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Castle In The Sand [71-75]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana.Johns@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 71

Over the next few months the pace was beyond hectic. It was downright
frenzied. Sally and Jean joined them two weeks after John and Cindy got
back from New York. The girls each flipped over the line marriage idea.
Even Theresa. To John's astonishment, Kevin did too. They put it on
hold until they got the fashion business up and running.

They got the silo rearranged and made a good start on the construction
of the conversions. Whoever wasn't working on the fashion project was
swinging a hammer or painting walls. John made arrangements with the
helicopter service for a short term tie down slot. Sheila had briefed
him on her conversation with the pilot, a good thing as the pilot asked
about his kids and the family. John and Kevin made a trip into town and
picked up several loads of construction materials and a larger hot tub,
which John had custom made. It had to be lowered down in pieces and
then assembled and sealed. When finished it could easily contain them
all. This got tested quite often.

John and Kevin completed the redesign. The new scanner worked perfectly
and was more aesthetically pleasing to the eye. The girls sort of
longed for the old one as the new one hardly touched them at all. Cindy
gave Sally and Jean a run through on the old one before it was retired.
The amount of resolution lost with the new one was minimal and
virtually un-noticeable on the finished outfits.

Sheila was very pleased. The two men set about standardizing fixtures
and locating vendors and suppliers of needed components. Sheila and
Sally hit it off stupendously. They hardly showed their faces for
several days as they got aquatinted. Then Sheila and Jean slipped off
together for a similar period. Theresa and the New York couple took
longer to warm to each other, but the triplets more than filled the
gap.

With all the sub-relationships going on, John began to think it would
actually work. He got to spend whole nights with each of them,
undisturbed if not unmolested. The triplets discovered there was less
resistance to them if they spit up into singles rather than acting like
a devastating tag team. They'd spend every other night alternating
between acting as singles and sleeping all together. But they seldom
slept alone, even as a team. They were just too cute.

Cindy and Sally virtually moved in together... with Jean. Sleeping
together whenever either or both of them wasn't with John, who
alternated between them all. Sheila alternated between John, the
triplets, Theresa and Kevin and the Cindy/Sally/Jean trio. Kevin would
spend time with Sheila, the triplets, or both whenever Theresa would
get together with John and quite often Cindy. Jean was happy with
whomever wanted her, which was just about everybody.

Mae and Candice flew in, which started a whole new round of musical
beds. Cindy still remained aloof to Kevin. She slept with him once,
fretting the whole time about pregnancy, despite the prophylactic. If
she was going to get pregnant, there was only one man she wanted it to
be from: John.

Mostly they concentrated on getting the fashion business up to speed
and completing the silo and addition. John took a break once the re-
design was completed and got the workshop all set up. He patiently
trained all the girls on safe usage of the power tools.

In the meantime, Theresa passed her GED with flying colors. Her
driver's license had come first. Cindy had just as easily passed hers.

At first thaw and subsequent freeze John made a call to town and got a
shiny new tractor with all the attachments that would fit it. He loaded
up the Sports car on the old flatbed and scheduled to have the tractor
delivered. He had Cindy follow him in *her* new Landcruiser while he
drove the flatbed over to Nick's. He carried his pistol with him, but
didn't expect trouble. Especially as Kevin and Theresa were hovering
overhead in the helicopter.

Nick came out on the porch. He didn't look the same man. He was clean
and close shaven. There had been fresh repairs made to the house. A
conservatively dressed woman followed him out, but kept her distance.
No firearms were in appearance.

"Your car, truck and tractor," John said, stepping down from the truck.
He handed Nick two sets of keys and two signed titles. Nick looked back
and forth between the truck and the tractor, tears forming in his eyes.

"You didn't have to do this," he said, fighting back his tears.

"I'm a man of my word. You kept your part of the bargain," John said.

"The tractor wasn't part of the original bargain," Nick said.

"Keep it. Looks like you'll be needing it," John said, nodding at the
woman.

"The girls, they're alright?" Nick asked, shivering a bit.

"Just fine. Candice too. All happy," John said.

"Better you than me.. those girls scare me," Nick said.

"Well, you just stay away and you won't have to worry," John said.

"No need to worry about that. You couldn't get me near them. Will you
tell them I'm treating my new woman right?" Nick asked. John looked at
the woman and the cabin. She smiled at him, friendly like.

"I suspect they know," John said.

"I expect your right," Nick nodded.

"Well, I better be going," John said. Nick extended his hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Stevens. It's more than I deserve." John shook it
firmly.

"There's nothing keeping you from living right from here on out," he
said. Nick nodded. John climbed in the Landcruiser with Cindy and she
slowly drove away. Kevin veered off and headed for the silo. While Nick
helped the man unload his new tractor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 72

All was in readiness. The re-design was done, John had six complete
machines assembled, with suppliers lined up to supply the components
for another fifty when needed. Kevin helped John crate up three of
them. Which Kevin then flew to an air freight courier for transit to
Mae's salon in San Francisco. Three more were ready once Sally and
Sheila located a proper location in New York.

Mae immediately set them up and began sales. The first sale was to an
exclusive rich client from Sausalito, the wife of a banker. She became
an instant sensation in her social circle and soon Mae had another
dozen clients lined up waiting. She began scanning them as fast as they
could be scheduled.

Sally and Jean flew back to New York, accompanied by Sheila and John.
They also took Andrea with them, this time. (Amy traveled to San
Francisco with Mae and Candice.) John returned to Mr. Moore's salon,
this time with Sally, Jean, Sheila and Andrea with him.

Debbie greeted him, "Why Mr. Stevens, it's so good to see you again.
May I notify Mr. Moore that you are here? I'm certain he'll wish to
wait on you personally."

"Please. Thank you very much. Good to see you again, Debbie," John
said. Debbie beamed at him for remembering her name. She slipped out
and soon returned with Mr. Moore.

"Mr. Stevens, What a pleasant surprise. How may I be of assistance to
you?" Moore asked.

"I think sir, that today it's how I may be of assistance to you," John
said.

"I don't understand," Moore said, simply.

"If we may use your salon, I will be glad to enlighten you," John
chuckled. Mr. Moore nodded and led them into the viewing area. He
motioned them to seats. But instead, John motioned him to a seat. Moore
complied. "Girls. If you please," John said, taking a seat himself.

The women moved to the showing area and removed their long jackets. Mr.
Moore became quite speechless, his mouth hanging agape. He jumped up
and moved to examine the outfits.

Finally he turned to John, "Absolutely exquisite. May I ask sir, where
you obtained them?"

"I made them in my basement," John chuckled.

"Surely you jest," Moore said.

"Only partially. The women..... Sally -whom you've met previously-,
Sheila and Andrea designed the outfits you see. I designed -and hold
free and clear the patent on- the machine that produced them. What you
see is a sample of a line of clothing we are going to introduce during
fashion week. With that being so close, in the interest of time, we
would like you to consider representing us until we can get Sally
established in her own salon here," John explained.

"I see," said Moore, noncommittally.

"No, I don't think you do. You see, each of these outfits, in fact all
of these outfits were designed and produced in one day," John said.

"That's not possible," Moore said simply.

"*Wasn't* possible, before my system. Additionally, each of the outfits
you see here has thermal managing incorporated into them. That means
they store excess body heat as fiber twist, cooling the wearer, and
gives up the twist as heat, warming the wearer when it's cold. They
could easily spend an hour outside, today, and be very comfortable...
Additional to that, is the fact that we can put any pattern or
photograph on any outfit in the same amount of time," John said. Moore
looked incredulously between the outfits and John, wishing he could
supply a "Yes" answer.

John continued, "And, we can incorporate Kevlar, making them bullet
proof. They end up a bit thicker, but fit just as well. I'm certain you
understand the market for that, with the United Nations being located
here."

"Indeed I do," Moore said, nodding. "You know, you will put every salon
in town out of business."

"I don't doubt that we will put many salons, in many towns, world wide,
out of business," John said.

"Most unfortunately, the backers of this salon are pulling out. They
ignored our substantially increased business since your first visit. An
event for which I blame myself. I was spending so much time trying to
explain to the backers why business was bad, that I didn't pay
attention to why it really was," Moore replied.

"It is precisely because of *your* management that I am here now. How
much time do you have?" John asked.

"The backers are pulling out at the end of the business quarter, in
just two weeks, just before fashion week. Our lease expires in June, we
have an option to renew, but I don't know if we'll make it that long
after the backers pull out. I've been quite worried about my staff,"
Moore replied.

"Perfect," John said.

"I beg your pardon?" said Moore.

"I mean that's perfect for us. I told you that we were searching for a
salon for Sally and Jean. Why not this one? The location is perfect.
How big is your staff?" John asked.

"I employ Debbie, the receptionist, a hostess and three full time
models. Additionally we have up to five seamstresses, two full time and
three on call. I was going to have to let one of the models, our
hostess and one of the full time seamstresses go," said Moore.

"How would you feel about working for Sally and Jean?" John asked.

"I'd be most honored to work with Miss Thompson and Jean?" Moore
queried.

"Francis," Jean supplied.

"And Miss Francis. And my staff?" Moore asked.

"To be maintained, as is, for now. Probably expanded later. Would the
models consider working as attendant sales personnel?" John asked.

"Probably, they aren't high end, I'm afraid. But you've seen them on
your last visit," Moore said.

"Yes, quite adequate, I believe. May we tour the entire business?" John
asked.

"Certainly.. May I offer the rest of you some refreshments in the
meantime?" Moore asked.

"We're all involved with this, they will be touring with me," John
said.

"Certainly, if you will just follow me," Moore said. They fully toured
the salon. The models lounged watching soap operas, not wearing much so
they could jump into outfits with minimal warning. They didn't seem to
be at all self-conscious. Instead they jumped up to examine the women's
outfits. They were flabbergasted.

"This is Mr. Stevens, if you will recall. He seems to be quite
interested in taking over the salon for Miss Thompson and Miss Francis,
whom I don't believe you've seen before," Moore explained. The models
seemed excited over the prospect. John asked them if they would
consider dual roles as attendant sales persons. They all nodded.

"You would still be models, with custom outfits like these to work
in.... as examples," Sally explained.

"We'd get outfits like those? Count me in!" one exclaimed. The other
two nodded enthusiastically.

"We'd probably be interested in utilizing you for the fashion week
shows," Sheila said.

"Oh my, I'd better start dieting now," another said.

"Don't you dare. We want human beings, not emaciated women who resemble
greyhounds! You all look great," Sheila said. The facilities were quite
adequate for a good sized salon.

"Well, it's your call, Sheila, Sally, Jean. What do you think?" John
asked.

"I think we have an excellent east coast location, if Sally and Jean
agree," Sheila said. The two of them nodded, smiling.

"How much do the backers own?" John asked.

"The name and our inventory," Moore replied.

"Perfect, we don't need an inventory. I was worried about that," John
said.

"When would you wish to take over?" Moore asked.

"The day after the backers are out," John said.

"So soon?" Moore asked.

"I can have three machines here waiting when you unlock the doors.
Figure a week closed, at least, while we redecorate," John said.

"What will we call the place?" Moore asked.

"*Second Skin*," Sheila replied. Moore looked at the outfits again.

"Quite appropriate. Yes, excellent," Moore responded.

"Sally, Jean, why don't you and Andrea get better aquatinted with your
new staff while Sheila and I discuss salaries and logistics with Mr.
Moore?" John said.

"It's David," Moore offered.

"John," John said, as they headed for the office. The backers didn't
understand Moore's cheerful attitude at all, when they came to claim
their inventory. They even took the sign and scratched out the window
stencils. The next morning a truck full of large crates waited as Moore
unlocked the door. Sally and Jean were there with John. Mae and Candice
flew in as well to help Sally with the re-decoration. Business licenses
were obtained and a new sign was ordered:

     Second Skin Inc.
Exclusive Custom Clothier
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 73

There was expected resistance to letting them into the big New York
fashion shows. They were a total unknown, no matter how stunning the
outfits. Mae and Mr. Moore came into play, working the politics behind
the show. They simply invited the major fashion editors out to lunch
the week beforehand. Each time the women would wear their own fashions.
Mae would introduce them to Sheila, Cindy, Theresa, and Sally,
alternating with one or all of the triplets. Jean declined,
concentrating on work at the salon. Several times Mae would show up at
just the right restaurant with the triplets, who always managed to
bring a hush over a room.

By the end of the week inquiries were pouring into the show executives
as to where Second Skin would be on the program. The executives
reluctantly put them way down the line. That was fine. They should hold
their own no matter where they were placed. On the day of the show,
everyone was nervous. All the big names had already been up. With
cheers and applause for almost every outfit. The models in the back
room were quite snooty to all the girls, sitting in light robes
covering their outfits. It was decided by Mae that Sally would be
first, with her stunning body and hair. Followed by Sheila, Cindy,
Theresa and Candice. With the models from the salon and several from
Mae's preceding the triplets, who would be last.

The big moment arrived. Second Skin clothiers was announced and Mae
cued Sally. She stepped out onto the runway. There was a gasp... and
the place fell silent. Sally retained her composure, thinking that they
hated her. She was doing her best to fight back her rising panic and
tears as she proceeded down the runway, turned and then back again.

"Oh my, I've never seen this happen before," Mae said.

"I'm afraid I haven't either," Moore said.

"Well, we might as well make a show of it before we pack up our tents
and go home," Sheila said. She stepped out on cue, there was another
gasp, but further silence. Sheila held herself proud as she paraded
down, turned and then back, followed by the rest in turn. Now there
were quiet murmurings in the crowd. Photo flashes popped left and
right, but nothing like the big names had witnessed. The triplets took
their cues from the other women, carrying themselves proudly. They each
wore a portion of a picture of the New York skyline. Together they
completed much of the picture. As they stepped out there was an audible
gasp, and then bedlam. The place erupted with applause and a standing
ovation that didn't stop. Mae prodded all the girls out again and the
place became a mad house of applause and photoflashes. They were a hit,
the biggest the show had ever seen.

The show executives requested that the designers step out and the girls
shrugged and all of them stepped out. This brought the house down
again. So the show executives requested the Officers of the company
step out. This time Sheila, Cindy, Theresa, Sally and Mae stepped out.
Again there was a standing ovation. Mae whispered in the executives'
ears and they announced the inventor of a new fashion manufacturing
process which had produced all the outfits: Mr. John Stevens. John was
in the audience. He reluctantly stood and made his way to the stage. He
wore his custom made tuxedo. Bedlam re-erupted from the audience as
they gave him a standing ovation which didn't stop. He motioned the
girls out, who now all had tears streaming down their cheeks. One last
time they paraded down the runway and back. Then John lined them up
next to him, kissing each quickly in turn as she returned. They all
took a final bow and withdrew. The catcalls and applause echoing in
their ears.

The heads of several major fashion designers known throughout the world
came back and made inquiries into purchasing the company. They were
politely refused. The executive came back and asked for one last
encore. John suggested that the triplets step out in their New York
outfits, with Cindy and Theresa on each end, bracketed by Sally and
Sheila. They took one final bow and withdrew. Tears streaming down
their faces.

That night Mae chose which parties they would attend, based upon who
would most influence their business. They chose the fashion reporters'
party. The girls put on their most elegant evening fashions. John, a
different Tuxedo. Kevin wore his dress uniform, tailored by Theresa,
but within code. He was introduced simply as her fianc�. Limousines
drove them to the party. Candice and Mae had a full time task
chaperoning the triplets. Suitors lined up by the dozens to meet them.

John kept Cindy, Sally and Sheila close by him as he fielded questions.
Sheila kissed him and relieved Mae as chaperon so she could better work
the party. She made the rounds with Mr. Moore, talking to the different
fashion editors.

"No, we aren't in Paris yet. So far there is just the salon in New York
and the one in San Francisco... Yes, they would be opening many more as
they came up to steam, starting with the largest cities in America
first and then the international capitols," Mae fielded.

"Yes, they would gladly perform private fittings for diplomatic
clientele at a separate, secret location. No, I can't tell you where,
then it wouldn't be a secret," Mr. Moore answered.

"No Miss, I don't want to go home with you, I have enough women in my
life. Yes, you are attractive, but thank you no," both John and Kevin
replied.

"The cheek of these women," Cindy chuckled, "at least they could ask
you when I'm out of earshot." Theresa took hold of Kevin's arm and let
it be known that he was hers! Cindy did much the same with John.
Champagne and hors d'oeuvres flowed freely. The triplets tried the
caviar, but found it a bit too salty. Sheila didn't dare tell them or
Candice what it was.

The models from the New York and San Francisco salons got offers, which
they were free to accept at Mae's suggestion. The triplets got the
most, but declined for now. But Mae had them collect business cards for
the future. Cindy, Sally, Sheila and even Jean declined marriage
proposals. Explaining that they were already engaged. They just smiled
when asked to whom. Mae collected invitations for them for private
parties for two weeks to come, saying she'd see what she could do.

About midnight, the girls started to run down. John was ready long
before. They made their good-byes and exited. Again, limousines carted
them away. Cindy and Sally rode bracketing John with Sheila and Jean
choosing to ride in the jump seats rather than take another one.

"Well, you're a hit," John said.

"I still don't believe it," Cindy said.

"Nobody pinch me. I don't want to wake up," said Sally.

"Damn, and I was so looking forward to pinching you," John said.

"This can't be real. *I* got two marriage proposals tonight!" Jean
said.

"You folks best believe it, 'cause now it gets hot and heavy," Sheila
said.

"Not for me, I'm in semi-retirement," John said.

"I don't believe it for a minute," Cindy said.

"Wait and see," John said.

"I will," Cindy replied, softly. Theresa and Kevin opted for a hotel
room. Likewise Candice and Mae riding herd on the triplets, they took a
large suite. When queried about whether or not he wanted lots of
company that night, John had declined. He knew that there would be
ample opportunity for that. He was partied out for the night. There
would be ample opportunities for that as well.

So everybody celebrated in their own way. Perhaps the most active were
Candice, Mae and the triplets. They didn't get to sleep until the gray
light of dawn. Sally and Jean kissed John, Cindy and Sheila good night,
then entered their own abode. John slipped off his coat, shoes and
cumber bun. Sighing heavily.

"Cup of coffee?" Cindy inquired.

"A cup of tea would be nice, but sit down, I'll make it," he said.

"That sounds good for me as well," Sheila added.

"I don't think I could sit down yet. You two relax while I burn off a
little energy," Cindy said.

"Can't burn much off making tea, but thank you," John said. John sat
back on the sofa and leaned his head back, eyes closed. Sheila kicked
off her shoes and moved around behind the sofa and began to rub his
shoulders and neck. "Mmm... that feels good," John said.

"Why so tight?" Sheila asked.

"Don't know," John said, enjoying the rub.

"I do," said Cindy, sitting next to him.

"And why's that?" John asked, keeping his eyes shut.

"Because tonight you watched all your *projects* graduate," Cindy said.
John lifted his head and looked at her. He nodded and closed his eyes,
again leaning back.

"Ennui?" Sheila asked.

"A bit," John replied.

"What's ennui?" Cindy asked.

"It refers to a combined sense of both weariness and boredom," Sheila
explained. Cindy nodded.

"So you're bored with us?" Cindy asked.

"No, not with you," John said, his eyes still closed.

"With what then?" she asked.

"With life.... not so much bored, as weary," John said.

"Time for a sabbatical?" Sheila asked. John was silent for a bit and
then nodded.

"Okay, what's a sabbatical... does it have to do with taking a trip or
something like that?" Cindy asked.

"Sort of. More than just a trip. A solo trip... to where there is no-
one. You read *Niven* from my library, didn't you?" John asked.

"Some... *Ringworld and Neutron Star*," Cindy replied.

"Those will do. Remember *Louis Wu*? How he took a solo spaceship on a
twenty year run into the unknown?" John asked.

"Actually, it referred to him having only gotten back from one, twenty
years previous to his two hundredth birthday," Cindy corrected him.

"Whatever, it's been a few years since I last read it," John said.

"So what about it?" Cindy asked.

"So a sabbatical is a long solo trip into the unknown," John said.

"Kind of hard to duplicate that. No spaceships available yet, and not
many places left on earth without people," Cindy said.

"No, but I was thinking along the lines of a long solo drive," John
said.

"But where would you go? What would you do?" Cindy asked.

"Maybe get me one of those self contained motor homes and drive it
across the country. Maybe start in Key West, see Hemingway's house and
each conch stew. Then travel up the coast, through Vermont and the New
England area. Then maybe across to the great lakes, try some Pike
fishing. Then zigzag across the country, maybe do some trout fishing in
the Rockies. Perhaps on a whim follow the Missouri river from its
headwaters in Montana down through St. Louis where it joins the
Mississippi and then down to New Orleans. Take a ferry across the gulf
to Mexico and then come back up through Arizona or New Mexico, maybe
see the Grand Canyon, Bryce, Zion's and Canyon lands. Then maybe up to
Yellowstone and the Tetons and then across up to Washington and Oregon,
British Columbia and maybe drive all the way up to Alaska and then back
again, down the coast highway through California, jogging in to see
Yosemite," John said.

"That's one hell of a drive," Cindy said.

"Sounds delightful," Sheila mused.

"Who would you take with you?" Cindy asked.

"Nobody, that's the point," John said.

"And what are we supposed to be doing all this time?" Cindy asked.

"Darling, you just signed yourself up for a whirlwind tour. You're
going to be so busy you'll hardly know I'm gone," John said.

"I'll know," Cindy said softly. John looked at her. Cindy kind of
looked at the floor.

"Cindy, consider this. Just before I first met you and Theresa, it was
my intention to live in the desert as a hermit for years. Instead of
that, I haven't hardly been alone to take a shit in the last year and a
half. It's not you, it's not Theresa or Sheila or the Triplets or
anybody else in particular. It's all of you. It's not bad, I love each
and every one of you to death. I intend to marry each and every one of
you if you still want me when I get back. But in the meantime, I just
want some peace and quiet. I *need* lone time. It's in my nature. I
need time again to discover who I am, for me, not for anybody else,
just for me," John said.

"I understand," Sheila said, "I know it would defeat the purpose, but I
wish I was going with you."

"You're going to be even busier than Cindy and the rest," John said.

"I know," Sheila said, softly. Cindy looked at him.

"I can see that you need this, so I guess you'd better do it. But I'll
be waiting when you get back," Cindy said.

"Well, don't worry, I'm not leaving for a while yet. I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to bring you girls down on your big night.... I was just
thinking out loud," John said.

"You weren't bringing us down. You were saying what's on your mind.
Being in love with someone doesn't mean you love them as long as the
party lasts. It means you share everything. The good and the bad. You
shared our party tonight. We share your honest feelings now," Sheila
said.

"Who said the party's over?" said John, mischievously.

"Just a figure of speech," Sheila said. The kettle sang and Cindy got
up and took it off the stove. She took down three mugs and the tea pot.
She poured some boiling water into the pot and swished it around, pre-
heating the pot. Then she added some tea bags and poured in the rest of
the boiling water. She wrapped a dish towel around the pot and set it
on a tray with the mugs, carrying the whole bunch to the coffee table.
John watched, his eyes alive with pride.

"You've learned a lot about life in the past year and a half, love,"
John said.

"I can't deny that. But what brought that on?" Cindy asked.

"Oh, I was just thinking about what you knew about making tea back
then," John said.

"Not much to that," Cindy said.

"No... but added onto all the other stuff you've learned.... well, What
I mean to say... is that you've turned into one hell of a fine woman.
I'm very proud of you," John said, meaning it. Cindy looked at him in
sudden surprise. A glint of a tear forming in her eyes.

"You should be very proud of her, she's someone very easy to be proud
of," Sheila added. Cindy looked at her, also in surprise. Tears started
to flow.

"Whatever I am, It's mostly because of John," Cindy said.

"Oh no, I had very little to do with it. What you are, you mostly made
yourself. I just gave you a conducive environment. You're the one who
did all the changing.... the sculpting, if you will. You've shaped
yourself into a very fine young woman. I'm just honored that I've known
your company," John said. Cindy sat next to him and leaned her head
against him. Tears flowing from her cheeks. John lifted her onto his
lap and kissed at them. Sheila's hand slid affectionately over her
cheek. She concluded her shoulder rub and moved around the sofa. She
sank to her knees before them and poured the tea. Her own eye's misty.

Cindy snuggled to her man. Her eyes now slowly dripping tears. His
words of praise had caught her off guard. Her hand moved out and she
caught a tear from Sheila's cheek on a finger tip. She brought it to
her lips and tasted it. Then her hand returned to caress Sheila's
cheek. At the same time she lifted her mouth and softly kissed John on
his cheek.

"You know, you two have been like parents to me... the only decent
parents I've ever known. In many ways, you're what parents should be
like. Setting aside the love making of course, parents should *never*
make love with their children, but I certainly wouldn't have missed
that with you two. I experience the greatest depth of feeling when I
make love with either of you two. Much more than I experience with
anybody else. Your love is the most treasured thing in my life. I don't
ever want to lose that," Cindy said. Sheila took her hand and kissed
it.

"Why would you lose it?" she said.

"I don't know, it just feels like I am.... I guess it's the things
you've been saying. They are the kind of things parents say to their
children when they grow up and move away," Cindy said.

"You going anywhere? 'Cause I'm not. I've found my home," Sheila said.

"No.... but John might," Cindy said.

"Whoa, don't go getting me wrong. I'm talking about a sort of vacation.
I *want* you in my life when I get back. I want you both in my life
until the day I die, which I intend to be a long time from now," John
said.

"I don't want you to go at all... but I can see you *need* to. So I
won't stand in your way. But promise me something," Cindy said.

"What's that?"

"That you *will* make love while you're away.... and that you *won't*
bring them back with you. I don't think I could take *another* lover
for a while yet," Cindy chuckled.

"Why would you *want* me to make love while I'm away?" John asked.

"Because, I want you to be happy. And I know how much you enjoy making
love," Cindy said.

"Speaking of which," John said, caressing Cindy's body.

"You haven't promised me yet," Cindy said. John gazed into her eyes.
She was lovely. He could also see she meant it... every word of it. He
sighed.

"Alright. I promise," he said.

"Thank you. Now let's drink our tea. And then I want to make gentle
love to each of you all night.."

"I think that can be arranged," John said, kissing her softly. It
wasn't *all* night, but it was a good portion of it. The sweetest,
gentlest love Cindy had ever known. They slept well into the day.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 74

"I doubt I have ever seen a happier woman in my life," Sally's voice
said. Cindy lifted her head and looked at the stunning red-head.

"Good morning, dear heart," she said, laying her head back against its
soft rest.

"Good *afternoon*. Breakfast is ready," Sally said, bending to kiss her
softly on the cheek. Her other cheek rested on one of Sheila's breasts.
John was snuggled behind her. She softly kissed at Sheila's nipple and
she stirred. Sheila stretched and then softly drew her finger tips over
Cindy's shoulder. Cindy caught the hand and kissed it.

"Good morning, darling," Sheila said.

"Good morning to you all," John said.

"Sally informs me that it's now afternoon, and that breakfast is
ready," Cindy said. John lifted his head to look at Sally.

"Thank you, dear heart. You didn't have to do that," he said.

"I know. I wanted to. I came in and found you all sleeping soundly. You
all looked so peaceful and happy. I didn't want to disturb you," Sally
said. John kissed Sheila on the cheek and Cindy on the forehead before
he rolled out of bed. Sally collected a hug and a kiss on the cheek
from him before he headed for the bathroom.

"Just brush your teeth. You can shower after breakfast. It's getting
cold," Sally called after him. She looked back at the lovely pair on
the bed, snuggling together and caressing each other while they waited
for their turn in the bath.

"Like I said, I don't think I've ever seen a happier woman," Sally
chuckled.

"I have good reason to be happy. I've got more love than I have a clue
what to do with. Last night these two made the most gentle sweet love
I've ever known to me," Cindy said, kissing Sheila's cheek.

"You were inspiring," Sheila said, tracing her fingers over Cindy's
breasts.

"I wouldn't mind some of that myself, if any of you are interested
after breakfast," Sally said.

"I'll take some of that," John said, returning from the bathroom.

Cindy kissed Sheila and slipped out, "Me too." she called over her
shoulder.

"That makes it unanimous, looks like you aren't going anywhere today.
Have you heard from the others?" Sheila asked.

"Candice and Mae are playing tourist with the triplets. Theresa and
Kevin decided to join them. Jean's at the salon giving Mr. Moore a hand
with scheduling all the appointments that have been pouring in all
morning. I think we're booked for months. I just left for a break,
actually. But things are running as smooth as glass," Sally replied.

"You've already scanned some customers?" John asked, slipping a robe
on..

"Already scanned and produced a dozen outfits. Damn, every one of them
were gorgeous women. I got so damn horny I *had* to leave. Especially
'cause I was getting offers from several who got really turned on, even
by the new scanners. I can't imagine how they would have reacted to the
old one. I hadn't heard from you folks so I thought I'd drop in rather
than call, just in case you were sleeping," Sally said, leading John by
the hand to the kitchen. John kissed Sally deeply before she wriggled
away.

"No, I'm horny enough. You can have all you want after you eat. Now sit
down," Sally chuckled. None the less, Sally got a whole lot hornier as
the two women joined them, each collecting a searching kiss and a hug
before sitting down.

"So how are we doing money wise?" Sheila asked, over her eggs.

"We took in over fifty thousand before I left. I fully expect we'll
break a hundred for the day. Maybe a hundred-fifty," Sally replied.

"So we'll be able to make payroll then. Looks like we can pay you,
Sheila," John said.

"I never doubted it. But don't. Let's put it into getting as many
locations as we can open. I'm not hurting for cash," Sheila said.

"We made fifty thousand dollars this morning?" Cindy asked,
incredulously.

"Easily. Thank god most of it was on credit card. I still had to make a
drop at the bank on the way here," Sally said.

"Somebody paid cash?" John asked.

"Two women. They took two outfits each," Sally replied.

"You carried fourteen thousand dollars in cash to the bank?" Cindy
asked.

"Yup, over that with tax. I was scared shitless. Made me even hornier,"
Sally chuckled.

"Well, we'll happily cure that in a minute. In the meantime let's talk
about beefing up security. I think we need an armed guard present at
every salon, but don't hire normal rent-a-cops, see if you can't hire
off duty police women. Maybe offer them the incentive of a free
outfit," John said.

"How about making them pay directly at the bank if they want to use
cash? They could supply them credit vouchers. We'd never have to deal
with cash," Sheila said.

"You might lose customers that way. I figure it's likely anybody who
has *that* much cash around doesn't want that fact recorded at any
bank," John chuckled.

"I think we can do without *those* customers anyway. Let's stay as
legal as possible. The law says that any transaction that big at a bank
has to be reported to the IRS. But I'm not sure that applies to other
places, like Western Union and such. Let's check that out. Maybe offer
them a percentage for the service. I like the guard idea though,
anyway," Sheila said.

"I agree. We can't have that much cash around, for our customers'
safety. I think we should post signs at each place saying: 'For our
customers' safety, this establishment will not accept cash
transactions'," Cindy said.

"It's your company, love. But I think that's a good idea. It doesn't
sound like you'll be hurting for customers anyway," John said.

"So how does it feel to double your net worth in a day, Cindy?" Sheila
asked. Cindy just looked at her, speechless, for a moment.

Then replied, "Sexy... come on Sally, let's go cure what ails you."
Sheila shifted over to John's lap.

"We'll be in for round two," she said, turning to kiss John.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 75

John purchased himself the most luxurious motor home he could find. It
was equipped with a motorcycle rack that held a small dirt bike he
could load by himself. His idea was to use the dirt bike for local
travel after parking the motor home at a hook up location. Inside the
motor home he had every convenience he could wish for.... except
company. This he flatly refused. He was on sabbatical.

The girls' company was doing spectacularly. The previous six months had
seen the opening of another dozen sites. Now the hardest part about
establishing a site, was the selection of personnel to run it. That
would change. Sheila was now working with a national personnel agency
who pre-scanned thousands of applicants before the girls ever had to
deal with the final selections. Which they insisted upon doing
personally. Mae took on the role of training director, Candice her
personal assistant.

Sheila hired Judy away from the brokerage and took to traveling with
her, almost always taking one of the triplets along. Theresa was in the
midst of her first quarter at the local college. Spending weekends at
the silo with Kevin. The girls held a strategy meeting every Saturday
afternoon at the silo. Everyone but John attending. Those who remained
at the silo, worked on its completion. Kevin had lots of willing
partners, both for work and play. Working on the silo became pleasant
therapy for those who were spending most their time on the road opening
new salons.

With first thaw, trucks and crews arrived to begin the tasks of
stringing a secure fence around the property and planting trees. The
road into the silo was graded, oiled and paved. The work crews
contained more than one mole on assignment from the Russians. John's
plan was working magnificently. The Russians were applying a
considerable amount of money and manpower to watch over the silo and
its residents.

John played tourist and kept in contact with the everyone by secure
modem over cellular links. The girls kept him very entertained with a
constant stream of erotic pictures attached to their E-mail. Each,
trying to entice him back by their words and poses. He remained aloof
to the input. Sending his love and narratives of what he saw and did.
He took to only reading his E-mail once a week.

The first rain storm that caught him on the motorcycle, prompted the
purchase of a small, light weight compact car that he towed behind the
motor home. Mostly he spent his time alone, seeing the sights and
enjoying the drive. After about a month on the road, he made good his
promise to Cindy, wearing a condom in his concern over picking
something up and giving it to the girls later. The woman was more than
pleased she'd chosen to spend the night with him. She was a Russian
agent. She learned nothing except the facts that John traveled with an
incredible array of secure communications equipment, and that he was an
outstanding lover.

She did verify that he carried Government credentials relating to a
project called "SFB", which was interpreted by the Russians as "Special
Forces Binary's". Binary's being a type of nerve agent that only became
active when two agents were mixed. This instigated an escalation of
their surveillance of John and the silo's residents. It got so that
John would mysteriously encounter a stunning woman in just about every
large town he passed through. Every one of them seemed to be hell bent
upon seducing him, even though there was almost always more attractive
and younger men around when they did it. John allowed himself to be
seduced. Actually obtaining a clandestine video photo of each one and
uploading them to Howdy for his agent files. Howdy had sent word to
John that he suspected the women were agents.

"I knew that," John replied, "but they're still lovely." Howdy had
chuckled over his reply. He met John at Warner Robins AFB in Georgia. A
minor Mecca of electronics defense companies and equipment. They talked
in secure quarters while the motor home was scanned for bugs that the
women might have planted. Several were found. Then the motor home was
virtually dissected by government electronics engineers, who had a ball
playing with their exotic toys. Several more bugs were found by visual
examination. One, the most clever, disguised as a screw head on one of
the cabinets in the motor home.

"Damn clever, those Russians," Howdy said, sipping a single malt
scotch.

"Yeah, I never would have noticed that bug without a scan," John said.

"You wouldn't have noticed it even then. It wouldn't go active without
receiving a special digital code on a carrier that powered it. We only
noticed it because it was longer than the other screws. The shank of
the screw was the antenna," Howdy said.

"I don't make any voice calls to the Silo anyway," John said.

"Good idea. I've got a little something for you. It's being installed
right now," Howdy told him.

"What's that?" John asked.

"A not so secure safe. It will hold bogus files that the women can
steal or copy," Howdy said.

"Huh... So I should allow the next one some time alone in the motor
home while I go out for take out food?" John said.

"Yeah, that would work. I kind of envy you. Those last two were
knockouts. Any idea what they'll try next?" Howdy asked.

"I've been expecting them to try a bisexual pair, or maybe even twins.
Can't say that I'm not enjoying myself. I kind of feel guilty though,"
John said.

"About what?"

"Well, I know Cindy made me promise to make love while I was on the
road, but I think she had in mind an occasional snuggle. I doubt she
had a constant stream of them in mind," John said.

"So you feel like you're cheating on your women?" Howdy asked.

"A little bit," John said.

"Well, you don't have to sleep with them. But I will admit it's having
a positive effect upon the project. I figure they have at least two
dozen full time agents on the silo residents now, you included. You
probably have a full time tail team," Howdy said.

"Yeah, they change cars almost every big town, but I almost always have
a car hanging back behind me," John said.

"Well, here's your disk for next month. Keep it on your person when you
leave the next woman alone. I've got to get going. I've got a briefing
at the White House this evening," Howdy said.

"Thanks. Uh, think you could arrange some time in New York next week?
The triplets have been asking about you," John asked.

"I'm booked solid for at least a month. Why New York?" he asked.

"Oh, they have a special private show scheduled for diplomats' wives.
Modeling bullet proof fashions. I just thought it would be convenient
for you," John said.

"Bullet proof?....Oh, yeah. Think they could get down to Washington
D.C.?" Howdy asked.

"Probably. Why don't you e-mail them directly at the silo?" John said.

"I just may do that... I could use a little R&R," Howdy said.

"Rape and Ravage?" John chuckled.

"Yeah, and in their case I know who the willing victim would be.. me,"
Howdy chuckled.

"No doubt in my mind," John said.

"Come on, I'll show you your new safes," Howdy said.

"Safes? Plural?" John asked.

"Yeah, based upon the magic calculator premise. The other one is behind
your freezer compartment. So you can keep your decode disk secure while
you sleep," Howdy said. John was correct in his suspicions about both
the bisexuals and the twins. In Myrtle Beach South Carolina he
encountered a stunning dark skinned pair of twins from the Cayman
Islands who took quite a suspicious shine to him. They left no doubt as
to their interest in each other as well. John indulged himself. One
expertly riffled his decoy safe while she was supposedly asleep and the
other accompanied him on an excursion for Chinese take out. This fact
was recorded on some hidden electronics. She also planted several more
bugs. They questioned him on his itinerary.

"North, for now. Whatever my heart desires," John said.

"Can we go with you?" Claudine asked.

"Gosh, I don't know. Don't you have a job to go to?" John asked.

"No, we're on vacation too. And we like you very much," Claudette said.

"I like you two very much as well, but... I'm kind of on a sabbatical.
Sometimes I just like being alone... Don't take it personal," John
said.

"We don't. We understand. Perhaps we will encounter each other again.
We're traveling North as well," Claudine said. As tempting as they
were, John really didn't want full time company. Instead, they did
their best to cripple him and each other with their tongues before he
departed, alone.

"Damn. This Cowboy is a hard case to crack," Claudette said, watching
him drive off..

"Not too hard, and quite enjoyable. I wouldn't mind duty like this
anytime," Claudine replied.

"I must say I quite enjoyed myself as well. Especially that trick with
your tongue that he taught you. Seemed you were taking your acting role
to heart," Claudette said.

"Who said I was acting?" Claudine asked her sister, seductively.

"What time is our drop? If we have time... Would you like to go back to
the room?" Claudette asked, taking the bait.

"Plenty of time... I think I'd enjoy that very much," Her sister
replied.

"I think this Cowboy is corrupting us," Claudette commented as they
headed for a motel.

"I don't really care. I think I'd very much like to join his little
harem in the desert, whatever they are doing," Claudine said.

"Better not let Sergei hear you talk like that, or we'll end up
spending time in Siberia," Claudette said.

"If Sergei was half the man John Stevens was, I might care what he
thought," Claudine said.

"I must agree with you there. I never met such a lover in my life,"
Claudette said, wistfully.

John stopped at the next RV camp and checked in for the night to
recover from the twins. He verified the safe had been opened and sent
word of the event to Howdy before he slept. In Washington D.C. he spent
several days viewing the Smithsonian Museum. The second night a
stunning black and white pair of women picked up the task. He left them
blissfully happy with no further information.... about the silo.

In Baltimore, they tried a different ploy. A very young, *very* well
built woman virtually threw herself at John. As tempting as she was, he
resisted successfully. A good thing as she was just sixteen. The
Russians were attempting to obtain black mail evidence against him. The
turn of events was disturbing. After that he remained aloof to advances
made towards him for quite a while. When he reached New York, he spent
time with Sally and Jean. Grateful for not having to use prophylactics.
He left the motor home with an electronics scanning team and took cabs
during his stay. During the second night, they happened to be watching
a movie on TV. John made comment over how gorgeous an actress in it
was. Sally giggled.

"What?" John asked.

"She was in the salon last week. I've viewed every square inch of her
body. She *is* gorgeous... and very *Bi*," Sally said.

"How could you know that?" John asked.

"Not too many other ways to interpret the invitation she made to me,"
Sally said.

"Why didn't you take her up on it?" John asked.

"I was sorely tempted.... I did say I'd consider her offer for dinner,"
Sally said, getting an idea. The next morning at the Salon she looked
up a file and made a call. She met the actress for lunch in a secluded
restaurant. She chatted with her for several hours, confirming her own
inclinations and how she came about pursuing them. The actress listened
in rapt fascination as she told her all about her weekend with John.
Sally told her of John's comment about her in the movie. The actress
fell for the bait and invited her to bring him and Jean for dinner.

That evening Sally had John and Jean dress formally for dinner. She
would tell them nothing of her plans. A limousine met them and drove
them to a secluded Long Island estate. Sally would say nothing about
who owned it. She treasured the look on John's face when the actress
greeted them. Both the food and the company were outstanding. The
actress shooed the staff away after dinner and suggested a hot tub. All
were very willing.

John indulged himself as he viewed the stunning woman remove her
elegant clothes. He felt a bit self conscious as he removed his own.
Sally broke the ice by moving into the actress's arms and kissing her
deeply. John grew rock hard with Jean on his lap. Then Sally moved to
keep Jean company when the actress motioned for John. Later they all
ganged up on her as they gave her orgasm after orgasm. They accepted
her invitation to spend the night. Jean and Sally opted to use the
guest room. John spent the night with the stunning woman snuggled to
him.

In the morning they left a blissfully satisfied woman and the seeds of
a very rewarding reputation. The actress got on the phone to other
actresses she knew. John spent several more days with Sally and Jean.
The scanning was taking longer than they expected. At first they found
nothing. Finally they ended up replacing every single nut and bolt in
the motor home. Virtually every other part was X-rayed. This uncovered
several bugs.

John finally picked up a *very* clean motor home and continued his
journey North. He traveled through up-state New York and then through
Vermont, New Hampshire and into Maine. Finally he visited Nova Scotia.
Sally and Jean took to spending quite a bit of time on weekends at the
actress's estate on Long Island. Sometimes she would have the company
of other actresses. All expressed an interest in John as well as Sally
and Jean.

"I don't know. He's on Sabbatical. Maybe when he gets back," was all
she could offer them. Sally forwarded the requests to John by secure e-
mail.

"So where is *Cowboy* today?" Sergei asked, browsing the latest file
update.

"Ottawa, Canada," his aid replied.

"Well, no question that the silo's involved in Binary. Wished I knew
what *Cowboy* was up to. He damn sure isn't just a tourist. Not a
single bug has issued a peep. He has that damn motor home scanned every
time one of our agents makes contact. Wish the hell he'd taken the bait
on that teenager," Sergei said.

"Wish the hell I could, after seeing her file. Advanced sexual
training!" his aid mused, rolling his eyes.

"You find out what *Cowboy* is up to and I'll arrange a month with her
for you," Sergei told him.

"That is a bonus worth working for," his aid replied.

John had to destroy the bogus files in his safe before entering Canada.
He re-entered the U.S. at Niagara Falls. He angled down into
Pennsylvania, passed into West Virginia and jogged over into Ohio.
Howdy met him at a small military compound outside Cincinnati.

"Any more precocious women throw themselves at you?" Howdy asked, over
a good scotch.

"No, I think they were trying to get black mail material on me. A
couple of women in Canada made a play, but I wasn't in the mood," John
said, sipping his own drink.

"A good thing. I'd like them to think you traveled through Canada with
the file intact. I have an exact duplicate for you... and another one
to go with it," Howdy said.

"You want to give the impression I picked it up in Canada?" John asked.
Howdy nodded. "How was your time with the triplets?" John asked.

"You probably know quite well. I'm sure they wrote you," Howdy said.

"They only said that they had a good time. They didn't give any
details," John replied.

"If that's their idea of a good time, I don't think I'd live through a
great time," Howdy said.

"Perhaps they were just showing their gratitude. Not every day girls
their ages get to meet the president. Nice touch, that. Glad you
enjoyed yourself. They certainly like you," John said.

"I'm very fond of them as well," Howdy said, distracted.

"How long do you think you'll have your present job?" John asked.

"Oh... I don't know. I'm fairly certain that the president will get re-
elected. So at least another six years. I'll be more than ready to get
out of it by then anyway. Why?" Howdy asked.

"Oh, just wondering. How did they handle meeting the president?" John
asked.

"Quite well. I was very proud of them. I think he was as charmed as
they were. I think it's a good thing the First Lady was around. I could
just see them giving our commander-in-chief a heart attack," Howdy
chuckled. John busted out laughing over the thought.

"I think that they would like you to join them when you retire," John
said. Howdy looked up at him sharply.

"I thought you were going to marry them," he said.

"I am. That's the nice thing about a line marriage. You'd be co-
husbands with Kevin and I," John said.

"I must say that does sound appealing," Howdy said.

"Think about it. I don't think our little ruse will last much longer
than that anyway. I'm not sure how I'd like working for the next
president either," John said.

"Probably right. I will think about it. Here's your disk for next
month," Howdy said.

"How's the construction coming at the silo?" John asked, accepting the
disk.

"Very well. They've got the fence strung and the road paved. They've
planted a bunch of trees and made a good start on the sewage and water
systems for your little community. How's the money doing? I see quite a
few outfits I'm certain came from one of your salons showing up in
Washington," Howdy said.

"Not my salons, the girls'. But my royalties are beginning to pile up.
They've almost exceeded my total lottery winnings already. My lawyers
are bitching and moaning about all the taxes I'm going to have to pay.
I'm going to have to spend like crazy on the housing before too long,"
John said.

"How long do you plan to stay on sabbatical?" Howdy asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm enjoying myself. I may take a break at the silo
and do some more planning on the housing complex, just to get things
moving," John said.

"I think that would be a *very* good idea. The triplets sure miss you..
.. and they said that Cindy is just about climbing the walls missing
you," Howdy said.

"She hasn't said anything about it in her letters," John said.

"Of course she hasn't. She wants you to enjoy yourself. But I can
guarantee that she misses you very much. Andrea said she's taken to
sleeping with your mannequin... and *no-one* else," Howdy said.

"That's not like her," John said.

"No, it's not. I think you'd better make an appearance soon," Howdy
said.

"I have a better idea. I think I'll ask her to join me on the road for
a while," John said.

"That is a better idea. But the others still miss you too," Howdy said.

"Well, maybe I'll start scheduling to meet them one at a time for a
weekend. Have them fly out to wherever I am," John said.

"Sounds like a good idea. What do you think the Russians will try
next?" Howdy asked.

"With me, maybe trying to get me involved in drugs. But I think that
they're probably due to take a stab at the girls. I think that Theresa
and Sally are the most vulnerable there. Theresa's probably easiest to
get close to, with her being in school," John said.

"Well, you've been right so far. I'll have our people keep an extra
close eye on both of them, and the girls in San Francisco. I think the
ones at the silo are fairly secure there," Howdy said.

"Thanks, I'd appreciate that. I've been a little concerned over it,"
John said.

"That's one reason why I think that you letting them steal those files
is a good idea. I'm afraid they might get.... *drastic*, if they didn't
find out anything," Howdy said.

"Drastic how?" John asked.

"Well, they aren't above kidnapping. That's why I started the bogus
file thing. So that they would get *something*. I'll have our folks
keep an extra sharp eye on the girls though. I think that I should get
them each locator bracelets too," Howdy said.

"Locator bracelets?" John asked.

"Bracelets that look like ordinary jewelry. But which respond to a
digital coded carrier when pinged," Howdy said.

"What if they remove the jewelry?" John asked.

"Well, the next best thing is a surgical implant. I don't know how the
girls would like that idea," Howdy said.

"Yeah, be a shame to mar those lovely bodies with surgery scars," John
said.

"That wouldn't be a problem. We'd have them installed by the best
plastic surgeons. It can be done using an osteoscope. Minimally
intrusive. They plant a little pellet in the abdomen. They can go in
through the navel. Other than that... there's suppositories that they
can insert," Howdy said.

"Well, the surgery still sounds like a bit much, but I'll check with
them to see how they feel about it. In the meantime, get them some
bracelets *and* some suppositories," John said.

"Will do. Let's go see how the scanning is coming," Howdy said.

"I doubt they will find anything. I didn't let anybody in except a
customs inspector at the border and I stayed pretty close other times,"
John said.

"I don't think you realize just how good they *are*." Howdy chuckled.
He was correct. They found two more bugs.

"I don't understand it. I never let it out of my sight except at the
border," John said.

"Have to add that customs inspector to my list," Howdy chuckled.

"Jeez, an employee of our own government," John commented.

"You'd be amazed at the number of government employees are on foreign
payrolls," Howdy said, soberly. John arranged to have Cindy meet him in
Louisville, Kentucky. She was ecstatic about the idea. She was ready
for a vacation herself. She let him know just how ecstatic she was in
the airport short term parking lot. They drove down through Tennessee
and over into Arkansas before looping back and zigzagging up through
Missouri, Illinois, Iowa, Wisconsin and Minnesota. Cindy was in seventh
heaven.

Each evening, or whenever they felt like it, they would make love in
the spacious bed of the motor home. They talked endlessly about how the
business was going and how construction of the silo was proceeding...
without getting too specific, as John could never be sure the motor
home wasn't bugged. Mostly they enjoyed each other's company.

It was late evening. They were parked by a lake in Minnesota. Cindy
snuggled to John's side as they listened to a Loon out on the lake
through the screened windows of the motor home. They had just made love
for the fourth time that day.

"I want to thank you for this time. I know you still need some time to
yourself, but I was going nuts without you," Cindy said.

"Can't have you doing that. I care too much about you to let that
happen," John replied.

"I love you so much... at times I think I could bust," Cindy said.
Tears coming to her eyes.

"I love you too. What say we get married when I get back, say in
August, no later than September," John said. Cindy hugged him fiercely
and said yes. This prompted them to make love yet again. Later, they
drifted off to sleep, snuggled in each other's arms.

"Dear heart?" John asked on the road the next day.

"Yes love?" Cindy asked, watching the forested landscape.

"You really don't mind about the women I meet out here on the road?" he
asked.

"Of course not. I made you promise you'd make love to others on this
trip, remember?" she asked.

"Yes, that's the only reason that I was able to do it. But I don't
think you were thinking about as many as there has been," John said.
Cindy was well aware of exactly how many there had been. She also knew
why.

"No, Love. I don't mind... Sally said you made quite an impression in
New York, how was she?" Cindy asked.

"The actress?" John asked.

"Uh huh."

"Well, not bad. She probably deserved that academy award she got for
that movie where she did that steamy love scene," John chuckled.

"Yeah, I'll bet. Sally's been spending most every weekend with her, so
has Jean. I understand you have quite a few offers tended," Cindy
chuckled.

"So I've been told. I don't understand that. My performance wasn't
*that* good," John said.

"Oh, I don't doubt for an instant that it was probably better than
anything she ever encountered before. Actors tend to be a self-centered
lot. Hardly conducive to proper love making," Cindy said.

"What brought that up? You curious about one of them?" John said.

"How'd you guess?" Cindy chuckled.

"I just know my lady... which one?" John asked.

"Guess," she teased.

"That little blonde from that car chase movie," John said.

"You *do* know me fairly well, don't you? I think she's adorable,"
Cindy said.

"Yeah, she's adorable. Maybe too cute. I bet we'd find implant scars,"
John chuckled.

"Maybe. Be fun to look, don't you think?" Cindy said.

"You know me. I like them any size. Just so I get to play with them,"
John said.

"Yeah, I know that about you," Cindy chuckled, "It just so happens that
she lives not far from here. Sally sent me her address this morning
while you were in the shower. She's expecting us this evening for
dinner."

"You know, it takes three men to make up a conspiracy, but only one
woman. Two of you is almost equal to a whole revolution," John
chuckled.

"The *Junta's* behind us! Take the third exit coming up," Cindy said,
consulting the map on the GPS system.

The blonde didn't have *any* scars. They were natural and magnificent.
She took as big a shine to Cindy as she did to John. They left with a
standing invitation to return at any time. Their reputation got bigger,
deservedly so. Cindy returned to the Silo a much happier woman. She
proceeded to prove it with everybody at the silo, including Kevin, much
to his surprise and delight.

She'd left John in Brainerd, Minnesota, catching a tiny turbo prop
flight back to Minneapolis and catching a flight from there. Kevin
picked her up in Salt Lake City. John had to sleep over an additional
night in Brainerd to recover from her farewell before heading off for
North Dakota. Sheila flew in and met him at Bismarck, bringing Judy
with her to meet him. She watched them make love multiple times. She'd
even willingly helped. She almost succumbed to his charm, especially
after seeing the result of his love making on Sheila, but not quite.
John didn't push it. He had enough women as it was. They dropped her
off in a town where she could catch a connecting flight to a major hub
airport.

"I thought she'd fall for you. Maybe she is exclusively and permanently
gay," Sheila mused.

"That's okay, no need for another woman in my life," John said.

"I know. Guess I'm just so taken with you myself, I just assume
everyone will love you like I do. But I find it quite sexy watching you
make love to another woman. Especially when I get to help," she
chuckled.

"I think we could rustle up a little cutie in the next town," John
said.

"In Montana? Are you serious? No way," she laughed.

"Count on it. Want to bet?" John teased.

"Sure, bet you a blow job a day for a month. If you lose I get to shave
off your pubic hair and your mustache," Sheila dared him.

"You're on," John said.

"This could be fun. I've never seen you without your mustache," Sheila
chuckled.

"My upper lip isn't that pretty. That's why this is a permanent part of
my face. You haven't won yet," John said. They pulled into Great Falls,
Montana. A sleepy little community, not very promising at all. John had
faith the Russians were due for another try at him. They found an RV
camp and signed in. John made hookup and unhitched the compact car.

"Why don't you make us some dinner? I'll be back in an hour or two,"
John said.

"You got it. Dinner for two," Sheila teased.

"Make it for three," he replied. She kissed him deeply and then wished
him luck, thinking she had a sure win. John had noticed his current
tail long before. Now all he needed was a conducive atmosphere. He
found a little quiet bar. He walked in and ordered a drink and waited.
About ten minutes passed before a stunning brunette entered the bar,
dressed as a cowgirl. Heads turned and a whistle or two was heard from
the corners.

"Ever see her before?" John asked the bartender.

"Nope. I'm certain I'd remember *that*," he replied. John had just been
checking he had the right woman. She spotted him and moved past the
others, declining several offers along the way to the bar. She slid
onto a stool two seats from John. She made eye contact with him in the
mirror and smiled at him. He turned to her and made direct eye contact.

"Buy you a drink?" he offered.

"Thank you. That would be nice," she replied in a dulcet voice. She had
a slight hint of an accent. John couldn't quite place it. Could have
been Northern Europe somewhere. Certainly not a Montana drawl. She
moved onto the stool next to John when the bartender took her order.
John paid for the drink. "Thank you," she said.

"You're quite welcome. My name is John. John Stevens," he said,
extending his hand.

"Catarina. Catarina Rothschild," she said, taking his hand and shaking
it warmly.

"Catarina, an unusual name for these parts. That lovely accent doesn't
fit either," John observed.

"No, it is Austrian. I am just traveling through on vacation. Your
clothing seems a little unusual for here too. You from around here?"
she asked.

"No, just traveling through myself," John replied.

"So, fellow travelers. Well, here is to you, John Stevens," she
toasted. He clinked glasses with her and they drank.

"So, what brings you in here?" he baited. She looked at him a moment,
sharing eye contact.

"To be perfectly honest... I have been traveling a long time by myself.
It is kind of lonely. I was looking for companionship. And maybe a good
recommendation for a restaurant. But from what I have seen of the town,
the prospect of a good meal looks very bleak," she said.

"I could possibly supply both, if you are interested," he said.

"That is very kind of you. I think I would like that... for both
parts," she said.

"Ah... I'm currently traveling with a female companion," John said.

"She would not mind? I would not want to get you into trouble," she
said.

"No, I know she'd enjoy meeting you. She likes meeting people....
especially those as attractive as you," John hinted.

She studied him a moment before replying, "Even better... Perhaps she
would join us? If I understand you correctly?"

"I think you understand quite well, yes. I'm sure she'd be delighted,"
John said.

"She is attractive, this woman?" she asked.

"Very," John said.

"Is it far from here?" she asked.

"No, not far. Would you like to finish your drink?" he asked.

"No.. Let us go before the other... I mean, before the cowboys start
hitting on me," she said.

"Fine by me," John said. He flipped a five onto the counter for a tip
and they walked out together. Every eye in the place watching them go.

"How do you like that? First time she ever walks in here and some rich
fuck steals her away in under five minutes," the bartender said to one
of the cowboys.

"I don't know how some guys do it. Ever see him before?" the cowboy
asked.

"Nope. First time in for each of them. Left like they was life long
lovers," the bartender replied.

Catarina said she'd follow John. Which she did. Reporting her progress
on a cellular phone on the way. Sheila heard two cars pull up outside
the motor home. She looked out the window and saw John helping a
stunning brunette out of her car.

"I'll be god damned," she muttered to herself. Not that she would mind
giving John a blow job any time he wanted one, but she had been looking
forward to shaving off his mustache and pubic hair. Especially the
latter. John opened the door for the woman.

"Sheila Jacobs, meet Catarina Rothschild. I found her in town in search
of a good meal. Think we could supply her with one?" John asked. The
women eyed each other carefully. Shaking hands. It was clear that there
was interest from both directions.

"I think that we can fulfill her desires, yes," Sheila said.

"You don't mind, do you, love? I couldn't see her fighting off cowboys
for a burger," John said.

"No, I don't mind at all. You know I love company. Especially one so
lovely," Sheila said, "Won't you sit down? Let me take your jacket for
you. John, would you be a dear and open the wine?"

"What are we having?" John asked.

"Your nose should tell you we're having those lovely trout you caught
this morning. Baked, stuffed with shrimp and bacon and topped with
shaved almonds. I hope you like fish, Catarina," Sheila said.

"Yes, I love it. Especially trout," Catarina said, observing John
select a bottle of Gray Riesling from a well stocked wine cabinet.
"This is a lovely vehicle. I must say that you Americans constantly
surprise me," she said.

"I was wondering about your accent," Sheila said, setting a third place
setting for Catarina.

"It's Austrian," John said.

"Rothschild. Any relation to the banking family?" Sheila asked.

"Yes, but just far enough removed that I must work for a living,"
Catarina chuckled.

"I'd rather work anyway, myself. So what brings you to Montana?" Sheila
asked.

"I am on vacation. I thought I would see America for myself. It is a
beautiful land, but I have been traveling by myself. I am afraid it has
been quite lonely. I think I would have enjoyed it more had I someone
to share it with," Catarina said.

"I can quite imagine. I'm glad John met you. Perhaps we can help
alleviate your loneliness," Sheila said. John uncorked the wine,
enjoying the banter between the two women. They'd hardly taken their
eyes off each other. He poured a small splash into Catarina's glass for
her to test. She took a sniff and a smile spread on her face.

"A lovely bouquet," she said, taking a small sip and savoring it around
her mouth. "Yes, an excellent wine," she said, smiling in earnest. She
had a radiant smile. Sheila found herself getting quite turned on. She
turned her attention to the oven as John poured the wine. "And what
brings you two to Montana?" Catarina asked.

"Just vacationing ourselves. John's been on sabbatical -as he calls it-
for several months now. I flew in to join him just this past week,"
Sheila said.

"You said you enjoy working, what do you do? If I may ask?" Catarina
asked.

"I'm CEO of Second Skin Inc," Sheila replied.

"Really? The Second Skin that is making such a fashion hit all over the
country?"

"The same, yes. So you've heard of us?" Sheila beamed.

"Who has not? Your outfits are sending tremors throughout the fashion
industry all over the world. I wish I could afford one, but I am afraid
that your outfits are a little out of my range. CEO, that is quite a
position for a woman to obtain. Especially with a company as big as
Second Skin is likely to get," Catarina said.

"I have John here to thank for that. He invented the machine that made
it all possible," Sheila said, serving the salad. "What kind of
dressing would you like? I'm afraid we only have Italian, Ranch and
Thousand Island," she asked.

"I have grown quite fond of Ranch. Thank you. So you really invented
the machine, John?" Catarina asked.

"Yes, I was just tinkering. I got lucky with a good idea. I get a small
royalty from my patent. I don't have anything to do with Second Skin
otherwise," John said.

"Small royalty," Sheila rolled her eyes mockingly. The timer on the
oven dinged and John moved to get up. "Oh, no. This is my meal. I get
little enough chance to cook for you. Sit down and enjoy our lovely
guest," Sheila said.

"Thank you, dear heart. Yes, she is quite lovely, isn't she?" John
said.

"Very lovely indeed," Sheila said, taking the fish out of the oven.

"You are quite kind, both of you. You two are quite attractive as well,
and quite gracious. But I fear that after dinner I shall have to run
off. I do not have a room for the night yet, and the only motel in town
looked quite full. I may have a long drive before I find a bed,"
Catarina said.

"Nonsense. This thing could sleep sixteen comfortably. And there's just
the two of us. You are quite welcome to stay with us," John said.

"That is very generous of you. You do not mind?" Catarina asked Sheila.

"Not at all. I insist really. I'm quite enjoying your company," Sheila
replied, carrying two plates to the table. She placed them before John
and Catarina and then returned for her own.

"This looks and smells lovely," Catarina said.

"Just wait till you taste it," Sheila prodded. Catarina did and a smile
spread over her face. On John's too.

"Excellent, dear heart. You spoil me," John said.

"You're worth spoiling," Sheila said.

"You certainly seem to be a loving couple," Catarina mused.

"What's the point in being a couple if you're not?" Sheila asked.

"A good point. But being such a lovely, loving couple, are you certain
you wish me to stay? I would not want to intrude," Catarina said.

"Quite certain.... actually. I think we were quite hoping that you
would join us, weren't we, John?" Sheila asked.

"Yes, if you'd like to that is. We seldom get the opportunity to meet
someone as lovely as you. You don't have to if you don't wish to. The
offer of a comfortable bed still stands," John said. Catarina looked
between the two of them.

"Yes, I think I would like that very much," she said, softly.

"Good. Then you can have some more of this wonderful wine," John said,
pouring the last of the bottle between the three glasses.

"Thank you, yes. It is quite wonderful. Seems a shame the bottle is
empty," Catarina said.

"Not to worry," John said, sliding out from the table and producing a
second bottle of the same.

"I must say, it is a wonderful treat to meet two people such as
yourselves. It is not often I encounter such... an *open* attitude. You
must feel very secure in your relationship," Catarina said.

"Yes, very secure. I've never known a man quite like John. I'm not sure
there are any more like him. Certainly not very many in the world. He's
given me.. complete freedom and *understanding*.. of my *inclinations*.
If you know what I mean?" Sheila asked.

"Yes, I quite understand. As I think I share those same inclinations.
You are very lucky to find such a man. I never have," Catarina said.

"Then let us savor each other's companionship. As you have now," Sheila
toasted. Catarina clinked her glass with Sheila's and John's. The fine
crystal ringing like bells. The rest of the dinner passed easily, with
light conversation about places they had seen and things they had done.
Towards the end the sexual tension between the three of them was almost
electric. Catarina insisted upon helping with the cleanup. John made a
pot of rich French roasted coffee, grinding fresh beans from his
freezer.

"You certainly have all the luxuries. Quite a communications set up you
have," Catarina commented.

"I like to stay in touch with the world, while getting away from it,"
John chuckled. He folded the table away, revealing a quite comfortable
conversation area. Each padded seat had its own foot rest. John put on
some soft music on his sound system. John pulled off his shoes. Sighing
in comfort as he sat back.

"Aren't those boots uncomfortable? Let me take them off for you," he
offered Catarina.

"Yes, I have been quite looking forward to taking them off, but let me
grab a small bag from my car first," she said.

"Certainly. Make yourself at home. May I get it for you?" Sheila
offered.

"No, thank you. It is just a small bag. I am afraid it is buried in my
other bags. I know right where it is though," Catarina said. She
slipped out the door. Sheila poured three cups of coffee and moved them
to holders by the conversation area.

"I swear John, I don't know how you do it. You meet some of the most
beautiful women I ever saw. She's gorgeous. Right down to her voice.
I'm going to enjoy paying off this bet," Sheila chuckled.

"She is quite alluring, isn't she?" John replied.

"Outstandingly so. Who would have thought it; in Great Falls,
Montana.... You must be the luckiest man on earth," Sheila giggled.

"I've certainly thought so the past couple of years," John replied,
pulling her into a kiss.

Out in her car Catarina dialed a number on her cellular phone. She
spoke one simple phrase, "I am in." She carried her small overnight bag
back into the motor home. John and Sheila were still kissing. She
noticed that they didn't seem to mind her watching. She felt her heart
quicken. She was beginning to enjoy this assignment. John finally
looked up at her.

"Please, put it anywhere. Sit down and let me take those boots off
now," he said.

"Thank you, I will. I have had quite a time getting them off myself,"
she said, setting her bag down and seating herself.

"There's a trick to it; Heel toe, heel toe," John said, taking her leg
and straddling it facing away from her. He grabbed her heel and pulled.
The boot came right off. The second just as easy.

"God, that feels wonderful. I have wanted to do that all day," she
said.

"How do you take your coffee?" Sheila asked.

"Black, please," she replied. Sheila handed her a mug, sinking into the
seat next to her. John slid down in front of the seat and began to rub
Catarina's feet. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly. "Oh, that
feels great. Do not ever lose this man, Sheila," she said, half
moaning.

"I don't intend to. I'm afraid he's stuck with me," Sheila replied.

"Ditto, babe. Ditto," John said, smiling at her.

"What is ditto? I am afraid I do not know the term," Catarina asked.

"It means; as was said before. Like the marks on a line in a column
below one that lists the same value or meaning," John said.

"Ah... ditto. Yes. I see. Quite a fun term," she said.

"Your English is excellent. And your voice is lovely too," Sheila said,
sipping her coffee.

"Thank you.. I have spoken it since I was a child. My mother was an
American. She would talk to my father in French and he would reply in
English. It was good practice for both of them."

"I thought the Austrian's spoke mainly German," John said.

"They do. I speak that as well. I am fluent in French, German, Italian,
Hungarian and Russian," Catarina said.

"And English, of course," John said.

"I would not call myself fluent in it, not like the others," she said.

"Quite impressive. A linguist and lovely too," Sheila said.

"I would not call myself that either," Catarina chuckled.

"I would," Sheila said.

"Ditto," John chuckled.

"You are both very generous," Catarina said, "And quite lovely
yourselves."

"Thank you... I think I'm going to go slip into something more
comfortable. While you two enjoy your coffee," Sheila said. Catarina
watched her as she walked into the back of the motor home and slid the
doorway closed.

"Yes, quite lovely indeed," she said.

"I thought so the first moment I laid eyes on her," John said, changing
to Catarina's other foot. She closed her eyes once more and moaned
softly.

"You are quite good at that. It feels wonderful. I have not had
pampering like this for quite some time," she said, taking a sip of
coffee.

"What a crime," John chuckled.

"Crime?" Catarina asked.

"A figure of speech. Meaning that you are a *very* attractive woman. It
would seem that someone was breaking a rule by not pampering you," John
explained.

"Ah, I see. I am afraid that there has been no one to do the
pampering," Catarina replied.

"No one? It would seem to me that you would have no difficulty
attracting many number of partners," John said.

"Perhaps I am mostly to blame for the lack of partners. I had an
unhappy love affair that sort of soured me on relationships for a
while," she replied.

"I quite understand that. So you took an *emotional holiday*.... a term
I use to imply a holiday away from relationships. I tried to do the
same thing," John said.

"Emotional holiday... another good term. You are good for my education.
Yes, that is what I did," Catarina said. Sheila picked her second most
dangerous body suit. It was mostly a loose net, the weave getting
closer gradually over strategic area's. There were patterns of flowers
cleverly woven into the suit between those areas. It hid almost
nothing. Sheila added a short golden silk robe. She examined herself in
a full length mirror. Nodding in satisfaction.

"This should do nicely," she said quietly to herself. She dabbed a
little perfume behind her ears and made a little trail of it over her
breasts and down between her legs, using very little of it in any one
area. She found herself a bit quivery in anticipation. John finished up
with Catarina's feet and moved to sit beside her, retrieving his coffee
mug.

"May I return your favor?" Catarina asked, setting her mug in a holder
and sliding down before him. Just then the bedroom door slid open and
Catarina's breath caught in her throat. So did John's. Sheila smiled
radiantly over their reactions.

"That is the... sexiest... outfit I have ever seen," Catarina gulped,
her eyes riveted to Sheila's body.

"Oh, just a little something I whipped up one afternoon. So you like
it?" Sheila asked.

"Like it? It is outstanding. I would love to own one myself. *You* made
it?" Catarina asked.

"Yes... I'd be happy to make you one. If you could come to one of our
salons," Sheila said. John sighed in relief. He was afraid Sheila was
going to invite Catarina to the silo.

"I am afraid that your salons are out of my budget range," Catarina
sighed.

"No problem. Being a CEO has its privileges. You are quite welcome to
one as my treat. In fact we'll make you several outfits," Sheila said,
sinking onto the seat. Catarina eyes were still riveted to her. She
looked flushed and uncomfortable. Her pulse quickened, she felt her
desire growing and the beginnings of a warm dampness between her legs.
"In fact, if you had some time and could come..." Sheila began.

"I think she's about Cindy's size," John interrupted, "I think she left
an outfit in the bottom drawer on the left. Perhaps Catarina would like
to get out of those jeans and freshen up a bit." Sheila looked to John,
curiously. His eyes told her he had interrupted her for a reason.

"Yes, that would be nice," Catarina said.

"Why don't you help yourself? There is another robe in the wardrobe. I
think you will find everything you need in the bath," John suggested.

"Thank you. I would like to freshen up a bit," Catarina said, rising
and claiming her bag. She carried it into the bedroom and slid the door
shut. Sheila looked to John in question.

He moved close to her and nuzzled behind her ear, whispering, "Please
don't mention the silo yet or invite her to it. I'll explain later."
She nodded as John drank in her perfume. He succumbed to it and kissed
softly down her neck. She giggled and turned to meet his lips.

Catarina located the outfit and robe. The outfit was stupendously
scandalous. She grinned and took it with her into the bath. She used
the facilities and washed up. Then slipped out of her clothes and into
the outfit. It was a bit snug, but fit as well as most anything she
could have purchased off the rack. The snugness helped the outfit hug
her every curve. She was grateful for the robe, also silk and short.
Emerald green to match Cindy's eyes. She wondered about Cindy. She knew
very well who she was. She had observed her from a distance. Her pulse
quickened again as she thought about her in this very same outfit. She
found the idea very sexy.

She added her own brand of perfume from her bag in much the same manner
that Sheila had applied hers. She examined herself in the mirror.
Blushing over the scandalous nature of the outfit. Well, that was the
idea; to seduce the pair waiting for her. It seemed, however, that they
were doing a fine job of seducing her. Catarina smiled at the irony of
the situation. She made no less an impression upon them than Sheila had
upon her and John earlier.

"That looks quite lovely on you. Very sexy as well," Sheila said.

"Thank you. It is a lovely outfit. I hope I do it justice," she
replied, moving over and seating across from them.

"And then some," John said, admiringly. Catarina blushed a bit, feeling
like a school girl over his praise.

"Thank you," she demurred.

"Well, I think I'll change myself," John said, excusing himself. Once
he was in the bedroom, Sheila turned to Catarina.

"May I see how that outfit fits the rest of you?" she asked.

"Certainly," Catarina said, standing and opening the robe. Letting it
slip off her shoulders. She set it aside and turned to model the outfit
for her. Sheila felt flushed herself. Standing and admiring the way the
outfit hugged Catarina's slim features. Her breasts were medium sized
and the nipples large, like her own. The outfit clearly defining them.
They were erect. Sheila knew the outfit to have thermal qualities, so
she knew she wasn't cold.

"Very nice. A bit snug perhaps. Not quite up to what we could do for
you at one of our salons," Sheila said.

"May I see the rest of that outfit you have on?" Catarina asked,
blushing over Sheila's gaze.

"Of course," Sheila said, slipping out of her robe as she stood.
Catarina's breath caught in her throat again as Sheila turned to model
the outfit. When she turned to face her, they were quite close
together. Their eyes locked and they stood a moment, uncomfortable.

"Must we tease each other much more?" Sheila asked, huskily. Catarina
smiled and moved as in a dream towards her. Their fingertips sliding
along each others arms as they moved together. Their lips met and they
melted together. John returned to find the two women locked in a
sensual kiss, their fingertips exploring each other's bodies.

"That is one of the loveliest sights I have ever seen," he said, moving
towards them. He had on only a light robe over custom made shorts that
hugged his manhood distinctly. They didn't fit right until he got
excited. Now they fit him perfectly. The two women turned to him,
opening up their embrace. Catarina trembled as he entered it. He pulled
her to him in a kiss that made her knees weak. A short while later he
led the two of them towards the bedroom.

Catarina lay panting. She was languid from all the endorphins pumping
through her body. Nothing in her advanced training classes had prepared
her for the onslaught that she had experienced. Never had she known
such passion in her life. Not only from John and Sheila, but herself as
well. It took all her willpower and training not to slip into blissful
sleep.

She waited until she could hear and feel both John and Sheila breathing
regularly. She gently slid out from between them. They seemed to sense
a change and rolled together. Catarina froze until she was certain they
were not awakening. She felt incredibly guilty. Looking down at the
pair of them snuggled together, the soft light of the bedroom giving
their perfect bodies a golden sheen.

Catarina groaned silently at the sight. She had never known two more
tender or loving people in her life. It pained her almost beyond her
strength at what she had to do, but she had no choice. She quietly
extracted a tiny *Minox* camera from a side pouch of her bag and tip-
toed out of the bedroom, silently sliding the door shut behind her.
Tears flowing from her eyes.

Moving slowly so not to cause the slightest shudder as she moved about
the motor home. She opened the cupboard she had been briefed on and
moved aside a cereal box and slid open a panel. Inside she dialed the
combination she had memorized and the door opened on her first attempt.
Using an under counter light, she quickly snapped images of every page
in the two folders. She closed them up and replaced them in the safe
and closed it and the panel up, positioning the cereal box back exactly
as it had been. She turned to return to the bedroom and found herself
facing John.

"Want to talk about it?" he asked casually. The realization she had
failed struck her. The implications of it hit her like a truck and she
lost her last vestige of strength. She sank to the floor sobbing. John
made no movement towards her. Sheila came up behind him.

"What's going on?" she asked, sleepily. Seeing Catarina sobbing nude on
the floor, she started towards her. John reached out an arm to block
her way.

"Dear heart, would you get our robes for us while I make another pot of
coffee?" he said. Sheila looked at him and then back at Catarina. She
noticed the camera still clutched in her hand. She nodded and returned
to the bedroom.

"What is to talk about, you know what I am," Catarina sobbed.

"Yes, but not why.... " John said.

"Does it matter?" she asked, gasping back another sob.

"Perhaps," John said. He offered her his hand. She miss-read him and
moved to put the camera in it. He pushed the hand aside and took her
wrist, gently pulling her to her feet. Catarina expected the worst.
Sheila came back wearing her robe and carrying two others. John took
one and draped it over Catarina's shoulders and guided her to where
they had been seated earlier. He sat her down and then took his robe
from Sheila and slipped it on.

"One question: did you plant any bugs tonight?" he asked.

Catarina shook her head, "No, they are in my car. I was supposed to do
that tomorrow if I was unsuccessful."

"Good, then we can maybe talk safely. Unless there are others that were
planted before you arrived," he said.

"No, we were not able to plant one since you found the last ones. But
what is to talk about? You know what I was doing," Catarina sobbed.

"Yes, I know, *Comrade*," he said. Catarina winced like she'd been
struck.

"Please do not call me that. I am not a party member," she sobbed.

"Then why?" John asked.

"She's a spy?" gasped Sheila. John nodded.

Catarina stared out into empty space and said, "Alright, I guess I owe
you that.....God, Bianca. I am so sorry."

"Bianca?" John asked.

"My sister. The Russians have her in prison. I was to trade the film
for her freedom," Catarina said, tears flowing down her cheeks and
dripping on her lovely breasts.

"Oh god, John. This isn't fun anymore," Sheila said, tears in her own
eyes.

"A little faith, my love. Have I let you down yet?" he asked.

"No, you never have. But what can we do? This.... God, you know the
penalties," she cried.

"Sit down dear heart, and let me think," John said. Sheila sat on a
chair and let him think. John absently moved about, gathering their
earlier coffee cups, mostly full. He topped them off out of the cold
pot and put them in the microwave to heat. He folded the table back up
between the girls. When the microwave dinged he took the mugs and set
them on the table.

"I guess you will be wanting this," Catarina said, offering the camera
again.

"I don't want my prints on it. Put it on the counter," John said. She
shrugged and did as he said. She seemed more composed now. John slid in
next to Sheila. "Now, tell me *all* about it," he said. She looked at
him, wondering his motives.

"I can not see that it makes any difference, now," she said.

"Indulge me. Please," he said. Catarina took a sip from her mug to
steady herself. Not too successfully as her hands were shaking.

"Well... It all started about two years ago, when my sister Bianca, was
an exchange student in Moscow. She met up with a man who convinced her
she could make some quick money by smuggling in some drugs. She did not
even use them herself, but like I told you, we are not a rich family.
The amount of money he offered was substantial. He supplied the
contacts and the money for the drugs up front. Also gave her an exact
route to take. It was not supposed to be a risk," she said.

"It was a set up?" John guessed. Catarina nodded.

"Yes, he was KGB. She was arrested the moment she entered the country
with the drugs. They were *waiting* for her. They knew her exact route
and schedule," she said.

"What kind of drugs were they?" John asked.

"Just a block of Hashish. She would not have done it otherwise. But she
was tried and convicted. She was sentenced to life in prison without a
chance of parole," Catarina said, beginning to weep again.

"How did you get involved in it?" John asked, ignoring the tears.
Catarina took another sip of coffee before continuing.

"All I knew, was that she had been sentenced to life in prison. There
did not seem to be any hope at all. I even tried Amnesty International,
but their appeal fell on deaf ears," she said.

"When did they contact you?" John asked. Catarina looked up at him a
moment.

"How did..... It does not matter, I guess. About three months after she
was sentenced a man came into my shop. I ran a little clothing salon in
Innsbruck, that is where I am from. Anyway, he said he had information
about my sister. He had a letter from her....." Catarina stalled out
for a moment before continuing.

"She was raped the first night by one of the guards..... The next night
the inmates started in on her.. Seven women .... raped her. Then they
had her with dildos made from broom handles. The guards ignored her
screams..... " she finished, breaking down again.

"The man offered to help her?" John asked. Catarina nodded, between
sobs. John let her cry herself out again.

Finally she continued, "Yes, he said he could get her out... if I did
some *favors* for him.... I thought he wanted sex... I would have done
anything to get her out.... After my parents died, she was all the
family I had.... that was close. I tried going to some distant
relatives for help, but they were not interested. It was not *their*
problem," she said, bitterly. John nodded, thinking.

"A clothing shop? Could they have picked her because of us?" Sheila
asked.

"I'm sure they did. But not for that reason. The timing is wrong. Tell
me Catarina, was it known that you were bisexual?" he asked.

"I did not make much of a secret of it. I was living with a woman.....
that was the relationship I mentioned. She was part of it," she said.
John nodded, looking at her. She seemed to notice that she was exposed.
She slipped her arms into the robe and pulled it around her, tying the
belt. "What will they do to me?" she asked.

"That's yet to be determined. Please, continue," he said. Catarina
stared off into space for a time.

"He remained vague about what *favors* I would have to do.. he said I
needed *training*. As I said, I would have done anything. He had me go
to Russia. He let me visit my sister... god, she looked bad. She had
lost weight. Her eyes..... She had been adopted by one of the inmates.
She was her... slave. Anyway, after seeing her I would have killed to
get her out. The man... -*Sergei* is his name... *Sergei Nickolov*- he
arranged for me to go to this ... it was a sex school, or so they
called it. It was really just a collection of the biggest perverts this
planet has ever seen. My treatment was not much better than my
sister's. But I put up with it because I thought there was a chance to
get her out. They let me see her once a week. Besides, once I was in
Russia, I did not really have much choice anyway.

"I got pregnant... they took me into a hospital and gave me an
abortion. I was not sorry about that. I would not want to have a child
with one of those animals as the father. After about six months of
that, Sergei took me to another place, I think it was his home. A large
mansion off in the woods. It was surrounded by guards with dogs. My
sister was there.

"He finally told me what I would have to do to get her released. He
showed us video tapes.... Of you. There were tapes of a blonde girl and
a brunette. You were making love in some kind of pit in the desert. He
made us act out the parts.... my *sister*... and... *I*.... He played
your part... only he could not, as you do....he was not *tender* as you
are.... Sometimes there were other women there. I think they were *in
training* as well. Other times he would make me go out and meet women
on the street; lesbians. I was to seduce them. I actually got very
proficient at it.... but I never enjoyed it. Until tonight, I have not
enjoyed sex ... since this all started."

"So you were to seduce us?" Sheila asked.

"John, not you originally. One of the other girls. I did not see your
picture until two months ago. Then he showed me a tape of you with a
little blonde girl in the pit. I guess she was one of the triplets. He
had a tape of them too. I know all of you by sight. Including the women
in New York and San Francisco," Catarina replied.

"Tell me, how was the exchange for your sister to take place?" John
asked. Catarina looked at him suspiciously.

"Sergei told me that I was to copy the contents of your safe. If I
brought him new information, my sister would be released. I told him I
did not trust him. I would only give him the film if he released my
sister in America. I hand him the film, she goes free. We both do," she
said.

"He's *here?*" John asked, excitedly. Catarina nodded.

"As much good as it would do you. I do not know where... He told me if
I did not succeed, he would kill her.... Just another body found by the
road in America....." she said, beginning to weep again.

"Stop that. That's not going to happen. You're going to meet with him
and give him the film," John said. Catarina looked up at him sharply,
hope in her eyes.

"You would do that for *me*?" she asked.

"I would do that for anybody," John said.

"*Why?* Why would you do this?" she asked. John considered her for a
moment.

"You are not a spy, Catarina. Spy's don't cry while they steal
secrets," he said softly.

"I did not expect to.... fall in love," she said, looking at the table,
weeping still.

"Oh, the dam's broke again. Sheila, see what you can do with this
lovely woman. I've got a message to send," he said. Sheila grinned at
him and threw her arms around him and hugged him before she slid over
to Catarina. She pulled the weeping woman into her arms and cradled
her. Kissing softly at her tears. Catarina clung to her like a child,
and wept.

John did something at the refrigerator and then went into the bedroom.
A short time later the sounds of a modem connecting could be heard.
Followed by a lot of typing. Some time later John came out, smiling. He
picked up the camera by its cord strap and held it out to Catarina.

"Here, you'd better hold on to this," he said. She launched herself at
him from Sheila's lap.
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Continued in chapters 76-80.

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