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Subject: {ASSM} Alan, Chapter 28 "Of Fevers and Time"
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Author: Julian Coreto
Title: Alan
Part: 28
Summary: Alan and the gang infiltrate Lord Thornbow’s estate
with the two-fold goal of retrieving the Hokkaido Stone, and
neutralizing the threat he poses.
Keywords: mc MF FF virgin Mult anal Mdom

Chapter 28
Of Fevers and Time

It was a straightforward operation, and nearly well executed, which
made the death at the end of it come as a complete shock.  It started
out simple; it became complicated, as all things seem to do.

* * *

Alan and Karick rendezvoused with the waiting surveillance teams
shortly before noon.  The car bringing Jack and Anne-Marie was about
an hour behind, but that didn’t matter too much, as this was
certainly not a daylight mission.

The Abbot and Michiko were practicing their moves in a small clearing
in the nearby woods, and Peter and the rest of the paramilitaries were
stripping, oiling, and checking their weapons.  No more dawdling; they
were moving this night.

After Jack arrived they all formed in a circle and had a mission
briefing.  The Abbot spoke to them about the Stone, and what
precautions they should take if the encountered it, then Karick ran
through the lay of the land and the blueline plans of the house, then
moved on to describe once again the security, both technological and
human.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the public woods adjacent to
the estate, drilling.  They were to be split up into three groups. 
Michiko would lead Team A, Jack was in charge of Team B.  Alan was on
Team C with Karick, led by the Abbot.  He wasn’t at all insulted
by the fact that he wasn’t one of the leaders; as the youngest
and least experienced he knew that he was a follower in this company. 
When they broke for dinner Michiko slipped off and made a quick
reconnaissance into the grounds of the estate.

“Keep that away from us,” Jack called out as she returned.
 Nestled in her arms was a silver sphere, about the size of a
basketball.

“I think it’s a decoy,” she said, her pace not
slowing.

“What makes you think that?” Alan asked, edging away from
her.

She tossed it to him, and on reflex,  with consequences forgotten, he
caught it.  The orb was surprisingly light.  He ran his palm over the
metallic surface, and his fingers quivered, though not as much as they
should have if this was a true copy of a true Orb.  Neil took it from
him and walked it back to the van.  With his expertise in metallurgy
and archaeology he gave it a once over, and then tested it with the
gear in the van.

“Silver plate, if you believe the equipment,  jacketed over an
aluminium core.” he stated with a chuckle.

Jack was not as amused.  “Mr. Swindon-Smythe!”

Neil gulped.  He recognized the professorial tone.  “Yes,
Professor?”

“What conclusions can the class draw from these data?”
Jack asked, gesturing to the open laptop screen.

“Well, sir, it was my understanding when I was in
Thornbow’s employment, that the supply of Orb silver was
limited.  One possibility is that the spheres on the pedestals
scattered over the grounds are decoys; perhaps some are silver plated
and some are pure.”

“We will proceed with caution,” Massimo pronounced
gravely.

Since it was summer, night did not begin to fall until after eight. 
By nine the sky was dark enough for them to begin their assault on
Bankington Hall.  The three groups moved into their starting
positions, from three different approaches into the estate. 
Alan’s group was coming in from the woods that fringed the south
of Thornbow’s land.  The woods were a public thoroughfare,
making them difficult for Thornbow to have fully secured; Jack’s
group was coming in through the east gate, or to be more precise, over
the high stone wall just north of it.  Michiko’s group, the
first to go in, would also be using the wooded approach that
Alan’s group was forming in, just from a different part of it.

Alan checked the pockets of his black jumpsuit for the nth time since
he had donned it an hour ago.  All his gear was in place.  In the rear
pocket at the small of his back he felt the small handgun through the
material.

Having never fired--or for that matter, touched--a firearm until a few
weeks ago, he hoped he would not have to use it, or even remove it
from its pocket.  The bud in his ear crackled; Anne-Marie informed
them that Team A had moved in.  Two minutes later the Abbot’s
Team C, and Jack’s Team B would start.

Two minutes passed, and the go signal from Michiko’s team did
not come.  Alan wiped his sweaty palms against the fabric of his
jumpsuit, and then fiddled with the black balaclava, combing his hair
with his fingers, tucking all his hair under it.  His foot was tapping
an impatient staccato rhythm on the forest ground.

“You nervous?” Karick asked.

“A little,” Alan replied.

“You should be worried a lot, so consider yourself ahead of the
game,” he answered grimly.  Just as he was about to say more
Anne-Marie came on the air.

“Teams B and C, move out,” she broadcasted.  Michiko and
her bunch had taken the security center.  It was time to go.

* * *

“You don’t know who I am, do you?”

Thornbow squirmed in his seat, almost as upset by the thought of what
the duct tape was doing to the upholstery of his Louis Quatorze
armchair as he was by the fact that he was bound to it at the wrists
and ankles.  “No,” he sneered at the stranger, a man he
was quite sure he had never once before laid eyes upon.

“My name,” said Jack, “Is Jacob Theodore
Lazarus.”

Alistair Thornbow belied no reaction to this bit of intelligence; Jack
expected none.

“My name before it was Jacob Theodore Lazarus was Jean-Pierre
Massimo.”

This time Thornbow was thunderstruck.  “How is that--It
can’t be--you’re lying!”

“Brother,” Jack continued acidly, “You know of what
I am capable, do you not?”

Thornbow nodded, defeat evident in his face.

“Two years, brother.  Two years you stalked me, haunted my
steps.  Because you wanted what you can never have.  Decades you have
desired it, for almost all that time believing it to be myth, a legend
unworthy of a child’s fantasy.  Five years ago, in this very
room--I remember it was like yesterday--you showed me the talisman.  A
small Mesopotamian idol of tarnished silver.  Just being in the same
room with your collection’s latest acquisition knocked the wind
from my sails.  That fateful day when you began to form the slightest
of notions about my nature.  Suspicions.  Yes, you were suspicious of
me for years, but the happenstance of my dizzy spell in the presence
of your new trinket ignited the evil scheme within you.  And so, you
came at me, and to your bitter disappointment, you had me killed.  Or
so you thought, at any rate.  And then, and then you turned your
attentions you this young man,” he spat, gesturing at Alan. 
“You almost killed him.  Twice.”

“What do you want, Jack?” Thornbow snarled.

“You know exactly what I want.”

“So, you mean to do murder?”

“Killing you,” Massimo said, “Is the last thing I
can afford.”

Thornbow slumped in his chair, relieved he would be spared. 
“Then why?  Then what?”

“Anne-Marie,” Jack said into his radio microphone built
into his sleeve, “Please signal the Abbot to join us in the
office.”

The new intruder was another stranger as far as Thornbow was
concerned, though seeing that the middle-aged Englishman standing
before him was his octogenarian Swiss step-brother, for all he knew
this Japanese monk was in fact Churchill.

“Allow me to introduce you to the Abbot.  No first name, no
surname, I’m afraid.  He must become nameless to head his order,
a tradition, you know.  As a rule, people fear what they cannot name,
Alistair, and though I have found this chap to be most delightful
company, it is, nevertheless, a rule you should heed.

“You have something of his,” Jack concluded.

“And if I give it, you’ll leave?” Thornbow asked.

“Where is it?” the Abbot asked.

“You must promise--”

“I am a man of honor, Mr. Thornbow.”

Thornbow closed his eyes and sighed.  He was coming to the realization
that defeat was now inevitable.  “I don’t know where it
is.”

Jack scanned his mind, and was surprised to see he was telling the
truth.  An ingenious plan, really: Lord Thornbow had over forty people
in his employ or confidence.  To conceal the stone he had sent a memo
to each member of his staff.  They had gathered in his ballroom, the
stone at the center of the long dining table.  After their boss had
excused himself each employee drew a lot from a basket.  The
“winner” was to take the stone out of the estate and
secure it, with none of the others knowing who had taken it, or where
it had been placed.

For Jack this was another complication.  Now they had to lasso each
and every one of these people, from business managers to chamber
maids, footmen to private secretaries, and bring them to be
interrogated.

“Is it OK if I go?” Alan asked, nausea beginning to
overtake him.  There was blood on his shoes, though the body of the
one Thornbow had shot had been already removed.

“Where are you going?” Jack asked.  The grounds and house
weren’t yet fully secured.

“I have to get out of here,” Alan half-shouted, running
out.

Jack cast a meaningful look towards the Abbot, and the Japanese man
followed Alan out the door.  The Abbot spoke quietly in his microphone
and asked Anne-Marie to send Michiko into the office to join Jack.  He
reasoned that she was better equipped to deal with that situation than
he was in any event.

“Alan, please, wait for me.  I am an old man, and I cannot keep
up with you,” the Abbot projected.  Though his English was
improving, they found it most convenient to communicate
telepathically, in a sort of bridge language.  Alan thought in
English, and the Abbot heard  him in Japanese, and vice-versa.

Alan snorted, but slowed; he had seen the Abbot in action, and his
protest of age was insincere.  After witnessing the Abbot in battle,
catlike and quick, slow would be the last word he would use to
describe this man.

“You are upset, young man, and understandably so.  It is a
terrible thing to see a man die.  If you had told me that the only man
to die tonight would be one of our own, and this man in particular, I
would not have been able to believe it.  Sometimes things do not go as
planned, and we have to deal with the consequences.”

“He was my friend,” Alan sniffled.  “He saved my
life, in a way.  Made me understand the dangers about me, at a time
when I thought I was unstoppable.  He had a family--a wife and a
daughter!--did you know that?  I never even met them, and now I have
to go to them and tell them daddy is dead!  Do you fucking understand
that?”

“Death, Alan, is a part of life, one which we all have to
face.”

“Tell that to his ten year old daughter,” Alan projected
angrily, his face wet with tears.  “No!  That’s my fucking
shit ass job.”

“Tell them this: tell them that Mr. Karick died doing his
duty.”

“Duty?  Goddamn you Abbot.  We’re not the fucking army. 
We came for your fucking sacred stone.”

“Now, now, that’s not the whole truth, Alan.  Pull
yourself together, young man.  We are here to eliminate a common
threat.  Mr. Karick understood that, which is why he was a leader--the
planner--of this mission, which is why he burst through that door
despite our warnings.  He wasn’t conscribed.  Not to speak ill
of the dead, but this was his plan.  He would be proud, as I am, that
it is so far a success.”

“Success?  Success?  Where is this stone of yours?”

“We will find it.  It is only a matter of time now.  I have been
patient for a long time, and I beg the same of you.”

“I need to leave, Abbot.  I can’t stay here.”

“If that is your wish.  Dr. Massimo, Michiko, and I will
organize the search for the one entrusted with our stone.”

“I’m leaving,” Alan said aloud, though making no
move to the door.

“As I said, go,” the Abbot spoke.  “None of us would
dare presume to stop you.”

Still, he didn’t budge.

The Abbot projected: “You see, young man, you want to go, but
something his holding you back.  Do you want to know what that
is?”  He paused, allowing time for Alan to answer, but the young
American just stood there, trembling.  “Duty, Alan, you stay out
of a sense of duty.  Honor, Alan.  Honor.  This man in there,”
he said derisively, and Alan knew he was speaking of Thornbow,
“He is without honor.  A thief.  A murderer.  A small man who
thinks he can get what he wants without understanding the nature of
it, even to the slightest degree; but a dangerous man nonetheless. 
Mr. Karick understood all of this, and that is why he came here
tonight.  He could never have led a normal life with that detestable
man unchecked.  It came to a sorrowful end.

“Go, Alan, find his wife and child.  Do what you can for them. 
Tell them that because of the efforts of Mr. Karick they are now safe.
 You need no more duty in this place.  They need you now.”

* * *

“What the hell are you doing, Alan, calling me at three in the
morning?”

“I’m sorry, Kate, I just needed to hear your voice.”

“Are you crying?  Is everything OK?”

“Yes.  No.  My colleague was killed tonight.  A friend of
mine.”

“Oh my God!  What happened?  Are you OK?” she cried.

“I’m OK.  Just shaken up.  I’ll tell you when I get
home.”

“Come home now.  I’ll meet you.  Things are winding down
here.  I just have to juggle some things and I’ll meet
you.”

He didn’t say anything, but she knew he was still on the line.

“Are you sure you’re OK?”

“I’m not OK, Katie, but I will be when I see you.”

He hit END, and went to find Neil

“Are you done here?” Alan asked him.  They were standing
in the driveway of Bankington Hall, a safe distance from the panel
truck holding all of the seized orbs.

“I’ll just be a minute,” Neil replied, his voice
cracking.  Alan could see he was just as traumatized by Karick’s
death.  He pulled down the rear door of the truck and padlocked it.

“I need to go.”

“Go?” Neil asked, taken aback.  “Go where?”

“Home, Neil, I need to go home.”

“OK.”

“I can’t drive a car in Britain.  Would you take me? 
Now?”

“Sure.  OK.  Sure.  We’ll take one of the rented Opels,
leave the Land Rovers for the rest of them,” Neil said, his
voice shaking, leading the way back to the edge of the road.

They reached the car in minutes.  Alan got in on the left, and Neil
behind the wheel.  Neil turned the ignition and started it up, but
made no move to put it in gear.  After a few seconds Alan looked over
and saw that he was weeping quietly.

“I feel the same way, Neil.  He was an excellent friend.”

“That he was.  That he was,” Neil said, collecting
himself, as he put the car on course for London.

Alan made some calls while they were motoring down, and to his
disappointment he discovered that the he wouldn’t be able to get
a flight out until morning.  He had Neil take him to the Savoy, and
when Neil made to leave, to return to Bankington Hall, Alan insisted
he take the suite’s other bedroom.  It didn’t take them
long to hit the minibar.

“I’m calling Irina in the morning,” Neil declared
after they had toasted Tadeusz, referring to Karick’s wife.

“Did you know her?” Alan asked.

“Last Christmas I couldn’t come back here, and Karick
couldn’t go all the way to Australia.  Irina and Katja flew to
Montréal, and Tad insisted I come along with him.”

“Why Montréal?”

“Karick wanted his little girl to have a European Christmas. 
The year before he had spent with them in Melbourne, and he had a vile
time.  ‘Christmas in summer,’ he told me, ‘is a
perversion!’  He did some looking around, and decided that the
closest he was going to get to a Prague Christmas was Quebec.”

“Don’t call her,” Alan said.  “We’ll go
together and tell her in person.”

“I’d like that,” Neil replied, a smile forming on
his features for the first time in hours.

* * *

Alan had called Harriet, his lawyer Stanley Wilkins’s secretary,
from the plane, and she arranged a livery to pick him up from Newark
and take him home.  Neil had driven him to the airport before heading
back to Bankington Hall.  Once he was home he called his folks, who
were both
out, to let them know he had arrived.  He didn’t mention the
reason he had cut his trip short.  He called Kate next, catching her
on the road.  She was already past Mystic, and would see him in a few
hours.  He napped.

His mother stroking his hair awoke him.  “Honey, are you
alright?”

“Yeah, mom.”

“You sounded depressed on the phone before.  Are you
sure?”

He smiled.  “It’s good to see you, mom.”

“You push yourself too hard, Alan.  School this summer, and a
job, plus whatever you were doing at night.  I worry after you.”

“I’m taking one more trip, and then I’m home for the
rest of the month,” he sighed.  “I’ll help you with
your rosebushes every day until I head back for school.”

She laughed, delighted.  “Tell me about your trip.”

“Nothing much to tell, really.”

“And the next one?”

“Just a couple of days.  Three at the most.”

“OK, you’ll tell me when you’ll tell me.  You know I
don’t like to pry.  Come downstairs and help me make dinner. 
Your dad should be home soon.”

“OK, mom.  Oh, Kate’s joining us.”

“I thought she wasn’t coming back until Friday.”

“She wanted to see me,” Alan said.

“That’s nice.  She’s a sweet girl.  You should marry
her.”

“Want those grandchildren soon, do you?” he laughed, and
she laughed with him.

“From your lips to God’s ears, as my dad used to
say.”

Kate and Alan sat in the backyard after dinner.  He didn’t say
much and she just put her arm around his neck and ran her fingers
through his hair.  Over the din of crickets she asked him about
Karick.

“Tell me about your friend from work.”

So he did, saying as much as he could without betraying the others in
his cabal, Jack and the Japanese monks.  He told her about all the
time they had spent together the summer before, when they hopscotched
around Europe looking for Jack.  He told her about the wife and child
he had never met, and how he had to go to them and tell them about the
killing.

“Do you want me to come with?” she asked.

He thought about it for a second, trying to formulate a good reason
why she shouldn’t come, but his mind went blank.

“Sure,” he answered, smiling at her.  “That would be
great.”

They went back in the house and watched television with his folks for
a while.  At eleven his parents went upstairs to their bedroom.  Alan
and Kate watched the news snuggled up together.  Just before the
sports came on Alan’s cell phone rang.  It was Jack, calling
from Thornbow’s estate.  They had managed to compile a full list
of all the personnel involved in the stone-concealing scheme, and had
so far interrogated nineteen of the forty-six people involved.  Most
of the nineteen were household staff at Bankington Hall.  There were a
couple of servants at the London flat, and a few people in Lord
Thornbow’s parliamentary office, and the remainder were spread
out over the rest of Britain.  Jack figured they would see them all by
the next week.  After the update Jack handed the phone to Neil, and
they made plans for Australia.  Karick had moved his family to
Melbourne, to a neighborhood named St. Kilda, chosen because of its
good-sized Eastern European community.  Alan and Neil decided that it
would be easier to meet in Melbourne.  Neil would fly to Singapore and
change planes, and Alan and Kate would fly west, spend a night in
Hawaii, and then on to Melbourne.  Neil promised to call Harriet in
Stan Wilkins’s office to book the flights.

“So we’re set?” Kate asked, as he came back from
taking the call in the kitchen.  He had made no effort to keep quiet,
and he assumed he had heard his end of the conversations.

“Yeah, I’ll have the exact details about the trip
tomorrow, probably before lunch.”

“Cool,” she answered with a yawn.  “I’m
pooped.  Ready for bed?”

“Are you staying here?  I thought--”

“Do you think your mom and dad would object?”

“Probably not,” Alan thought aloud.  Besides, if they did,
he could just use his abilities to smooth things over.  “But
what about your folks?  You just got back and they’ve barely
seen you.”

“My parents are practically living in the city this summer. 
Remember my mom’s Aunt Victoria?  With the broken hip?”

He nodded.

“She’s a little batty,” Kate explained.  “The
only way my mom got the latest in a long line of home care nurses not
to quit was to promise to be there a lot.  They tried getting her to
move in with us, but she refused.”

“So your parents share an apartment with a batty old woman. 
Sounds claustrophobic!”

“It’s not all that bad.  Mom and Aunt Vicky get along real
well, and her apartment is huge.  It’s a duplex on lower Fifth
Avenue, with views right over Washington Square Park.”

“They live there?  Full time?”

“No, just a couple of nights a week, and all day Sunday.”

“Oh.  Well.  Sure then, let’s go upstairs.”

The walk up to his bedroom seemed to take a great deal out of him,
Kate noticed.  She helped him undress and get in bed, and then she
took a shower.  She came back to bed wearing a fresh pair of panties. 
Looking through her bags she tried to find a clean t-shirt, but she
was at a bad time in the laundry cycle; instead of taking one of his
she just slipped in beside him.

She really didn’t expect any physicality between them this night
due to Alan’s parents in down the hall and his fatigue and low
spirits.  She snuggled against him, and he held her.

"Mmmm, you smell good," he muttered, drifting away.

* * *

The ever-efficient Harriet booked passage for Alan and Kate by the
next morning for a Saturday-night flight, two days hence.  Alan was at
a loss with what to do with more than forty-eight unscheduled hours,
having been since before spring finals since he last experienced such
a freedom.  Lucky for him Kate was there to fill the time.  Mostly,
they relaxed.  It was as if they had returned home for a vacation,
rather than the other way around.

Alan spent the next morning puttering around the house.  He and Kate
did their laundry together in his basement, and Kate made several
calls up to Maine to see if the last set of girls were completing
their program in good fashion, and dealing with some last-minute
details.  Alan’s mom made them lunch--grilled cheese sandwiches,
a favorite from when he was a boy--and they swing on the porch glider
between washing machine and dryer loads.

“My mom likes you,” he told her as the first shower of
raindrops pit-patted against the roof of the overhang.

“Really?  Sometimes I can’t tell.”

“When I started going out again with Pauline, the second time,
your dad pulled me aside and gave me ‘The Speech.’  I
don’t think there’s an equivalent for mothers and
girlfriends, so my mom is a little stymied.  But she likes you.  She
told me,” he said.

“What did she say?” Kate asked, holding her breath after
squeezing out the words.

He chuckled, but said nothing, and she gave him as gentle an elbow to
the ribs as she could manage.

“She told me I should marry you.”

Kate gasped, and then the air became stuck in her throat.  It took her
the better part of thirty seconds to regain her composure.  “And
what did you say to that?”

“I teased her about her desire for grandchildren.”

“What did you think?”

He considered what to say for a moment.  “Well, certainly not
before we finish college.”

“No, Alan, that’s not exactly what I’m
asking,” she started, without enough courage to look at him. 
“What do you think about us?”

“Would you even marry me, Katie?”

She thought about giving a very emphatic answer, but not knowing his
thoughts she kept it simple, “I would.”

“Hmmm,” he mused, “I’ll tell you what, if, by
the time we graduate, I can’t find a better gift than an
engagement ring for you, I’ll give you one.”

“Deal,” she laughed, pulling him up from the glider and
back into the house for the last of the wash.

As they folded laundry Alan had a small smile; Kate noticed.

“It’s nice to see you not depressed or scowling,”
she offered.

“I was thinking about our deal we just made.”

“And that made you smile?” she asked.

“It’s just not how I imagined it would be, you know, us
getting engaged.  I imagined getting down on one knee, in some nice
spot I had picked out somewhere...”

“Well, don’t think of it like we got engaged.  You can
still do that if you want,” she promised.

“OK, I’ll consider it a rainy day project,” he
laughed.

“A what?”

“You know, one of those things you put off until the weather
turns bad, like re-alphabetizing your CD collection, or throwing away
old bills.”

“So I guess I should start praying for rain two Junes from
now,” she giggled.

* * *

Alan’s parents had theater tickets that night, and Alan and Kate
were left to fend for themselves for dinner.  He fired up the gas
grill in the back yard and he and Kate had burgers and beer.  After
they cleaned up they went into town and saw a movie, though Alan had
difficulty concentrating.

Back at the house Kate got ready for bed; she would have to return
home in the morning, to unpack her luggage and pack a new bag for
Australia, but tonight she was staying close to Alan.  She slipped
into the shower behind him, startling him.  He turned, and she
embraced him, standing on her tippy-toes to kiss him, and he returned
the kiss hungrily, wrapping himself around her slippery body.

She broke the kiss.  “Foreplay only in the shower.  I need to be
fucked in a bed.”

“I love it when you whisper sweet nothings in my ear,” he
deadpanned, and she cracked up.

After a brief, but nevertheless thorough, washing up, they removed
themselves to the bedroom.  Kate was hungry for him, and she pushed
him down on the bed before he had fully dried off.  He tried to get
up, but she threatened to retrieve his bag of goodies from the closet
and cuff him to the headboard, so he stayed down.  She covered his
body with her own and pressed her lips against his, their tongues
dueling.  Alan realized again just how much he had missed her, how
much of a comfort it was to have her in his life.  For all her
frailties she was his rock, the most stable thing he had going in life
outside his mom and dad.  While he was musing he didn’t even
notice that Kate had broken their kiss and was now laying a trail of
kisses down his chest and belly.

He groaned when she took his dick in her mouth, his hands gently
stroking her black-as-a-raven’s-wing hair.  He allowed himself
to give up control, and came in her mouth, feeling her shudder with
orgasm as he did.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, licking around her lips to capture
the few escaping drops of his ejaculate, “I missed that.”

As she held his member in her hands, caressing it to get him hard
again, she whispered, “And I missed you too.”

Alan kissed her, tasting the last remnants of his sperm on her lips,
then moving down to kiss and lick at her neck.  She purred in
response, her hands working feverishly at his burgeoning erection, and
in no time at all he was fully hard.  He turned her over, so she was
on her back, and descended to be on top of her.  Kate spread her legs
in invitation, groaning quietly as he entered her.

“So long,” she hissed, “It’s been too long,
Alan.  It feels so nice being underneath you.”

He put his mouth on hers and they melted together as he slowly fucked
her, her small whimpers escaping their joined lips.  He kept his place
slow for much longer than usual, and she came more than a few times,
her pussy clenching around him as her body seized and released in
orgasm.

“Oh God,” she muttered after a crashing orgasm,
“Come in me.  If you keep fucking me I think I’m going to
die.”

He kissed her again as he loosed himself within her, and she sighed,
licking their mingled sweat from her upper lip, and then his chest.

* * *

As planned, they met Neil and went to see Karick’s widow.  To
Alan, she seemed surprisingly calm when they broke the news.  She
explained that she was the wife and daughter of soldiers, and she had,
at least on some level, been prepared for this eventuality.  They
settled on some financial arrangement, chief among them that
Karick’s salary continue indefinitely (at Alan’s
insistence), and left.

Twenty-four hours later Alan and Kate were home.  As promised, the
rest of the summer passed fairly uneventfully.  Just before Labor Day,
news came from across the pond that Jack and the Abbot had at long
last determined which of Lord Thornbow’s underlings took
possession of the crystal, and on the holiday itself, while he was
over at the Van Devanters for a barbeque, Jack called to tell him it
had been retrieved.

Kate was about a thirty yards away as Alan spoke on the phone with
Jack; she was chatting with her siblings.  As she watched Alan snap
his phone shut and pocket it, she could almost see a weight lifting
from his shoulders.

* * *

A month into the fall semester Kate was frustrated.  Since she and
Alan had discussed getting married she had cut back on her sleeping
with girls.  It wasn’t really a conscious decision on her part,
nor was it in any way something Alan had brought up, but in the back
of her mind, now that they were semi-engaged, she no longer sought it
out.

The problem was that she was seeing less of Alan.  He had loaded up
his schedule with courses, hoping that a heavy workload, combined with
the past summer session and the next summer session, he would be able
to graduate in three years.  His lack of time for her left her
yearning, a condition she had not been used to since she and Alan had
started fucking.

Picking up the ringing phone she found Scarlet on the other end. 
Since returning to school she had only one brief make out session with
Scarlet, not allowing it to go any further, to both their
disappointments.  Tonight, Kate found herself severely tempted.  She
had intuited that, irony of ironies, Scarlet had been getting her
sapphic release from, of all people, Jenna.  Jenna’s scorn of
Scarlet, and her threat to spread rumors of Scarlet’s
orientation (no matter that they were true) is part of what caused
Kate--but particularly Alan--to break Jenna, turning her into a
bisexual submissive.  Jenna was in fact the only girl Kate had fucked
since returning to campus; she had allowed herself the indulgence
because Alan had been part of that scene.  After that September
threesome she had been able to resist.

“Hey, baby,” Scarlet cooed from the other end of the line.
 “What’s cooking with you and Alan this fine Saturday
night?”

“He’s in the library,” Kate said flatly,
“Again.”

“Oh, poor baby, you’re becoming a library widow.”

“Yeah,” Kate chuckled, “Tell me about it.”

“Well, if you’re looking to play, come over to
Jess’s.  Were having a, uh, little get-together.”

“Oh?  Who’s going to be there?” Kate asked, already
having figured out exactly which kind of “get-together”
Scarlet was hinting at.  She felt her resistance crumbling.  Since
Alan had unleashed her sexuality, her needs had increased to a point
that Alan’s recent lack of time had kept her unsatisfied.

“Oh, you know,” Scarlet answered, “Me, Jess, Jenna,
Nila, and some new girl.  Just a few bottles of wine, and we’ll
see what happens.”

“Sounds fun,” Kate said, “But I have that sociology
essay to finish.”

“Kate, quit lying to me.  You handed that paper in on Thursday. 
I went with you, remember?”

“OK,” Kate said sheepishly. “Sorry.  What
time?”

“Whenever you can make it,” Scarlet giggled. 
“Promise me you’ll COME.”

Both cracked up at that.

Kate studied and killed time on the computer for a few more hours, and
at about eight pm she set out for Jess’s dorm.  On her way there
Alan called her on her cell, and she reluctantly admitted where she
was going, and for what purpose.  She braced herself for his
disapproval, and to her half-relief, half-disappointment, it did not
come.  He did ask her of he could spend the night, and she agreed.

At ten o’clock Alan closed his books and left the library.  He
dropped his stuff off at his dorm, East Campus, and made his way back
across campus to Kate’s dorm at Barnard.  The desk guard called
up to Kate’s room so she could come down and sign him in, but
she wasn’t there.  He tried to hail her on her cell phone, to no
avail.  She had mentioned she was going to “hang out” with
Scarlet and some friends, so he tried Scarlet next, also without
success.  Closing his eyes he did a wide perimeter scan of the
neighborhood.  He never had a problem finding Kate because he knew her
mind so intimately.  Sighing and wishing the desk guard a goodnight he
headed over to Plimpton dorm.  He should have guessed she’d be
there.  Jess Starmer, Scarlet’s first lesbian hookup was an RA
in Plimpton.  As he trudged up Broadway, and then took a right onto
120th Street he tried Kate’s cell again.  No answer.

When he reached Plimpton he had the desk clerk tell him which room was
Jess’s and let him pass without getting signed in.  He took the
elevator a few floors up and made his way down to the end of the hall.
 When he was about halfway down, Jess’s door opened and a girl,
from her looks, a first-year, stumbled out.  She looked in a daze,
almost drunk as she staggered towards him.  She was very attractive,
with pale skin and flowing brown hair, and her brown eyes had a glassy
look, like she was intoxicated with pleasure.  Her Barnard t-shirt was
on backwards and inside-out.  Alan passed her with a smirk, having
already “seen” what was going on in the RA’s room
once he got to the floor.

He knocked; Scarlet opened the door.  Jess didn’t have a
roommate, but as an RA lived alone in a double room.  Scarlet was
naked save a cropped top t-shirt and a fine sheen of sweat.  She
giggled and kissed him on the cheek dragging him inside.  Clothing was
strewn around the room.  Kate was sitting on Jess’s lap, the
tall blonde gently stroking Kate’s slit.

“Hi Kate, glad to see you are enjoying yourself,” he
greeted her.  She shivered as Jess slid two fingers up her.  “Hi
Jess, ladies.” He nodded in a friendly way at Jenna and Nila,
who were sharing an armchair, touching each other gently.

“Hey Alan,” Jess replied.  “Surprised to see you. 
How did you get past security?”

“I have my ways,” he answered with a sly grin.

“Well, then, welcome.  Enjoy the party!”

“I’m, not sure that’s such a smart idea.  I saw the
results of what you did to that girl who just staggered out.”

Jess chuckled, “Who? Simone?  She begged me for two weeks to
come to one of my ‘parties.’  She really wanted to explore
her, um, ‘other’ side, ya know?  I don’t think she
knew what she had signed up for.

“You on the other hand, as I’m led to understand, know
exactly how to treat a woman,” she continued, “Or so
I’m told,” indicating Kate, Scarlet, and Jenna, with bobs
of her head.  Her fingers inside Kate were quickening as she rubbed
Kate’s clit with her thumb.  Kate was starting to gasp with
pleasure, her tight little butt grinding into Jess’s lap.

“I never kiss and tell,” he riposted

“So are you just stopping by, or are you here to have some
fun?”

“I’m allowed to join in?” he asked, grinning. 
“I thought this was Ladies Night.”

“Well, there are five of us here.  I’m sure some of the
others can make use of you,” Jess replied.  She was faithful--in
her own special way--to her fiancé back in Los Angeles, and only had
sex with women when they were apart.

Alan looked down when he felt someone on the floor press against his
legs.  It was Nila, a very petite engineering student he had taken a
few classes with in years past.  She was of Indian heritage, her
parents having immigrated from the subcontinent before she was born. 
She had a thick Queens accent.

“So, Alan, you wanna to play?” she asked, taking hold of
him by his belt.

He looked over at Kate, who was looking glassy-eyed, like he had seen
Simone looking in the hall.  “Kate?” he started, “Do
you think I should play?”

Kate shivered under the touch of Jess, and could only nod in response.
 Nila unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and shorts down all at
once, gasping as his large dick sprang up at her.  “It’s
beautiful,” she hissed.

“Nila has only limited experience with cock,” Jess
deadpanned.  “But I must agree, you are, ah, gifted, in that
department,” she said, licking her lips.

Nila grasped it with her little hands, her thumb and index finger
circling the shaft, barely touching.  She settled herself in front of
him, her knees dug into the rug, her little buttocks resting on the
back of her calves.  Jenna joined her, taking the same position to her
left.  She kissed the head of his dick, and then pulled back, allowing
Jenna to repeat the action.

“I’ve sucked off a few guys,” Nila confessed, her
voice a bare whisper, her eyes locked with Alan’s.  “But I
never let a guy fuck me.  When I met Jess I found I really liked
eating pussy, and I thought I was a lesbian. I was never one of those
LUG’s, I just liked licking slit.”  Jenna licked all
around Alan’s penis as Nila shared her sexual history with the
group.  “I guess you could say I’m an oral sort of
gal.”  She took Alan’s member away from Jenna, sucking the
head and a few inches of the shaft into her mouth, until the head just
reached the entrance of her throat. She gagged slightly and pulled
back a little, allowing her tongue to swirl around the crown of his
cock.  Jenna, with no dick to occupy her, started rubbing Nila’s
fuzzy pussy, occasionally flicking the Indian girl’s clit,
sometimes inching a finger into her.  Nila moaned, her mouth full of
Alan, and he growled at the sensation of her mouth vibrating around
him.

In the background he heard Kate orgasm, and by the time he mustered
the concentration to turn his face away from Nila’s piercing
dark eyes he could see Kate and Jess on the bed, Kate kneeling between
 the blonde Californian’s almost impossibly long legs, her
tongue gently stroking Jess’s pussy, her nose rubbing through
Jess’s golden pubic hair.  Nila redoubled her efforts to make
Alan turn his attention back to the blowjob she was providing, and he
swiftly complied.  Nila was shaking visibly as she blew him, mostly
due to Jenna’s fingering job, but partly at the thought of how
the whole night was developing now that Alan was here.  She knew that
any man who could keep Kate satisfied in bed was sure to be an
outstanding lover, and though Kate was extremely circumspect about her
sex life with him, Jenna was far less reticent about sharing the dirty
details.  Just a few weekends ago she had spent the night with Jenna,
and the blonde Texan had told of the previous semesters activities.

Nila was aware that Kate had a kinky streak, noticeably visible when
she considered Kate’s nipple piercings and bare crotch, but the
perversions that Jenna had described, the spanking, the anal sex, her
submission to Alan and Kate, symbolized by the butt plug, hearing
those descriptions really turned Nila at the time, giving her one of
her fiercest orgasms in memory.  When Alan had entered the room this
night Nila had half decided that she would give him her cherry, but
hadn’t decided whether it was to be this night or some other. 
As she concentrated on giving him oral pleasure, and though distracted
by Jenna’s talented fingers, she was quickly coming to a
realization that the time was ripe.  She did not know that Alan was
using his influence to help her come to this decision.

She spat Alan’s cock from her mouth, drool covering her chin and
dripping down onto her perky breasts.  Grabbing Alan by the wrist she
pulled him to the spare bed.  As he allowed himself to be pulled along
by Nila he glanced behind him, seeing that Kate was still licking
Jess’s pussy, and Scarlet, whom he’d almost forgotten
about, was fucking Kate from behind with a strap-on dildo.  Kate was
grunting into Jess’s pussy as Scarlet pounded her, and Jess had
a firm grip on Kate’s long raven tresses.

Jenna laid down on the bed first, and Nila lounged between her legs,
her back pressed into Jenna’s tits, legs spread wide.  Alan
could see the moisture clinging to Nila’s sparse black bush as
he positioned himself on top of her and Jenna.  Jenna reached behind
herself on the bed and pulled one of the myriad of pillows and slid it
under Nila’s elfin ass.

“Please,” she whimpered, her body trembling as she felt
the blunt head of his cock make contact with her sticky labial lips,
“Be gentle.”

“Nila’s a virgin,” Jess declared from across the
room.  “I offered to pop it for her, but she didn’t let. 
I guess she’s just an old fashioned kind of girl.”  The
trio on the other bed had finished their go ‘round, and Alan
could hear in Jess’s voice that she was still trying to catch
her breath.  This information was not news to him, but he had to
pretend it was so.

He looked down at her, and she confirmed it with a look that even a
non-mind reader would be able to catch.  He pushed in very slowly,
halting as he came to rest against her maidenhead.  He was
concentrating hard, and so instead of talking, he sent out mental
commands.  Jess and Kate crossed the room and each took hold of
Nila’s legs, one on each side, gently brushing their hands over
her calves in a soothing manner.  Scarlet sat on the bed next to Nila
and with her right hand teased a nipple, and with her left gently
caressed her stretched-out pussy lips.  Jenna, who was half behind
Nila, and half underneath her, teased the other nipple and massaged
the Indian girl’s clitoris.  In less than a minute Nila was
gasping and moaning, her body shaking harder than before; Kate and
Jess had to take a firmer grasp on her lower extremities, as most of
her herky-jerky action was happening below her waist.  Jenna was
cooing into Nila’s ear assuring her that everything would be all
right, as the dusky-skinned bucked up and down, Alan’s cock
rubbing against her thin hymen.  Suddenly her eyes rolled up into her
sockets and her whole body stiffened and seized.  She screamed in
orgasm as her girlfriends massaged and manipulated her.  Partway
through her climax her cute little butt came off the pillow and her
hips rolled towards Alan.  Without him moving an inch the head of his
cock pierced her cherry, and she screamed and howled in pain mixed
with pleasure.

“Oh my God!” she wailed as Alan began to move once again,
pressing himself deeper into her pulsating channel.  “Yes! More!
Please, please, please,” she screamed as Alan began pushing and
pulling his manhood within her.  Her eyes rolled back again, and she
screamed out another orgasm as his shaft rubbed against her clit and
Jenna’s fingertips.  Scarlet leaned over her and pressed their
lips together, and Nila opened her mouth, admitting the
redhead’s tongue.  Alan was unrelenting, and she could not
breathe with peak efficiency with Scarlet in her mouth.  With her next
earth-shaking climax she broke away from Scarlet’s kiss,
screeched so loud that she almost caused damage the ears in the room,
and passed out, a huge smile plastered on her face.  Jess put on a
robe and went to the bathroom, returning with two warm wet washcloth. 
Alan slowly withdrew from Nila, and Jess and Kate cleaned the two of
them, washing away the crimson traces from Alan’s penis and
Nila’s pubis.

“Well, there’s a first time she’ll never
forget,” Jenna chuckled as she extricated herself out from
underneath the slumbering, no longer virgin Nila.  “That is, of
course, if you didn’t kill her.”

Playtime continued until after one in the morning.  Alan fucked all
the women save Jess.  About an hour after her deflowering Nila awoke. 
A tad stiff at first she decided to watch for a bit.  Alan was sitting
in the arm chair, and Jenna was in his lap bopping up and down on his
erection.  It took a few minutes before Nila realized that Alan was
fucking her ass.  Actually she would not have known if Jenna
hadn’t screamed, “Fuck my little asshole with your monster
cock, you bastard!”  Nila’s eyes widened in shock.  Kate
saw this and shot her a sly grin before kneeling before the fucking
pair, and burying her face in Jenna’s hairless pussy.  Jenna
screamed loudly as she came, bucking so hard she fell off of
Alan’s dick and onto Kate, both of them hitting the deck in a
tangle of arms and legs.  Kate immediately popped up and took
Jenna’s place on Alan’s cock, first sliding her pussy down
his length for a few minutes, just long enough for her to come, her
pussy undulating around his shaft.  When she recovered she lifted up
and Alan guided his erection to her rear passage.  Kate kept quiet as
she rode her tightest passage up and down his massive organ, and she
locked eyes with Nila, who by that time was able to sit up.

Nila’s attention was fixed on the scene of Alan and Kate
fucking.  She was almost hypnotized watching it, and when Kate
beckoned her over with a wave of her hand, Nila went without thinking
at all, kneeling as she saw Kate do when Alan was reaming out Jenna. 
She bent over and licked at Kate’s bald pussy, avoiding as best
she could Alan’s dick.  She may have been euphoric with
pleasure, but tasting Kate’s ass on Alan’s penis was not
something she remotely considered erotic.

As Alan, Kate, and Scarlet left Nila, Jenna, and Jess were  pushing
the two beds together and settling down for the night.  When they
reached the elevator Scarlet started laughing, and the other two
looked to find the source of their amusement.  Curled up in a ball
adjacent to the elevator doors was Simone, the first-year whom Alan
had seen stagger out of Jess’s room hours before.  Alan helped
her to her feet, and the three of them took her back to Sulzberger,
her dorm on the Barnard side of campus.  Alan and Kate bid Scarlet
adieu on the west side of Broadway and crossed back to East Campus. 
Less than a minute after the door was closed and the lights turned off
both were asleep in each other’s arms.

* * * 

It was not until mid-November until Alan saw Jack.  It was taking
months to dismantle Thornbow’s network of spies and goons.  Mr.
Patel, His Lordship’s former right hand man, was recalled from
his unplanned retirement to assist.  “By the time I’m done
with him,” Jack boasted in a phone conversation with Alan,
“That bastard wont even remember having a step-brother.”

The Abbot and the stone had returned to Japan, but Michiko had
remained in Britain to assist Jack and the team.  Just before Jack
came back to New York, Alan had read a story in the New York Times
about the high rate of murder and disappearance plaguing the upper
level of Tokyo’s leading crime family.  The article was filled
with quotes from Japanese law enforcement, speculating about what was
happening; Alan had a firmer grasp on what was happening than those
policemen did, despite never having visited Japan.

They gathered at Jack’s completely restored townhouse for a
celebratory dinner, plenty of wine and merriment evident around the
long table.  Peter looked relieved to be back in his native land, and
was red-faced from alcohol almost as soon as the festivities
commenced.  When the party was over and Alan was making to leave and
head back to campus he was surprised to see Michiko follow him out the
door.  She walked him to the end of the block and stood as he waited
for a taxi.

“Do you remember that night?  The night the Abbot came, and I
was moved from the office to Jack’s guest room?  When I told you
that one day we would have a very important conversation?”

Alan nodded.

“That day is tomorrow.”  She gave him a small kiss on the
cheek and pushed him into his cab.

NEXT CHAPTER: Occidents Will Happen

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