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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: Amy and Friends - Part 2/2  (MF, MFF, FF, oral, cons, violence)
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Part 2

I knew it was time to go home when Erika, Abby, and Amy all three
came into my office and went about putting things away so I could
leave. Abby secured the documents I'd been working with, Amy
pulled me out of my chair and led me out, while Erika turned out
lights and locked doors behind us.

Abby had driven her own car in, so Erika rode back to Amy's place
with her while Amy drove me. On the way, Amy told me "Let it go,
Dan. I know they went after Sandra's folks, but you can't make it
a personal fight."

I turned to look at her in surprise, and answered "I'm not making
it personal, Amy; and the _fight_ is over. Now it's time for
payback and body count."

I saw her blanch at the expression on my face, and the tone of
voice I used; but she didn't say anything more about it.

Abby and Amy teamed up to make supper for all of us - spaghetti
and all the fixings. I remembered the last time I'd had spaghetti
with Amy, and it brought a smile to my face. While supper was
being prepared, I called home and talked to everyone - and
learned that the day had gone about as well as could have been
expected. They all thought the next day would be a little easier.
Lucy assured me that she was carrying her pistol; Robyn and
Sandra were pleased to report that their police escorts were
being "pretty cool".

After supper, Erika and I took care of the dishes and leftovers,
ignoring Amy's protests.

We were sitting in the living room when Amy told us "I got a call
from Tom today. His instructors learned about all the trouble
here, and they've been accelerating his training. He's going to
be able to come home by the end of the week. Apparently, the FBI
isn't the heartless institution that we all thought it was",
grinning at the end.

I replied by saying "Okay. I'll move my stuff into the other
bedroom tonight, and tomorrow I'll find someplace else to stay."

Amy got an exasperated look on her face and told me "You don't
have to do that, Dan! You know you're welcome to stay here as
long as you want, whether Tom's here or not. The same with you,
Abby; and you, too, Erika."

"But I don't *want* to stay here!" Abby answered, adding "You're
a nice boss, Amy, and a better hostess - but I want to go _home_.
Now that Erika's back, is there any good reason I can't go home
and take Erika with me? We can watch out for each other as good
as you and I have!"

Amy smiled at that, and answered "Of course you can, Abby. I'm
sorry if I made it sound like you couldn't." Then she turned to
me and said "But that doesn't let YOU off the hook, mister! If
Abby leaves, then that means I need somebody to partner up with -
and yours is the only loose body around here, so you're not
moving out."

"When Tom gets back, you're not going to need me for that - I'm
sure he'll do a fine job of watching out for you. And staying
with you and Tom is fine when I've got company with me - but you
two don't need just me hanging around. I'll only stay until he
gets back, but not after."

I saw Erika look thoughtful for a few moments, then lean over to
whisper something to Abby. Abby's face lit up, and she asked "Why
doesn't Dan come to stay with me and Erika? He's more than
welcome, and having him there would have three of us watching out
for each other, instead of just two."

Amy laughed, and said "Somehow, I think the idea of having him
share your bed is most of why you want him there - but if he's
agreeable, I'll go along with it. How about, Dan?" she asked,
turning to me.

I looked over to where Abby and Erika were waiting - with
considerable interest - to hear my answer. I told them "I don't
know how welcome I'll be after a few days of being there all the
time, but I agree."

Erika seemed to understand what I meant, but it slipped right
past Abby; when I looked back at Amy, she seemed to have some
concerns, as well. But the deal had been reached, so both of them
let the matter go - at least, for the moment.

Amy spoke up again to tell Abby "If you and Erika want to go home
tonight, that's fine. Or, if you want to, you're both welcome to
stay here. It's your choice."

Abby started to answer, but was interrupted by Erika saying "I'd
just as soon stay here, tonight."

Abby turned to look at her in surprise, and Erika went on to say
"If it's okay with you, Amy, Abby can sleep in the other bedroom
with Dan."

Abby and Amy both looked considerably surprised at that; it was
Abby that asked Erika "So what about you?"

Erika looked directly at Amy and answered "I, uh, learned a few
things while I was staying with Dan and Lucy. One of them was
that I like girls, too."

Abby gasped, but Erika and Amy continued to look at each other -
until Amy said "You're MORE than welcome to share my bed, if you
want. Or, the couch turns into a bed, and you can sleep there;
it's YOUR choice."

The two of them just looked at each other for a few more moments
before I saw Erika give a small nod before their gaze ended. With
all of our futures settled for the immediate future, we spend the
rest of the evening just watching TV.

After the late news and weather, it was time for bed, by mutual
accord. No overt notice was taken of who went where - as I was
keeping pace with Abby, Erika and Amy were headed a different
direction.

Abby seemed to understand that I really wasn't ready for any
`activity'; the two of us simply undressed to bare skin and
crawled under the bedcovers. I didn't want her to think that I'd
lost interest in her, though, and didn't hesitate to roll onto my
side and snuggle up next to her. She smiled in response, and held
my hand on her breast as she wriggled herself even closer. It
didn't take long for the two of us to fall asleep.

-----

The next morning, Abby and I were dressed and in the kitchen
making breakfast for everyone when Erika and Amy made their
appearance - both of them obviously having gotten only a minimal
amount of sleep. Abby and I shared a small grin, but didn't let
ourselves seem to take any notice, otherwise.

As we got ourselves ready for the morning, Amy told me "Oh, Dan?
I got you a chance to talk to the honcho of the bunch that was
tailing us. I figured it was better to get you in to see him
_before_ we had our talk with the Deputy Chief about the leak in
their offices."

I thanked her, and with concern in her voice, she asked "There
isn't going to be any trouble, is there?"

"Not a bit. I just have a couple things I want to say that might
get him talking, so we can get this mess over and done with."

She didn't seem entirely sure about what I was telling her, and I
went on to say "I'm not going to try to interrogate him, or pull
any scams, or anything like that - no threats at all; I just want
a quiet little talk."

I could see that wasn't a lot of comfort to her, but it was
enough; she told me when I could see him, and pointedly mentioned
that she'd be going with me - just not joining me in the
interrogation room with him. I agreed that that was fine, which
did more to reassure her than anything else I'd said.

"It's set up so you can talk to him any time after ten this
morning; I've got the Deputy Chief coming in for a visit at two
this afternoon", she told me.

I nodded my understanding and answered "That'll be fine. I don't
expect to be with him for more than fifteen minutes, or so."

I could see that not one of the three of them was very
comfortable with the idea of my planned `chat'. But between what
I'd already done for them, and not having any solid reason to
refuse me, I was going to get the opportunity I wanted - and that
was all that mattered to me.

-----

A little before 11:00, Amy and I were standing outside one of the
interrogation rooms at the police station. In the interest of
keeping everything low-key, the only other people present were a
detective and the uniformed officer that transported the
prisoner.

Before going in to where the character was sitting at a table, I
asked the detective "Are there any other microphones besides the
one on the table?"

"Yeah - a small one hidden under the window, here."

I turned to Amy and said "I'm going in now. If you're still going
in with me, I just want to ask you to not say *anything* - just
sit there, okay?"

She answered by saying "I changed my mind, and I'm just going to
wait out here. Whatever you're going to say to him, it'll
probably work better if there aren't any distractions. But I
*will* be listening, Dan!"

"That's fine" I answered before starting for the door.

Outside the interrogation room, I paused a few moments to compose
myself before going inside. After I closed the door behind me, I
turned to the guy - Tom Withers, I'd learned - and said "Hello,
asshole. Remember me?"

He got a surprised look on his face, but didn't say anything as I
moved to a chair across from him.

Once seated, I reached over to where the microphone on the table
was plugged in, and disconnected it before telling him "This
conversation didn't happen. There's a couple people watching to
make sure that I don't do anything to you - I promised them I
wouldn't, but they want to make sure. Otherwise, what I say in
here isn't official. This is just between you and me."

He paled slightly at that, but still didn't say anything.

"That's good", I told him. "You don't have to say anything. I'm
not here to question you. I'm here to tell your future. Well,
futures, actually. Which one actually happens is up to you."

He just looked at me as I continued "Here's the deal. The folks
you were working for fucked you over when they sent you out to
take care of me. The way they did it was that either they already
KNEW I was Army Special Forces, and didn't tell you, or THEY
didn't know. If they didn't know, then that means they don't know
as much about what me and the cops and the FBI are doing as they
want to believe. If they DID know, then they sent you out to do
something they knew - or suspected - you wouldn't be able to do.
On one hand, you're fucked because they didn't know what they
were doing; on the other hand, you're fucked because they DID.
Either way, you're fucked."

I could see him starting to think that one over, and went on "To
make matters worse, they sent somebody to try and hurt someone
close to me, to try and scare me off."

He got another surprised look on his face, and I told him "While
that would probably work on most people, it doesn't work on ME.
You see, I've *already* been in the shit, and come out of it.
I've *already* had to deal with assholes a lot scarier and a lot
more hard-core than your candy-assed gangs. Maybe you don't
believe me, so I'll tell you a _little_ bit of what I've already
seen..."

And I did - in patient, loving detail. About the gang whose
interrogation technique was to skin the subject alive. About the
bunch that had made an object lesson of someone by tying the
person to a tree, then putting a cage of rats over his head -
forcing the rats to eat their way to freedom. About the
`revolutionaries' that settled their score with an informer by
staking him out over a patch of freshly-cut bamboo - bamboo that
would grow THROUGH him, it's edges cutting through him like a
dull knife. About the gang punished a thief by repeatedly getting
him hooked on opiates, only to force him through withdrawals by
taking the drugs away. And as I talked, I could see him getting
more and more frightened; and even sick to his stomach.

I ended it by telling him "That's just *some* of the stuff I've
seen - and not even the worst of it. Now, me, I wouldn't WANT to
do anything like that. But then again, I didn't *want* your
bosses coming after my friends and family. I'm part of the FBI
investigation trying to bust your little buddies, so if anything
was to happen to you, I'd be one of the first people they'd want
to talk to. But there are guys that I used to work with that
would be more than happy to deal with you without my having to
say a word. Those guys saw the same stuff I just told you about -
and some of them aren't as fussy as I am. They wouldn't think
twice about using some of what they've seen. Sure, you're going
to jail, probably for a long time - but you're still probably
going to get out some day. And the guys I used to work with, they
wouldn't mind waiting; it would just give them more time to think
up stuff for you."

He visibly blanched at that thought, and I went on "The sad part
is, they wouldn't kill you. That would be too easy. They'd
probably leave you alive, as an example of what NOT to do. And
believe me, there's things worse things than dying - just imagine
what life would be like if some of the people I just told you
about had _lived_."

After I gave him a little time to think THAT one over, I told him
"Sure, there's a chance that you might spend the rest of your
life in prison. But I think both of us know that prison isn't all
that safe and secure, either. You've heard of Benny Francone?"

He nodded, and I continued "Me and Benny, we have an
understanding that we're not going to fuck with each other. I'd
be willing to bet that if I were to give him your name and
mention that your gang had come after my family, old Benny might
get it into his head that he'd like to do me a favor -
particularly since he doesn't much care for drugs, either. Isn't
that an interesting thought?"

 From the expression on his face, I knew he thought it was more
than `interesting'.

"So here's where I tell you what your futures are. One future is
that you start talking to the cops and FBI, telling them
everything you know. If you do that, there's the *chance* your
gang might come after you - if the FBI doesn't give you Witness
Protection. The other future is that you keep your mouth shut,
and face the *probability* that someone else decides they don't
like you, and does something about it."

I could see the fear in his eyes before I told him "You might be
thinking that you're fucked no matter what you decide. But I can
make it easier for you, and help you figure the odds. Here's the
one thing that is going to make the difference: the gangs are
going down. Not just here, but in a lot of places. I can promise
you that that's a stone cold FACT. And when the gangs go down,
the chance that they'll try anything against you goes down with
them."

I scooted my chair back and stood up before telling him "Those
are the two futures I see for you. You've got a choice in which
one you want. Sure, both of them suck - but one of them sucks a
lot less than the other. Which one you want to take the chance on
is YOUR decision. I hope you choose right."

With that, I left the room to return to where Amy and the cops
were waiting.

When I got there, Amy and both cops were visibly pale - and all
three had expressions that said they'd just had a peek intohell.

When I told them that I was done, both cops looked at me with
more than a little fear in their eyes. Amy had a better idea of
what I'd done in the Army, but even she was still unsettled.

The uniformed cop took the opportunity to get away from me,
leaving us to take the prisoner back to his cell. The detective
just said "I didn't hear anything", and left.

Amy just looked at me for a few seconds before asking "Those guys
you worked with - you wouldn't happen to have told them to do
anything, would you?"

"Nope. Like I told him - I wouldn't have to. We all got the same
basic training, and we were all more than capable of dealing with
new situations and problems without having to be told what to
do."

"If we catch any of them at it, you know what we'll have to do,
don't you?" she asked.

"IF you catch them, yeah. But you won't."

She gave me an appraising look, and said "No, I guess we won't.
And you won't help us, will you?"

"I *can't*, Amy. You read my file; you already know everything I
could tell you. I'm not in communication with them, so I don't
have any idea what they'll do, if anything, or when. If *I* don't
know where they are or what they're doing, how can I tell you?"

She sighed before telling me "Okay. I guess we'd better head
back."

-----

Shortly before two that afternoon, Amy stopped by my office to
remind me that the Deputy Chief would be there shortly. I asked
if she wanted me to sit in, and after a few moments thought, she
said that she didn't think it was necessary.

While she was in her meeting with the Deputy Chief, I called
Muddy and got a reservation for five of us for the following
Saturday evening - I figured that Amy's husband Tom wouldn't mind
a nice meal after being away for so long.

Afterwards, she came by again to let me know how it had gone - he
had taken the news reasonably well, all things considered. As
expected, he'd been less than pleased to learn of the leak, but
had reluctantly conceded at the necessity of the methods Amy had
used. He'd left with the vow that the source of the leak WOULD be
found and WOULD be dealt with - as well as profuse apologies that
it even existed.

That evening, it was just Amy and I at her apartment. I knew that
she wasn't happy at the possible involvement of `civilians' in an
ongoing investigation, but I also knew that she'd eventually
learn to live with it - particularly since there wasn't anything
she could really DO about it.

-----

Thursday morning, Amy stopped by to let us know that the police
had found out where the leak was, and arrested someone. They'd
discovered a miniature voice-activated tape recorder, decided to
leave it where it was and just watch it so they could catch
whoever had put it there. They arrested someone on the contract
cleaning crew when that person stopped by to change tapes; the
person was a close cousin of someone in one of the Cartelita
gangs. When informed that they were going to be considered as
accessories for all the stuff the Cartelita had been up to -
including attempted murder and conspiracy to commit murder - they
didn't hesitate to tell the cops everything they knew about what
was going on. It wasn't much, but it was _something_.

Amy also told us when Tom's flight would arrive. All of us
offered to go with her to pick him up from the airport, but
understood when she declined. Instead, we made arrangements for
me to transition from Amy's place to Abby's on Friday morning.
All I had to do was bring my suitcase in to work with me Friday
morning, and move it to Abby's car; when the day was over, I'd
just ride home with her and Erika.

While everyone was there, I let them know about making
arrangements for dinner at Muddy's restaurant, Caf  Triomphe. All
three of them were delighted, and Amy allowed that even Tom would
enjoy it.

-----

Friday went as planned; I had all my stuff in a suitcase that I
left in the trunk of Abby's car. When the day was over, I gave
Amy a goodbye kiss and left with Abby and Erika.

On the way `home', Abby told me "Erika and I have been thinking
about the sleeping arrangements, and we came up with something
that we think will work pretty well."

"What's that?" I asked, interested.

"If it's okay with you, I'll put your stuff in my bedroom and
you'll stay there. Then Erika and I will switch off staying with
you at night; the other one will stay in the other bedroom. That
way, you and whoever will have your own bathroom."

"Why not just put me in the other bedroom? We'd still have our
own bathroom."

Both of them blushed slightly before Abby told me "Uh, my
neighbors next door said something to me about all the noise the
last time. They were nice about it, but I still don't want to,
uh, disturb them again."

"It sounds pretty reasonable to me. I don't have any problem with
it." I told them.

When we got to her place, Abby led the way to her bedroom while I
carried my luggage. She showed me where I could put my things,
and I set my shaving gear and toothbrush in the bathroom. When I
came out, Abby took me into her arms and gave me a kiss before
telling me "That bit about me and Erika taking turns is just a
starting point. If it turns out that you and one or the other of
us start sparking some night, that's okay too, even if it's `out
of turn'. We had a LONG talk the first night we were back here,
and we both realized that we both love you too much to worry
about which one of us shares your bed. So just go ahead and do
whatever you like, and we'll be fine."

I gave her a hug of my own, followed by a kiss that let her know
I still cared for her. When it ended, she just smiled at me and
said "I think that's enough, for now. Come on, Erika said she was
going to fix supper tonight - but she didn't say what it was
going to be, and I'm hungry AND curious!"

Holding hands, we went back downstairs where we joined Erika on
the couch - with me taking the center spot and the two of them
bracketing me as we watched the evening news on TV.

When it was over, Erika got up, saying "I guess we're all hungry
enough for supper now?"

Abby nodded enthusiastically while I said "Hungry enough to eat a
horse - alive and kicking optional!"

Erika laughed and said "Good. If I mess this up - and no, I'm not
going to tell you what it is! - then I can count on your
appetites covering for it."

Abby and I continued to snuggle on the couch, even when some very
delightful aromas started emanating from the kitchen. I got up
once to get something to drink; I had barely gotten to the door
to the kitchen before Erika chased me out, telling me "If you
want something to drink, I'll bring it to you - I want this to be
a surprise!"

I told her what I was after, and she quickly brought me the iced
tea I wanted - as well as another drink for Abby.

It was near the end of some game show after the news that Erika
finally called out to let us know that it was ready. We went in
to find that between tending to the different dishes, she'd set
the table for all of us - and done it up right, with placemats,
napkins, a centerpiece, and even a couple of candles.

Abby and I shared a look before Erika came out of the kitchen to
tell us "Go ahead and sit down, and I'll bring it out to you."

She disappeared into the kitchen again, and Abby and I barely had
time to take our seats before Erika brought out our plates: baked
chicken, baby carrots, cubed potatoes, and green beans, with
dinner rolls for company. Abby and I looked at each other again,
both of us obviously wondering "what was the big secret?" while
Erika got her own plate. When she was seated with us, she told us
"I know, it doesn't *look* special, but I think you'll find that
it is, once you taste it."

I cut off a bite of the chicken, and found out that she hadn't
been kidding. It WAS something special: baked, it was still juicy
without being greasy, and had a VERY interesting - but definitely
pleasant! - flavor. Next I tried the carrots, and discovered that
they were apparently fresh-picked and had a slight taste of one
of the spices on the chicken. Next were the potatoes, then the
green beans. Both of those were also fresh, with a hint of
whatever was on the chicken while still maintaining their own
flavor.

Abby and I both profusely complimented Erika on her cooking; she
just smiled and answered "I thought you'd like it. Everything
came out just the way it was supposed to."

With that, we didn't waste any more time talking - the first
priority was savoring the delicious meal Erika had prepared. Even
Erika seemed to enjoy it - which I took to mean that it really
WAS good, knowing how I usually felt about the meals that *I* had
to cook.

When all three plates were clean, Erika collected them - ignoring
our offers to help, or even do it for her - and came back in with
dessert: chocolate mousse, with a light dusting of shaved dark
chocolate on top - and blended in, as we discovered.

The dessert was finished off in short order; and Erika followed
it with cups of coffee. Abby started to put sugar in hers when
Erika told her "You might want to taste it, first. This isn't
your ordinary grocery store coffee."

I took a sip of my cup, and realized what it was. When Abby did
the same, she got a surprised look on her face and asked "What
kind of coffee IS this?!"

I beat Erika to it by answering "Jamaica Blue Mountain."

Abby looked confused, and Erika looked pleased, before I went on
to explain "There are only two coffee plantations in Jamaica. By
all accounts, it's the best coffee in the world. Because of the
limited supply and high demand, it usually runs between twenty
and thirty dollars a POUND. Most serious coffee drinkers will
tell you it's worth every penny - when you can get it."

Abby thought that over for a moment before answering "I don't
know if it's worth that to drink every day; but for special
occasions, yeah, I guess it is."

Then she turned to Erika and asked "Okay, so how did you DO all
this? Unless I miss my guess, those were FRESH vegetables; and I
don't even know where to start on the chicken, not to mention the
coffee."

Erika told her "You know when I asked to borrow your car this
afternoon? That's when I went to the Farmer's Market and got the
veggies. I went to a health-food store to get the chicken; it was
raised without any additives, so all you tasted was chicken and
spices. I was calling coffee stores for almost a week before I
found one that had the coffee. And Dan was right - it was selling
for the low, low price of twenty-two dollars a pound for whole
beans. The rest of the beans are in your freezer; keep them there
until you're ready to use them, so they stay fresher. While you
two were upstairs, I took the chance to grind enough for a pot of
coffee, and kept the grounds in the fridge."

She went on to tell us "I'm not a health food nut, you
understand. It's just that I grew up on a farm, and I remember
what the food tasted like when it was FRESH and didn't have all
those additives. I cooked the veggies in purified water; the tap
water here has a little bit of a taste. I made the coffee with
bottled water, too, with a little egg shell in with the grounds
to tweak the flavor; it's an old Navy trick I heard about. No one
thing I did would have made _that_ much difference; but all of it
together..."

I smiled at her, and answered "Yeah, all of it together...!"

Abby asked "And the spices? Unless my taste buds were lying to
me, all of them had a little bit of the same flavor to them."

"They did. That was what brought all the different dishes
together. I'm sorry, but I can't tell you what spices I used;
it's kind of a family secret" Erika answered, apologetically.

Abby just grinned, and replied "That's okay. Now I've got some
motivation to do a little more home cooking, and experimenting!"

After a second cup of coffee - which Erika let Abby retrieve - we
decided that as nice as the meal had been, it was time to clean
up and do the dishes. Abby and I were adamant that Erika was to
park herself in the living room - after that meal, we told her,
we would be more than happy to take care of the rest.

When Abby and I found our way into to the living room, Erika had
taken station in Abby's recliner, leaving the couch and an
upholstered chair available to us. Abby guided me to the couch,
and had me stretch out a little on my side before planting
herself in front of me and pulling my arm around to hold my hand
over her breast. We lay like that for the next couple of hours as
we watched TV.

I finally had to get up to drain off the coffee so I could
replace part of it with a Coke from the fridge. When I got back
into the living room, I found that Erika and Abby had changed
places: Abby was holding down the recliner while Erika sat on the
couch, waiting for me. I put my Coke on the table at the end of
the couch before sitting down and stretching my legs out. When I
was settled, Erika moved to sit next to me, tucked into my side.
Once she was comfortable, she pulled my arm around her before
lifting her blouse enough to slip my hand under it to hold her
breast. Somewhere along the line, she'd shed her bra, and I felt
the nubbin of her nipple pressing into my palm  before she pulled
her blouse back down to hold my hand in place. A little while
later, I saw Abby look over at us and smile before turning back
to watch TV.

After we'd watched one of the late-night talk shows - they'd
agreed on David Letterman because one of his guests was Jack
Hanna and some animals - it was time for bed. I wasn't surprised
when Erika took me by the hand and led the way upstairs, with
Abby following. What DID surprise me was when Abby stayed right
with us all the way into the bedroom. Seeing the look on my face,
Erika told me "We thought that tonight we'd give you a proper
welcome", with a mischievous grin on her face.

The two of them quickly teamed up to get me ready for bed -
naked, that is - and laying down before they started undressing
each other. It was Abby that turned to tell me "After we got back
here, Erika helped me find out that I like girls better than I
thought I did." That was followed by Erika's statement "Yeah, she
likes girls just FINE!", making both of them chuckle.

Watching them taking each other's clothes off - with no small
amount of fondling and groping added - had me semi-erect by the
time they were both naked. When they turned to get into bed with
me, they saw the state I was in, and shared a grin before
bracketing my body with theirs.

Erika spoke first, saying "Both of us think girls are lots of
fun.", with Abby following her by telling me "But both of us
think guys - YOU! - are even better."

With that out of the way, Erika leaned in for a kiss while Abby
used one hand to start exploring my body. When Erika and I were
done, it was Abby and I while Erika's hand took over.

When our lips parted, Abby told me "Both of us wanted to make
love with you tonight, but we knew that it would be easier for
you to take care of both of us if you came first. So we tossed a
coin to see who got to get you off first. Erika won, so she's
going to use her mouth on you; if you want to, you can use your
hands or mouth to get ME off."

I just smiled and told her "Oh, I want!"

She smiled back, and lowered her head for another kiss as Erika
started kissing her way toward my slowly hardening penis. Along
the way, I could feel it as she made a few detours to include
select portions of Abby's anatomy, too.

Abby had risen up enough to bring her breasts within reach of my
mouth; I'd just taken one of her nipples between my lips (and
gotten a soft moan in response) when I felt Erika's mouth
envelope my penis.

As Erika's lips and tongue and gentle suction got me more and
more erect, I was doing much the same to Abby's breasts, and
getting equivalent results from her nipples.

By the time I was erect enough that Erika couldn't easily take
all of me into her mouth, Abby was more than ready to respond
when I nudged her to move to her knees. From there, she willingly
let me guide her until she was astraddle my head and facing away
from where Erika was sliding her lips up and down the length of
my erection.

Abby's hands were on her own breasts as I gazed up to the furrow
of her sex. Underneath the small, dense growth of her bush, I
could see where the glistening tower of her large clitoris was
waiting. Below and beneath, her incredibly soft pubic hair was
parted, revealing her extended vaginal lips, glistening with the
oils that had already escaped her female treasure.

I didn't hesitate to lift my head, and then extend my tongue to
draw it along her cleft. As I did, I collected the liquid essence
of her, savoring its light texture and faintly musky flavor. At
the top of her mons, I circled her clitoris a few times with my
tongue; she responded with a deeply passionate moan.

As Erika continued to use her mouth and lips and tongue to move
me toward my release, I did my best to bring Abby the same
pleasure *I* was feeling. Gently fluttering my tongue across her
clitoris; penetrating her as far as I could with my stiffened
tongue; simply licking at her extended labia and dipping my
tongue to press against her entrance; taking her clitoris between
my lips and softly sucking on it as I ran my tongue across it's
top surface - all of these actions served to move Abby closer and
closer to her orgasm, just as Erika was bringing me closer to my
own.

Finally, I felt the first faint stirrings in my balls - and knew
that my release wasn't far off. Determined to bring Abby her
pleasure before accepting my own, I increased the speed and
intensity of what I was doing to her; it was only a couple
minutes later when she released a loud cry - slightly muffled by
her thighs so close to my ears - as Abby was overtaken by her
orgasm. With each series of spasms in her body, her vagina would
push out a small wave of her female oils for me to happily
consume. It wasn't the fabled female ejaculation, only a natural
result of the more than ample supply of lubrication she produced
being pushed out by the power of her orgasm.

When most of her release had passed, Abby all but fell off of me
to lie on her side. At my groin, Erika was rapidly bringing me
closer and closer to my own climax. She had my balls cupped in
her hand when she took as much of me into her mouth as she could
and started sliding her tongue along the bottom of my erection; I
knew she could feel it when my balls tightened up right before I
sprayed the back of her throat with the first jet of my semen.
She didn't slow down in the slightest; she just swallowed it and
continued her stimulations as I emptied myself into her eager
mouth. Only when she felt me begin to soften did she tighten her
lips to milk the last few drops of my cum as she let me pull free
of her lips.

Satisfied with the results she'd gotten, Erika moved to share a
kiss with Abby - along with some of my semen, unless my eyes
deceived me. Abby welcomed the kiss, as well as the taste,
judging from the way the two of them began cleaning each other's
tonsils. When their kiss ended, Erika moved to sit near my feet,
facing halfway between me and Abby. With a mischievous grin on
her face, she leaned back on one arm before spreading her legs -
giving both of us a clear view of her pubic mound and the
glistening opening between her thighs.

Using her free hand, Erika began to play with her breasts;
drawing her fingernails from base to nipple, gently pinching her
nipples and pulling on them, and squeezing her breasts. As she
did, we could see her nipples getting longer as her areolas
puckered and hardened with her increasing arousal. Below, we
could see her clitoris start to make an appearance above where
her vaginal lips had gotten a bit longer and darker; the area
between them had opened slightly, and we could see brief flashes
of her obviously wet entrance.

A couple more minutes, and we watched as her hand slowly slid
down to cup her sex before she let a finger dip between her
labia. When it reappeared, it was visibly wet with her juices.
Erika locked eyes with me as she lifted her hand to her face and
delicately extended her tongue to touch it to her glistening
digit before slipping it into her mouth to clean it, tasting her
own oils in the process.

When she slid her finger from between her lips, she let her hand
drop down between her thighs again, where she began circling her
fingertip around and across her clitoris - moaning softly as she
did.

For the next few minutes, Erika continued to masturbate for us -
moving her hand from her clitoris to her vagina to her breasts
and back again. It was an incredibly erotic sight; if my own
climax hadn't been so recent, it would have easily gotten me
hard. As it was, though, it was enough to get Abby moving. With a
soft moan of desire, Abby slid herself to where Erika was playing
with her breasts - and when she was close enough, turned her head
to place her face securely between Erika's thighs. I couldn't see
what Abby did, but I could see the results: Erika's hand paused
on her breast as her head tilted back and her eyes closed before
a groan of pleasure escaped her lips. Her eyes opened again a few
moments later, but they were glazed and unfocused. Yeah, Abby had
discovered a fondness for girls, all right.

After a couple of minutes, Erika and Abby had wiggled around
enough on the bed that I was able to see what was going on: Abby
was enthusiastically - but gently - sucking on Erika's clitoris
as she repeatedly slid her tongue up through Erika's obviously
wet vaginal lips.

As I watched, Erika's nipples got longer and harder at the peaks
of her puckered areolas - even as her hips started a small
thrusting motion as she tried responded to the rhythm of Abby's
ministrations.

Over the next few minutes, I watched as Erika and Abby both got
more and more aroused; and I saw when Erika reached out to lay a
hand on Abby's leg and gently tug on it, indicating that she
wanted Abby to move on top of her in a `69' position. Abby
readily did so, and I could see between her thighs well enough to
watch as Erika lifted her head enough to slide her stiffened
tongue between Abby's parted labia.

The sights and sounds - and even smells - as the two of them made
love did wonders for my libido. It wasn't long before I could
feel myself starting to respond to the show I was privileged to
witness; and it wasn't much longer before I was as hard as I'd
ever been before. But I could tell that the two of them were
enjoying their activities, and I didn't want to interrupt the
pleasures they were giving each other.

With the wriggling and other movements as the two of them went at
each other, they had gradually moved around on the bed to the
point that I couldn't see what Abby was doing to Erika; rather,
it was what Erika's activities that had my attention. From the
look on her face, I knew that Erika was getting close to her
release; but her somewhat glassy eyes finally noticed my erection
waving in the air, and she moved her head enough to look at me
before telling me "Come on over here, and put that thing to work
in Abby."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah - but save some for me. There's something I want you to
do."

Though somewhat curious about what Erika had in mind, I didn't
hesitate to do as she bid. In short order, I was on my knees
behind Abby, straddling Erika's head. Erika gave me a mischievous
grin, then reached up to angle my penis down so she could take it
into her mouth again. With the head between her lips, she reached
behind me to pull on my ass, indicating that she wanted me to
slide myself further into her mouth. I did, and delighted as she
used her tongue to caress the underside of my erection while she
coated me with her saliva. Satisfied that I was properly
lubricated, she softly pushed on my hips so that I slid free of
her mouth again before taking me between a couple of her fingers.
Her hand pressed against the small of my back as she guided my
saliva-slick erection to the wet entrance to Abby's vagina.

When she felt the head of my erection sliding between her labia,
Abby released a deep groan - causing Erika's eyes to widen as the
vibrations stimulated her clitoris even more - before arching her
back and spreading her legs slightly to give me better access to
her opening.

With me firmly wedged in place, Erika released her hold on my
penis so she could use her fingers to spread Abby's labia -
opening Abby to me even more. Looking down, I could see that
Erika's eyes were glued to where Abby and I were touching, and I
knew that she wanted to watch as my glistening penis disappeared
into Abby's sex. The idea had a certain appeal to me, too, and I
resolved to make it something Erika would never forget.

My hands firmly on Abby's hips to hold her steady, I started to
press myself forward. But I moved slowly and deliberately,
wanting to give Erika as much of a show as I could. Abby seemed
to know what was happening, and didn't do anything to make my
penetration happen any faster - other than to relax herself so
that my entry was easier. I had barely gotten the head of my
erection past the ring of Abby's opening when I heard a deep,
husky moan from Erika before she muttered "Oh, GOD, that is so
sexy!"

As I continued to fill Abby with my manhood, I could hear Erika's
breathing become more rapid and shallow as she edged closer and
closer to her release. Apparently, she was stimulated as much by
the sight of my entry into Abby as by what Abby was doing toher.

By the time I felt Abby's ass cheeks touching my lower belly, I
could hear Erika moaning softly. Abby clenched herself around me
briefly before I started easing myself back out of her -
accompanied by a gasp and ragged groan from Erika. When only my
glans was still inside Abby, I could see Erika's face again - and
her eyes were still locked on where Abby and I were joined. Her
entire head and shoulders - all the way down to the tops of her
breasts - were flushed with her arousal.

Satisfied that I'd given Erika a proper show, I settled in to
begin making love to Abby. Over the next couple of minutes, I
slowly increased the pace of my thrusts into her. Erika continued
to be mesmerized by the sight of my manhood disappearing into
Abby, only to reappear a few moments later. A couple more
minutes, and I knew something had changed between them; what it
was I couldn't tell. Only when Erika's excited gasping took on
the same rhythm as my penetrations into Abby did I understand
that Abby was applying her oral skills to Erika in time with what
I was doing to her.

The result was that Erika's arousal and pleasure increased much
faster than it had before - not only was she privy to watch what
I was doing to Abby, but feeling Abby's efforts at the same time.
With the double stimulation, it wasn't much longer before I heard
Erika's strangled cry of release as she froze underneath us; a
quick glance revealed that even with Erika's thighs clamped
around her head, Abby was continuing to make Erika's orgasm as
long and powerful as she could. I felt Erika's hands on my
thighs, then her nails digging into my flesh as wave after wave
of obviously powerful contractions ran through her body. Each one
was presaged by a near-scream of pleasure that was choked off as
each peak of pleasure approached.

By the time it ended, Erika was nothing more than a limp, gasping
bundle of quivering nerve endings beneath us. Abby lifted her
head from between Erika's legs and turned to look at me. The
entire lower half of her face glistening from the mixture of her
saliva and Erika's female juices, Abby grinned at me before
gesturing with her head that she thought we should move.

It seemed like a good idea to me - not wanting to disturb Erika's
recovery - and I backed up enough to let my penis slide free of
Abby's intimate grasp. Carefully, the two of us moved from over
Erika to an open spot nearer the head of the bed. Once there,
Abby moved to lie on her back before spreading her legs in open
invitation for me to resume where we'd left off.

In a few moments, I was between her legs and poised to enter her
again. I was surprised when she reached down to hold my hips,
stopping me from pressing myself forward. When I looked into her
face, she looked back at me and said "I want to watch. I want to
see what it looks like when you..."

I nodded my understanding, and reached down to put first one,
then the other, of my arms under her legs before levering them
up. She was left in the position of having her knees nearly
touching her breasts, her pelvis tilted up so both of us could
clearly see where I was pressing against her. Satisfied with the
view, she looked up and nodded that it was okay for me to go on -
and I did.

Both of us looked down to watch as I pressed my hips forward, my
penis slowly disappearing into the hot, wet opening of her sex. I
spared a look into her face, and watched as her eyes grew wide
with the combination of the sight before her, and the sensation
inside. When we felt my balls resting between the cheeks of her
ass, I saw her eyes close as her lips grew into a broad smile of
pleasure.

Her eyes flew open when she felt me start to move; again, she
watched closely as I pulled out of her - and her vaginal lips
extended as the clasped at me, as though to try and hold me
inside her. They readily reversed direction when I began to push
my way into her again, their disappearance accompanied by a loud
groan of pleasure from Abby.

With both of us fully aroused, it didn't take but a minute or two
before I was pistoning in and out of her in a steady rhythm as
she watched my glistening erection fill and empty her by turns. I
knew the sight of it was exciting her from the way her hot, tight
sheath steadily became wetter and wetter in her arousal. It
wasn't long before the liquid sound of my manhood sliding in and
out of her vagina was clearly audible; beneath me, the hard
points of her nipples were swaying *ever* so slightly in time
with my thrusts. Abby's hands were clenched on my arms, and I
could feel her arching herself up slightly in welcome to each
penetration.

 From her gasping moans, I knew she was getting close to her
release. I wasn't surprised when, a few minutes later, I felt her
vagina slightly tighten around me a couple of times before she
clamped down on me and nearly screamed her pleasure. As tight as
she was around me, I couldn't really move very much inside her,
so I had to settle for pressing my pubic bone against her
clitoris in time with the spasms I felt around me. That seemed to
be all she needed, as she released a hoarse grunt in response to
each wave of pleasure that washed through her body.

When her climax tapered off enough, Abby all but collapsed
underneath me. I knew that Erika wanted me to make love to her
again, but I waited until I saw that Abby had started to get her
wits back and that her breathing was near normal before I gave
her a soft kiss and gently eased myself back so that my penis
pulled free of her.

I turned to face Erika again, and saw that she had witnessed
enough of what Abby and I had been doing that her vaginal lips
were fully extended - as were her nipples.

Erika seemed to be entranced by what she'd just seen; it was a
several seconds before she realized that I was patiently waiting
for her to tell me what it was that she'd wanted me for. After
giving a small start, she looked up at me and asked "Do you
remember what I said you could do when we made love on the bed
that first time?"

It took me a few moments - I can only plead all the time and
excitement since then - before I recalled her offer to let me
have her anally.

I looked down at her and asked "The way you've never made love
before?"

She nodded, and replied "Yeah, that. The more I've gotten to know
you and your family, the more I realize just what kind of guy you
are. I want to give myself to you in a way that's as special as
you are. It's a virgin part of me that I want YOU to have."

I raised my eyebrows, and she went on to tell me "No, I'm not
offering that part of me because I think I owe you anything, or
any of that kind of nonsense. I know you'd refuse - and rightly
so. I want you to be my first that way because of what you mean
to me."

Her eyes met mine, and our gazes locked. I knew that she was
serious about what she wanted, and honest about why. I nodded my
head and told her "I'm flattered and honored, and I agree. I'll
do my best to make it as good for you as I can."

She smiled and answered "I know. That's why I want it to beYOU."

Knowing that I would do as she wanted, she quickly got to her
feet and made a dash into the other bedroom. I could hear her
rummaging around in a bag for a few moments, and the sound of her
footsteps in the other bathroom before she reappeared. In one
hand, she had a small hand towel; in the other, what initially
appeared to be a tube of toothpaste. Only when she opened her
hand to show me what it was did it make sense: a tube of K-Y
jelly.

To my surprise, she blushed slightly before telling me "I, uh,
got this instead of petroleum jelly; I've heard that this stuff
will wash off with water, and after we're done, I didn't want to
walk around feeling, um, `squishy'."

I smiled at her before saying "That's fine. I don't think I'd
want to feel `squishy' any more than you would. That's the down
side for us guys when we have to get a prostate check!"

She giggled, and answered "Yeah - now if us women could only get
you guys to understand visits to the gynecologist!" Then, with a
twinkle in her eye, she set the towel aside and said "I'll just
clean that *thing* of yours, and we can get started..." - and
proceeded to do just that, using her mouth and tongue to clean
any trace of Abby's fluids from my semi-erect penis. And in the
process, bringing me back to full erection.

Satisfied that she'd gotten me squeaky clean, Erika uncapped the
tube of lubricant and squeezed a generous dollop into her hand.
She held it there for a few moments to warm it a bit before she
reached out to begin spreading it around on my penis. When she'd
gotten me thoroughly coated with it, she gave me a nervous smile
and handed the stuff to me, saying "I think you know what to do
with this..."

I voiced my agreement, and with only the briefest hesitation, she
moved to her hands and knees in front of me. Resting her
shoulders on the bed, she reached back and took hold of the
cheeks of her delightfully curved ass and pulled them apart -
exposing her most intimate opening to me.

Above the dewy lips of her vaginal opening, the dark pink rosette
of her anus drew my attention. With each small movement of her
body, I could see it tighten and relax again. After I'd been
looking at it for several seconds, I heard her slightly nervous
query "So, are you gonna do something with that stuff, or what?"

Her voice prodded me out of my reverie, and I quickly moved to
prepare her for the loss of her anal virginity. As she'd done, I
squeezed a generous amount of the lubricant onto my hand and held
it for a few moments to make sure it was warm enough. Then I
reached between the globes of her ass and applied the stuff to
the skin just above her pucker before pushing it down and across
her nether opening. I spread the stuff around carefully, making
sure that any area I was likely to come in contact with was
properly protected. When I'd finished that part of it, I got
another blob of the lube, and carefully worked it farther into
her opening, pushing it inside her with one finger to make sure
that there wouldn't be any _unpleasant_ friction. As I did, I
could see her labia getting longer and darker, and felt her
gently rocking back against my touch - and was reassured that she
really did want it to happen.

With both of us as slippery as we could be, the only thing left
to do was the deed itself. I carefully recapped the tube and set
it aside before cleaning the surplus from my hand.

Erika kept her position, holding herself `open' for me as I eased
my way forward and positioned the head of my penis against her
anus - accompanied by a small gasp from Erika. A moment later, I
could see and feel it as she consciously relaxed her sphincter
before she told me "I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be, so go
ahead. I know you'll stop if I need you to."

Having said that, she relaxed even more, and I knew she was ready
for what was next. Holding myself in position, I began pressing
myself into her - only to be surprised when the tight ring of her
rectum gradually expanded to accept the penetration.

A few seconds later, both of us felt it as the head of my penis
finally slipped through her opening. I heard her gasp, and
immediately stopped; waiting to see what she wanted me to do.

After she took a couple of deep breaths, I heard her say "Yeah,
that's good - just hold still a minute, so I can get used to
this."

She was clamped tightly around me at first, but I could feel her
trying to let her anus relax to this new sensation. As she did, I
used my hands to begin caressing her back and sides, and even her
thighs, to try and help.

A bit later, she spoke up again, telling me "Okay, go ahead - but
slow, right? Geez, this feels so weird! Good, but *weird*."

"Slow it is", I agreed, before adding "But I think the worst part
is over."

She nodded her understanding, and I put my hands on her hips to
hold both of us steady as I again pressed myself into her. As I'd
expected - from previous experience - the rest of me slid into
her with relative ease: the head of my penis was the largest part
of it; so once that was through her opening, the rest was
relatively easy.

In short order, I was inside her as far as I could go: the firm
globes of her ass were firmly pressing against my lower belly,
and I could feel her pubic hair tickling my scrotum.

With the realization that I was finally all the way in her, Erika
let the cheeks of her ass go, reaching back up with her hands to
take a double handful of the bedcovers and clench them in her
fists before announcing "Oh, GOD, this is good! It feels like
I've got a telephone pole stuck up my ass - but it's such a
*nice* telephone pole!"

Reassured that she wasn't feeling any pain or discomfort, I began
to slowly back out of her, watching as the tight ring of her anus
stretched out slightly as it clasped at my erection. I stopped
when only the head of my penis was still inside her, and then
paused a few seconds before again filling her bowels with my
manhood - and drawing a deep, guttural groan of pleasure and
arousal from her.

Behind us, and slightly to the side, we heard Abby's gasp as she
realized what we were doing - and more specifically, what part of
Erika's anatomy my penis was disappearing into.

After a couple of minutes, Erika raised up to hold her body off
the bed with her arms - but was careful to arch her back so that
I could continue to enter her as far as possible. With her slight
change in position, she was more comfortable with my movement in
her, and she began to press herself back against me with each
penetration. With that encouragement, I slowly sped up the pace;
each long, steady stroke of my slick member through her sphincter
drew a soft moan from her.

With my penis firmly planted in her, I moved my hands from her
hips - reaching down and forward to take her full breasts in my
hands, cupping and squeezing them for a bit before gently
pinching and pulling on her erect nipples. When I started doing
that, Erika lifted one hand and moved it to between her thighs so
she could begin playing with her clitoris, and slipping a finger
into her womanhood - and while it was there, both of us could
feel the sensations produced from having both of her lower
openings occupied. The added stimulation soon had me pistoning in
and out of her even more quickly, even though I had to shorten
the length of my movements. The increased motion in her nether
region seemed to arouse Erika even more, since she started softly
grunting in response to each of my thrusts.

The sensation of her incredibly hot bowels being wrapped around
my penis, and the deliciously tight ring of her anus sliding up
and down its length, soon had me well along the way toward my
climax. From the insistent way she was diddling her clitoris and
the intermittent clenching of her back passage around me, I knew
that Erika was rapidly approaching her own release.

It wasn't much longer before I felt myself getting close to
unloading in her. Raising my body up, I moved my hands from her
breasts to her hips so I could steady both of us. As I increased
the speed, and even force, of my thrusts into her, the sounds
Erika was making increased in volume and obvious arousal.

As I felt my balls pull up, Erika suddenly released a loud cry as
the rosette of her anus clamped down around my erection. Along
the bottom of my penis, I could feel the clenching and spasming
of her vagina as her orgasm took over her body. The tightness of
her pucker and the sensations she was creating along my penis
were all I needed to push me over the edge as well - with a
couple of hard thrusts into her, I buried myself in her back
passage just as the first wad of my jism erupted from the end of
my penis to coat her bowels.

Even as I was getting ready to fire another load of my semen into
her, Erika threw her head back and shouted "I can feel it! Oh,
GOD, it's like FIRE!" before her breath caught in her throat. The
tendons in her neck were stretched like steel cables as her
breath left her lungs in a high-pitched whistle; I didn't think
it was possible, but her anus tightened around me even more - and
her bowels began an incredible clenching around me.

As tight as she was, the feelings she was creating were simply
too much, and I continued to unload wad after wad of hot cum into
her nether region. Only when the last ineffective spurt of my
man-juice had passed did she relax; her head and shoulders all
but collapsing onto the bed. My hold on her hips kept that part
of her upright; and a good thing, too: as tightly as her anus was
clamped around my penis, if her hips had fallen, I feared that
she might well have ripped it loose from my body.

But my own release had been incredibly powerful, and I could feel
myself quivering slightly as I tried to keep from collapsing on
top of Erika. Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms around me - it took
me a few moments to remember that Abby had been there with us,
and witnessed the entire event. Abby carefully and gently helped
support me and Erika as she guided us down onto the bed. Along
the way, Erika relaxed enough to let my rapidly-softening penis
pull free. When both of us were lying on the bed, Erika was on
her stomach with me on my back next to her - both of us panting
as we tried to get our breath back.

I was dimly aware of Abby moving around us, but I was still
surprised when I saw her appear over me with an obviously damp
washcloth in her hand. She looked at me questioningly, and I
managed to nod my head in acceptance of what I hoped she was
offering. She gave me a gentle smile, and a moment later, I could
feel it as she used the cloth to clean my pelvis of the majority
of the lubricant. Several moments later, I heard Erika's breath
catch slightly, and figured that Abby was doing a similar cleanup
on her.

I heard, rather than saw, Abby leave the bedroom and start down
the stairs; with a concentrated and massive effort, I managed to
roll onto my side so that I could put an arm across Erika's back.
I watched as Erika responded by lifting her head enough to be
able to turn it and face me. When I saw the look on her face, I
knew that she'd accomplished that simple movement only through
sheer force of will.

The two of us lay there looking at each other, each of us
shuddering slightly with occasional after-shocks from the
intensity of what we'd just been through.

A bit later, I heard Abby come into the bedroom again, and then
listened as she set something on the nightstand next to the bed.
A moment later, I felt the bed shift as she climbed onto it and
moved to where Erika and I were laying next to each other. By
this time, Erika and I were both breathing somewhat normally. I
felt Abby's hands on me and heard her say "Dan, if you can move,
I'll help you sit up so you can have something to drink and eat
while you rest."

I considered the offer carefully, decided that the effort would
be worth the reward, and nodded my agreement. It wasn't easy, but
between the two of us, Abby and I managed to get me propped up
against the headboard of the bed. After handing me a can of Coke
with the explanation "Here - you need the liquid and sugar", Abby
moved to Erika and made the same offer to help her get
repositioned. A minute or so later, Erika was sitting next to me,
and soon had her own cold Coke.

Satisfied that neither of us was going to fall over, Abby
collected a plate from the nightstand and took up a position
where she could reach both of us. Looking at the plate, I could
see that she'd prepared some sandwiches - but I couldn't tell
what kind they were. She saw me looking at them, and with a
smile, she broke off a bite-size piece of one and fed it to me. I
only had to chew it once to realize what it was - peanut butter
and honey. I looked at her and managed to ask "peanut butter and
honey?"

She gave me a smile and answered "I discovered them when I was in
college, and cramming before exams. The sugar in the honey gives
you a quick boost - enough to keep you going until the energy
from peanut butter can kick in."

It made sense, and seemed to be working - after only a couple of
hand-fed bites from Abby, I felt able to hold the rest of the
sandwich myself. Erika watched our exchange, and readily accepted
when Abby made her the same offer. It took Erika a few more
bites, but it wasn't long before she was holding her own
mini-meal, the two of us taking sips of our Cokes between bites.

As we sat there eating, Abby looked from one to the other of us
several times before she said "That was the most incredible thing
I've ever seen. I've had guys want to do that to me before, but I
always thought it would hurt and that it would be kinda gross.
But when I saw how you were acting, Erika, I knew that it
couldn't be as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, I could SEE
him sliding in and out of you, and the way you kept getting more
and more turned on - well, it was amazing."

By this time, Erika had recovered enough to be able to answer her
by saying "It *was* amazing." With a small blush, Erika went on
to say "For a long time, I've wondered what it would feel like,
to have a man inside me like that; but I was always afraid it
would hurt. Then I met Dan, and got to know him, and knew that HE
wouldn't hurt me. The time we were up here - you know, after he
stayed the night - I told him it was okay if he wanted me that
way, but he didn't do it then. Then after I met Lucy and got to
_really_ talk to her and the girls, I knew that if I was ever
going to do it, it was going to have to be with him. I was just
waiting for the chance, and lucky enough that it came tonight."

Abby waited patiently while Erika took another bite and chewed,
before washing it down with a sip of Coke.

Erika went on to tell her "It's strange - it didn't hurt even a
little bit. Whether that's because I wanted it so much, or
because I knew it was Dan, I don't know. It felt DAMN strange at
first, though; and it took me a little time to get used to having
him inside me like that. But he was as gentle and patient as I
knew he'd be, and once I was ready for him to go on, it started
feeling better and better. But I guess you know that!", the last
part with a grin.

"Yeah, I do!" Abby agreed, with her own smile. A moment later,
Abby said "Still, I don't know if I could do that."

Erika just looked at her for a second before saying "Then don't.
If you're not sure, then it's better if you don't even try it.
It'll only `work' if you're a willing and ready participant. If
you decide that you want to try it later, then wait until the
time and place and guy are all right. For me, it was here and now
and Dan; for you, it might happen differently, if you want it to
happen at all."

Abby nodded her understanding, and turned to look at me.

"I just wanted to thank you for what you did, just now - cleaning
us up, getting us some refreshments, and even getting us mobile
again."

Erika echoed my comments before Abby answered "I'm glad to help.
Like I said, it was really something to watch the two of you. If
you needed a little assistance, I'm happy I was here to provide
it."

Erika and I had each gone through a couple of sandwiches, and
finished our Cokes. I looked over at her, and said "Abby did a
fine job of washing me off, but I think I'd like to grab a shower
before I go to bed."

Erika nodded her agreement, and I turned to Abby to say "And of
course you're invited to join me or us, if Erika doesn't mind."

"I don't mind at _all_!" Erika volunteered.

Abby got a happy smile on her face and answered "Yeah, I'd like
that. You guys go ahead and get started, and I'll be right in",
as she took the empty cans and plate from us and set them on the
nightstand. As Erika and I got up on one side of the bed, Abby
moved to the other, obviously meaning to take the trash and empty
plate back downstairs.

Erika and I got the shower started and temperature set, and had
just gotten into the spray when Abby joined us. Erika and I were
still a little tired and weak, and Abby enthusiastically helped
us clean each other up. It was a very pleasant, if not lengthy,
wash up for all of us. When it was over, we helped dry each other
off, and made our way to the bed, where Abby and Erika took
places on opposite sides of me. When we were settled in, each of
them was on her side, leaning against me with my arms around them
as they held hands on my chest. Sleep came quickly for all of us,
I think.

-----

When I woke up the next morning, I was spooning against Abby's
back while Erika matched my position behind me. I had the usual
morning erection, which was neatly trapped by the warm, firm
globes of Abby's ass. It was a wonderful way to wake up, and I
really didn't want to move - but no matter how much I tried to
fight it, hydraulic pressure finally forced me to get up. As I
cleared the space between them, I was amused to watch as Abby
tried to scoot back and Erika tried to move forward, each seeking
the warmth that had just deserted them. They ended up spooning,
Erika's hand finding it's way over Abby's breast, which Abby held
in place with her own hand.

Having drained the surplus fluids and brushed my teeth - which
seemed to be wearing little fuzzy sweaters - I decided that a
little breakfast was called for. A check of the clock showed that
it was nearly 9:00 AM, so I figured that the girls wouldn't mind
a bite to eat, either.

I was downstairs cooking breakfast when the two of them made
their appearance - and both of them started laughing at the sight
of me, naked except for one of Abby's aprons.

I just looked at them and said "I learned a LONG time ago about
the dangers - particularly for men! - of cooking bacon while
naked."

That got both of them laughing again, and I told them "Go ahead
and get yourselves some coffee - yes, it's some of the Jamaican,
it seemed appropriate this morning - and take a seat. Breakfast
will be served shortly."

They did as they were told, taking seats around the small table
in the kitchen, watching as I finished cooking the scrambled
eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast. Abby got up only once, to get
glasses of orange juice for all of us.

None of us felt any need to talk, so breakfast was a comfortable,
quiet event. The only reference to the evening before was when
Abby asked Erika "Are you okay this morning?"

Erika looked at both of us before answering "Aside from being
just a *little* bit sore, everything's fine."

Abby nodded, and went back to eating. Erika saw me looking at
her, and just gave me a little smile and shake of her head,
letting me know that any discomfort she was feeling really was
minor.

When the meal was over, and we were just sitting there sipping
our refreshed coffee, Abby asked "So where did you learn to cook,
Dan? I have to admit that I'm surprised that it was as good as it
was."

I smiled, and told her "I was a bachelor for *way* too long. I
had to learn how to cook in self-defense. There's nothing like
having to eat your mistakes to motivate you to learn not to make
them!"

Both of them laughed at that, and I went on to tell them
"Actually, I'm not much of a cook, and I know it. When we get to
Muddy's tonight, then you'll find out what a REAL cook can do."

Abby, having not had the opportunity to read my file, asked "So
how is it you know Mr. Waters?"

I smiled and told both of them "Don't bother calling him `mister'
to his face; he'll just tell you to call him Muddy. I know him
because we were in the same outfit in the Army."

"Why is he called `Muddy'", Abby asked.

Here, Erika jumped in and told her "There's an old blued musician
by the name of Muddy Waters. It's actually not uncommon for
people with that last name to get that nickname - particularly
when they're Black."

I nodded to verify Erika's explanation and went on to say "Muddy
and I were on some missions together, along with some other guys,
of course. While we were on them, Muddy did most of the cooking -
he was better at it than the rest of us."

"What did he do in your outfit?" Erika asked.

"He packed the Hog - he was the one that carried around our M-60
machine gun and damn near all the ammo for it."

Both of them thought that over for a minute before Abby said "An
M-60? That's the big one, right? He must be pretty strong to
carry that thing around - not to mention the ammo for it!"

I just grinned and answered "Oh, he's fairly strong, all right.
You'll see when we get there." Abby and Erika both got
expressions that let me know they KNEW I was up to something -
but didn't have a clue what it was. I couldn't wait to see the
expressions they'd have when they finally saw him! Well over six
feet tall and pushing 300 pounds - none of it fat - he was an
imposing sight. He'd been able to fire the hog with one hand as
well as the rest of us fired our M-16s, and could pack around
enough ammo to founder a mule.

After we'd finished our coffee, I shooed the two of them out of
the kitchen, despite their protests, and cleaned up. The rest of
the day was spent relaxing. Abby and Erika decided to do laundry;
when I offered to help, I was thoroughly put in my place. While
they were doing that, I took the opportunity to get caught up on
some of the technical publications I subscribed to. Afterwards,
the three of us lay around the apartment watching movies on
cable. Abby and Erika took positions at the ends of the couch,
one of them with my head on her lap, the other holding my feet.

When the time came, the three of us got ready for dinner, then
piled into Erika's rental car - it was a bit larger than Abby's -
and went over to Amy's place. While the women bunched up to
discuss each other's outfits, Tom and I had a chance to get
caught up - but only after he'd expressed his sympathies for what
had happened to Sandra's parents.

We decided to go ahead and take both cars to get to Muddy's
restaurant. The valets were quick, and it was only a minute
before we were inside the front door. The maitre d' was the same
fellow as before, and when he recognized me, he quickly escorted
the five of us past the rest of the line - earning us a number of
stares, along with some mild indignation - and escorted us to our
table. As before, it was the best in the place; Muddy had
obviously given the staff very clear instructions on how we were
to be treated - we'd barely had time to sit before we were all
but overwhelmed with service.

I knew when Muddy made his appearance by the sudden intake of
breath from all three of the women. Tom, of course, had seen and
met him before, but none of the others had. Over my shoulder, I
heard Muddy tell me "Boomer, I don't know how you do it, but you
keep bringin' the best-lookin' women into my place. I aught to
start payin' you a commission for dressin' up the place somuch!"

I stood up, and Muddy and I shook hands before he eased me back
into my chair. He pulled another one up near the table, and I
introduced him to the ladies. All of them were visibly nervous
when he reached a hand out to take theirs, then relaxed when all
he did was raise their hands to his lips and kiss them with a
"Pleasure to meet you, ma'am."

With the introductions done, he told us "If you folks will
forgive me, I've gone ahead and prepared a little something
special for your meal tonight."

Amy answered by telling him "I'm sure that we'll be delighted
with it, Mr. Waters."

Amy and Erika shared a look before Muddy laughed, and told her
"Just call me Muddy, Amy - it's the only thing I know how to
answer to. Same for the rest of you folks. Now if you'll excuse
me, I'll be leaving for a few minutes, but I'll be right back."

When he'd left, Erika and Abby both gave me a dirty look before
Erika said "I wish you'd said a little more about how BIG he is.
He liked to have scared me to death when he just _showed up_ like
that!"

Tom and I both laughed, and I answered "I *told* you he carried
our M-60 and the ammo. And it was you, Abby, that pointed out how
big and heavy they are. What did you think he was going to look
like?"

Abby asked "Why does he call you `Boomer'?", and Amy answered for
me by telling her "What else would you expect them to call their
explosives guy?"

I nodded, and added "In military outfits like ours, guys get
nicknames for all kinds of reasons. Muddy got his because of the
blued musician, like Erika told you. I was Boomer because of my
ordnance training. Our communications guy was `Talker'. Our
logistics guy's name was Howard Mouser - but he got the nickname
`Mickey'". They thought that one over for a second, thenlaughed.

About that time, Muddy showed up again - mildly surprising the
rest of them at the way he just *appeared*. When he sat down,
Erika looked at him and said "It looks like you've seen a little
action, Muddy", nodding at some of the scars that peeked out from
under his chef's jacket.

Muddy surprised her by just smiling, and saying "Yeah, that I
have.", then a moment later, adding "Only reason I'm here is
`cause of Boomer, there."

I tried to change the subject, but none of the rest of them
wanted any part of it - they wanted to hear the story.

When Muddy was done telling it, Abby asked him "Were all the
missions you went on like that?"

Muddy laughed and told her "Not hardly. That one was probably the
worse. The best one was when there was only one round fired by
the whole team."

Abby asked "Can you tell us about it?"

"You bein' FBI and all, I guess it wouldn't hurt", he answered.
"The thing was, there was these gangs running around loose in
some country or other, and the government there asked Uncle Sam
for some help. All these gangs were doing was killing folks,
robbing banks and such, and just generally getting up to no good.
There was just one person holding the whole mess together; some
bandit chief that kept all the individual gangs from trying to
kill each other off. Uncle Sam, he sends us in with instructions
to take out the head honcho. We get on the ground, and have a
look around, and Boomer here has an idea. We work out a path from
where we're supposed to be picked up when the mission is over
back to where word is this character likes to hang out. Along the
way, we start planting claymores and a bunch of different kinds
of booby-traps and such. Every so often, Boomer here, he says he
thinks maybe it would be a good idea to add a little more stuff
to this area or that one. Well,!
 we been together long enough that we all know he's got pretty
good instincts on this stuff, so we do what he says. Anyway, we
finish up not far from where we're supposed to find El Jefe or
whatever the hell his name was. Boomer sets up - he's our sniper,
too, remember - and the rest of us fan out to cover him. A few
hours later, here comes His Nibs. They set up for some damn
party, and we wait a little more. Finally, everybody sits down to
dinner. Right in the middle of this asshole - `scuse me - taking
a bite of supper, Boomer caps him. Nails him square between the
runnin' lights at damn near a thousand meters; right nice
shootin', it was. Anyway, all the rest of `em, they get some
excited and start after us. We got us enough of a lead, they
don't get within shooting distance, but they're definitely behind
us. We head for our extraction area, and we start hearing some of
the little presents we'd set up going off behind us. That slows
them down some, and we get a little mor!
e distance on them. A bit later, they find more of our goodies,
and that slows `em down some more. By the time we get to the
extraction point, they've done give up on us. So there it is, an
entire mission, and there's only one bullet fired - one of his."

By the time he finished, all four of them were staring at me,
their eyes leaving me only when Muddy added "Later, we found out
that they hit *every single one* of the booby traps we'd laid for
them. Cut their numbers down considerable - but not enough to
stop the individual gangs from getting the idea of taking over
where their honcho had left off. By the time it was all said and
done, there wasn't more than a handful of them running loose, and
about as organized as a can of worms. Our C.O., he was right
pleased and impressed the way things turned out. They even had
some officers' do a special debrief of Boomer, asking him why
he'd had us set the traps up the way we had."

About that time, we saw one of the staff signaling Muddy, and he
excused himself to go deal with whatever it was that needed his
attention. He'd been gone a few minutes when the headwaiter and
crew showed up with our dinner - prime rib, cubed potatoes,
salads, green beans, fresh (hot!) dinner rolls, and all the rest.
While we were eating, we saw Muddy visiting with some of the
other guests, but he left us alone to enjoy (!!) our meal.

We'd finished our lemon sherbet dessert and had our coffee topped
off when Muddy reappeared - this time only slightly startling the
others. One of the waiters brought him a cup of coffee, and the
six of us sat at the table, quietly chatting several minutes
before Muddy asked "So, I hear you all are going after the dope
dealers we got here in town?"

Amy admitted that was the case, and Muddy asked "How's itgoing?"

Amy and Abby gave him the general picture, Amy finishing by
telling him "The biggest problem has been keeping the DEA's heavy
hands out of this - the only way we've been able to manage it is
the fact that the Cartelita has been one part of a loose
interstate coalition of gangs, and they've been using more
technology than the DEA is used to - particularly the encryption
that Dan is working on breaking. It's aggravating the hell out of
them, but the decision's been made *way* up in the Justice
Department that the Bureau is in charge. They still try to get
one of their thumbs in on it every so often, when they think they
can get away with it."

When she finished, Muddy looked at me and asked "How _you_ doin'
Boomer?"

"About as well as can be expected, I suppose."

"Lucy and the girls okay? How's Sandra?"

"They're all fine, as of last night. The girls have police
escorts when they leave the house, and I told you at the funeral
that Lucy's carrying."

Muddy made a disgusted noise and said "Damn shame people gotta
live like that."

I agreed, as did the others, before I told him "But we'll get
them. It's slow going right now, but it'll happen. The biggest
hassle is that while we're trying to take out the honchos,
they're still selling that crap, and getting rich in the process.
It's too bad we can't really go after them where they *live* -
their dope and their money."

I saw a brief flicker in Muddy's eyes - nobody else saw it, since
he was facing me - and I knew that he'd gotten the message.

"That is a shame", he conceded, before adding "But I know you'll
all take care of business."

Having said all that I needed to, and Muddy knowing what was
needed - at least, in general terms, which was enough - the
conversation headed back to more casual subjects. Muddy filled
them in on what he'd done after he got out, up until the time
he'd opened his place, Caf  Triomphe.

It finally came time for the five of us to leave, and I decided
to just take the bull by the horns.

"Where's the check, Muddy?"

He just looked at me and answered "Boomer, you know better than
to ask that question."

"Muddy, are you *ever* going to let it go?"

"Not as long as I'm breathin' - thanks to you. You and these
folks, you're my guests tonight. What you're doing, trying to
bust up those dope gangs - well, this is just my contribution."

Under those conditions - that is, witnesses and all - I knew I
wasn't going to get anywhere arguing with him. So I settled for
just looking him in the eye and telling him "When this is over,
I'm saying it should be even. I can't *make* you agree" - he gave
a derisive snort at that - "but I expect things will be even
enough. I did you a turn, and you've done me some - let's call it
square, okay?"

Grudgingly, he said "I'll think on it some - but I'm not making
any promises."

"Fair enough, Muddy."

That out of the way, Muddy told us "There's no hurry for you
folks to leave. You're welcome to stay as long as you want, and
if there's anything you want, young Ricky over there will see
that you get it. I don't mean to be a bad host or anything, but
there's still things I've gotta do."

Erika spoke up, telling him "Thanks, Muddy. It was a *wonderful*
meal, and I know that all of us appreciated it. You go ahead
about your business, and we'll be fine."

With that, Erika stuck her hand out, and when Muddy took it, told
him "It's been a real pleasure and treat meeting you."

Abby and Amy both followed Erika's example, then Tom shook with
him, too.

I stood up, and Muddy and I shook hands before he headed off to
take care of his business.

The rest of us had one more cup of coffee before deciding that we
were ready to leave. Tom started to leave a tip for the staff,
but Ricky came over and told him "You don't need to do that, sir.
All of us know what he did for Mr. Waters; we wouldn't accept it
from him, and we won't accept it from you."

Tom - and the others - knew that most of the money the staff made
was from tips; having them refuse one told him what they thought
of Muddy, and what I'd done so long ago. He nodded his
understanding and put his money back in his pocket before the
five of us made our way outside. The valets had `our' vehicles
ready for us; Amy invited the three of us back to their place for
a drink, but we politely declined - we were still a little tired
from our activities of the previous evening.

The rest of the weekend went by quietly; Monday morning found all
of us bunched up in my office - Tom had come along with Amy to
see if there was anything he could do to help. There wasn't,
really, so he soon left to take care of some other things that he
needed to deal with.

I went into The Room to check on how things were going, and
learned that my computer was a bit over halfway through the
possible keys for the encryption system the dealer had been
using. At the rate keys were being tested, I figured another
month or so would see all the dealers behind bars.

Late that morning, Amy stopped by to tell me that the fellow I'd
had my little `chat' with had apparently made his decision. He
was telling the PD anything and everything he knew. His lawyer
had tried to convince him not to say anything, but the guy had
just told the lawyer "You aren't looking at what I am. Shut the
fuck up." The lawyer was pitching a fit about threats and
coercion, but his (former) client wasn't going along with it.

Some of the information he'd coughed up was how the gangs had
known to find us at the mall. Rather than take the risk of
tailing us, they'd put magnetic radio beacons on Amy's, Abby's,
and Erika's cars, and simply traced the signals in the wee hours
of the morning when they'd be less likely to be noticed. With
Abby's and Amy's homes located, it had been easy enough for them
to use sensitive directional mikes - available to hunters as game
finders - to listen in. The gangs didn't get all the
conversations, but certainly enough to keep them alert while they
stayed far enough away to blend into the background. They'd seen
the four of us leave in two cars, and when the radio signals both
settled at a shopping mall, they'd figured that was the
opportunity they'd been waiting for. With the revelation of the
radio beacons, the FBI tech team had swept not only the vehicles,
but Abby's and Amy's homes - as well as giving each of them a
portable sweeping unit with instruction on how t!
o run daily checks for any other devices.

Amy still didn't like the way he'd been convinced to start
talking, though, and I finally told her "You know I didn't
threaten him with *anything*. I simply pointed out some bad
things that _might_ happen, and the good things that probably
WOULD happen."

"But he has *rights*!" Amy declared.

"If there was any doubt that he was involved in any kind of
criminal activity or had done something wrong, I'd be all in
favor of his rights. But he was caught in the act, and was proven
- by his own actions! - to be involved in all the stuff that got
him where he is. As far as I'm concerned, he forfeited his rights
as soon as he broke the law by working for the dealers. I'm not
saying its okay to beat confessions out of prisoners or deny
crooks legal representation or anything like that. I just think
that we should be less concerned about the crooks, and more about
the innocent victims."

Amy answered "But we can't protect all the innocents all the
time."

"So? Does that mean you have to take such good care of the guilty
AFTER the fact? Why is it apparently illegal to work a prisoner
hard enough to make him pay restitution to his victims? Why do
prison convicts have a *right* to cable TV when a lot of honest,
hard-working people can't afford it? I challenge you to research
the prison system, and compare the ratio of prisoners versus
general population over the last hundred years. Then compare that
against the history of prison `reform', and think about how the
two relate - and _why_."

She looked doubtful, and I told her "Don't have the time? I'll
tell you the answer: as prisons got more `livable', the deterrent
factor decreased. As criminals got more and more protections, the
actual *penalties* for their crimes got less and less - sure,
nobody wants to be locked up for twenty years - less than half
that if he manages to either behave himself, or at least not get
caught NOT behaving; but if the convict has a color TV, good
food, and doesn't have to work all that hard, what is there,
really, to convince him NOT to do a crime?"

Amy was just standing there looking at me when I asked her "Do
you know what it is about prison that convicts fear most?"

"The other prisoners", Erika answered for her.

"Yup. It's pretty sad when a convicted felon is more worried
about the people in there with him than he is about the place
itself, isn't it?"

All of them nodded, and on that happy note, Amy left to take care
of her other jobs.

-----

The next couple of weeks went by fairly quickly. Erika and some
of the other agents got me to go through what had gone through my
mind during the mall adventure; that reminded me of some other
things from my Army days, so I wound up spending a few afternoons
doing nothing but telling them `war stories' - more specifically,
different things that me and the guys had run into, how we'd
dealt with them, and what we'd learned along the way. Erika
seemed quite pleased at the end of those sessions, and the agents
always thanked me profusely for my time.

Most evenings were spent at Abby's place, though we did go out a
few times for supper. A couple of times, we went with Amy and
Tom; other times, it was just the three of us. Several nights,
one or the other of them and I would have a pleasant session of
lovemaking; but I managed to beg off sleeping with them several
times, so the two of them could have THEIR time together, as
well. Both of them were careful to give me privacy during my
every-other-night calls to Lucy and the girls.

Our adoption of Sandra was going just fine, according to my
lawyer; he also let us know that Sandra's grandparents were
agreeable to the idea of my handling the details of her parent's
estate - selling the house and furnishings, and so on. They'd
told Sandra what few things they wanted, and Lucy had taken care
of shipping the stuff to them. Sandra had gone back - with Lucy
and Robyn for company - and gotten the rest of the stuff that she
wanted to keep. Everything else was to be sold off - in fact,
most of the furniture and appliances already had been. Lucy had
found a reputable real estate broker after the lawyers had
approved the sale of the house before Sandra was legally my
dependent. That Sandra's maternal grandfather had been first
cousin to Robyn's paternal grandmother helped. It seemed like a
pretty tenuous thread to me, but was apparently enough for the
lawyers.

Lucy and the girls had decided what to do about the girl's
bedrooms: they'd settled on renovating the two bedrooms so that
they shared One Big Bathroom, but leave each girl her own
bedroom. Lucy had gotten a small contractor to do the work, and
the FBI had been willing to check him and his crew out before
letting them start. It was expected that everything would be done
by the time I got back, including the redecorating that they were
all looking forward to. Lucy told me "This isn't going to be
cheap, Dan!", and laughed when I told her "That's fine. I'll just
take it out of their allowance for the next hundred years."

It was Lucy that let me know that the police had had the unique
experience of having several people come in and confess to an
assortment of crimes. When the cops started comparing stories and
histories, they quickly realized that all the thugs that had come
in had known each other to varying degrees - and that the more
recent volunteers had progressively more and more information
about the individual that had killed Sandra's parents. With a lot
of interrogation, it came out that each of the people that came
in had been visited by a couple of people that simply scared the
hell out of them. The two strangers hadn't actually hurt anyone,
but had made it clear that they weren't reluctant to inflict some
seriously unpleasant damage if needed. The cops were looking for
the mysterious strangers, but hadn't had any luck, having only
vague descriptions and no indication of where the two could be
found. With no one actually *hurt*, and the people coming in
being less than upstanding m!
embers of the community, the cops weren't all that enthusiastic
about trying to find them.

Abby, Erika, and I were all over at Amy's place for supper one
night when Amy announced "There's been something going on that I
thought you might find interesting, Dan."

"What's that?"

"The local PD told me today that several of their patrols have
come across some `unique' situations. It seems that a patrol car
will be driving along when they'll spot someone apparently
hanging out by a street sign. When they get close, it turns out
that the individual is a drug dealer, tied or handcuffed to the
sign so he can't go anywhere. Invariably, he's got enough dope on
him for a felony arrest; somewhere not far away, they'll find a
lot more, only it's been contaminated so thoroughly that it's no
good for use - or as evidence, for that matter. To top it off,
the dealer is always broke - as in no money AT ALL on him, when
you'd expect him to be carrying around a several hundred, at
least. They're also finding guns in the vicinity - but the guns
have invariably been exposed to a high heat source, destroying
the tempering on the barrels - making them all but useless.
Normally, finding a dealer like that wouldn't be any good, but in
every single case, they've taken owner!
ship of the dope found on them, and confessed to sale and
distribution charges."

"Really? That *is* interesting." I replied.

She gave me a Look, and went on "There's more. The last few days,
the dealers have been a little higher on the food chain, so there
have been more contaminated drugs near them. Every last one of
them has been scared spitless of some*thing* or some*one* - but
they won't say what or who. A side note is that several local
charities and churches have reported large anonymous cash
donations - usually several thousands of dollars - that show up
the day after the cops find one of the dealers. It's starting to
drive the rest of the dealers bugshit, not knowing if or when
it's going to happen to *them*."

I just smiled, and Amy asked "Do you know anything about any of
this, Dan?"

"Not me. Abby and Erika can both vouch that I haven't gone
anywhere alone at night."

Amy gave a disgusted snort and asked "And you wouldn't happen to
have any idea of who IS doing this, would you?"

"Just that it's probably a concerned citizen, is all."

"Nobody that you know? Say, one of your Army buddies?"

"If it _was_ one of them, they'd be careful not to say anything
to ME about it, so I wouldn't know."

"And you wouldn't dare take a guess as to who it might be?"

"I personally know several people that could do something like
that. I know OF a lot more - pretty much anybody that was in any
one of the military special services: SEALS, Marine Force Recon,
LRRPs, Special Forces, like that."

"Lurps?" Erika asked.

"Long Range Reconnaissance Patrols - snoop and scoot behind enemy
lines", I explained.

Amy made a disgusted noise, and left for the kitchen. When she'd
gone, Tom turned to me and said "You know you're pissing her off,
don't you?"

"Yeah. But there's nothing I can do to help her - I don't *know*
who's doing it."

"But you've got suspicions."

"Suspicions? Sure - but suspicions aren't _evidence_, are they?"

Tom gave me an appraising look, and I told him "Look, Tom - if
it's anyone from any of the groups I mentioned, they're not going
to go off and start capping innocent civilians. Even if they're
not following the _letter_ of the law, they're sure as hell
obeying the *spirit* of it. The cops have some dealers. It sounds
like there's a fair amount of drugs off the street, and the drug
money being put to GOOD use - charities and churches, right? As
long as whoever is doing it is only going after PROVEN dealers, I
don't see any reason to worry about it."

Tom thought that one over a few moments before telling me "But
that's not how Amy sees it. The law is the law; due process and
all that. She's going to go after whoever it is, just like the
cops."

"Fine. IF it's someone from one of the special services, they'll
play merry hell trying to catch him - or her. As for the law
being the law, that's fine - but I think there's something that
counts for even more."

"What's that?"

"Justice", I told him.

 From the expression on his face, I knew that was something he
hadn't considered.

-----

When I checked my computer in The Room a little over a week
later, I saw that it had come up with the pass phrase for one of
the encryption programs. I quickly let Amy know that we had
something to work with, and went about decrypting everything the
dealer had stored using that program. It didn't take long to
realize that he'd used that particular program to handle all of
the `outside' transactions for the Cartelita - I was seeing
names, phone numbers, transactions for varying amounts of
different drugs (including the how and when of transports), and
suppliers. They had done business with dealers all over the
country; using the records on his computer, the FBI was going to
be able to put a serious dent in dealers all across the country.

I quickly got my computer started on decrypting all the records,
then saving them into clear-text files - AFTER I copied a few of
the records to a floppy diskette that I could use to show Amy
what we'd been able to recover.

When I left The Room and went back into my office, I found Amy
waiting for me - along with Erika and Abby. I delayed long enough
to close and lock the outer door, then did the same with the
inner before loading the data from the diskette into the computer
I'd been issued. Amy was delighted when she realized just how
detailed the information she was going to get would be, and
became almost giddy when I explained how much of it there was.
After she'd seen everything, I told her that what was on the
diskette was only a copy, and then made several passes over it
with a large fridge magnet and ran it through the
more-than-industrial-strength shredder they'd given me. The thing
was perfectly willing to eat entire phone books, if need be.

Looking at her, I told Amy "What you just saw is just the start
of it. What I saw of the rest of it, this particular batch of
data is their dealings with other gangs in other parts of the
country. I'd bet that the other program they used will turn out
to be pretty much the same information, only for their local
operations."

Amy, Abby, and Erika all looked at each other, their joy plain on
their faces.

Abby asked "So what happens now, Amy? Where do you go fromhere?"

"For now, nothing."

"Nothing?" Erika asked, surprised.

"Nope, not a darn thing. We wait until we have the rest of it,
then we nail the pukes. All of them, all over the country, all at
once. We'll put a hurting on these assholes that'll be worse than
their worst nightmare. Effective immediately, this information is
code-word access only."

That said, Amy picked up my phone and punched in a few numbers. A
moment later, I heard her say "Katherine? Amy here. I need you in
Dan Andrews' office immediately, if not sooner. We're assigning a
case code-word clearance. Thanks."

As Amy was hanging up the phone, Abby headed for the outer office
to wait for Agent Littlejohn's appearance - something that took
barely a minute. With the outer door again securely locked, the
two of them came back to where the rest of us were waiting,
locking the door to my office behind them.

Agent Littlejohn had a different lockbox with her - it was a
different color than the one she'd had when she set the
combination for The Room for me - and used a corner of my desk to
open it up. Amy and the others bunched up at the end of my desk
away from her, apparently to make sure she had as much privacy as
she needed for whatever was inside the box.

Inside was what appeared to be another ledger; she opened it up
and announced "The next available codeword is `Thresher'. T...
H... R... E... S... H... E... R." After Amy repeated it back -
including the spelling - she asked "What is the general nature of
the case?"

"Multi-state drug ring", Amy answered.

Agent Littlejohn blinked at that before writing it down in her
book, and repeating it back to Amy before asking "Authorized
personnel?"

"Agents O'Malley, Andrews, and myself."

Littlejohn wrote the names down, and repeated them back. Her next
question was "Auxiliaries?"

"Agent Tom Gallery, and Agent Erika Simpson"

Those names, too, were written and read back.

Satisfied that she had all the particulars correct, Agent
Littlejohn told Amy "I'll have the notification in to
headquarters in no more than five minutes. It'll take them ten to
fifteen after that to have the computers set up. When they're
ready, they'll get back to me. As soon as I hear anything, I'll
let you know."

"That'll be fine, Katherine. Thank you."

Only after Agent Littlejohn had secured the book back in it's
case - and double-checking that it was locked - did she look up
at us and smile, saying "For security reasons, I don't need to
know what happened, or when. But I hope that doesn't mean that I
can't offer you my congratulations on it, whatever it is."

"You're right - but thanks!" Amy answered, with her own smile.

Agent Littlejohn picked up her lockbox and left us with Abby as
an escort. We heard Abby locking the doors behind her as she came
back in to where we were all waiting.

When we were all ready, Amy said "Abby, Dan - as soon as
Katherine gives you the word, I want you to get that data into
secure storage on the Bureau computers. If this joint blows up or
burns down tonight, I want to be sure that the information isn't
lost. Dan, as of now, you're the most important person in the
Bureau - you know what's going on In There, and I'm putting a
protective detail on you."

"Amy, everything I've been doing has been logged and recorded.
With the utilities I've given your tech people, and the
information we've gotten from the software companies, any or all
of this can be done again fairly easily. After that first day, I
could have been run over by a bus, and somebody could have picked
up where I left off."

"That's all well and good - but it's still YOU that's gotten us
this far. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you now!"

"If you put a detail on me, isn't that going to draw some
attention? I mean, if all of a sudden I've got protection on me,
isn't that going to clue someone in that something special has
happened? And considering why I'm here, it wouldn't be any great
stretch to figure that the dealers are going to realize WHY the
added protection and act accordingly."

That gave her something serious to think about. If the Cartelita
suddenly saw me with added protection, it was a pretty safe bet
they'd realize that something special had happened - or was going
to happen - and that whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good
for them. And with that knowledge, it was an equally safe bet
that they'd take whatever steps they could to keep from getting
busted.

The four of us considered that for a couple of minutes before I
had a thought.

"I may have an idea", I told them, adding "Let me check something
In There, first though, okay?"

Amy nodded, and I went back into The Room to verify something.
When I got back, I told Amy "From the look of it, it's not going
to be more than a few days before we have the other encryption
key. Next week starts some break time for Robyn and Sandra; so
how about if Lucy and the two of them come here to visit? It
would explain the added security."

Amy thought that one over for a little bit, and said "It would
work - but I don't like the idea of Lucy and the girls being in
the middle of this."

I just looked at Amy for a few seconds before pointing out "Amy,
they're *already* in the middle of it. At least here, they'll
have better protection than they normally would when this thing
breaks; and as long as one of them is with me, the protection *I*
get will seem reasonable."

Amy winced at the reminder of the death of Sandra's parents, but
nodded at the idea of Lucy and the girls having proper protection
when everything went down.

"Okay, I'll go along with it. What about housing? I know that
Abby or I neither one has enough room for all of you."

"So? You know that any two of them would be more than happy to
stay with you, and the other one stays with me. With a little
rotation in the sleeping arrangements, everyone gets some time
with everyone else."

Abby seemed a little confused by the cavalier references to
sleeping arrangements, but Erika just nodded her understanding.

Amy understood, too, and just grinned at me before saying "Yeah,
I think that'll work. I think Tom has missed seeing them, too."

I grinned back and told her "I wouldn't be surprised. Okay, I'll
call them tonight and get it set up."

About that time, we heard a PA announcement for Amy to call Agent
Littlejohn. Amy used my phone to make the call, and we heard her
say "Amy here. Yes, Katherine. Thank you. No, I'll tell them."

When she hung up the phone, Amy told us "As you probably guessed,
that was Katherine, letting us know that headquarters has the
computer set up for us."

I asked Abby to see if she could get me an external tape drive
from the tech department; she said she was sure she could, and
left to call them. Amy left right behind her, a big smile on her
face at the thought of what she was going to do to the Cartelita.
Only Erika stayed behind, and after a few moments, she asked me
"Okay, am I imagining things, or did you and Amy just make
arrangements for her and Tom to engage in some debauchery with
your wife and daughters? And right in front of Abby, who has no
idea what's going on?"

"No, you're not imagining things." I answered, with a smile,
before adding "Of course, you're certainly welcome to join in, if
you're so inclined - as is Abby."

"But Abby doesn't know!" Erika protested.

"Not yet - but I don't expect that to last past the first night
they're here." I answered, with a grin.

Erika thought that one over for a moment before giving me a
mischievous smile and saying "You are *such* a stinker!"

I just grinned wider, and answered "Yeah - ain't it great?" -
making both of us laugh.

We were still chuckling when Abby reappeared - prompting another
round of laughter, which confused her terribly. When we'd calmed
down again, Abby told me "The techs will be here in a few minutes
with your drive and a tape. They said that they had plenty of
tapes, so if you needed to destroy it, that's fine."

"Thanks, Abby", I told her.

After giving Erika and I a look that plainly said she thought
both of us were crazy - getting us giggling - she left.

Erika and I followed her out, and a couple minutes later one of
the techs brought the tape drive. It didn't take long to copy the
decrypted data over to it, and move things back to my office.
There, it took Abby only a couple of minutes to help me access
the secure file area they'd set up for us, and get started
transferring the data from the tape to the Bureaus main
computers. When it was done, I kept the tape drive in
anticipation of needing it again, but took the tape down to the
tech department, where they had a shredder that made mine look
like a toy. After being bulk-erased, the tape was reduced to a
mound of tape particles and plastic scrap.

-----

As promised, I called Lucy that night. I'd never lied to Lucy,
and I told her straight out that the presence of her and the
girls would be partially to cover the additional protection that
Amy wanted to give me. Lucy understood that it wasn't a risk-free
proposition, but she also knew how good the FBI was at protecting
people. After a little discussion, we settled on a cover story to
give the girls: I was almost done, and that I just wanted to have
a little time with all of them when it was over.

The girls, of course, were pleased at the idea of doing something
special during their school break. It didn't take long for Lucy
and I to make arrangements for them to fly out and join me. The
only surprise was the couple of requests that Lucy had; but I
knew there wouldn't be any problem meeting them.

So early Friday afternoon found me, Abby, Erika, and Amy all
waiting just outside the terminal for Lucy and the girls to
extract themselves from the airplane. As they got into the
terminal area, they spotted us, and the next few minutes were
spent in hugs and welcomes.

A little later, we'd rescued their baggage from the carousel, and
all of us piled into the van Amy had checked out. Lucy was paying
attention enough to notice the lead and chase cars that kept pace
with us as we left the airport.

First stop was Amy's place, where we unloaded the girl's luggage.
Next was Abby's, where Lucy's stuff joined mine. From there, it
was on to the offices.

As we started the last leg of our little journey, Amy turned
around in the passenger seat while Abby drove and told Lucy "Dan
told me about the favors you wanted, and I don't have *any*
problem with *either* of them. I've made the arrangements, so if
you and the girls will just come into the office with us Monday
morning, we'll get you started."

Lucy nodded, and said "Thanks, Amy. I guess you know how much
this means to them - and me, too."

"Damn straight, I do" Amy declared, then adding "I'm damn sorry
it came to this, but if there's anything I - or the Bureau - can
do to help, you can bet we will."

Abby looked confused, and Amy told her "Lucy asked for a couple
of things when Dan asked if she and the girls wanted to come out
here. One of them was from the girls, actually: they wanted to
know if we could help them learn a little more about protecting
themselves - self-defense and even firearms. Lucy wants to learn
self-defense, too, along with a couple of other things. We're not
going to make agents out of them, of course, but we can damn sure
see to it they aren't easy targets, either!"

Here, Erika spoke up, saying "I'm going to be tutoring them for a
lot of it, with help from some other agents."

Once we were at the office, Amy and Erika took Lucy and the girls
around to meet the people that would be working with them the
following week. Abby and I got caught up on paperwork and got
ready to shut down for the weekend, and were ready when the
others returned to let us know they were ready when we were.

We all piled into the van again, and made our way to Amy's place
- where two cars of agents were waiting for us. We spent a couple
hours getting the girls settled in and getting caught up before
Lucy mentioned she was getting a little tired. Abby seemed a
little surprised by the kisses that we all shared before we
parted, but didn't say anything.

Once at Abby's apartment, we found another collection of
protective agents waiting for us. Abby assured them that they
were welcome to come in if they needed anything, but the head of
the detail said that he didn't expect it would be necessary, and
let us know that they would be maintaining a discreet distance
from Abby's apartment.

Inside, Abby quickly headed for the kitchen to get us all
something to drink; while she was gone, Lucy turned to me and
asked "Dan, you haven't told Abby about all of us yet?"

Erika grinned as I answered "Not about ALL of us. She knows about
the rest of us; but not the girls, yet."

Lucy just looked at me for a few seconds before smiling and
saying "You are such a *turd*!" - and getting a small laugh from
Erika.

About that time, Abby came back into the living room, and
distributed the beverages she'd brought. All of us thanked her,
and took seats - Lucy on my lap in a chair, Abby and Erika next
to each other on the couch.

We spent the next couple of hours just chatting about a variety
of subjects. Along the way, each of them left us for a few
minutes to `get more comfortable' - which invariably meant
rejoining the rest of us wearing less clothing than they'd left
with.

As it got late, we all noticed Lucy starting to yawn; after about
the fourth or fifth time, Erika spoke up to tell Lucy "You look
like you're pretty tired. Why don't you and Dan go ahead and go
to bed, and we'll see you in the morning?"

Lucy smiled and answered "Yeah, I think that's probably a good
idea. I'm not particularly tired, just a little sleepy", before
climbing off my lap and standing up. I stood up with her, soon
followed by Erika and Abby. Erika moved forward and gave me a
goodnight kiss. Following that, Abby did the same - not noticing
the depth or intensity of the kiss Erika and Lucy shared. Abby
hesitated briefly before kissing Luc; Erika and I grinned at each
other when we saw Abby's eyes fly open when Lucy made it more
than the passingly-friendly event Abby had anticipated.

When the kiss ended, Abby just stood there stunned for several
seconds before Lucy told her "Abby, I just wanted to thank you
for taking good care of Dan while he's been here with you. If you
want, I'd be delighted to show you just how *much* I appreciate
it."

Abby didn't seem any too sure how to respond for a few moments,
then answered "Uh, yeah, I, uh, think I'd like that, sometime",
before blushing slightly. Lucy just smiled and said "Good - I'd
like it, too, I think."

With that, Lucy took my hand and the two of us headed for the
stairs; behind us, a dumbfounded Abby and highly amused Erika
watched us leave.

Upstairs, with the door of the second bedroom closed behind us,
Lucy turned to me with a mischievous grin on her face and asked
"So, Dan, has Abby been taking GOOD care of you while you've been
here?"

I laughed, and said "You know damn well she has - and so has
Erika, for that matter. I think you almost gave Abby a heart
attack when you kissed her like that!"

Lucy laughed and said "Well, I figured I had to do *something* to
get her moving. While Amy and Erika were showing me and the girls
around, Erika told me that Abby had said she thought I was really
nice and very pretty, but wasn't sure if I would be interested in
her. So I just figured I'd let her know that I was."

I laughed again before saying "No, I don't think there's any
doubt in her mind about how you feel about her now!"

Lucy was still grinning when she moved into my arms so the two of
us could share a hug and kiss before she told me "I've missed
you."

"I've missed you, too - and both of the ragamuffins, too."

Lucy looked up into my face and told me "We'll have you to
ourselves soon enough, and we only have a little time here with
all of you. Do you mind if I visit Abby tonight?"

I laughed, and said "Assuming you don't give her heart failure
when you show up, no. But you'd better get some rest, first -
she's right lively, she is."

Lucy grinned, and said "I'm counting on it!", and move out of my
embrace to start undressing. I moved to take off my own clothes,
and a few minutes later, both of us were snuggling under the
bedcovers. Another loving and gentle kiss, and Lucy tucked
herself into my side. A couple minutes later, I could hear her
soft, gentle breathing as she fell asleep.  Some time later, I
joined her in the land of Nod.

I woke up to the feeling of somebody - not Lucy, I knew that much
- climbing into bed with me. From the size of the breasts that
started pressing into my back, I knew it was Erika - and knew,
too, that Lucy was making good on her promise to show Abby how
much she appreciated Abby's efforts on her behalf.

As though verifying my thoughts, I heard Erika's voice tell me
"Lucy's in the other bedroom, with Abby. She came over and woke
me up and said that she wanted to wake Abby up *special*." I
could *hear* the smile in Erika's voice, and answered "Yeah, and
she will, too."

As if on cue, we heard a soft shriek from Abby's bedroom - and
both of us laughed softly as we imagined what Abby must have just
gone through. A few moments later, we heard soft laughter, and
knew that they were going to be just fine together.

With a gently sigh, Erika snuggled closer and put her arm around
me. I held her hand in mine as the two of us drifted back to
sleep.

-----

The next morning, Erika and I were preparing breakfast when Abby
and Lucy made their appearance, each of them dressed only in
panties. To my surprise, Abby looked a bit bashful when Erika and
I looked at them, but Lucy just had a big grin on her face. Erika
and I shared a look, and then moved to give each of them a
good-morning kiss - me to Lucy, Erika to Abby - then trading off,
which seemed to put Abby at ease. While Erika guided them to
seats at Abby's kitchen table, I went over to pour them each a
cup of coffee. Lucy and Abby sat at the table while Erika and I
finished preparing breakfast. When I looked at them a couple
minutes later, Abby appeared perfectly comfortable to have Lucy
holding her hand.

After the breakfast dishes had been put away, the four of us
adjourned to the living room. There, Lucy guided Abby to my lap
at one end of the couch, while she and Erika sat next to each
other at the other.

With all of us a lot more relaxed in each other's presence, we
spent the rest of the morning sitting around talking. As the
conversations went on, none of us much cared whose hands wound up
where on each other's bodies - all of us were comfortable enough
that we freely and willingly gave and accepted affectionate
touches as the mood and opportunity occurred.

It was mid-afternoon when Abby's phone rang; Erika had to gently
remove Abby's arm from around her waist to answer it. The
conversation only lasted a minute or two, and when she came back,
she told us that it had been Tom that had called.

"He wanted to know if we were ready to trade off yet, and I told
him I thought we were." She went on to tell us "While I had him
on the phone, I said that if they wanted, we could have a little
bit of a cookout here. Nothing fancy, just burgers and chips."

Abby nodded her approval and agreement while Lucy and I said that
it sounded pretty good to us, too. A little discussion followed,
and it was finally settled that Abby and Erika would be the ones
to go out to get the few items that Abby didn't already have in
her apartment, Erika telling us "If Abby or I go, then that means
all - or at least, most - of the protective detail stays here
with you and Lucy, Dan. If one of you goes, it becomes more of an
operation. Besides, you two are here to relax and enjoy
yourselves."

Abby chipped in by saying "Besides, I don't think you two had any
real time together last night. If Erika and I go, you can have
some private time."

Lucy smiled at her, and replied "The time I had with you last
night was great, Abby; and I know that Dan didn't have any
problems with Erika keeping him company. I told him last night
that he and I would have plenty of time together when we get back
home, so don't feel like you have to do - or not do - anything
special about us."

She went on to say "But what you said about the agents outside
and me or Dan moving around sounds reasonable. So you two go
ahead, and we'll just wait here for you."

Erika and Abby both got up and, after giving me and Lucy a kiss
as they went by, went upstairs to get dressed to go to the store.
They reappeared a few minutes later, dressed casually - but not
so casually that I couldn't see that both of them were wearing
their sidearms. They gave each of us another kiss before Abby
told us "We'll only be gone more than an hour at the most."

Lucy assured them that we'd be just fine, and they left. When the
door had closed behind them, Lucy turned to me and asked "Were
both of them armed, like I think they were?"

I answered that they were, and added "Remember, I told you that
things are coming to an end here. I didn't want to make any of
them uncomfortable by saying anything about it in front of them,
but I think you should know just HOW close it is, and what all
has happened the last couple of weeks."

Lucy turned on my lap to face me, her legs draped across the arms
of the chair I was in. Resting her elbows on her legs, she put
her hands on my chest and with a serious expression on her face
said "Tell me."

So I did - the `chat' I'd had with one of the people we'd caught,
how Amy suspected I had some involvement with the person going
after the dealers drugs and money, finally getting one of the
encryption systems broken, and the added security that Amy had
put on the case.

When I was done, Lucy looked at me for a few moments before
telling me "I think I understand how Amy feels. I'm not real
happy about what you said to that dealer-type, either - but I
know WHY you said it. And Dan, I *know* you've gotten some of
your Army friends to help with some of this. Remember, was there
when you got that call from those two guys, and you would only
talk to them out in your office. I don't think it's any
coincidence that after you talked to them, two people show up in
town and start hunting for the asshole that killed Sandra's
parents. And I wouldn't be surprised if it was Muddy that was
going after the dealers HERE."

I started to speak, and she put a finger across my lips to
silence me before saying "No, don't say anything. I know that you
wouldn't *tell* any of them to do anything - but I know you well
enough to know that the kind of people you used to serve with,
you wouldn't HAVE to _tell_ them anything. All you'd have to do
would be bring up the subject, maybe toss out an idea or two, and
they'd know what to do from there. But like I said, I also know
WHY you're doing it. And I trust you, and know that you wouldn't
be involved in anything _wrong_. Whether or not these people are
doing anything *illegal* is something else; but since you didn't
actually tell them to do any of it, I'm not going to say anything
about it to anyone - particularly not Amy or Tom. What happened
at home turned out okay - the guy that killed Sandra's parents
turned himself in the day before yesterday. He's confessed to
killing them, and a lot of other crimes, too. Whoever your
friends are - Speedy? And Gomer? !
- they haven't killed anyone, or committed any real crimes -
other than apparently scared the bejeezus out of a bunch of
crooks. Whatever happens in OUR town is for OUR cops to worry
about. If Muddy - or whoever - is just as careful here, then I'm
not going to concern myself about what happens to a bunch of drug
dealers. Like I said, I'm not happy with how these things are
happening; I'm not going to tell on you or them, but I'm not
going to cheer you on, either. What's happened has been an
extreme situation, and special conditions apply, as far as I'm
concerned. But Dan, don't let it happen again, okay?"

Lucy and I had had our disagreements before, of course - but
never before had she told me so strongly that she didn't care for
the way I was handling something, and it *definitely* got my
attention.

I thought over what she'd said, and finally told her "You may be
right - maybe I *have* gone further than I really should have."

She smiled, and I could see the love and affection she had for me
when she told me "Dan, I love you - more than I thought I could
love _anybody_, and I know that you've done what you have because
of how much you love ME, and Robyn, and even Sandra. I can't tell
you how much it means to me to know how much you care, how
important all of us are to you, and what you're willing to do for
us - to protect us, and see that no one tries to hurt us. I
understand your reasons; and not for a second do I doubt your
motives or intentions. I'm only suggesting that the METHODS might
have been a little much. Okay?"

I smiled back, and answered "Okay. If - God forbid! - anything
even a *little* bit like this ever happens again, I'll be more...
`restrained' in how I deal with it."

"Restraint is good", Lucy agreed, before leaning forward to kiss
me.

Having said her piece, Lucy settled herself into my lap a little
more, then leaned against me so I could put my arms around her.
We were still sitting there like that when Abby and Erika
returned from their shopping.

When they came into the living room, I knew Lucy smiled at them
when I heard Abby tell Erika "See that? I wish to hell *I* had
someone that could make me smile like that!"

Erika answered "Me, too. Makes you realize just how much
difference there is between what he's done for us, and how he
feels about HER, doesn't it?", wistfully.

"Sure does. It *almost* makes me jealous!" Abby replied.

At that, Lucy sat up again and told them "Now you know why I said
that you were only borrowing him, and why I trust him so much."

"I sure do", Abby answered, regretfully.

Lucy changed the subject by asking "What time did Amy said they
would be over here?"

"Around 5:00", Erika replied.

Lucy nodded, and said "Then I guess we'd better get dressed,
too."

After getting off my lap, Lucy reached down to take my hand and
help me to my feet so the two of us could go upstairs and put on
something more than the panties (Lucy) and under shorts (me) that
we were wearing.

Erika laughed, and said "Yeah, probably be a good idea - at
least, if you have any thoughts about going outside!"

Lucy pulled my arm around her waist - Abby and Erika both clearly
wished it was them instead of Lucy - and we headed upstairs to
get dressed. Lucy put on a simple cotton dress while I put on
cotton slacks and a sport shirt.

When we got back downstairs, the groceries had been put away, and
Abby was out on her patio getting her barbeque grill set up while
Erika was making the necessary arrangements in the kitchen. Lucy
and I went outside and sat down to talk with Abby; no more than a
couple minutes later, one of the protective agents came by to
make sure everything was okay. Assured that everything was fine,
he left. A bit later, Erika came out, carrying cold beers for all
of us.

We were still outside when another agent approached long enough
to let us know that Amy and the rest were on the way, and
expected to arrive in a few minutes. Erika asked him to let them
know where we were, and just have them come around to the back
when they showed up. He said he would, and disappeared toward the
front of Abby's apartment.

As promised, it was just a few minutes later when Amy, Tom,
Robyn, and Sandra came around the corner to find us sitting at
the table, watching the world go by. As the youngsters came over
to greet Lucy and me, I noticed additional people taking up
positions some distance away.

Amy saw where I was looking, and told me "I told the girls about
the pool here, and they wanted to go for a swim, so some of the
detail is taking positions to cover them."

"Pool?" I asked.

Abby blushed, and said "I forgot to tell you. There's a pool down
at the other end of this building. It's not very big - you barely
get up to speed before you have to turn around - and I remembered
the girls telling me how much they liked to swim."

I laughed, and said "That's okay, Abby. If Lucy remembered to
pack a suit for me, I'll go down and join them for a bit."

Lucy smiled and nodded, saying "I packed one for EACH of us.", to
which Amy added "And Tom and I brought ours along, too."

Abby told us "It'll take a little time for the charcoal to be
ready, so how about if I light them now, and we can eat when
we're done swimming?"

"Sounds like a plan!" Tom exclaimed.

After a brief discussion, and it was decided that Lucy, Robyn,
Sandra, and Amy would change into their suits first; then the
rest of us. While they were inside, Abby disappeared to get
drinks for all of us - canned beer, with the apology "Sorry, but
they don't allow glass by the pool".

Abby had just finished lighting the charcoal when Amy and the
others appeared in their suits - drawing a slight gasp from Abby
when she saw the minimalist approach to swimwear that Robyn and
Sandra had adopted: bikinis whose tops barely covered their
nipples, and thong bottoms. Lucy's had more material, but not all
*that* much. Amy was sporting a pale green one-piece that
revealed more than it hid.

The rest of us ducked inside to change, then rejoin the others.
Tom and I each wore `boxer' type suits; Erika was in a modest -
but definitely flattering! - one piece job that definitely
emphasized her figure, while Abby's suit was closer to what Robyn
and Sandra were (almost) wearing. Tom silently mimed applauding
when he saw the two of them, causing both of them to blush before
Amy laughed and playfully slapped his arm.

Amy and Lucy took up station on each side of Tom before pulling
one of his arms around their waists; Robyn and Sandra mirrored
them next to me. That left Abby and Erika to follow us.

The pool was a little larger than Abby had said, but not by a
whole lot. Still, we all managed to splash around and have fun
for the next hour or so. With all of us in such a public place,
and so many people around, there wasn't any of the grab-ass and
other mischief I would have expected. But that didn't mean that
there wasn't a certain amount of LITERAL grab-ass: I think every
one of us had plenty of turns at being on both the sending and
receiving end of a number of friendly gropes.

True to form, it was Robyn that finally announced "This is lots
of fun and everything, but I'm getting *hungry*!" - and getting a
round of laughter from everyone but Abby and Erika, who didn't
know, yet. You wouldn't know by looking at her, but Robyn could
wrap herself around a surprising amount of food.

Once out of the pool, we all dried off (mostly) and trooped back
to Abby's place, where Abby announced the charcoal was just
right. She and Erika disappeared inside - refusing all offers to
help - and came out a minute later: Abby with the burgers, and
Erika with sodas for all of us.

As the food cooked, the rest of us - one or two at a time - went
inside to change out of our suits. When it was only Abby left,
Erika took over the grill for her, then handing back the spatula
when Abby returned.

When supper was over, Robyn and Sandra went about cleaning up,
over vehement protests from Abby and Erika. After everything was
put away, we stayed outside to talk for a little while before the
evening got cool enough - and enough flying bugs showed up - to
make indoors more appealing. Inside, we all settled in to watch a
movie that Abby and Erika had rented. Tom was in one chair with
Lucy on his lap; I'd been `pushed' into a recliner, where Sandra
sat on my lap. On the couch, Amy sat one end with Robyn snuggling
next to her, while Erika and Abby mirrored them at the otherend.

When the movie ended, I saw Abby look around, mild surprise on
her face when she saw that Sandra was lying back against my chest
with my arms around her.

As the movie was rewinding, everyone but Sandra and I stood up.
Amy looked around at us all before announcing "It's a little
late. Who's going back with Tom and me?"

Sandra quietly announced "I'm going wherever Uncle Dan is."

Robyn looked at Amy apologetically, and said "I'd like to stay
with Sandra".

Lucy smiled, and said "Well, it looks like I'm one of your guests
tonight, Amy." - and a moment later, Erika spoke up, saying "If
Abby doesn't mind, I think I'd like to join you."

Abby looked mildly perplexed, but replied "Sure, that's fine,
Erika. I guess it's me, Dan, and the girls, then."

The others shared a Look with each other - along with grins -
before Amy said "well, I guess that's it, then. Are we off?"

I couldn't resist the temptaion, and interjected "Yes, you are -
and you're going places, too!" - earning myself a round of
laughter and some play-dirty looks.

With that, Sandra and I stood up, and everyone that was leaving
shared hugs and kisses with everyone that was staying - except
for me and Tom; we just shook hands.

After they'd left, I sat down on the recliner again, and Sandra
quickly resumed her previous position while Robyn got the movie
into its box and set it aside. Abby was resting on the end of the
couch, and she looked surprised when Robyn went over to sit next
to her.

When Abby turned to see what I thought of that, she saw that
Sandra had nestled into my side and pulled one of my arms around
her - and was holding my hand on her breast.

Abby just slowly blinked at that for a few seconds, then
hesitantly asked "Uh, I'm going to guess that Lucy already knows
about you two?"

Sandra smiled, but it was Robyn that answered "Oh, no - she
already knows about us THREE."

Abby mulled that over for a few seconds, then turned to face
Robyn and asked "You... *three*. As in... both of you? And him?"

"Yup. Both of us and him. And her. And each other."

Abby did a repeat of the slow blinking before turning to where
Sandra and I were sitting, and asking "All of you? With each
other?"

Sandra sat up slightly, and answered "Yeah, all of us, with each
other. You've been with him - don't you understand, yet?"

"I *thought* I did..." Abby answered.

Robyn spoke up next, telling her "You know what Dad's like - what
kind of person he is, and how he thinks, and all that. Do you
think that someone like him wouldn't have an effect on US, too?"

"But you're both so *young*", Abby replied.

"Sandra isn't that much younger than you - and there's even less
difference between me and her!" Robyn exclaimed.

Abby considered that one for a few moments before Sandra told her
"Besides, I think you'll find out that both of us are a lot more
grown up than our ages."

Abby turned back to Sandra and me, and I told her "Sandra's
right, if you'll think about it. Remember what Amy said about
what they wanted to do while they're here? That was *their* idea,
no one else's. Considering the situation, doesn't that seem
pretty mature to you?"

Abby nodded in response, and Sandra told her "Do you really think
he'd have anything to do with us like that if we weren't *ready*
for it?"

"No, THAT much I'm sure of."

"Then what is it that's *really* bothering you about us?" Robyn
asked.

Abby just sat there for a few moments before answering "I'm not
sure that anything about it *is* bothering me. I think it's more
just me needing to get used to it, is all."

Robyn smiled at her, and said "Close your eyes for a minute."

Abby looked at her doubtfully for a moment, and did as Robyn
said; keeping them closed even when Robyn got up and took off the
dress she was wearing to reveal she had nothing on under it
before sitting down again.

Robyn leaned forward, and softly kissed Abby on the lips before
asking "Now, keep your eyes closed and tell me if that was a
*bad* feeling."

Abby smiled, and answered "No, of course it wasn't."

Robyn then took Abby's hand, and put it over her breast, which
was a trifle larger than Abby's. Abby twitched slightly at the
first contact with Robyn, but didn't try to move her hand away.
Robyn then asked "Am I wrong to trust you, and let you touch me
like this?"

Softly, Abby replied "No, you're not."

"Then have Sandra and I been wrong to trust Dad the way wehave?"

With that question, Abby opened her eyes again, and looked into
Robyn's face before turning to where Sandra and I sat watching
them. Looking first at Sandra, then me, Abby said "No, I don't
think you were. Whatever all of you have, it's something
*special* - something so much more than most people have. If
being around, and _with_, Dan has made you the way you are" - "It
has!", Sandra assured her - "then it *can't* be wrong. Different,
yes. Unusual, sure. Incredible and amazing, most definitely. But
wrong? I don't see how."

Having said that, Abby visibly relaxed - even when Robyn leaned
forward a bit to kiss her again. While their lips were pressed
together, Robyn's hand moved up to cup Abby's breast - and Abby
never flinched or hesitated. As their kiss continued, Sandra
turned to me with a questioning look on her face. I nodded, and
she quietly got up and took off her own dress - she wasn't
wearing any more than Robyn had been - and moved to the couch.
When Abby and Robyn felt her sitting down, they let their kiss
break. Abby turned to Sandra, and seeing the willingness and
acceptance in her eyes, moved in to collect a similar kiss from
her as Robyn looked on with a smile.

The only difference with Sandra was that Abby didn't hesitate to
reach out to place her hand on Sandra's larger breast - even as
Sandra was doing the same to her.

When their lips separated, Abby sat and stared into Sandra's eyes
for a few moments before giving a small shake and turning to look
at me. Seeing only patient acceptance in me, she smiled, and said
"NOW, I really understand all the things you told me that night -
about how I can be the kind of person I *want* to be, and the
other stuff. I was surprised at how smart and polite and mature
they were when you were here before. But now! Now it's almost
like they're the grown-ups and *I'm* the child."

"Amazing what love and respect can do, isn't it?" I agreed.

"The love, I understand - but respect?" Abby asked.

"Yeah, respect" Robyn answered, continuing by saying "Of course,
all of us know he loves us - and how much. But we also know he
*respects* us, too. He shows it in probably a million ways."

"Such as?"

"Such as talking TO us, instead of AT us", Sandra offered, before
going on to say "By letting us know what he thinks about things,
then letting us decide for ourselves about them. By never lying
to us when we ask him something. By being there when we need him,
but not hanging on to us when we don't. By letting us make small
mistakes, so we can learn not to make big ones. By holding us
close, but not holding us tight. By really *listening* to us -
not just the words we say, but how we say them, and what we mean
by them. By making sure WE respect OURSELVES."

"How did you two get so smart?" Abby asked, wonderingly.

"It wasn't hard" Robyn answered. "All we had to do was pay
attention to what was going on around us - once we learned to do
that from Dad, the rest of it was easy."

"How so?"

"Any time we went someplace or did something, we'd realize that
there was something different about it. We'd start thinking about
it, and talking to each other about it, and we'd finally figure
out what it was. Once we knew what was different, it wasn't much
more to figure out whether or not we liked it."

"Give me an example", Abby asked.

Robyn thought a moment, and answered "Okay. Sandra and I have
both been over to visit some of the other girls at school. While
we're there, we see how they're like with their parents, and
brothers and sisters. One girl, all she did was pick on her
younger sister, who was just a couple years younger than her -
then wondered why her sister didn't want to do anything with her.
Another one, her and her parents would just argue with each
other, almost like they were having a fight: neither one of them
would actually *listen* to the other one, even when both of them
were saying almost the exact same thing. Before we knew better,
we went to visit one girl, and her parents didn't care *what* she
and her brother did - she was having sex with any guy that would
take her out, and her brother spent all of his time smoking dope
and hanging out with a bunch of *losers*. Her brother had been
arrested twice for burglary and vandalism, and she'd already had
to have an abortion. One of our fr!
iends, her mother won't let her do hardly *anything* because
she'd afraid our friend will get in some kind of trouble, or make
some kind of mistake - so, of course, when our friend finally
*does* get to do something, she isn't sure how to do it, and
makes a mistake, which just makes her mother that much worse."

When Robyn finished, Sandra said "One of the girls I know at
school, she's *planning* on getting pregnant by her boyfriend at
the end of the school year. When I asked her why on earth she'd
do something like that, she said that she wanted to make sure she
got him by *making* him marry her. I asked her how the two of
them could be happy together if she had to MAKE him marry her;
and she just looked at me like she didn't understand the
question."

Abby was visibly amazed at the kinds of things Robyn and Sandra
had noticed, and thought about. She looked over at me, and I just
shrugged and told her "What can I say? Once a person starts
really *thinking*, it's hard to stop."

Abby went back to look at them - Sandra first, then Robyn -
before saying "You two amaze me. What are your grades in school?
Pretty good, I bet."

Sandra answered first by saying "Uh, 3.9 out of four.", followed
by Robyn's "3.8 - we go to the same school."

Shaking her head in wonder, Abby told them "I'm impressed. Smart
in school, smart in life... and both of you beautiful, to boot."

Robyn and Sandra both smiled at her compliments before Robyn
answered "You look pretty good, too, Abby - `specially when you
were in your suit at the pool."

At that, Abby looked down at herself before giving a small start
and saying "I didn't even realize - both of you are naked, and
here I am still wearing clothes!"

Sandra laughed, and said "its okay, Abby. At home, we all go
around wearing all mixed up like this all the time - like Aunt
Lucy says, it's like we're closet nudists, if that isn't an
oxymoron."

Abby smiled, and said "No, I don't think it is. But it's not very
polite for me to be sitting here with this dress on while you two
are wearing just skin." - and promptly stood up to take off her
dress, then the panties, she was wearing. When she sat down again
between them, she was as unconcerned about her nudity as they
were about theirs.

With Abby an obviously willing participant, Robyn and Sandra
didn't hesitate any longer to let her know what THEY thought of
her - and remove any barriers that might be left between them.

While both of them kissed and caressed her, Abby's attention went
from one to the other and back again, her hands wandering freely
across their bodies. From where I was seated, I could see them
clearly; watching as breasts tightened and nipples erected,
listening as their breath quickened with each passing moment.

After a few minutes, Abby finally broke the connection between
all of them with visible regret before gasping "Dear God! I don't
think I can DO this! Not with BOTH of you at the same time - it's
just too much."

Robyn and Sandra both just smiled at her before Sandra said
"That's okay, Abby. Sometimes Uncle Dan and Aunt Lucy tell us
that we're too much for one person when we're together."

Haltingly, Abby told them "Please don't get me wrong; I *like*
being with you like this - it's just that I don't think I can be
with both of you at the same time."

Sandra and Robyn shared a look before Robyn told her "We
understand, Abby. If you want, either one of us would be happy to
spend the night with you - or even both of us, just one at a
time."

That seemed to both comfort, and excite, Abby at the same time.
She finally looked over to where I was still sitting - with no
pretense of not watching - and looked at me with a questioning
expression on her face. I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled
at her, saying "It's the same problem Lucy and I have faced at
times. One thing you can be sure of, though - you can believe
what they said about it being either or both of them. Whichever
one you pick, the other will be fine with it - they don't get
jealous or envious of each other."

"Somehow, I'm not surprised" Abby answered before turning to look
first at Sandra, then Robyn, before announcing "Uh, I think I'd
like to be with both of you, just one at a time. Robyn first?",
hesitatingly.

Sandra just smiled and told her "That's fine, Abby. I'll stay
with Uncle Dan first, and whenever you're ready, Robyn and I will
just swap places."

Reassured by Sandra's calm acceptance of her decision, Abby took
her into her arms so the two of them could kiss before Sandra
stood up and said "We'll go ahead and go to bed, so you two can
be alone."

Sandra came over to where I was sitting - pausing long enough to
pick up the dress she'd discarded. I stood up and took her hand;
then the two of us headed for the stairs while Robyn and Abby
watched.

Up in the second bedroom, we closed the door behind us, and I
started to get undressed. Before I could get my hands on the
first button of my shirt, Sandra stepped close and moved them
away, saying "I want to do it."

And do it, she did. When my shirt was gone, she knelt in front of
me and removed my shoes and socks, then my pants. With me
standing there in only my underwear, Sandra looked up at me and
said "Amy and Tom were fun, but it's *you* that I've been missing
so much" before she reached under the material of my shorts and
wrapped her hand around my penis. After she'd given it a few
gentle squeezed and soft tugs, both of us could feel it as I
started to respond to her attentions. Only when I was semi-erect
did she seem satisfied that she was getting the results she
wanted; she paused long enough to slide my underwear down my legs
and off my feet before she put her hand around my penis again -
just long enough to lift it up and wrap her lips around it and
take my length into her mouth.

In short order, I was fully erect, and she let me slip from
between her lips, my penis shiny with her saliva. Standing, she
took my hand and led me over to the bed, where she released her
hold on me and moved to lie down on the bed. Looking up at me,
she said "I've missed you So much - you don't have to do anything
special, or try to make me happy first. Just having you inside me
will be all I need."

I nodded my understanding, and moved to lie on the bed next to
her. I let my hand drift across her body, letting my fingertips
drink in the soft, warm smoothness of her skin, the firmness of
her breasts, and the delicacy of her face. I leaned over to give
her a gentle, loving kiss on the lips which she returned with her
own love for me. When our lips parted, I could see her happiness
in her eyes, and the invitation to do with her as I wished on her
face.

I slowly kissed my way down her body, pausing to take her erect
nipples between my lips and suck on them briefly before
continuing my journey. At her bellybutton, I delayed long enough
to rim it with my tongue before sucking on it as she writhed
beneath my touch. Moving onward, I was soon at the edge of her
pale bush - then past it to where the flower of her womanhood was
blooming in her arousal. Dipping my tongue between the petals of
her sex, I found that she was already thoroughly wet inside. I
patiently licked her delicious oils from her entrance, the moved
up to where her erect clitoris was waiting. I circled it slowly
with my tongue several times, Sandra's pelvis rising slightly as
her arousal and eagerness grew. Back between her thighs, I found
that she was even wetter than before, and I happily cleaned up
all that I could find before returning to her clitoris.

I was gently sucking on her clitoris as I fluttered my tongue
across it when she had a small orgasm that left her panting for
air. As the throes of it tapered off, I heard her tell me
"Inside. I want you INSIDE me!"

Even knowing how eager and ready she was for it, I regretted
leaving my position - but I was still happy to give her what she
so plainly wanted.

When I moved between her thighs, she lifted her knees and spread
her legs in eager anticipation of what was next. As I moved over
her, I tarried long enough to apply my mouth to her breasts -
licking and sucking on them, and pulling on her nipples with my
lips. I stopped when I felt her hands on my hips, urging me to
move them closer to where she *really* wanted my attentions.

When we felt my erect member resting against her mons, she looked
up at me, our eyes locking. Reaching one hand between us, she
took my erection in her hand and moved it so my glans was resting
between her labia, pressed against her opening. She held me there
for a moment, then I pressed my hips forward, my penis sliding
into her as she spread her legs even more to make it easier for
me.

She gasped slightly when the head of my manhood finally slipped
through the tight ring of her entrance and slid into her a little
ways. As always, she was wonderfully hot and tight inside; and
incredibly wet. She released her soft grasp on my penis, and I
pushed myself a little farther into her before backing out
slightly to make sure I was properly coated with her oils. I
eased myself forward again, and she took nearly my entire length
before I had to stop and reverse direction again. With a final
thrust of my hips, I buried myself in her, accompanied by her
soft moan of pleasure and satisfaction.

We lay there like that for several moments; each of us enjoying
the other's presence, before Sandra began to slightly hunch her
hips upward, trying to get me moving inside her. Taking the hint,
I slid myself back out of her until only half my length was
inside before moving to fill her with my manhood again.

It was only a couple of minutes before I was moving in Sandra at
a steady pace, nearly my entire length sliding between her slick
labia. We'd been making love only a few minutes when I felt her
tense beneath me as another orgasm - stronger than the first -
overtook her. As I continued to thrust into her, she softly cried
out her combined pleasure and release.

When it was over, her hips started to again rise up in time with
my penetrations as she opened herself to take me as deeply as
possible.

The feeling of being inside her like that was great. The
sensations she created around me as she climaxed only made it
better - better enough that I could feel myself moving well along
toward my own release.

I continued to fill and empty her by turns, and several minutes
later, she did it again - orgasming a third time. The third was
well beyond what I'd seen and felt her experience so far that
night: her cries were louder, and the clenching of her vagina
around my pistoning penis was much stronger. If her release had
lasted even a few seconds longer, I would have emptied myself in
her despite myself. But I was lucky, and even as I felt myself
approaching the point of no return, I could feel _her_ actions
begin to taper off. It took everything I had, but I managed to
keep going until she was again thrusting herself up in welcome to
me.

By that time, my strokes in her weren't nearly as slow and
deliberate as when I'd started - close to my own climax, I was
pumping in and out of her in rapid, almost hard, thrusts as our
bodies met with a wet slapping sound.

As much as my increased pace and forcefulness were doing for me,
they were apparently doing even more for Sandra: it couldn't have
been more than a couple of minutes when I felt and watched as she
tripped over into her fourth orgasm during our brief time
together.

I knew this was going to be the end of the line for me - and
determined that if I was going to go down `fighting', as it were.
As Sandra's loud cries escaped her lips, and her hot, wet sheath
clenched around me, I continued to piston in and out of her as
best I could - stopping only when I felt my balls tighten as I
prepared to fill her with my hot seed. I managed to give her a
couple of slow, hard thrusts before I buried myself as deep
inside her as I could manage, my man-juice exploding out the end
of my penis to splash across the entrance to her womb.

After I'd released the last of my cum in her, I felt my penis
rapidly deflating. Looking down at her, I could see that she was
still `coming down' from her own climax. Pulling my hips back, I
felt myself pull free of her, accompanied by a soft, wet popping
noise. The sudden inrush of air to the area caused her eyes to
widen briefly, even though they remained slightly glazed.

Panting, I knew that neither she, nor Robyn, would want to sleep
in a wet spot on the bed that night. Collecting my strength, I
managed to get up and go to the common bathroom upstairs -
noting, in passing, that the door to Abby's room was closed. It
had been open when Sandra and I had come upstairs, so I knew that
Abby and Robyn were inside - and undoubtedly pleasuring each
other.

After wetting a washcloth, I collected a hand towel, and quickly
made my way back into the bedroom, closing the door again behind
me. Sandra was a bit more recovered from her series of orgasms,
but obviously still had a way to go. Moving to lie next to her, I
used the washcloth to wipe up most of the consequence of our
lovemaking, then used the towel to dry her off before positioning
it so that it would capture any additional `leakage'. By the time
I finished, she had recovered enough to manage a small smile, and
mouth the words `thank you'. I just smiled back, and snuggled
next to her, letting my fingertips trace random patterns in the
fine sheen of sweat that covered the front of her. When her
breathed had slowed to normal, I let my head drop far enough to
give her a soft kiss on the lips. When I lifted my head again,
she gave me one of her patented radiant smiles, and said "Thank
you, Uncle Dan. That was *just* what I wanted".

"Feel better now?" I teased.

She raised her arms over her head and stretched - I could hear
her joints creak - before answering "Oh, *much* better!", and
giggling.

About that time, we heard a soft cry through the door; and a few
moments later, another in a different `voice'. Sandra and I
looked at each other before Sandra said "Well, I guess we know
Abby and Robyn get along okay?", with a mischievous grin.

"I'd say that was a pretty safe assumption, too", I added,
grinning back.

We lay together like that for several minutes before Sandra
gently pushed my arm away, saying "I think I'd better clean up,
so I'm ready when it's time for me and Robyn to change."

I looked at her quizzically, and she told me "You wouldn't want
Robyn to come in here smelling like Abby, would you? Oh, wait,
you might, you dirty old man. But I think Abby would much rather
have me clean, than dripping your stuff - and I *know* _I_ sure
want to go to her that way!"

I grinned and asked "Do you really think I'm a dirty old man?"

She grinned back and answered "Of course you are. But you're my
Uncle Dan dirty old man, and I love you."

She sat up, giving me a kiss in passing, and held the towel in
place as she made her way to the common bathroom. I picked up the
washcloth and followed her, asking if she needed any help. She
faked giving me The Eye, then laughed, and said that she didn't
NEED the help, but would love for me to help her anyway.

Several minutes later, clean and dried, both of us lay down on
the bed again, fresher, if not slightly the worse for wear. I lay
on my back, and Sandra happily snuggled into my side with my arm
around her. Resting her head in the hollow of my shoulder, she
was soon asleep; with me not far behind.

-----

When I woke up the next morning, I was on my side, a female body
pressing against my back. I'd woken up like that enough times
that it took me only a moment to decide that it was Robyn with
me.

I managed to get up without waking her, and headed for the
bathroom to take care of the morning guy thing. When I got back,
though, I saw that she was awake, and obviously waiting for me.
As Sandra had predicted, Robyn had taken the time to clean up a
bit - when I got closer, there wasn't a whiff of Abby to be
found.

I started to lie down on my back, but Robyn nudged me to lie on
my back. Once I was stretched out to her satisfaction, she
crawled on top of me, her thighs straddling my hips, her torso
resting on mine with her head tucked under my chin. I put my arms
around her and the two of us just stayed like that for a little
while before I told her "I'd ask if you and Abby had fun last
night, but I already know you did. Sandra and I heard both of
you."

I felt Robyn blush slightly, and she replied "Yeah, we did. She
was kind of shy with me at first, though. It surprised me, but I
just pretended I didn't notice, and after a while she was okay.
She's *really* nice, and I like her a lot."

"Yeah, I think she is, too."

Robyn gave me a brief hug and said "You know that Amy's kind of
mad at you, don't you?"

I sighed, and said "Yeah, I know. There are some things happening
that she doesn't like, but I think she'll be okay when all this
is done."

There was a pause, and Robyn asked "Is everything going to be all
right when you're done helping Amy?"

"I think so, short stuff. I think it's going to be a little like
what happened last time, only different. We're after a bunch of
drug dealers, and they're a bunch of *really* bad people. So
we'll have to be careful for a little while after we catch them,
but then it'll be okay again, I expect."

"Are they the people that killed Sandra's folks?"

"Not them, personally, but they're the ones that said to do it,
yeah."

"But you're going to catch them? And make them pay for what they
did?"

"Yeah, we are."

After a longer pause, Robyn told me "Then I think it'll be okay
if we have to be careful a while. What they were doing was wrong,
but hurting Sandra's parents like that was *way* worse. I know
it's going to be a pain, having to watch out all the time; but if
it means that that those assholes get put away, I can live with
it."

"Robyn!" I exclaimed, surprised at her use of profanity.

"I'm sorry, Dad. But I don't know of another word that really
says what kind of people they are."

I sighed, and said "I understand. But try not to say stuff like
that too much, okay?

She lifted her head and kissed me on the chin - wrinkling her
nose at the bristles - before answering "Okay, I won't - not
*too* much", with a grin.

I grinned back, and after I kissed her on the forehead, she
tucked her head under my chin again.

Having her resting on me like that felt good - not just the
smooth warmth of her body against mine, but that we were trusting
and comfortable and loving enough that it was even possible.
After a bit, I couldn't help but start moving my hands on her -
pleased by the soft smoothness of her skin under my hands and the
warm firmness of her body. It wasn't long before I could feel
Robyn starting to respond to my touch as she made small movements
on top of me in response to the pleasure she felt. The feel of
her breasts pressing into my body and the tickle of her bush
against my lower belly started to get me hard. Robyn felt it when
I was hard enough that my penis flopped around to rest against my
belly - and brushed against her mons along the way. When that
happened, I felt her start moving her hips slightly, using her
pubic hair to tease me into even further erection.

With the knowledge that she was willing to make love, I let my
hands move down to start caressing her hips, and playing with the
firm mounds of her ass. It wasn't more than a minute longer
before I caught the first faint scent of her increasing arousal.
As my length increased, Robyn was able to make better and better
contact between it and her womanhood; eventually, with a slight
lift of her hips, my manhood was between us, where she began
rubbing her clitoris against its underside. It wasn't long before
some of her liquid essence was transferred between us, making her
actions both easier and more pleasant for both of us.

The unique aroma of her was thick in the air when she raised
herself to sit over me with her hands on my chest to prop herself
up. She arched her back and leaned forward; giving me the
opportunity to use my lips and tongue to tend to the firm, spongy
masses of her breasts and suckle at her nipples. The change in
her posture also moved the entrance of her vagina from the
underside of my penis to its head - where she wriggled around
slightly until I slipped between the slick petals of her inner
lips. Only a slight backward movement of her hips, and I felt
myself pressing against her hot, wet opening.

Knowing what was next, I slowed my oral attentions to her
breasts; a few moments later, I felt her pressing herself back,
taking my erect member inside without once touching it with her
hands.

To my surprise, she fitted herself around my entire length in a
single long, slow movement. When she felt my pubic bone pressing
against her mons, she straightened her back and rose up again.
Between us, I could see the gap between her thighs, and how my
hardness disappeared into the hot cavern of her womanhood. Above,
her breasts still glistened slightly with my saliva, her nipples
and areolas tight and hard.

She looked down at me, and in her eyes I could see the love and
concern she felt for me, and the trust she had *in* me - as well
as the desire she had FOR me.

With a Mona Lisa smile on her face, she lifted herself off of me
a few times, letting more and more of my penis slip free before
impaling herself on it again. Once satisfied that I could easily
slide in and out of her, she raised herself until only the head
of my penis was inside her; I felt her tighten the muscles of her
vagina, and she lowered herself back onto me. The sensation she
created was exquisite: it was like being inside her for the first
time again - only without the difficulty of dealing with her
maidenhead. When she'd gotten me fully inside her again, I felt
her relax around me for a few moments before she started a
rhythmic milking of my manhood with her internal muscles. She did
that for several seconds, then let herself relax before she rose
up again - whereupon she repeated the entire sequence.

Over the next few minutes, she made slow, leisurely love to me
that way. It was slow, deliberate torture on her part - and I
loved every moment of it.

It wasn't much longer before I could feel myself getting close.
My hands were caressing the outsides of her thighs when I warned
her "if you keep that up, you're going to get a surprise..."

She just gave me another Mona Lisa smile and answered "That's
*exactly* what I want."

She must have seen a questioning look on my face, because she
went on to explain "Dad, I know you've been working hard, and
that you've had a lot of things on your mind - particularly me
and Sandra and Mom. This is something I want to do for you. You
don't have to worry about making me feel good, or helping me have
a climax - just enjoy *yourself*, for a change. It's enough for
me to know that I helped you feel better."

The distraction of listening to Robyn's explanation let me pull
`back' a little - but not much. And being relieved of the (minor)
burden of having to concern myself with making sure Robyn enjoyed
our lovemaking left me free to simply enjoy (!!) the feelings she
was creating. So enjoy them I did - but only for a couple more
minutes before I felt myself over from `want to' to `*got* to'. I
felt my balls tightening, and Robyn somehow knew or felt or
sensed the change in me: she quickly ended the clenching
sensations she'd applied to me at the end of her down strokes.
For the next dozen strokes or so, she relaxed around me as she
lifted up, and tightened again when she lowered herself, with no
pause between the two.

The result was a building of pressure that I hadn't experienced
in quite some time - a pressure that was thankfully relieved when
I finally a long, hard jet of semen deep inside Robyn's tight
sheath. With the first shot of my hot jism, Robyn pressed herself
down on me as hard as she could, and began clamping herself
around me in time with my releases.

My climax lasted much longer that I'd experienced for a *long*
time - and brought me more pleasure than I'd even _hoped_ it
would. When it finally - regretfully - ended, I was unable to do
more than lay there and pant. Looking up, I could see that Robyn
was looking down at me affectionately; perfectly content to hold
herself tight around me, knowing she'd brought me that much
pleasure.

As my breathing slowed, my softened penis finally shrunk enough
to pull free of Robyn. When it did, she quickly cupped her hand
under her crotch, and climbed off me to head for the bathroom in
the hall. She came back a couple minutes later, and lay down next
to me before putting an arm and one leg across my body. I put my
arm around her, and lifted my head to give her a kiss on the top
of her head before telling her "Thanks, short stuff."

She gave me a hug with the arm that was across my body before
answering "You're welcome, Dad. I just thought it was time I did
something for YOU, for a change."

I hugged her back and told her "Robyn, you do enough for me by
just being my daughter."

I could *feel* her smile into my chest, and the two of us laid
there for several more minutes before she told me "When I went to
the bathroom, I could smell coffee downstairs. Think you're ready
for some breakfast?"

I conceded that I could use a bite or two, and Robyn sat up
again. Looking down at me, she said "I want to clean up a bit
before I go downstairs. Want to wash up with me?"

I put a mock-fearful expression on my face, and giving her The
Eye, asked "You're not going to like... *ravish* me or anything
in the shower, are you?"

She giggled, and said "No, I'm not going to ravish you in the
shower."

I quickly put on a disappointed look, and said "Damn!", making
her laugh before I said "Well, I'm not too sure what the _point_
is, then, but I *guess* I can take a shower with you."

She laughed again, and said "Come on, Dad. You'll feel better
after you get some coffee and food inside."

When I started to sit up, Robyn got off the bed to make room for
me, and then took my hand in hers after I stood up. Still holding
hands, we made our way into the bathroom and got cleaned up -
with a little friendly groping and fondling along the way.

After we'd dried off, each of us opted to just put on some
underwear before heading downstairs. There we found Abby and
Sandra - no more dressed than we were - just finishing their
breakfast; French toast, by the look of it. At our appearance,
both got up to give us good-morning hugs and kisses. Abby sat
down with us while Sandra got coffee for all of us. We all
chatted while Robyn and I downed our coffee; when we were done
with it, Abby got up to make us our own ration of French toast.
Sandra tried to get up to help, but Abby just shooed her back
into a chair, saying "After dealing with you two last night, just
making breakfast is a _relief_!" - making all the rest of us
grin.

As Robyn and I tucked away a fair amount of breakfast, Abby
finally sat down at the table with us so the four of us could
talk some more as Robyn and I ate.

When we'd finished our meals - both of us telling Abby how good
it was - Robyn and Sandra both got up and started cleaning up.
Abby tried to protest, but they simply ignored her. Working
together, it didn't take them long to get everything straightened
out; as Robyn put the last of the fixings away, Sandra topped off
everyone's coffee then asked "Anybody want some more?". All of us
declined, and she turned the machine off.

After we'd finished our last cup of coffee, the four of us
adjourned to the living room. There, I took a chair while Abby
settled onto one end of her couch - only to be displaced when
Robyn and Sandra wanted to sit on either side of her. I had a
suspicion that they weren't done with her yet, but kept my
counsel. I figured that if she was an FBI agent, she had to have
learned to recognize danger - or if she hadn't, she needed to.

We'd been watching the Sunday morning news programs for perhaps
an hour when I saw Robyn and Sandra give each other a look.
Seeing that, I *knew* Abby was in trouble - but didn't figure
she'd mind all _that_ much. Besides, she had until Monday morning
to recover, which was *probably* enough time.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, from the corner of my eye, I
saw Robyn `casually' let her hand rest on Abby's thigh. A bit
after that, Sandra just as casually pulled one of Abby's arms
around her, and then held Abby's hand on her breast. Over the
next fifteen minutes or so, they took turns slowly ratcheting up
their stimulation of Abby - who began responding to it without
even realizing what they were doing to her.

Finally, the effect got to be too much, and Abby suddenly
realized what was happening - but it was too late by then. When
Abby started to say something about what they were doing, it was
Sandra that silenced her through the simple expedient of kissing
her and starting to play with one of Abby's breasts. Robyn
reinforced Sandra's assault by sucking on Abby's other breast,
and reaching down to start rubbing Abby's mons through her
panties.

I don't know if it was because Abby realized how untenable her
position was, or she simply didn't want to fight them off that
badly, but her struggles didn't last very long - certainly no
more than half a minute. It wasn't much longer, and she was a
willing - even enthusiastic - participant. Sandra finally stopped
kissing her, and moved down to duplicate what Robyn was doing;
each of them contributed a hand toward slipping Abby's panties
off - something Abby assisted in by lifting her ass off the
couch.

With their victim defenseless and exposed (figuratively AND
literally), they started in on _seriously_ ravishing Abby. It
wasn't but a couple of minutes before I heard Abby cry out as an
orgasm washed through her. Looking over at them, the only
assistance I was prepared to offer Abby was to suggest "You two
had better get her on the floor before she falls off the couch."

Robyn looked over at me, and nodded to indicate they'd heard me;
a moment later, they eased Abby's limp form to the floor. There,
they took turns keeping Abby `occupied' while the other slipped
out of her panties, so that all three of them were naked. I
watched for a little bit, and saw that when Abby started to move
again, Sandra moved her head between Abby's thighs while Robyn
leaned over Abby's head to start sucking on her breasts - and
leaving her own bust available to Abby, something Abby quickly
took advantage of.

Once satisfied that no one was going to get physically hurt, I
turned off the TV and sat back to watch the three of them. I'd
been the target of Robyn and Sandra's tag-team tactics, and it
was interesting (and something of a relief) to see how they
operated without being in the middle of it.

Over the course of the next hour, I watched as Sandra and Robyn
and Abby all experienced a number of orgasms - some small, others
clearly intense. The living room was filled with the liquid
sounds of their activities, and the heady aroma of aroused female
was nearly thick enough to cut.

It finally ended when Sandra and Robyn brought each other to
orgasm, then fell apart, lying on either side of the quivering
bundle of exposed nerve endings that was Abby. My two saw me
looking at the three of them, and managed to give me a grin; Abby
was so far gone, I doubted she was conscious of anything around
her.

When Sandra and Robyn managed to sit up, I told them "Now look
what you've gone and done - you *broke* her. I mean, that is so
typical of you two: you get a new toy, and you play with it so
hard you break it. How is she supposed to be an FBI agent after
you two used her up so hard? Do you really think I'm going to get
any work out of her tomorrow after this?"

Robyn and Sandra both grinned at me, knowing that I was teasing
them. Robyn looked down at Abby, then back up at me and answered
"I don't thing we _broke_ her, exactly."

Sandra chipped in by saying "Yeah, she isn't broken. A little
bent, maybe, but I think we can fix her so she'll be all right
tomorrow."

I chuckled, and said "I think you two have `fixed' her enough for
one day. Go get cleaned up, and I'll see if I can resuscitate her
a little."

Sandra and Robyn got up, picked up their discarded panties, and
went upstairs as I moved over to where Abby was puddled on the
floor.

I sat down next to her, then leaned over to look in her face.
After a moment, her eyes focused on me, and she managed to blink
at me owlishly.

I smiled and told her "They've gone upstairs to clean up. Do you
want me to help you clean up too?"

She released a weak croak, and I told her "Hold on a second, and
I'll get you something to drink. Would you like that?"

Her eyes thanked me, and I did as I promised - after I made a
couple of peanut butter and honey sandwiches, which I figured
she'd need, I grabbed a couple of Cokes and went back to her.

Propping myself against the couch, I pulled her onto my lap. Over
the next several minutes, I got enough Coke and sandwich into her
that she was finally able to sit up with only a little support.
From there, it didn't take much longer before she was feeding
herself, though I continued to hold onto the first can of Coke
for her. By the time it was empty, she had regained enough
strength to hold the second can herself, sipping from it as she
nearly inhaled the second sandwich.

With the influx of quick energy from the food and drink, it was
only a few more minutes before she had enough strength to talk to
me, asking "What the hell happened to me?"

"Robyn and Sandra", I answered.

She blinked at me, a blank expression on her face, and I reminded
her "After breakfast? We all came into the living room to watch
TV, and Robyn and Sandra sat down on the couch with you?"

Her eyes got wide as she remembered how it had started. She
looked into my face, and asked "Am I going to be okay?"

I grinned at her and answered "Yeah, I think you're going to be
okay. You're going to be weak as a kitten the rest of the day,
and sleep like a rock tonight, but you'll be okay."

She looked at me as though she wasn't entirely certain I wasn't
lying to her, but I just nodded and said "Really, you'll be fine.
They've done pretty much the same thing to me, and even Lucy, and
it didn't kill US."

 From the expression on her face, I could tell that Abby wasn't
any too sure that she wasn't going to be an exception.

About that time, Robyn and Sandra came back downstairs, and into
the living room. When she saw them, Abby gave a small shudder,
and told me "You're not going to let them have me again, are
you?"

I smiled, and said "No, I'm not. Do you want to clean up?"

She nodded, and said "But I don't think I could stand up for a
shower, and I'm afraid if I got into a tub, I'd drown."

"Do you want me to help?"

She nodded again, and I told her "Let me get you up on your feet,
and we'll go upstairs, okay?"

She agreed, and together, we managed to get her to a more-or-less
standing position. Robyn and Sandra watched as I picked Abby up,
and moved aside when I started for the stairs.

Up in her bedroom, I laid Abby on her bed with the explanation
"I'm just setting you here long enough to get the water going,
okay?

"Okay."

I left the bathroom door open so Abby could watch as I started
filling the tub, and making sure the water was warm enough. When
the water level was high enough, I shut the water off, and went
back into the bedroom. There, I removed my shorts, picked Abby up
again, and carried her into the bathroom. I carefully set her in
the water, and quickly moved to get in behind her. After that, it
was relatively quick work for the two of us to get her cleaned
off - though every time I touched one of her nipples, or brushed
across her mons, she would gasp and quiver in response.

By the time she was cleaned up again, she'd gotten enough
strength back to stand on her own while I dried her, then myself.
I stayed with her as we left the bathroom, and when we got close
to the bed, I asked her "Do you want to lie down and rest for a
little while?"

She nodded, and said "For about a week, I think!"

I helped her lie down, and when I started to leave her, she took
hold of my hand and asked "Stay with me?"

I smiled, and said "Sure, Abby."

I snuggled next to her, and let my arm rest across her body,
careful to avoid any of the erogenous zones that *I* was aware
of.  We'd only been lying there a few moments when Robyn and
Sandra appeared in the door. Abby saw them, and gestured that it
was okay for them to come in. They did, and stopped at the edge
of the bed. After a brief hesitation, Robyn told her "We're
really sorry we, uh, *played* with you so hard."

Sandra followed up by telling her "Yeah, Abby, we're really
sorry. We didn't mean to use you up like that."

Abby thought that over for a few moments, then told them "No, you
don't have to be sorry - I'm not used to having quite that much
fun, or having that many orgasms. I'm just surprised that I
lasted as long as I did! Next time, just take it easier on me,
okay?"

"You want a next time?" Sandra asked.

Abby smiled at them, and said "Damn right I do. I love you both,
dearly, as long as you don't do that to me again - at least, not
that much!"

Reassured that Abby wasn't upset with them, they turned and left
the bedroom. Abby and I listened as they made their way back
downstairs before she turned to me and said "Did you tell them to
come up here?"

"Nope. It was their idea; I had no idea they were going to do
it."

Abby sighed, and said "That's part of why they're so dear to me -
they don't *have* to be told to do things like that. You've got
every reason in the world to be proud of them."

"And I am, believe me." I answered.

She smiled at me, and put her hands on my arm, holding it as I
watched her drift off to sleep. Some time later, I napped along
with her.

When I woke up, she was still asleep, and didn't wake as I
carefully got up and went in to get dressed. Downstairs, I found
Sandra and Robyn at opposite ends of the couch, watching some
movie or other on TV. Something seemed out of place, and when
Robyn saw me looking around, told me "While you two were asleep,
we went ahead and did the housework for Abby. The only things we
didn't do were the laundry and vacuuming - we couldn't find a
washing machine, and didn't think we should go outside; and we
didn't want to risk waking you up by running the vacuumcleaner."

"You were right on both decisions", I told them, adding "And I
think Abby will thank you for cleaning things up."

Sandra answered by saying "Well, we figured we should do
*something* for leaving her like that. Really, Uncle Dan, we
didn't know she'd be quite that bad!"

"Well, she'll be okay, and she'd not upset with you. But I hope
you two will remember that as much fun as either one of you is,
together, you're a lot for one person to handle, okay?"

I knew that was all I needed to say, and both of them nodded
solemnly. When I moved toward the recliner, Robyn spoke up,
asking "Would you sit on the couch with us?"

I quickly changed course, and did as they asked - surprised when
they guided me to one end, where Sandra sat on my lap while Robyn
took a seat on the floor, where she could rest against my legs.

We hadn't moved very much when Abby made her appearance some time
later. It wasn't until she was laid back in the recliner that she
looked around a bit before asking "Who cleaned up?"

Sandra told her "I hope you don't mind, but we did, while you and
Uncle Dan were sleeping."

Abby laughed, and said "No, I don't mind - in fact, I want to
thank you. It looks like you did a better job than I usuallydo!"

Robyn replied "We didn't run the vacuum, though, cause we didn't
want to wake you up."

"No, that's fine. Thank you for your consideration; that nap was
just what I needed, though I expect I still won't have any
trouble getting to sleep tonight."

Robyn and Sandra both smiled at her before Robyn asked "Uh, would
you mind if I sat with you? While we watched TV?"

Abby smiled back, and said "No, I wouldn't' mind at all."

Robyn got up and moved over to the recliner, where Abby made room
for her. Robyn sat down, and after a hesitant kiss to Abby's
cheek, settled back to watch TV.

A couple of hours later, the phone rang, and Sandra got up to
answer it. When she came back, she told us "That was Amy. They'll
be over here in about an hour" before taking her place back on my
lap.

We were all still in place when Amy and the rest showed up. Abby
invited them to stay, but Amy and Tom politely begged off. Amy
said she wanted to check with our protective detail, and went
outside while Lucy, Erika, and the girls hashed out who was going
and who was staying. By the time Amy got back, they'd settled on
Erika trading places with Robyn. Before they left, Lucy whispered
to me "What happened to Abby? She looks like she just ran a
marathon and a triathlon both in the same day."

"Worst - she ran a Sandra and Robyn at the same time. They got a
little carried away, but they already know it was too much." I
whispered back.

Lucy nodded, grinned, and gave me a kiss before asking "Enjoy
yourself last night?"

I grinned back, and answered "And this morning, too. Abby wasn't
ready for both of them last night, so they traded off while I was
asleep. They ganged up on her this morning."

Lucy smiled her understanding, and gave me another kiss.

After the others had left, Sandra went over to take Robyn's place
next to Abby; Erika took position at the end of the couch, where
she held my head in her lap.

When it got late enough, I decided that there wasn't any point in
anyone having to fuss with cooking and dishes afterward, and
offered to spring for pizza. Sandra was all for it, and Abby
actually looked a bit relieved. We quickly settled on toppings,
and Erika made the call before going outside to let the detail
know to expect the delivery person.

While we ate, Abby laughingly told Erika how Sandra and Robyn had
positively *ravished* her - telling it in such a way that she had
all three of us laughing. I could see that Sandra was relieved
that Abby wasn't upset with them about it.

After the pizza carcasses were put away, Erika asked Sandra if
she'd like to cuddle - an offer that Sandra quickly accepted, the
two of them the recliner.

Abby looked at me, and said "Well, Dan, it looks like it's you
and me, then."

In my best disappointed little-boy voice, I answered "Well, if I
*gotta*...", making her smile. I sat at the end of the couch,
angled out a little bit, and Abby tucked herself into my side and
pulled my arm around her.

As it started to get late, I caught Abby yawning, and quietly
told her "If you're tired, you should go ahead and go to bed."

She looked up at me and nodded, saying "Yeah, I think I better."

"I'm a little tired, myself, if you want some company - for
sleep."

She smiled and said "Yeah, for sleep, that would be nice."

We got up and I told the others "We're a little tired, so we're
going to sleep. We'll see you in the morning." Erika and Sandra
both wished us good night, and we went upstairs.

Undressed and ready for bed, Abby and I climbed between the
sheets. I lay on my side, and Abby did the same before sliding
back to spoon with me. I put my arm around her, and she didn't
hesitate to pull my hand up to cup her breast before she told me
"I saw Lucy looking at me, and the two of you talking, and I can
guess what you were talking about. Dan, I'm really not mad or
anything about Sandra and Robyn this morning - it's just that I
wasn't really prepared for it, and all."

"I know", I told her, adding "Both of them were really sorry
about it, after the fact. I don't think they really realize just
how *much* there is to them when they team up like that. But I
think they know better, now, so if you ever decide to take them
on again, they'll go a little easier on you. But I'll warn you,
you'll still `lose' - if what they can do to a person can be
called `losing'."

Abby laughed, and said "I know what you mean - but I think I
*would* like to be with them again. It was the most incredible
experience of my life; it was just that there was so _much_ of
it!" wriggling against me.

I couldn't help but start to respond to the feeling of the firm
globes of her ass sliding against my penis. When she felt me
starting to get hard, Abby just giggled and said "You said you
wanted to sleep!"

I laughed, and answered "I do - that's just a salute to a pretty
girl."

She giggled again and said "In that case, I thank you, sir"
before pressing herself back against me. I raised my head long
enough to give her a small kiss on her ear, and hugged her
closer. Some time later, we were both asleep.

-----

The following week was a busy one for all of us.

While Abby and I were taking care of business on the Cartelita
case, Erika and some of the other agents were giving Lucy and the
girls a crash course in Survival.

The three of them spent a couple of days learning self-defense,
with Erika helping Al. By the end of it, all of them were
considerably more confident about their ability to handle a
personal assault - but not _overly_ so.

After that, the girls got an introduction to firearms while Lucy
got some training on defensive driving - as in automotive escape
and evasion. When that was over, she joined the girls for a
tutorial on more powerful firearms - rifles and automatic
weapons. Following that was a practice session with handguns -
Lucy impressing the instructor by meeting the same qualifications
that I'd had to, on her first try. So while the girls got indoor
target practice, Lucy got some advanced tutoring from Erika, and
then made several passes through the combat range. She wasn't in
the same class as Amy, Erika, and myself, of course - but she
managed to slightly embarrass the few agents whose scores she
beat.

By the time she was done, Sandra and Robyn were doing pretty well
on the pistol range. No effort was made to get them to the point
of qualifying; it was enough that they were consistently and
reliably hitting the silhouette targets they'd graduated to.

The last class they had was taught by Erika, with the help of a
number of other agents. What she did was teach them how to watch
for surveillance - someone following them in another car,
watching for the same person to show up around them, and so on.
Lucy caught on quickly, and as Erika told me later, did a lot
better than anyone had expected. Robyn and Sandra got the idea
easily enough, but weren't as good in applying what they'd
learned.

At the end of each day, all of us would gather in Amy's office
and settle on who was going to stay where that night. I continued
going home with Abby, but Lucy, Erika, and the girls were a
different matter.

Evenings with Lucy and the girls were much like they'd been with
Abby and Erika - some were quiet while others were considerably
more active.

As it turned out, I was wrong in my estimate of how long it would
take to get the second password - it didn't actually appear until
late Thursday afternoon.

Once I had it, it took only a few minutes to verify that it was
the key to the rest of the encrypted data; I was pleased to see
that I'd underestimated how much detail had been kept, too - not
only were deals and dealers recorded, but there were records for
every member of every gang, along with a brief listing of
`trusted' lawyers.

All the information was quickly copied into the FBI computer
files; when Amy saw it, she could only sit there speechless for
several seconds before quietly announcing "We are going to rip
these people a new asshole!" - and then blushing slightly when
Abby, Erika, and I laughed at her reaction; even Tom had a smile
on his face.

When she'd recovered from the shock at all she was seeing, Amy
told us "Okay, *now* we can hit these pukes. I'll get this
information out to the other offices, and give them the weekend
to get ready. We hit the bastards bright and early Monday
morning."

The next morning, per Amy's request, Abby and I got all the data
organized so that names and addresses were grouped by FBI offices
while Amy made the calls to the appropriate people. By
mid-afternoon, everyone had their piece of the pie, and had let
Amy know that they would be ready to go. All the different
dealers across the country were going to be hit at the same time
- earlier in the West, later in the East.

With the rest of the offices ready, her next step was to contact
the local Chief of Police. When Amy told him it was about the
Cartelita, he put off a meeting with the Mayor in favor of coming
in to the Bureau offices. I wasn't in on the meeting with him,
but I saw him leave with a BIG smile on his face.

As it got close to quitting time, Amy made an appearance in my
office, where Tom joined us. Looking around at all of us, Amy
said "In case I forgot to tell all of you - thanks! I know that
isn't anywhere NEAR enough, but it's all I've got to offer, right
now. With all the work all of you have done - particularly you,
Dan! - we're going to put a *serious* hole in the drug
infrastructure in this country. And I don't doubt for a moment
that all the local PDs have enough undercover cops out there to
let them get their people _way_ inside any new gangs that form
up. With all these Cartelita players going down, I think it's
going to be a pretty safe bet that the survivors are going to be
real hesitant about linking up with each other - and that's going
to make them that much easier to deal with. We - you! - have put
a serious hurting on the drug operations in this country, and you
have my word that the right people are going to know the who and
how of it. Again, thank you - and co!
ngratulations."

-----

Monday morning found me, Lucy, Erika, and the girls relaxing in
one of the lounges in the Bureau offices while Amy, Abby, and
nearly a hundred agents got ready to make their raids. Before
they left, Amy stopped by to tell me "Dan, if anyone has earned
the right to be in on this, it's you - but I don't dare take the
chance of anything happening to you this close to the end."

I smiled at her, and answered "Its okay, Amy. I understand. And I
think Lucy and the two sex bombs would just as soon have me here
with them, anyway."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Lucy nodding her
agreement, which made Amy smile.

It was approaching lunchtime when Erika came into the lounge we
were in - watching daytime game shows - and asked me if I could
follow her; Amy needed to talk to me. I could see that Lucy and
the girls were as curious as I was, but not concerned.

I followed Erika into an office, and picked up the phone while
Erika hit the button for the line Amy was on.

"Hello? Amy?"

"Dan, I'm glad you were still there. Something's happened, and I
could use your help, after all."

"What is it?"

"We got the bastards - all of them - except for the head of the
biggest gang. He's barricaded himself inside an apartment, and
he's got hostages. He also claims he's got a bomb of some kinds,
and swears that he'll blow up the entire building if anybody
comes after him."

"And?"

"And the SWAT negotiator isn't getting anywhere with him, and
he's threatening to start shooting the hostages if we don't back
off."

"So what do you need me for?"

"You were a sniper in the Army, right? Well, the closest the SWAT
snipers can get is... what was it, Fred?... just over seven
hundred yards for anything like a decent shot. None of them is
sure they can hit him at that distance if they have to shoot, and
we're running out of time. I was wondering if you think you could
still shoot that far, and if you can, if you'd help us out down
here."

I thought it over for a few moments, and told her "I'm willing to
*try*, Amy, but I'd be a lot happier if there was time for me to
take a couple practice shots to be sure."

I heard Amy talking to someone else for a minute or so before she
came back to tell me "If that's what you need, we'll make the
arrangements. Is there anything special you need?"

"Just the best weapon and ammo they can lay their hands on", I
answered.

I heard Amy relay that information as well before she told me
"You'll have it. The PD will have a car there for you in five
minutes. They'll take you to their range where the rifle and
everything will be waiting. If you can do it, it would sure help
us; but if you can't, don't think you have to do it just for us.
We'll find another way, if we have to."

I knew that anything else they could come up with would be a far
distant second choice to simply taking out the dealer, but told
Amy "You've got it, Amy. I'll see you in a bit."

After hanging up the phone, I went back in to where Lucy and the
girls were waiting and told them "Amy has a problem, and it looks
like I might be able to help, after all."

Lucy immediately looked worried, and I hastened to assure her
"No, I'm not going to be anywhere near where somebody can shoot
me or do anything to me. It's just that I might be better at
something than the people they have, and I'm going to find out if
I can help them, is all."

Lucy looked at me curiously, only slightly mollified, and I asked
her "Remember what my other job was in the Army?" She had to
think for a few seconds before it came to her. She looked at me
with concern on her face, and I told her "Yeah, that's what Amy
needs. It's been a while, though, so I'm going to find out if I
can still do it well enough to help. But that's also why I won't
be in any danger, either."

Lucy thought that one over a moment, and nodded, saying "I don't
like it - but I think I understand *why*. Go ahead, then, and do
what you have to - we'll be okay here."

I nodded, kissed all of them, and followed Erika to the front
door, where a police car showed up just a couple minutes later.
It was lights and sirens all the way to the other side of town,
where the police range was. The cop drove us right up to their
rifle range, where there was a small knot of people standing
around. On the ground between them was a rifle case and a small
shooting bag.

I got out, with Erika right behind me, and one of the people came
over to say "Mr. Andrews? I'm Lieutenant Meyers, head of our SWAT
team. Thank you for being willing to help us out."

"I'm willing, Lieutenant, but let's see if I *can*, okay?"

He nodded, and gestured at the rifle case. We squatted down, and
he opened it up to show me the rifle it protected: a scoped
semi-custom Remington set in form-fitting cushions. As I checked
to make sure it was unloaded and safe, he told me what caliber it
was, and what the magnification was on the scope. I asked if he
had a ballistics chart for the ammo, and he readily pulled one
out of the range bag. Looking at it, I could see that they'd done
a nice, professional job on it - it not only detailed the
caliber, but the weight of the slug, and graphically displayed
the ballistics for the round over a nice spread of distances.
When I asked, he assured me that the ballistic table had been
done with the same weapon I was to shoot with, with the weapon
hard-mounted, meaning that what I was looking at was the result
of the weapon being fired from a known and fixed position. Any
variation from the ballistics chart would be because of the
shooter, not the weapon or ammo.

Satisfied that I had the proper tools to work with, the next step
was to check them - and me - out. Carrying the range bag, I moved
up to the firing line, and got myself situated: laying down on
the mat they'd thoughtfully provided, the stock of the rifle
resting on a pair of sandbags. Reaching into the bag, I pulled
out some hearing protection, then a box of ammo. I got the rifle
loaded, then looked up at the Lieutenant. He told me "We've got a
target set up at 750 yards - we figured you'd rather check it
long, than short." I nodded my agreement, and he went on "It's a
standard silhouette target, man-sized, with standard markings.
We're ready whenever you are, sir."

I nodded again, and got the hearing protection over my ears. From
the corner of my eye, I could see the others do the same. I
tucked the butt into my shoulder, and looked downrange at the
target. At that distance, and with that target, the white heart
outline was just a small white speck.

I fired two rounds, spaced well apart, to make sure that I still
remembered how, before I made my first adjustment to the scope
after checking the ballistics table for the ammo. The next round
was closer to where I'd been aiming; another adjustment, and the
fourth was *almost* on the money. A last tweak and the fifth
round was right on target. The two after that were *almost* as
good.

I cleared the weapon, then pulled my hearing protectors off
before standing up. The Lieutenant stared downrange for a few
seconds before looking at me and saying "Yeah, I think you can
help", a touch of awe in his voice.

Kneeling down, I put the rifle back in its case, then the box of
ammo I'd been using in a small compartment apparently meant for
that purpose. I closed the case, latched it, and stood up with it
in my hand. The Lieutenant said "The officer that brought you
here will get you to your next stop. I'd say `good luck', but I
don't think you'll need it."

I smiled and shook his hand before turning and heading for the
car that had brought me. Once inside, and on our way again, Erika
turned to look at me before saying "When Muddy told us about that
shot you took, I thought maybe he was pulling our leg - at least,
a little. But now I believe him!"

I answered her by saying "I'm pushing it, with this weapon and
this ammo. The only way I was able to do that was because these
folks took the time to do it *right*, and are only using the best
equipment they can get. If I had the weapon now that I'd had
then, I'd be a lot more sure of what I was doing."

A few minutes later, we pulled up to where a small army of cops
and FBI were bunched around a SWAT van. The car we were in had
barely stopped before I saw Amy heading for us. When I got out of
the car, Amy looked at us expectantly, and it was Erika that told
her "He can do it."

Amy nodded, and led me over to where the head of the SWAT team
was sitting on the rear bumper of their van. He stood up when we
got close, and stuck his hand out saying "Mr. Andrews, I trust."

"Just call me Dan..."

"Lieutenant Hampton, sir. Meyers let me know on the radio that
you were on the way - and how you did. I gotta tell you, sir,
that was some kinda shooting. If you'll come this way, we've got
some gear for you."

Inside the van, they had pants and a shirt waiting for me, as
well as a heavier bulletproof vest than the one I was wearing. As
I dressed, they let me know that they'd gotten nearly all the
hostages out - though he still had a girl in the room with him.
They also provided me with a cap, binoculars, radios, and
lightweight gloves, explaining "We've found that the gloves
protect your hands as you're getting into position, but they're
light enough not to interfere with your shooting." It had been a
number of years since I'd done anything like this, and was
perfectly willing to learn what they had to tell me.

Once they were satisfied that I was properly outfitted, one of
their men led the way to where their other sniper had set up. My
guide offered to carry the rifle case, but wasn't offended when I
declined.

When I was in position and situated, the SWAT sniper told me
"Damn glad to see you, sir. I could hit the hell out of him from
here, but I don't *know* that I could take him out on the first
shot. They said you used to be a sniper? In Army SpecialForces?"

"Yeah, but that was a while ago. That's why I was a little late
getting to this shindig - I wanted to make sure I still had it
before I climbed all the way up here."

"No problem, sir. Sounds like you were doin' what I was, from the
other direction."

With that, he handed me a pair of binoculars with a laser ranging
system built in to them. As I put them to my eyes, he told me "I
made it at seven seventeen yards. If you'll just push the little
button under your right forefinger, you'll see the range
displayed for wherever the crosshairs are at."

Looking through the binoculars, I could easily see through a
window, and into the room where the dealer was pacing around. I
followed the SWAT man's instructions, and got the same range
distance he'd told me.

Something started niggling at the back of my mind, and a few
seconds later, came out where I could look at it. Peering through
the binoculars again, I put the crosshairs on the side of the
building, and wasn't surprised when I got the same reading of 717
yards. Looking back into the room where the dealer was, I did
some guesstimating, and figured he was a good five yards inside
the window - for a total distance of seven hundred and TWENTY TWO
yards to target. I handed the binoculars back to the SWAT guy,
and said "Take a range reading on the side of the building, would
you?"

He did, and I heard a muffled "SHIT!".

At that distance, there would be a distinct difference in the
bullet trajectory. Something that was easy enough to compensate
for, as long as you knew it was there in the first place.

"Now take a look inside again, and tell me how far inside the
room you think he is."

He did as I asked, and told me "It looks like fourteen, fifteen
feet."

Setting the ranging binoculars aside, I heard him softly ask "How
the HELL did I miss that?"

"Take it easy on yourself, pal. We're so close to being
straight-on to that place that the window is acting like a mirror
to the laser. A few feet to one side or the other, and it
wouldn't have mattered. If it's any help, it almost got by me,
too."

That seemed to comfort him, a little, and I opened the rifle case
and got the weapon out. I loaded it again, then checked the
ballistics table for that particular ammo, rifle, and range -
that five extra yards meant that I'd have to aim a good four
inches higher.

After making the necessary adjustment to the scope, I looked
through it and saw that I had a nice, clear view into the room.
Inside, he had all the lights on, so I had an easy time making
out the details.

Satisfied that I had a shot to make, I radioed down to ask if
there was anything special about the glass - was it supposed to
be bulletproof, or a special plastic or something? A few seconds
later, they let me know that the building maintenance man had
told them it was ordinary off-the-shelf glass.

I checked the room through the scope again, a little closer,
before radioing down and asking "Okay, I've got a good view
inside, and he's not moving around enough to make any trouble.
Any luck with your negotiator?"

"Not even a little bit" was the reply.

"Do you want him alive, or not?"

"We'd prefer alive, if we can."

I thought that over for a bit, and asked "You mind if I see if
there's anything I can say to him? I'd just as soon not have to
shoot him, if I don't have to."

"You might as well - he just told the negotiator to fuck off and
hung up on us. Give us a couple seconds, and we'll patch you
through."

As promised, it was only a few seconds before I heard someone say
"Okay, you're connected. We'll be listening in."

The next thing I heard was the sound of a phone ringing, as
though I was on a telephone. Looking through my scope, I saw him
move to the phone inside the room.

A second later, I heard/watched as he answered "Yeah, what the
fuck you want?"

"Hello, dickhead. You looking to die today?"

"Who the fuck is this?!"

"This is the guy that's been shitting in your cornflakes from the
day I got into town."

"YOU?! You that guy the Feebies brought in?"

"That's right, dickhead. And if you didn't already know, you're
surrounded by every cop, FBI agent, Boy Scout, Girl Scout, and
school crossing guard they could lay hands on. You got no place
left to go."

"The fuck I don't! Anybody fucks with me, the bitch in here gets
it!"

"Ah, now, you see, that's where you're fucking up."

"Fucking up? How?!"

"It's pretty simple, shithead. You cap the girl, and the whole
world falls in on you. As far as I'm concerned, anybody in there
with you is just as fucked up as you are, so it doesn't mean shit
to me WHO you cap - the first time we hear a gunshot, you're
gonna find yourself *so* fucked."

"You ain't scaring me!"

I let him hear me laugh before I told him "I don't give a rat's
ass if you're scared, or not. The only thing I care about is
getting the fuck out of here. I've already done what they're
paying me for, so I'd just as soon go home and suck down a couple
beers. But I really can't do that as long as you're in there
fucking around. So here's the deal: I'm here to see to it that
you leave that room. Whether you leave it vertical or horizontal
don't mean shit to me - all I gotta worry about is making you
leave. Now, me personally, I'm tired of fucking around with you.
But the cops and FBI and such, they want to give you a chance to
walk out, so that's what I'm offering you."

"Why should I believe you can do anything? How do I know you're
not just bullshitting me?"

"I'm not, but that's okay. You know that suck-ass picture you've
got of the dogs playing cards?"

"Yeah?"

"You see the bulldog? And the card he's got under the table?"

"Yeah"

"Watch that card."

"Why?"

My answer was to put a bullet through it. In my ear I could hear
a "SHIT!" as I watched him jump. In the background, I could hear
the girl scream.

"You there, shithead?"

I could see/hear him shaking when he answered "Yeah, I'm here,
motherfucker. What the fuck you doin', man?"

"Just showing you that your ass is mine, any time I want you,
with no bullshit. Now, how do you leave that dump? Head up, or
feet first?"

Through the scope, I could see him looking at the hole I'd shot,
then out the window as he tried to figure out where I was, then
back to the picture.

Several seconds went by before I heard him say "Okay, man, I give
up."

"That was a VERY good choice, shithead. Now, make sure the door
is unlocked, and walk to the middle of the wall where the picture
is. When you get there, hold VERY still, so I don't think you're
going to do anything stupid - that way, I won't have to shoot
your dumb ass, okay?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"And remember, shithead - until they get the cuffs on you, if I
shoot you, it's because you were resisting arrest."

"Yeah, I got it, motherfucker", he answered, his voice was still
shaking.

"Good. Now put the phone down, and do like you were told."

Through the scope, I watched as he put the phone down and walked
over to the door. There, he seemed to hesitate - I could almost
*hear* him thinking about making a break for it - before he got
his senses back, did something to the doorknob, then unhooked the
chain and walked over to face the dog picture. When he was there,
I said into the radio "He's waiting for whoever wants him."

After that, I heard a number of commands issued as I continued to
keep an eye on him through the rifle scope. Less than a minute
later, I watched as the door opened, and several officers moved
in to cuff him. When he was secured, one of them turned to the
window and gave a little wave to let me know everything wasokay.

The SWAT guy next to me sat up, and told me "That was the best
shooting I've ever seen in my life. How the hell can you *do*
that?"

I just gave him a smile, and said "Put enough rounds through
targets, and sooner or later you get the hang of it" as I
unloaded the rifle and put it back in its case, followed by the
box of ammo. I stood up and waited as the SWAT guy put away his
weapon and collected his gear, then followed him back to the SWAT
van, where Amy was waiting for me.

I stepped inside the van, and unloaded all the gear they'd fixed
me up with while Amy watched. When I was done, I stepped back
outside, and managed to flag down Lieutenant Hampton. When he was
close enough, I asked what he wanted to do about the rifle I'd
used. He grinned, and said "My first reaction is to have it
bronzed - that was one HELL of a shot. But Weber would just pitch
a fit, so I guess we'll just take it off your hands so we can use
again if we have to."

He signaled one of the SWAT team to take it from me, then turned
to tell Amy "Amy? Thanks - this turned out a whole shitload
better than any of us had any reason to hope it would."

"My pleasure, Frank", Amy answered.

He turned back to me and stuck his hand out; I took it, and we
shook before he told me "And a special thanks to you, Mr.
Andrews. Amy told us how all this started, so it looks like we
owe you a couple of times."

We headed for Amy's car - accompanied by a handful of agents -
and Amy told us "That was the last one - and only because of the
trouble he caused. Now it's back to see how the other offices
did."

As we left, I saw that we had a couple of cars of agents keeping
us company. I asked Amy about it, and she said "Don't worry, Dan.
I'm just playing it safe. I don't think there's anyone LEFT to
give you any trouble!", with a laugh.

Back at the office, with Erika on my heels, I immediately headed
for the lounge where I'd left Lucy and the girls. Along the way,
and agent stopped me, and let me know that they'd decided to wait
in my office. I changed course, and found them there, waiting for
me. Lucy looked at me questioningly, and I told her "Everything's
fine. The bad guy decided he'd rather give up" - which caused
Lucy to sigh in relief.

About that time, Abby showed up, but Erika quickly intercepted
her, and the two of them left the four of us alone.

It was perhaps a half hour later when Amy and Tom came in,
followed by Erika and Abby, all four of them grinning like
Cheshire cats. I looked at Amy quizzically, and she told me "I
just got off the phone with the last Bureau office - we got ALL
of them, every last one of the bastards! We got drugs, we got
money, we got guns, we got computers, we got all KINDS of stuff.
I'm going to have paperwork out the ass on this one, and you know
what? I don't mind it a _damn bit_!"

All of us laughed at her last statement before she added "And
Dan, I wouldn't be the slightest bit surprised if they put a
statue of you up at headquarters."

At that, Lucy and the girls bunched up around me to give me a
round of hugs and kisses before Amy told us "I need you to stick
around for another couple of days, Dan, but after that, you're
more than welcome to go home - with our thanks and our gratitude.
You probably know the drill from there - there's going to be
lawyer stuff out the wazoo on this case, but all your time and
expenses will be covered by the Bureau. You've done a helluva job
for us on this, and we're going to do everything we can to make
the rest of this as easy as possible for you - depositions and
all that crap will be done through the Bureau office at home."

I smiled, and said "Thanks, Amy."

"No, it's the Bureau thanking _you_, Dan - you made all this
possible."

Behind her, Abby, Erika, and Tom were all nodding their
agreement.

Amy went on to say "I'm going to have to stay for a while to deal
with some of the paperwork on this, so I'm going to be getting
home late. But tomorrow night, we are going to celebrate!"

There, I spoke up, saying "If anyone's of a mind to, I think I
*might* be able to weasel us a table a Muddy's place."

They all laughed again before Abby and Erika said "Deal!", almost
in unison.

With that, Amy and Tom left to tend to some errand or other; Abby
and Erika teamed up to take care of something else, leaving me
with Lucy and the girls.

While the three of them sat there and grinned at me, I got on the
phone and put a call in to Muddy. It was only a few seconds
before I heard him answer, and told him that Lucy and the girls
were with me, and that we and the FBI people he'd met wanted to
do a little celebrating the next evening. He assured me that he
could find space for us, and asked what the event was. I just
told him that I expected he'd hear about it before too long. A
couple sends went by, and he asked if it had anything to do with
why I was in town, and I couldn't help laughing and telling him
"Roger that. Let's just say mission accomplished."

I heard him laugh, and say "Well, Boomer, that *is* something to
celebrate. You folks come on out here about 7:00 tomorrow night,
and I'll fix you up just _fine_."

"And Muddy? This one you don't get to cover."

"Like hell."

"Like hell right back at you. If you don't let me take care of
it, I'm not coming."

He paused a few seconds and said "All right, we'll talk about
it."

"Fine, we can talk till our jaws fall off - as long as I pay."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You just get out here, and we'll work it out
when you get here."

I knew I'd still have a fight with him about it, but figured if
he was willing to at least talk about it, I might have a chance.
I told him "Okay, Muddy; we'll see you at seven, then."

With that, the conversation ended.

Lucy, the girls, and I spent the next couple of hours figuring
out what all we'd have to do once we got back home. We'd pretty
much run out of things when Abby and Erika showed up, letting us
know that we could go `home' - that is, back to Abby's place.
When Amy was done in the office, she and Tom would stop by to
pick up whoever wanted to stay at their place that night.

We got to Abby's place just in time to catch the network evening
news - and none of us was the slightest bit surprised when the
Cartelita case turned out to be the major story. All of us let
out a soft cheer when we saw Amy being interviewed, and applauded
when she was done. Lucy looked over at me, and we shared a smile:
Amy had been considerate enough to NOT mention my involvement in
the operation.

Next was the local news, and their coverage was a little more
extensive, since it included not just the national raid, but the
local ones as well. Amy showed up for another interview, and she
again chose not to make any mention of me. The only mention I got
was when the reporter told the audience "A possible tragedy was
averted when one of the dealers surrendered after a warning shot
by a SWAT sniper." At that, Abby and Erika turned to applaud ME
while Lucy hugged my arm; when Robyn and Sandra looked at me,
then her, she nodded to them to confirm that that was what I'd
been called away for.

Supper was delivered Chinese food - with notice to our protective
detail.

It was closing in on 8:00 before we heard a knock at the door;
all of us knew it could only be Amy, since the detail around us
had let whoever it was get that close.

When she and Tom came in, we could all see that she was almost
exhausted; Abby left us long enough to fix something to drink for
both of them - and from the look of them when she brought them
out, they were *strong* drinks.

Amy and Tom both thanked her, then again after they'd each taken
a sip.

Amy looked at all of us and said "That's the part of my job that
I really don't care for - but in this case, I'm damn glad of the
reason I have to do it. Sometimes, I think if we could just dump
all the _paperwork_ on the crooks, we'd have them surrendering to
us just to get away from it!" - making all of us laugh.

When she and Tom had both had some time to unwind from the day,
we made arrangements for who was sleeping where that night. We
finally settled on the girls going with Amy, so Lucy and I could
stay together that night. By the time we got everything settled,
Amy and Tom had both finished their drinks, and the four of them
left.

The rest of the evening, Lucy and I cuddled in the recliner while
Erika and Abby did the same on the couch.

-----

The next day was pretty easy for most of us; the glaring
exception, of course, was Amy. But Abby and Erika chipped in to
help her whenever and however they could, so it wasn't as bad as
it could have been. To the surprise of Lucy and me, the girls
expressed an interest in getting some `practice time' in on self
defense and the pistol range; Amy didn't hesitate to okay it.
When we asked them about it, Robyn told us "That self-defense
stuff seems like a pretty good idea, anyway, for after all this
is over". To that, Sandra added that they been a little scared at
first, but decided that they actually *liked* shooting - it
wasn't something that required a lot of muscle, and wasn't as
easy as it looked.

About mid-afternoon, Amy stopped by my office to let me know how
much of what had been collected in all the raids across the
country. Lucy was with me, and she gasped when Amy announced "So
far, we've recovered over fifty tons of marijuana, almost eight
tons of cocaine in different forms, several hundred pounds of
various kinds of heroin, half a ton of explosives, well over a
thousand automatic weapons, easily three times that number of
handguns, a couple hundred assorted cars and trucks, three
planes, a helicopter, seven houses, an even dozen boats, and
exactly ONE armored car."

Seeing the look of utter awe on Lucy's face, she went on to say
"On top of all that, we've seized well over a hundred and fifty
million dollars. There's so much of it, they're *weighing* it to
get a first, rough, estimate."

Looking over at me, Amy said "And we also got a *lot* of
computers. Most of them weren't encrypted, but a few were.
Headquarters is already walking the local offices through how to
break the encryption, so we're expecting to have even more to add
to the list. We're kicking some serious dealer butt, here, and
we're going to get some more."

I told Amy "I didn't get a chance to tell you before, but thanks
for keeping my name out of the news last night."

"Dan, you and Lucy and the girls have had MORE than enough
trouble with this case - you've earned way beyond the pittance
the Bureau is paying you for this job. I'm not going to add to
your troubles by putting the spotlight on you - and there isn't
an agent in this office that would; particularly not after what
happened to Sandra's parents, and them getting to know what kind
of person she is. Some of them have already told me that they've
been approached by the media, and every last one of them has told
the person to check with our Public Affairs office, or if the
newsie got obnoxious, told them to go to hell. None of the other
Bureau offices know who you are, and I already sent word to
headquarters to remind them that you have a life you'd like to
get back to. Clara _enthusiastically_ seconded it, and I've
gotten a promise that no one there will mention you, either."

Amy brightened up a bit, and told us "One good thing came out of
this. I'm hearing that all the judges on the case are denying
bail. They're saying the fact that the files that led to all the
arrests were encrypted tells them that it was all part of a
conscious, deliberate conspiracy, and they're not taking any
chances that somebody might decide to rabbit on us. The lawyers
are pitching a fit, but it's not doing them the slightest bit of
good. That's going to be _another_ reason for the dopers not to
try this again."

Lucy and I both smiled at the news, and Amy excused herself so
she could get back to her paperwork.

A bit later, Lucy and I went in search of the girls. One of the
agents told us that we could find them on the pistol range. When
we got there, we could see the instructor watching as they each
went through a magazine of ammo in what sounded like nine
millimeter pistols. When they'd finished, and taken off their
hearing protection and safety glasses, Lucy and I moved closer to
them. The instructor told us "They're both doing pretty good -
`specially for youngsters. They've made a lot of progress since
the first time I saw `em, and both of `em are paying attention to
safety. I wish some of the other folks in this building listened
as good as them."

Both of them blushed slightly at the compliments, and looked
pleased when they saw Lucy's and my approval.

I asked if the girls were about ready to leave, and they said
they were; the instructor told them to go ahead, that he'd take
care of cleaning the weapons. All of us were pleased to see that
both girls turned back to make sure the pistols they'd been
firing had the magazines removed and had the slides locked back
before thanking the instructor for his time. He assured them that
he'd been happy to help, and gave me and Lucy a pleased smile
before we left.

We'd been back in my office for only a few minutes when Abby and
Erika showed up, ready to call it a day.

When we got to Muddy's place that evening, we found that he'd set
a small room aside for us - and had taken it upon himself to feed
our protective detail along the way.

Supper was roast beef, potatoes, salads, fresh green beans and
baby carrots, all topped off with chocolate mousse. By the time
we'd all finished eating, I doubt there was a one of us that
could have fought off a kitten, we were so stuffed. All during
the meal, we'd had young Ricky and a small platoon of service
people tending to our every need, and frequent visits from Muddy
to make sure everything was going properly - that is, perfectly.

We were working on our second cup of after-dinner coffee when
Muddy finally stopped in long enough to really talk with us -
starting off by offering all of us congratulations on the
successful conclusion to the case we'd been working on. All of us
sat around for maybe half an hour just chatting when Amy turned
to him and said "You know, Muddy, we had an interesting thing
happening the last few weeks. It seems somebody was doing a
number on the dealers we have - had! - here in town. Taking their
cash, trashing their dope, and scaring them so bad, they were
*confessing* when the cops found them chained up so they couldn't
run away."

Muddy just looked at her levelly, and said "Really? That's right
interesting, there, Amy. Sounds like you maybe had a citizen
decide he didn't much care or those kind of folks and decided to
offer a little direct assistance."

Amy just looked him in the eye and said "Yeah, that's true enough
- but what they were doing was against the law. If we catch them,
we're going to have to put them away."

Muddy matched her gaze, and answered "Why, I `spect you would.
But with you all catching so many dealers and such, I wouldn't be
surprised if that citizen figured you didn't need the help any
more. Wouldn't much matter, then, would it, seeing as how it all
came out okay."

With that, Amy gave up, and told him "Yeah, I suppose it doesn't
matter that much, now. But I'd sure hate to see something like
that happen again - taking care of dopers and such is what the
cops and FBI and such are for. I'd sure hate to see a
good-spirited citizen like that get into trouble for trying to
help, even if maybe it was needed - they were just going at it
against the law, and that's what us law enforcement types have to
go by."

Muddy just answered "Yeah, I can understand your point; and it
sounds like you can understand where that citizen must have been
comin' from. I guess it's a good thing it's all over, isn't it?"

After that, Muddy looked around and saw how serious everyone had
gotten, and asked "Did I ever tell you all about the time me and
Boomer here...", and went on to tell them a story from our Army
days. By the time he finished, he had all of us laughing -
including the staff.

A couple minutes later, I had the chance to speak quietly with
Muddy. After more than a little arguing and fussing, finally
convinced him to let me start paying for my meals by pointing out
"Now, whoever it was that was messing up those drug dealers, he
was sure helping make things tough on them. We found out that all
the drugs he was destroying was forcing the dealers here in town
to make more and bigger buys - which made it that much easier to
bust the assholes in the rest of the country. I'd like to think
that what he did was as much a favor to me and what I might have
done for you; so I'm saying that it's all balanced out, now."

After some thought, Muddy decided that that was acceptable, but
insisted "But the meals for those FBI people out there are still
on me tonight - it's my way of celebratin' with you!"

I agreed, and that settled the matter. A few minutes later, I was
discretely brought the check. I added a tip for the staff, handed
over a credit card, and away it went. When it came back, my copy
of the receipt showed that they'd scratched out my tip, taking
the bill back down to cover just the meal.

After we left Muddy's, Abby and the rest of us staying at her
place stopped off to change clothes before going over to Amy's.
Once there, Amy had a few announcements to make.

"Abby, I've got some good news for you. You've been doing such a
good here that headquarters has decided to approve your request
for special training - as soon as the Cartelita trials are over,
you're off to Headquarters for training as a Protective Detail
agent."

Abby's face went through a half dozen changes before she let out
a loud cry of pleasure - she'd told me once that she thought the
protective detail was a clear example of what the FBI was all
about, and had applied three times to enter the program.

After all of us had hugged and kissed her in congratulations, Amy
told us "I was also told today that Tom and I are to be
reassigned to Washington, where Tom will be heading Counter
Espionage while I take over the Narcotics desk."

Another round of hugs and kisses ensued before Amy finished by
saying "And a little bird told me that Erika is going to be asked
to write a report on what she's learned from Dan, and being down
here during all of this - and make recommendations for what
changes need to be made to agent training. The *good* news is
that after all that's happened on this case, it is highly
probable that her recommendations are going to be accepted -
meaning that our agents are going to be a HELL of a lot more
ready for what they're likely to run into once they hit the
streets."

Erika answered "It's about time! I've been trying to get those
muttonheads to listen to me for three years!", making us all
laugh before offering her our condolences (for having to write
the report) and congratulations (for finally getting to make the
changes she wanted).

Amy's last announcement was the best of all: "Finally, I told
people at work not to expect us in before noon tomorrow, so we've
got plenty of time to celebrate tonight."

All of us cheered, and laughed, and started talking at once.
After a bit, Amy and Tom went into the kitchen, reappearing a
couple minutes later with a bottle of champagne and glasses.
Handing me the bottle, Amy said "Dan, since you made all this
possible, you get the honor of opening this."

I thanked her, and after removing the tie and foil, carefully
worked the cork out so that it didn't go bouncing around her
living room and hurt someone. I poured glasses for everyone -
including the girls - and Amy offered the first toast: "To Dan!",
embarrassing the hell out of me.

"To Dan!" everyone else cheered, and we were off...

For the rest of the evening, we celebrated. When the champagne
was empty (it didn't take long, what with eight of us drinking),
we switched over to mixed drinks for the rest of us, and a beer
each to Sandra and Robyn.

It was getting toward dawn before we had all managed to blow of
the accumulated stress and exorcised our good spirits. We were
all sitting around talking about our plans when Amy moved over to
where Abby was sitting, and I heard her say "Abby, your immediate
future with the Bureau has been settled. In a few months, you'll
be leaving us, and I won't be your supervisor any more. That
being the case, there's something I'd like to ask you."

"What's that?" Abby asked, curious.

"Would you be interested in spending some, uh, personal time with
me and Tom?"

 From the expression on Abby's face, I knew the question had not
merely come from way out in left field, but from completely out
of the ballpark. She sat there for a few seconds before she got
her wits back enough to answer "I... I'd be delighted, Amy. And
Tom."

Amy smiled, and leaned over to kiss her - with Tom doing the same
when they were done. We all saw them leave, of course; but when
they turned to wish us a good night, all we did was wish them
one, as well.

A while later, the rest of us decided that it was time to call it
a night, as well. Erika looked a bit uncertain about what to do,
so I settled any questions she might have by saying "Erika, if
you want to spend the night with the two ragamuffins here" -
earning myself a pair of indignant looks before they realized I
was teasing them - "I think Lucy and I can manage. Besides, I
think they've got something planned for Abby tomorrow night."

Erika looked at them, and they nodded their willingness. She
smiled at all of us, and agreed. Robyn and Sandra each took one
of her hands, and led her into Amy's other bedroom. That left me
and Lucy, and together, we got the sofa converted into a bed, as
Amy had done for the girls the last time we'd all stayed with
her.

-----

Late (!!) the next morning, I woke up to the smell of fresh
coffee - and when I opened my eyes, I discovered a naked Robyn
holding a cup of it near my face. I managed to sit up, and saw
that and equally nude Sandra was doing the same thing to Lucy -
who soon matched my position. When both of us were ready, we were
handed our cups before the girls headed back into the kitchen.

They came out a minute later, Robyn holding two cups of coffee
while Sandra had one, and explained to us "We were the first ones
up, so we went ahead and made some coffee for everyone. It's
*almost* noon, so we thought everyone might want to get up, since
Amy said you could all go in late, not stay home and playhooky."

I agreed that was probably a good idea, and they continued on
their way, aiming for Amy and Tom's room. I heard them quietly
open the door, then close it again a bit later, before softly
giggling. As they passed through the living room, Lucy asked
"What was so funny?"

They looked at each other and giggled again before Sandra told us
"You should *see* them in there - they look like a pile of
pretzels!"

Lucy and I just smiled, and the girls continued on their mission
of mercy.

It was a bit longer before they came through the living room
again, but when I heard the coffee maker start hissing and
burbling, I realized they'd started another pot of coffee.

When I was about halfway through my coffee, I finally felt able
to move, and got up long enough to at least put on my underwear.
A moment later, Lucy followed my example - putting on panties,
but not bothering with a bra.

As soon as we finished our coffee, Lucy and I headed into the
kitchen for a refill. While we were there, Lucy looked around and
found an insulated carafe. We refilled our cups, then poured the
rest into the carafe, and started another pot - figuring that if
the others felt anything like we did, they'd need as much coffee
as we did.

We'd barely gotten back into the living room and converted the
bed back into a couch when Erika and the girls came out - having
only put on panties, as Lucy had done. Robyn guided Erika to a
chair across from Lucy and me, while Sandra carried their cups
into the kitchen. A bit later, we heard the coffeemaker kick in
again before Sandra came out with their coffee cups. When she sat
down, Sandra told us "I filled the carafe the rest of the way,
and started another pot."

We were all about halfway through our second cup when Amy, Tom,
and Abby finally made their appearance. When they did, Robyn and
Sandra got up and told them "You guys go ahead and sit down -
we'll bring some more coffee." They all thanked the two of them,
and came into the living room. Lucy and I got up and moved to a
chair, Lucy on my lap, so the three of them would have room on
the couch. They'd barely sat down when Sandra came in with the
coffee carafe, and topped everyone's cup before heading back into
the kitchen.

"Who made the coffee and left it for us?" Tom asked.

Lucy grinned, and answered "Who else in this place is energetic
and awake enough to do it?"

"Damn kids", Amy jokingly complained, making the rest of us
laugh.

We all sat there quietly drinking our coffee for a while before
Abby hesitantly asked "Do I smell... food?"

The rest of us sniffed the air, and I told her "Smells like it to
me. They're in there making breakfast for all of us, is my
guess."

Amy started to get up, and Tom put his hand on her arm, saying
"Forget it. If you're feeling the way *I* am, you're in no shape
to argue with them and win."

"Damn kids" Amy grumped again, to another round of laughter.

A while later, the girls came out with plates and a tray of food
for all of us - scrambled eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, toast, and
orange juice. After they'd set everything down, Robyn told us
"When that's gone, there's more in the oven, keeping warm."
Sandra topped off everyone's coffee, and the two of them sat down
to join the rest of us for breakfast.

I'd had my doubts that we were going to be able to eat everything
the girls had brought out - but once I got a few bites in me, I
realized how hungry I was. The others must have felt the same
way, because we managed to clean off the tray they'd brought out
- and the rest of it, as well.

The girls had collected all the dishes - careful to leave the
cups - and were in the kitchen cleaning up when Abby turned to
Lucy and me and asked "Do you ever get, well, frustrated at
them?"

Lucy and I looked at each other, and then laughed before Lucy
told her "Sometimes - but not often. Usually it's because one or
both of them is doing something perfectly normal: being a teenage
girl. Wanting to go to the mall or hang out with their friends
when they've got homework they don't want to do, letting their
rooms get too messy, that kind of stuff. Then they go and do
something like this morning, and you realize that they're turning
into the kind of people that you'd like them to be, and it's all
right again. You love them, always, no matter HOW crazy they make
you sometimes."

When Lucy finished, I added "Sure, sometimes they get carried
away with something, or go too far - but it's never deliberate,
or out of maliciousness; it's just their youth and enthusiasm.
Yeah, sometimes that same youth and energy get on my nerves - but
I'd rather have them making mistakes than not trying at all, so I
live with it. And like Lucy said, I always love them, no matter
what."

Lucy finished it by saying "They're good kids, both of them. You
can put up with a *lot* of little mistakes when you know they're
not making big ones, and staying out of trouble."

At that, all of them nodded their heads in agreement.

We heard Amy's dishwasher start, and Sandra came in with the
coffee pot to ask if we needed any more coffee. Amy told her
"Yeah, I think I could manage another cup while I get ready to go
to - ugh! - work."

The rest of us allowed that that was probably a good idea, and
Sandra topped off everyone's cup again before going back into the
kitchen. A few moments later, she and Robyn came out and sat down
with us again.

Tom said "Since we've only got the one bathroom, it's probably
best if Amy and I clean up first, since we're the ones that
actually have work to do. If whoever has clothes here wants to go
next, we can all go in together."

We all nodded, and Amy added "Abby and Erika, I don't think
there's much for you to do, so if you don't want to come in,
that's fine. Dan, same thing for you, only double - unless
there's something REALLY SPECIAL that needs your attention, let
it go and take the day off. God knows, you've earned it."

"Thanks, Amy, I think I will" I replied.

"Good. Now, I'll give all of you FIFTEEN minutes bathroom
privileges before Tom and I have to take a shower!"

We all laughed - but didn't take the risk, each of us getting a
turn while the rest got dressed and ready for the day.

After they were dressed, Tom told us "You're all welcome to stay
for as long as you want, of course - but we'll understand if you
want to go back to Abby's, too." We thanked them, and said
goodbye to them as they went out the door.

It was mid afternoon when Abby finally said "I think I'm about
ready to go home. Who's going with me?"

We all looked around at each other, and Erika finally said "It
looks like we all are!"

Abby got an unhappy look on her face, and said "That part is fine
- but there's no way all of us are going to fit in my car! How
are we going to get all of us to my place without leaving
somebody alone that shouldn't be? Even with the detail around
you, Amy would skin me or Erika alive if we did that."

It was Erika that came up with a solution: "You take two of them
and somebody from the detail; the person from the detail brings
back my car, and I bring the rest. With me or Dan here, I don't
think Amy would mind one of them helping us like that..."

Abby thought the suggestion over for a few moments and said
"Yeah, that would work. Okay, who wants to ride with me, and who
wants to wait?"

I didn't mind either way, so I let Lucy and the girls settle it.
They finally settled on Robyn and Sandra going with Abby, leaving
me and Lucy to ride with Erika.

With the details worked out, Abby went outside to talk to the
head of the protective detail. A few minutes later, we heard a
knock at the door, and Erika answered it, then let Abby back in.

"They're fine with the idea, and I've got someone outside
waiting. You two young gangbusters ready?"

Both of them laughed, and said they were.

"Then let's get this show on the road!" Abby exclaimed, and they
quickly moved to follow her outside.

While we waited, Erika called the office, and let Amy and Tom
know what we'd decided to do. While we had the chance, we all
thanked them again for their hospitality, and said we'd see them
the next day.

A little while later, there was a knock at the door, and Erika
answered it with me backing her up. It was one of the protective
detail people telling her that her car was there, whenever we
were ready to leave. Erika told him it would be just a couple
minutes, and he readily agreed. All of us quickly gathered up
anything that we thought we might need at Abby's, then followed
Erika outside - carefully making sure we locked Amy's place
behind us.

The drive was fast and easy enough, though Lucy proved she'd been
paying attention to the classes she'd taken by pointing out the
three cars of agents keeping us company. Erika just smiled and
told her she was doing just fine.

Once at Abby's we spent the rest of the afternoon and evening
quietly. Supper was late, and simple.

When it came time for bed, none of us had to question where we'd
be sleeping. Robyn and Sandra didn't hesitate to take Abby's
hands and walk with her to her bedroom; Lucy and I did the same
with Erika.

Once in the bedroom, Lucy and I teamed up to undress Erika, who
then joined each of us in undressing the other. When we were all
naked, we climbed into bed, Lucy and me bracketing Erika. For the
next couple of hours, we all made love to each other, rested, and
made love some more. By the time we were done, all of us were
thoroughly drained and relaxed. With their greater capacity for
multiple climaxes, Erika and Lucy were both nearly exhausted, so
I went into the bathroom and got some things, then cleaned them
off before doing the same for myself. That accomplished, I
climbed back into bed with them, where Lucy spooned against
Erika's front, and I covered the back.

-----

I woke up before the others the next morning, and went downstairs
to get the coffee started - only to find that Abby was already
there, and had beaten me to it. We both sat down at the table to
wait for it, and I told her "Well, I'm glad to see that the two
sex bombs didn't kill you last night."

Abby grinned, and said "No, they didn't kill me - though I
thought I'd died and gone to Heaven a few times! And to think,
the first time they were here, I thought they were such sweet
*innocent* things!"

I laughed, and said "Now you know better."

Abby laughed, too, and said "Boy, do I know better!"

When the coffee was ready, Abby got out the cups and a couple of
trays. We poured enough for all of us, emptying the pot, and she
started another.

I followed her upstairs - entranced by the way her ass cheeks
clenched as she moved - and went into the bedroom, where I set
the coffee where Lucy and Erika could smell it. It didn't take
long before the smell of it got to them, and both woke up. One
after the other, they turned to me and smiled good morning before
reaching for one of the cups. We all sat in bed long enough to
finish our coffee, then headed in for a shower. It was a bit
crowded, but we didn't mind.

Once we were dressed, we went downstairs, only to find no one
there. Lucy and Erika got me seated at the table, and went about
making pancakes and sausage for everyone.

A few minutes later, Abby and the girls made their way downstairs
- the girls with mischievous grins on their faces, and Abby
looking a bit flushed. It didn't take a genius to figure out that
they'd teamed up to give her another orgasm - or even two - since
the last time I'd seen her.

Over breakfast, we worked out our plans for the day. Erika told
us that if they wanted, she'd be happy to stay with Lucy and/or
the girls so they didn't have to go into the office if they
didn't want to. All three of them agreed, and thanked her.

Abby told me that there were still a few things that we needed to
take care of, but that they weren't major or very many, so we
weren't going to be very busy.

When breakfast was over, Lucy and the girls shooed me and Abby
off to the office.

There, as Abby had said, there was only a little bit of paperwork
for us to deal with. The first thing I did was go into The Room
and get my laptop disconnected from the dealer's machine, then
`wipe' the drive in it. When I was done, I took it back to my
office and had one of the tech people come by to verify that
there was *nothing* on it. That out of the way, I collected the
rest of my things and took them out to Abby's car.

About mid-morning, Tom stopped by to tell me that Amy had asked
him to let us know that everything was taken care of, and that
Lucy, the girls, and I could go ahead and go home whenever we
were ready.

I thanked him, and he went on to tell me that if I'd let them
know when I wanted to leave, they'd see to it that I got a
flight. He waited patiently while I called Lucy and gave her the
good news, and found out when she and the girls wanted to head
back. I wasn't particularly surprised when they said they were
ready to go as soon as possible.

When I got off the phone with Lucy, I told Tom what they'd said,
and he laughed before telling me "I can understand that. I'll got
you tickets for late tomorrow morning, okay?

I said that would be fine, and he left.

It was shortly before lunch when Abby and I finished up the last
of the paperwork. Amy came in and said "Good, I got here in time.
If you two are done, you're both free to take the rest of the day
off. There's no sense staying here when you could be somewhere
else. Dan, Tom told me when your flight is, and said to tell you
that the tickets will be waiting for you at the counter." After
giving me the details of the flight, she said "And of course, all
of us are going to be there to see you off."

"Thanks, Amy", I said.

She looked at me, and said "We got them, Dan. Every last one of
them - and yes, I heard about the guy that did Sandra's parents
turning himself in. I know you got a call from a couple of your
old Army buddies, and that there were two people chasing around
the underground back home. Like Muddy said, it's over now, so
there's really nothing to fuss about. I just hope nothing like
that happens again, okay?"

"I hope not, too, Amy."

"Good. Now go on, and get out of here. You've got a family
waiting for you."

I stood up and gave her a kiss before Abby and I headed out the
door. We hadn't gotten more than a few feet, though, when Amy
called me back. When I got there, she carefully slid my nameplate
out of it's holder by `my' office and handed it to me, saying
"You almost forgot this, Agent Andrews!"

I smiled and took it, kissed her again, and went back to where
Abby was smiling as she waited. On my way out the door, more than
a few agents stopped me to thank me, and wish me well; I did the
same in return.

Back at Abby's place, I told Lucy and the girls when we'd be
leaving. Since we'd brought all of our clothing and such with us
from Amy's, it was just a matter of packing everything except the
stuff we'd need the next day.

When we were done, I was sitting outside on Abby's patio,
drinking a beer, when Abby and Erika came out and sat down across
from me.

I waited patiently, and after a bit, Erika spoke up saying "Dan,
both of us wanted to make sure we had a chance to talk to you
alone before you left, and this seemed like a good time."

I raised an eyebrow, and she went on "When I came here, I thought
that all I was going to be doing was trying to get information
from you about how I could train our agents better, and watching
out for you. But that hasn't been the way it worked out. I've
learned more from you - and those incredible people you call your
family! - than I ever could have dreamed. Yes, I'm going back
with ideas and knowledge that's going to keep our people safe.
But I'm also going back knowing what it's like to *love*, and BE
loved. I've learned more about myself, and what kind of person I
am and want to be, in the last few weeks than I _ever_ have. And
I've got you to thank for it - you and Lucy and Robyn and Sandra.
With what I've learned about life from you, and them, and Amy and
Tom and Abby, I know that I'm ready to let people back into my
life. Who knows, maybe I'll even find a guy that's enough like
you that I want to keep him? But whatever happens, I'll know that
I have *friends*, and t!
hat I don't have to bury myself in my work to cover the emptiness
in my heart and my life - because now my heart and my life AREN'T
empty. As much as you've given of yourself to me, I know how
little it is of what's inside you - and God! How I envy Lucy and
those girls, and what they have of you! But I'm not *jealous of*
them - I love them, and know they love me, too much for such a
petty emotion. I came here thinking that you were only one kind
of person. But now that I've gotten to know you, and your family,
I realize just how much more there is to you - and I'm incredibly
happy that you've thought enough of me to share what's inside you
with me. Like Amy said the other day: `Thanks' isn't enough, but
it's all I've got."

Abby waited a few seconds, then told me "Like Erika said, I
thought your coming here would be a chance for me to learn
something. When you were here last time, I saw how much you did
to help us with that case, and I wanted to learn as much as I
could from you. But I got a whole *lot* more than I ever
expected. You've helped me discover stuff that I never even knew
existed, and gotten me started toward being a better person - the
kind of person I've always wanted to be. And now I know that I
_can_ be - and you've given me the courage to not settle for
anything less. Being with you, and getting to know Lucy and Robyn
and Sandra, I know what it means to have real *love* and a real
*relationship*. I was proud to be an FBI agent, but you helped me
understand WHY I was proud - and that just made me even prouder.
I know I still have a lot to learn, but I *want* to learn it, so
I can try to help people the way you do. I always enjoyed sex -
but you and Lucy and the girls and even Er!
ika and Amy have shown me what it means to be *loved*, and to
love someone back. You've done so much more for me than I've done
for you, I can't even begin to repay you."

By the time Abby finished, both of them were quietly crying as
they watched me.

I looked from one to the other, and told them "I'm glad to know
that my being here has been a good thing for you. I don't know
anything about whether or not you think you're better or worse
people than you were when I got here" - I had to hold a hand up
when both started to say something - "but if you think you're
better, then it's only because you were good people to start
with. If you think I've given you anything special, something
that you don't think you can pay me back for, then I'd ask you to
do something else: pass it along. Find people that you think are
pretty good to start with, and help them find the best that's
inside THEM. If you think I'm someone you want to be like, then
turn around and be that person for someone else. You're both
right - I, Lucy, and the girls all love you for who you *are*.
We're all going to be disappointed if we don't hear from you or
get to see you every now and then. I know Lucy would back me up
when I say that you're always welcome in !
our home - whether you're just passing through, or you have a
couple days or even weeks to spare. For me, it's been a pleasure
not only working with you, but knowing you - and I'm honored that
you would think of me and my family as your friends."

When I finished talking, we all got up and met at the end of the
table for a group hug, and to share a round of kisses. Both of
them were sniffling when we broke apart, and I told them "Oh,
come on now - this isn't the end of anything! It's the
_beginning_ of a new relationship, so don't be sad that we have
to leave. Be glad that we can get together again!"

That slightly mollified both of them, and they pulled themselves
together before we headed back inside.

-----

The next morning, Lucy, the girls, and I had a plenty of company
as we started our trip home. Amy had reduced our protection to a
half-dozen agents, and told us that the Bureau office at home
would be keeping a couple of agents on us until the trials were
all over. We'd also be getting more frequent drive-bys from our
local police department. When we got to the airport, one of the
agents with us went to the counter to get our tickets while the
rest of us waited off to the side, out of the way.

After he handed me our tickets, I thanked him, and he said "Thank
YOU, Mr. Andrews."

We made our way to the gate - bypassing the security checkpoints
with no problems - and were waiting in the gate area when I
remembered something I hadn't done yet. Reaching into my pocket,
I pulled out the folder with my FBI ID, and handed it to Amy,
saying "I'm thinking I don't need this any more, and giving it
back to you here seems somehow appropriate."

She looked down to what I was giving her, then gave me a big
smile and said "Yeah, it does seem appropriate, doesn't it?"
before taking it from me.

A little while later, our flight was called, and we all traded
hugs and kisses with each other before the four of us made our
way to the plane. There were plenty of damp eyes by the time we
got to the gate and started down the jet way.

The flight home was both a disappointment and a relief for all of
us - disappointing that we were leaving our new friends, and a
relief that the reason for those new friends was over.

There were a couple of Bureau agents looking for us when we
landed, and they escorted us through collecting our luggage, and
out to the car they had waiting for us.

Back inside the house, we were happy to find that Wacko the cat
and our dog Sunshine had both done just fine while we were gone.
Sunshine was ecstatic to see us, and even Wacko decided that she
was glad we were home, weaving between our angles and meowing her
greetings.

When we'd unpacked, I went over to the neighbor that had agreed
to check in on Wacko and Sunshine, and retrieve the mail they'd
collected for us. They were an older couple, and they'd been
horrified by what happened to Sandra's parents. They and we had
gotten to know each other fairly well, and the girls had teamed
up to help the woman find the miniature Schnauzer she doted on
when it escaped their back yard.

True to their word, the Bureau did everything they could to make
my participation in the assorted trials as easy as they could -
but I still had to go out of town a few times to testify at some
of the trials. Whenever that happened they would put a few
additional agents on the house and with Lucy and the girls, just
as a precaution.

There finally came the day, though, that we got a call from Amy,
telling us that the last of them had been sentenced, and the
whole thing was over. She said there would probably be appeals by
nearly all of them, but the cases had been so airtight and run so
cleanly that there wasn't a chance in hell of any of them getting
a retrial.

The week after Amy's call, I got another, from Clara Hawkes who
told me that the Director would like me to come to Washington so
he could thank me personally for my efforts. She said that he
knew I had a family, and that if I couldn't, he'd understand -
but he was inviting ALL of us, and that the Bureau would pay all
our expenses.

I talked it over with Lucy and the girls, and they said that we
should go. Clara was delighted when I agreed, and a week later
found all of us in Washington - where Amy and Abby were join us
in meeting the Director.

The meeting with the Director was surprisingly low-key: he met
all of us in his office, sitting with us for nearly half an hour
as Amy and Abby told him the story of what had happened. When
they were done, he turned to me and said "From the reports I got,
I knew that something special had happened there. But until
Agents Jones and O'Malley told me the story, I didn't really
understand HOW special. Mr. Andrews, even more than before, I
want to express my thanks to you - both personally, and for the
Bureau. I had planned to do this before, but now, I'm even
happier to be able to do it. The *cash* we seized from all these
operations totaled up to over a hundred and seventy-five million
dollars. I know that you were working for us for Agent's pay; I,
and a number of other people, don't think that's anywhere near
enough; so we're giving you a reward of ten percent of the money
we seized."

I could only blink as the others gasped at what he'd just said.
When I got my voice back, I told him "Director, I'm flattered at
the offer, but what I did was out of care and concern for my
country and my family. I've got more than enough money to last me
the rest of my life, with plenty left over for my kids. Agent
Jones lost an agent on this case, and another is only now getting
back to work. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask that the money
be used where it's needed more - some of it to the families of
those two agents, and the rest toward helping fund any changes in
your agent training that you might find necessary."

With that, it was the Directors turn to sit there and blink.
After a bit, he said "I can't believe I just heard someone turn
down a seventeen-and-a-half million dollar paycheck. But if
you're serious, Mr. Andrews" - "I am", I assured him - "then I
would be more than happy to see to it that the money is used as
you say. If you remember Agent Simpson?" - I nodded that I did -
"She has written a report for us, detailing some changes in agent
training that she would like to see. After reading her report, I
was inclined to approve her suggestions; when I heard what all
had happened on this case, that inclination grew even stronger.
But if you're willing to put what should be _your_ money toward
it, I'm damn well going to see that it happens. Your money won't
cover all the changes she wants to make, but when the rest of the
staff learns that you're ready to put that much money into it, I
don't doubt that we'll be able to find the necessary funding."

He turned to look at Lucy, and told her "This is some kind of man
you've got here, Mrs. Andrews."

Lucy smiled and said "Lucy, please - and yes, I know."

He smiled back, and said "Yes, I suppose you do."

He sat and chatted with all of us - including Robyn and Sandra,
which shook them up - for a while longer before telling us "One
of the reasons that I wanted to meet all of you is so that you
could all be together for a little surprise."

We all looked at each other, and he stood up, saying "If you'll
all come with me?" Of course, we all did, and followed him into
the next room, where a number of people were gathered. There, he
told us "It's not often that they let me do this, so it's a
particular pleasure in this case. Agent O'Malley, if you'll step
forward?"

Abby did as told, and was as surprised as the rest of us when the
Director read out, then awarded her, a citation for courage. When
she rejoined us, Amy told her "You earned it, Abby."

I was as surprised as the others when my name was called next,
and certificates were awarded to me, both as a Special Agent and
as a civilian. When he handed them to me, everyone in the room
applauded as he shook my hand.

All of us were stunned when he called Sandra up next. He took her
hands in his and told her "I know that you paid a great price for
Dan's participation in this case. I'm not going to trivialize
that cost by giving you any kind of certificate or award -
nothing can replace your parents, or compensate you for your
loss. But I want you to know this: you have the deepest
sympathies and greatest respect, not only from myself personally,
but the entire Federal Bureau of Investigation."

Sandra's eyes started to leak a little bit at that, but she
pulled herself together and thanked him. Around us, I could see
that hers weren't the only eyes with tears in them.

After that, the rest of the people in the room stopped by to give
Abby and me their congratulations, and to tell Sandra that they
were sorry for her loss. When it was over, the Director told me
"You've probably noticed that there weren't any photos taken, or
any media present. After what happened to Sandra's parents, we
don't want to add any more complications to your lives."

"Thank you, sir. We greatly appreciate it", I answered.

When he stuck his hand out, I shook it, and he told me "It's been
a genuine pleasure to meet you, Mr. Andrews. I'd like to talk
with you some more, but I *have* to leave now. Please, stay in
town for a while, and see the sights. All your hotel charges will
be billed to the Bureau, so don't hesitate to enjoy yourselves."

"It's been a pleasure meeting you, too, sir."

With that, he started making his way toward the door, pausing
along the way to say a few things to Lucy and the girls, as well
as Abby and Amy.

We did stay in Washington for a few days, seeing all the sights
we could - including a VERY personal tour of the FBI
headquarters. While we were in town, Erika managed to come up to
visit us a couple of times before we finally had to head back
home.

-----

The lawyers finally found the end of the legal maze, and I was
appointed Sandra's legal guardian only a few months after the end
of the Cartelita case. The same day we got notification of it, I
told my lawyer to start formal adoption proceedings. Sandra's
grandparents wholeheartedly supported it, so it went through
relatively quickly.

After school let out, Sandra and Robyn both got interested in
some of the boys they were meeting; neither one of them wanted
anything to do with any boy that wasn't willing to come to our
house and meet Lucy and me. When her birthday rolled around,
Sandra was delighted to discover that she'd received a car - and,
after Lucy let me know that it was Sandra's idea, her own 9mm
pistol. She and Robyn would join Lucy and me at the gun range,
and it wasn't long before both of them turned into pretty fair
shots.

When Abby went to start her training for being on a protective
detail, she stopped off and stayed with us for a few days. For
the last couple of them, Erika joined us, too.

With the help and support of our friends, new and old, it didn't
take long before we were again in the routine of a comfortable -
if somewhat unique - suburban family.

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As always, I would love to hear any feedback the readers of this
story might have. Comments, suggestions for future stories,
criticism - all are welcome.

I would *particularly* like to hear from any female readers who
wish to provide me with a woman's perspective - what is and isn't
erotic, correcting my descriptions of sex between women, or
anything else that my limited male perspective needs correction
on.

Dorsai


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