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Amy & Friends (MF, cons, young teen)
by Dorsai
This is a sequel to my previous story, Next Door Neighbor. Reading NDN
is not 'required', but certainly helpful.
I first met Amy when I was doing some computer work for a next door
neighbor of mine, Lucy. Lucy and I had become something of an item when
Lucy had to help out one of the clients of the company she worked for.
In the process, she found some questionable financial activity, and
asked me to come and help her out - I was a free-lance programmer and
computer jock, and she trusted me.
As it worked out, I found a big chunk of money missing, and where it had
gotten off to. The FBI was brought in, and because of the people
involved, Lucy and I wound up getting FBI protection. Amy was head of
one of the details assigned to us. Along the way, Amy had gotten to be
good friends with us - very good friends. Good enough that I'd helped
get Amy over a fear of physical intimacy with men, while Lucy helped her
get past a question about her sexuality.
I'd worked with the FBI people toward getting the money back while under
contract with Lucy's client. I worked for a percentage of the 300
million bucks that was missing; my cut left me with twenty-five million
and change. I continued to work as a programmer, but mostly for
something to do with my time. By being a little more choosey about what
jobs I took, it left me with enough free time to let me expand my
knowledge about computers, and other technology.
After the criminal case was done, I went on to marry Lucy, and adopt her
daughter Robyn - who had actually been the one to get Lucy and me
together. Amy later married one of the other agents that had been in
charge of protecting us. In the couple of years afterward, Amy and her
husband Tom came to visit us, and we became even closer friends; Tom
knew about Amy, Lucy, and I, and was fine with it - all he cared about
was Amy. I felt the same way about Lucy, and didn't mind when she wanted
to spend a little time with Tom.
Amy had kept in touch with us of the last couple of years, and I knew
that she'd been moved up to head an FBI office when the former Agent in
Charge, Clara Hawkes, was bumped up the chain of command to Bureau
headquarters - due in large part to the results of the criminal case I'd
been involved with, according to Amy.
So it wasn't much of a surprise when I got a call from Amy one Saturday
evening; I just figured that she was calling to see if she could spend
some time with Lucy and I while she was on a trip or vacation.
Boy, was I was wrong......
"Dan, I need your help." I heard Amy say over the phone.
"Sure, Amy - you know you're welcome any time."
"No, Dan, I mean I really need your help." The emphasis she gave to the
last couple of words clued me in that something was going on.
"Okay, you've got my attention. Why do you need my help?"
"We've got a problem here, and it's something that's just right up your
alley, especially after the TechoDynamics thing."
By mentioning the case that I'd been involved in, I knew that she was
after me for my technical skills, for a change.
"Okay, tell me about it.", I told her.
"I told you before that we've been having some problems with the local
druggies forming their own mini cartel, right?" she asked. Strictly
speaking I wasn't on the 'need to know' list for FBI operations, but Amy
knew I could keep a secret - nobody would hear about anything she told
me from ME.
"Yeah."
"Well, one of them finally slipped up, and we've got him cold. But it
comes with a couple of problems. The first one is that they somehow got
techno-savvy, and all the records on the computer we seized are
encrypted somehow. The second part is that his former friends have
decided that they don't want him talking - either in person, or through
his records. We've got HIM covered pretty good, but we've lost a couple
of technical people just trying to get into their data. I've sent copies
of the data to headquarters, but the people there tell me it's a long
shot of getting anything any time soon. I'm out of official techs, and
the freelancers I can hire don't want anything to do with it - even with
the protection I can give them. I need somebody that can do computer
stuff AND cover their own ass if they need to."
"Lost technicians how?" I asked.
"One dead, one wounded and out of action for at LEAST six months." was
the reply.
I thought it over for a bit, and asked "This is an official request?"
"Authorized straight from the Directors office official - Clara listened
to what I told her was happening, and picked it up from there. If it
means anything, you'll be a genuine FBI agent, a Special, with a rank
equal to mine, and the pay to go with it, three month minimum - longer
if that's what the job takes. Please, Dan, I need the help - and you're
the best one for the job."
She knew the pay wouldn't motivate me in the slightest. The official
status convinced me it was serious, but the thing that really got my
attention was that she came right out and asked for the help -
particularly MY help. Amy wasn't the kind of person to ask for help
unless she really needed it.
"My first inclination is to say yes - but let me talk it over with Lucy
first, okay?"
"Absolutely. I know she's got a voice in it, too, and I don't want you
here at THAT cost."
"Thanks, Amy. Let me talk to her, and I'll get back to you as soon as I
can."
"That's fine, Dan. I'll be waiting."
With that, the conversation ended, and I went off to find Lucy.
I found her out by the pool, cuddled up with Sandra, Robyn's best friend
- the two of them still gasping and sweaty after obviously having
pleased each other tremendously. I knew neither would be coherent for a
few minutes, and went over to get a beer out of the small fridge we had
by the pool. I opened it up and had a swallow before sitting down on a
chaise, to watch them. This wasn't the first time I'd found them in this
condition, and knew it wouldn't be the last - which was fine with me,
since Lucy didn't mind in the slightest if Sandra and I spent time
together - hell, she was as likely as not to join us.
After a couple of minutes, Lucy had her wits about her again, and came
over to sit on my lap - a big shit-eating grin on her face. I grinned
back, and said "I'd ask if you enjoyed yourself while I was on the
phone, but I can see you did."
She just grinned wider, and asked "So who was it?"
"Amy", I replied.
"She's coming for a visit?" Lucy asked, in anticipation.
"Nope, she was calling to ask for help. MY help."
Lucy got a puzzled look on her face, and asked "Your help? What for? Or
with?"
"Her job", I replied, knowing that Lucy would immediately understand.
She did.
"What is it?"
"You know that miniature drug cartel she told us about? They finally
nailed one of them. Got him dead to rights, from what she says", I
replied.
"So why does she need YOUR help, then?"
"A couple things. First, the guy kept all his records on a computer,
encrypted. Good enough that Amy's people can't get into the data. Even
their headquarters techs don't hold any hope of breaking it any time
soon."
"And the other thing?" she asked.
"The couple of FBI techs Amy put on the job got hurt. One of them died;
the other one is out of action for several months. The druggie's buddies
didn't want to take any chances with the records. Amy needs somebody to
try and break the encryption; and that can watch out for themselves in
the process. The local civilian techs won't touch it, even with the
protection Amy can give them."
Lucy got a serious look on her face, and asked "It's that bad?"
"Yeah. Amy even came right out and asked for the help."
"Do it, then."
"You're sure?"
She smiled at me, and said "Yeah, I'm sure. I'll be worried about you,
but this is something important, even if it wasn't Amy. How soon does
she need you?"
"She didn't say, but I got the impression sooner is better."
"Then call her back, and get it going."
"It might take a while - if their headquarters people aren't happy about
trying it, it can't be easy."
"I figured. But I know you won't get too lonely with Amy around, and if
I wear out the mailman and the delivery boy from the grocery store, I
can still come to visit, right?"
The last part was a standing joke between us - the mailman had to be
pushing 70, and looked like the next sexual encounter he had would be
his last. The delivery boy from the grocery store was a pimply-faced
nervous type - every time he saw one of the girls in the skimpy-to-
nonexistent bikinis they favored, he'd be hit with an asthma attack.
With that, she got up off my lap to go back and cuddle with Sandra while
I went in to call Amy. As I'd expected, she wanted me there as soon as I
could make it. I told her I'd be there Monday morning, and promised to
let her know what flight as soon as I had the details. She made it
abundantly clear that I was expected to stay with her while I was in
town - her husband, Tom, had told her to invite me before leaving on
some training assignment that would have him away from home for the next
several weeks.
Monday morning found me wearing my bulletproof vest under a sport shirt
that also served to conceal the .45 caliber pistol I'd bought during my
first pass at helping the FBI. There wasn't any fuss at the airport when
I showed them my Federal permit and walked around the security stations.
I saw Amy waiting for me in the terminal after the flight landed. She
spotted me quickly enough, and moved off to the side so that we'd be out
of the flow of traffic when I got to her. The first thing she did was
wrap her arms around me a give me a big hug and kiss - and when Amy
kissed someone, they knew they'd been kissed!
With that out of the way, Amy led me to a small stand, where she opened
up her briefcase and pulled out a small sheaf of papers. She handed them
to me, saying "I want to make this official as soon as possible. Read
these, then sign and date them where indicated."
I quickly went through the stack: one was a reactivation of my security
clearance. Another was notification of what my pay was to be, and
outlining my insurance coverage. A third was official authorization for
me to be an armed FBI agent, even though I'd never been through the FBI
academy. Last was a contract, spelling out my duties as an official FBI
agent and the duration of my contract - it placed more obligations and
limitations on the FBI than it did me. To my surprise, there was
extremely little in the way of weasel-words or limitations expressed in
my duties and authority. When I asked Amy about it, she said "Clara had
them draw this up. She knows you're not going to throw your weight
around, but that you might need to do things we haven't anticipated. I
told you, we - I - need your help, in whatever form we can get it."
I signed and dated everything in the appropriate places. I handed the
papers back to Amy, and after she gave back my copies, she handed me a
small leather folder. When I opened it up, I saw that it was my official
FBI identification. When I looked up at her, Amy just smiled, and said
"I know we could have done all this at the office, but I wanted to get
that into your hands as soon as I could manage. Anything that happens
from now on is official FBI business - Special Agent Andrews!"
With that, she gave me another kiss (!!), and the two of us headed down
to rescue my luggage from the airlines. Bags in hand, we headed out to
her car, and on toward the FBI offices. Along the way, Amy brought me up
to date on how things were going, and what the full situation was. By
the time we pulled into her parking space, I had a pretty good idea of
what was needed.
Once inside, Amy said "Dan, if you don't mind, I'd like to introduce you
to the other agents."
I voiced my agreement, and Amy led us down the hall, then through a
door. Inside was obviously a small training room: in front was a podium
facing several tiers of seats, amphitheater-style. All told, there must
have been room for nearly a hundred people in there - and every seat was
filled, with quite a few standing in the back and along the sides. Amy
went directly to the podium, and the low-level chatter quickly died
down.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. I expect that most of you have heard the rumors
to the effect that something is about to happen regarding the mini-
cartel - or as it's come to be called, the Cartelita - case that we've
been working. I've called you here to put an end to that rumor.
"There is not a some*thing going to happen, but a someONE -
specifically, the gentleman you see standing to my right. His name is
Dan Andrews, and he's the one that literally handed us the
TechnoDynamics case - you may have heard of it." - here there was
general laughter; they all had, of course.
She went on "He is here with us to help get the Cartelita situation
moving again. Further, he is here in an OFFICIAL capacity. Official
enough that he is carrying FBI credentials, as authorized by the
Director's office."
There was a low murmur at that, and Amy told them "As you know, that is
a most extraordinary event. Here is a declassified synopsis of Mr.
Andrew's qualifications from the Army, and our own file on him."
With that, she began to read from a folder on the podium - apparently,
the same one Clara Hawkes, her predecessor, had used:
"Andrews, Daniel William, U.S. Army. Assigned Special Forces with all
appropriate training; then assigned to Strike Team Alpha, a prototype
for the Delta Force. Qualified with all personal weapons in the Army
inventory. Rated Expert Pistol, Expert Rifle. His assigned duties were
team sniper and explosives expert; with backup duties including
communications and medic. He is fluent in Russian, German, and Spanish.
Received advanced sniper training, and advanced ordnance training. In
both cases, the class instructors requested he be retained for
instructor duty. His Ordnance instructor is reported as having said 'I
think he could blow the Hoover dam with three matches and can of lighter
fluid, if you pushed him. He's that good.'
"He was his unit's instructor for unarmed combat, as well as for
guerilla warfare tactics and strategy. He was sent on multiple missions,
all classified. From them, he received a Silver Star, two Bronze Stars,
two Purple Hearts, other commendations. He was also recommended for a
Medal Of Honor - which was denied for what appear to be political
reasons. Offered Officer school three times, all refused, last time
saying "once through boot camp was enough". Some of the people he served
with describe him as "Smart", "Nerveless", "Gutsy", "fast-thinker",
"integrity out the wazoo", and "unflappable". His Commanding officers
uniformly praised him in the highest terms.
"He served two tours before being discharged. Upon leaving the military,
he attended M.I.T., majoring in computer science, where he graduated top
one percent of his class. Mr. Andrews then got his Masters degree in
computer science, with a paper on 'Data Recovery Through Forensic
Analysis Techniques'. Offered doctorate program, refused, and saying
"I've got my schooling, now I need an education". He has a standing
offer from his dean to join their doctorate program.
"After M.I.T., he attended Princeton, where he graduated with dual
degrees - Philosophy and Mathematics. He was questioned at Princeton
about a surveillance system that was apparently used by unknown persons
to provide information to help bust a chemistry professor for
manufacture and distribution of several drugs - but no evidence actually
linked him to the situation.
"Several jobs followed, each a move up. Supervisors uniformly
disappointed that he left, but not upset. Started his own business
several years ago. File maintained because he is a contractor and
contributor on several Department of Defense contracts. According to the
contractors, his work has been invaluable - every one of them praised
his intelligence and the innovation of the work he's done."
Amy paused to look over the group before telling them "That, ladies and
gentlemen, is what convinced us to let him help us last time. Add to
that the significant contributions he made to the TechnoDynamics case,
and you can understand why he's here."
To the deathly quiet in the room, she added "Yes, boys and girls, he's
that good. What you just heard was, as I said, the DEclassified version.
I've read the source, and I promise you, he's even better. If you need
any verification, simply look at the sequence of the last few records on
the combat range. You know I hold it now; what you'll find is that it
took me SEVENTEEN tries to get it back. From Dan Andrews, who took my
OLD record - which took me thirteen tries to set! - on his first run
through the course. And he's smart, too - HE had to show our technical
people where the TechnoDynamics money went, and how it was done; Dan
gave us a laptop computer with the proof we needed to put them all away
- that's why I say he literally handed us the case. He also managed to
convince Benny Falcone to leave him alone; those of you who know about
old Benny will understand what a trick that was.
"On a personal note, I was head of one of the protective details
assigned to him during TechnoDynamics. I, and everyone who dealt with
him, found him to be a patient, understanding, and most of all,
AGREEABLE individual. I expect you'll find that he will be happy to work
with you on the case; he's not pushy or demanding or anything of the
sort. But I must caution you that if he insists on something, you would
be doing well to listen to him. On the Cartelita case, his authority is
equal to MINE; but I am also giving him permission to offer any
suggestions, thoughts, ideas, or anything else he wants to contribute to
the rest of the staff here. He is extremely intelligent and thoughtful;
as an 'outsider' he will undoubtedly have a different perspective on
things, and he may well help us get out of any mental ruts we may be in.
People, he's here to help us. Let him.
"In closing, I have one more thing to point out. You know that we don't
always have the best relationship with local law enforcement. But when
we told them that we were bringing Mr. Andrews in on the Cartelita case,
it actually made them happy - they know how effective he was the last
time he was here."
That done, Amy thanked them for their time, and led me out of the room
while a hundred-plus pairs of eyes followed my every move.
Back out in the hall, she told me "Sorry if all that embarrassed you,
but I want them to know just who they're dealing with. I want them to
come to you - you know things these folks have no clue about, and I want
them to learn anything you have to share with them, no matter what. Your
first priority is the Cartelita case; after that is for you to provide
any assistance to these folks that you think would help. We're starting
to deal with crooks that are a lot more hard-core than we're used to,
and my agents need to learn to deal with it."
"I'll do what I can, Amy. You know that."
"I know, Dan. I just don't want to lose any more people."
I gave her a discrete hug, and she smiled up at me, saying "I do have a
couple of things for you, though. Well, four, I think."
I looked at her quizzically, and she said "Even though you're an extra-
special FBI agent, the Bureau still wants to make sure you're okay to
turn loose on the public. So, you've got to pass the self-defense exam,
and qualify on firearms" with a grin.
I grinned back, and said "I think I can do that. Lucy got me to sign up
with a gym, and we've been working out a couple times a week. In return,
I got Lucy interested in shooting, and the two of us have been hitting
the practice range after our gym workouts."
Amy got a mock-horrified look on her face and said "You've been
practicing ?!"
I nodded, and she said "Now I KNOW I'll shoot you if you get anywhere
NEAR my range!" - and then blushing when a couple of passing agents
looked at her, not entirely sure if she was joking or not.
With a sigh, she looked up at me and said "Well, I guess we might as
well get this over with!" before leading the way through a series of
turns, finally showing me the way into their workout area.
Inside were perhaps a dozen people, one of them a muscular - but not
overly so - man in his mid-20's who was obviously the instructor. When
they saw us, all but the instructor moved off to the side. He approached
us, and extended his hand, introducing himself.
"Mr. Andrews, I trust. I'm Al Johansen, the fitness and defense
instructor. I understand you have to pass our exam?"
I shook with him, and answered "Glad to meet you, Al. Yeah, she says
that's one of the rules that are part of my being here."
"Don't worry about it, sir. If you were in the military, it shouldn't be
any problem", he responded, looking at Amy when she snickered. "Do you
need or want to change clothes first?"
"No, I don't think so. If things get interesting, I expect I'll be
dressed pretty much like this, so we might as well find out if it'll
work, or not."
He nodded, and led the way out to the middle of a heavy foam mat that
occupied the center of the floor. Once there, he told me "This exam
isn't particularly structured. I just come at you in a variety of ways,
with an assortment of weapons. All I'm looking for is how you react, and
what you do in response."
I voiced my understanding, and he suddenly lunged at me, as though to
punch me in the face.
Looking up at me from the floor, he asked "I'm going to guess you've had
some self-defense training?" with a grin. I admitted that I'd had some -
Amy snickered again, getting a look from him - and he got to his feet.
Next, he tried to tackle me; as he peeled himself from the wall, his
grin was a little forced when he told me "Yup, you've definitely had
some training."
He nodded to one of the other people, and I saw them toss him a rubber
knife. He hadn't any more than caught it when he lunged at me, as though
trying to stab me. When he was back on his feet again, I tossed him the
knife. When he turned to face me, the people behind him suddenly gasped.
He turned to look at them, and I saw a bright blue line across the back
of his shirt - apparently, the edge of the knife contained some kind of
marker to show where 'hits' would land. After one of the observers told
him what had happened, he was visibly shaken when he faced me again. I
just stood there, waiting to see what was next.
In short order, he tried a club, a bigger knife, and a paintball gun
held to both my stomach and back. He wound up with a welt across his
left kidney, a blue line across his abdomen, and a pair of bright yellow
splotches - one over his heart, the other on the back of his head.
He was looking at me with considerable mistrust when he picked himself
up off the floor the last time. Amy interrupted things to tell him
"Forget it, Al. Dan there was Army Special Forces, and helped start the
Delta Force. He taught self-defense, military style. If you got three or
four people involved, you might have a chance - but I don't want any of
you getting hurt. I trust he passes?"
Looking at me warily, he answered "Oh, yeah, he passes. Why didn't you
tell me?"
"A couple reasons. First, I had to see it for myself. Second, if I'd
said anything, you might have been tempted to give him anything BUT the
real exam."
He nodded in understanding, and hesitantly reached out to offer his
hand. I shook it, and told him "Thanks, Al."
"Glad to be of help, sir."
From the workout room, Amy led the way to the firing range. There was a
different range instructor than I'd met the first time, and he eyed me
carefully. Amy didn't bother pulling any stunts, telling him "Bob, this
is Dan Andrews. He's ex-Army Special Forces. We just need to get him
officially qualified."
Bob just nodded, and asked "His weapon or one of ours"? When I told him
"I've got my own", he nodded again, and quickly set a target into some
spring clips, then sent it 25 feet down the range. That done, he told me
"It's an easy process. Starting with your weapon on the counter, put two
mags into the target; one fast, one slow. Keep them all inside the nine
ring, and it's an automatic pass."
I just told him "Got it. When do I start?"
"Whenever you're ready. You've got thirty seconds from the first round."
I nodded my understanding, and pulled my pistol from its holster and set
it on the counter in front of me. Next to it, I set a second magazine.
He saw the .45 I carried, and said "Nice weapon" before stepping back
and to the side of where I was standing. At that point, we all put on
our hearing protection and safety glasses.
I took a few moments to collect myself before picking up my pistol. I
took my time with the first clip, then ejected it and emptied another in
the rapid-fire portion. After I dropped the second clip, Bob moved next
to me and said "Fourteen seconds. Pretty damn good time. Let's see how
the target looks."
He hit a button on a small controller, and the target quickly moved up
to where it was within easy reach of the counter. Bob gave a low
whistle, and looked at me - the 'X' at the center of the target had been
turned into one not-so-large ragged hole.
"I take it he passes?" Amy asked, with a grin.
"Oh, yeah, no problem. Tell me, Mr. Andrews - do you ever compete?"
Amy laughed, and told him "Bob, that's the Mr. Andrews that I had to
beat to get my record back on the combat range. He's rated Expert in
both rifle AND pistol. Don't bet anything you don't want to lose."
Bob looked at me with a new sense of respect, and smiled, telling me
"Thought the name sounded familiar. Didn't figure it was YOU though. No
hard feelings?"
"Not on my end. You're doing what you're supposed to be - making sure
the folks with guns around here know which end the bullets come out of,
and how to hit what they're aiming at. Can't fault you for that." I
answered as I reloaded the magazines from a box of ammo he provided.
At that point, Amy spoke up to tell me "There are still a couple more
things we need to take care of, Dan."
With that, Bob and I shook hands, and I followed Amy to her office -
which she'd apparently inherited from Clara Hawkes, her predecessor.
Inside, I saw two women sitting off to the side of Amy's desk. One of
them I recognized as Abigail O'Malley, a young lady that had taken
charge of Lucy's daughter Robyn and her friend Sandra while I'd been out
with the agents busting the TechnoDynamics bunch. She seemed pleased
when I recognized her, and greeted her by name. She still looked much
like an out-of-place surfer girl: brown hair slightly longer than I'd
seen before, hazel eyes, slender, and nicely curved.
The other woman was someone that I'd seen in the workout area, standing
off to the side with the other observers. She was still dressed in
workout clothes - but even baggy sweats couldn't completely hide the
figure underneath, or the coal-black hair surrounding an attractive
face. Amy introduced her as Erika Simpson; I could see that she was
older than Amy, but I wouldn't have cared to guess how much.
When we were seated, Amy told me "Dan these two are the other two
surprises I have for you. You obviously recognize Abby O'Malley, from
your last visit. She's going to be your assistant while you're here -
she's better with computers than anybody else here. Since you were here
last, she's been out in the field a bit, so working as your gofer is
actually a little bit of a step down for her - but she specifically
asked for the job. Erika is here from Headquarters; she's head of
training for protective detail agents there. Don't let her looks fool
you: she got the job after working her way up through the ranks,
including doing actual protective and training duty. I'll let her tell
you why she's here."
I turned to look at Erika, and she smiled at me before saying "You've
gotten some serious attention at headquarters, Mr. Andrews. When the
decision was made to bring you in on this case, a special request was
made that the Army turn over your entire service record. Believe me, it
made quite an impression on those privileged to see it - myself
included. I'm here for two reasons. First, my primary job is to try and
learn from you.
"You see, we're running into the problem of gang activity more and more;
it's not like the old days when even the Mob had some decency. The gangs
we're running into today are vicious, far beyond anything organized
crime ever did. From your record, you seem to have a peculiar talent for
spotting trouble, and dealing with it effectively - particularly the
kind of trouble that we're running into with the gangs. Most of your
military experience was dealing with the kind of people that we're
having to deal with now, and we need to learn how you do it. So my
function, first and foremost, is to learn that, so that we can share
your knowledge and skills with our agents.
"Second, I'm here to serve as your backup, if you wish. Make no mistake:
I am here for YOU, to follow YOUR instructions, while I watch your back.
The people we're dealing with here are animals, pure and simple. ANY
help you can give us in this case is greatly appreciated, and one way we
want to show that appreciation is by taking every measure possible to
ensure that you aren't hurt or killed. I already know how good you are
with weapons, and in personal combat; but you've only got one set of
eyes and ears. My function, if you'll have me, is to watch your back. I
will not interfere with whatever actions you find necessary; I am here
SOLELY to observe and protect."
I looked from Abby to Erika and back again for several moments while I
thought things over. I finally told them "If you will excuse us while I
talk this over with Amy?"
Abby looked crestfallen, but Erika was made of sterner stuff. Both
quietly stood, and left the office, closing the door behind them.
When they were gone, I turned to Amy and asked "Okay, Amy, what's really
going on?"
Amy just looked at me, and answered "There's nothing going on, Dan. Why
do you ask?"
"I just find it curious that the people I get for two perfectly
reasonable jobs both happen to be women. Attractive women, at that."
Amy grinned, saying "That's the luck of the draw. I promise you, Abby
really asked for the job - ahead of six others, only four of them
female. As for Erika, she's telling you the truth - the Bureau really
does need someone to teach us how to deal with these gangs. She was sent
simply because she's the head of the training department - a job she got
on merit, by the way. Even the man she replaced said she was better
qualified for the job than he was when HE got it. Both are more than
qualified to be here doing this."
"But why would two women take these assignments? You said yourself that
Abby is taking a step back to do it; and I don't doubt for a minute that
Erika could come up with someone else to send, instead of doing this
herself" I told her.
"Dan, it's perfectly reasonable to ME, as a woman. I don't think you
appreciate what kind of affect you have on us: you're ruggedly handsome,
strong in so many ways, and smart; things that affect us deep down in
our chromosomes. That you're patient, and caring and all the rest only
hits us in our hearts and minds. You're the kind of guy that damn near
any woman wants to have around. I hate to admit it this way, but you're
simply a shining example of an Alpha male, and we're attracted to you
because of it, viscerally and intellectually.
"That's also part of the reason that I didn't tell Al about your
military experience. Either he'd have let you off easy, or - as I would
have expected - felt challenged by you and tried to prove something.
Either way, it wouldn't have been appropriate."
I nodded my understanding, and told her "Well, that being the case, then
I don't have any objections to either one of them."
Amy voiced her appreciation, and went to let them back in, closing the
door behind them again.
When they were seated again, I looked at each in turn before saying "I
want you to understand: I do not have any objections to having either
one of you for any personal reasons. I simply had to make sure that you
were here of your own choosing. You're FBI, I expect you to know your
jobs, and how to do them.
"Abby, Amy said you'll be my 'gofer'; but what you'll really be doing is
guiding me through the way things work around here. I generally get my
own coffee and such; please understand that if I ask you to do
something, it's because I really do need your help. I'm Dan, not Mr.
Andrews; if we're going to be working together, I think it's better if
we aren't formal with each other. Erika, the same applies to you: I'm
Dan, you're Erika. You've got a question, ask - I'm sure as hell going
to!
"For both of you, I'm going to expect a lot of question-and-answer as we
get to know each other. You know things I don't, and I know things you
don't - the fastest and easiest way to get around that is communication.
If I don't understand something, I'm going to ask you to explain; and
I'll expect the same from you. If you think something needs my attention
and you're not getting it, don't be afraid to insist. Fair enough?"
Both nodded and voiced their understanding. Then Abby spoke up, saying
"Amy's already assigned you an office. I'll go ahead and make sure it's
supplied and organized for you, if that's okay?"
"That would be great, Abby. Thanks." I replied.
She smiled, and headed out the door, while Erika stayed seated. When
Abby was gone, Erika spoke up, asking "Please forgive me, but I haven't
heard any details about where you'll be staying, Dan, or what the
schedule will be."
Amy spoke up for me, saying "Dan will be staying with me. I have a
second bedroom - I moved to a different place since you were here last,
Dan - and it seemed to simplify the logistics. Scheduling is whatever
Dan thinks it needs to be: he's here helping us, so we're not going to
tie him down with any more regulation than we absolutely HAVE to."
Erika got a slightly puzzled look on her face when she learned where I'd
be staying, then turned to look at me when I said "I'm a little jet-
lagged, so it'll be a short day, today. Tomorrow, I figure to get
started here about 8:00, or little before. After that, I can only
promise to keep you advised as much ahead of time as I can."
Amy told her "I was on his protective detail last time, and he was
exceptionally good about letting us know what was going on, and even
asking for advice. I don't think you'll have any problems, at all. Since
you didn't already know, I'll tell you: I was a bridesmaid at his
wedding, and he was best man at mine. It was because of Dan that Tom and
I got together."
That seemed to clear things up for Erika, and Amy told her "If you want
to change clothes, I've got to show Dan where he'll be working, and his
office."
Erika thanked her, and after Amy made a brief call to someone, the three
of us got up and headed out the door. Erika turned one direction while
Amy steered me the other. A few twists and turns later, I was facing a
door with the nameplate "Special Agent Andrews" next to it. Amy just
smiled when I gestured at it, and led me in to where Abby was
industriously organizing things - making sure the coffee pot was set up,
that we had plenty of office supplies, and so on. Through another door,
and Amy showed me my actual office, telling me "We deliberately put your
office in the middle of the building, or as close as we could get. It
will be swept for bugs daily, and it's rigged to prevent eavesdropping.
We figure if they're savvy about computers, we'd better play it safe
about other electronics, too. This Cartelita thing is THE case we have
now, and we don't want to risk anything jeopardizing it."
That said, she led me out to the hallway again, and pointed out a door
across the hall, saying "In there is the computer we seized. The room is
shielded nine ways from Sunday against ANY kind of eavesdropping.
There's no phone line, no intercom, NOTHING in there that could be used
to gain access to that computer. The door is cipher-locked, and only 3
people have the combination: me, Tom, and our Security officer. She'll
be here in a bit to set the new combination to whatever you tell her; at
that point only TWO people will have access to that room - you, and her.
We've got reason to believe that our little group here has been working
with others in other cities; if we can pry open this case, we think we
can use the info to break the others, as well - so you can see why we're
taking this so seriously."
About that time, a female agent appeared - a surprisingly statuesque
platinum blonde - and Amy told me "Dan, this is Agent Littlejohn; she's
our Security Officer. I'm going to go in your office while you tell her
what combination you want on this lock and she gets it set up."
And she did that very thing - immediately going not just into the first
part of my office, but all the way into the back, taking Abby with her.
One other agent started down the hall, but when he saw Agent Littlejohn
with me, quickly found a different route to where he was going.
Both Agent Littlejohn and I watched all this, and when I looked over at
her, she had a slight smile on her face. She saw me looking at her, and
said "Mr. Andrews" - "Call me Dan, Agent Littlejohn" - "Please call me
Katherine. As you can see, that room is something special - as much as
we want to bust the Cartelita, NOBODY wants to do ANYTHING to mess up
any chance we have of doing it. That, and people here have a real
healthy respect for security!"
I laughed, and said "I can see that - and I appreciate it, too; I've
been in situations where security meant a LOT to me."
She laughed, too, and said "I know. Besides Amy, I'm the only other
person here that got to read your Army file. In this job, I don't get to
meet many people that have a higher clearance than I do. Shall we get to
it, then?"
I nodded, and she told me "I can set this lock to any combination of up
to six numbers. Numbers may duplicate, but not repeat. The lock is
electronically monitored, so if you enter a bad combination more than
ONCE, it will trip an alarm in my office, and disable the lock until
someone - that is, ME - clears it. ALL combinations entered into it are
logged, so if ANYONE tries to open this door, even once, we'll know. For
the sake of formality, I want to tell you that combinations involving a
birthday, anniversary, or other similar event is bad security. Do you
have a combination you would like to use, or would you like a little
time to think of something?"
"I've got one in mind." I told her.
She asked me to wait a moment as she opened a small locked box and took
out a serial numbered ledger. Opening it, she carefully held it so that
I couldn't see what was inside. Ready, she asked me for the combination
I wanted to use, then had me repeat it to make sure that I not only gave
her the same numbers, but to ensure she wrote them down correctly.
Satisfied she had the numbers right, she quickly closed the book and re-
secured it in its box. She moved to the door, and I pointedly turned
away from her, letting her know that I didn't WANT to know what the
previous combination had been. I listened as I heard her working on the
lock from inside the room for a couple of minutes, and when she was
done, she came back outside to find me still standing in the same place
in the same position; she cleared her throat to let me know it was okay
to turn around. When I was facing her again, she told me "Now, while I'm
here, I'd like you to open the door, if you would. That gives us final
confirmation that the combination I set is the same one you gave me."
I agreed, and easily punched in the numbers I'd given her, and both of
us heard the lock emit a solid 'thunk' as it released. I opened the door
a bit, and then closed it, making sure that it latched and locked. She
smiled at me again, and stuck her hand out, saying "Thank you, Dan. You
made this a LOT easier than most people do."
I shook her hand as I assured her it was my pleasure, and as she headed
back down the hall, I went into my office to let Amy and Abby know we
were done. I found the two of them talking about possible courses of
action once I had something for them to go on. With my arrival, Abby
readily started to review what they'd already talked about; but I
stopped her by suggesting that she wait until Erika joined us, so she'd
only have to go over it once. As though on command, Erika came in; and
the four of us found seats as we went over the different options we had,
and what kind of timeline we were looking at.
It finally got down to the point where we had everything worked out that
we could; but all of us knew that nothing of any real significance was
going to happen until I got inside that computer.
"Amy, if it's okay, I brought along a laptop with some special utilities
that I'd like to take into The Room if I could." During the previous
discussions, any time we talked about the secure room where the computer
was, everyone had pronounced it in such a way as to emphasize the
capitals, as I just had.
"That's fine, Dan. You've got carte blanche in there. Our technical
people have already duplicated the contents onto another drive, so we're
not worried about losing any data. You'll probably have to wipe the
drive in your computer before you leave, but I figure you expected
that."
"I did. As for duplicating the drive, I don't doubt that your people did
the best they could, but I've got a couple tricks they probably don't
know about. I'm willing to bet that I can come up with more data than
they thought was on there."
"How?"
"After our last little adventure, I got together with Lacy" - he was
someone I knew that could work miracles with hardware; he'd recovered
data from a formatted drive to help the TechnoDynamics case - "and the
two of us managed to work up some new techniques for data recovery. I
don't know how much it will help, but right now, I think anything we can
get would be a step in the right direction."
"Damn right. New techniques, you said? Who else knows?"
"Right now, just me and Lacy. Before I leave, I'll go through it with
your people, if you want."
"I want, I want! Shucks, if you've got time, I don't have any problem
with you teaching CLASSES in this stuff to them. I've talked to the lead
tech; those guys want to get into that machine so bad they can taste it,
but every last one of them is afraid to touch it because they're afraid
they'll mess something up; it's not their careers they're worried about,
it's losing the case. If you can teach them some of what you know, I'm
sure they'd all appreciate it."
"I'd be glad to. Well, if you'll give me a few minutes, I can get things
started In There."
Amy handed me the keys to her car and said "Go ahead, we'll be here when
you get back."
After I'd retrieved the laptop from her car, I entered The Room, and got
it powered up. Then I got it connected to the desktop system, and loaded
the desktop system with a little program Lacy and I had developed. In
just a few seconds, my laptop was able to assume complete control over
the desktop machine: watching every byte of data that went through it,
controlling the different parts in ways the manufacturers had never
thought of. Getting the exact hard drive parameters, I had my laptop
start copying everything on the desktop's drive - instead of being
limited to just the tracks the manufacturer specified, I was able to
guide the drive heads to read BETWEEN them, as well. And by forcing the
drive to output the raw data from the heads, I could easily go back and
look at data that had supposedly been 'erased'. I'd wind up with several
times as much data as the desktop drive supposedly held, but in that
data would be stuff that everyone else thought was "gone".
I watched for a few minutes as my laptop started sucking every bit of
data it could find from the desktop systems drive, and storing it.
Calling up another utility, I could go through the 'ghost' data, and
look at it as though it were still on the original drive, and compare
how and when and where the data had changed over time. Satisfied that
things were going as they were supposed to, I left the computers to
their task, and went back to my office - carefully making sure the door
was latched and locked behind me.
When I saw Amy, I told her "I'm going to need a hard drive from your
tech people - probably late tomorrow morning. It looks like we're going
to get a little less than twice the data off the hard drive on that
thing, and I expect you'll want to courier it to Headquarters, right?"
Amy just stared at me for a few moments, then asked "How did you... oh,
never mind, I wouldn't understand the answer. You'll have the drive as
soon as you need it; and yes, I want to have it couriered to
Headquarters." Then she picked up the phone, and gave somebody a heads
up that she'd need a courier the next day.
Erika and Abby were both looking at me as though I were a wizard on the
verge of turning them into toads.
Heeding my own advice, I told the three of them "How I did it was
relatively easy. I told you that Lacy and I came up with a couple
techniques, right? Well, I'm using one of them. A little background,
first. The way a computer stores data on a drive is with magnetic fields
- north-and-south one way for a logical 'one', and the reverse for a
logical 'zero'." The three of them indicated their understanding, and I
went on "okay, that magnetic field is centered around a set of pre-
defined 'tracks' on the hard drive - kind of like the lanes on a
freeway. BUT, the operative word there is CENTERED: the magnetic fields
that are generated are actually a little bigger than the tracks
themselves, and the tracks are spaced so that the 'overflow' doesn't
interfere with adjacent tracks. Now, what happens is that the magnetic
fields aren't always exactly on the center of the tracks; in reality,
they rarely are. So what happens is that there's almost always magnetic
'residue' between the tracks, and it's always closest to the track that
it was originally written to. It used to be that if you wanted to read
that residue, you had to disassemble the drive and use some pretty
specialized equipment. What Lacy and I came up with was a way to get
inside the drive electronics - it's 'smarts' - and take over, so that we
could read that residue without having to take the drive apart. It takes
a while because we have to read the residue several times to make sure
we're getting real data and not just noise, but it's still faster and
easier than taking the drive apart. The benefit is that while we're
doing that, we also read the data that the computer already knows it
has, so we can compare the two. With a little software and some applied
theory, we can make some pretty good guesses as to when the data was
changed. In Lacey's lab, we were able to detect, and figure the sequence
of, SEVERAL data changes. Using the freeway analogy again, we're
essentially pulling tire tracks from near the lane markers, instead of
where most people drive. I'll have a lot better idea of what happened,
and when, tomorrow after I've read more of the data off the source
drive; but right now, it looks like we're going to get roughly double
what the drive says it will hold. I'm guessing that nearly all of the
excess is going to be stuff related to the Cartelita situation."
The three of them looked at each other, then me, then each other again.
Finally, Amy spoke up, telling Abby and Erika "RELATIVELY easy, he said.
The fact that he's doing something our own technical people - even the
ones in Headquarters - can't do just slips right by him." Then she
looked at me, and said "Whatever else happens here, you've just earned
your contract fee. When you show our tech people how to do what you just
described, you'll have given us a tool we'll be using for YEARS to
come." Amy still looked a little dazed at my explanation, but Erika just
nodded her head in agreement, acknowledging the truth of what Amy had
just said.
A moment later, Amy spoke again, saying "Well, Dan, you've already
performed one miracle, and you've only been here a couple of hours. You
ready to get some rest so you can pull more rabbits out of the hat
tomorrow?"
"I don't know about rabbits and hats, but yeah, I am a little tired from
the flight."
Amy looked at Erika and Abby and told them "I figure to just take it
easy tonight, but I would like to invite the two of you over tomorrow
evening. I'm thinking of it as an informal, kind of get-to-know-each-
other thing. Outside the office, we can all just relax and get ourselves
psyched up for all the work we're looking at."
Erika and Abby both readily agreed to Amy's idea, and with nothing else
to talk about for the moment, the four of us got up and headed for home
- or a hotel, in Erika's case.
I was surprised when Amy drove us to the same small cluster of duplexes
that she'd lived in when Lucy, Robyn, Sandra and I stayed with her
before.
"I thought you said you moved?" I asked.
She grinned at me, and answered "Yeah, I did. Didn't say where I moved
TO, though, did I?"
"Smart ass."
"With you, I've got to take 'em when I can get 'em", she laughed, adding
"I - well, Tom and I - just moved to one of the larger units, a two-
bedroom job. We're not trying for kids, but want to be ready if it
happens."
She stopped in front of one of a different building than she'd lived in
before, and helped me carry in my little bit of luggage. Inside, the
rooms I could see were pretty close to the size of her other place; I
figured the difference was probably in the size of the bedrooms, and the
bathroom.
Amy led us into the main bedroom, and I could see that I was at least
partially correct - it was a bit smaller than what she'd had before. We
set my luggage down, and she gave me a brief tour of the rest of the
place. The bathroom in this one was still large, but not as huge as what
she'd had previously. She and Tom had set the second bedroom up as
something of a study, but been careful not to fill it up - I could see
that it would still easily hold a crib and the other furniture that an
infant would need. Back in the living room, we found her cat, J. Edgar,
who deigned to sniff my hand and allow me to give her a little bit of an
ear-rub.
Having seen their new place, I followed Amy into the kitchen, where she
opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer for each of us. After
we'd each taken a swallow, she told me "Dan, I really do appreciate your
help with this Cartelita thing. Hell, I think the whole Bureau does! If
we - you - can peel these bastards open, it'll do wonders for us. Not
just here, but in a lot of other places, like I told you."
"You know I'm glad to help, Amy. I've got Robyn to worry about, and even
Sandra. If I can help do something that gets these things off the
street, I'm more than happy to do it."
"There's one more thing I hope you'll do, too", she said, mischievously.
"What's that?"
"Me" was the answer, as she moved to stand in front of me.
Her eyes locked on mine, she first unbuttoned and removed the blouse she
was wearing, then her skirt. Those gone, she reached between her breasts
to unfasten her bra, and let it drop to the floor, where it was soon
joined by her panties - leaving me with quite a view.
I saw that she still had smooth pale skin and a light dusting of
freckles across her shoulders. Her breasts were medium-sized, with small
pink areolas and nipples. A trim, flat belly that merged into a pair of
smooth muscular thighs. Her mons was covered with a small triangle of
dark red, curly pubic hair; her arousal was obvious from the erect
clitoris I could see above the edges of her vaginal lips.
Without hesitation, she knelt in front of me before unfastening my belt,
then my pants. After unzipping them, she pushed my pants down to reveal
my shorts - then eased them down my legs, as well. Faced with my semi-
erect penis, she reached to cup my testicles as she leaned forward to
take the head of my member in her mouth. Applying a gentle suction as
she let her tongue dance along my length, it didn't take her long to get
me fully erect.
When she was finally satisfied that I was ready for her, she pulled her
lips from around the head of my glistening erection before standing up
long enough to unbutton my shirt - and nodding in approval when she
found me wearing my bulletproof vest.
Stripping me of both shirt and vest, she held me steady as I slipped off
my shoes before stepping out of my pants and shorts so she could guide
me toward the kitchen table. There, she unhesitatingly moved to lay back
on it, her legs hanging off the edge as she looked at me with lust in
her eyes.
It was my turn to kneel, then, as she spread her thighs in invitation.
Looking between them, I saw the blossom of her womanly flower: thin,
straight, delicate labia parted and glistening with her feminine oils.
Rising out from under the hood of her clitoris, they flowed around her
opening to fade into her perineum. The soft, fine hairs of her
incredibly thick bush - which she apparently kept trimmed - did nothing
to conceal her arousal, particularly where it thinned out at the bottom
of her cleft. Though still not close to her, I could still smell her
musky excitement and anticipation.
Moving closer to her, I slipped my tongue between her labia before
sliding it up between them - dipping slightly into her opening - to
finish with a soft caress of her erect clitoris. She gasped her pleasure
at my first contact, and her hips arched to keep my tongue in contact
with her clitoris for as long as possible.
Over the next few minutes, I continued my oral ministrations to her
womanhood; only when I had her moaning almost constantly and her
feminine essence all but flowing out of her did I raise up to stand over
her. Her eyes watched my penis sway as I moved forward to stand between
her parted thighs, positioning my erect member against the opening of
her vagina. She pulled her knees up and apart to open herself to me even
more before putting her hands on my hips to pull me closer. I could see
her erect nipples harden even more as I started to press myself into her
while she lifted her pelvis in welcome.
My first thrust got perhaps a quarter of my length in her, accompanied
by her groan of pleasure. Withdrawing a bit to spread her lubrication, I
pressed in again, sinking nearly two thirds of my manhood into her. Back
out again, and a final arching of my hips buried my length in her -
resulting in Amy's deep moan of satisfaction.
Reaching forward, I took her breasts in my hands, feeling her hard
nipples pressing into my palms. I gently squeezed her breasts, my
fingers dimpling them as though they were filled with a warm, firm gel.
Amy put her hands on top of mine, then squeezed, letting me know how
much pressure to apply. I followed her lead, and felt her vagina flutter
around my penis in response.
I leaned over to take one of her nipples in my mouth as I slowly slid
myself out of her, until I felt the ring of muscle at her entrance
gripping me just behind the glans of my member. I paused a moment, then
filled her again in a single long, slow thrust of my pelvis. I continued
to nurse at her breasts for the next couple of minutes as I repeated my
slow-motion lovemaking with her; with each penetration, I could feel her
getting hotter and wetter inside as she panted her steadily increasing
arousal - and groaned her frustration at my slow pace.
When I had both of her areolas puckered and glistening with my saliva, I
raised my body again and started ratcheting up the pace at which I was
pistoning in and out of her. I felt it as a small tremor ran through
her; an apparent mini-orgasm, judging from the way her womanhood clamped
down on me for a few seconds.
From the angle that I was entering her, I knew that each time I slid
into her, it was pulling slightly on the entrance to her vagina - and
thus applying a slight pressure to her clitoris. That added stimulus of
her clitoris as I penetrated her each time resulted in her vagina
briefly clenching; the effect was that not only was she incredibly hot
and wet inside, but felt wonderfully tight around me, too.
As much as I was pleasing her, she was pleasing me, too. It wasn't but a
few minutes before I felt myself heading down the road to release. Not
wanting to leave Amy behind, I moved my hands to her breasts and started
squeezing them and gently pinching on her nipples. I felt her breasts
get firmer and tighter under my hands, and knew that the added
stimulation would keep her with me.
Looking down between us, I could see that my erection was thoroughly
coated with her feminine oils and that her labia were so open that they
were barely moving as I slid myself in and out of her.
After a couple more minutes, I felt my balls start to tighten up; it
wasn't going to be much longer before I unloaded her. Still determined
to bring her as much pleasure as she was bringing me, I started
thrusting into her faster and harder, bumping her clitoris with my pubic
bone even as my entry in her was applying a different pressure on it.
Amy's head immediately started twisting from side to side as my actions
brought her even more stimulation, and moved her even closer to her
orgasm.
It couldn't have been another minute before I felt myself tighten up as
I reached my peak. When she felt the first hot jet of my semen erupt,
Amy fell into the chasm of her own release; I felt her tighten around my
length before the rings of her internal muscles started a rhythmic
spasming that ran the length of my penis, milking it. Our respective
climaxes continued like that, in almost perfect counterpoint to each
other: the feeling of Amy's hot vagina tightening around me would
trigger another eruption from me, which seemed to trigger Amy into
another round of HER release. Back and forth we went, the intensity and
duration of our climaxes prolonged and intensified as a result.
Still, our human limitations finally kicked in, and the power of our
mutual release began to taper off - leaving us both nearly exhausted.
When we'd both gotten our breath back, Amy suddenly had a fit of the
giggles. When she was nearly over them, I asked "Okay, so what was THAT
all about?"
Grinning, she said "I was just thinking that we didn't even last fifteen
minutes before we were going at it like a couple of newlyweds, right
here on the kitchen table. Then it hit me that we're both married - and
that Lucy and Tom not only wouldn't mind, but would probably approve!"
I grinned back, and answered "True, it's probably not a situation that
comes up much in the rest of society. As for Tom and Lucy, they'd
probably have been at it, too!"
And with that, BOTH of us started laughing at the situation - until my
penis finally pulled free of Amy to let our mixed juices start leaking
out of her. THAT started her on another fit of the giggles, even as she
gestured she wanted one of the small towels near the sink. I handed it
to her, and she quickly wiped up what had escaped her already, and then
positioned it to stem any further leakage. Satisfied, she opened her
arms in invitation for me to rest over her again.
I did, and the two of us shared several loving kisses as we held each
other for a few minutes.
After giving me a brief hug, Amy whispered "I think it's time we got
moving. I think you'd like to clean up a little, and I know I do."
I hugged her back, and stood up before helping her to her feet. To give
Amy a little time to herself in the bathroom, I stayed behind to pick
our clothes up from the kitchen floor before laying them out in the
bedroom. When I was done, I knocked at the bathroom door, and heard
Amy's okay. I went in to discover that the bathroom wasn't much smaller
than the one she'd had before - her shower easily held the two of us as
we took a quick shower to rinse ourselves off.
Dried, dressed, and back in the living room, Amy asked if I had anything
in particular I wanted for supper. I said anything was fine, and she
disappeared for a few minutes before coming back with a tray of
sandwiches and chips, along with a couple of sodas.
After we'd finished, I took the leftovers into the kitchen and put them
away, returning with a couple more sodas. We spent the rest of the
evening just watching TV as we snuggled on the couch. When Amy saw me
yawn for the second time in five minutes, she turned the TV off and told
me that it was time for bed. On top of the 'exercise' we'd shared, I was
feeling a bit jet-lagged, and didn't offer any argument - particularly
when she led me into the bedroom and started undressing me. When both of
us were naked, she pulled the bed covers down, and guided me between the
sheets, then climbed in next to me. After nudging me onto my side, she
moved to spoon with me, her arm around my chest as her breasts pressed
into my back. I took her hand in mine, holding it as I fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning to find that Amy and I had reversed positions
during the night - her firm ass was neatly tucked against my semi-erect
penis, and my arm around her ended with my hand cupped over one of her
smooth breasts.
Reluctantly, I released her breast and started to ease myself back, so
that I could get out of bed. When I did, her hand held mine as I heard
her say "It's only six o'clock; you don't have to get up, yet."
My answer was simple: "Yeah, I do - too much beer and soda last night!"
I could almost hear her smile as she let my hand slip free of her grasp.
When I got back, I found that she hadn't moved; I didn't hesitate to
resume my previous position - including holding her breast in my hand.
She put her hand over mine, holding me there, before saying "You know, I
never get tired of waking up like this - having somebody I care about
next to me."
"Yeah, it is nice. Makes it easy to understand what the real priorities
are in life."
She snuggled back against me before answering "That it does."
We lay together like that for a while longer, content to be with someone
we cared about, before the alarm went off at 6:30. Reluctantly, we
parted, each to get up on 'our' side of the bed. As I got dressed, Amy
went in to the bathroom to take care of her morning routine; when she
was out, it was my turn as she got dressed.
Breakfast was light and casual as we each read different parts of the
newspaper; then it was into her car for the trip to the office.
There, I found Abby and Erika pouring themselves a cup of coffee, having
obviously arrived just ahead of me. Abby poured one for me, too, then
handed it to me. I took it, and reminded her "Like I said, I generally
get my own coffee and such. The moving around to get it helps me keep my
head clear, and kind of forces me to stop and think a little bit about
what I'm doing, so I don't get into any mental ruts."
Erika looked at me skeptically, and said "Somehow, I don't think that
kind of thing is much of a problem for you."
"Well, no, it usually isn't. But it's something I want to avoid if I
can, so I try to do things to keep it from happening", I admitted.
I invited them into my office, where we chatted for a few minutes as
each of us sipped at our coffee.
As we got to the bottoms of our cups, Abby wanted to know if I had
anything in particular I wanted her to do. I thought it over a few
moments, and said "Well, since Amy doesn't mind if I talk to the tech
people, you can find out if there's anything in particular I can do for
them. If there is, get it set up. You know, like if they want classes in
something, we'd need a time and place to hold them, that kind of thing.
Anything you can share with me about the case would probably be good;
it'll give me an idea of who we're after, and what kind of threat they
present. Like I said yesterday, I'll need a hard drive to copy data to,
so it can be couriered to headquarters; I'll need your help getting that
set up. You can find out from the other agents on the case if there's
anything they think I can help with. Amy told me that she's willing to
let me do pretty much anything I can to help whoever needs it, so let's
find out who and what. It's probably going to be a couple of days before
we really get organized, here. While that's happening, I'm open to
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