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First let me say this is fiction. I use a scenario which is
impossible and even if such a thing could happen I doubt that an
instantaneous change nature of the one I describe would be survivable.
Therefore any laws of psychology, physics, or magic I have broken are not
in effect in the universe I am creating here.
Now on to the other boring stuff... This work contains graphic
descriptions of sex and violence and is therefore not appropriate reading
for children. Treat it like poison and lock it out of their reach.
Other than that there may be a minor involved in sexual relations with
an adult in this fiction. If you don't want to read about such things
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One further note this section has no sex but is integral to the story
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happening.
For the rest of you who obviously want to see what is written below,
ENJOY!
TGIF (TG, INC, FANT)
BY A SHY BOY
John, like most modern men (and women) had forgotten the power of the
spoken word.
While John was not stupid he could not be expected to recognize the
danger presented when he casually spoke with Margaret (a.k.a. Margo)
while at the company's Christmas party. As an outside sales rep he had
little contact with the home office and so really did not know just who
Margo was. However he had one fatal attraction - he could never pass up
the sight of a beautifully pregnant woman. And Margo was a stunner even
when she wasn't pregnant.
Tom, Margo's brother, was the owner of the company where John and
Margo worked. That alone should have caused John to steer clear of
Margo. After all even John was aware that Tom was a jealous bastard.
But John had no idea that Margo was Tom's sister and certainly didn't
know that Tom had blackmailed Margo into having sex with him and the baby
she was carrying was the result. Margo for her part valiantly tried to
avoid any conversation with the handsome stranger (well she knew who he
was and what he did for her brother) but really all men except her
brother were strangers to her.
John for his part knew that there was something wrong when the
ravishing redhead he had spotted earlier that evening never seemed to
have any one even approach her. Sure the office girls could be shunning
her he supposed but that shouldn't keep the men from being drawn to her
like moths to a flame. The first time John had circulated near the
ravishing redhead he had checked to see if she was wearing a wedding or
engagement band. When he saw none in evidence he had retreated for a few
minutes and watched to see if anyone seemed to be guarding the girl.
While no one he could see was watching the girl he had forgotten about
the cameras which were Tom's trademark. Tom was at best a petty
blackmailer, at worst he was an overbearing boor with a tendency to
violence, using his security company to gather information which he then
sold. Either back to the person on whom it was collected or to their
enemies depending on who he was able to use to the greatest advantage.
John had no knowledge of the enforcers Tom used to guard that which he
considered his private property. After all John was just a field
representative selling the company's services in other cities.
Margo and the local staff were quite aware that Tom had put an off
limits on her some time ago. Some of the women and not a few of the men
who worked in the main office suspected that Margo was carrying Tom's
baby and they were properly scandalized. But because they were aware of
the fate of those who crossed Tom they kept their mouths shut as much as
possible. After all Tom had been known to fire an employee for nothing
more than expressing a contrary opinion in the washroom.
To give John his due he was circumspect in approaching Margo. Never
walking straight up to her; just slowly working his way across the room
discussing sales trends and new equipment or gossiping as he shifted
randomly from group to group. Steadily working his way across the room
closer and closer to his goal of standing near the beautiful red haired
girl who looked so unhappy to be at this mandatory party.
Finally John had managed to work his way into a group which was
standing near the beautiful girl he had been attempting to approach all
evening. He maneuvered himself so as to be near her but with his back to
her at first. Only after a few moments seeming to notice her and turned
to introduce himself saying, "Hello gorgeous. I'm John, and I'd like to
know your name."
The girl had blushed and answered, "Margo."
John wondered if Margo's reaction was because she thought she wasn't
beautiful being pregnant and said as much "Just because you're pregnant
doesn't mean that you aren't beautiful."
"I know."
"Where do you work?"
"The office."
"Are you married?"
"No."
"Would you dance with me?" John was beginning to wonder whether Margo
was more than shy. Still, being single and on the road quite a bit once
in awhile he had just the slightest urge to settle down. And of course
being a salesman he wasn't about to give up so easily to Margo's cool
front.
"No."
"You don't like to dance?"
"I can't." Margo pointed to her middle which was sticking out quite a
bit.
"A slow dance then?"
"No."
John was getting frustrated now it was rare for any woman to resist
his good looks although he rarely practiced seduction. He decided to try
one more question. "You don't like men?" He was shooting in the dark
but something was definitely out of place about Margo.
"I do."
John was about to ask if Margo would like to find a quieter place to
talk thinking that the music and free flowing booze might be off-putting
to her, when a gorgeous girl with flowing black hair slipped her arm
around his waist and said archly to Margo, "You've been monopolizing this
hunk for too long, dear."
John was stunned for a moment. While he knew he wasn't particularly
bad looking it had been a while since he had been described as a hunk
especially by anyone like the raven-haired beauty who was leading him
away from Margo with whom he had hoped to become better acquainted.
Still, being male he was more than slightly flattered by the sudden
female attention he was receiving.
Before he was truly aware of what had occurred the woman who had
accosted him had led him to the bar. "What's your poison?" his companion
asked almost as an afterthought.
A slight shiver of fear stirred deep in John's mind but was stifled by
his male bravado and the alcohol he had already consumed during the
evening. "As long as Tom is buying I'll have the good stuff, give me a
Mickey's if you've still got one." He told the bartender knowing that it
would take longer for beer to hit him than for the whisky he'd been
drinking earlier.
The bartender handed John the short green bottle and sneered a bit
"Calling it a night now?"
"Just easing back so I don't have to be carried out."
The woman who had attached herself to him began to edge John away from
the bar. "Don't you guys know how to be civil about drinking?"
"You're sure one to talk," John shot back, "walking up and being
bitchy like that to Margo." As soon as the words left his mouth he
wondered what had made him say such a rude thing. "I think I better find
somewhere to sit. I really don't know what made me say that I'm not that
drunk." John almost stumbled over his words trying to apologize for his
drink inspired candor.
"And pray tell what do you know about women? And Margo especially?"
The raven haired beauty asked John a bit harshly.
"If that were my baby she wouldn't be standing there alone. I'd be
shouting from the rooftops what a lucky guy I was and how proud I was
that she was having my baby."
"Humph I don't think you have a clue about having a baby."
"Well I know I'd like to strangle whoever left her alone like that."
"Brave words for a man," she taunted, "*You* can't get pregnant."
"Yeah, but I still wouldn't have left her alone."
"You just did."
"Now just a minute you came up to me and practically dragged me away
from Margo."
"In her case you don't know the whole story. I was protecting her.
Tom can be a bastard."
That nearly brought John to his feet. "Tom!? He isn't even with her!"
He said forcefully, "Only an asshole like him could leave a beautiful
girl like her out here alone like that. I could learn to hate him more
than I do now."
"Join the club." While the woman's voice was quieter than John's she
still conveyed a wealth of venom.
John looked around for their erstwhile host wondering slightly whether
he was in any danger. *Well Tom might be in for a slight surprise if he
tried the mild mannered salesman he had hired two years ago straight out
of the army.* John almost grinned as the thought crossed his mind. "Too
bad I can't protect Margo from that bastard." he thought aloud.
John's last comment seemed to animate his companion in a way nothing
else had during the evening. "You stay here a minute, I'll be right
back. By the way I'm Lisle, and Margo is a friend from college."
John watched the strange woman as she approached Margo directly.
Suddenly he had a good deal of respect for her. *Either she has brass
balls or more money than she can spend,* he decided grinning a bit to
himself at using that expression with regard to a woman.
Margo shook her head a couple of times and frowned. Then Lisle got a
determined look on her face and left Margo alone again. Lisle went
directly to the bar and said something to the bartender. He shook his
head, Lisle's face set once more, and she spoke to him a second time, he
shook his head negatively, a hard look in his eyes as well.
Lisle disappeared for a few moments through the door the caterers were
using then she was back at the table where she had left John. She handed
him a spicy tomato based drink saying, "this ought to clear your head
some."
John sipped the drink cautiously well aware of some of the concoctions
put together by people to supposedly cure hangovers or intoxication.
Other than being three alarm spicy the drink seemed to be nothing more
than tomato juice. Still it didn't pay to be less than cautious.
After a few sips John felt his head begin to clear and pushed the
drink away wondering what sort of stimulant Lisle had used to spike the
drink.
Lisle noticed John's concern and smiled as she said, "You don't have
to worry about that; I only added something to help break down the alcohol
in your system."
John still didn't touch the drink as he'd never heard of anything that
would speed the removal of alcohol from one's system.
He was sitting toying with the drink wondering how he could get to
know Margo with Tom being so jealous of her attention yet obviously
callous of her feelings. When Lisle interrupted his thoughts and said,
"Would you really like to help Margo?"
John looked at her astonished wondering if Lisle could read minds. "I
would help if it didn't put her in danger." John answered hesitating
only slightly as he continued to consider possible avenues to approach
someone under Tom's watchful eye.
Lisle looked at John searchingly while she considered his answer.
"Just what have you got in mind?"
"I'm not sure yet I'd bet he has at least two dedicated cameras on her
and maybe even a mike or two both here and where she lives."
"Good thinking. Tom at least hires people who have done surveillance
even if he uses them roughly."
"*You* don't work for the company?" John wondered aloud, while
spouses were allowed the party was fairly exclusive. Usually only
spouses were allowed as Tom liked to dictate to everyone what they could
and could not do.
"I'm Margo's friend and I came whether or not that petty tyrant wants
me to or not."
"About the only way you could do anything about Tom would be to be
invisible."
"And the only way you could help Margo I think would be to be inside
her head."
John toyed with the drink Lisle had given him earlier a moment before
he went on with the conversation. "Well neither of us can do either of
those things. So what can we do?"
"I'm working on something. Why don't you finish that drink so you can
get out of here before Tom decides to call his goon squad."
"Are sure you're not out to get me for Tom?"
"I'm not and if I didn't care what happened I would have left you
talking to Margo and bull neck over there would have come and broken a
few of your bones." Lisle pointed to an ugly fellow on the far edge of
the room.
"Will I be safe leaving the party?"
"If you go with me you should be."
"What are you - a third degree black belt?"
"No, I just have lots of friends who wear blue uniforms."
John sipped at his drink experimentally. When it didn't seem to have
as profound an effect as the first swallow he slowly finished it and
said, "Well I guess we'd better make a show of leaving together since Tom
will probably be watching to make sure you protect his property."
"You don't have to be snide about it - but it will be better for us to
leave at the same time."
They got to their feet and made their way to the parking structure.
"You know," John said as they entered the darkened parking garage "I
don't think I should drive just yet. Would you take me to my apartment?"
"I bet you say that to all the pretty girls who pick you up from a
party."
"Only when it is true."
"Well my car is over there if you really need me to drive you."
As they entered the even darker alcove where Lisle's car was parked a
man in a black coverall stepped behind John and threw a garrote around
his neck.
Lisle knew the moment that John went down there would be trouble. She
turned on his attacker straight arming him then kneeing him in the groin,
as he doubled over to protect his family heirlooms Lisle finished the man
with a short powerful punch to the nose and a sharp blow with her pistol
to the back of his head.
When she was certain that the assailant was alone and not moving she
pulled out her cell phone and called the police dispatcher.
"This is officer Band and I need an ambulance on the third level of
ABC security's garage. Send a blue, I've got a prisoner."
Lisle checked John's pulse; it was slow and strong. Then she checked
on the man she had knocked down; he was breathing a little raggedly
through his nose which she had broken. Not wishing to deal with his
being aggressive when he woke up she withdrew two zip ties from her purse
and proceeded to immobilize his wrists using his belt.
Her concerns about additional attacks lessened Lisle listened for the
sirens of the ambulance and police she knew should be arriving any
moment. Judging that she still had a few minutes to achieve her ends she
knelt beside John.
"So you want to get inside Margo's head and help her do you? We'll
just see what we can do about that." She placed an amulet around John's
neck and withdrew a small vial of clear liquid from her purse. In her
other hand she held a small hypodermic with which she expertly drew up a
small amount of the fluid in the vial. She rolled back John's sleeve and
found a vein into which she injected the potion she had just prepared.
Johns eyes fluttered open for a moment and Lisle patted his hand while
she murmured, "Don't worry you're going to get to know Margo a lot better
than you ever imagined. I need someone to get inside ABC and take Tom
down a notch or two and Margo is as close as anyone can get to him."
John heard Lisle tell him he'd get to know Margo more intimately then
his world went black.
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