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Twenty-Five Pairs
by T.S. Severe

Copyright 2007-2008 Rachael Ross/T.S.Severe all rights reserved.
Intended for adults only.
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm comments: T.S.Severe@gmail.com
Story Codes: MF+/f {TG}, Rom, Incest, [Teen TG] Oral, Anal, Mast,
Petting, SciFi/Fantasy
Synopsis: When 13 year old Jenny moves with her family to Harden Utah,
the girl discovers friendship, romance, and the excitement of being
something more than just different.

BFG Productions in association with Severe Discipline presents...

Twenty-Five Pairs
by T.S. Severe

Chapter Fourteen

Washington D.C.  2025




    "Shoot!" Josh was laughing at himself in the mirror. "Look at me!"

    "You look good." I smiled at him.

    He was wearing a tuxedo, with his brown hair trimmed and neatly
combed, shiny black shoes. His brown eyes were bright and shiny and
the man was scrubbed pink all over, I'd seen to that personally. Josh
was tall and handsome and looking good enough to marry.

    "Zip me up, Narcissus?" I asked, just to get his attention as much
as anything else.

    "Who?" He chuckled and then stopped breathing. "Wow."

    "You like it?" I struck a little pose with my hands on my hips.

    "Christ." He cleared his throat. "There's a zipper on that?"

    "Yeah." I giggled and turned around, showing the man my back from
the cleft of my ass up to my long golden hair, which I pulled out of
the way.

    "Hey, you're not wearing any underwear." He said softly and I felt
his hands along my spine.

    "Don't get me excited, God!" I warned him needlessly. I'd taken
precautions, but it was a fun tease. "I'm not going to ruin a two
thousand dollar dress, okay?"

    "How much?" He laughed. "You paid too much, Jen. There ain't
nothing but fifty dollars worth of material here."

    "Shut-up!" I giggled, turning my head.

    It really wasn't much of a dress, technically, he was right about
that, but I'd been paying for the expertise and a real Joni Stur
design was nothing to laugh at. It was red and slinky and it hugged my
body like I was born in it, which was going to be a serious problem if
I got an erection. Silly as it sounds, I'd put my cock to sleep with
some local anesthesia and that needle had hurt like hell! I couldn't
wear panties in that dress though, not a chance.

    I hadn't used a lot of anesthesia anyway though, just some muscle
relaxant to keep my penis soft. I wasn't going to walk funny or need a
catheter, that would have been bad. I'd be careful anyway though,
wetting myself in front of the President...Well, I'd never come back
from space if that happened. I'd stay gone.

    Getting a big hard-on in front of the President of the United
States might have been pretty funny though.

    "How long is that stuff gonna last?" Josh asked me, because I'd
told him my plan.

    "I'm gonna turn into a pumpkin at midnight." I said and I wasn't
really joking.

    "You mean a cucumber." Josh laughed as he zipped me up slowly.
"Fuck, you're the most beautiful woman I ever saw."

    "You need to get out more." I said, turning around and I knew he
meant what he said. I truly was beautiful finally, after all those
years of not really believing my mom's prediction, it had come true.

    "No, I don't." Josh took my hand, my left hand and kissed me just
behind the small diamond solitaire he'd given me.

    "Hey. I heard the President likes fly fishing." I said.

    "Shit, who doesn't?" Josh laughed.

    "No swearing." I wagged my finger at him and moved to sit down at
the little vanity in our suite. "I need one of these."

    "What's that?" Josh sat on a big soft chair watching me.

"A vanity." I said. "You gotta get me one when I come back."

    "I'll build ya one." Josh shrugged. "Nicer than that."

    "Really?" I smiled at his reflection. "It's a nice room though,
isn't it?"

    "For free, yeah." Josh grinned. "They're gonna put up a sign that
says 'Jennifer Pinchbeck Slept Here!' or something."

    "Heh." I nodded slightly. "Jennifer Pinchbeck Fucked Here, too."

    "Hey!" Josh shook his head. "No swearing."

    "Yeah, yeah." I rolled my eyes.

    "That stuff better wear off too." Josh said.

    "I told you, midnight."

    "Yeah." Josh grunted and I knew what he was thinking. Our time was
running out.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    The White House had arranged a limousine for us, which was nice
and I was thinking I could seriously get used to all this pampering.
It was rather like fattening a lamb for the slaughter, I supposed, and
we were going into quarantine in three days. We'd have ninety days
then, not locked in our rooms or anything, but just isolated from the
general public. More training and preparation. More time to worry and
I just wanted to go, to be done with it.

    "My eyes hurt." Josh winced and there were a lot of flashbulbs as
we exited the car and walked up the short steps to the main entrance.
On a red carpet, of course.

    "God, I hope I don't trip." I whispered, clutching Josh's arm and
trying to smile.

    I hadn't expected this; a small crowd of reporters outside, like
it was a Hollywood premier or something. At least the secret service
was there to keep them back and calm. There wasn't a lot of shouting
allowed on the front lawn of the White House, I guess.

    "Good evening. Welcome to the White House, Doctor Pinchbeck."

    A very handsome and congenial man was smiling at us as we arrived
safely at the doors. We could hear soft chamber music and the odd
sound of voices, indistinct like a flock of birds.

    "May I have your name, sir?" The man asked, smiling at Josh.

    "Me? I'm...Josh." He shrugged and I stifled a giggle.

    "Mr. Joshua Sinclair, my fiancé." I smiled.

    "Very good, if you'll follow me?" The man nodded and I looked at
Josh and he just grinned.

    It was a short walk, down a wide hallway and into a ballroom, I
guess. Not a large one, but definitely intended for receptions such as
this. It was all very impressive and while it wasn't my first visit to
the White House, or my first meeting with a President, this was very
much unlike my previous experiences. I was a guest for once and it was
very intimidating and intensely flattering.

    "Doctor Jennifer Pinchbeck and Mr. Joshua Sinclair." The man said
in a loud voice and I almost jumped out of my shoes, not expecting our
arrival to be announced.

    "So much for sneaking in." Josh whispered and I squeezed his arm
nervously as there were an awful lot of people there and some of them
even looked at us.

    "If you'll step to your right, Doctor, there's a receiving line..."
The man said softly and I nodded.

    Thank God for the protocol officers and there were a number of
them who did nothing but make sure people like Josh and myself didn't
embarrass anyone. We would be babysat, from a respectable distance,
until the formalities were finished. After that, I hoped, we'd be free
to mingle, or at least stand in a corner and be pleasantly awed. That
seemed like a pretty good plan to me, Josh too probably.

    The President was the very first person in line, of course,
followed closely by his wife and then some of his closest advisors,
cabinet members and such. Only a dozen men and women, a few more, but
the President...

    "Doctor Pinchbeck, what a pleasure to see you again." He was older
and handsome and smooth as silk, taking my hand in both of his and
giving me what seemed a very warm and genuine welcome.

    "Thank you, Mr. President. May I present my fiancé, Joshua
Sinclair?"

    "Mr. President." Josh blinked as the President shook his hand.

    "Of course, Joshua." The President agreed pleasantly.
"Congratulations on your engagement."

    "Thank you, sir." Josh beamed.

    "Allow me to introduce the First Lady..." The President said.

    He and his wife spoke with us for several minutes, and everyone in
the line was generous and friendly, with a photographer right there to
capture each handshake and smile. By the end of the receiving line I
was ready for a drink.

    "Thank you." I rolled my eyes as Josh handed me a glass of
champagne.

    "Is this what it's going to be like married to you?" Josh smiled.

    "I hope not." I said sincerely, but it was obvious that going on
this mission was changing our lives. Nothing would be the same ever
again.

    "Doctor Pinchbeck." Allen came by, smiling with his arm around a
girl who just had to be a supermodel. I tried not look at her.

    "Major Fuller." I nodded.

    "Josh." Allen gave a somewhat less friendly look at my fiancé.

    "Allen." Josh replied slowly and I closed my eyes.

    "Oh, this is Tara Reece." Allen cleared his throat. "She was Miss
Alabama last year..."

    "Miss Tennessee." She corrected him. "It's nice to meet you,
Doctor Pinchbeck and...Josh? Very nice to meet you both."

    "Josh is a lumberjack." Allen smiled.

    "Really?" Tara had one of those Southern Belle accents and I
didn't like her very much. I didn't like the way she looked at Josh
either. "I do love the outdoors myself."

    "Yeah." Josh cleared his throat. "If you'll excuse us, I think
Jennifer wants to dance."

    "Oh yeah." I giggled. "Nice meeting you Tara. Major...Don't stay up
too late."

    "Heh." Allen nodded.

    "I wonder if that's her real name." I frowned as we made our way
toward the music and the dancing couples there. "A Southern girl named
Tara...There oughta be a law."

    "I was wondering if those were her real tits." Josh whispered and
I gasped happily. "Come on, dance with me." Josh said, taking my glass
away and handing them to a waiter who was right there. Those guys were
very good.

    We'd just started dancing when the President decided to give a
little speech, as I suppose he had to. All the guests were arrived and
it was nice, he welcomed all of us astronauts by name, although I had
a hard time thinking of myself as an astronaut. People clapped and
once more I felt myself slightly overwhelmed by the attention, which
was utterly alien to me after spending so many years in the dark. This
had been Mr. Fox's plan though, his insurance policy, and I really was
untouchable, I thought.

    I wished he could have been there to see it, but I especially
wished my parents had been there. That would have been something. And
Ron. I thought of him and it was always hard.

    Of course the kicker came right at the end, and even while the
President was still talking about how important it was that we reach
for the stars and expand our horizons, etc. etc...Waiters were going
around the large room making sure everyone had a glass of champagne. I
understood a moment later when the President offered the obligatory
toast to the successful and safe return of the mission. That was nice
and I was more than willing to drink to that.

    "...I'd also like to offer another toast, if Mr. Sinclair will
permit me the honor..." The President said and I blinked as I didn't
understand exactly that his Mr. Sinclair was my Mr. Sinclair.

    "...Only this evening did I receive the happy news that Mr. Sinclair
and Doctor Pinchbeck are engaged to be married. My wife and I hope
you'll join us as we wish them both the very best of luck and lifelong
happiness together." The President raised his glass high, smiling into
my eyes from two dozen feet away. "To Joshua and Jennifer."

    "To Joshua and Jennifer." About a hundred and fifty people said
and I thought I'd faint.

    "Congratulations." I heard for about the hundredth time and it was
impossible for Josh and I to get a moment alone, but that was why we
were there.

    "Thank you...Oh." I cleared my throat. "Mr. Westin, uh, thank you.
Josh, this is the National Security Advisor, Mr. Westin."

    "Nice to meet you, Josh. I'm Tom." Westin smiled. "You broke some
hearts tonight."

    "Uh, thank you." Josh nodded.

    "Can I steal Jennifer for just a moment?" Westin asked. "Thanks."

    The man put his hand in the small of my back, walking me away and
as if by some miracle we found ourselves relatively alone. Mr. Westin
had that ability.

    "I was sorry to hear about Mr. Fox." He said. "I know you were
close to him."

    "Yes." I took a breath, looking just over the man's shoulder.

    "I know you've been out of the loop for some time now, but we're
looking at running with PK again and I'd like..."

    "What?" I focused on his eyes, clear and intelligent. "PK was
destroyed, I did it myself."

    "I understand that and in going through some of the files Mr. Fox
left behind, it seems clear that certain...Data..." He smiled, looking
around casually for a second before coming back to me. "...Was
intentionally misplaced, shall we say?"

    "It wasn't misplaced." I told Mr. Westin. "It was destroyed along
with my samples."

    "Okay." He nodded. "Well, we obviously need to discuss this."

    "There's nothing to..."

    "Tomorrow afternoon, I'll have a car for you." Westin turned
smiling and nodding at someone, but his voice was soft and cold.
"Think seriously about this, Doctor. Understand?"

    "Yeah." I breathed and all the fun was gone.

    "Good. Now smile, everything is going to be just fine." Westin
chuckled and turned, bringing me back to Josh with a big smile. "Sorry
about that, Josh. Here she is, safe and sound. Good luck to you both."

    "Right. Nice meeting you, uh, Tom." Josh smiled but he was curious
and I just gave him a tiny shake of my head. I didn't want to talk
about it.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Jeffrey? It's me, Jen..." I looked at my watch and it was almost
one in the morning.

    "Jennifer?" General Palmer's voice was soft, but he was waking up
quickly. "What's wrong?"

    "Paul Keller, remember him?" I asked.

    "What?" Palmer had to think about that.

    "Paul Keller, my old friend?"

    "This line isn't secure."

    "I know, just tell me something. Is he dead?"

    "Jen..."

    "Is Paul Keller dead? That's all I want to know."

    "Yeah." Palmer said softly.

    "You..." I frowned at the phone. "...You're not surprised, are you?
They talked to you. He did."

    "Jen, we can't talk like this."

    "It's wrong, Jeffrey." I closed my eyes. "We can't do this."

    "Get some sleep." He said gently. "You sound tired."

    "I am tired." I hung up the phone.

    "What's wrong, baby?" Josh asked me and he was sitting beside me
on the bed, rubbing my shoulders.

    "Oh, I don't know." I looked at Josh, but not in the eyes, and
leaned over, putting my arms around him.

    "I can help." He said softly. "Maybe."

    "Yeah, I know." I pressed my face against his shirt. "I just want
it all done with."

    "Me too." Josh chuckled. "After this I'm gonna take you back Utah,
lock you up in the kitchen maybe."

    "In the kitchen?" I giggled.

    "Yeah, hell yeah." Josh kissed the top of my head. "Barefoot and
pregnant. Rattlin' those pots 'n pans."

    "Mmmm..." I sighed, hugging him tight. "I wish I could have your
baby."

    "I was thinking, uh, maybe we could adopt." Josh said slowly,
testing the waters. "When you get back?"

    "Oh yeah?" I looked up at him and his brown eyes were immaculate.

    "Yeah, you know. A boy or a girl, or both..."

    "Both." I smiled. "That would be nice."

    "Well, we can think about it, you know." Josh nodded. "I just...I
want you back first of all and then, well, I built you a big house,
Jenny."

    "I know you did." I giggled. "I about had a heart attack when you
sent me the pictures."

    "Wait til you see it." Josh promised. "It's a nice one."

    "God. I love you." I laughed and looked down. "I think I feel
something."

    "About time." Josh grinned.

    "Oh yeah, I feel it." I rolled my eyes.

    "What?"

    "I need to pee." I giggled. "Come on, did you see the size of that
bathtub?"

    "You wanna take a bath at one in the morning?"

    "Oh yeah, we've never done it in a bathtub." I grinned.

    "We didn't?" Josh frowned.

    "No." I looked at him. "What?"

    "Then who was that girl I was with in Salt Lake City..."

    "Oh!" I gasped! "God! I hate it when you do that!"

    "Her name was Tara something..."

    "Josh...Don't start!" I stood up, pulling him up by the hands. "I'll
make you real sorry."

    "Is that a fact?" Josh laughed.

    "Yeah, you big lumberjack!" I pulled him along to bathroom.

    "I can't believe that guy said that." Josh sighed. "I own a damn
lumber mill."

    "Nah, lumberjack is sexy." I grinned at him. "I like it."

    "Hmmmm...Maybe I'll put that on my business cards then." He said.
"Josh Sinclair, Lumberjack."

    "Yeah." I agreed. "That's seriously sexy...Don't look at me! I can't
go."

    "What?" Josh made a face and I was sitting on the toilet with my
expensive red dress bunched up around my waist.

    "Fill the tub, come on." I giggled, hunched over a little.

    "You know, I gotta ask..." Josh said, turning on the faucets to fill
the very large tub, which was sort of in another room, kind of. It was
a huge bathroom.

    "Ask what?" I wondered and then sighed happily as my bladder
finally let go and my penis was tingling as it woke up.

    "You have a dick."

    "Yeah."

    "So why do you sit down every time?" Josh asked. "I mean, even
outside in the bushes..."

    "Hey! How do you know?" I giggled.

    "I'm you're boyfriend, remember?"

    "Uh-huh." I agreed. "But you shouldn't be watching me pee in the
bushes."

    "So..." Josh stood there smiling at me. "Why?"

    "Cause." I shrugged like it was obvious. "I'm a girl."

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Shhhh..." I whispered as I felt Josh stirring awake beside me. "...
It's just a good...Ugh!...dream..."

    "Ummm...Ow..." Josh stiffened slightly, wincing maybe as I gave him a
little harder push, thrusting my morning erection another half inch
inside his deliciously tight ass.

    I kissed his neck and then his shoulder, working my cock in and
out of his rectum slowly. I'd woken up incredibly hard, probably
because I hadn't been able to get a real erection at all before
falling asleep at four AM. I only got sorta hard and I felt kinda bad
about that and promised Josh I'd never put my dick to sleep again.

    "Let me see how you feel..." I sighed, reaching around and giggling
as I found Josh's cock standing thick and stiff. I gave it a squeeze
and started jerking him off slowly while we made love.

    "That feels...Good..." Josh breathed and he was moving a little,
fucking me back now as his rectum relaxed, and welcomed me inside his
warm tight hole.

    "Yeah...Feels great..." I smiled. "I love to love you."

    "Morning...Rise and shine!" Rio was walking into the bedroom and I
didn't even wonder how she'd gotten a key.

    "Oh shit..." Josh jerked and he was looking for a sheet, but they
were all bunched up and on the floor at the foot of the bed, probably.

    "Uhhh...Sorry..." Rio blinked at us for a second, her face turning
red, and then she turned around and left, closing the door behind her.

    "That was a trip." I giggled, pulling Josh back against my tits
and my cock had never even come out of his ass.

    "Doesn't she knock?" Josh frowned at me over his shoulder and I
kissed his cheek.

    "I'm surprised she left." I said seriously. "Rio knows we fuck,
Josh. Don't worry about it."

    "Yeah, okay...Just...It's a little weird knowing someone knows that
you, uh...You know..."

    "That I fuck you?" I giggled, rolling us over so Josh was on his
tummy. "Instead of just you fucking me all the time?"

    "Yeah." Josh nodded, spreading his legs slightly and I had a nice
straight shot into his sweet asshole.

    "Maybe she'd join us." I said. "You want to try a threesome?"

    "What?" Josh's brown eyes got big.

    "She might." I shrugged, working my dick in and out of him slowly,
just enjoying that simple pleasure. "I don't think Rio's got a
boyfriend."

    "Heh." Josh laughed and dropped his cheek to the bed. "Right."

    "What?" I stuck my tongue out.

    "A threesome?" Josh shook his head slightly.

    "Rio?" I called out loudly.

    "What are you doing?" Josh jerked beneath me and I drove the
length of my cock inside him hard, pressing on his shoulders with my
hands to keep him still.

    "Hey, Rio! Come here, would ya?" I called again and the door was
opening.

    "Um, are you decent?" She asked and I laughed.

    "No!" I said.

    "Jen! Come on, don't embarrass her." Josh sighed.

    "Oh." Rio wasn't looking, just talking through the barely opened
door.

    "We were wondering if you..." I licked my lips and I suddenly
wondered what I was doing. "...Well, if you wanted to, um, join us?"

    "Join you?" Rio asked softly. "You mean...Have...Sex?"

    "Jen..." Josh laughed and his ass was clamped tight around my
throbbing cock.

    "Yeah, sex." I giggled nervously. "I mean, you don't have to or
anything. I'm not gonna fire you or...Uh...Do you want to?"

    "Um." She peeked around the door, looking at my face, or trying
to, but inevitably her eyes were going lower, seeing my cock buried
balls deep in my fiancé's scrumptious ass.

    "It's okay." I said, looking at her over my shoulder. "Josh is
kinda shy though, but..."

    "Are you sure you want me?" She asked and I smiled because she
made it sound like we wouldn't for some reason.

    "Well...Yeah." I nodded with a little laugh. "You're pretty darn
cute, Rio."

    "Oh, um...I guess...okay..." She swallowed so hard I could hear it and
came fully into the bedroom, holding her small thin computer to her
chest.

    "Come here." I said, holding out my hand and sort of twisting my
body.

    "Hi Rio." Josh said and he was pretty red faced too, but trying to
bulldoze the situation.

    "Hi...Josh." Rio laughed lightly and put her computer down on the
nightstand, licking her lips and finally crawling on the bed on her
knees.

    She was wearing a skirt, plain black and a knit blouse, like a
short sleeved sweeter in earth tones. Rio was from Puerto Rico and she
was very cute, kind of small all around, caramel skin and big brown
eyes, short black hair. A nice ass and smallish breasts. Cute and
young, all of twenty-three maybe. The NASA job was her first one out
of college and she was smart, competent, and totally likable.

    Now Rio was going to be totally fuckable too.

    "Wow." Rio was watching my cock as I pulled it out of Josh's ass.
"It's um, bigger than I thought it would be."

    "Josh has a nice one too." I giggled, reaching for Rio's sweater,
moving slowly and the girl let me pull it over her head as Josh sat
up.

    "Do you like big cocks?" Josh asked and his was still hard as a
rock, jutting up between his legs as he leaned back against the
headboard of that big bed.

    "Well..." Rio giggled as her head came free, her hard little tits
bouncing slightly in her white bra. "...Yeah. Who doesn't?"

    "Dumb question!" I laughed.

    "Yeah, yeah." Josh grinned. "I just wanted to make sure."

    "I didn't think you liked girls." Rio looked at me shyly.

    "I like everybody." I shrugged. "Have you been with a girl?"

    "Me?" Rio shook her head. "No."

    "Let me help you with this..." Josh was unclasping Rio's bra.
"You're so pretty."

    "Yeah, you're pretty too." Rio giggled. "I mean...Um...Yeah."

    "It's okay." I smiled. "Come here."

    I took the girl in my arms, pressing my bare breasts against hers,
feeling my hard nipples rubbing Rio's, and I kissed her gently,
slipping my tongue between her easily parted lips. She gave me a sweet
little moan and then moved so Josh could get her skirt off. I kept
kissing her for several minutes, tasting peppermint gum or toothpaste
or something on her breath. It was nice and I enjoyed how different
she was from a man, how soft and fragile her mouth seemed.

    Josh was wasting little time and evidently Rio was already very
wet and eager, because no sooner had he gotten Rio's small white
panties off than he was sliding the length of his cock into her from
behind, splitting the girl's labia and then the tight walls of her sex
around him. Josh sighed with pleasure and Rio joined him, giving me a
pleased and muffled gasp to swallow while I sucked her long pink
tongue.

    Rio was on her knees and there was no talking now, no need for it.
I pulled my mouth away, just smiling into her lovely brown eyes. I
moved so that she was on her hands and knees, Josh fucking her slowly
while I pulled her mouth gently, but instantly to my own throbbing
erection.

    We filled my Hispanic assistant from both ends and Rio was a
surprisingly good little cocksucker, taking half my dick before she
ran out of room and I stroked her soft black hair lovingly. It was
great fun watching Josh's face while he made love to another woman, or
fucked her anyway. He only made love with me, but I think we all
shared some genuine emotions for each other in that bed. I was of a
type to fall in love with whomever I was with, if only for an hour or
an evening. Josh may have been the same and from the way Rio was
responding, I got the impression she'd been thinking about me for some
time.

    "Ohhh...Rio, I'm gonna cum..." Josh was saying. "Can I cum inside
you?"

    "Yeah..." Rio smiled, licking her lips as she pulled her mouth off
my cock. "It's okay...Fuck, that feels good."

    "After he cums inside you, I want to fuck you too." I whispered,
pulling Rio's lips to mine so I could taste my cock in her mouth.

    "Ummm...yeah..." Josh groaned, pushing his cock home one more time, as
deep inside the young woman as he could, and I knew he was cumming
hard. It was sexy, seeing Josh with Rio because she was so much
smaller than him, so sweet and innocent, and now filled with sperm.

    "Yeah...Cum inside her..." I smiled, lifting myself and reaching for
Josh, kissing him hard while Rio gasped and then took my cock once
more into her hungry mouth.

    I made out with my boyfriend for several long minutes, loving him
while he spilled his orgasm inside another woman's womb and I was okay
with that. I didn't mind sharing him because I knew Josh was mine.
There was no doubt in my heart and I think it was right then that I
decided that if...When...We had children, it wouldn't be by adoption.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "The Watergate Hotel, how apropos." I smiled unhappily as I was
shown into the suite by the man Westin had sent to get me.

    This was a secret meeting, as black as they get, and so there'd
been some cloak and dagger driving, including switching cars in the
underground parking lot at Johns Hopkins, which was my alibi. A
meeting with my old friends and colleagues to say farewell. Some of
them, the ones with lucrative research grants from the government,
would doubtless remember my little visit fondly if asked about it
later.

    Westin was there, of course, along with General Palmer, a
competent virologist named Jackson from CDC, and two other people I
didn't know. I didn't want to know, more to the point, and there were
no introductions made.

    "Something to drink, Doctor?" Westin asked me and I shook my head,
looking at Jeffrey. He didn't look too happy.

    "Tell us about PK." One of the unknown men said, older, in his
fifties and grey.

    The other was a woman, forties with reddish hair and sunglasses,
even though the place wasn't really bright. The curtains were drawn.

    "Okay." I nodded. "Do you know why it's called PK?"

    I was looking at Westin. Palmer would know everything I was going
to say, Jackson would understand at least. The others I wasn't too
sure about, but Westin...He needed a lesson right from the beginning.

    "Why?" The National Security Advisor asked, sitting back
patiently.

    "Planet Killer." I smiled. "Kind of a dramatic name, I know, but
that's what it is. It's an influenza based virus engineered to exploit
that organism's natural ability to mutate. The lipid, which is
basically a layer fat, encloses the capsid, which is basically a
protein shell to protect the cell, okay? Now projecting out of this
shell are spikes, called hemagglutinin and neuraminidase, and those
two proteins act like antigens. They start an immune response from the
host body. They also mutate, which is why influenza always comes
back."

    "But the inside stays the same?"

    "Right the viral RNA basically stays the same, but the body
doesn't care because of the mutation in the proteins." I nodded.
"That's what it reacts to. So what we did...What I did...Was take that
beautiful influenza shell and I wrapped it around smallpox."

    That at least got the woman's sunglasses off.

    "So what you're saying is...You made a mutating small pox?" Westin
narrowed his eyes.

    "A better one." I smiled. "Regular influenza didn't mutate fast
enough for my purposes, so I added a third protein spike. Senisalinin.
In my simulations, it mutated every fourth generation, on average."

    "What does that mean?" Westin asked.

    "It means the virus changed every fourth person it jumped to. She
infects him, he infects you and you infect me...When I sneeze on Doctor
Jackson there, he's getting a brand new virus. Now we have two strains
on the loose, you see? Those strains mutate again, and again, and
again."

    I paused, staring at Westin.

    "It does that until everyone is dead." I sat back. "It's
unstoppable. The mortality rate is only about twenty eight percent,
but that doesn't matter, see? Once it's out you'll keep contracting
the virus until eventually you get a strain that kills you."

    "I was under the impression that there was a vaccine..." Westin
cleared his throat. "...Tested in Asia..."

    "In Myanmar." I nodded. "I developed what I hoped would be a
vaccine, a strain which would teach the body to ignore the mutating
proteins and attack the smallpox DNA in the cell structure."

    "What happened?" He wondered.

    "Pigs." I laughed derisively.

    "Excuse me?"

    "The uh village had pigs in it and the vaccine, which was a virus
itself, obviously, jumped to the pigs and mutated because of that
species leap. I didn't..." I swallowed hard. "I didn't expect that. I
went back, a week later, eight days, and out of eighty-eight people
there were sixteen survivors."

    "What did we do about..."

    "We burned it." General Palmer spoke up. "There's nothing left
there."

    "There's no practical use for PK, Mr. Westin. By its very
existence we were on the brink of extinction and I can't over-
exaggerate that point." I said. "There's no way to stop it once it
gets out and it won't discriminate or care who the good guys or the
bad guys are."

    "After the test, Doctor Pinchbeck and I studied the data and
determined that destruction of PK was necessary." Palmer cleared his
throat. "We had a single sample and we incinerated it together."

    "I see." Westin looked back at me. "And you destroyed your notes,
Doctor Pinchbeck?"

    "Yes sir." I nodded. "The technical material, the blueprints."

    "But someone else could...Do this?" Westin lifted his eyebrows.
"Build one of these planet killer viruses?"

    "Yes." I nodded.

    "Then this something we should be looking at." Westin said, like
he hadn't heard a word. "We need to study this, right?"

    "No." I sighed. "There's no defense. There's nothing to study. I
left enough material with Mr. Fox to demonstrate the futility and very
credible danger of research in that direction."

    "I saw those." Westin nodded.

    "Then..." I shrugged. "...That's what you should have understood sir,
that there's nothing there for us."

    "So your expert suggestion is..." Westin held out his hands.

    "The same as it's always been." I glanced at General Palmer and he
was nodding because we'd gone through it so many times.

    "We continue to monitor capabilities and intentions, collect and
analyze data, and take necessary action to prevent the development,
proliferation, and deployment of biological weapon systems." Palmer
said and it was straight from the Horace Tufts mandate. "As Doctor
Pinchbeck has explained, PK is literally a dead end. My office will
not pursue that line of research without congressional approval."

    "I see." Westin looked unhappy and our meeting was about over.

    =-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    That evening I called the General. I had to.

    "Bad dreams?" Palmer asked. "Me too."

    "He didn't ask the question." I sighed. "None of them did."

    "Yeah."

    "Do you think he believed us?" I asked and Palmer sighed.

    "I don't know, Jen."

    "He knows it's in my head, do you think..."

    "No." The man actually chuckled. "Nothing can stop you now, not
even Westin."

    "Don't let them do it, okay?" I asked softly. "When I come back,
Jeffrey...There won't be anything left, you know?"

    "I know."

    I went back to bed, curling up next to Josh and closing my eyes,
but all I saw was bodies. PK. Planet Killer and that was just another
bad pun. The real name was PK1.00...Kill Probability one hundred
percent and Westin hadn't even asked me why I'd done it. That was the
scariest thing.




    End of Part 14
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