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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

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Body Guards II: Stolen Secrets - Chapter 11 (MH, HfH)
(C)Copyright 2005 - Shakes Peer2B
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Stephanie was ready for a weekend marathon of non-stop sex, but couldn't 
hide the soreness in her pussy and acceded gracefully to Wei's demand 
that she give it some time to heal before starting again.  I was 
grateful because I was a little sore, too, and I still wanted more time 
with Jun.

Jun, being the kind-hearted soul that she was, laughed at my condition 
on the way back to my place and said, "That's okay, Darren.  We'll just 
use my cock for the rest of the weekend and give your poor abused 
pee-pee a rest!"

I grinned at the implications of that, and though I didn't think my 
trauma was quite that severe, her solution held a certain appeal.

Before sunrise on Monday morning, the six of us found ourselves again 
following Master Sung through a new series of Tai Chi exercises.

"All things have energy." He stated, continuing his fluid motions. "A 
master of his chi can seek out and use that energy.  Ancient warriors 
were known to cause inanimate objects to fly at their opponents through 
the power of their chi.  This has been dramatized in motion pictures and 
modern fiction.  What is not so widely known is that most of the 
warriors who were capable of such feats were better known, in their day, 
as healers.  With the power of their chi they could remove an arrowhead 
lodged deep in a wound, or separate the poison from a person's blood, 
and even close a gaping wound as if it never existed."

I flashed back to the Museum in the Festung Hohensalzburg when Sun and 
Jun had guided me through the exercise of removing the bullet from 
Talibah's body.  Why had we never investigated other uses for that 
power?  I had no answer other than that we had other things on our minds.

With our memory of that episode available to all as a guide, however, 
all of us, including Stephanie, astounded Master Sung with our ability 
to thread needles and pass basketballs around, and even to heave spears 
into a bullseye without touching them.

Master Sung, praising himself for being such a great teacher, then moved 
us on to the more delicate tasks of fooling electronic devices.  We saw 
no need to burst his bubble, and simply continued with the lessons.

The remainder of the week found us practicing various techniques for 
baffling electronic sensors.  Some could simply be 'frozen' so that they 
never deviated from their 'normal' states.  With others, particularly 
digital devices, we learned to detect and repeat the 'normal' signals 
while blocking the signals that warned of our presence.  Thermal sensors 
could be negated by using our chi to absorb the extra heat of our bodies 
and pass it on to something else. We even got good enough to filter our 
images out of a video signal.

The Gemini people were going crazy trying to track us as we disappeared 
from both sight and sensors and then reappeared in a totally different 
part of the estate.  Stephanie entertained thoughts of how easy it would 
be to sneak out past the security people, until we reminded her that WE 
would always know where she was.  That was the power of this shared 
link.  We could disappear from every known method of detecting our 
presence, but we would always know where each of the others of our team 
were.  Now we began to understand the Master's insistence on teaching us 
these skills before we undertook our next mission.

Friday evening found us gathered in Steve Hastings' study going over 
last-minute plans for what we hoped would be our final mission to DC.

"Between what we got from the CIA, and what you retrieved from the 
computers in the House and Senate office buildings, we have enough solid 
evidence to have them convicted several times over for treason, fraud, 
abuse of power and God knows how many election law violations." Hastings 
said.  "You will be able to gather a bit more evidence if you give the 
bugs time to work and return to their garage, but it's not absolutely 
necessary.  They're going to tell you that they've got the Press in 
their pocket as well as the judiciary, but they forget the old saying 
that 'What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.'  I've been 
investing heavily in media companies, and own a couple outright.  I'm 
also a big stockholder in several others, as well as a big advertiser, 
so this will get enough objective coverage to make a difference.  As for 
the judiciary, we have some leverage there, as well.  Most of this 
administration's appointees have skeletons in their closets that we can 
rattle, if need be, as do most of the sitting justices.  I'm not looking 
to force a particular outcome on them, mind you, but I'll make damned 
sure they remain impartial. I'll break it through a friend of mine who 
writes for the Chronicle.  He'll appreciate the scoop."

The mission was set for Tuesday night, and while Stephanie was not to 
leave California, she would act as our communication base, letting 
others know what was going on. We debated with Steve over the roles we 
should play in this.  I had been the front man with the Deputy Chief of 
Staff and the Senate Majority Leader, and I thought it would be good to 
have one of the G-girls take down the Prez and VP, but Hastings 
insisted, with the girls' backing, that it would be better to have me, 
as a veteran of one of their wars and the victim of their attacks, to be 
hatchet man.

For practice, and because the government's watchdogs might be watching 
for our return, we purchased our tickets under assumed identities and 
remained invisible to airport surveillance at both ends of our flights. 
  Anyone who wanted to check would find that we had used the tickets we 
bought, but they would not find a video record of our passage through 
the airport, either at San Francisco or Dulles.

Tuesday afternoon, each of us, individually, followed a careless 
badgeholder through the security gates and into the White House without 
raising any alarms.

Making our way through the busy hallways of the West Wing took all of 
our new skills as well as some of the old.  You can fool sight and 
hearing, but touch will override them if you allow a solid contact, so 
we had to be very careful, especially when passing doorways or turning 
corners, not to collide with anyone.  It helped to have 'the Sight,' 
since, through the eyes of my chi each of us could avoid being overtaken 
and accidentally bumped from behind, as well.

We could detect a number of new sensors and video cameras that had been 
added recently, and those added to our burden.  I was beginning to 
appreciated Master Sung's insistence on driving us so hard to maintain 
our 'camouflage' even under extreme circumstances.

The 'Shadow Staff' meeting was scheduled to be held at 7:00PM, according 
to documents recovered from various computers, and Jun and I were 
already in the Oval office, waiting, invisible, as the President's 
closest 'unofficial' advisors filed in.

The President's Secret Service agents, including an extra contingent, 
undoubtedly brought in after the former Deputy Chief of Staff's warning, 
were dismissed for this meeting, and as soon as the doors closed behind 
them, Jun and I revealed ourselves to the President.  Only he could see 
or hear us as we ordered him to dismiss the advisors except for the Vice 
President.

Naturally, he called for Secret Service.  Unfortunately for him, they 
could neither hear his call nor see that anything was amiss, thanks to 
interference from Mei and Sun.  The others in the room looked at each 
other as though the President had finally lost it.

"No one can see or hear us except you, Mr. President." I told him, and 
he looked around to notice, for the first time, that the others were 
whispering guardedly to each other. "If you don't dismiss them, they're 
all going to think you've gone off the deep end.  Of course, that would 
serve our purpose almost as well, but we'd prefer to do this more quietly."

He may have been ignorant and illiterate, but he did retain a modicum of 
intelligence.

"Uh, somethin's come up that I need to take care of." He told the 
others. "I'll have my sec'tary call y'all to re-schedule.  If you'd just 
kinda hang back, Mr. Vice President, I need to talk to ya."

Amid muttering and speculation about the President's mental health, the 
other filed out.

"When your secretary asks, tell her not to disturb you until further 
notice." I told him.  I could see the Secretary approaching the door 
through the eyes of Sun, who was stationed outside the office.  The 
sudden departure of the meeting attendees probably had her worried.

I should have realized that they would have set up a number of coded 
phrases for the President to use to warn his secretary in an emergency, 
and when I felt the secretary's alarm level rise, I didn't need Jun's 
warning to tell me he must have used one of them.

"You just don't know when to leave well enough alone, do you Mr. 
President." I admonished him as Jun knocked the Secretary unconscious.

I finally allowed the confused Vice President to see who was addressing 
the President, noting idly that the 'bug' that had been sucking the data 
out of the Presidential computer, had re-docked in my shoe.

"I do not believe that the former Deputy Chief of Staff failed to 
deliver our message to you." I addressed the two of them. "So I have to 
assume that you chose to ignore it.  Perhaps you thought that, here in 
the security of the White House, we couldn't touch you.  As you can see, 
not only can we touch you, if we chose to do so, we could kill you both 
with no one the wiser.  Every instinct I have tells me that you two need 
killing worse than anyone I've done before, but there are other 
considerations, so I'll deliver this last warning, and if you don't heed 
it, your party will take a long time recovering from the scandal that 
will erupt."

I stuck the DVD I was carrying into the President's computer and turned 
the monitor so both of them could see.  Document after document, photo 
after photo, and even a few video clips laid out the case against them 
in a pre-programmed Flash presentation.  The two were silent, except for 
occasional glances at each other and at me, but I could feel their 
consternation.  All the other things that had come up they had been able 
to shove aside by creating one emergency or another until the press lost 
interest.  This much stuff was going to be hard to sweep under the rug, 
especially after I pointed out that the original digital signature 
certifications on the PDF files were still intact - proof that the 
documents hadn't been tampered with.

"By tomorrow evening, every major media outlet will have copies of this, 
if you two haven't resigned."  I said. "By the next morning, every 
member of Congress and the Senate will have their own copies, along with 
witness lists and corroborating evidence."

I'll have to say that the President surprised me when he smiled, despite 
his misgivings, and in his good ol' boy accent, said, "You don't think 
any of them newspapers or TV networks are going to cover this, do ya, 
son? Ain't you figgered out yet that they only air what we tell 'em to?"

"You might want to re-check your facts there, Mr. President." I said 
calmly. "There's been a lot of media stock changing hands in the last 
few months, and I'm willing to bet that hard times are ahead for any 
newspaper or network that doesn't give this thorough, objective 
coverage.  Even Mr. Murdoch might find it hard to stay in business if he 
suppresses this.  But hey, it's no skin off my nose.  If you want to 
take the chance, well, frankly, I hope you do."

I turned to the Vice President who stood watching this interchange, and 
trying to figure his own way out. "You've been pretty busy lately, Mr. 
Vice President.  You probably didn't notice that there was a big shift 
in board membership at the last Halliburton stockholder's meeting. 
Seems the new board members are calling for an investigation into 
Halliburton's involvement in defrauding the government and misusing 
funds intended for the war effort in Iraq."

The VP's face went suddenly pale, and my chi detected the beginnings of 
something going wrong in his chest.  Almost without thinking, I 
'reached' in and removed the blockage from a couple of arteries feeding 
blood to his heart muscle, turning back a couple of decades of 
deterioration.

"You aren't getting off that easy, sir." I told him, as he felt the 
crisis pass. "I want you alive and able to understand everything that's 
about to happen to you."

"What do you mean?" he asked, feeling in wonder at his chest that was no 
longer generating pain.

"I mean that you aren't going to need another bypass operation." I 
replied, smiling. "I've cleared those pesky arteries for you so that you 
can live through the stresses of the next few years and feel the wrath 
of those who are about to come down on you for what you've done.  You 
think Nixon had it tough?  You two probably should find a cave to live 
in somewhere, because things are going to be very unpleasant for a 
while.  Maybe your buddy Osama will make room for you in his cave, what 
do you think?"

The VP's face got beet red and I feared I'd have to go looking for signs 
of a stroke, too. "I'll get you and whoever you work for, sonny, if it's 
the last thing I do!"

I stepped right up into his face, looking down from several inches of 
height advantage. "Please, please try, MISTER Vice President. It would 
be the very best gift anyone could give me, ever."

"Before you do." Jun spoke for the first time. "You should know that the 
CIA has tried three times, once with the help of Al-Qaeda, to kill this 
man. The Chinese government has also tried to 'get' this man.  Yet here 
he stands, undetected, close enough to break your neck, in one of the 
most secure buildings in the world, and very much alive.  Just how do 
you think YOU," there was a definite sneer in her voice as she said 
that, "can succeed where they have failed? Your government tried to kill 
him and as a result, it is in the middle of a thorough housecleaning. 
Do you want to take the chance of making him REALLY angry?"

Jun's laugh, somehow, was both sinister and derisive. I wanted to blush.

'What's that all about?' I sent to her. 'You know I haven't done all 
that alone.'

'Yes, I know, but he doesn't,' she replied, 'and I've got no problem 
with him fearing you.  If it keeps him from bothering us in the future, 
so much the better.'

'You're very devious.' Was my response. 'I knew there was a reason I 
fell in love with you!'

She was about to answer, but just then Wei let us know that she had 
collected all the bugs sent to tap into other computers in the building, 
including the Vice President's.

I removed the DVD from the President's computer, and bade our hosts a 
good evening.  Of course, the alarm was raised before we got anywhere 
near the exits of the building, but not even the locked security doors 
could keep us in.  A quick manipulation of the electronics controlling 
the lock on one of the side doors, a mental bypass of its open/closed 
sensor, and the three of us joined Mei and Wei outside.  We passed 
several patrolling guards and made it to the fence without incident, but 
there was no way we were going to open the gate and slip through it 
without attracting the attention of at least one of the security guards 
nearby.

Finding a deserted stretch of fence, I used my chi to toss the Gemini 
girls, one at a time, to the other side, dropping them gently on the 
sidewalk.  The four of them then returned the favor, and soon, we were 
strolling up Pennsylvania avenue mingling with crowds who  didn't know 
we were there. The streets were abuzz with black SUV's and it was 
difficult to maintain our invisibility, but, working together we managed 
to cover each other.  Stephanie, from her room in California, was 
engrossed in the drama we were living and kept reminding us whenever our 
concentration would begin to slip.

With Steph's help, we hitched a ride, unbeknownst to the driver, on a 
semi headed south.  From Atlanta, we caught flights to five different 
parts of the country, then, using different assumed names, bought 
tickets and flew back to SFO, Oakland, and San Jose.

Sure enough, the next morning, the news was usurped by the story that 
the President and Vice President had decided, for personal reasons, to 
step down and retire from politics.  The Speaker of the House was sworn 
in as President that same day.  He was a crook, too, but his dishonesty 
was pretty much the same as every other politician's.

The special elections, investigations into charges of fraud and misuse 
of government funds in Iraq, and plans for an orderly withdrawal of 
troops from Iraq occupied the news for the next seven months, while 
Master Sung drilled us relentlessly in our new skills. Walking on walls 
and ceilings became almost habitual, and by the end of the second month, 
staying invisible while keeping a number of different sensors unaware of 
our presence was second nature.  A couple of the Gemini guards even quit 
because of the stress of trying to keep track of six people who could 
appear and disappear at will.

About a month and a half after our return from DC, Frank bought a house, 
and Talibah and her mother moved in with him.  This was kind of a relief 
for me, since it meant fewer awkward meetings with them.  I confess to 
even, on occasion, using my ability to disappear so I wouldn't run into 
them.  Jun chided me for my cowardice, and I guess she was right.  Give 
me an enemy coming full bore with all guns ablazin' and I'm right there 
in the thick of it, but when it came to such personal matters, I admit 
to having a yellow streak a mile wide.

Stephanie enjoyed the relative peace and quiet because it gave her ample 
opportunity to expand her sexual horizons.  She and I had many a 
pleasant tryst, and soon, Aunt Sun and Aunt Jun were enjoying their 
niece, as well.  I was privileged to be present when the two lovely 
ladies introduced Steph to anal sex and double penetration.  I would 
never have been able to open her back passage as gently and lovingly as 
Jun did, and Stephanie was cumming repeatedly as my lover's talented 
cock probed virgin territory, slipping effortlessly into hidden nooks 
and crannies that each seemed to contain an orgasm trigger for the young 
girl.  When Sun joined them and began exploring Stephanie's vagina in a 
similar fashion with her long, slender rod, Stephanie floated away on 
cloud nine, cumming almost continuously on her Aunts' loving members.

This period also gave Jun and I a chance to solidify our relationship. 
It's odd, when compared with 'normal' relationships, but there were no 
long 'getting to know you' conversations.  We already knew each other 
better than couples who have been married for fifty years. Don't believe 
me?  How many of you who have been married a long time have fantasies 
that you don't share with each other?  How many of you tell your wives 
the truth when they ask if those clothes make them look fat? Jun and I 
had no way to keep such secrets from each other, so we shared, 
literally, every thought and emotion. Because we didn't have to go 
through that period of familiarization, we were able to grow in our love 
for each other with a kind of intimacy, physical, mental, and emotional, 
that no other couple could ever achieve.  It was a blissful time for us, 
and by extension, for the others, as well.

Then the other shoe fell.

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