounds, 
listening as the cases hit the floor with a 'tink-tink', before putting the 
weapon back at my side. Several seconds later, we did it again. Then again, and 
again. With the pistol empty, I set it next to the last loaded magazine as the 
agent got the target back - this time with only a single, bigger, hole in it's 
center. He looked at me again, and put a third target up, then sent it down the 
range again - this time, all the way to the end - fifty feet, or so.
I slid the last loaded magazine into the pistol, and then put the pistol in the 
holster. I turned sideways to the target, and waited. And waited some more. 
Finally, the owner shouted "BANG!" - and in a single, fluid, motion, I drew the 
pistol, and emptied it into the target as quickly as I could before letting my 
arm fall to my side.
Through the cloud of cordite, the FBI agent got the target back, and removed 
it. He laid it on the wooden shelf that made up the firing line, and whistled. 
Then he looked at me in awe before using the palm of his hand to cover all 
eight holes in the target's x-ring.
I removed the last magazine, and put it and the pistol on the shelf before 
removing my glasses and hearing protectors. The owner looked at the target, and 
simply said "Yup. Figured you'd remember which end the bullets came out of!", 
before laughing quietly. As I reloaded the magazines, the owner pulled out a 
cleaning brush, and ran it through the barrel as I watched. I nodded in thanks 
to him when he finished, and told him "It's a nice weapon. Trigger's a little 
gritty, though." He smiled and said "I'd take care of it for you, but I just 
don't have the touch for it any more", before showing me his arthritic hands. 
Then he told me "I reckon you'll be okay for tonight; Mike down at the office 
can polish that up for you in about ten minutes, tomorrow." I thanked him 
again, and he just laughed, saying "Pleasure's mine. Nice to see someone that 
can shoot a proper gun - instead of those damn popguns these kids carry!", that 
last at increased volume, and aimed at the FBI agents, who just smiled.
With all the magazines reloaded, I slid one back into the pistol, then cycled 
the slide, putting a live round in the chamber. I removed the magazine, and 
replaced the round with one of the two that were left over from the box before 
sliding it back into the pistol. The owner watched me with a smile, not saying 
a word as I put the pistol in the holster - which had a nice pair of pockets on 
it to hold the other two magazines. The whole thing was surprisingly light and 
small, and the waistband of my pants kept it neatly tucked against my back, 
where it was less likely to be noticed.
As we left the firing range, Lucy and the girls were looking at me in wonder - 
the girls more so than Lucy, who at least had SOME idea that I could shoot.
When we got back into the store proper, I saw the other agents looking at the 
two that had been on the range with me - and saw the nods and thumbs-up they 
got in answer. I also saw that the agent that had taken care of the targets for 
me had brought them along, and was showing them to Agent Gallery as he 
explained what I'd done. He came over to where Lucy and I were standing and 
said "That's a nice bit of shooting. It'll make my people feel better, knowing 
you hit what you aim at". The owner was standing nearby, and said "Oh, yeah, 
he'll make 'em count, all right!" before laughing again.
 We all started to head for the door, and I thanked the owner for his time and 
trouble; he just said "Use that thing well, if you need it, and that'll be 
thanks enough. My age, it's nice to know that there's still decent people in 
the world, and meet some of 'em every now and then. You just watch out for 
those girls, you hear?"
I assured him I would, and he let us out; we all waited patiently until we 
heard the door lock, and saw him wave to us.
Back in the car, Lucy hugged me, and said "I never thought I'd be saying this, 
but watching you shoot like that made me *so* horny. Uh, was I seeing things, 
or were those FBI people kind of impressed?"
"Might have been impressed, I suppose. More relieved to know I wouldn't shoot 
them by accident, more likely" I told her. She gave me a playful pinch, before 
I reached back to hand the remaining loose bullet that had been left over to 
the girls. Each looked at it in curiosity, then looked at me. I asked them "If 
I threw that at you, it would probably hurt, wouldn't it?" They nodded, and I 
asked "If I threw it really fast, it would hurt more, wouldn't it" Again, they 
nodded, and I went on "Now, when a bullet comes out of a gun, it's going at 
LEAST a hundred times faster than I could ever throw those. That's why it's so 
dangerous. So you know why I'm telling you that you are to NEVER, EVER touch 
the gun without my permission. I mean it. If I *ever* see _either_ of you even 
TOUCH this pistol, I WILL spank you senseless. You understand?" Both nodded 
solemnly, before Robyn spoke up, saying "Dan, I was pretty scared when you had 
to get the gun, and I almost wet myself when you shot it the first time. But I 
saw how those people acted when they saw you shoot, and how good you hit the 
target. I'm still scared about what might happen, but I know you'll protect us. 
I just don't want YOU to get hurt, either, okay?"
I smiled at both of them, and said "I won't, short stuff. Remember, before *I* 
get involved, the bad guys have to go through the FBI agents. Protecting sex 
bombs like you two is their JOB, and they're very good at it. Okay?"
Both smiled back at me, and I turned around to watch as Lucy took us to the 
mall - noticing along the way that there were a couple of cars keeping pace 
with us, if at a distance.
Once at the mall parking lot, one of the cars pulled up next to us; I saw Lucy 
start to get nervous, and patted her hand to reassure her. When the window on 
the other car rolled down, she could see that it was Agent Gallery, and she 
rolled her window down, too, to hear him say "We've been kind of holding a 
parking space for you, so if you'll follow me, we'll be all set." She nodded 
her agreement, and stayed with him as he led us to a spot that was fairly close 
to one of the entrances, and almost directly under one of the lights. I think 
all of us were surprised when we got out of the car, and saw how many other 
people were getting out with us - there were a full dozen of them, not 
including the ones with Agent Gallery.
Lucy looked at me, and asked "All this for *us*?"
I chuckled, and said "yeah, all this for you - and the two ragamuffins, of 
course."
This time, the girls realized I was teasing, and didn't rise to the bait, 
opting instead to fairly radiate Dignity at me.
Agent Gallery approached, and said "We've got a nice mix of agents tonight, so 
there shouldn't be any problems. Uh, ladies" - Lucy and the girls turned to 
face him, and he went on "this is kind of delicate, but don't be worried if 
someone follows you into the bathroom. At least one of our female agents will 
be with you all the time, and they'll just be there to make sure no one bothers 
you, okay?"
Lucy and the girls got surprised looks on their faces, then went through mild 
embarrassment, before he went on to tell them "Other than that, there's nothing 
for you to worry about. We'll be watching out for you from a little ways off, 
so you don't have to worry about drawing attention, or anything like that. Just 
go ahead and do what you'd normally do, and everything will be fine. We're here 
to make sure you're okay, not get in your way or cause you any problems."
Lucy and both girls nodded at that, then shared a look that plainly said "I'll 
believe it when I see it." Agent Gallery didn't seem offended; only confident 
in his people.
The girls and Lucy headed for the mall entrance, and I hung back a moment so 
Agent Gallery could talk to me if he wanted to. I noticed that all but a couple 
of the people around us began drifting the same general direction as Lucy and 
the youngsters. I also noticed that they weren't all dressed the same - a 
couple of the women looked like housewives looking for a bargain, a couple more 
looked like business women out to expand their wardrobes, and the rest could 
easily pass as secretaries. The men with them were similarly disguised.
A thought occurred to me, and I asked Agent Gallery "You've got more inside, 
don't you?"
He grinned, and said "Better believe it. We've even got a 'blind' guy wandering 
around with an explosives-sniffing dog. I don't think even _you_ realize what 
kind of present you gave us, and how important all of you are to it."
"Tell me."
He got surprisingly reticent with me about then, and I reminded him "Listen, 
it's ME, remember? I'm the guy that helped pull it together, okay? Remember 
where we just came from?"
Grudgingly, he said "We've been after the folks at TechnoDynamics since they 
started there. We were 'interested' in them even before that, before they all 
got together. We KNOW they're crooked. We KNOW they're funneling Mob money 
through TechnoDynamics accounts. We KNOW that some of the money is being used 
to move drugs, and weapons. We just didn't have anything to use to bust them - 
until you came along. With even a *little* luck, we're going to take out better 
than half an entire mob family, and seize nearly a billion dollars - yes, 
that's billion with a 'B'."
I gave a silent whistle, and he added "Believe me, this entire operation is 
code-word classified. We've had people ready to move on something, _anything_, 
for the last year. Yeah, this is big. And you and those three are right in the 
middle of it. So yeah, we're going to protect you. Them. Ah, hell, you know 
what I mean."
I grinned at him, and said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. Listen, about 
everything I came up with is on the laptop I left in your offices. I get hurt, 
you can still go on - but you damn well make sure nothing happens to them, 
right?"
He looked at me soberly, and said "Mr. Andrews, I know what this case means. 
*I'm* ready to take a bullet for them. So is everyone else around you. Nothing 
is going to happen to them - or you - if WE have anything to say or do about 
it."
He held my gaze, and I finally responded, "Fair enough, Agent Gallery. We're 
both after the same thing: put the bad guys away, and keep those ladies alive, 
healthy, and happy."
We shook hands, and I headed off to catch up with Lucy and the girls.
The four of us wandered around in the mall for quite some time; stopping every 
so often so someone could look at something more closely, or make a purchase. I 
bought a nice digital camera, and a shiny new laptop to replace the one I 
didn't think I'd get back any time soon. Lucy found herself a nice (!!) teddy, 
while the girls picked out some pretty flimsy bras and panties. Then the group 
of us headed over to look over the things in a jewelry store. They all found 
something interesting to them, but decided not to buy any of it - but when they 
weren't looking, I gave the cashier my credit card, and bought it for them, 
hiding the purchases in my bags. I also bought something else that I carried in 
my pocket.
When the girls headed off for a pit stop, I noticed a couple of women suddenly 
decide they needed one, too - Lucy saw them, too, and looked at me. I nodded, 
and she seemed satisfied that Robyn and Sandra were being looked after.
When they got back, neither seemed to have noticed their company; they went on 
chattering about all the different things that interested them.
We wandered around another hour or so, then decided to head back to the hotel. 
Back out in the parking lot, the girls finally noticed our escort. Once in the 
car, they started talking about it with each other, and finally decided that it 
was actually 'pretty cool' - when Lucy heard that, she looked at me, and smiled 
in relief that they were adapting to the situation so well.
As we were heading for our rooms, I signaled Agent Gallery to give me a call on 
the phone. Back in our rooms, Lucy and the girls huddled in Lucy's room to 
compare purchases while I went to my room to put mine away. While there, the 
phone rang, and I answered it to hear Agent Gallery. I told him that I only 
wanted to let him know that we wouldn't be going out any more that night, and 
confirm the appointment Lucy and I had for the next morning. He verified both, 
then made a request. After a brief discussion, I agreed to it, and we both hung 
up.
With my toys put away, I put the jewelry I'd bought for them in a smaller bag, 
and went in to watch as they tried on all the stuff they'd bought. Once in 
Lucy's room, I carefully removed the pistol in it's holster, and set them on a 
dresser where they'd be out of the way, but still accessible. Lucy and the 
girls both watched what I did, then studiously ignored it from then on.
First, they all showed off the clothing they'd purchased - an assortment of 
dresses, blouses, and such that flattered each of them. When they got to the 
lingerie, I asked if they were going to model it, too. All three looked at me 
in anticipation, and agreed - then fell into a quiet discussion of who went 
when before settling it in just a few seconds.
Lucy went first, changing in the bathroom so we'd get the full impact - and it 
was quite some impact. She'd selected a filmy black teddy that covered 
everything, but hid nothing - filmy black, the best it managed to do was to 
cloud over the interesting parts.
Next was Robyn, who opened the bathroom door to reveal herself wearing (well, 
sort of) a bra and matching panty that were nearly as sheer as her mother's 
teddy, only in a very pale pink. Her nipples were obvious through the cups of 
the bra, and the panty _just barely_ covered her pubis while doing precious 
little to block the view of what was underneath.
Finally, Sandra disappeared, only to open the door to show that she was wearing 
a bra and panty, as well. But hers were appreciably different from Robyn's. 
While Robyn's outfit was still fairly functional, Sandra's made no such 
promises. It was plainly there for the sole purpose of being removed: the bra 
cups barely covered her nipples - in fact, her nipples seemed to be the only 
things that kept them from sliding off her. The panties just barely covered her 
pubic hair; and looked like they were a faint dusting of color held together 
with thread. The cleft of her mons was plain underneath.
With all three of them showing off, I pretended to study them for a little bit 
before muttering "Hmmmm. Looks real tasty, and all, but there seems to be 
something missing.". A bit later, I got an "I've got an idea!" look on my face, 
and rummaged around in the bag I'd brought over before 'discovering' something. 
I pulled out the gift I'd bought Sandra, and took it over to her, telling her 
to close her eyes. She did, reluctantly, and I fastened a fine platinum chain 
around her neck, with an onyx stone hanging from it. She opened her eyes when 
Lucy and Robyn gasped; she turned around to see what it looked like on her, and 
after a few seconds, launched herself into my arms, hugging me and thanking me 
for it. Lucy and Robyn both admired it greatly, Lucy commenting on how the 
chain went with Sandra's hair while the stone served to highlight her 
complexion.
While they were ooh-ing and ahhh-ing, I stood and looked at Robyn for a little 
bit; when I saw her starting to get nervous, rummaged around in the bag again 
for a little bit before coming up with another small package. Without 
prompting, she closed her eyes, but got a confused look on her face when she 
felt me doing something to her ankle. When she opened her eyes, Lucy and Sandra 
were only staring at her foot - and when she looked, understood why. Around her 
ankle was a medium-weight gold chain, with a small diamond hanging from it. She 
tried standing on one leg to pull the ankle up to where she could look at the 
chain, but only succeeded in falling onto the bed. Laying there, she managed to 
get her leg up high enough to look at the chain and diamond more closely; when 
she looked at me next, there were tears in her eyes before she scrambled into 
my arms for a mutual hug.
As Lucy looked from one to the other of them, I went back to the bag, and 
rummaged around again. When I pulled my hand out of it, Lucy looked at me in 
eager anticipation, then closed her eyes while each of the girls held one of 
her hands at their side. She felt me at her neck, then heard the girls both 
gasp, but before she opened her eyes, I asked her to wait a moment. I moved to 
stand in front of her, then told her to go ahead and look, which she did - 
finding a gold necklace around her throat, with a star sapphire hanging from 
it. I moved a couple steps back, and frowned at her, speculatively. She lifted 
her head, and got nervous when she saw me looking at her that way. I finally 
brightened, and said "I *knew* I was forgetting something!" before reaching 
into my pocket. Not letting her see what I had, I took a step forward, then 
knelt down to take her hand in mine. As she looked at me in total surprise, I 
slipped a diamond ring on her finger, and said "If you'll agree to be my wife, 
I think you'll want this."
Robyn and Sandra all but stopped breathing as we waited for Lucy to say 
something.
She did a really good fish imitation (mouth opening and closing, but no sound 
coming out) for several long, long seconds before getting the presence of mind 
to grab my hands and say "Yes. Yes! Oh, god, YES!" That settled, she pulled me 
to my feet and gave me a long, hard hug, quickly followed by a long, hard kiss. 
Both of us were breathing heavy when it ended - only to have Sandra and Robyn 
latch onto us for a group hug before the three of them moved away slightly so 
Robyn and Sandra could admire the diamond I'd bought for Lucy.
When they'd finished looking at it, and discussing the situation, all of them 
swarmed over to give me another hug - Robyn and Sandra with looks of awe and 
envy on their faces. Looks that were soon replaced with contentment when I 
kissed each of them thoroughly, and told them that I'd *always* love them, too.
As we were standing there, Sandra moved over to stand in front of me. When I 
looked down at her, she said "Dan, there's something I want to give you. 
Something special."
Robyn and Lucy immediately focused on her, not saying a thing, as I told her 
"Sandra, you've already given me something special. Something more important to 
me than anything I could buy with money."
She looked at me inquisitively, and I told her, simply, "Your love."
She got a radiant look on her face before telling me "I mean something besides 
that."
I raised an eyebrow, and she went on "I started my period today. I'm not 
bleeding yet, but it's still kind of, uh, messy between my legs. So instead of 
making love with you, I want you to be the one to help me find out what it's 
like if I make love with, um, my butt."
Robyn and Lucy looked at her in absolute amazement - not only because it was 
her making the request, but the fact that she was making it so openly. Truth be 
told, it caught me flat-footed - it simply never occurred to me that she would 
ask me anything like that. It took me several seconds to respond - and I 
managed to do it that fast only because I could see the fear of rejection in 
her eyes.
"Sandra, you don't have to do this. I gave you the necklace because I thought 
it would look good on you, and because you're already someone special to me. 
Not for any other reason" was the best I could come up with that fast.
To my surprise, she reached behind her neck and unfastened the necklace, then 
tried to hand it to me, saying "Okay, if you're worried about that, you can 
have it back. But I still want you, that way."
She looked disappointed when I took the necklace, but quickly brightened up 
when I reached around to fasten it on her neck again.
I looked at her for several more seconds, before finally telling her "Sandra, 
if that's what you want, then we can try. But there's any pain, or anything 
like that, then we stop."
She quickly nodded her agreement, and started to reach behind herself to reach 
the clasp on what was pretending to be a bra - but I stopped her, saying, 
"Here, let me do that", with a smile. She let her arms drop to her sides, and 
stood there, smiling at me in open invitation.
I moved behind her and put my hands on her upper arms as I softly kissed each 
of her shoulders before sliding my hands forward to hold her breasts in my 
hands. Even as I was cupping them, I could feel her nipples erect, and drew my 
fingertips across them, making them even stiffer. From her breasts, I slid my 
hands around to her sides, and slowly caressed her sides - almost tickling her, 
but not quite. After a few slow, gentle strokes from her ribs to her hips, I 
let my hands glide to her back, where I easily unhooked the fastening that held 
the back strap together. When it came free, the ends fell to her sides, but the 
bra stayed on her, so neatly did it follow the curves of her breasts. I slipped 
my fingertips under it, then eased my hands forward, gradually replacing the 
touch of the bra material with the touch of my hands. As I finally held the 
flesh of her breasts in my hands, the bra slipped off her breasts, then down 
her arms, hanging lightly on her wrists. She moved as though to clasp her 
hands, freeing the wispy material so it could fall lightly to the floor, 
forming gossamer cloud on the carpet.
With her bare breasts in my hands, I again marveled at how firm and smooth they 
were, how free of blemishes, how soft and delightfully warm to the touch they 
were. I could feel her pale areolas puckering under my touch, crinkling as they 
tightened in her arousal and pleasure; her nipples got longer and harder with 
each pass of my fingertips across them. I heard her moan, ever so softly, and 
gently turned her around so that I could share a deep, loving kiss with her as 
I contented myself with simply holding her young mounds in my hands.
After a bit, out kiss ended - at least as far as our lips were concerned. She 
stood there, trembling slightly, as I slowly knelt down, kissing any part of 
her that I could reach as I moved: the hollow of her throat, collarbones, 
shoulders, the upper slopes of her breasts, between her breasts, her nipples 
(*ever* so softly), her belly, her navel (spending quite some time there), her 
abdomen, her hips, then, finally, the top of her pubis, just above the line of 
her panties.
She held my head in her hands as I reached around her again, this time to 
softly stroke and squeeze the globes of her young, firm asscheeks. I caressed 
her like that for some time before letting my fingers wander far enough to 
slide underneath the small fabric band that surrounded her hips, holding her 
panties in place. I let my hands move freely over her ass, then thighs, as I 
worked the waistband of her panties down her legs, letting them fall the last 
little bit to the floor. With them pooled around her ankles, she raised each 
foot in turn to step out of them, so that she finished with her legs slightly 
spread, her panties between her feet.
I placed my hands on her calves, enjoying their slender firmness for a few 
moments before raising my arms to slide my hands to softly stroke the backs of 
her knees several times, feeling her legs tremble slightly in her arousal. Next 
was a thorough tactile examination of her thighs, using both all of my hands, 
and just the fingertips as I repeatedly traced a variety of paths along the 
insides of her thighs. As I did that, I could see her labia start to extend, 
and her clitoral hood begin to make an appearance; and I could detect the 
delightful aroma of aroused woman-child, tinged with a slight tanginess of her 
beginning menses.
I leaned forward slightly, and brushed her pubic hair with my nose and upper 
lip, pleased with its soft texture; but I could feel her stiffen slightly as I 
did. I looked up into her face, and smiled in reassurance before telling her 
"It's okay. It doesn't gross me out, or anything, that you're starting your 
period."
She smiled back, not quite sure about whether to believe me or not; I let it 
slide, and eased my way back to a standing position. Again, I kissed everything 
I could lay my lips on, reversing the course I'd taken on the way down.
When I was standing again, she delicately reached a hand out to first touch, 
then caress my manhood through my pants. When she felt me growing under her 
touch, she became more bold, and more insistent in her touch, finally rubbing 
and stroking me to nearly full hardness.
Gasping "I can't wait any more!", she reached up to start unbuttoning my shirt; 
as she did, I put my hands on her waist, holding her steady as she trembled 
with excitement.
When she had my shirt unbuttoned, she quickly stripped it off me, then the 
bulletproof vest I had on underneath. With my torso exposed, she began her own 
Braille examination of my body - chest, ribs, and waist, almost as though it 
was the first time she'd ever touched me.
Still, there was more of me that she wanted access to, and it didn't take her 
long to shift her focus to my belt buckle, then the fastening on my pants, and 
finally, the zipper. With my pants loose, she continued to stand as she slid 
them down far enough to let them fall to the floor. Next on her agenda was my 
underwear - but only after she took some time to make sure that what she wanted 
was still inside.
Finally, I stood there before her, as naked as she was - and even more 
obviously aroused by the situation. Her hand around my nearly erect penis, she 
looked up into my eyes, and asked "Wh. what now?"
I looked at her tenderly, then kissed her on the forehead before answering 
"Whatever you want, Sandra".
She looked thoughtful for a moment, then asked "Uh, I'm kind of nervous about 
this. Is it okay if I'm on top of you, this time? I think I want to lose THIS 
cherry that way!"
"Of course. Whatever it takes to make you comfortable, and let you know that 
YOU'RE the one in charge", I replied.
Even as she got a relieved look on her face, we heard Lucy softly clear her 
throat - both of us had completely forgotten that Lucy and Robyn were in the 
room with us. When we looked over at her, we saw that Lucy had gotten the 
bottle of baby oil that we'd used for Robyn.
Lucy offered it, and when Sandra had accepted, said "I know you're nervous 
enough, so Robyn and I won't watch, if you don't want. I know you're not as 
much of a show-off as Robyn is."
Robyn got a grin on her face, and reached out to cup her mother's breasts in 
her hands, and give their nipples a little tweak, before saying "If it would 
help, maybe we could think of something that would give you something to 
watch", making all of us chuckle before Lucy reached back to cup Robyn's mons 
in her hand.
Sandra looked relieved as she told them "Uh, yeah, I'd appreciate that - either 
or both."
Lucy got a smoky look in her eyes, and turned to give Robyn a thorough kissing 
- with Robyn giving back as good as she was getting. In only a few seconds, 
they had their hands on each other's breasts; not much later, each had a leg 
between the other's thighs. When their kiss finally broke, both were breathing 
heavily, and both had a distinct aroused blush to them. Without even looking at 
Sandra and I, they made their way to the bed, where they lay on their sides and 
began kissing again - with each reaching down to touch the other's sex.
Sandra finally broke her gaze to look around a moment before suddenly 
brightening.
Pointing at a chair, she asked "Dan, would it work if you sat on that, and I 
squatted over you? We could turn it around a little, so we could watch them 
while I, uh, get you inside me."
I agreed with her plan, and moved the chair over and around, so that it faced 
where Robyn and Lucy were getting each other thoroughly worked up; but was also 
still close enough to the table that Sandra or I either one could reach out to 
use it to steady ourselves, if that became necessary. Sandra opened the bottle 
of baby oil and set it on the table, then guided me to sit down in the chair 
before positioning herself at my side. She poured a dollop of the oil into her 
hand, then handed it to me before reaching down to begin caressing my erection 
as she spread the oil around. In return, I poured some of it into my palm, and 
reached behind her to slide my hand between the firmly rounded globes of her 
ass. Realizing what I needed to do, she bent forward a bit, giving me easier 
and better access between her cheeks.
Back and forth, we passed the bottle of baby oil, each of us making sure that 
the other was well-lubricated with it - and getting pretty worked up at the 
sight of Robyn and Lucy molesting each other. As I got the oil spread around 
Sandra's nether regions, I also began drawing an oiled finger across her anus, 
and even pressing against it slightly. She seemed to welcome the attention, and 
it wasn't long before I started trying to ease a finger into her - getting her 
thoroughly oiled up, and drawing a few pleased moans from her.
Finally, she eased herself away from me a bit, and stood up, saying "I think 
we're both about as ready as we'll ever be."
I felt like I had a steel bar poking up from between my thighs, and quickly 
agreed with her - prompting her to move in front of me before straddling my lap 
as she continued to face Lucy and Robyn. Reaching back between her legs, she 
held my penis so that it slid between her ass cheeks, then pressed against her 
opening. A few tentative pushes, and she seemed to realize that the angle 
wasn't quite right, so she climbed up on the chair with me, squatting over my 
lap as she leaned against me. I put my hands on her hips to steady her, and she 
turned her head to smile at me before lowering herself to press her virgin 
rosebud against the head of my penis as she held it steady.
We looked over to where Robyn and Lucy were, and discovered that they were 
watching us - while slowly masturbating each other, legs spread wide so we 
could see what they were doing. I heard Sandra whisper "That is *such* a turn-
on!" before she started pressing herself down against my erection. From the way 
her legs were positioned, I knew that Lucy and Robyn could see everything 
clearly - both pairs of eyes were locked on the view we presented them.
I could feel how tightly clenched Sandra's anus was, and began whispering words 
of reassurance and encouragement to her as I held her steady. I knew that she 
was determined by the way she kept pressing herself down; but because she 
wasn't relaxing, I knew that she was nervous or afraid, too. After a couple 
minutes, she finally realized that my hands on her hips weren't pressing her 
down, only holding her steady horizontally; with that, she visibly relaxed 
more. I could feel it as she slowly gained control - her anus would relax a 
bit, tighten briefly, then relax some more. At last, she was able to let go 
completely as she lowered herself yet again, both of us surprised when the head 
of my erection finally slid into her back entry.
When it did, she stopped, and paused a few moments to consider what she thought 
of this new sensation. Apparently satisfied with it, she let herself drop 
_slowly_ - but continuously. In perhaps a minute, maybe two, I felt her ass 
come to rest on my lap - meaning that she had taken my entire length in just 
one try. As my erection disappeared into her bowels, we could see Robyn and 
Lucy getting more and more excited - their busy fingers fairly shined with each 
other's juices. Both were breathing heavily, and moaning by the time Sandra's 
ass came to rest on my lap. Sandra waited there a bit, letting herself adjust 
to this new visitor, but eventually started moving herself over me. At first, 
it was just small, experimental motions, but it didn't take her long to get 
used to, then begin enjoying, this new sensation. In only a couple of minutes, 
she was fairly bouncing on my lap as she slid herself up and down on my well 
oiled pole.
Keeping one hand on her hip, I reached around with the other to begin playing 
with her clitoris: holding my hand steady so that each time she moved up or 
down, her clitoris would brush against my finger. After a minute of that, she 
reached down to pull my hand to her pelvis, simply saying "Rub it!"
With my arm over her leg, and my fingers at the top of her slit, Robyn and Lucy 
could see it as Sandra's vaginal entrance opened up with her arousal. They 
could also see that Sandra's clitoris was fully erect, and that the juices were 
all but dripping out of her as she got more and more excited. The sight and 
sound of what Sandra and I were doing was finally enough for Robyn, and her 
legs snapped shut as she fell into the throes of orgasm - promptly followed by 
Lucy. As both of them gave quiet voice to the feelings they were having, I 
could feel Sandra starting to tire above me. Before long, she slowed down, and 
finally stopped before turning her head to say "Can you do it, now? My legs are 
getting tired."
I answered her by saying "If you can stand up and lean over, then I can stand 
up, too."
She understood what I was saying, and nodded her head before wiggling around 
enough to get her legs stretched out on the outside of mine. Staying joined 
with her, I held her around her waist, and together, we slid forward until she 
was able to get her feet on the floor. It took a couple of tries, but we were 
finally able to stand up - facing the table, and at right angles to where Lucy 
and Robyn were again taking an interest in what we were doing.
Standing, Sandra leaned forward so that her body was parallel to the floor, 
sticking her arms out to rest her body against the table while using it to held 
herself steady. With her in that position, I was easily able to begin moving 
myself in her - slowly and gently at first, but soon moving in her just as 
quickly, of not a little faster, than she'd been able to move before. I could 
see it as her breasts swayed slightly in time with my thrusting, and reached 
down to take her breasts in my hands, holding them lightly so I could feel the 
way they moved while I held her nipples between a couple of fingers. A couple 
of minutes later, she released her hold on the table with one hand, and slid it 
down between her thighs, so she could play with her clitoris as I continued 
sliding myself in and out of her. The feeling of her hot insides wrapped around 
my penis, and the way her breasts moved in my hands soon had me ready to 
climax. When I managed to gasp out "I'm going to shoot!", her only response was 
an enthusiastic "Yes! Do it!"
We heard a gasp, and both of us turned to see that Robyn and Lucy were now 
masturbating themselves as they watched us - and from all appearances, were 
ready to have another orgasm. Watching the two of them, fingers dancing on 
their clits, was all I needed - I could feel it as the semen came boiling out 
of my balls, and with a couple of hard, deep thrusts, poured myself into 
Sandra's insides. With a cry of "Yes! I can feel it!", Sandra tripped over into 
her own orgasm. Even as I was hosing her bowels with my sperm, I could hear it 
as first Lucy, then Robyn, called out their own climaxes, too.
As hard as it was for me, I managed to hold Sandra steady while her orgasm ran 
through her: with the first spasm, she released her hold on the table, and all 
but fell forward to the floor. Only by holding her to me tightly was I able to 
prevent her from getting hurt; even then, it was a struggle. I was greatly 
relieved when she started to take her weight onto her legs again, and then move 
to rest her body against the table. With her anus clamped so tightly around my 
penis, it was taking longer than usual for me to soften; but I finally eased 
myself back from her, savoring the sensation of her rectum 'milking' the last 
of my semen from it as the head popped free of her grasp.
I looked over to see that Robyn and Sandra had both recovered from their 
orgasms; Lucy gestured that I should bring Sandra over there so the two of us 
could lay down. It seemed like an uncommonly fine idea, and with a little 
gentle prodding, managed to guide Sandra to the bed, where Robyn helped guide 
her down while Lucy did the same for me.
I spooned with Sandra's back, while Lucy did the same to me; Robyn opted to lie 
on her side, facing Sandra as she softly stroked Sandra's side from ribs to 
hip. After several minutes, we all started to feel a little cool; Sandra and I 
headed for my bathroom to clean up while Robyn and Lucy did the same in Lucy's. 
Sandra fairly purred under my hands as I lathered her up and washed her from 
head to toe before doing the same for myself. I was careful to pay special 
attention to where the baby oil had been, so that there wasn't any of it left 
to cause any discomfort. Once we were out of the shower, I dried her off 
carefully before she took another towel and did the same to me. Satisfied that 
we were clean enough, I picked her up and carried her back into Lucy's room, 
depositing her on the bed before lying down next to her. A couple minutes 
later, Lucy and Robyn made their appearance, and joined us - Lucy opting to lay 
next to me, with Robyn next to Sandra.
As we lay there, Lucy whispered in my ear "That was so incredible, watching you 
two. I could *see* how much she wanted that, and how nervous she was. And you 
just sat there holding her steady, not moving or doing anything to push her, 
letting her go at her own pace. You should have seen the expression on her face 
when you finally slid into her at first - that's what making love is all about. 
Then watching as your cock slid into her ass - it got me *so* horny, I thought 
I was going to turn into a puddle right here on the bed! I could tell when you 
were coming in her ass, and when she came from it, too; well, that was just too 
much!"
As Lucy was saying that, we could see that Robyn and Sandra's kissing and 
touching were becoming more insistent, and more intimate. In short order, Robyn 
had her lips on Sandra's breast, sucking on its nipple, while her hand was busy 
in Sandra's crotch. For her part, Sandra was caressing Robyn's breast, and 
using her thigh to rhythmically press against Robyn's mons. Lucy and I watched 
as things heated up between them to the point that Robyn started kissing her 
way down Sandra's body; as she passed Sandra's navel, and moved toward her 
pubis, we saw Sandra put her hand on Robyn's head, stopping her. Robyn just 
looked at her and said "Oh, pooh. You just had a shower, so you're as clean as 
can be. Besides, I'm not going to stick my tongue _inside_ you, or anything - 
what I want is on the outside!", with a grin.
Sandra hesitated a moment, then took her hand off Robyn's head; Robyn quickly 
went back to giving Sandra's lower belly soft kisses and small lip-nibbles as 
she moved even lower to apply her considerable oral talents to Sandra's mons 
and clitoris.
Lucy whispered to me "I will *never* get tired of watching them - they are just 
_so_ sexy together!" She reached over to take my penis in her hand. Feeling 
that I was already starting to get hard at the sight we shared, she murmured to 
me "Well, I guess it does something for you, too!", with a quiet chuckle.
By this time, Robyn had devoted herself to Sandra's clitoris; we watched as 
Sandra reached out to tug gently on one of Robyn's legs, then guiding it as 
Robyn moved to straddle her head, opening herself to Sandra's attentions. Lucy 
and I carefully eased away from them a little bit, giving them some room, but 
not distracting or disturbing them in the process.
Knowing each other as they did, it wasn't long at all before each had the other 
fully aroused before settling themselves in to try and get the other off as 
powerfully as they could. The room was soon filled with the liquid noises of 
their oral lovemaking, and the scent of their arousal - the sights and sounds 
and smells of their activities was more than enough to get Lucy and I excited, 
too. Lucy moved herself down to take my erection in her mouth, softly sucking 
on me as she slowly raised on lowered her head; after a few moments, I reached 
out to draw her a little closer to me. When she felt my touch on her mons, she 
readily spread her legs for me, so that I could start gently stroking the 
outside of her vagina and clitoris as we both watched the young women in front 
of us making love to each other.
We watched as Sandra was the first to climax, hunching her pelvis into Robyn's 
eager mouth as she groaned out her release. Under my hand, I could feel Lucy 
get even wetter, and shiver in sympathy at what she was seeing. Even as her own 
spasms were tapering off, we could see Sandra taking notice of the juicy target 
that Robyn was presenting to her - and moving in to finish what she'd started. 
In only a couple of minutes, we could hear Robyn's breathing quicken as Sandra 
brought her to the very brink of orgasm - and held her there for quite some 
time before nudging her into the precipice. Again, under my hand, I could feel 
Lucy's labia get even more slippery and hot; and around my penis, her warm, 
moist mouth became more insistent.
But I didn't want to come in her that way, and reluctantly nudged her away, 
until she released her lip-lock on my erection. I sat up, then moved to my 
knees to edge my way between her legs. Knowing what I wanted, she readily 
spread them, and lifted her knees to open herself up to me. I got myself 
positioned so that I was sitting on my heels, legs folded to the side, then 
reached out to take her by the hips and pull her toward me. Taking her guidance 
from me, she scooted herself toward me until she was spread wide in front of 
me, her legs laying across mine. My erection was still glistening from her 
saliva, and I angled it down to slide it between her splayed labia before 
wedging it against her opening. Hunching forward, I slid into her easily, 
burying nearly half my length in her in a single thrust - both of us were more 
than ready for this. Once inside her, I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward 
me one more time, so that, at rest, I was halfway inside her. From this 
position, I could make love to her completely with little effort on my part; 
all I had to do was simply rock back and forth. She moaned softly, in eager 
anticipation of what she knew was coming.
Her.
I eased myself forward as slowly as I could, savoring the sensation of her hot, 
tight insides swallowing my erection until, finally, our pubic hair merged. I 
held myself there for a while as Lucy worked her internal muscles around me, 
learning to control them much as Robyn had before. She released a disappointed 
whimper when I moved to slowly back my way out of her; I kept going until I 
felt myself start to pull free of her. At that point, I carefully made several 
small back-and-forth movements, letting the head of my penis slide in and out 
of the ring of her vaginal entrance. When I had teased her into a small groan 
of frustrated arousal, I let myself ease forward again until I was in the 
'neutral' position of being half-buried in her - and bringing a smile of relief 
to her face.
By then, Robyn and Sandra had recovered from their activities, and carefully 
moved over to see what I was doing to Lucy; they sat on their knees next to 
her, facing me as they looked down to where Lucy and I were joined. Neither of 
them objected when Lucy reached between their legs to begin caressing the 
outsides of their vaginas, and softly stroking their clitorises as they watched 
me repeat what I'd just done. From the expressions on their faces, it was clear 
that both marveled at the way Lucy's labia responded to what I was doing by 
disappearing in anticipation of my entrance, and clasping at me as I departed. 
Also clear was the arousal that Lucy was rekindling with her hands - both soon 
had eyes hooded with desire, and neither could resist wiggling slightly in 
response to Lucy's attentions. Each reached out a hand to place on one of 
Lucy's breasts, softly squeezing and caressing it, and playing with it's 
nipple; the other hand went to one of the other's breasts to do the same thing.
I soon got into a rhythm of making love to Lucy, a steady, smooth in-and-out 
rocking motion that was easily enough to keep me hard, but not enough to move 
me _too_ quickly toward unloading in her. It seemed to be having a similar 
effect on Lucy: I could hear her soft panting in time with my movements, but 
she didn't seem to be having any difficulty tending to Robyn and Sandra, 
either.
After a few minutes, I watched as Lucy removed her hands from the girls' 
crotches, and gently nudged Robyn to move toward her head. Robyn seemed to know 
what Lucy wanted, and easily moved to straddle her mother's face, her back 
toward me. Lucy lifted her head slightly and began using her lips and tongue to 
sample her daughter's female essence while her hands moved up to start 
squeezing Robyn's breasts, and playing with their nipples. I had a few moments 
of watching Lucy's breast swaying slightly in time with my thrusts before 
Sandra scooted back, then lowered her head to start licking Lucy's breasts, and 
sucking on her nipples.
Sandra's body was just within range, and I reached out to touch her; when she 
looked at me, I gestured that I'd like her to swing around a bit. She smiled in 
answer, and did it before going back to Lucy's breasts.
With more of Sandra's body within reach, I started caressing it: running my 
hand along her back, then down to her ass cheeks; along the insides of her 
thighs (which she readily spread for me); along her sides, then down to her 
breast; then returning to her back to start the whole cycle over again. After a 
couple such passes, I let my fingers wander over her mons, dipping slightly 
into her vagina. She made no objection, so I gradually closed the range of my 
actions to center around her ass and crotch; then closed it even more to her 
pelvis. Before long, I was freely caressing her labia and clitoris, and 
occasionally letting my fingers dip into the hot spring of her womanhood. A 
little later, and I was easily sliding first one, then two fingers in and out 
of her, accompanied by soft moans of pleasure from her. A glance revealed that 
she was indeed starting her period: the juices on my fingers had a very faint 
pink color to them.
As I was making that discovery, I heard Robyn gasp, and looked up to watch as 
she was taken over by an orgasm, Lucy's mouth obviously busy between her legs.
When Robyn's climax had passed (for the most part), Lucy and I guided her back, 
then off of Lucy, so that she was lying on the bed next to us. Lucy moved one 
of her hands to Sandra's head to guide her from one breast to the other; the 
other hand went to Sandra's breast. With my fingers sliding in and out of her 
vagina, and Lucy fondling her breast and nipple, Sandra reached one of her own 
hands between her legs, and began playing with her clitoris. It wasn't but a 
few minutes later that she released Lucy's nipple from her mouth to tilt her 
head back and release a deep groan pleasure and release - I could feel her 
vagina tighten around my fingers as I continued to slide them inside her. When 
the feelings had passed, she let us guide her, too, to the bed, so that she was 
lying opposite Robyn.
That left just Lucy and me, as it had been when we started. I was again free to 
enjoy the sight of her breasts swaying slightly on her chest in time with my 
movement; she was free to lift her head a bit and watch as my erection, 
glistening with her juices, slid back and forth between her labia. After a 
minute or so, our eyes met, and we experienced one of those rare events in 
anyone's life: we somehow _locked_. Not just our eyes, but almost our entire 
*beings* were tied together - I almost felt like I was sharing her thoughts and 
feelings; she later told me she felt the same thing about ME. With that 
synchronicity came a focus: not just of ourselves, or each other, but an 
awareness of there being an *US* - at the same time, I was fully aware of what 
I was feeling and doing, what I knew she was feeling and doing, and what WE 
were feeling and doing. I was completely aware - and knew that she was, too - 
of everything around us: the sights and sounds and smells and even *taste* of 
our lovemaking. It was as though we were in our own place in time and space, 
and everything else around us was mere illusion. I don't know how long it 
lasted; I only know that I was faintly aware of Robyn and Sandra rolling over 
to watch us, then a bit later, Robyn saying "They're still on their first 
time!", and Sandra responding "*STILL*?!", in wonder. Robyn started to say 
something else, but Sandra looked at us closely, and quickly gestured that 
Robyn should stay quiet - which she did without comment, surprisingly.
Lucy and I continued to make love, my hands on her hips as I gently rocked back 
and forth. Our awareness of each other, and our focus on each other, was so 
great that I *knew* - without her telling me - when she wanted me to move my 
hands up to hold her breasts, and what she wanted me to do with them. Both of 
us were aware of how far along the other was toward release, and without 
comment and by mutual agreement, we 'adjusted' ourselves so that we would get 
there together.
A while later, both of us were ready, and by unspoken agreement, let it happen. 
Even as I felt Lucy's vagina tighten around me, I pressed myself deeply into 
her, and felt the first shot of my semen moving through my penis to wash her 
insides with my male essence. It seemed as though I could feel each and every 
one of her internal muscles, individually, as they spasmed around me; and it 
felt as though I could feel each and every one of my sperm cells as it made 
it's journey from my balls to her cervix. My climax wasn't a particularly 
'powerful' one, but it was incredibly deep and satisfying. Even as we were 
gasping out our release, Lucy's eyes and mine remained open and locked on each 
other.
We continued to lay there, with me deep inside her, for a couple of minutes 
after our climaxes were over - both of us content with what we'd just done, and 
reluctant to lose the link we'd formed. Then, silently, we agreed that we had 
to let it go; and let the bond between us dissolve. That done, we realized we 
were both exhausted, and I carefully eased myself out of her, then moved to lay 
next to her as we held hands and looked at each other, smiling.
I'm not quite sure when I drifted off, but I woke up some time later to see 
that Lucy was sound asleep next to me, a smile on her face. Looking around, I 
couldn't see Robyn or Sandra. Starting to get worried, I carefully eased myself 
away from Lucy, and got up. I moved to the door between Lucy's room and mine, 
and when I got close, could hear the faint sounds of the television on the 
other side. I knocked softly, then opened the door to see that Robyn and Sandra 
had established themselves on my bed, and were watching TV with the sound down 
as they cuddled.
When they saw me, they started to speak, but I held a finger to my lips as I 
moved closer to them. When I finally sat on the bed, both of them moved to sit 
next to me, telling me that Lucy and I had fallen asleep pretty much at the 
same time - and they giggled when they said that both of us had enormous smiles 
when we did. They went on to tell me that they didn't have the heart to disturb 
us, but didn't want us to wake up "all sticky and stuff" (as Sandra put it), so 
they'd carefully cleaned us up before deciding to use my room to watch TV. I 
looked at the time, and saw that it was getting a bit late, so I told them they 
could stay up another half hour, but then they were to go to sleep. Both agreed 
easily enough, and I told them they could go ahead and sleep in my bed, if they 
wanted, or they could join Lucy and me if they would be careful not to wake 
her. They thought it over, and decided to stay in my bed so - as Robyn put it - 
"You and Mom can have some private time, too".
That settled, I gave each of them a hug and kiss, then headed back for Lucy's 
room, closing the door behind me. After a detour to the bathroom, I headed back 
to the bed, where I found Lucy half awake, and looking up at me with another 
smile on her face. She stretched, then rolled over to her side and indicated 
she wanted me to lie on my back next to her. When I was in position, she rolled 
over against me, and put her hand and arm on my chest as she rested her head on 
my shoulder.
"That was really. something", she said as she started to play with some of my 
chest hairs.
"Yup. It was definitely *something*. I'm not too sure what, but it was 
definitely _something_", I responded.
"I've never had anything like that happen to me before. Have you?"
"Not while making love. Something like that happens sometimes in combat, though 
- you'll get into a firefight, and it seems like you know exactly what to do, 
and when; like you already know it's going to turn out good, and you're just 
making sure it happens."
She shivered slightly, and asked "You've been in actual war, then?"
"Not WAR war, but yeah, I've been in combat."
"Was it bad?"
"Fighting like that is never 'good'. Sometimes, though, you've got to do it, 
just to keep the assholes from taking over."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean people like Hitler, and Soviet Russia, and drug dealers, and people 
like that. There are *things* in the world that aren't human. I mean, they look 
like people, and talk like people, and all that, but there's just nothing 
inside them to make them _human_. The only thing they know is what they want, 
and they'll do anything to anybody to get it."
"Is that why you went in the Army?"
"Part of it, yeah. Silly as it might sound, I actually love this country, and I 
wanted to do my part toward keeping it going. That, and for as long as I can 
remember, I thought that soldiering was an honorable profession."
"That doesn't sound silly, loving your country. Sometimes, I wish more people 
would think about it, and love it, too. What do you mean that soldiering is an 
honorable profession?"
"Just what I said. When you listen to a lot of people, they talk like a G.I. 
with a rifle is about the dumbest thing on earth - but if you think about it a 
minute, you'll realize that the LAST thing you want is a dummy with a gun. You 
want the smartest, best-equipped, best-trained people you can lay your hands on 
because you can't be out there to supervise each and every one of them. You 
HAVE to trust them to know what their job is, and how to do it. Sure, there are 
going to be some idiots, and some power-crazy nutcases that turn up; but for 
the most part, the people on the pointy end of the stick are the ones you need 
and want there: smart enough to know what's going on, and trained well enough 
to make it happen. Same thing with cops - you hear about the bad ones, but 
never about the good ones. The bad ones are the ones that make the news, but 
it's the good ones that you never hear about keep the bad guys mostly under 
control. They just show up for work, keep the crooks away, and go home at the 
end of the day - nobody ever notices them, until they need their help."
"That's why the FBI people are watching us, isn't it?"
"Pretty much. They're trained in a different way than street cops, and they go 
after a different class of criminal, but yeah, that's why."
"They're not going to let anyone hurt us, are they?", she said, making it a 
statement.
"Not if they can possibly prevent it. Sometimes, stuff happens that you can't 
control; in that case, that's why they're having me wear the vest, and asked me 
to carry a gun again. But every one of them is ready to get between you or the 
girls, and a bullet, to make sure you stay alive and healthy."
She lay there thinking for a while before asking me "You're better at this than 
they are, aren't you?"
"Not better. Just trained for what they aren't, and a little more experienced 
about some stuff. Kind of like the difference between you, and your 
accountants."
"I think it's a little more than that, but okay", she grumbled into my neck, 
before asking "How long is this going to go on?"
"Honestly, I don't know. Off and on, as the trial happens, probably a few 
months; us having to worry about bad guys, probably not long at all."
"'Us' worrying about bad guys? I didn't think you were worried about any of 
it."
"I'm not *worried* - I've got a pretty good idea how good the FBI people are. I 
know what I can do, and _will_ do, if it comes down to it. So I'm taking it 
serious, and I'm concerned; but not *worried*, okay?"
"I wonder what the girls think about this. I mean, what they *really* think 
about it."
"Damned if I know. You heard them tonight - they think it's pretty cool having 
all those FBI people watching out for us, and following us around. I wouldn't 
be surprised if they just took it in stride, as long as it doesn't go on too 
long, or get in the way of their fun too much. They seem to have a pretty good 
opinion of me, after tonight."
She snorted, and said "Pretty good opinion, my ass. Both of them all but 
worship you. Even before I had to come here, I'd hear them talking about you, 
and they both thought you were the greatest thing since sliced bread."
"What about you?", I asked.
She paused a little bit, then softly said "Me, too.", and a moment later, 
adding "I knew you were something special when we sat there and talked that 
night, after my promotion. Then when you helped me figure out what was going on 
here, well, that just made it even better. And when I heard that FBI guy 
reading about what you'd done in the Army, and saw the way the FBI people were 
treating you tonight, well that settled it. I knew you were quiet and modest 
and all that - I just didn't know HOW quiet and modest you are until today, and 
tonight. You don't make a lot of noise about how rough and tough and everything 
you are - you just sit there, nice and quiet, until something needs to be done; 
then you just DO it. And you don't make a big deal out of it, and you don't try 
to boss people around, even though you're *way* smarter than anybody I've ever 
met before, and know a LOT more. You're willing to let people make mistakes if 
they want to; but if they ask you, you give them the best answer you can, and 
let them decide for themselves. Like tonight, with Sandra - it surprised the 
hell out of me, and I know it caught you off guard, too. But I don't think you 
could have handled it any better than you did. You've let her, and Robyn, and 
even me, know that we're important to you, and that you care about us. That 
matters a lot, to me, and to them; then you go even farther, and let us know 
that you love us, no matter what else happens, without smothering us with it. 
We all know you love us, and that you'll be there for us, no matter what we 
need, or when we need it."
At that point, she started crying, and hugging me. All I could do was to hold 
her, and caress her back as I softly told her that I loved her, too, and tried 
to comfort her.
When she'd cried herself out, she asked me "Why did you ask me to marry you 
tonight?"
Trying to lighten the mood a bit, I told her "Well, when you find milk you 
like, you buy the cow." - and getting my side poked in response, as she 
laughed, and said "No, really."
"Remember that talk we had in my living room? When you asked me what I thought 
of you?"
She nodded, and I said "That's why. Every time we've been around each other 
since then, you've done nothing but show me how true all of that is. On top of 
that, now I know you've got guts, too, and that only makes it better."
"What do you mean, I've got 'guts'?"
"I mean I know that all of this scares you - remember, I saw the look on your 
face when the FBI car pulled up next to us tonight! - but you've got enough 
nerve to put it away the best you can for the girls' sake, and keep going. I 
mean it must have scared you and made you feel all kinds of embarrassed and 
ashamed when you admitted to me that you liked the idea of making love with 
another woman, and even Robyn and Sandra - but you were honest and brave enough 
to do it, anyway."
"But why ask me TONIGHT, of all times? And here, with me and the girls standing 
there in our underwear?"
I laughed, and told her "Tonight, because I wanted you to know that I'd be 
there for what's happening now, and what happens after. Here, so that both of 
us would know and understand that our physical relationship isn't just with 
each other, but with people that we're BOTH attracted to, and care about."
She snuggled closer, and said "You're pretty deep, and pretty smart, you know 
that?"
"Seems I've heard that before, from somebody. Forget who, though." - and 
earning myself another jab.
We lay there like that for a while, content to simply hold each other before we 
started feeling sleepy. I called down to the front desk, and left a wakeup call 
for the next morning. That done, we went back to holding each other until we 
drifted off to sleep again.

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Part 10 _will_ follow in a *few* days. Thanks for your patience.

Dorsai

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"The scary thing about those clods in Washington is: if they
all fell over dead tomorrow, we could probably have another
bunch just like them elected within a month."
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