Message-ID: <47828asstr$1084536605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <lzalezac@yahoo.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <20040514083853.22783.qmail@web60407.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac <lzalezac@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 14 May 2004 01:38:52 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} JC:Ed Biggers II-20 (mf mmf ffm ff mm sci-fi) Lines: 652 Date: Fri, 14 May 2004 08:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/47828> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, RuiJorge ===== Lazlo Zalezac http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Lazlo_Zalezac http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Lazlo_Zalezac __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? SBC Yahoo! - Internet access at a great low price. http://promo.yahoo.com/sbc/ <1st attachment, "biggers2-20.txt" begin> JC: Ed Biggers Part 2: Equilibrant Chapter 20 By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004 Sometimes after seeing the same person every day, one tends to forget the effect that they may have on other people. Ed was so used to seeing John as husband, friend, and colleague that he had stopped seeing him as others might view him. When John arrived at the cabin in the woods with Officer Dow in tow, Ed was reminded just how impressive of a figure John cut. When John walked from the car to the front door of the cabin, Ed watched him step with a strong stride towards him. The serious look on his face and the fire in his eyes conveyed a frightening raw power. Tall with long white hair and beard, he wore the brown robe of his Druid rank, his cloak, and walking stick. Surrounded by trees, he looked like some kind of legendary figure come to life. Officer Donald Dow, known to his friends as Danny, was a short stocky man with large strong looking hands. Despite being a strong man, he followed behind John looking small and insignificant. His dress uniform, decorated with symbols of power and authority, was not sufficient to draw any of the commanding authority that John possessed in his direction. The two FBI agents stared at John with an awe that had become commonplace among agents within the FBI. If they had been intimidated by Ed, they were overwhelmed by John. His appearance, strange as it was, was taken as further proof that the stories circulating within the FBI were true. Seeing him, it was possible to believe that he had once traveled with a cougar. Kim and Gary, had no idea what to make of John. They stared open mouthed at him. Gary, who had feared his father for most of his life, could not imagine how John had managed to make him look insignificant. The couple huddled together and moved over to Gary's father at the first opportunity, led by Diana with Gary slightly resisting. Ed stepped forward and hugged John. Ed smiled as he said, "It is good to see you. It's hard to believe that it has been a month since I came out here." A delighted smile broke over his face as John replied, "We've missed you at home. Those two women of ours are about to wear me out." The comment brought an easy laugh to Ed as the two men walked to the cabin. Sitting down in the chairs on the porch, they each had an iced tea. The rest of the group gathered around them like baby chicks around a hen. John looked at the young couple and said, "What do you think of their story?" Ed took a sip of his tea and looked over that them. They were still holding each other tightly and pressing close to the policeman. Ed said, "They tell the truth for the details they know. The real question is if the details they know support the answer we've decided to accept as truth." Nodding his agreement, John said, "It feels right to me. So what do you suggest we do?" Ed looked out over the lake and asked, "Is there sufficient evidence to convict them now?" John looked thoughtful for a minute as he thought about the evidence. Although he thought the evidence was pretty substantial, trying to get a conviction in court could be a tricky thing. Turning to the senior FBI agent, he asked, "Kip, in your opinion is there enough evidence to assure a conviction if we pick them up now?" The agent, startled at being asked a question by such a capable agent, recovered his composure to provide an answer. He said, "I'm not sure that the evidence is strong enough to assure a conviction. It is a pretty good circumstantial case though." Wanting to know at what point they could arrest the couple during an attempt to take another victim would provide an airtight case in court, John asked, "At what point in their normal sequence of activities would we have sufficient evidence to convict them?" As though he was apologizing for not knowing more, Kip answered, "We don't know the exact order of the activities, but we suspect that they use a drug to make the victims look drunk. That allows them to carry the victims away without looking suspicious." Sitting up straight, Ed asked, "Would the presence of such a drug in a drink be sufficient evidence to tie them much more directly to the previous cases?" Stiffly, Officer Dow answered, "Yes, it would." John and Ed looked at each other and then at the people gathered in front of them. The two FBI agents reminded John of little boys happy to have a chance to tag along with the their big brothers. There was a sense of hero worship in their attitudes. Officer Dow was standing stiff like he was on dress parade. The young couple was standing close together, holding each other in mutual support. Gary kept glancing at his father as though he knew that the least little mistake would result in a tirade. Disturbed by what he saw, John changed the subject. He said, "You've picked a nice place to work on your dissertation. Very different from the place where I did mine." Smiling, as he knew exactly where John had picked to work on his dissertation, Ed answered, "Well, I thought that I would be far enough from the action to finish it. I've got the first draft completed. Finished it this morning while I was waiting for you." "Then I take it your work is going well," replied John. He knew how the passion could drive someone to work with the kind of dedication that was required to write a dissertation in a month. He had been driven in the same fashion when he had worked on his. "I am happy enough with it as a first draft. I'll let it sit for a week and then read it over," said Ed. He had watched John work on his dissertation and learned some tricks from him. As the pair talked, the others were waiting impatiently to find what was going to happen next. Finally, Kip could take it no more and asked, "So what are we going to do about the case?" "We will think," replied Ed. The earlier change in subject, suggested to him that John had come to the same conclusions as he had about the group gathered here. This was a very poor team that would probably freeze up the moment things started to happen. John looked out at the lake and said, "I suggest we fish while we think." Wayne asked, "What about us?" Recognizing that the others needed to bond in some form or fashion, Ed said, "The five of you should spend some time getting to know each other." Nodding his agreement, John added, "Yes. Why don't you go in the house and talk?" The two men suddenly stood from their chairs. While John refilled the iced tea glasses, Ed fetched the fishing equipment. Within a few minutes the men were walking to the shore. John pointed to a place and said, "Let's go over there. There are some cattails growing along the shore and we should be able to pull out a couple of big ones from there." Ed watched John cast his line a couple of times and how he worked the rod in a smooth retrieval with occasional pauses when he would jerk the pole. John made careful casts along the front of the cattails. Ed powered his line out towards the middle of the lake swinging the pole like it was a baseball bat. He caught the amused look from John and said, "Hey, I'm still learning how to do this." John smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't even conceive that someone could cast a lure that way." Between the two men, Ed was the first to catch a fish. He reeled it in and brought it to shore. He was about to bend down, when John said, "Let me get that." John knelt down and wet his hands. He carefully lifted the fish by grasping its lower jaw. With a simple twist, he removed the hook from the fishes mouth. He held it up for Ed to look at. The fish was at least three pounds. Ed said, "That's a big mouth bass." "Largemouth Bass," corrected John. Looking at the fish and the beautiful coloration that the Goddess had given it, it was almost a shame to eat such a work of natural beauty. Not embarrassed at having gotten the name wrong, Ed said, "I've been throwing them back, but I just found out last night that they are edible." Smiling, John understood that Ed had probably never fished before. He said, "Bring me the stringer." Opening the tackle box that he had purchased as a package complete with lures and fishing gear, Ed asked, "Which of these is the stringer?" Looking over at the tackle box, John said, "It's the chain with those metal things hanging off it." Ed handed the stringer to John and watched as John attached it to the fish. The one end had a snap that John affixed to a stick that he forced in the ground. The fish, on the stringer, went back into the water. John looked up and said, "It will stay alive this way, at least for a while. If we want to release it later we can." The men returned to fishing. John caught three fish and Ed caught one more. Together, the catch was enough to feed everyone at the cabin. As they fished, they talked about how to catch the serial killers. The best plan depended upon the young couple participating in the capture. One problem was that neither man thought the young couple was brave enough for that. The bigger problem was that the team was dysfunctional. In the cabin, the conversation centered around John Carter and Ed Biggers. Officer Dow asked, "Agents Caler and Widdis, everyone I talked to about those two out there could hardly contain their admiration for them. What do you know about them?" Kip described some of the cases that John and Ed had solved. It wasn't until they started talking about Druid Revenge campaign that Officer Dow realized exactly with whom he was dealing. He had participated in some of the raids held that day and could hardly believe the kind of people that he had managed to capture. He had even received a citation for his participation in capturing one of the men that had resisted with gunfire. He held up a hand and said, "My God! I had no idea." Wayne, shaking his head, said, "When I heard that they were a little odd, I didn't believe it. Now that I've met them, I don't know what to think." Earlier in the morning, Ed had turned his back on everyone and worked on his dissertation. He didn't provide the level of hospitality that Diana expected and he snapped at people when they tried to interrupt his work. Diana had been the most frequent recipient of his ire. She was angry that he would require them to stay there, but wouldn't treat them as guests. Diana said, "Well, I think they are rude." Puzzled, Gary said, "He was totally different before the call yesterday. He was friendly and relaxed. After the call, he became... I don't know the proper word... unfeeling." Knowing the seriousness of the situation, Officer Dow didn't snap at his son. Instead, he explained, "I work with a bunch of detectives at the station. When they are hot on a case, they are practically unbearable. The rest of the time, they are easy going and friendly. Those two remind me of them." Interpreting their behavior as arrogance, Diana said, "I don't like them." Officer Dow was silent as he sat there thinking about what he had heard the men discuss and realized that his son was going to be asked to go into a dangerous situation. After a while, he looked at Gary and frowned. Gary noticed and, in a defensive tone of voice, asked, "What did I do this time?" "Nothing. You've done nothing wrong," replied the man. For the moment, he didn't feel like a cop, but like a father; a father about to send his son out to face danger and afraid that his son wasn't up to it. Examining his son, he saw a young man that was physically strong, but he wondered if he had the moral strength to do what needed to be done. Then he realized that his son had never been in a position to prove his moral strength. Irritated at what he perceived as years of being judged inadequate by his father, Gary said, "You're looking at me like I've done something wrong. I've done nothing wrong, damn it!" Looking at the floor, Donald Dow said, "I'm sure that you know that, in the past, I've often considered you weak. That was wrong of me and I'm sorry." Shocked, Gary looked at his father. For the first time in his life, the anger that he held towards his father was caught off balance. He asked, "What?" "I've dealt with a lot of nasty people and good people, all of whom showed their strengths and weaknesses. The cop in me looked at their demonstration of strength and interpreted your lack of involvement in big events as a symptom of weakness. I just realized that you've never had the opportunity to show your true strength by facing something bigger and uglier than you." Donald Dow was silent as he tried to figure out the next thing to say. Looking at Diana with a worried expression, Gary had a feeling that he knew what was coming next. Diana nervously licked her lips as the intensity of his gaze upon her increased. Although nothing had been said, she felt an increased tension in the room. Gary turned to his father and asked, "What are you saying?" Donald answered, "I don't know what they are going to ask the two of you to do, but I will respect your decision no matter what you decide. As a father, I fear for you and hope you say no, but as a cop I hope you say yes." Listening with the ear of a psychologist, Diana realized that the father hoped that his son would say yes despite what he said. The problem was that she couldn't figure out what he hoped Gary would agree to do. She looked at the two FBI agents as they looked out the door of the cabin. Suddenly she understood what was being discussed. She said, "They are going to ask us to be bait." Almost for the first time since his arrival, Wayne was thinking like a FBI agent. Until now, he had been waiting for John to layout the plan to him and then to be assigned a role in the operation. He said, "They haven't asked that of you, yet. They may not ask that of you at all. I would if I were in charge of the case." Gary said, "I will do it if asked, but I won't allow them to include Diana. They can't ask a woman to do that." Diana didn't know how she felt about being protected to the degree where she wasn't even asked. She asked, "How bad could it be?" All eyes turned to look at Kip as if wanting an answer from him. Kip knew the answer better than most, having arrived too late to save another person that had faced a circumstance with many of the same characteristics. After a minute of silence, Kip said, "Tell her Wayne." Wayne looked at them and said, "I'll give you the broad spectrum of possible outcomes. The best is that everything goes like clockwork. The worst is that they'll get away while taking you with them. Somewhere between those two extremes is getting shot in a shootout with them." Diana scrunched up her face and said, "I would think that getting shot is the worst." Leaning forward to make his point, Wayne said, "If they get away and take you with them, they will torture you for a week before you die. Getting shot is better than that." Snapping at the FBI agent, Donald said, "Stop that. You're scaring them. Hell, you're scaring me." While Wayne had been explaining the options, Kip had gone to the open door of the cabin and watched the two men fishing. Without turning, he said, "Good, be scared. I once had an informant that got caught. They tortured him for two days. I found him about the time he died. These creeps that John and Ed are chasing are even worse." What Wayne had said about what they would be asked to do scared Diana and angered Gary. He saw it as another man hinting to him that he wasn't strong enough to do what needed to be done. Rather than accusing, he was trying to talk him out of it by giving him a good excuse to back out. Gary, with more fire in him than even he knew existed, said, "I said that I would do it if asked. I don't want her there." Sighing, Donald said, "Son, it's not your decision to make. It is hers." Knowing the truth of the situation, Wayne said, "It has to be both of you or nothing." "Both?" asked Diana realizing that she was the weak link in the chain. If she said no, then the creeps might get away. This was the time for his son to be brave. Of that, Donald was positive. He said, "Gary, real strength isn't always acting for yourself. Sometimes it is letting someone that you love act. Hell, standing up to bad isn't too hard. I do that every day. It's far harder to let someone else do it. If I could, I'd wade in there and take out those folks myself, but it isn't my place this time. I'll stand behind you and help you out if the situation allows. The hardest part is going to be letting her participate. You want to protect her, but you can't. She has to do that for herself. You can help her, but you can't protect her." Turning to face Diana, Donald said, "Young lady, I don't really know you. This is the first time we've met. If I'm right, you're going to be asked the toughest question of your life today. I can't advise you what to do, it's not my place. Perhaps you may want to talk to your parents or someone whose wisdom you appreciate. Do not take their advice lightly or discount the requests that are made of you." Having said his peace, Donald stood and left the cabin. Such honesty of emotion was more than he had expressed in years and now he felt drained. Walking to the water's edge, he looked out over the lake appreciating the calm waters. Standing next to the canoe, he looked down at it and smiled as he dreamed about paddling around the lake. He nearly jumped into the water when Ed said, "Go ahead. It'll do you some good to be out on the lake." "I'm in my dress blues." Standing next to him, Ed looked out over the lake. In a quiet voice he said, "The surface is so calm, but the depths are in constant movement. I suggest you take your dress blues off and bring a little life to the surface of the lake. Perhaps, doing so might remove some of turbulence in you and replace it with a little calm." Surprised, Donald turned to look at Ed and asked, "What will I wear?" "Why wear anything?" asked Ed. "What about Diana?" "It harms no one if you paddle around naked in a canoe. If she has a problem with it, then it is her problem. If your son has a problem, then it is his problem. Their problems are not your problems," answered Ed. Compromising, Donald stripped down to his shorts and got into the canoe. With a couple of solid strokes of his oar, he backed it away from the shore. With another one, he turned the canoe and headed off into the lake. Smiling, Ed picked up the clothes and folded them. He carried them to the porch and set them down. At least they wouldn't get dirty or wet. John showed up carrying the fish filets. Together they went into the house. As John put the filets in the refrigerator, Ed looked around at the people in the room. None of them looked very happy. Holding hands so tightly that the tendons were showing, Diana and Gary were sitting on the couch deep in thought, but not talking to each other. It was clear to him that people needed to relax. He said, "John and I are going to go swimming in the lake. We would like to invite you go join us. Those with suits may wear them. Those without may go without." Drying his hands after handling the fish, John came out of the kitchen. After a single glance around the room, he said, "While my husband has extended an invitation, I must contradict him. I insist that everyone go swimming. The water is clear and perhaps a little time spent in it will clear some of those dark thoughts from your minds." Everyone, particularly Diana, looked at John in shock. No one said a word in protest, but more significant was that fact that no one even moved towards the door. They had no intention of going swimming. John and Ed stood there for a minute and waited for a response. The two men exchanged glances and then smiled. "Okay, we tried the easy way," said Ed. With a suddenness that surprised the two FBI agents, they found themselves pulled out of their seats and thrown over a shoulder. Ed carried Wayne while John carried Kip. The two agents shouted and complained all of the way to the lake. Preventing them from reacting with real force was the fear that if they did, they could get in serious trouble with their bosses. Their shouts were abruptly cut off when they hit the water. Heading back to the cabin, John and Ed were laughing at the shocked reactions of the FBI agents as they found themselves in the water. Inside, Ed grabbed Gary while John grabbed Diana. Diana fought back, kicking and hitting John on his back. Accompanied by screams, the two men carried their captives out of the cabin and to the shore. It wasn't long before Gary and Diana were both sputtering as they tried to recover from being dumped in the lake. She was furious at the men. Standing on the shore, John and Ed removed their clothes. John had his back to those in the water. When his robe came off, all of the scars on his back were suddenly visible. When his pants came off, additional scars, particularly the horrible looking burns, were revealed. In comparison, the few scars that Ed had were hardly noticeable as he undressed.. Everyone stared at the two men as they stripped. Each person suffered from a radical mixture of feelings that prevented them from responding or objecting. To a person, their previous actions suggested considerable nerve and disrespect. There was also the revulsion at the scars. There were the various feelings that seeing the oversized cocks instilled in the observers. Finally, there was envy in the lack of inhibitions and simple joy the men took. Standing in waist deep water, the agents were looking down at their clothes in shock. Slowly they waded to the shore and started removing their wet clothes. Suit coats, ties, and leather shoes came off first. The shoulder holsters were removed and the agents looked at their guns removing them from the holsters. Standing in wet socks was not pleasant, so they were the next to go. Then the shirts and finally the pants joined the pile of clothes on the shore. Standing on the shore in their underwear, the agents gave in and returned to the water. Kim and Gary waded to the shore. With great hesitancy, Kim removed her shorts and shoes, leaving her top and panties. She wished that she had worn a bra since the tee-shirt was showing her breasts as if she wasn't wearing anything. Gary stripped down to his underwear. They returned to the lake, moving quickly in the hope of not attracting attention to their young bodies. Once in the water, Gary asked, "Where's my dad?" Ed pointed to the canoe a distance down the lake and said, "He's paddling around in his underwear." Gary screamed, "He's what?" "He's in the canoe paddling around the lake wearing nothing except his underwear," answered Ed as he moved close to John. With a wink at each other, both men splashed the two FBI agents. They then turned on the young couple and hit them both with monster splashes. A water war of four against two had been declared. At times, all four splashed either John or Ed. At other times, it was two on one. It took about ten minutes for John and Ed to surrender. By that time, everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves. The seriousness of the situation was put behind them for a bit of time. With nice smooth strokes, Donald pulled up to them. As the canoe glided towards them, he was laughing at the horseplay in the water. His laughter served as a trigger. Everyone turned towards him at the same time and let loose with a barrage of splashes. In seconds, he was drenched. Still laughing, he drove the canoe onto the shore and returned to jump in the water. As the men swam around, occasionally breaking into races or trying to dunk each other, Diana and Gary had drifted off to the side to watch. With an arm around his girlfriend, Gary said, "I've never seen my dad play before." She replied, "I've never seen old people play like that before." With a frown, Gary said, "I feel old. My dad is acting younger than me and I feel old." "Have you ever seen old people play like that?" asked Diana without hearing what Gary had said. "I bet if my mother was here, they'd have thrown her in the water and she'd be playing," said Gary. Would his mother have stripped down to a bra and panties? The idea was almost enough to make him sick. "It was John and Ed that made this happen. It's like they know somehow that it is necessary to play in life, that it makes it easier to face danger." She was totally into her own thoughts, trying to analyze the two men. She watched as Ed formed a support by lacing his fingers and then bent down in the water. John put a foot in the support. Working together, Ed stood up and John kicked off with the effect that John flew out of the water. John laughed as he created a huge splash. They traded roles. Thinking out loud, she said, "When they are working on something, nothing else matters. When they are playing, they are totally into it. Such attention to the now is what makes them seem rude. If you aren't are a part of their now, then you don't exist for them." Gary had turned to listen to Diana, amazed at the insights she was voicing. He smiled as he saw that the same kind of focus on the now held true for her. Waiting for her to return from the world within her head, he watched John and Ed at play. It made him wonder why he was just standing there doing nothing. Moving with as much stealth as the water allowed, he positioned himself behind his father. As he prepared to splash him, he said, "Hey, Dad!" His father turned by stepping around, only to see a small wall of water miss him by inches. The response was immediate and thorough. Using both hands, he splashed his son as fast as possible. Gary returned the splashes. The battle was incredibly fierce and only ended when both of the combatants were out of breath and weary. Arms around each other, they waded out of the lake. It was only then that they discovered they were the last ones to leave the water. Ed, still naked, stood next to Diana and said, "You have just witnessed a major healing occur. Doesn't it make you feel good to see it?" "Yes, it does," she replied. Her eyes dropped down to take another look at his cock. Shaking her head, she couldn't believe how large it was. "I heard your monologue in the water," said Ed. She looked up at him with a startled expression on her face. He smiled down at her and said, "Most of your observations were correct. You have the same kind of focus when you put your mind to something. It comes naturally to you, unlike others who may never achieve that kind of ability. Develop it and you will be surprised what you can accomplish." Understanding broke over her and she turned towards him. Adopting what was a confrontational posture by spreading her legs with her hands on her hips, she stared at him. Awed, she said, "Everything today was on purpose. You two did everything for a reason." Nodding, Ed answered, "Yes. Those two FBI agents worshipped us. Gary and his father had a number of harmful issues between them. You were the weakest link. That's not a very good team to go after a pair of monsters." "I'm still the weakest link," said Diana feeling like she was stating something obvious. "Not anymore," replied Ed. Eyebrows lifting, she asked, "Who's the weakest link now?" Smiling at the question, Ed answered, "The monsters. We have a significant advantage over them. They are used to hunting, but not being hunted. They don't even know they are being hunted and that gives us the element of surprise." "What changed?" Taking her hand, Ed answered, "You needed to discover your real skill so that you could control the situation that will be placed upon you. You have discovered that skill and employed it. Now that you know you can understand what is happening, you won't be so afraid." Grinning, she asked, "So what happens now?" Ed glanced at the wet and weary group on shore and said, "Every has wet clothes that now feel pretty uncomfortable. I think everyone will be undressed and drying off soon. Then we will be able to plan without egos in the way." "Why do you say that?" asked Diana curious why they would be able to talk honestly once everyone was undressed. Ed answered, "Nudity is the great equalizer. The richest man and the poorest man become indistinguishable when they are naked." His prediction proved true. Wet underwear and clothes that weren't dried forced people to remove what little they wore. Diana felt very uncomfortable being the only female in the room, but after a few minutes the lack of a direct sexual response from the men seemed to put her at ease. She did notice that most of the cocks in the room had swelled a bit. The discussion about what would occur the next day was intense and focused. Everyone participated, giving their opinions about the plan and tailoring it so that all soon felt comfortable with it. Gary listened to his father's advice and the father listened to his son's observations. For the first time in their relationship, there was an equality present. No one had a chance to really notice that they were naked. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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