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Date: Sun, 09 Oct 2005 06:10:01 -0400
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{ASSM} Dakota (MFg, cons, rom)
By Simple Man

Retired FBI agent Amos Foster stood by the graves of his wife and young 
daughter, his eyes misty with tears.  Carefully placing the flowers he 
had brought around the headstones, he knelt and wept for the loss of his 
loved ones.  Slightly to his right stood Amy Donavon FBI trainee, a 
fresh 22 year old woman with remarkable good looks and a figure to go 
with it.  Dressed entirely in black and with the dark nearly black 
sunglasses it contrasted highly with the blonde hair that fell upon her 
shoulders.  More like father and daughter they were, close, friendly, 
sometimes intimate but they were not father and daughter they were FBI 
Secret Service, literally The Men in Black.

It was still early and the daybreak mist and dew lay on the ground 
undisturbed.  In the distance a cock crowed on one of the many farms in 
the area.  A muffled squeal then nothing.
__________

"Care for some more coffee, Amos?" Amy offered.

"Why are you still here, don't you have a job to do somewhere?" Amos 
responded.

"Look!  This is my vacation and I will spend it where I please.  You 
didn't seem to mind me being here last night."

"Don't remind me of that, I was weak and took advantage of you, it won't 
happen again."

"Right!  You held me at gunpoint and made love to me and there was 
nothing I could do to stop you."

"It wasn't like that and you know it."

"Well, look on the brighter side, maybe I'm pregnant with your child 
now.  Would that cheer you up you old sourpuss?"

"Amy, you are two seconds away from me pulling down your panties and 
giving you a spanking now cut it out and where is my coffee?"

"Promises, promises." as she placed the steaming cup of coffee in front 
of him.

Amos could not help noticing as she bent over placing the coffee on the 
table that her robe had come open and revealed the swelling of her firm 
breasts and the absence of hair between her legs.  Immediately hard from 
the enticing view he had to remind himself that she was as old as his 
daughter would have been if she were still alive.  None the less, Amy 
was beautiful and an accomplished lover so why did he feel like it was 
incest.

Amy Donavon was pure, not a single flaw on her body, no tattoos and no 
body piercing, not even pierced ears.  She was pure as the Northern snow 
and no amount of makeup would enhance her natural beauty.  She had no 
reason for her attraction to Amos, it just felt right to her and she 
often thought it was due to the absence of her own father while growing 
up, but she could not be certain of that.  All she did know was that she 
loved and greatly respected that aging FBI agent, he was tough, fair and 
tender all at the same time.  Often thinking about just staying and 
living with him their natural gravitation to the bed was as normal as 
their lives could get and she firmly believed that he retired too early.  
His reflexes were lightning quick and his aim was lethal with that 
Glocking 9mm.

The silence was broken by the rustle and crackles of the cold stones of 
his driveway as tires rolled over them and came to a stop.  Amy dashed 
away to get dressed, her nearly entire naked body coming into view and 
all Amos noticed was the equally rounded buttocks moving off into the 
distance and sighed shaking his head.  Chambering a round he moved to 
the window and pulled the curtain back slightly.  The vehicle in the 
drive was the local Sheriff and he remained in the car, mindful that 
Amos Foster was FBI and trained to kill.

Amos opened the back door and waved for the Sheriff to come in out of 
the cold and damp morning air.  Meanwhile Amy was frantically searching 
for her panties and finally found them under the bed.  As she reached 
for them she could smell the remains of her own arousal from the night 
before. Oh well, she stepped into them and wiggled her butt into the 
still damp underwear feeling the cool wetness against her hairless skin, 
it brought a smile to her face remembering just how much she had turned 
him on.

"Amos, we've had some trouble.  Sarah Kennings was raped early this 
morning not a half mile from here.  She's only seven years old.  The 
Governor has asked for you and the FBI has brought you back into 
service.  This is a nasty one."

"Brought across State lines I'd assume?"

"Yes and now its an FBI case.  Say, you got any more of that coffee, 
sure smells good right about now?"

Amy entered the kitchen as a MIB complete with the sunglasses, her 9mm 
Glocking cocked and ready in her small feminine hand.  Amos smiled 
looking at her dead serious face.

"Relax Agent Donavon; this is the local Sheriff, albeit not in uniform.  
Mind working on your vacation?"

Amy had not worked on a case with Amos since she had been assigned to 
him in Washington to protect the First Daughter.  The idea of working 
with him again thrilled her to the bone.  She wanted to run and hug him 
but that was out of order and clearly not professional.  The Glocking 
was lowered, un-cocked and holstered.

"Hungry?" she asked the Sheriff.

"You bet Missy!" he responded.

She gave him a sharp look of disapproval; she was no Missy to him that 
was for sure.  But soon enough the enticing smell of bacon and eggs 
filled the air and the Sheriff's stomach.

"How does she see through those things?" the Sheriff commented.

"Can't tell you that, would have to kill you afterward, Government 
secret." Amos quipped.

The Sheriff was not amused.  Amy cleared the table and started to wash 
the dishes while the Sheriff detailed the case at hand.  When the 
child's name was mentioned she dropped a glass and it shattered.  
Bending down to pick up the broken glass she cut her finger and nearly 
fainted at the sight of her own blood.  Amos's reaction was so fast that 
she didn't even hit the floor before he caught her.  The Sheriff watched 
bewildered as Amos cared for her minor wound and kissed her injured 
finger just like a daddy would do to his little girl.  The look and 
Amy's face was pure contentment and love and the Sheriff noticed.

"I know that little girl." Amy stated shortly afterward.

The both waited for Amy to continue but she simply left the room and 
Amos wondered what this was all about.  Amy was from this area he knew 
that much, must have touched some nerve he thought.  The Sheriff left 
and Amos cleaned up the broken glass then went looking for Amy.  He 
found her staring blankly out the living room window, lost in some trail 
of thought.  She was armed and he was in no way going to just walk up 
behind her and see what was going down.  The short hairs on the back of 
her soft neck bristled and she knew he was standing there at a safe 
distance.  She turned to face him and then broke into tears and wept, 
hiding her face in her hands.  Amos invaded her space and held the 
junior FBI agent in his arms feeling the ample globes of warmth press 
against his chest.

Slowly the story unfolded between sobs and bouts of tears.  Little Sarah 
Kennings was deaf and dumb and had been since birth, a poster child on 
the Jerry Lewis telethon and her older brother's daughter.  This one was 
close to home and we both knew that Agent Donavon should be removed from 
the case but instinct told Amos that he needed her now more than ever.  
He knew that the semen would have been sent to the FBI in Maryland and 
DNA identification would be made.  It was their job now to find this 
pervert and bring him to justice and Amy thought with extreme prejudice 
too.

United flight 3214 lifted off the ground and soared into the heavens.  
Amy sat next to Amos holding his hand and frequently kissing it.  Her 
affection for her comrade was growing by keeping her on this case.  She 
felt like unbuttoning her shirt and feeding her breast to the man she 
loved, letting him suckle on her, but she did nothing, her mind a 
mixture of emotions she knew he didn't understand.  The flight landed at 
Bethesda Navel Air Station, they were the only passengers.  A moment 
later Air Force One landed and the First Daughter, now twelve came off 
that plane with the President and walked over to the arriving FBI/Secret 
Service agents.  Amos knelt and took Emily into his arms, the two of 
them so in love with each other, a lasting relationship that would 
endure all time.  They had a past together, she owed him her very life.  
Amos whispered into her ear.

"My, my look at you, nearly all grown up, you are more beautiful now 
than I remembered."

The small but passionate kiss on his lips told him she had not forgotten 
him, not now, not ever.  The bond between them strong and lasting.

The President shook Amos's hand warmly and walked with him alone to 
present his view of things and express shame and sorrow for poor Sarah 
Kennings unaware that Agent Donavon was related in any way.  Amos didn't 
offer that information either.

Amy knelt down and took Emily into her arms, the feeling they had for 
each other mutual.

"Are you two an item now?" Emily asked.

"I really don't know half the time, he tolerates me and I guess maybe 
that's love."

"Well, if you ever don't want him, he's mine." Emily added.

"You already have him, now its my turn."
__________

Robert Santos was a convicted child molester, a piece of work crafted by 
the Devil himself.  A waste of human life and a danger to society at 
large.  Already on the FBI's ten most wanted posters he escaped the law 
at every turn and continued raping little girls and ruining the lives of 
rural America in the process.  A sexually abused child himself he was 
criminally insane and now the most elite team known to man was on the 
case.  Standing there in front of Air Force One the two of them dressed 
in black, deadly, determined, part of the deadliest force on Earth, the 
MIB.  Robert laughed at the CNN report and beat the puppy he found to 
death on his lap.

Arriving in Shreveport, Amos and Amy took a hotel room for the night, 
knowing they would be up very early the next morning.  There was only 
one bed and Amy knelt in front of this deadly man withdrawing his penis 
and sucking it into her mouth.  Almost immediately she felt the loving 
sperm flow into her mouth and swallowed gracefully.

"What am I going to do with you?" Amos asked.

"How about giving me a baby and then marrying me for starters."

Coats fell to the floor, shoulder holsters were shed and clothing 
tumbled all around them as they fell to the bed.  His lips upon hers, 
tongue's intertwining his hands on her breasts kneading and loving the 
girl form that she was.  Quietly like a whisper.

"I missed my period last week."

The two of them ground against each other until all energy was gone and 
she fell asleep with him still inside her.

They missed the early rising and slept well into the morning and Amy was 
delighted as to how she woke up, feeling the massive piece of man meat 
deep inside her doing it's job.  For a moment all was right with the 
world.

Like a couple of kids, hand in hand, Amos and Amy walked down the street 
in civilian clothes to the nearest diner for brunch.  Amy's walk was 
kind of funny, she was not used to the concealed holster between her 
legs so close to her love nest and it seemed to be exciting her with the 
cold steel Glocking rubbing against her soft flesh.  Amos just laughed 
when she told him, women, he thought.

Robert Santos sat at a table in the corner where he could watch everyone 
entering.  Amos spotted him immediately and warned Amy.  The two lovers 
sat down and ordered breakfast, Amos directly facing the child molester 
merely ten feet away from him.  Most of his teeth were missing and he 
slurped the soup slobbering onto himself in the process.  From across 
the room.

"Hey aren't you Amos Foster with the FBI\Secret Service, the guy that 
saved the President's daughter?"

Robert bolted and the single shot entered his left eye and exploded the 
back of his head onto the wall behind him.  He stood for a minute, his 
head collapsed, before finally dropping to the floor crushing the chair 
beneath him.

"Jesus Christ!" someone yelled and the diner cleared out immediately 
afterward.

Amy slowly got up and calmly walked over and picked up a butcher knife.  
Unfastening his belt she castrated the dead body and stuffed his bloody 
balls into what was left of his mouth.  I knew she wanted to do more but 
I pulled her back and into my arms, it was over and I had a pregnant 
young woman on my hands.  I fully intended to do the right thing and 
marry her but it still seemed like incest to me.  Perhaps professional 
help was what I needed.

Nine months later I was a father again.

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