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 Sorcerer: The Clann by BJohn
   Chapters 11 - 20 01/28/07
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   Chapter 11
   PATRICK (Monday 1/30)
   On the way home from school, we'd both felt something _touch_ and
_shake_ us several times as we went by the Fearsome Five.
   After we got to my place and dropped our books, we looked for dinner. 
Both sets of parents were gone for a couple days on business trips so we
were on our own although we were to report in to Louise Adams every day. 
No big deal, we'd done it before.
   I looked in the kitchen, deciding on what to offer Val.  I eyeballed a
few things in the freezer then Val asked, _"Didn't your mom leave a
casserole in the fridge?"_
   I told her, _"Yeh, that's right.  Yep, it's here.  I'll get it going in
a bit."_ I turned on the oven to warm up.
   _"I'm going to hit the john for a pee,"_ she told me.
   I went to the living room and relaxed on the sofa.  I heard the bathroom
fan go on and felt pressure in my abdomen.  _"Hey, don't take all night in
there, I've gotta go, too."_
   _"Yeh, yeh, yeh.  All you guys gotta do is whip it out.  We sitters take
a little more work."_
   A few seconds later, I felt the pressure dissipate.  What the fuck?  I
felt dampness on my fingers -- but they were dry.  I stood up, pulled my
underwear and pants up then buttoned and zipped.  Wait a minute!  I'm still
sitting down!
   I heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open.  I turned my head
to look at Val and asked her, _"Did you feel something..."_
   Our eyes met and we expanded.  It's the best I can explain what
happened. Our bodies were only a small part of what we were sensing; we
_merged_ ourselves together and for the first time I felt complete.
   I felt Valerie around me, inside me, everywhere with me.  She was a
joyous, endless vista of beauty and we fit together so well the ecstasy was
almost unbearable.  Together, we flamed!  We seemed to add to each other in
a glorious harmony that was many times more the two of us apart.
   I told her, _"My God, Val!  This is what we were missing.  I can
actually *feel* our love for each other -- it's almost a physical essence.
I love you, Valerie.  I love you with everything I have."_
   She said, _"I love you, Pat.  We build each other up everywhere we
touch. It's almost painful but it's so ecstatic I could weep with the joy
of our being together."_
   Somehow we were _talking_ and _sharing_ our thoughts, emotions and
sensations as easily as we open our eyes in the morning.  We met on the
sofa and held each other while the storm of our joy raged throughout us.
   We kissed and the love between us flared up to the point where it was
almost overwhelming.  Somehow we pushed through it and we felt our mouths
meet time and again in a silent effort to express our love.
   Val pulled my hand up and put it over her breast.  _"Touch me, Pat. 
Touch me with your body the same way you touch me with your soul."_
   _"I love you, Val.  It goes beyond all bounds I ever imagined."_ I
caressed her firm breast and felt her hard nipple in my palm.  Her arms
came around me; we kissed again and dueled with our tongues.
   I dropped my hand to her blouse and undid the top button.  _"Yes,"_ she
told me, _"yes, please.  I want to feel your hands on me.  My breasts ache
for you and my nipples are in agony while they wait.  Please, touch me."_
   I got the rest of her buttons open, opened her bra and tenderly cupped
her breasts in my hands.  God, they were so hot and smooth!  They radiated
energy into my hands and I caressed them as we kissed deeper and deeper.
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   JANET (Monday 1/30)
   *DAMN!* Fifteen minutes after we got home, Toro, Bellana and I banged
loudly on Pat's door.
   "Open up in there," I called through the door.  "It's Janet Adams with
the Love Police!"
   Then I switched.  _"Turn the volume down, get your clothes on and open
the damned door!"_
   A minute later, Pat opened the door and let us in.  He was flushed and
was tucking his shirt into his pants.  Val was red, her hair was a mess and
she'd just finished fastening the final button on her blouse.
   _"Thank God we're in time!"_ I told them.  _"We have a warrant for you
two for violation of mental confidentiality!  You two have been blasting
out lovey-dovey over the entire fuckin' county!"_
   They had.  Apparently our last set of _inspections_ had more than done
the trick.  They'd gone outside, merged into each other and found their
love -- and had been broadcasting it so loudly we had to put up our
firewalls to keep them out.
   Hell, when most of us were outside, we usually felt we were about the
size of a basket ball or beach ball.  Pat and Valerie were both a hundred
feet in diameter and broadcasting proportionally.  Talk about Potential!
   They'd just been necking and doing some very light petting the last
couple minutes -- and telling the county how good it was!  Glad we got to
them before Pat got his mouth on a nipple!
   Yeh, they could _talk_ all right.  We kept them turning down the volume
until we could tolerate it without a firewall.  We immediately gave them a
*lot* of coaching on intention, attention and LEAKAGE!
   "You thought the sex bomb last year was something?  It was only a
six-block radius.  If you guys had gone much further, we would have had a
county-wide episode!  God damn, you guys are good!  Let's just get it
calmed down so we can all enjoy your happiness."
   It took an hour to get them where they could _talk_ without leaking. 
They had so much sheer power it was like an electrical power line emitting
radio energy.  We taught them about firewalls and VPNs.  They lapped it up
and in about five minutes, they were _quiet_ and able to snog to beat hell
while tightly _snuggled_ together -- with NO leakage.
   I figured it was time to get out of there.  Henry tossed them a small
bag.  "For later," he told them.
   Valerie took a look inside and blushed -- although we could barely tell
it through her sexual flush.  Steven, Mom and Blake had *each* bought Henry
and me twelve-packs of condoms a day after Henry and I had gotten together.
   We'd only used one box before I got my diaphragm, so Henry'd given them
the other 24.  "Hope it'll get you through the night," I told them.
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   VALERIE
   Somehow Janet, Henry and Bellana were with us, calming us down and
helping us bring the flames within us under control.
   Yow!  Apparently we'd been _telling_ everyone for a *long* ways how we
felt about each other!  Janet and company didn't seem to find it weird or
strange; they were concerned about how *loud* we'd been.
   They gave us heavy-duty coaching on volume control, _talking_ and
_sharing_ without leaking.  We had to keep turning things down, down, down
until they were satisfied.
   Bellana told us, "You two have tremendous power.  Sheer raw power. 
Along with the power comes the responsibility to use it wisely.  True power
carries with it the ability to admit or take responsibility for causing
things, and on the other side, the ability to withhold using that power."
   Henry told us, "Golden Rule: Cause only those effects others can
experience easily... and be able to experience anything yourself."
   They taught us about what they called firewalls and VPNs -- no sweat on
the concepts, we knew about them from our computers.  Getting them in place
and working took a little bit of doing, but when they finally were working,
it was wonderful!
   We felt in control of what we were doing and experiencing.  It didn't
limit it at all, it channeled it where we need and wanted it.
   The VPN was perfect!  We could _talk_, share and do anything we wanted
through it!  We pulled or shrank ourselves down to a more convenient size
for the "real" world but were still able to spirit-hug, _kiss_ and _merge_
with each other.  When we were spiritually touching, we didn't need a VPN
since we blended our firewalls together.
   Kissing was great!  We were focused on what we were doing!  Things were
just getting interesting again (my nipples were steel!) when Janet broke us
up.
   Henry tossed me a small bag.  When I looked inside, there were two large
boxes of condoms!  He knew *exactly* what we wanted to do!
   They left and as we began making out again, Pat's stomach growled.  It
made mine growl too and we laughed so hard we fell off the sofa.
   Pat told me, "I think we'd better get something to eat.  These bodies
are going to need a lot of energy tonight." Evil grin.
   "Yeh," I agreed.  "A *lot*!"
   Pat put the casserole in the oven.  He told me, "Thirty minutes.  Now
what can we do for thirty minutes that we can stop?"
   I told him, "Shower!  We're going to be doing a *lot* of touching
*everywhere* and I want to be clean and sweet for you, my love."
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   PATRICK
   Just in case, we set the alarm clock up to loud for thirty minutes from
now.  I slipped the casserole in the oven to warm.
   We _linked_ lightly (thank you for teaching us, Janet) and undressed
each other.  Each piece of skin revealed got a caress or kiss.
   We looked at ourselves in the mirror; we were gawky with
ill-proportioned arms and legs and prominent bones.  Not the "beautiful
people" we've seen in the movies or magazines, for sure.
   Val was lovely anyway.  Val's breasts, however, were beautiful.  Perfect
cones tipped with wonderfully-pink areolae and nipples.
   I told her, "You are lovely, Val.  When our bodies settle out a little
more, you will be beautiful.  Even now, your breasts are beautiful."
   "PRRRR.  You've got the best-looking dick I've seen.  Mind you, I've
seen only my dad's on occasion and *his* sure wasn't trying to launch into
orbit."
   We turned on the shower and stepped in.  We soaped and cleaned each
other's bodies -- the _shared_ sensations were almost overwhelming; we had
to keep turning down the volume and easing back on how much we were
_sharing._
   Just as we finished drying each other off (very carefully) the alarm
went off.  Good timing.
   We each slipped on a pair of boxer shorts so we wouldn't stick to the
kitchen chairs and got out our dinner -- casserole, milk and a little
salad.
   We started out sitting across from each other but had to change that
quickly.  I got so entranced with admiring her neck, shoulders, breasts and
nipples I'd sit for a minute at a time with my fork halfway to my mouth.
   She wasn't much better; she'd stare at my chest and forget to breathe.
   We ended up sitting on the same side of the table, well apart from each
other.  Even then, my dick was so hard it hurt.  We laughed about it then
had to settle down to be able to eat!
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   VALERIE
   We finished eating somehow.  I was glad I'd learned to feed myself years
ago, because I sure hadn't been paying much attention.  We cleaned up
things and put the dishes in the dishwasher.
   Pat suddenly picked me up in his arms like a baby, with one of my hard
nipples poking against him.  He told me, "Now it's time to ravish you, me
proud beauty!"
   "Oh!  Oh!  Whatever shall I do?  I am helpless before your power!  Woe
is me, I shall be forever defiled!  Do I have a choice in this?"
   He laughed evilly, "No!  You are finally within my power!  No more shall
you flash your beautiful bare breasts at me and twitch your cute butt in
front of my face with impunity!"
   I sighed in despair and told him, "Well, in that case, I'll just have to
relax and enjoy it."
   He kissed me gently as he carried me into his bedroom -- I snagged the
bag of condoms off the sofa as we went by.  At last!  Years of dreaming and
longing were about to become true.
   He whispered, "Clean sheets yesterday," and laid me down gently on his
bed.  It was twin-size; plenty of room for what we wanted.
   I squirmed over against the wall and he lay down beside me.  We slowly
wrapped our arms and legs around each other while outside, we _shared_
gentle sweet _kisses_ and spirit-hugs.  The entire world seemed to flare
white with our joy of being together at last.
   We did a final check of our joint firewall; we did *not* want Janet
interrupting us this time!
   He told me, "I love you, Valerie Hess.  I'm remembering eons of time
before this present moment, and all that time I've been searching for the
one being, the one person whom I could love fully without reservation.  You
are my love, my sweet lady and no matter what happens, I will never lose
you again."
   We quivered and vibrated in each other's arms while we kissed again and
again, each time _merging_ deeper into each other and finding happiness
wherever we looked.
   I told him, "I love you, Patrick Derman.  For ages beyond count, I've
felt not quite complete.  Now with you, I am completed and we together are
even more than the two of us apart.  We *shall* be together so long as I am
able to exist as a spirit."
   He kissed my eyes, my nose and ran his mouth down my jaw and gently
sucked on my earlobe.  Nice!  A wave of warmth passed through us; a sweet
orgasm!
   He kissed the bottom of each breast carefully and ran his tongue slowly
along the bottom crease.  I felt my hips moving up and down slowly and my
pussy juice trickling down my butt crack.  A wonderful feeling!
   His mouth went back and forth between my breasts, kissing, nibbling and
savoring the taste and feel; I _shared_ his pleasure.  Finally, his mouth
closed gently on a begging nipple and we _felt_ a hot rush flood us. 
Another nice orgasm to share!
   With a final lick to each nipple leaving a trail of energy coursing
through us, he nuzzled downward to my navel.  Yow, it's so sensitive to his
tongue!  We laughed and spirit-hugged again while our bodies adapted to the
energies running through them
   Pat told me, "Pick up your hips, love." I lifted them and he slid the
boxers off down my legs.  As his head passed my crotch, he took a deep
breath through his nose and _shared_ with me the heady pleasure of the
aroma he'd found.
   "You smell like an entire field of exotic flowers in full bloom," he
told me.  "I can hardly bear its beauty."
   He held up the boxers and showed me the crotch.  It was soaked and
actually dripped a little bit as he held it up.  "We've been busy, hmm?" he
grinned.
   He tossed them aside and nuzzled my mound.  Damn, I was glad I'd trimmed
up yesterday!
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   PATRICK
   Yes, I'd smelled pussy juice before when the sex bomb hit.  I'd smelled
a bit of Val's occasionally when we'd been necking for a while but this
aroma was directly from her.  Heavenly!
   As I ran my mouth on the inside of her leg from her knee towards her
cleft, she told me, "I want to watch you do it." Well, we had plenty of
memories on how to manage it.
   We put a few pillows against the wall and she scooted up so she was
lying back against them.  Of course I had to tell her, "Gives a new meaning
to the term, 'laid-back.'" She laughed hard enough she sprayed pussy juice
down her legs!
   We folded up a bath towel twice (four layers) and slipped it under her
butt.  She told me, "It's probably gonna get plenty wet." She pulled her
heels up and spread her knees as far as she could.  We'd been exercising
and stretching so much she could open her legs almost flat.
   The moment I touched my tongue to the flat area between her labia and
her leg, she let out a long moan and a scorcher ran through us.  Her smell
was intoxicating and I told her, _"You smell so delicious, you almost
overwhelm me."_
   Just touching her flooded my tongue with a flavor so familiar, yet so
uniquely hers I shed tears onto her leg.  I told her, _"My memories of this
taste span millions of years, yet never has it been so right, so
satisfying. I love you, Valerie."_
   I spread her cleft with my thumbs and her inner lips sprang forth and
swelled outwards.  They expanded rapidly until they stood proudly erect,
dark with her blood and pulsing with her heartbeat.
   I licked everywhere I could.  I spread her cleft wide and pushed the end
of my tongue an inch or so into her vagina.  When I sucked hard, Val
flooded my mouth with her sweet, tangy fluid; her hips pulsed up and down
an inch or so and another orgasm raced through us.  I flooded my shorts.
   As I continued licking her Valley of Heaven, I told her, _"You made me
come in my shorts.  It's all your fault!  You're so beautiful and wonderful
I couldn't take it any more.  It will take me at least ten minutes to
recover, so you've forced me to continue this for at least that long.  It's
all your fault!" Big smile._
   _"I'll gladly take the blame!  Just don't stop or I'll tear your ears
off!"_
   I pushed her clitoral hood back with my tongue.  Her clitoris stood up
proudly about a half-inch above its hiding place, stiff and red with our
passion; I paid it careful attention in my lingual admirations.
   For several minutes, we kept our dance of love continuing then I slowed
down, lowering our passion a little.  We cooled off a bit and "merely"
quivered and shook instead having orgasms race through us.
   I flicked the tip of my tongue across her proud clit, and each time I
did, Val gasped and told me, _"YES!  More!"_ I wet a finger and gently
pushed it up her quivering vagina.
   We jolted and locked up as a major climax flooded us.  This was no
longer scorching, it was the flames of our love surrounding and running
through us and our bodies -- it was ecstasy!
   Her channel finally relaxed a little and I stroked my finger a few times
while I sucked harder on her clit.  We wailed again as her orgasm became
more intense!
   I kept the suction on her clitoris for what seemed an age of ecstasy
then when her channel finally relaxed, I let it go and licked gently around
it and down on her labia.
   Her channel fluttered and flooded out her nectar while several wonderful
aftershocks ran through us.  They were wonderfully intense, yet each one
was gentler than the last.  They kept coming, and we sang our love song of
keens, moans and wails until at last our bodies stopped quivering and our
breathing came somewhat under control.
   Chapter 12
   VALERIE (Monday 1/30)
   So wonderful, so intense, so...  Hell, none of my memories of great sex
compared to this in the here and now!
   Pat draped a small folded towel over my soaked crotch and snuggled up
along side me.  He kissed me (so lovingly!) and told me, "We'd better use
the towel.  I somehow don't think cum-soaked skivvies count as very
effective birth control."
   I laughed and told him, "Right!  I remember having babies -- once when I
was ten; my body was *really* too young then.  I remember the sensation of
babies nursing, with the milk flowing out."
   Pat stroked a breast then milked it up towards the nipple.  "Hmm.  Feel
the milk flowing?  It's flowing up..."
   He took the nipple in his mouth and suckled gently while he milked.  _"I
can taste the milk.  It's flowing..."_
   Fuck, it sent sensations everywhere!  That's probably one reason I'd
breast-fed my kids so long.
   I had to smack him a few times.  "No!  Naughty!  Let me rest a little
bit."
   He relented, reluctantly and instead kissed me again.  Outside we
spirit-hugged and _kissed_, sharing our love and contentment.
   "Let's get cleaned up," he suggested, "I'm pretty soggy."
   We trotted back to the bathroom and took a quick shower.  He ran his
finger through my hair and said, "Next time, I'd like to wash this.  I've
got many fond memories of soap, fingers and hair."
   "You may wash any part of me you wish, sweetheart."
   We got dried off and into another set of boxers.  I stole one of his
shirts and wore it open (for faster access if needed).
   We snagged a couple sodas from the fridge and snuggled up on the sofa.
We kissed gently and warmly, thrilled by our joy.
   We felt a _knock, knock_ on a VPN; it was the Wild Bunch.
   Bellana told us, _"You two were great!  You were really tight and not a
bit of leakage."_
   Janet: _"There's some other tight things Pat will be getting into," evil
leer, "but you know that.  On the other hand, there were some really
interesting sounds coming in our windows."_
Henry: _"They were even more interesting when we had our ears against
your front door." Grin._
   We laughed at them, _"Voyeurs!  Peepers!"_
   Bellana: _"We didn't actually *watch.* I'll admit we did peek.  The
noises were even more interesting after we opened the door and sat on your
sofa."_
Janet: _"Yeh, your bedroom door was open..."_
Shit!  Just what we needed, an audience.  I told them, _"You'd better
watch it, guys.  I'll sic my boyfriend on you and he's *really* mean!"_
   Henry: _Mock-alarm.  "Oh my!  I'll make sure these wanton women behave
themselves.  I may have to beat some butt but they'll come around."_
Janet: _"Toro, if you beat my butt the right way, I *will* come... 
around." Wiggling spirit-eyebrows._
Bellana: _"I'll help him!"_
Henry: _"Okay, that's for later tonight, ladies.  I think these two need
to learn a bit about outside operations."_
They taught us about being totally outside our bodies with no
connections.  Neat!  No problem.  When we learned about Major Reference
Points, it made sense, too.
   Henry: _"For what it's worth, when any of us go exploring, we ensure our
bodies are safe.  We haven't lost one yet, but it's just a precaution.  I'd
recommend locking your front door and your bedroom door."_
Janet: _"Okay, guys.  You're just getting started good; enjoy the hell
out of yourselves.  Later on this week or maybe next week, we've got some
other stuff we'd like to go over with you."_
After sharing spirit-hugs, they went off to torment some innocent
pigeons and squirrels in Brand Park.
   We laughed, joked around and did some nice heavy necking.  My pussy
slicked up nicely, my nipples were hard, and we were ready for the next
round.
   I'd been deflowered thousands upon thousands of times before.  Some had
been very good, some very bad and the rest fell in between.  *This* one was
going to be really special; this was with Pat, my sweetie, my love who I'd
finally found after millennia of searching.
   Show time!  We got Pat thoroughly encased in a condom (thank you,
Internet, for the education!).  Why did my hands shake so much?
   I shoved him on his back and sat on his face for a few minutes.  Being
the nice guy he was, he obligingly licked everywhere, tortured my clit with
his teasing and made my pussy flood all over his face.
   I straddled him and positioned his hard dick right where we wanted it
then collapsed forward on his chest.  We kissed long and deep time and
again until our bodies were flooded with arousal energy.
   I sat up a little and put pressure downwards, forcing the head into my
channel.  We were _linked_ just tight enough so we moved together without
thinking or talking.  We just did what we needed and wanted.
   Damn, it was tight!  Glad we'd popped my hymen earlier!  With a little
hip-circling and gentle bounces, we finally popped the head through the
outer muscle.
   Another inch in then a stroke in and out for yet another inch gained. 
So wonderful!  The penetration and stretching were so much more thrilling
than I ever remembered.  Then again, this was the first time we'd ever been
really *aware* of what our bodies were doing.
   Before, we'd always had all sorts of baggage like "Am I doing it right?
Will he still love me later?  Will Daddy catch us and kill him?" crap like
that.  Now we were free of all it and were alone in our own world full of
love, passion and joy.
   Pat caressed my breasts gently and lightly pinched my rock-hard nipples.
Another climax!  God, what sweetness!
   When I was about halfway in, he pulled me down to his chest and I rested
there while we shared hot kisses and tried to put our tongues around each
other's tonsils.  We shared kisses for several minutes while our breathing
slowed down a little and even more pussy juice built up inside.
   I sat up again and pumped on him.  Out a half inch, in an inch, with a
pause every couple strokes to let a climax wash through us and to keen out
our passion again.
   Was the Wild Bunch watching?  listening?  Let 'em!  By this time, we
were willing to let the whole world know how much joy we were _sharing_.
   At last I had my full weight on his legs with my legs relaxed; I felt
his head just touching my cervix.  Perfect fit!  Wonderful, loving
sensations of stretching, fullness and slick, hot tissues sharing their
nerve ends.
   As I'd done thousands of times before, I moved my hips around, exploring
the sensations each movement produced.  This time, however, I could _share_
them with my lover, my man, my Patrick!
   We found the right angle and motion to rub my clit right along his shaft
and pinch it between our pubic bones at the bottom.  Now a bit faster and a
harder bump at the bottom.  Each stroke and bump sent rivers of energy
flooding through us, building up to an as yet-unknown release point.
   Faster and harder!  We were keening out continuously now.  I threw my
head back, pushed my breasts hard into Pat's strong hands and let my hips
and voice do what they may.
   Further and further it built up!  We held it for a long, long time
exactly on the edge then Pat pinched my nipples hard at the same time we
bottomed out.  We went over!
   God it was wonderful!  The energy flooded out, through and around us,
body and spirit, in an indescribable cascade of love and joy!  Both our
bodies locked up for a long minute then finally relaxed enough for us to
breathe again.
   I felt Pat thicken up inside me.  He thrust up firmly to meet me, and as
we _felt_ him come inside me, an even harder climax carried us upwards,
away from the world of hard matter and into the realms of spiritual love,
joy and happiness.
   We stretched out our connections to our bodies and continued _sharing_
the wonderful, erotic and exciting sensations as we spirit-kissed and
_hugged_ in the skies above.
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   PATRICK
   We soared together in the sunlight while below our bodies moved in sweet
release.  Many aftershocks kept us bouncing again, reveling in our
new-found love and happiness.
   Finally, we let our bodies below collapse in happy weariness while we
_shared_ wonderful spirit-hugs and _kisses_ outside.  We came back close by
and nudged our bodies so they rested side by side.
   I pulled out while carefully holding the condom in place.  We tossed it
aside and snuggled up together again with a towel draped across Val's cleft
-- she'd put out so much wetness we were both soaked halfway to our knees.
Fortunately, we knew how to run the laundry!
   We left the bodies to doze and sleep comfortably and took off for an
exploration run.  Major Reference Point: my bedroom.  Yes, both the front
door and my bedroom door were locked.
   Harvard Middle School was right there, so why not?  We checked out the
inner sanctum of the Teacher's Lounge.  What's the big deal?  A fridge,
small hotplate, a microwave...  Where's all the spell books and tomes of
wisdom we'd thought they consulted during those lengthy conferences?
   We found a stash of condoms behind a drawer.  Hmm, which teachers could
we match up?  The box wasn't dusty and several were gone, so we guessed
some of those "conferences" were pretty intense.  Sounds like we had some
investigating to do.
   Okay, off to the La Brea Tar Pits.  We'd gone there on a field trip
once, and it'd been fun.  The museum was still there and just as
interesting as before.
   This time however, we could investigate first hand.  We dropped down
into the tar pool and investigated.
   Still lots of bones and other stuff.  We found a few interesting
skeletons which hadn't been mentioned in the museum and pulled them out so
they'd be exposed in a couple days.  Give the scientists something to do in
their spare time!
   We weren't familiar with downtown but we'd heard of a lot of the places.
Staples Center [indoor sports stadium, mainly basketball and hockey] was
closed.  Didn't stop us!  We looked over the ice-cleaning machines and
snuck into the locker rooms.  If we wished, we could even smell the
celebrity sweat!  (grin)
   All right then.  Back to home in less than the blink of an eye.  We
nudged our bodies awake and decided it was time for FOOD!
   We took another shower.  This time I got to spend a wonderful ten
minutes shampooing Val's hair.  I don't know what it is but I love doing
it.
   I got Mom's hair dryer out and dried our hair.  I stood behind Val and
we watched ourselves in the mirror while I blow-dried and brushed.  Such
lovely hair she has, a very light brown, almost blonde.  Her pubic patch
got its share of brushing and blowing until it was proud and fluffy.
   Out stomachs finally warned us they were getting *very* empty.  Our
folks had left plenty of food for us, so we found plenty.
   We stuffed ourselves.  Yeh, we remembered, good sex had always made us
hungry.  This time, we'd had *great* love-making and we were famished!  (at
least it felt that way).
   Okay.  Clean up, fire up the dishwasher and back to bed.  We snuggled
up, popped outside and let our bodies get some rest while we went
exploring.
   We bounced around downtown Burbank nosing into everything.  We checked
out the new cinema building on Palm and explored the projector rooms with
their big, fun machines.
   We spied on lots of people having dinner at Fudrucker's, the Greek place
and at several of the bars.  They were having fun but we were having more!
   The studios!  Warner Brothers had a lot of interesting places to stick
our spirit-noses into.  Back lots, storerooms with lots of props and
costumes (need a fake rosebush or an Orc's costume?), stages, editing
rooms, offices, all sorts of neat stuff.
   We did some more exploring at Harvard.  There's a few storerooms with
some really weird stuff; most of it for gym and band, but who would store a
deer's head plaque?  Oh, the mysteries of adults.
   The Counselors' offices were kind of fun.  Mrs.  Stroh had condoms
stashed in a cabinet -- maybe she gave them out!  We didn't bother looking
at student records though it was easy enough to get at them.
   Enough for now.  We blinked back home and nudged our bodies awake.  Val
told me, "I don't feel fully deflowered; I think we'll have to do it
several times before I'm satisfied." Very big grin.
   ------
   VALERIE (Monday 1/30)
   It had been the best defloration ever.  Now to hell with working the
memories.  We had enough past experience not to need them -- we just did
what we wanted and knew how to do it.  Of course, it helped that Pat had
invented the Kamasutra position I'd been enjoying for several hundred years
now.
   Scorecard?  Who needs one?  Anyway, we made long love for at least
another hour (long love is long, slow stroking).  My stomach muscles ended
up very tired from coming so much.  Even 100 sit-ups a day couldn't
completely condition my body for the kind of muscle contractions Pat put me
through.  Oh, well, guess we'll have to exercise them a *lot*!
   We let the bodies sleep again.  When we're outside, they *really* sleep,
there's no spirit to dream or toss and turn them.  Two hour's sleep is as
good as three or four "ordinary" hours.
   We went exploring in Griffith Park.  The Observatory is cool -- they've
got all sorts of neat exhibits; we got in for free and didn't have to fight
traffic or park a car!  We explored the "mountains" in the park; quite a
lot of the area isn't open to the public.  We petted some deer, chased a
few birds and spied on some lovers who'd snuck in before closing (they were
pretty good; definitely enthusiastic!).
   We blinked back home around 3:00 and nudged the bodies awake for a
swift, sexy screw.  Wonderful!  We left them to drip-dry and went out
exploring again.
   We spotted a few other spirits roaming around but didn't approach them.
We figured they could well be the Fearsome Five or some of their
acquaintances since they had a familiar _feel_ to them.
   We compared the Mt.  Washington Observatory to Griffith Park.  Mt. 
Washington is a more serious enterprise, since it didn't have to deal with
so much direct public.  Still, the viewing equipment was interesting and
enough different we spent a few hours checking it out.
   We blinked back home just as daylight was breaking.  Our bodies were
pretty well rested, so we nudged them awake.
   Pat found a nerve half-way down the inside of my thighs which made me
jump and squirt pussy juice when he pushed on them the right way.  He
pushed on both sides several times with his fingers and his tongue!
   Pat finally penetrated me with his condom-covered cock so slowly I came
around it five times before he bottomed out.  For a joyously-long time we
shared wonderful scorching climaxes which flooded our bodies and us with
glorious sensations!  Outside, we _shared_ our love, merging and winding
through and around each other, oblivious to the outside world.
   We rolled out of bed and wobbled to the bathroom.  I peed while Pat
started the shower then he got his turn.  We washed each other down gently
(sorry, shower-sex scene some other time), dried off and wobbled to the
kitchen.
   FOOD!  We ate three breakfasts apiece.  Pat cleaned up the dishes while
I went back to my apartment and got my school clothes on.  We staggered to
school; we were both a little bow-legged.
   Fortunately, we had four hours of class before lunch so we could rest
our bodies.  Hmm.  Lunch *hour.* Ten minutes to get home, undressed and in
bed.  Twenty minutes at the end to clean up (wash some of the sex-smell
off), get dressed, eat and get back to school.  According to my calculator,
it left us a plentiful thirty minutes to make love.  Yes!  Then we had the
whole evening, night, next day...  Wonderful!  Our folks weren't due back
for another three days!
   ------
   BOB (Monday 1/30)
   Late afternoon Monday, Kathleen, Evin, Siobhan and a slightly-bewildered
Sherry and I had a long conference.  When we got to the JRD office Kathleen
made Sherry and me give her $100 each.
   Evin told us, "Congratulations, Bob and Sherry.  Kathleen has just sold
you 100 shares each of her JRD stock and you are now each 10% owners."
   I asked him, "Great!  Why?  And why us?"
   Their concern was the long-range plans for JRD and how to develop it
further.  He told us, "To be blunt, the O'Banains are wonderful people,
excellent accountants, extremely loyal and honest and wonderful friends,
but they'd be the first to admit they just don't have the spark or drive
actually to help run this place."
   Siobhan told us, "Kathleen, your parents Jarlath and Ronnad had the
vision and drive to bring JRD where it is now.  Evin and I have
contributed, I would say, but it was *their* efforts and insights which
really made it happen."
   Evin said, "Kathleen is here by default, if nothing else.  However, just
what I've seen of her so far tells me she's got the ability to run this
joint ragged.  We want you two because you both have proven abilities in
the areas we need and because you already work very well with Kathleen.
   "Bob, you, George and Sherry were the Inner Circle along with
Natalie/Sunshine the last four months.  With a totally volunteer body of
students, you've made McCambridge a model of ethical behavior and
scholastic achievement in less than four years.
   "Now, you'll probably give me an, "Aw, shucks" and say it's everyone
else, but it was you, Sherry and George who did it.  If it weren't for you,
there would be no Brain Trust and McCambridge would be just another
California high school.
   "I've had a couple long chats with Rose Baer, and she agrees with me
completely.  While she didn't tell me much of what you guys actually did,
she told me a lot of what you got done.  JRD both needs and wants all three
of you.  Siobhan and I can't handle it, and we really don't trust anyone
else right now."
   Evin gave us a half-hour rundown on JRD, how it worked and its
sub-companies.  It controlled twenty-eight companies varying in size from
ten people to thousands, both public and fully-owned private.  They
supplied a broad spectrum of products and services from housecleaning to
major electronics manufacturing.
   Finally, he asked, "All right then.  This is for all three of you.  Are
you in?"
   Kat, Sherry and I discussed it for a while.
   I told them, "This sounds pretty much like a career, a life-time
commitment."
   Kathleen told us, "Could very well be.  Or, we could just sit back, do
nothing or very little and let Evin and Siobhan do their best while we rake
in some profits."
   Sherry said, "And why should *I* be part of this."
   I told her, "You should be, Sherry; you fit perfectly.  You're a smart,
tough broad who doesn't take shit from anyone.  You can make a decision and
live with it, and every decision I've seen you make has turned out very
correct in the long run.  Besides, what else do you want to do?"
   "Go to college, that kind of stuff."
   Kathleen asked her, "And get a J O B?  Bob's probably given you the same
lecture I've gotten about J O Bs.  Here, you don't need a paper degree;
you're one of the owners.  If you want a degree, there'll be plenty of
money."
   I added, "And no glass ceiling."
   Kathleen told us, "Bob, one thing you've mentioned before is any work or
career which relies on physical abilities or physical skill is
self-limiting.  With this, it doesn't matter if you're 90 years old, it's
your mental abilities which count."
   We told Evin and Siobhan, "We're in.  For a lifetime?  Don't know about
that but we'll give it our best shot."
   Sherry told Evin, "I think the first thing we need to do is look at the
company books.  *All* the companies, not just JRD's.  Balance sheets,
quarterly reports, the works."
   Kathleen added, "And have someone else look at them too.  All of us need
to become very familiar with what's going on.  Can we get it from Aaron and
Barbara?"
   Evin told us, "No problem.  We routinely have a set on our computer. 
We'll set up inquiry accounts on our system here along with VPN access."
   I requested, "I'd like to have the Fearsome Five and Leone Zadok look at
them, too.  They've got a very nice ability to work together, look at
something and come up with the whys and wherefores on a lot of stuff. 
Leone grew up in her father's business and knows twists and turns you
wouldn't believe."
   Evin told us, "No problem.  We just need a non-disclosure agreement
signed by each; standard JRD form."
   Sherry asked, "I assume we can pick Aaron and Barbara's brains as we
need?"
   Siobhan said, "Yep.  They're most impressed with what little they've
seen of you folk and are very knowledgeable themselves."
   I asked, "I assume we can get the accounts and VPNs set up by tomorrow
evening?"
   Evin told us, "Probably tomorrow morning.  Our IT guy will take maybe
ten minutes to set everything up.  How about I give you a "shout" as soon
as things are ready."
   Kathleen suggested, "Let's do a quick mental-meet on Friday and see how
we're doing."
   Sherry and I agreed, "Yes, Boss, Ms.  Majority Owner!"
   Evin's final shot was, "Ensure your passports are current or get one in
your own name.  I have a feeling we'll be going places."
   ------
   VALERIE (Tuesday 1/31)
   Tuesday afternoon, we ran into the Fearsome Five as we were coming home
from school so we gathered in Janet's place for a little chit-chat.
   We admitted we only had four condoms left; we'd managed to get in a
couple (quite a few) quickies the last few days.  It's a bit harder (no pun
intended) when our folks are around and we'd been pretty sore for a few
days so we'd slowed down some.
   They laughed for quite a while.  Steve told us, "We know *exactly* what
you mean.  We went pretty wild for quite a while.  Now, we've settled down
to just wild.  Anyway, I'll get some more for you."
   As Pat and I were walking back to my place, he told me, "Janet and
Bellana *really* admire your breasts, almost as much as I do."
   I told him, "That may be, but for the time being, *we* are the only ones
who gets their mouth or hands on them!"
   Later, Steven knocked at my door and handed me a small bag with two
twelve-packs.  "Hopefully that'll last you until the weekend." Leer.
   I told him, "We'll have to ration ourselves." Bigger leer.
   ------
   SIOBHAN (Tuesday 1/31)
   Tuesday morning, I called Madeleine.  She's got a sales job and happens
to have Tuesdays off, so I invited myself over for lunch.
   She makes decent money at sales; enough to keep an okay apartment, cover
Dermot's day care, have no debts and still stash a little away.  Not too
shabby for a young widow.
   I got there and Dermot came running up.  "Siobhan!  Hi!" Dayum, he can
say my name now!  I _inspected_ him and found him all happy to see me,
happy about his mom and happy to be _talking_!
   _"Hey, there Dermot!  I see you've been remembering some things,
right?"_
   He picked right up, _"Oh yes, Aintin Siobhan.  Mom and I started this
several days ago.  It's so much fun!  I can tell her things I can't say yet
and understand what she's saying!"_
   I hugged and kissed him.  _"You're my favorite nephew!"_
   _"I'm your *only* nephew so I'd *better* be your favorite.  Mom's inside
waiting for us.  She's wondering what's been happening between us the last
several days.  I'm so glad you can talk like this; she's thinking she's
gone a little wacko."_
   He proudly escorted me in.  Mad was looking good but had a few worry
lines on her forehead.  I decided to dive right in.
   _"Hi, Mad.  You worried the guys haven't been hitting on you enough
lately?"_
   Her eyes got big really fast.  _"Shit, Shi,"_ she told me, _"I've been
thinking I'm going off the deep end.  Dermot and I seem to be talking these
last several days -- without saying anything.  Now you pop up doing the
same thing.  What the *fuck* is going on?"_
   _"You're *remembering*, Mad.  You're remembering abilities we had ages
ago but most of us had forgotten about.  Don't worry about the deep end;
you've got plenty of company and it's a lot deeper than you thought."_
   We settled in for a good chat.  Dermot's body was four but he was a
*lot* older than that (and knew it now), so I treated him as an adult.  I
always had before and he appreciated that.
   We talked about spirits, bodies, _talking_ with someone, the whole
Megillah; basically everything Evin had told us and that I'd picked up from
the Inner Circle.
   I helped them get outside and they loved it!  We roamed around Pasadena
for a few minutes; we worked on Reference Points, and they were as happy as
Irishmen with free whiskey!
   I told them, "We all need to get together more often now.  JRD is gonna
go out the top even with Jarlath and Ronnad gone.  You remember Kathleen,
right?"
   Dermot piped up, _"Oh yes!  The gorgeous Gingernut who's no where near a
full shilling; she'd be a fine bit of stuff if she were brighter.  She was
in a coma or something for a long time wasn't she?"_ (It was easier for him
to _talk_ sometimes than talk.)
   "You got it.  Anyway, she came out of it a couple weeks ago.  Now c'mere
till I tell ye another strange story."
   I told them about switching bodies, of Natalie and the Sorcerer, of
Sunshine and the Sorcerer, of the earthquake, George and Natalie, of
Sunshine and Kathleen.  They weren't buying it completely but understood
the idea.
   I explained about her selling shares to Bob and Sherry and the plans we
all had for JRD.  Of course they were interested.  A new Kathleen along
with apparently wonderful, amazing friends was quite an intriguing idea.
   Mad asked, "And Evin buys this?" She'd admired Evin for a long time and
trusted him totally.
   "Completely and totally.  These guys are totally amazing.  They're
eighteen and the rest of their gang are younger, but just like Dermot here,
they're tremendously older and mature.  You gotta meet them.
   "Now let's all get together weekend after this or something.  I know
Riona and Alyssa will be glad to see both of you."
   Dermot said, _"And Evin will be glad to see Mom.  I think he's got a yen
for her 'cause he always watches her boobs and butt so close."_
   Mad blushed while I laughed.  "You're right, Dermot.  He's got a roving
eye right on you, Mad!  With good reason; I remember what good times you
and I had together and how beautiful and sensual you are."
   Dermot added, _"I think both of you are beautiful.  Of all the women I
remember, you two are the most alive and the most wonderful.  Too bad I've
got another eight to ten years to go before I can start courting either of
you."_
   "Dermot," I told him, "with your blarney, you'll fit right in with the
gang.  But watch out for the girls, they'll eat you up in a minute.  That
includes Riona and Alyssa.
   "Now let's not be strangers.  We're barely a half-hour apart so we can
get together easily.  Now that you're _talking_ and outside, there's a lot
more freedom.  Who knows, maybe there's a place you'll love at JRD."
   Chapter 13
   PATRICK (Wednesday 2/1)
   Early Wednesday evening, Louise Adams pulled all four of our parents
into her place for a little "chat." Being the nosy little brats we were,
Val and I eavesdropped without shame.
   Louise was really good!  Without actually saying Val and I were having
sex, she managed to get across her heavy recommendation we should get blood
tests and some heavy-duty birth control.
   She told them, "Condoms have their problems; they can break and you can
leave them at home.  Now, I'm not even hinting Val could be in any danger,
but it's a wild world out here.
   "There's been enough rapes and coerced sex that I got Janet on the pill,
*and* she's wearing a diaphragm.  They're a lot harder to leave at home;
I've never heard of any rapist being concerned about their victims having
any birth control."
   She sweet-talked them into agreeing we get exactly what she recommended!
Just enough concern for our safety with no concern at all about us doing
the deed or were about to.
   ------
   VALERIE (Thursday 2/2)
   Thursday, our folks took us to the clinic and got Pat and me blood
tests. When we discussed my birth control with the doctor, she recommended
an IUD (intrauterine device) over a diaphragm for the time being.
   She told us, "Val's still growing rapidly.  A diaphragm is custom-fit
and at the rate she's growing, it won't fit properly in a month.  An IUD
will be effective for a lot longer."
   Yep.  Mom got me an IUD.  On the way home she told me, "I know you and
Pat have strong feelings for each other.  While I don't necessarily
*expect* you two to get together, I really don't have much doubt you
won't."
   Pretty smart for a parent, eh?
   We weren't able to do a field test that night but we did our usual
exploring outside.  When we got back to our bodies, I had an idea.
   _"Pat, what would happen if you took my body and I took yours?"_
   _"I donno.  Let's think a little."_
   We looked through our memories.  We had tons of dim memories of being
outside between body lives.  We couldn't get a clear recollection of being
outside in the condition we were in now, nor of any body switching.
   I told him, _"I guess the worst that would happen is you'd be stuck
being a gur-il and I'd be stuck being a boy-oy.  I've been female something
like 95% of the time, but being male wasn't totally awful."_
   _"Yeh, I'm about the same ratio being male.  Is it a preference or is it
a characteristic of a spirit?  Something to ask the Fearsome Five some time
-- that's assuming they have the same type of memories we do."_
   _"I don't have any real indication whether they do or don't.  Doesn't
matter right now; should we try ourselves?"_
   _"Yep."_
   So I gingerly went into Pat's body and settled in.  Actually, there
wasn't any problem; it was just like riding someone else's bicycle.  The
controls were in slightly different locations but there were still
"pedals," "handle bars," etc.
   Pat did the same with mine and had the same results.  We managed to sit
up and then slowly stood up.  Neat!  We were both the same height, but
Pat's body had different leverages on the muscles, a different balance (no
tits?) and his legs and hips were at different angles.
   He was hard and strong all over.  My female body was strong because of
genetics and exercising but not as strong as his.  Even as skinny as my
body was, I had more body fat underneath the skin.
   Pat told me, _"That's one thing which makes your body so lovely.  Even
though neither of us is settled out from puberty, you're padded differently
-- and it's delightful to feel and see."_
   We could walk around, talk, pee, all that stuff.  After a few minutes of
adjustment, we didn't have any more attention on the body we were "wearing"
then when we were "wearing" our own.
   We switched back and it took only a second to settle back in again to
our own bodies.  We practiced switching and moving and doing stuff like
walking, picking up stuff and after a few minutes, found we could switch in
less than a tenth of a second, no matter what we were doing.
   Hmm.  Through the wall, I tapped out to Pat, "Wanna 'get down'?"
   _"YES!"_
   We started in our own bodies.  After we got things going warmly, we
switched.  Really neat!  Pat's dick was hot, soft and hard both at the same
time.  Different sensations, even when we'd _shared_ them before.
   We kept switching back and forth, faster and faster, until we were
switching several times a second.  Best of both worlds!  My body had a
great hot orgasm and Pat's body pumped six times into his tissue.  Wow! 
This was *really* going to be in our erotic repertoire!
   Over the next several days, Pat and I _heard_ all our folks _talking_
among themselves.  Great!  Pat and I kept up our somewhat-innocent personae
(we let them know we'd be field-testing the IUD) and hopefully they hadn't
a clue we were outside also.  That time will come.
   The IUD worked great!  We field-tested it one afternoon for several
hours; the sensations were a lot clearer than with a condom, and we didn't
have to worry about Pat dripping into my pussy.  GREAT!
   ------
   SHERRY (Friday 2/3)
   I was almost too tired to screw.  Between school, homework, Inner Circle
meetings and studying the JRD books with the Fearsome Five and Leone, I was
down to an occasional quickie now and then; once with Don and Ana, once
with Bob and Kat and a couple of times with my hands.  Bob and Kat were
still doing reno gigs but had turned a lot of the business over to Papa
Sonora and his crew.
   Henry, Leone and Lucia had noticed some oddities in one company.  We
wanted to go over them with the JRD owners and the O'Banains, so we decided
on a physical meet of the Owners, Aaron and Barbara at the JRD offices
around 4:00.
   I set up my laptop and projector, hooked up to the JRD network and we
went to work.  Bob started us out.
   Bob told them, "Well, they dove in, studied the crap out of the last
five years of reports, bothered Aaron and Barbara constantly and came up
with some graphs.  Let's see what they show."
   I punched up our first graph, JRD income over the past five years.  It
showed a fairly steady rise over the first four then it dropped last year.
   The next graph was the income from each of the sub-companies and how
much it contributed to JRD's income.  The first four years, Vail
Electronics showed 50% contribution then last year, only 30%.
   Bob said, "Henry, Lucia and Leone thought it was a little strange, so
they dug out all the reports they could find on Vail.  Here's what they
found."
   The next graph showed several statistics from Vail Electronics over the
last five years.  Gross profit was down dramatically last year, while the
single other statistic which showed an undesirable change was Percent
Scrap/Rejects.  It had gone from 1% to 30%.
   Bob told them, "Henry's question was, why?  It took him, Leone and Lucia
three hours of digging just to come up with those numbers and it's the only
oddity we could see.  Does anyone know what changed last year?  New
equipment?  Process changes?  New products?"
   Aaron and Barbara dug through some other reports and notes they had. 
Aaron told us, "No new production equipment or processes.  A few new
products but none ground-breaking."
   Kathleen asked, "What do they actually make?"
   Barbara told us, "Electronic guidance and control components for
military and commercial aerospace.  Plus a lot of components for airport
flight control systems."
   Bob was next, "Okay.  Suppose I had some airplane, missile, ship or
something which needed a state-of-the art guidance system.  How much of
that could Vail supply?"
   Barbara dug some more.  "Probably about 80% of the actual smart
components.  The rest of the installation is standard off-the-shelf
hardware or software like mounting racks, consoles, monitors, stuff like
that.  If you want the actual radar antennas or sonar transponders, it's a
different story."
   I told them, "Bellana would like to know what happens to the
scrap/reject stuff."
   Evin said, "In a manufacturing environment, it usually gets reworked,
cannibalized or plain junked/destroyed."
   I dug out another graph.  It showed the rework figures to be pretty
steady the whole time frame, about 3%.
   Siobhan mentioned, "By the way, I noticed on last year's calendar the
Donovans were scheduled for a plant visit the second week in December.  The
accident was on November 27, so obviously the visit never came off."
   Evin asked her, "Being the suspicious lawyer, have we ever done a plant
visit to Vail?"
   Siobhan did a search on the calendar.  "We sent a contract engineer up
for some equipment troubleshooting three years ago.  Other than that,
nothing."
   Bob asked, "Okay.  How many oversight visits did JRD do last year?"
   Aaron told us, "Five.  One every couple of months."
   Bob said, "All right.  Now something none of us know we're aware of --
tell us about the accident in November, Evin."
   Evin told us, "Jarlath, Ronnad and Kathleen were in their car coming
home from a party and were hit by a garbage truck."
   I asked, "What was the actual cause of death?"
   Evin said grimly, "They bled out -- they bled to death."
   Kathleen asked, "So how did Kathleen survive?"
   Siobhan told us, "The truck hit their car directly on the passenger
side. Their car was crushed from the passenger door forward.  Apparently
Kathleen was lying in the back seat and was just tossed on the floor."
   Bob asked, "Okay.  Now why did they bleed to death?  Wasn't there enough
other traumas?"
   Evin told us, "Being a suspicious lawyer, I asked that, too.  The
autopsies showed broken bones and other non-lethal trauma, but they were
showered with broken glass."
   I wasn't convinced.  "Huh?  It's my understanding most cars have
tempered glass so when it breaks, it's in very small pieces.  To me, that
might give lots of small cuts but hardly enough to cause so much bleeding."
   Evin said, "Both Jarlath and Ronnad had large glass fragments in their
throats.  It cut their jugulars, and it's what caused the major bleeding."
   Bob said, "Yet Kathleen came through with very little damage.  A broken
ankle and a slight concussion.  I could see where she wouldn't necessarily
be hit with much glass, being in the back but Jarlath and Ronnad in the
front...  What about the truck driver?"
   Evin replied, "Nothing.  No driver.  It was stolen from the city yards;
the police think it was joyriders."
   "Fingerprints?"
   "None.  The steering wheel and all the controls had been wiped down. 
All the DNA they could find was from city employees and all of them had
iron-clad alibis."
   Bob thought a while.  "Evin, you and Siobhan know last December the
Brain Trust went on a campaign to bring some criminals to justice.  Without
going into it much, one thing we did find out was when we got even remotely
suspicious of something, we pulled the string and usually found a big
Sherman Tank on the end, not just a piece of bubble gum and a quarter.
   "I may be wrong but something stinks here.  We have a profitable company
which suddenly had a single sub-statistic go bad for no obvious reason,
apparently causing its profits to drop significantly, the Donovans
scheduled for a visit in a week or so, and what seems to me to be very
suspicious accidental deaths."
   I asked, "Another question.  How big are the components for say, a small
military flight controller setup for an airfield?"
   Aaron told us, "Not very big; one could fit everything in a four-foot
cube.  The actual setup of course is a lot larger but all the other stuff
is the cases, consoles, racks and stuff; the radar itself could be a
standard component from ITT Gilfillan in Van Nuys."
   "And what's the retail value of the cube?"
   "Around $300,000."
   Kathleen asked, "How many of these would Vail normally produce in a
year?"
   Barbara said, "Hmm.  About 300."
   Bob put numbers up on the whiteboard.  "Not to strain my brain but if
the scrap went from 1% to 30%, it would be about 100 cubes with a retail
value of 300,000 times 100.  That's 30 million dollars retail value."
   He circled the 30 million and continued, "If it were sold black-market
to foreign countries, it would probably be double."
   He wrote 60 million on the whiteboard in bright red.  He asked, "Do you
think 60 million dollars might be sufficient motive to commit cold-blooded
murder?"
   The term "deafening silence" applied for several minutes.
   Evin must have been in the military, because he could swear at least as
well as Don.  Siobhan wasn't far behind and she cursed in Gaelic, too.
   Bob said, "I think the Inner Circle is going to do a probe run tomorrow
to Vail Electronics in Redmond, Washington.  We'll let you know what we
find, good or bad."
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Saturday 2/4)
   The gang got together (mentally) Saturday morning.  Ana had pinpointed
Vail's offices and plants, so we knew where we were going.  We put the
adults on probe detail this time along with Janet for spotting; the rest of
us did remote logins on several of Vail's quiet back-office systems for
transcribing.  We didn't activate ramonetheeye but were ready to do so if
we needed it.
   We started high and went low.  The CEO [Chief Executive Officer] was
totally dirty!  We combed the physical plant and the rest of the people. 
You already know how we work probe runs, so I won't go into it.  Suffice it
to say it wasn't sick-making like Unpleasantville, but we got a *lot* of
dirt.  At least none of us threw up this time.
   We had a report ready for JRD about 7:00 in the evening.  The JRD Owners
did a mental-meet along with the O'Banains.
   Bob told us: _"Okay, I've got bad news and good news.  The good news is
the vast majority of the people at Vail are clean.  The bad news is the
CEO, CIO_ [Chief Information Officer -- the one in charge of the computer
systems], _CFO_ [Chief Financial Officer -- lead accountant], _several
Quality Control and several Operations_ [manufacturing] _and Shipping
people are heavily involved._
   _"What it comes down to is this: These people are 'rejecting' good
components during QC inspection then selling them on the black market --
for about 75 million dollars last year.  When the CFO learned Jarlath and
Ronnad were coming for a plant visit in December, they panicked._
   _"Jarlath and Ronnad were murdered.  We know exactly who and how; he was
paid $25,000 to do it.  Jarlath and Ronnad were both alive and aware after
the impact, but the guy reached in and cut their throats with glass._
   _"He didn't see Kathleen because she'd been lying on the back seat and
was on the floor behind the front seats when he came up.  Otherwise, she
would have been murdered, too."_
   Both the Donovans and the O'Banains _felt_ really grim.  No wonder. 
Jarlath had been Evin's brother and the rest of them had worked with the
two of them for fifteen years.
   Evin: _"Okay, now we know.  What actual physical proof do we have that
has a chance to stand up in court?"_
Me: _"Very little, I'm afraid.  There's money hidden away in accounts
and some circumstantial evidence.  You can look over what we've got, but my
opinion is the best we could hope for is an IRS tax evasion
investigation."_
Sherry: _"We could do a search and destroy mission; we're capable of it.
However, even at our worst before, we didn't kill anyone.  Only one of us
has killed, and it was to terminate an agonizing situation, not for
vengeance, revenge or any type of justice."_
Siobhan: _"Any indication they'll come after Kathleen or any of the rest
of us?"_
Bob: _"Not now.  They're aware Kathleen survived but figure if their
killer didn't see her, she didn't see him.  They keep their eyes open but
don't consider her or anyone else here a threat right now.  Remember,
Kathleen airhead has quite a reputation._
_"So, any questions, ideas, recommendations?  Where do we go from
here?"_
   We talked, clarified some information and looked at a lot of the data
again.
   Sherry: _"The best way I see to do anything is to have the authorities
catch them in the act.  Ninety percent of their black-market sales are to
countries on the forbidden-technology-export list and at least half the
components are legally not for export."_
Evin: _"I'll take a quick look at it.  It'll probably be the FBI's
jurisdiction but that isn't immediately vital.  We need a plan which not
only brings them to justice but also exposes the murder and recovers the
money._
_"It's not that I'm particularly greedy but the money is Vail
Electronics' and of course some of it as profit is ours.  A full FBI
investigation would probably lead to recovery._
   _"We need to do a couple things.  First, plan how to catch them in
flagrante delicto, not only the Vail people but the foreigner buyers._
   _"Next, we should find a weak link who knows enough about the entire
scheme.  We put pressure on him somehow and make him turn State's
Evidence."_
   Bob: _"Okay.  Let's think about all of this and meet again tomorrow
about this same time.  One other thing; the moment we start stirring things
up, everyone here *and* their families will be at risk of physical
violence. These guys didn't hesitate to contract a hit on the Donovans, and
it bought them a lot of time._
_"We need to get all of you and your families up to speed on the best
mental technology we have so you aren't sitting ducks.  I'm sure the Inner
Circle gang can set up a 24/7 security surveillance on all of us and give
us plenty of warning.  With even a minute's warning, we can be totally
effective in counter-acting pretty much any man-made threat._
   _"So, the Donovans and the O'Banains need to bring their daughters and
sons here tomorrow.  If there's no objections, they should be fully
informed of what's going on so they can be effective on their own. 
Agreed?"_
   Agreed.  Bob and I both had _felt_ a small mental "itch" during most of
the meeting.  Were we already too late?
   ------
   PATRICK (Saturday 2/4)
   About 11:00 Saturday morning, we _felt_ a lot of tension; there was
something going on somewhere.  We _peeked_ at Janet's place; Janet, Henry
and Steven were outside somewhere, because their bodies were sprawled out
on their beds.
   At Henry's place, Blake and Louise were outside too, leaving their
bodies in Blake's bed.  There was definitely something going on, since we'd
observed they weren't usually completely outside during the day and to have
*all* of them outside...
   Well, a mystery demands investigation.  I'm not sure *how* we did it,
but we spread ourselves out until we found one of them.  Yow!  Up in
Washington?  Redmond?
Val: _"Maybe they're debugging Microsoft." Grin._
Me: _"Fat chance!  Remember, their software doesn't have bugs, it only
has features.  Anyway, let's see *what* they're doing."_
Val: _"They've got firewalls like we do.  Looks like they've got a
special kind of VPN going into some 'normal' people; it's really thin."_
Me: _"Hmm.  A probe of some sort?  Covert investigation?  Let's see who
else is around."_
We nosed around lightly, with the faintest volume we could.  Neat! 
There were a lot of others there with firewalls, all doing pretty much the
same thing.  Wow!  One was Bob Reynolds!
   Bob was a living legend at school.  He and another guy had done a lot of
tutoring at Harvard MS; now he headed up the Brain Trust at McCambridge
High and was the main one responsible for its academic reputation.  If *he*
was involved in this, it was something hot!
   We blinked back home and considered things for a while.
   I said, "Val, being the nosy little brat I am, I'm curious as hell about
what they're doing.  Not *what* so much but *why."*
   Val told me, "You're not *little,* Pat.  I'm even more curious."
   "Probably because you're a gur-il, sweetheart." Grin.
   "Yeh, right."
   They were using firewalls and VPNs exactly like the Wild Bunch had
taught us.  We knew the combination prevented us from leaking out.  Now,
how effective were they really at keeping someone out?  If we just stuck
something into a firewall, we got all sorts of alarms going off.  So the
question became how do we probe the probers without them knowing it so we
could be *really* sneaky.
   We had each other to work on.  Don't ask me how we did it, I'm not sure
exactly, but it was kinda like a sideways _look_, sorta like seeing
something out the corner of your eye.  With the proper attention/intention,
we found we could actually be inside the firewall without going through it.
Neat!  We guessed if we did it at the same time to one spirit at a very low
intensity and mixed our results together, it would be so undetectable as to
be unnoticeable.
   Now, how about the VPNs?  Well, they were encrypted and of themselves
weren't too noticeable.  Okay, we developed a similar way of looking, and
found we could _see_ a VPN as easily as we could see there was a planet
close by.
   Now how do we get inside one?  That was a little more interesting. 
Turns out, the mental data/thoughts passing through seemed to "radiate"
just a little bit, like electrical current passing through a wire radiates
a magnetic field.  I knew several voltage and current instruments were able
to measure through electrical insulation, so we decided to try it.
   Yep, works fairly well.  By _clamping_ around the VPN channel lightly,
we could decode some of what was going on inside.  Problem was, there were
lots of gaps, kinda like static.
   Hmm.  Well, there were two of us, so we each put a _clamp_ at different
places and mixed the two "outputs" together.  Yeah!  We got a reasonably
clear result between us.  We decided to try using several _clamps_ at the
same time and mixing them all together.
   Yep, it worked!  If we put four _clamps_ on, we got about 95% of the
signal.  Now we were cooking!
   If we could tap theirs, so could someone else tap ours.  We found out,
though, by changing the encryption on the VPN tunnel several hundred
thousand times a second, the radiation from the internal "signal" became
random -- at least *we* couldn't figure out anything from it.  Then by
changing the way the VPN was "constructed," we made it more internally
reflective so it wouldn't radiate so much.
   We played around with our firewalls and other ways of "protection" and
were able to come up with a way of decreasing our own probes' efficiencies
up to around 95%.
   It meant only about 5% was "probe-able." All right!  Party on!  We
guessed there, too and decided if we probed together with slight variations
in "wavelength" and mixed the signals, we'd get pretty clear results.
   This had taken us several hours to come up with, so by then it was late
afternoon.  No sweat, the party in Redmond was still going strong.
   Since we knew the Wild Bunch well, we tackled Janet.  We _clamped_ onto
a couple of her VPNs and found she was sending data to Louise, who was
building a dossier on the person Janet was probing.  All sorts of stuff
like shipment schedules, contacts, dates and places.  Okay, now what?
   We slipped an "underneath probe," I guess you'd call it, below her
firewall and found out they were investigating a company in Redmond called
Vail Electronics.  They suspected just about anyone and everyone there of
defrauding the company out of millions of dollars!  Not lunch money, for
sure!
   We kept our probes and taps really light and I don't think Janet noticed
anything even though we were with her for several more hours.  Now the
question was whether or not we had the guts to tackle Bob Reynolds.
   In the end, Val said it the right way, _"What are they going to do to us
if they find out, take away our birthdays?"_
   All righty then!  We probed Bob and his lady friend *very* cautiously
and _listened_ while they explained their findings to another set of
spirits.  Yes!  Conspiracies and murder!  This was better than *any*
thriller movie!
   We _felt_ the Donovans' and O'Banains' grief and anger.  This was real,
not just a movie.  None-the-less, we were hooked.
   Chapter 14
   SHERRY (Sunday 2/5)
   We got the Donovans and O'Banains trained up and proficient in using
firewalls, VPNs, probes and remote transcriptions with ramontheeye.  With a
little practice, they'd be fine.  Siobhan told us she'd get her sister and
nephew trained up that evening.
   Bob told them, _"Start using these now until they're second nature. 
Probe *everyone* around you.  By lunch tomorrow we're all in danger. 
Remember, the price of freedom is constant vigilance and constant
willingness to fight back._
   _"So, guys, anyone come up with any ideas on how to get this thing
rolling?"_
   Me: _"Tipping off the FBI is straightforward.  Ramontheeye sends a
standard tip including dossiers and schedules.  They make two deliveries a
week and we've got their schedule for the next two months.  We can let them
set up the intercept and capture; of course ramontheeye will help out._
_"Now, we're going to be in physical danger no matter what, so I propose
sending someone on the interrupted plant inspection.  They may go bonkers
and try something._
   _"One thing we found is their security system is state-of-the-art
digital video and audio.  We'll need to ensure everything is captured so we
have a complete chain of evidence._
   _"The question is who do we send?"_
Kathleen: _"Pretty obvious.  Bob and I go."_
Evin: _"Why is it obvious?"_
Kathleen: _"They 'know' Kathleen is dumb as a brick, and we pass Bob off
as a future summer intern, a classmate.  They won't perceive us as an
immediate threat until we've made our moves."_
Siobhan: _"Shit, I don't want to send you, Kat.  We've just gotten used
to Kathleen Sunshine, and I, for one, don't want to lose you."_
Bob: _"I'll have to agree with Kathleen.  We're the perfect ones.  If we
sent Evin, Aaron or either of you two ladies, they'll be extremely
suspicious immediately.  You're adults and are too smart, observant and
well-known for them to relax around.  With Kat and me, they'll 'tolerate'
us, give us a dog-and-pony show and probably won't realize anything until
it's too late._
_"If we send a consultant or anyone with any experience, they'll still
be suspicious.  Remember, just knowing J and R were coming made them
panic."_
   Bob and Kathleen got grudging agreement from the rest of us.  I tried to
cheer everyone up a little.  _"They'll have the Inner Circle probe gang
hovering like mother hens 24/7.  About the only thing which could happen is
a bomb to take out the whole building, but I doubt it's going to happen."_
   Bob: _"Aaron, if I'm not mistaken, you've talked with the CFO before,
right?"_
Aaron: _"Yes, a couple times over the last year.  Routine stuff."_
Bob: _"Good.  How about you call him first thing tomorrow and let him
know you're sending us up Friday morning for the weekend.  Friday's a
school admin day, so only Don has to go in.  Remember Bob the Plumber?"_
   Aaron and Barbara laughed.  They remembered all right!
   Bob: _"That's our angle; we're Trojan Horses.  Use your judgment; one
way of putting it is you just want to get Kathleen out of your hair for a
little bit, and you're sending me along to watch out for her.  She and I
would be school friends with no personal or emotional involvement._
_"Have them set up room reservations and a car.  We'll give them as much
rope as possible so they drop really far before it snaps their necks."_
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Monday 2/6)
   Aaron made his call to Vail's CFO.  He was perfect!  Just the right
blend of business and "getting Kathleen away for a while." A few subtle
reminders of Kathleen's personality were in order too.  He tossed off Bob
as a class-mate and to-be summer intern interested in business, sent to
make sure Kathleen didn't get lost.
   Ramontheeye sent an inquiry email to the appropriate FBI agent, Susan
Hennesy, asking if she were interested in international black-market sales
of restricted electronics.  Her reply, "You bet I am!"
   Ramon sent off a load of emails to her.  First was an entire list of the
components sold so far, when and to whom.  It got immediate FBI interest,
and Susan was put in charge of an investigative task force.
   Other data sent were the personal dossiers on the involved parties, not
only from Vail Electronics but also on the foreign agents.  These contained
the location of their stashes, the amounts, account numbers, the whole
thing.
   Ramon sent her the projected sales schedule and hinted there might be a
major player interested in turning State's Evidence pretty soon.  The
wheels were in motion.  Susan estimated that by the weekend, they'd have
several agents in Redmond digging around.
   ------
   BOB (Friday 2/10)
   Kat and I got in *lots* of loving the last couple nights.  We'd probably
have to be "dry" for the weekend; we were both hoping we'd survive without
it.  Grin.  Similar to Unpleasantville, we were going into the unknown,
only this time we (and the gang) were physically at risk.
   We put on our personae the moment we left for the airport.  We flew from
Burbank (Bob Hope Airport) to Seattle (King County Airport) in First Class.
Not too shabby, we could get used to it.  There was a *lot* more room than
in coach.
   Kat's airhead persona was perfect for her.  She wore a nicely-tailored
business suit which by the end of the flight had a nice soda spill on the
blouse, and everything was a little bit wrinkled.  She collected a couple
nice scuff marks on her two-inch heels and her hair was a bit jumbled.
   Her makeup was smeared a bit, her skirt was slightly askew, and she
managed to stagger every once in a while on her high heels; she was
obviously a dumb klutz who'd started out all dressed up and had managed to
screw it up.
   Me, I found an old suit of Bill's which was a bit too big for me.  Shiny
shoes, tie, all that, but still the persona was an eager high-schooler
trying to make an impression.
   When we got off at King County, there was a guy waiting with a "DONOVAN"
sign; he was our chauffeur.  We acted properly impressed with the service
as he collected our baggage tickets and escorted us to the small limousine
outside.
   Louise was our liaison to the probe patrol.  _"Two audio bugs in the
limo.  The driver has instructions to keep his eyes and ears open; he's
clean beyond that."_
   Kathleen chattered away as she marveled at the skyline (Los Angeles
doesn't have much skyline at all) and tried all the buttons she could find.
   After the third time she opened and closed the moon roof, the driver
managed to see me roll my eyes and shake my head with my best "what a
bimbo" expression.  Louise reported, _"He thinks she's a bimbo, too, so
you're not alone." Grin._
   After a few minutes on the freeway, Kat said loudly, "Shit, my tits are
pinched." While the driver kept glancing in the mirror at her, she shoved
her hands inside her blouse and did major boob adjustments.
   I asked her, _"Need some help, pretty lady?" Lecherous leer._
   _Sniff.  "Pervert!"_
   Louise told us, _"The driver's keeping a close eye on her chest, hoping
she'll leave a button or so open.  Clean guy-lust, not like *your*
perverted mind, Bob."_
   While I had my head turned away, Kat put her hand up her skirt and
scratched her crotch thoroughly.  The driver got a short look at her legs
and a quick panty-flash.
   Kat discovered the limo's bar and dragged out a little bottle of Scotch.
"Look, Bob!  They've got juice for us."
   We had a little tussle over the bottle, and I reminded her several times
we're under the drinking age.  That got a five-minute pout session before
she went on to some other inane chatter.
   The driver caught my eye and we commiserated with each other over being
stuck with a beautiful, dumb broad.  She was perfect!
   He took us to Vail Electronics where the CFO, Ralph Long, was waiting
for us.  He was one of the major dirty players; he was about 32, tall,
good-looking, single and considered himself to be the ultimate ladies' man.
   We had his dossier but Louise reported on his personal habits.  _"He's a
4-F guy.  Find 'em, Feel 'em, Fuck 'em, Forget 'em.  He's probably our weak
link."_
   We had a little talk.  He got a phone call while we were chatting; it
was the driver's report.  Basically, we were Bimbo and the Buffoon; just
what we were hoping for.
   I told Ralph, "Mr.  Donovan asked we do a tour of the shop floor and to
take a look at the Fixed Assets area.  Could we start tomorrow morning?"
[Fixed Assets: Equipment not for resale which gets depreciated over time as
opposed to an expense, like utilities or raw materials.]
   He was agreeable.  He said he'd have someone meet us and show us around.
Louise reported, _"He's having *very* lecherous thoughts about Kat's
boobs."_
   Keeping it in mind, Kathleen gave him a several-second shot at her
cleavage as she was adjusting her shoes, plus a good look at her butt as
she dropped her purse.  The bait was out.
   The probe gang did another check on plant security.  The guards and
surveillance people were all outside contractors (one of JRD's companies)
and were clean.  The cameras were up, operating and recording just fine. 
We'd already ensured the security chief was on duty tomorrow morning.
   Ralph took us out to our company car and gave us directions to our
hotel. Louise reported, _"Two audio bugs and a GPS transponder, guys."_
   On the way to the hotel, Kat gave a good impression of a
terribly-annoying back-seat driver along with a whole lot of inane chatter.
She gushed a little over Ralph.
   "He's kinda cute!  I hope he likes to eat pussy; mine's getting itchy.
Bob, do you eat pussy?"
   _"Fockin' aye right I do!"_ "Kathleen, we're not here to do that. 
You're my employer's niece and I've got a girlfriend.  Please."
   Perfect opening for her.
   "A girlfriend!  Neat!  What's her name?"
   "Joyce Brown."
   "Oh, I know her!  She's pretty...  and she's smart, too.  She trim her
bush?"
   "Kathleen, *please!*"
   "I trim mine, wanna see?"
   "No, Kathleen, I'd rather not."
   Princess whine, "You don't like my pussy!"
   "Kathleen, I would probably *love* it; there's no doubt it's beautiful.
But we're here on a professional matter and this shouldn't be part of it."
   Silence for a few minutes then Kat started up again.
   "Bob, do you eat Joyce's pussy?"
   "Kathleen!"
   "Does it taste good?  Several guys said mine tastes real good."
   Louise put in, _"Like Steven, Henry, Colin and Doug?"_
   Kat told us, _"YEAH!"_
   She kept up the innuendos...  no, not innuendos, blatant statements and
questions, all the way.  Ralph was the one who'd had the bugs planted, so
we knew he'd be getting an earful.  Bimbo and willing!
   The hotel had adjoining rooms.  They were quite nice, with a sitting
room, bedroom and nice bath.  Louise told us, _"No bugs, the room clerk
assigned them out of a pool.  Betcha there'll be bugs later tonight."_
   I made sure to leave a message for Ralph what rooms we were in so he'd
have no trouble bugging them if he were going to.
   ------
   KATHLEEN
   Fun?  Baiting a lecherous creep?  Not really.  What was fun was acting
the bimbo!  I could tease Bob a lot ("You don't like my pussy!"), and it
set the mood and persona.
   Yeh the rooms were nice but I was hungry.  I figured I'd stay in
character; I whined through the door between our rooms, "Bob, I'm hungry.
Feed me, please, please, please."
   "Yes, Ms.  Kathleen.  Let's take a walk."
   It was a nice day outside, so we turned outside the hotel and went down
the street.  Within ten steps, Louise told us, _"You've got a tail.  Not
real good but he's there.  His instructions are to follow and report where
you go and what you do."_
   We went a few blocks and found a restaurant.  We "managed" to get seated
where our tail could find a decent spot to observe, and he did.
   I ordered some of the messiest stuff I could find, ravioli.  I played
the bimbo by inspecting my silverware as if it were totally strange,
knocking over a (small) glass of water, dropping my napkin and spoon and
dropping one of the ravioli on my ($150 silk) blouse.
   I pouted, whined and headed off to the bathroom.  Bob sat with his head
in his hands shaking his head in misery.  He was a great, "Who did I piss
off to deserve this?" advertisement.
   Louise told us, _"The tail is eating it up.  Airhead, bimbo, good tits,
exactly what we want him to find."_
   Bob, the gentleman, protested a little.  _"They're not good, they're
*great* tits!"_
   I said, _"PRRRR!  For that, Bob, you get to inspect them closely when we
get back to our room -- if there aren't any bugs."_
   So after we finished eating, (Bob left a big tip due to the cleanup
needed) we wandered back to our hotel rooms.  Louise told us, _"No one's
been near your place.  No remote listening or phone bugs yet.  No inquiries
yet, either.  Your tail's reporting in by phone...  Yep.  Bimbo and
Buffoon. You guys gonna do the tit inspection you were talking about?"_
   Hmm.  After all, it had been at least six hours since our quickie this
morning.  _"Shower first.  Get the naughty bits nice and clean."_
   I lured Bob into his shower and forced him to wash me.  As he ensured my
breasts were extremely clean, I did the same to his cock and balls.  We
were careful not to get too playful, we still had a nice afternoon ahead
with not a single thing to do except watch cartoons on the telly.
   Bob dried me off then carried me to his bed.  My room had an outside
window, so his was a bit more secure.
   Damn, I'd missed him since just this morning.  Our different personae
didn't totally grate against each other, but they weren't compatible.
   Nice and slow for a leisurely hour of wonderful warm comes.  We ended up
in a lazy, on-the-sides 69 and I practiced my deep-throating while he
gently licked me and sucked my clit.
   I got him off deep inside my throat for the first spurt then pulled him
out so I could taste him on the end of my tongue.  In retaliation, he gave
my clit a glorious tongue flutter which locked me up tightly while my legs
mashed his ears.
   ------
   BOB
   After Kat finally released me, we heard Ana.  _"I'm on watch now.  That
was *really* nice, Bob; we're going to have to try it ourselves sometime.
By the way, Kat's room now has an external long-distance mike on the
outside window, so watch your personae."_
   I told her, _"Ana, thanks for the warning.  You must have been the one
who made Sunshine so perverted."_
   _"Not totally but I helped!"_
   Anyway, we put back on our personae, cleaned up (separate showers) and
tuned the television in Kat's room to the local kid's cartoon channel.c We
watch cartoons for a couple hours; Kat giggled and laughed a lot, and I
gently licked her sweet pussy for a while every half-hour or so; she had a
hard time giggling at the right spot in the cartoons!
   About 7:00, Kat turned off the television and announced loudly, "Dinner
time!  I want somethin' fancy so Uncle Evin can pay for it!  Then I wanna
go shopping!"
   "Yes, Kathleen.  I'll get our coats, it'll probably be chilly."
   We drifted outside, picked up another tail and had a nice long dinner.
Kat didn't spill anything on herself this time but I had to leave a $40 tip
just to clean up the mess around her.
   Shopping!  Kat's nose led her to a Robinsons-May, a Nordstrom's and five
other stores.  She was Kathleen airhead all the way but did buy some really
nice things.  "50% off the half-price sale!" she told me proudly.  Think
I'll ask Henry to figure it out.
   By now we'd been gone almost three hours and the stores were closing. 
Ana told us, _"Your rooms now have audio and visual bugs, so watch what
you're doing and where.  Visual in each sitting room and audio in every
room and on the phones."_
   Kat grumbled, _"At least they can't watch me pee even if they can hear
me."_
   I told her, _"I'm gonna find out how farts sound over a bug."_
   Ana told me, _"Your farts would probably *rot* the bugs."_
   _"Such cheek towards your Clann Ceann!  Remember, the Rod of
Chastisement is always ready..."_
   _"I think it's all talk.  *I* haven't seen any evidence of such a
thing,"_ she shot back at me.
   I told her, _"*Your* time is coming.  Soon."_
   _Squeal!  "Goodie!"_
   Sigh.  Women.
   Kat and I went to bed in our own rooms.  I don't know if she flashed the
sitting-room video or not; I was in my nice-guy persona.
   We stayed close and alert; no exploring.  We spirit-snogged a little bit
but in the main just stayed alert for attacks.  We'd been feeling the tiny
mental itch most of the day so we stayed on our toes, so to speak.
   ------
   VALERIE
   Friday, Pat and I tracked Bob and Kathleen as they did their first
contact with Vail Electronics in Redmond.  Kathleen sure could act the
bimbo; we damn near laughed aloud in class when she trotted out her "do you
eat Joyce's pussy" routine.
   We did back off while she and Bob were making love, though.  We weren't
*that* nosy!
   We shoved our own probe into Ralph.  Pure slime.
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Saturday 2/11)
   I woke up horny and alone.  Damn, it's been so nice to wake up with Bob!
Oh, well.  I got my shower and handled my hornyness with a slow jilling on
my very-hard clit.
   I made sure I was well-covered before I left the bathroom and wondered
back into the bedroom.  We'd all decided we wouldn't show any skin on the
videos -- knowing these assholes, they'd probably have it on the Internet
in an hour.
   I ordered room-service breakfast for us and got dressed enough to be
presentable.  I beat on our dividing door and informed Bob breakfast would
be here in a half-hour; if he wanted anything, he'd better get his butt
moving.
   Don was liaison right now.  He told us, _"Ralph Long arranged for the
bugs.  He jobbed it out to a slightly-shady PI and they had a review this
morning.  We've got a tight line on the recordings and can do what we need
with them."_
   Bob asked, _"Is the PI part of the operation?"_
   _"No, Long hired him for a few other minor things earlier, but he's not
aware of the black-market operation."_
   I managed to spill half my orange juice and dribble egg yolk down my
front; Don told us the video caught it all.  _"I'm glad you're not *really*
that way, Kat.  We'd spend half our time cleaning up after you."_
   Okay, getting on to show time.  Bob and I got into business-casual
clothes and took along light jackets.  I had a loose blouse, a knee-length
loose skirt and two-inch heels.  We had plans for all of it.
   Don filled us in on other parts of the operation as we drove to the
plant.  _"The other parties know you're here, but Long assured them you're
Bimbo and Buffoon, so they're not too concerned.  They don't know about the
bugs, Long did those all on his own._
   _"They haven't changed their sales and shipping schedule, they're just
being a little more careful.  We've got ten FBI agents settled in close by
waiting for developments.  Security is on-line and standing by."_
   The security force had been briefed to keep some extra security close to
Bob and me but out of sight.  The security chief was in the video
monitoring room personally supervising.  Also, whenever the security
cameras were moveable (could swivel, pan, etc.) they were to keep them on
us and our escorts.  We were ready to rock and roll!
   When we got there, Ralph and a young lady were waiting.  Ralph
introduced her as Susan Way, the Fixed Assets Coordinator.  They were
surprised when we told them Bob would be looking at the Fixed Assets, and I
would be doing the Operations tour.  Ralph had assumed a girl wouldn't be
interested in machinery and manufacturing and had expected the Bimbo to
spend the day girl-talking with Susan about hair and clothes.
   While he was surprised, inside he was gleeful.  Don told us, _"He's
already planning on how he can get you somewhere and 'fuck your bimbo
brains out.' His words."_
   Okay then.  I dug a piece of paper from my pocket and told Long, "Uncle
Aaron said I should look at these things." It was a list of several
Operations areas, the Quality Control and Shipping areas.  Our idea was to
start shaking him up and get him wondering if we knew anything. 
Interestingly, these were the dirty areas and the list had no others.
   Let Long lead how he wants.  Don told us the security cameras were
tracking fine and everything was on track.
   They got several shots of Long's tongue literally hanging out as he
stared at my ass.  Three times they got a shot of his hand making grabbing
motions a few inches away from my butt crack.  Yeh, perfect documentation
of premeditation.
   ------
   BOB
   I put a probe into Susan; from our dossiers earlier, we knew she was
clean.  Long had told her only yesterday she'd have to come in on her day
off and keep "a bimbo from JRD entertained" for a while and maybe do a
dog-and-pony show on Fixed Assets.
   Susan was surprised to get me, for one thing.  The other issue was she
was overloaded and was being held "fully responsible" for the Fixed Assets
along with no authority and no cooperation.  In short, anyway she turned,
she was screwed.  If *anything* went wrong anywhere in Fixed Assets, she
was the scapegoat.
   I _fed_ her some _calm_ feelings and told her, "I'm not here to blame
anyone for any issues we might find.  I'm here to investigate and help. 
Your job is *not* at stake here."
   It helped.  She took me to her cubicle and fired up her computer.  While
I'm not an expert at Fixed Assets, I'd done a quick study and had a list of
questions.
   "Documentation of the Fixed Assets processes for acquisition through
disposal?" None, no time to develop.
   "Policies?" Two lines in a general policy somewhere.
   "Procedures?" None, no time.  *Everything* was off-the-cuff, on-the-fly
and informal.  She'd been trying to get some order in but with her work
load on other areas, it wasn't much.
   "Documentation of the Fixed Assets computer system?" None.  The vendor
documentation was 10 years old and worthless.  She'd had to poke around and
try things just to get some reports out and record the transactions people
happened to tell her about.
   I had her print a list of assets whose original value was greater than
$100,000.  The buildings were there, as I expected, along with a list of 40
or 50 pieces of equipment like automated assemblers.
   I picked five assets from the equipment list, and she brought the record
for each one up on the screen.  Three had been purchased five years ago and
the other two, two years ago.  We did a screen print on each one.
   When I asked about a paper-document file on each piece, she managed to
find one and it was in rotten shape.  All it had was a copy of the original
purchase order and no information on the original capital expenditure
authorization, shipping costs, sales tax, installation or anything else. 
Okay, one major outness.
   The prints showed each asset's location in the plant.  "Show me where
these are." We found three of them pretty close to where the record showed
they were supposed to be but couldn't find the other two.
   We talked with the floor supervisor about the missing equipment.  He was
able to tell us where one was; on the other side of the plant.  He thought
a while about the last one.
   "You know, that does look familiar.  From the model number, we only had
one of those and it was sold and moved out two years ago."
   Ouch.  Another major outpoint.  The system still had it "on the books,"
and Vail was taking the depreciation as a deduction.  On the other hand,
the county was also taxing the original value with property tax each year!
The original cost from the purchase order had been around $750,000.  The
county had some formula for taxing property, and when we ran the $750,000
through it, Vail had been paying $5,000 a year property taxes for the past
two years on equipment they'd sold.  It was almost three month's wages for
Susan each year!
   Leone chimed in, _"If you can prove you sold the equipment, you can get
probably get credit for the taxes."_
   If you extrapolate, we'd taken a 10% sample and found one asset already
gone.  With the inadequate sample, we could estimate 20% of the assets were
gone, yet carried on the books.  At a low estimate of $5,000 per year
taxes, Vail was paying something like $50,000 per year taxes on assets they
no longer had.  It was twice Susan's salary per year!
   By the time we got back to her cubicle, Susan was ready to cry.  Her
eyes were wet and she was shaking.
   "Okay, Susan," I told her, "as I said, I'm not here to fix blame for
*anything* and I'm not out to get you fired."
   I stood up and looked around.  "Let's find a conference room somewhere
so we can talk."
   We found one, shut the door and sat down.  "Okay, Susan.  What about the
accounting department?"
   She let it all out.  There were three people besides Ralph Long.  Each
except Long was working 50 to 60 hours a week just to keep up as best they
could fighting the current brush fires.  She would have left a long time
ago but she couldn't afford to lose even a week's income.
   She was 29, widowed and raising three children on Vail's $25,000 a year.
Ouch!  Don's income was around $35,000 and they'd been tight with only
Natalie and Ana as dependants.
   She told me there was a rumor going around one of the accounting people
would be let go in the next month or so and each were praying they wouldn't
be the one.  Apparently, Vail's first move in cost-cutting was always to
reduce head-count and dump the load on the rest.
   I could tell she felt a little better after telling me all this.  Next
question.
   "You're a very attractive young woman, Susan.  How long has Ralph Long
been hitting on you?" I already knew the answer.
   Her eyes got a lot bigger.  "How did you know that?"
   I grinned at her.  "It took Kathleen and me about five minutes to figure
out he's using his position to get sexual favors from anyone he could. 
I'll bet he hits on you at least every couple weeks."
   "Yes.  Not directly, necessarily; at least it's cooled down a little. 
He was very direct the first couple of times a year ago, basically a 'Let's
fuck,' and it's settled down to a routine heavy leer and strong
'suggestions.'"
   "How about Joyce and Arial?" (the other two women in the accounting
department)
   "He keeps hitting on them, too.  The same way and they're both married."
   "Uh-huh.  Now, Long's been here about a year, right?"
   "Yes, about 14 months now."
   "Okay.  Fourteen months ago, how many people were in this department?"
   "Six."
   "Hmm.  So over the last fourteen months, he's dropped three people, and
you three have taken up their jobs in addition to what you already had."
   "Yeh.  He just tells us to make do somehow or he'll find someone else,
probably a recent college grad who'd be more than willing to do the work at
half the cost."
   "Hmm.  Now what's been happening to Joyce's, Arial's and your yearly
employee evaluation."
   "They've gone to shit.  We started with high scores, now we're down to
'unsatisfactory.' He keeps hinting he'll let us go unless our 'performance
improves,' and you can guess what performance he's talking about."
   "I don't have to guess.  Are you aware you three, at least, could sue
the pants off Ralph Long and Vail for sexual harassment?  And maybe Ralph
personally for a civil rights violation?  What's happened to you three is
almost a stereotypical example.  If you don't put out, you get overloaded
so much you can't really do any of it right, so your performance marks
'justifiably' go in the gutter.  If you still don't put out, you're
terminated 'for cause,' which also means you can't even get unemployment."
   "We've talked about it but none of us can afford a lawyer even to look
at it."
   "Okay.  Well, maybe it will change.  Now, what do you think about the
company as a whole?"
   "Hell, if we weren't working ourselves to death and didn't have Ralph
around, it would be great.  The rest of the people are friendly and there
aren't many turf wars going on."
   "Good.  Let's go back to your system."
   We looked up various other assets, took a look through the AP system
(Accounts Payable) and found a few invoices which seemed to belong to
various assets.  At least there was a chance of tracking some of them.
   I kept feeling the little mental itch though, so Kat and I stayed *very*
alert.
   Chapter 15
   PATRICK (Saturday 2/11)
   Things were heating up in Redmond.  Since it was Saturday, we just sat
on Val's sofa and pretended to watch television.  Every once in a while
we'd go for a little walk, suck down some food, that sort of stuff but our
main attention was on the drama up north.
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Saturday 2/11)
   Ralph guided me around the shop floor and other areas.  The security
cameras got several great shots of him drooling at my butt and grabbing at
it a couple inches away.  They also got shots of him trying to look down my
blouse and staring at my legs and ass.  I was still the bimbo and didn't
notice a thing.
   He led me to the Executive Conference Room.  Not a bad-looking place;
nice wood, neat chairs.  Don told me, _"He's ready to make his move, Kat.
He's locked the door."_
   The security guards right outside somehow got the idea to get out their
master key which would unlock the door in less than a second.
   I stood at the conference table looking out the window at the view while
behind me Ralph slipped off his shoes, unbuckled, unzipped and dropped his
pants and underwear, stepped out of them and pushed them away.
   He stepped up behind me, shoved a hand under my skirt and grabbed my
crotch while he reached around and grabbed a boob with the other one.
   He said, "Now let's give you what you *really* want, Kathleen.  I'm
going to fuck your brains out."
   The conference room had cameras and mikes in every corner as well as one
directly over the table.  They were catching every move and sound we made.
   I jumped in surprise and told him loudly, "NO!  Mr.  Long!  Take your
hands off me!  NO!"
   He actually snarled.  "You've been asking for it ever since you got
here. Start putting out NOW, bitch!"
   He scratched my stomach when he tore my panties off (perfect!) and as I
tried to turn around, he tore my blouse open and scratched me with a nail
-- three buttons popped off!
   I turned around, slapped him really good (he was going to have a
handprint bruise on his face for a long time) and screamed, "NO!  HELP!  NO
NO NO!"
   He tried to push me back onto the table.  The security guards opened the
door, came rushing in and got a good look at his erection before I picked
him off the floor with a knee to his bare balls.
   ----
   BOB
   It was hard to _watch_ Kathleen get molested but we'd all agreed it
might come to it.
   Susan and I heard Kathleen scream.  I moved immediately and took Susan
with me as we headed to the Executive Conference Room.
   The security chief had punched in a call to the local police the second
Ralph had dropped his pants.  There "happened" to be a patrol car right in
front of the Vail building and the two officers came in on a dead run.  The
receptionist knew exactly where the room was; she was wearing business
casual pants and her running shoes so they got there in two minutes.
   Susan and I arrived before them.  Kathleen was screaming andcrying in
the corner, so Susan went over to her and held her gently while soothing
her.
   I kept my persona in and gaped around.  Our probe patrol made very sure
the guards and the police officers got good looks at Kat's torn panties on
the floor, her torn blouse and Ralph's state of undress.
   Ralph had landed on the floor with a broken wrist and was out cold from
pain.  Too bad.  The police officers cuffed his good wrist to a chair,
called for an ambulance and reported the attempted rape to headquarters.
   I got over to Kathleen with her jacket and helped Susan put it on her.
Kat grabbed me hard and cried on my chest, telling the whole room, "He
wasn't nice!  He tried to stick his dick in me!"
   Nice, nice, NICE!  All on camera and audio!
   Things got a little chaotic.  The ambulance crew got there a couple
minutes later (they just "happened" to be a block away returning from an
uneventful call).  They were a man and a woman; they took a glance at Kat's
condition, the torn panties on the floor and Ralph's balls already swelling
up.  Don told us, _"They're laughing inside so hard they can barely think.
They've seen too many rapes not to be overjoyed at the perp getting nailed
beforehand."_
   The woman attendant and Susan took Kathleen to another room for a quick
checkout (making *very* careful note of her torn blouse, the scratches on
her stomach and breast, no panties and a forming bruise on the top of one
knee).  The attendant stuck her head back in the conference room and told
them, "She's okay, really.  Bag the guy's hands, though, he's probably got
some of her skin under his nails."
   The woman attendant released Kat to Susan and me then helped get Ralph
on the gurney.  They left his pants and everything off (they'd have been
removed anyway), tossed a blanket over him and hauled him off with one of
the officers in *very* close attendance.
   Kat told me, _"I felt his balls *squish.* I'll have a bruise on my knee;
too bad." Grin._
   Kat, Susan and I went back to the conference room.  Kat had red eyes
from crying and was now putting out ANGER!  She told the guards, "Thank you
for being here.  He was just about to..." She cried again and hugged them
all hard.
   She calmed down a little, turned to the police officer and told him, "My
uncle's a lawyer and he's gonna be *really* pissed about this!"
   The officer hid a grin.  He asked her, "Can I take it to mean you'd like
to press charges against him."
   "No," Kathleen told him, "we're gonna *hammer* charges!"
   Behind her, Susan pumped her fist and smiled triumphantly.
   The officer took all our information and I told him we'd try to have her
down at the police station in the afternoon.  Susan told him, "Right now
she needs some rest."
   Susan and I took Kathleen back to her room at her hotel.  Susan helped
her get a shower (Kat scrubbed really hard and cried some more) then put
her to bed.  Susan left her sleeping, came over to my room and shut the
door.
   Don told me, _"We've disconnected all the bugs and re-checked.  The
room's clean."_
   Susan sat down across from me in the sitting room.  She looked at me
hard and said, "Okay, Bob.  Things went just too conveniently today.  Three
security guards who just 'happened' to be right outside the door and a
bimbo klutz who all of a sudden can knee a 200-plus-pound man so hard he
breaks a wrist and passes out?  Police officers two minutes away and an
ambulance four minutes?  Give a girl a break!  What's really going on?"
   "Well, Susan, before we get into that, here's a preliminary question. 
Would you be willing to testify to Long's harassment of you if you were
paid for the time off the job it would take and at no additional cost to
you?"
   "Hmm.  Yes."
   "Good.  What about Joyce and Arial?"
   "Highly probable.  We've been steamed up about it for a long time."
   "All right.  Not to be too chauvinistic but during your girl-talks, have
any other ladies here mentioned Ralph's 'attentions' to them?"
   She snorted.  "At least six others I've heard directly."
   I got their names and fed them off to Lucia for transcription.
   "Just to ask you, Susan; would you be willing to testify to what you've
personally seen so far today?" Susan laughed and clapped her hands in glee.
"YES!"
   She was ready.  _"Great.  Now you need to know the rest of what's going
on."_
   Her (very nice) eyes got big again but she caught on quickly.  _"You two
are *definitely* not what you seem.  Kathleen's no bimbo, I bet and you're
not just a summer intern."_
   Kathleen Sunshine opened our door and joined us.  She smiled at Susan
and told her, _"You did just great, Susan.  I think you'll make a great
ally.  First though we need to get you up to speed on some other things."_
   We gave her a thorough drilling on spirits, bodies, communications,
firewalls, VPNs and probes.  Duck to water!  She was *good*, just as we'd
expected.
   Don and the rest of the ones "on duty" (which was the entire gang)
chimed in and _welcomed_ her.
   I told her, _"Everyone else is in Los Angeles; so far we haven't found
any distance barriers.  Now, for the rest of why we're here."_
   I told her Kat and I were two of the JRD owners and showed her the last
two years of annual balance sheets; she didn't have copies and wasn't
authorized on the computer system to look at them.  I took a highlighter
and marked the Percent Scrap/Rejects figures.  Even a bimbo could tell the
difference between 1% and 30%.
   "Holy shit!  What's going on?"
   "Let me ask you another question first.  Who creates the balance
sheets?"
   "Ralph.  He doesn't let any of us near them."
   "All right.  Any ideas what might have caused the change?"
   "Hell, no.  We sure don't have any new equipment which would cause it,
and what we do have is new enough not to be anywhere near worn out.  It's
an unforgivable change!"
   "Yep.  That's what we thought, too.  It's the main reason we're here. 
Let me tell you a story..."
   I laid the whole black-market operation out for her.  She wasn't
surprised Ralph was involved, just at the magnitude of the money involved.
   We showed her the rough calculation of the 60 million dollars from
black-market operations.
   Kathleen told her, "The actual figure is around $75 million last year
from the sales alone.  That amount of money leads people to do some pretty
awful things."
   We briefed her on what had happened to Kathleen's parents (we hadn't
said anything about Sunshine and Natalie yet; it wasn't needed right now),
and she looked sick.
   I told her, "Right now we figure anyone who either has or could get any
knowledge of this could be in danger of their lives.  We've already got the
receptionist's agreement to keep her mouth shut -- by the way, Ralph's been
hitting on her every other day for the last two weeks -- and it means
you've got to keep quiet for a while, too.
   "No one, not even Joyce, Arial, your best girlfriend, your kids, no one
can get a whisper of this; otherwise they and you could end up dead too."
   Susan immediately agreed to act the innocent.  "The conference room and
the areas where everything really happened today are far enough away from
the assembly rooms so probably no one else heard or saw anything."
   Don chimed in, _"You're right.  They know nada."_
   She asked, "So what's our next move?"
   I told her, "The FBI moves in on Ralph like hounds on a fox.  The next
black-market shipment goes out tonight, and it's already got a GPS
transponder on it; they'll track it and nail the buyers and the courier. 
They've already got a copy of the security video, and they're going to make
Ralph an offer he can't refuse."
   Ramontheeye got busy the moment Kat screamed.  The agents moved in
quietly, contacted the very-cooperative security chief and left with a DVD
containing all the Ralph and Kat scenes including the ones where he was
drooling and grabbing at her butt.
   Susan and I took Kat to the station right after lunch; she gave her
statement (with appropriate tears and anger) and signed the charges.  They
took a DNA sample for matching to anything found under Long's fingernails.
The agents had a long talk with the Chief of Police and Kat; they came to
an agreement.
   We took Susan back to Vail to pick up her car so she could go home and
care for her children.  I told her, "Don't get involved in too much of
anything if you can this afternoon.  You deserve to be tapped into Ralph's
'offer.'"
   Kathleen and I went back to the hotel.  She got the shakes -- reaction
to the physical confrontation -- and I held her close for a long time while
she cried out her emotions.
   After we napped for a while, we tuned Susan and ourselves into Ralph's
interview.  Kat and I were still feeling the mental itch every once in a
while.
   The Chief of Police and two FBI agents gathered around Ralph's hospital
bed in his private room (JRD paid for it for this very purpose).  The
doctors had already informed him they'd had to remove both his testicles
because they'd been crushed and he had a cracked pelvis.
Everyone: _"YES!"_
The local anesthetic was still going strong but Ralph was as alert and
aware as he ever would be (as the doctor was willing to testify).
   Ralph tried to bluster his way out, "I'm gonna sue that cunt 'til her
tits fall off!  She cost me both my balls, and that's gotta be worth
several million bucks right there."
   They pretty much ignored him for the moment while the Chief read him his
rights.  Ralph called the Vail corporate attorney (who was clean) but the
attorney told him, "No way!  Vail has absolutely no obligation in any way
to represent you against a personal criminal charge that is *not* the
result of *any* performance of your duties as an employee of the company.
If you're really lucky, you'll get a public defender who's got more than
six months experience.  For now, you're on a permanent leave of absence."
   The agents played the DVD they'd gotten from Vail security.  Ralph had
no idea the cameras and audio existed inside the plant -- he'd thought he'd
been so cool to bug our car and rooms.  The video and audio were clear --
drooling, grabbing then the final attack.
   The Chief said, "If you want to sue her, it's your right.  However, this
video is the first thing going into evidence, so you can take a wild guess
what the result will be.
   "Ralph, I'm sure glad I'm not where you are.  I'd give you a 95% chance
you're going to do hard time.  The first two women we've talked to are
willing to testify how you've been sexually harassing them and there
are..."
   He read off another fifteen names of women in Vail Electronics he'd been
hitting on and harassing the past year.
   "Perhaps you may not know," the Chief continued, "but there are lots of
rapists in the slammer; rape's no big deal to criminals.  What they think
*is* a big deal is the rape victims.  An underage victim is highly frowned
on.  Kathleen Donovan is eighteen, so you're in luck there.
   "However, we can demonstrate she is developmentally-challenged.  She has
an IQ of at most 80 and has been a klutz all her life.  Jailhouse boys DO
NOT LIKE things like that.  Your life expectancy, even in the most secure
prison, is maybe a month.  By that time, your asshole will be hurting even
more than what's left of your scrotum will be in a couple hours."
   The FBI agent had his turn then.  "Kathleen has signed the charges, and
you're going down.  However..."
   They waited.  Ralph finally asked, "What?"
   The agent said, "We might possibly get Kathleen to drop it to assault
instead of attempted rape.  Maybe.  We can be pretty persuasive at times."
   Ralph sighed.  "Okay, what do you want?"
   The Chief nodded and left the room.  The agent read off the names of all
the conspirators in the black-market caper.  He told Ralph, "You yourself
have $15,346,752.39 in account number..." He read off the account number,
location, date and amount of the last two deposits, everything.
   "By the way, that account and all your other accounts are frozen.  You
do not have access to any of it for any legal defense.  You'll get the same
public defender as in the attempted rape charge.
   "If you cooperate with us and testify, we *might* be able get you a
month in jail for the assault and only several years in a minimum-security
prison for the rest.  The more cooperation and the more valuable your
information, the less time you'll probably spend either place.  It's not a
promise but we'll do our best."
   Exactly where they wanted him.  Between a rock and a hard spot; over a
barrel.  Not "by the balls," because he didn't have them any more!  Too
bad.
   He broke and talked loud and long.
   The shipment went out later right on schedule.  The FBI nailed the buyer
after he'd exchanged the cash (bearer bonds) and arrested him and the
courier (one of the Shipping Department guys).
   Buyers for past and future shipments communicated to the Vail
conspirators through a dead drop with lots of ciphered messages (of course
the FBI got the cipher).  They met a Vail courier for the actual
component/cash exchange but had no way of knowing they were now
compromised. The FBI took over the shipping schedule and nailed every one
of them over the next couple of months!  YES!
   The entire Inner Circle gang was on-line including the Donovans and the
O'Banains.  We had Aaron, Barbara, Riona, Doug, Alyssa and Colin doing
probe and transcription work.  Their lives had been at stake too, so they
deserved part of the action.  Leone and Mark were operating, too; they were
hard-nosed, suspicious and very efficient
   The FBI moved in and arrested the other Vail conspirators Saturday
evening.  Only one of the families was involved in the deals, and her
spouse went away in handcuffs too.  They arrested the guy who'd murdered
the Donovans.
   Monday morning, the cases were presented to the Grand Jury.  The
prosecuting attorney laid them out bolstered with complete lists of sale
dates, to whom, money paid, account numbers, locations, records, the whole
thing.
   The Grand Jury returned indictments against everyone within five minutes
per case.  They were all going to trial.
   Every conspirator's accounts were frozen so they had none of their
"ill-gotten gains" to defend themselves with.  The judge authorizing the
account freezes signed them within five seconds of hearing the information
came from ramontheeye.  For those whose families had nothing to do with it,
JRD supplied plenty of cash to live on and ensured their bills were paid.
We weren't out to punish the innocent.
   Each conspirator found himself high and dry with no money and no
contacts.  The FBI found out via ramontheeye and negated any of their
quasi-legal contacts almost faster than they could think of them.  Our
dossiers were *very* thorough and ramontheeye was on-duty 24/7 for the next
several weeks.
   Every one eventually copped a plea.  The FBI was able to recover
everything from the accounts; the eejits hadn't even had the sense to take
their money off-shore very far; with exact account numbers and information,
it all collapsed.
   The Donovans' murderer?  Well, when the prosecuting attorney knows
*everything* and has ramontheeye telling him exactly what to look for and
where to find it, the asshole didn't have a chance.
   For whatever reason, he hadn't destroyed the gloves he'd worn that
night. The FBI went right to a storage locker, found the gloves and the
blood on them.  Guess whose DNA they matched.  The Grand Jury indicted him
in five minutes.
   ------
   VALERIE (Saturday 2/11)
   YES!  They nailed the slimy asshole perfectly.  Just squashing his nuts
was great!  We _felt_ the extra power she'd given her knee.  YES!
   It was all over but the shouting.  We hung around while Ralph got his
"offer" and _watched_ the gang continuing their probes and feeding leads to
the FBI -- *that* was a clever, brilliant method.
   Now, how to do the remote transcription more efficiently.  They were
actually _touch_-typing with the keyboards and using the mice to do the
work, plus using two people per dossier.  There's gotta be a better way.
   Hmm.  Pat and I have computers and tomorrow is Sunday with no school...
   ------
   EVIN (Sunday 2/12)
   The rest of the owners and the O'Banains flew up to Vail Sunday morning.
We had a lot of work to do.
   I got hold of the Vail attorney, Raymond Steele, and we met at his
office right after lunch.  We _inspected_ him and found him to be "good
people" (for a lawyer) with excellent Potential.
   We filled him in on what had happened with the conspirators and backed
up his decision not to represent Long and to place him on permanent leave.
   Our major legal concerns were the illegal sales and the sexual
harassment Long had done.  Since JRD owned Vail outright, it had the
ultimate responsibility.
   We decided to wait on any of the illegal sales issues.  Since the
conspiracy had been limited to several employees who were now in custody
and no evidence (even from ramontheeye) pointed to either company, we
figured Vail and JRD were in reasonable shape.  Since the issues weren't
under our control right now, we didn't worry too much about them except to
get a position statement together.
   The sexual harassment stuff was a different story.  So far as we knew,
all the victims were employees, and we could work with them directly.  We
discussed several scenarios and came to a decision.
   Raymond called the HR head at home and told her about the arrests.  He
said they were immediately on permanent LOA; their back pay through last
Friday would be delivered to them along with any untaken vacation pay but
after that, nothing.
   Raymond told her to get started on that the first thing Monday morning;
he'd have his instructions in writing to her ASAP.
   He gave her the list of the "Long Ladies" and told her to schedule a
meeting with all of them around 10:00 Monday with no explanation.  Each was
to RSVP and no business excuses!
   Raymond called in his secretaries to start work on the legal documents
we needed so they would be ready for the 10:00 meeting.
   He came through great!  An hour after we first met, he was _talking_
with us like an old hand.  We scheduled some time to meet with him Monday
evening to help him with the rest of his training.
   ------
   KATHLEEN
   By the time we got done with Raymond it was early evening.  We went to
the hotel, got rooms for the Donovans and the O'Banains and signed Sherry
in as an additional guest with me.  Guess what we were planning for that
night!
   We went to a nice dinner and discussed both the sting operation and
plans for follow up.  Back in Burbank, ramon was still doing an all-hands
probe-and-dossier for the Feds so we didn't worry about that.  We discussed
and agreed on some interesting plans for all the probers.
   Ralph Long spent a very painful day singing about the conspiracy to the
Feds and trying not to move.  Every time he moved, the stitches in his
scrotum pulled or the pelvis crack hurt or his wrist shot out pain.  The
doctors didn't seem to be too eager to give him pain killers; the police
and Feds had filled in the hospital staff on exactly why and how Long had
gotten there, so I guess they weren't too sympathetic for him (grin).
   After dinner, we went back to the hotel.  Bob, Sherry and I took
advantage of the pool; we went swimming and lay about for a couple hours.
Sorry, no skinny dipping!
   We went back to our rooms and found the showers were plenty big enough
for the three of us.  Nice!  We took turns of two-on-one to dry each other
off with those nice big hotel towels.
   Of course, all that activity made us hungry again, so room service came
to the rescue!  We ordered enough for then and for some snacks later in
case we discovered our energy reserves getting too low.
   We found a cool R-rated movie on the pay-per-view.  We sat around,
snuggled, snogged, caressed and got ourselves all horny.
   Bob, Sherry and I crawled into the king-sized bed (nice!) and did
research on how many ways three people could make love with one another. 
Quite a few, actually!
   All the pressure from the last couple weeks was off, we had all night
and we loved each other deeply.  With that combination, we had *lots* of
fun!
   Bob kept waving his Sorcerer's Wand; he screwed both Sherry and me out
of our bodies twice within three hours!  Sherry's pussy was as sweet as
ever, and my Miss Clitty had all the attention she could stand (and more!)
from various mouths, fingers and, for a few minutes, someone's toes.
   Sometime just before midnight we collapsed.  We left our bodies to
drip-dry, popped outside and explored some of Redmond's night life.
   Typical big city, I guess, certainly nothing like Rome.  We nosed around
the Microsoft campus but didn't come up with any hot tips on the new
operating system due for release Real Soon Now.
   We happened on a street gang which had kidnapped two fourteen-year-old
girls and was just settling in for an all-night gang-bang.  Ramontheeye
tipped off the police who descended en masse on the exact location.
   A couple of the gang tried to hold the girls hostage with knives and
guns but ran into a minor problem.  Apparently when certain nerves in the
arms and legs are pinched, it produces numbness and total loss of control.
It's awfully difficult to hold a knife or a gun that way.
   A couple of the gang members were female; they were up to their tits in
all the criminal stuff and were just as interested in getting in their
"licks" on the girls as the guys were.
   Guess the local police needed to do some radical disinfecting on their
paddy wagons -- apparently Microsoft didn't have a monopoly on bugs in this
town; the rotting balls and numb fanny diseases did a long jump from
Unpleasantville!  By now, any one of us could perform the "operation" in
five seconds or less.  No remorse or regret on our parts and ten more
social diseases out of the gene pool!
   The young girls were physically unharmed and more than willing to
testify.
   Enough for now!  We popped back to our bodies, got them showered off and
went to the other bed for sleep (nice having two adjoining rooms).  Sherry
and I snuggled up in a Bob sandwich.  He stroked our boobs and nipples up
nice and tingly, put security locks on our tits so the Microsoft bugs
wouldn't give us a Blue Screen of Death and we drifted off to sleep.
   We spent the rest of the night roaming around outside but left a solid
caretaker presence behind with our bodies.  This wasn't our home turf and
there might have been remnants of the Vail operation seeking revenge.  We'd
_felt_ that little itch every so often all day.
   No problem.  We slept peacefully (although Bob had to chastise us
soundly for rowdy behaviour around 3:00), got up, got breakfast and went to
Vail.
   Chapter 16
   SHERRY (Monday morning 2/13)
   School was closed for Lincoln's Day or something, so we stayed on in
Redmond.  Monday morning, Raymond delivered his written instructions to HR
(counter-signed by the JRD Owners) and supervised the meeting setup.  Evin
set up in the ex-CEO's office with the HR director and made calls to temp
agencies.
   The rest of us were in the meeting with the Long Ladies and Raymond. 
When Susan Way came in, Bob introduced us to her, _"Susan, you've met most
of these mentally; now they're here in the flesh.  For the moment, could
you act as if you don't know us and that all this is as surprising to you
as everyone else?"_
   No problem on her end.  Raymond got the ladies seated around the
conference table.  Seventeen women take up some room; they hadn't a clue
why they were there.
   Raymond began by introducing everyone, "I'm Raymond Steele, the Vail
Corporate Attorney.  These people over here," indicating the Burbank gang,
"are the majority of the J.R.  Donovan Company owners.  Aaron and Barbara
O'Banain are the JRD accountants.  In case you didn't know, JRD owns Vail,
so these people speak with the full authority of the company.
   "Since all of you've been here at least an hour this morning, I'm sure
you've had the benefit of the rumor mill.  Let's talk about some of those
rumors.
   "For almost a year now, several Vail employees have allegedly been
engaged in a criminal conspiracy to steal and sell Vail electronic
equipment to various illegal foreign buyers.  Saturday afternoon, the
following people were arrested and are being charged in connection with
this:"
He rattled off the list of conspirators, including Ralph Long.  He
continued, "Some of you may have noticed their absence this morning.  No
matter how the charges turn out, they will not be back.
   "However, this meeting doesn't deal directly with that.  Ms.  Donovan,
Mr.  Reynolds, would you please stand up?  Friday, these two came up from
Burbank for an oversight visit and met with Ralph Long.  During Friday, he
arranged to have illegal bugging devices planted in their company car and
in their hotel rooms.  He got the idea from somewhere that Ms.  Donovan was
quite the bimbo and would welcome his attentions.
   "Saturday morning, Mr.  Reynolds met with Susan Way on Fixed Assets and
Ralph Long took Ms.  Donovan on a plant tour.  That tour ended up in this
conference room.  In case you don't know, this room among others is under
constant video and audio surveillance, both for security and for
teleconferencing.  Apparently Ralph Long was not aware of this, because he
sought to introduce part of his anatomy into Ms.  Donovan.
   "Well, Ms.  Donovan took umbrage to that and introduced a portion of
*her* anatomy to him."
   Kat stood up and I pulled her skirt up above her knee.  By now the
bruise had blossomed into a beautiful green and blue mark covering her leg
just above the knee.
   Raymond continued, "This introduction resulted in Ralph Long on the
floor unconscious with a broken wrist.  After transport to the local
hospital under police escort, doctors decided two somewhat-round parts of
his anatomy were totally and permanently none-functional and removed them.
They also treated him as best they could for a cracked pelvis."
   All the ladies broke into wide smiles, laughter and thunderous applause.
Kat blushed, bowed several times then sat down.
   "Everything on their plant tour had been recorded and the Chief of
Security is willing to testify to its accuracy.  Presented with the video
evidence, Long decided to cooperate with the Federal agents in their
investigation and spent all day yesterday singing like a canary and trying
not to move around too much; seems there's a bit of pain associated with
that particular operation."
   The ladies laughed and applauded again.
   "Now, as to why you ladies are here.  It has come to our attention that
Ms.  Donovan was not the only lady to be the target of Long's attentions.
To the best of our knowledge, he has either directly requested sexual
favors or has directed unwanted sexual advances towards all of you.  Is
there anyone here who hasn't been so targeted?"
   They glanced around.  No one moved.
   "Again, this is to the best of *our* knowledge right now.  Are any of
you aware of someone else *not* here who was also targeted?"
   Again, none of the ladies offered anything.
   "Good.  At least we have an excellent start.  Vail Electronics has very
firm policies on sexual harassment.  Either Long was not familiar with them
or he chose to ignore them.  In either case, sexual harassment is a state
and/or federal crime.  Since it happened here at Vail, to you ladies, you
have every legal right to sue the company and Ralph Long for, let us say, a
bundle.
   "Since litigation is expensive to both sides, takes a long time and has
uncertain results, we propose an offer to you."
   A couple assistants passed around large envelopes with names on them to
each of the ladies.
   "We've prepared a legal settlement agreement concerning these matters
with Ralph Long.  Each agreement is personalized to the person, so if you
compare notes, you may find the settlement offers vary.  In our estimation,
the longer and more intensely you've been harassed, the larger the
settlement offered.
   "You'll also find in there a cashier's check for $5,000.  You may do
anything you wish with it, but I recommend you locate an outside attorney
and go over this agreement so you are satisfied with it.
   "Note that legally Vail cannot discharge you or take any other action
against you as employees if you choose *not* to accept the settlement.  You
still have the right to sue in court; that's up to you.  We do hope we can
work out a settlement that is agreeable to both parties.
   "Once you have contacted an attorney, if you decide to do so, you may
need to meet with them during the day.  If this is the case, let me know;
you'll get time off with pay and travel expenses.
   "As a last note, this offer does *not* represent anything from Ralph
Long; it's only from Vail.  You have the right to sue his ass off!  Ask
your attorney.  Note, however, that we have frozen all his accounts so
basically he has *very* shallow pockets; advise your lawyer to investigate.
Not that I'm suggesting any nuisance class-action lawsuits, but there might
be enough cash among you from this settlement to make him *extremely*
uncomfortable for a long time besides being in jail.  Any questions for
now?"
   After he fielded a few minor questions, the meeting broke up.  Bob
_requested_ Susan to stay behind with Joyce and Arial, the other two
Finance Department ladies.
   ------
   BOB
   Barbara, Kat and I met with the Finance Department ladies.  I introduced
Barbara again and told them, "Barbara will act as CFO for a few days until
we find a replacement.  She's a CPA, is good at what she does and quite
easy to deal with.  We're going to rely on you three heavily.
   "First thing we're doing is raise your wages to industry standards plus
15%.  This is totally separate from the settlements Mr.  Steele was talking
about.  Is that okay for right now?"
   None of them had any problem with that.  I continued, "Evin Donovan, the
one owner not at the meeting, has been on the phone this morning.  He's
getting the Finance Department four temps ASAP to start sharing the load
and catching up the backlog.  Can you handle that?"
   Wide smiles.
   "For you, Susan, he's finding a fixed assets team to get in here and do
a full inventory.  He's also getting a Business Process and Documentation
team in to do a full set of processes and document *all* the Finance
Department procedures.  Would that be useful?"
   Oh, yeh!
   "Susan, you'll be the Deputy CFO, since you've been here the longest and
have done all the different posts.  You'll be in charge of training the
temps, handling the fixed assets and Business Process teams and
coordinating with the permanent CFO to get him or her trained in Vail's
peculiarities.  Along with that comes a $15,000 per year raise.  We can't
really make you the CFO since you aren't a CPA.  Is that agreeable with
you?"
   We got a very wide smile and a lot of spirit-hugs!
   "Great!  Any questions, Barbara knows all, sees all and has the owners'
authorization to make most decisions."
   The meeting broke up.  We told Susan, _"Barbara will get with you
tonight if it's okay with you.  We'll bring you up to speed on everything
we know, help you remember as much as possible and hopefully get you on the
road to a little spirit-renaissance here in Redmond.  Who knows, Joyce and
Arial may end up being your spirit-buddies as well as your friends.  And
think what it might do with your children if they can remember too._
   _"You can always give us a knock and we'll help you all we can."_
   The three ladies left with tears of happiness.
   We had an early lunch then split up to nose around.  I looked over the
plant facilities (support operations like air conditioning, building
maintenance, remodeling and stuff no one else wanted).  Kat went down to
the shop floor and Sherry and Aaron into Treasury; everyone went someplace
different.  We were looking for good points and bad.
   At first, Treasury wouldn't even talk with Sherry or Aaron, just ignored
them.  Sherry dialed the Deputy Executive Officer (now acting CEO) and
handed the phone to the lady who had been studiously ignoring them.
   Sherry put a probe into her and later told me she'd been chewed out down
to the core for not at least asking what they needed.  The DEO then told
her to worship the ground Sherry walked on, because she was one of the
owners.  He told her even if she looked like a high-school girl, she
probably knew as much, if not more, about the Treasury functions than the
lady did!  *Lots* of cooperation after that.
   The buildings and support equipment looked in good condition.  The roofs
were solid, the floors clean and even and the temperature control was fine.
The parking lot had a few bad spots but the slots and lanes were clearly
marked.  Everything else I saw was good.
   I chatted with several of the facilities guys; they were friendly and
knew their work.  I did note they could use one or two more semi-skilled
people for things like painting, patching, minor repairs, that kind of
stuff.
   Siobhan checked out the cafeteria, food services and restrooms.  All
fairly decent, except one person in the cafeteria was an illegal immigrant.
She happened to be the best cook of the bunch, so Siobhan dropped a hint to
Raymond to help her get legal before we lost her to the INS.
   Barbara stayed in Finance where she and Susan made issues lists,
prioritized future tasks and tried to get a handle on things.
   About 2:00, Sherry, Kat and I went back to the hotel, packed up, checked
out and headed out to the airport.  We students had school the next day;
the others would be back for a Wednesday-night Inner Circle gang meeting.
   We still loved first class.  Lots of room, decent food (for an airline)
and good company.  We dropped Sherry off at her place, went to Ana's place
and had a quiet dinner with them.
   We went to bed fairly early.  It had been a hard week over the weekend.
   We each took an hour's probe watch; I managed to get the goods on three
characters doing illegal arms sales to one of the countries Vail had been
selling to.  More arrests down the line!
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Tuesday 2/14)
   Valentine's Day!  None of the guys had said anything, but we girls sure
knew it was coming.
   Tuesday morning, Bob got up early and snuck out of our room.  I
studiously ignored him until he "woke me up" with breakfast in bed!  He and
Don had done their duty with vigor (good start, but there was lots of day
left).
   Steak, eggs, pancakes and exotic rich coffee!  All right!  He put a
sappy Valentine's card all decorated with xoxoxo on the tray and scattered
several candy hearts around.
   He kissed me and said, "Sunshine, you're my special Valentine, my love,
my life and the Mistress of My Heart.  I love you very much and it grows
every minute I'm privileged to be around you."
   Not much I could quibble about after that.  He insisted on feeding me
some just so I could say he'd done it.
   "By the way," he told me, "I arranged with Sherry's folks to do a little
breakfast for her.  She got a card signed, 'Special Friends,' and should
have it by now."
   We popped outside and went to visit her.  We gave her spirit-hugs and
_kisses_ with warm sweet _merges_ and _windings_ throughout each other. 
She cried because she was so happy someone had remembered her; hell, I
cried too.
   When we met Sherry at school, Bob presented us with three-inch frilly
red heart-shaped badges to wear.  They said, "I'm someone's Special
Person." Sweet and sappy and so like him.
   At the start of first period, each teacher passed out a card to every
student in the school.  Bob, Sherry and I had spent a little time each day
for the last couple weeks to get cards and put a little personalized
message in each one -- fairly easy when you can probe them and find out
what they like.
   That way, *every* student got at least one Valentine.  Several girls in
our class cried a bit because someone thought they were even a little bit
special.
   We got every faculty member a small box of chocolates and a nice card
thanking them for being such special teachers.  Don put them in the
teacher's lounge and ensured the other teachers knew they were there.
   While Don was occupied there, we put a little basket of perfectly-ripe
apples in his classroom.  It had a big sign on it, "To a Special Person
from his admirers.  Thanks for the Private Lessons." We had several girls
put kissy lips all over it.  Michelle Bonds told us later Don blushed real
good when he saw it, and several girls asked about "Private Lessons." Of
course, Leone had coached them about ways for them to flirt with him. 
Somehow, every one of his classes knew about the "Private Lessons," and
lots of girls flirted with him.
   We got Mrs.  Baer a big floral arrangement and slipped it in her office.
I know she appreciated it because she was grinning madly all day.
   At lunch, every Inner Circle guy gave his lady a little box of
chocolates; in Henry's and Bob's cases that was plural.  Every girl got a
flamboyant mimed kiss and hug.
   We had dinner at Bob's -- Don, Ana and Sherry specifically invited. 
Bob, Don and Dave did all the cooking and serving and lavished attention on
us.  Each lady got small box of fancy chocolates and a gold pin.
   On front, the pin had a heart and a large engraved "Special Person." On
the back, Bob had engraved a tiny message.  Sherry's said, "My Spanish Sun.
RRR" and mine said, "Sunshine, Mistress of My Heart.  RRR".  Jaysus it was
nice.
   They cleaned up dinner (they were definitely learning their duties), and
we sat and chatted for a couple hours.  A little business, what we'd done
for the students and teachers in school that day and how Don's secret
admirers had gotten him a special gift.
   Bob said, "My spies tell me he was scheduling a lot of private lessons."
   Don was almost speechless.  Ana finally let him off the hook with, "Do
all the private lessons you want, honey.  Just remember, I get to give the
final exam!"
   Around 9:00, Sherry said, "You fellas did great today.  Now, there's one
final duty..."
   I said loudly, "Fuck women!"
   Ana and Elizabeth said, "YES!"
   Ana grabbed Don and whisked him out the door.  Sherry and I latched on
to Bob and dragged him to our room; Dave and Elizabeth took care of
themselves.
   We did a quick PTA, brushed our teeth then bounced into bed.  I said,
"Sherry, seeing as how it's Valentine's Day..."
   She took it up, "He's still got a lot of work to do."
   "I'd say he services us at least five times."
   "Each!"
   "Agreed!"
   His spirit was willing and his flesh was strong; his tongue, hands and
Wand never faltered.  Within fifteen minutes, Sherry and I were coming
warmly every couple minutes; nice, loving and relaxed releases as he told
us, "You are the most wonderful ladies in the world.  I love you Sunshine;
you fill my heart with your light.
   "Sherry, our Spanish Sun, you will fill and delight our hearts forever.
You will always be in our minds as the warm, sweet and special lady you
are."
   I lost count at ten and didn't care after that.  He kept us going for a
wonderfully long time then somehow built us both up so hard and fast we
screamed at the same time and passed out as he released himself for the
last time that night deep inside our Spanish Sun.
   He was learning.  If he keeps practicing, maybe in forty or fifty years
he'll get close.
   ------
   EVIN (Wednesday 2/15)
   Ramontheeye told the FBI he'd be off line for a couple hours but would
be back.
   We got the *entire* Clann together for the evening meeting (including
Leone and Mark), so we had it at the JRD office.  It's a good place for a
large group; we could all fit in the same meeting room and had plenty of
free parking.  For you non-Southern-Californians, free parking is almost
enough to get us to go anywhere!
   Aaron had the caterers in, so we had dinner at JRD expense.  Damn, each
one of those kids could eat as much as mine!
   After the caterers cleaned up a bit and left (they'd be back in a couple
hours to finish up), Bob called the meeting to order.
   "Guys," he told them, "You did a bang-up job on Vail Electronics.  Every
one of you voluntarily worked your butts off over the last week or so.  I'm
so proud of the way you've worked together and the results you got, I can't
express it.  Good on ya!  Good on ya ALL!"
   He gave them all a huge spirit-hug.
   He told them, "I'll turn things over to Evin to fill you in on other
events."
   I got up and gave them my best and happiest smile -- not my lawyer
smile. "I sure wish we'd had you guys ten years ago.  Things would be a lot
different.
   "I'm still amazed at how well things have worked out.  Riona and Alyssa
have become mature young ladies and Colin and Doug mature young men over
the last three weeks; we were expecting it to take at least another ten
years." Grin.
   Everybody cheered them.
   "Just as a point of fact and interest, the JR Donovan company owners are
Kathleen, Bob, Sherry, Siobhan and me.
   "The Vail operation is running along fine.  The Grand Jury returned
indictments in record times -- minutes instead of hours.  Everyone of
consequence is in custody and local police and the FBI are going after the
inconsequential.
   "The Vail conspirators are plea bargaining even now.  The evidence and
Long's testimony are overwhelming them, especially since they don't have
access to any of their stolen money.
   "Susan Hennesy of the FBI -- she led the task force -- is in heaven;
ramontheeye has data and evidence rolling in faster than her crew can
organize it.  So far, between our probes and dossiers and her force's
investigations, they've found five other companies -- as of last count --
involved in the same type of black-market operations to the same buyers. 
They're getting full dossiers from ramontheeye almost as fast as they can
ask for them.
   "The impact to Vail and to JRD is tremendous.  We expect to recover all
the money the conspirators stashed.  It will revitalize Vail a *lot* and it
gives a nice peppy shot to JRD.
   "With that in mind..."
   I passed out twenty-four envelopes, each with the person's name.  There
was one for each of us in the room.
   I told them, "Don't open them yet.  And no cheating by reading through
the envelope!"
   Everyone finally got theirs and most of them turned them over a couple
times, wondering a bit.  "Okay, guys, open!"
   All but the JRD owners had cashiers' checks made out to them.  Sixteen
were for $150,000 each and the Fearsome Five and Leone got $200,000 each;
they'd spent a week combing the reports and had been the ones to come up
with the breakthrough clues.  JRD passed out over three million dollars
that night -- and it felt wonderful to be able to do so!
   There was silence for a few minutes then Bellana asked, "Why so much? 
We didn't do *that* much." There were other murmurs of agreement.
   Bob told them, "With the recovery of the 75 million and after all the
numbers are worked out, Aaron expects JRD to get at least 5 million of it.
*All* you guys risked your lives.  If something had slipped and they had
somehow found and traced us -- we're *all* traceable to JRD -- they would
have tried to kill us without blinking an eye.  Your ability and skill
found the situation in the first place and kept us as safe as possible
during the rest of the time.  You earned every penny.  Enjoy it -- and get
a good tax accountant so Uncle Sam doesn't take so big a chunk.
   "By the way, JRD has twenty-seven more companies to check out.  We've
decided to start with two a month for now unless we run into something, em,
interesting.  We're going to study the books on each one and run a full
probe on at least the executives and department heads.  You guys are now
officially JRD security consultants.  Cheers!"
   And everyone did!  Verbal cheers and shouts, high-fives and
butt-bounces! Spirit-hugs and _kisses_, spirit butt-bounces!
   I had five jailbait-aged nubile young ladies hugging and kissing me
while rubbing their firm bosoms and hot pelvises on me -- including two
*very* appreciative daughters!
   The same five rushed Bob and mobbed him, while Steve, Henry, Doug, Mark
and Colin had to content themselves with attacking Kathleen, Sherry and
Siobhan.
   The adult ladies were a little more restrained than the younger ones but
not by much.  I got more different pairs of warm breasts and hot lips
pressed against me that night than I'd had before in my entire (this) life!
   The adult men got in some good solid kisses in on Kat, Sherry and
Siobhan.  I don't think they'd been listening very hard before as to who
the owners were, because all four of them got a very-willing Barbara in
some good lip-locks, too.  The young men noticed it and Barbara got more
chances to practice her lip exercises.
   After things quieted down a little bit, I told them, "The owners worked
hard at this, too, so we're all scheduled for a trip to Cabo San Lucas over
spring break; we're taking Aaron and Barbara along if they're interested."
   They said, "Very interested.  Party!"
   I looked at Riona and Alyssa pretty hard.  "That leaves you and the
O'Banain young men on your own for a week.  I expect *very* responsible
behavior from all of you."
   Meekly, "Yes, Daddy."
   Yeh, they'd set up all the plausible deniability stuff, but from the
looks they were giving each other, it didn't take a mental probe to know
they had *plans* for the week.
   I talked with Siobhan on our own VPN.  _"Does a diaphragm wear out? 
Maybe you should get a check-up before we leave (hint, hint)."_
   ------
   PATRICK
   Very nice.  Very nice indeed.  JRD does well by its people.  Bob was
right; they'd all literally risked their lives by going in.
   However, they'd pulled it off and brilliantly!
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   ANA (Thursday 2/16)
   Very nice indeed!  Doesn't hurt to have a couple hundred K stashed.
   The first thing I did with the extra money was get my R.N.  license
transferred from Ohio to California.  All it took was $500.
   During the earthquake while I was at Mickey C, I'd just stuck my nurse's
cap on and acted like I had every right to be there.  No one asked to see a
license.
   However, this made it all nice and legal.  I could poke around, buy
medical supplies and all that stuff without any hassles.
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   JANET (Thursday 2/16)
   Damn, that was nice!  $200K for each of the Fearsome Five plus Mom and
Blake at $150K -- not too shabby!  I figured I'd hold out a thousand or so
for some shopping (!) and stash the rest in long-term investments.
   Since the rush at Vail had calmed down, I wanted to get Pat and Val
introduced to the rest of the Clann; we figured they'd make a great
addition, plus they might be willing to start up a Brain Trust at Harvard
MS.  That way, the Mickey C Brain Trust would have trained recruits over
the years.
   Henry, Bellana and I grabbed them after school on Thursday and dragged
them into Henry's place.
   Bellana asked, "So how's the IUD working out?  Or are things working
*in?*" Grin.
   It didn't faze them a bit; they told us, "Things are working in *and*
out, unless we're totally wrong about how this sex stuff is supposed to
work." Wide smiles.
   Pat asked, "You guys seemed to be pretty busy the last couple weeks. 
Anything happening we'd be interested in?"
   We laughed.  Steven said, "Yes, some very interesting things.  Now you
two seem to be doing extremely well so we'd like to invite you to meet some
of the others in the gang if you're interested."
   Val said, "If they're anywhere near as good, kind and bright as you
guys, we'd be glad to.  Especially if the other guys are as handsome as
Steven and Henry."
   Pat put in, "And the girls are as sexy and beautiful as you ladies."
   Funny, they didn't look Irish.
   Henry assured them the ladies were *extremely* sexy and beautiful and
Lucia told them Bob was a *god.*
   I told them, "I'll have my mom ask your folks if we can steal you Monday
evening; she'll come along with us.  We know your folks are _talking_ among
themselves, so once we have you two introduced to the gang, we'll all
figure out a way to get them in on all the goodies."
   Bellana told them, "One *major* advantage we found with having our
parents remembering and being outside is they've given us pretty much
complete freedom to spend the nights wherever we wish.
   "With Lucia and me, we usually work in two nights a week with our
sweeties during school nights and the weekends...  well, never an issue."
   Both of them looked *very* interested.  Pat said, "They know at least
we're planning on sex but probably haven't figured out yet we've been there
and done that.  We're just not wearing the tee shirts."
   Steven laughed really good.  "No matter what you think, unless you've
really inspected them, they probably know.  One thing we've found is our
parents are pretty clever for being 'old people.' However, once it's out in
the open, at least you'll have a much better chance of getting in more
serious authorized lovey-dovey time than you do now."
   They laughed and agreed with us.
   Later in the evening, Mom had a talk with both sets of their parents. 
No problem, they could come with us Monday.
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   PATRICK (Friday 2/17)
   Right after school, both sets of our parents got together with Val and
me.  Dad said, "Pat, your mom and I are going to be gone for a week; we
have to go to the East Coast.  We're sure you can survive without us."
   Mom grinned at us.  "We assume Valerie will supervise you.  How you two
manage on twin beds is amazing."
   Steven was right -- they knew.  Val told them, "Actually, it's okay.  If
we need to turn or roll, we pick our bodies up, rotate them and put them
down again.  It works out okay." We laughed.
   I told them, "We need to get a couple of tee shirts saying, 'Moms
*always* know!'."
   We _told_ them how we'd loved each other for so long and why we'd waited
to do anything serious.  We _shared_ the love we'd found and how it had
happened.
   I said, "In case you don't know, all the Merrills and the Adams are like
us.  We know you four are able to _talk_ *among* yourselves, but there's a
lot more they can teach us."
   Hazel (Val's mom) told us, "We've found out how much more deep and
intense our love is since we've been able to do it.  Perhaps you and Val
could take a few minutes this weekend to show us other things you've found.
I know you do more than _talk._"
   I told them, "Not a problem.  We've found some really interesting
things, and I'll bet the Fearsome Five will be teaching us more.  What's
ours is yours."
   They laughed.  Mom asked, "By the way, do you two ever get memories of
before?"
   Val said, "Pat and I have clear memories of times going back millions of
years.  We haven't talked with the Fearsome Five about it, but I'll bet
it's a common occurrence.  Are you guys getting anything?"
   Jim (Val's dad) said, "I've gotten a couple here and there.  Pretty
clear and somewhat unbelievable sometimes." The other three parents
concurred they too had some memories come up every once in a while.
   I said, "Well, I guess it's something we'll pick their brains on.  I
didn't expect it would be unique to just Val and me."
   Mom told us, "Good.  We'll look forward to learning a lot.  Now, where
you two spend the nights is your business.  We *will* insist you let us
know, however.  We still have a legal responsibility for you.
   "Pat, while we're gone, the Hess parents will have supervision over you.
We trust you but we don't necessarily trust busybody Children's Services
and their ilk."
   We shared a nice hug.  'Old people' can be really cool when they've
found some freedom.
   I spent Friday night with Valerie.  We made quiet love for an hour then
slipped outside, terrorized sea gulls on Venice beach, checked out several
marinas and ratted out a freighter in Long Beach harbor pumping oily bilge
water.
   Chapter 17
   VALERIE (Saturday 2/18)
   It's wonderful to wake up beside the one you love!  It being Saturday,
Pat and I slept in until 10:00 after an early pee call.  Our bodies were
still growing and needed the rest.
   Pat and I gave mental goodbyes to his folks before they left then we
took off with the Fearsome Five to Universal Studios.  Blake and Louise
drove the crowd up, and we ran into the lot shrieking like the bunch of
little kids we were.
   It was cool, so I wore long pants and a sweater over my top.  I
complained my boobs were chilly, so during the dark parts of the rides, Pat
gallantly warmed them up with caresses, massages and nice nipple-rubs. 
Other ladies must have had the same problem, because I _felt_ *lots* of
other tits getting warmed up!
   While we waited in some of the ride lines, we joined the Wild Bunch in
chasing the wildlife.  Nothing non-human was safe!  Steven and Lucia
_showed_ us about phantom tongues, fingers and touches.  Neat!
   The rides especially were fun, like the roller coasters.  We'd drop over
a hill, scream like we were dying and as our bodies dropped with the car,
we'd yoyo up out and chase them (and each other) until we caught back up.
   We kept a streamer attached to our bodies then wound them around the
other spirits' while trading spirit-hugs and _kisses_ -- and an occasional
spirit-goose.
   Of course, it was a great time physically to latch onto Pat and hug him
as hard as I could.  He'd comfort me and keep my body from flying away with
a strong grip on my butt and/or my boobs!
   The Wild Bunch could scamper, that's for sure.  We joined them, _linked_
our bodies about 75% and ran around like a tiger was chasing us.
   Pat and I were a year younger but we were taller, heavier and our legs
were longer, so we could scamper even better.  We usually led the way,
since we could "intimidate" someone to move a little easier.
   We and the Wild Bunch made it a self-imposed duty that no couple necking
or holding hands had dry underwear.  None of us cared whether or not the
subject was male or female.
   There's a *lot* of variety of penises and pussies around.  Long, short,
skinny, fat dicks and bare, hairy, shaved, pouty, tiny pussies -- they all
got the same tender loving care.
   We girls would pick a couple then brush by the guy and rub our boobs and
twats up against him as we squeezed by.  He invariably popped a boner which
his lady friend had to check out!  The guys didn't directly touch the girl;
girls weren't quite so tolerant -- instead they got little clit-tweaks to
get them interested.
   We got sweaty, dirty and tired -- and loved it.  Pat and I had been
loners for a long time; we now had a fun, bright group to be with! 
Awesome!
   We finally called it quits around 5:00.  As we headed home, we played
the yoyo game at every bump.  Every time we went around a corner, we'd all
yoyo out to the side and physically pile up on one another.  No one was shy
about touching or being touched, either.  Bellana's boobs were wonderfully
hard, Lucia's delightfully dense and Janet's simply delicious.  Steven and
Henry had great butts, nice chests and their tools fit my hand just right.
   They checked out *my* boobs and butt too.  Totally fine; I'd had
thousands of male and female lovers over the years and had thoroughly
enjoyed them.  However, Pat and I were just getting started on this part of
our relationship, so I knew we'd keep to ourselves for a while yet.
   ------
   PATRICK (Saturday evening 2/18)
   Really nice day.  The Fearsome Five (along with the 'old folk', Blake
and Louise) were wonderful company.  Val and I had tended to stick to
ourselves for quite a while before this; having a compatible group was
*really* nice.
   When we got back home, the Fearsome Five made noises about something
they called the Butterfly Game.  It sounded like really great fun, but Val
and I weren't quite ready for it yet.  We had our own games to keep
ourselves busy for a while.
   Val and I told her folks we'd be at my place for the night.  No problem.
   We took a leisurely shower; one nice part about being in an apartment
complex is there's lots of hot water!
   We walked down to First Street and had a Greek dinner.  Overpriced, as
are most things, but it was tasty and fun.  We window-shopped for a while
and strolled around the Media Center.  I even looked appreciative while Val
tried on some clothes in Mervyns.  To me, she's lovely in anything or
nothing.  Later, when we'd grown into our arms and legs, she'd be *very*
lovely.
   She was going to be an Amazon, no doubt about it.  Her dad was well over
six feet and heavily built, her mom was about 5' 10" and had a medium
build, so from the proportions of Val's hands, arms, legs and feet, I'd bet
she'll end up around six feet -- with the rest of a great body to support
it!  Who's the actress, Ursula Andress or something?  She's one of the Bond
girls.  Think of a six-feet body like hers, and it's what I figure Val will
be like.
   I'll probably end up over six feet.  Dad was 6' 3", Mom was about 5' 11"
and both sides of the family were tall for generations.  Looks as if we'll
become well-acquainted either with custom clothes or the big-and-tall
stores.
   We strolled back home well after dark.  We're not really worried about
being out after dark; Burbank is pretty quiet with the Brain Trust and
Inner Circle around, and we'd already learned how to bounce things around
with a spirit-touch.
   We weren't looking for trouble and would go out of our way to avoid it,
but if it came to us...  well, let's say several million years of memories
told us if someone attacks you it's a lot easier to explain a dead body
(now with no apparent external wounds) than trying to defend yourself
against a nuisance lawsuit.
   We snuggled up on the sofa and watched a DVD; we were in a romantic
mood, so we dug out a nice chick flick.  Hey, some are really nice; I dig
Meg Ryan or Tom Hanks in *anything* they're in.
   We'd already tacitly decided this was going to be a slow, romantic
evening.  As we watched the movie, I gently caressed Val with my
fingertips. Sides (no tickling!), tummy, face, neck, legs and long slow
strokes up those wonderful breasts to the fire on their tips.
   She caressed me the same way.  We'd been learning the best way to arouse
each other while making it last, so we were doing our best to keep each
other nicely "up" without torment.  Just a long, slow, wonderful caressing,
_sharing_, with sweet kisses to top it off.  So wonderful to share sweet
caresses with the love you'd been seeking for millions of years.
   We snacked a bit to keep up our strength for the energy expenditures to
come.  Hey, we're growing teenagers!  We raided the fridge and cupboards a
couple of times -- it's why DVD players have a pause button, isn't it?
   When the movie was done (Meg Ryan can kiss good and has a great chest!),
we de-grunged our teeth, did a final wash on our privates and chased each
other into bed while we giggled and laughed.
   "Sweet Woman," I told her, "you'd better get comfortable, because we're
going to be here a *long* time.  I haven't talked a lot today, so my tongue
is in top condition, waiting to pleasure you beyond all you can imagine."
   Her breath caught a little and her eyes got bigger.  "Captain of My
Heart, I'm yours forever."
   We put her on her back in the middle of the bed with a pillow under her
head.  We slipped a small pillow covered with a folded towel under her
hips, which presented her wonderfully-aromatic pussy delightfully.  I told
her, "We'll need the towel, because you're going to get *really* wet."
   I kissed up across her cute nose then honored her eyes, cheeks and
forehead while telling her, _"You enchant my soul, Sweet Woman.  Your skin
tastes of ambrosia and feels of the silk covering a queen's heart.  I love
you, Valerie, and I sing within me for the joy of being with you."_
   _"I love you, Patrick.  The world has no deeper love than I have for
you. My Captain, I am flooded with joy to be with you."_
   I slowly traced the veins and nerves under her silken skin, gradually
approaching the nipples.  They were hard, reaching towards the heavens. 
They'd puckered up to pull all of the areolae and part of her breasts into
peaks of desire and beauty.
   Finally, gently, my tongue gently touched one.  I washed it gently as we
_sang_ songs of joy and love together.  A tender warm release ran through
us while our _song_ became more urgent.  We sent our _song_ out to those of
our new friends who may desire to listen; Val's parents got a special link,
so they too could experience at least a bit of the quality of our love.  We
let a tiny part of the sensations we were feeling _leak_ out to them and
our friends.
   Our _songs_ were concepts, emotions, attitudes, sensations and sometimes
words.  We harmonized together, creating a tapestry of our joy and
_sharing_ it with Val's parents and our friends.
   We moaned with the pleasure we were giving each other and a gentle
nibble with my teeth kept it rolling for even longer than before.  Our
joint _song_ became firmer and swelled with our joy.
   I blew a thin stream of air up each side of her deep pink labia,
stirring the down as I went.  Each hair fed its energy to our pool of love
as it swayed before the wind.
   Our _song_ became louder and filled with passion and joy.  I thrust my
tongue in and out it time with her hips while sucking all the nectar I
could from her quivering channel.  It filled itself time and again as her
orgasm continued.
   I went way down below with my licking caresses and swept from her pucker
directly up her center with a final flick to her straining clit.  The
energy kept building, as did our _song,_ but the urgency to let it loose
diminished a little.
   Several times I went back and forth between her clit and the rest of her
center, always letting the energy grow, our _song_ swell and the sweet
urgency build higher each time.  Each time we felt it to be unbearable, yet
each peak was higher than before.
   Finally, I swept her clit directly with broad strokes.  After several
strokes, her release hit us!  Like a tidal wave, it carried us and our
_song_ upwards into loving ecstasy then the wave collapsed.
   No time could we tell; we let our _song_ and our love go on until our
bodies could take no more.  The orgasm faded away, and we let ourselves
come gently down while our _song_ echoed our happiness.
   While our bodies still trembled and quaked with aftershocks, we lifted
and rearranged them so we were side-by-side, looking into each other's
eyes. Our _song_ quieted gradually until it became the happy sounds and
sensations of contentment.
   We _shared_ long, loving kisses and caressed each other while we
quivered and trembled.  Finally, we were able to breathe somewhat normally.
   We announced, _"Our friends, thank you for attending us.  Good night!"_
   We let them listen to millions-of-years-old love _songs_ as a postlude
for several minutes while we rested.
   I told her, "Valerie, Sweet Woman, you've got to be the most wonderful
person in the entire universe.  Never could I have imagined the joy and
rapture we've gone through.  All I can say right now is that I love you
almost more than I can bear."
   ------
   (Monday 2/20)
   Around 6:45, the Fearsome Five, Blake and Louise collected Val and me to
go meet the rest of their gang.  Val and I had our best firewalls up with a
decent cover story, just to see how they would hold up.
   On the way over, they didn't seem to notice anything unusual, but we saw
the Fearsome Five _link_ together and move in synchronization like they
were dancing.  Neat!  There was never a bobble or any of them running into
each other; they just chatted and danced around and through each other
continuously.
   Okay, we can do that, too.  Val and I linked with them, just as when we
were with the Wild Bunch at Universal Studios.  Worked perfectly!
   It was only two blocks to the gang's hideout (grin!).  We trooped in
without stepping on each other and met people left, right, front and back.
   There were students like the Fearsome Five along with adults who were
parents.  Everyone was _inspecting_ us lightly -- how were the firewalls
holding up?  Oh my, there's Bob Reynolds!  Yeh, Val and I have millions of
years of memories, but we'd never met an actual living legend of his
caliber before.
   He had a beautiful Irish accent as well as the Black Irish look.  Damn,
he's physically solid!  Not huge but he was a metal sculpture.  Janet
introduced us to him; he shook our hands and said, "I'm *very* pleased to
meet such highly-recommended people.  This fine bit of stuff next to me is
my special lady, Kathleen Donovan."
   Val and I immediately agreed between ourselves Kathleen was gorgeous. 
Not the movie-star glamorous-beautiful but with her attitude and the way
she glowed with life, she was glorious!
   She had the Red Irish look with wonderful red hair plus she had a
delightful Irish accent too.  "Oh, yes!  These are the two wonderful people
who gave us a great show a couple of weeks ago and a beautiful emotional
_song_ on Saturday!" Shit!  We'd almost forgotten how we'd broadcasted
ourselves so loudly at first.  Busted!
   Val told her, "Wayall, Kath, we just didn't got no larnin' ah guess. 
Thuh Love Police busted us and gave us a right good whuppin'." We pointed
at the Wild Bunch.  It got everyone laughing for a minute or so while they
good-naturedly ragged on us.
   Everyone settled in around a big table in the dining room.  We plopped
our books down like everyone else.
   Bob looked back and forth between us for a few seconds then looked at
Kathleen.  He scratched his cheek with a finger and raised his eyebrows in
a question.  Kathleen looked at us then scratched her cheek and nodded at
Bob in agreement with something.
   Bob kept looking at us but asked Henry, "Warrior-Heart, what do *you*
think."
   In a few seconds, Henry told him, "Bob, they've got two beautiful
firewalls.  If I hadn't been specifically looking for *anything* unusual, I
wouldn't have known they were there.  Lovely work -- and I'll bet they've
got other stuff tucked away, too."
   Bob grinned at us.  "Thanks, Henry.  Now a question for you two.  What
part of Redmond did you like best?"
   Hot damn!  He knew; my estimation of him went up a *lot* of notches.  I
told him, "Very efficient data-gathering technique.  Perhaps the
transcription methodology could be improved a little, but it works."
   Val laughed.  "But we still don't know if you eat Joyce Brown's pussy!"
   ------
   BOB
   Everyone howled.  A couple of them didn't get it at first but after
others rapidly filled them in, they laughed, too.  I got some flack.
   "Bob, is Joyce another airhead you've got stashed on the side?"
   "Does she trim her bush?"
   "Bring her out!  Let's meet her!"
   I _felt_ Pat and Val drop their firewalls completely, and they joined us
in laughing.  They were full of life, powerful and totally wonderful!
   "If you're willing," I told them, "how about you get with the Fearsome
Five or at least the Wild Bunch and coach them on what you've found.  In
return, we'll share *everything* we know -- perhaps you can upgrade some of
the other stuff we've found.  We're always willing to learn from the
masters."
   Janet and Bellana pushed out their chests and said loudly, "Dibs on
Pat!"
   Val responded by pushing out her (very-nice) chest and saying, "Henry's
gotta show me the cojones del toro!  But *you* two'd better stay pretty
sharp, too."
   I didn't know if they were "up to something" or just teasing.  In either
case it was none of my business; all I was interested in was they exchanged
information and training and everyone was happy.
   Henry gave Pat and Val a quick briefing on Unpleasantville while Ana
updated us on the Unpleasantville trials.  Each was moving along fine;
ramon was supplying a steady stream of information when the DA needed it.
The Public Defenders were overloaded and overwhelmed with the evidence.
   Jury selection phase was in process for those not working on copping
pleas.  Ramon supplied the DA with any needed additional information
desired about any potential jurors, even if it was only an overall rating
based on his criteria the initial questionnaire hadn't brought out.
   The County Seat with the Superior Courts was about twenty miles from
Unpleasantville and had a large population so there was a large jury pool.
Everything was high-profile because it had all the stuff the media loved:
perverted sex, child porn, drugs, horrible events, murder, public figures
(like Pompous and the Fargo lawyer), country-wide ties, everything.  There
were probably as many television and radio reporters and support crew as
there were lawyers and assistants!
   All the hotels and motels were full and both cities' economies were
booming with the influx of new money.
   A couple reporters dug up Lucia and Bellana for interviews.  The girls
were pretty tight-lipped and told them the DA had their depositions.  When
asked how they felt about all the discoveries, Lucia told them, "The DA has
the evidence.  The accused will get their day in court.  No matter how it
turns out, they'll be marked for life, just as my sister and I are."
   One reporter described the rotting balls and numb fanny diseases going
around in the defendants and asked Lucia if she knew anything about that.
She told them, "Well, we've been gone from there over a year now.  Maybe
some secret government lab has discovered a criminal-specific disease
they're trying out." She and Bellana ostentatiously felt their breasts and
nipples and gave the reporter saucy smiles.  "*We* still seem to have
*plenty* of feeling." The scandal rags had a good time with "disclosures"
about secret government laboratories.
   Interestingly, there wasn't the slightest hint about ramontheeye.  The
locals, DAs, DEA and Feds were protecting *that* source with everything
they had.  Even if they'd told everything they knew about ramon, there
still wouldn't be much to tell beyond the facts "he" was very fast, very
detailed, very accurate and very much a mystery.
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Tuesday 2/21)
   One scandal rag had Lucia and Bellana on the front cover.  Even with the
horrible lighting the mags always use, they were beautiful.  The story
hashed over their ordeals and had lots of innuendos about how badly they
were doing.  Of course, it conveniently didn't mention how the same rag had
done a major expose on "Lucia the Whore." Fuck them all!
   Word went around McCambridge like wildfire.  Every student and teacher
they saw the next several days gave them big smiles, supporting words or
gestures and pushed them up.  With Bob's Major Seal of Approval, they knew
who Lucia and Bellana *really* were.
   Anyway, life went on.
   Tuesday after school, Bob, Sherry and I met for an hour or so with Aaron
and Barbara on some of the Vail stuff.  Afterwards we had plenty of evening
left (sorry, formal dancing lessons were put on hold for a while), so
Barbara gave Bob and me a full tour of the JRD offices while Sherry worked
with Aaron a little longer.
   Evin had a secretary at the office, JRD had three administrative
assistants, one full-time IT Administrator with a part-time assistant and
several part-time student accountants.
   Mario Castillo was the IT Administrator.  He'd set up the VPNs and user
security for us and took care of the ten workstations, the server and the
T1 line along with all the computer applications and the telephone system.
   All right!  He was one of us!  He could _talk_ just fine and was outside
a lot though not yet fully separated.  Barbara _told_ us they'd routinely
been _inspecting_ everyone in the office every day they were there; two of
the secretaries and a couple of the student accountants were also
remembering.
   Sherry tracked us down in the IT room after Barbara left, and we
introduced her to Mario.  Jaysus!  They _fell_ into each other and _merged_
so fast the glow was almost blinding.  Colpo di tuono!  Thunderstruck!
   Bob and I stood there and grinned for at least ten minutes while Sherry
and Mario collapsed into chairs, took off and danced in the sky while
reveling in what they'd discovered.  When they got "back to earth," Bob and
I fed them images of ten thousand water buckets and ten fire stations
descending on the conflagration.
   Bob told her, "Sherry, it's a good thing you drove yourself tonight,
since it appears you've developed some independent plans."
   She promptly grabbed Mario's hand.  "You betcha!"
   While I hugged her, Bob told Mario, "Hopefully you're well-fed,
well-rested and have your own place, because I can tell already she's got
*plans* for you." We gave him big hugs, shook his hand and Bob said,
"Welcome to real life.  Sherry will be more than happy to fill you in on
the details." Mario looked a little bewildered at how fast things were
happening.
   Bob and I gave him a through _inspection_ right down to the first steps
he'd taken.  Good people!
   I told Sherry, "We're going to take off.  See you at school tomorrow; be
ready with *all* the details!" Bob and I cocked eyebrows and leered at
them.
   We left them with their hands locked together gazing at each other. 
YES! He was very single and had his own apartment.
   The rest of the evening, Bob and I were grinning in delight at her good
fortune.  Perhaps we'd lost some of her "benefits," but it looked like we'd
be gaining another good friend plus a lot of happiness for her.
   We went to my place at Ana's and spent the rest of the evening talking
about Inner Circle stuff at Mickey C, JRD plans and our personal plans.
   We went to bed fairly early and made happy talk and happy love for quite
a while.  After we cleaned up and got ready for sleep, Bob snuggled up
behind me, stroked my diddies and nips up nice and warm then cupped a tit
so the leprechauns wouldn't kidnap me, and we drifted off to sleep.
   We popped outside and explored the goings-on at Unpleasantville.  All
the scum in jail were unhappily engaged in being the effect of other
criminals; in other words, they were getting much the same type of abuse
they'd given.  Too bad!
   That got old after an hour, so we popped over to San Francisco and
explored the bridges and took in the night life.  Interesting place to
visit, but we didn't necessarily want to live there.
   We intentionally stayed away from Sherry and Mario.  They had their own
agenda to figure out, and we weren't part of it right now.
   We took two hours together on probe patrol.  With both the
Unpleasantville and Vail investigations, everyone was busy.  We didn't have
enough people to go around to get everything done we wanted.  Hmm.  Need to
find a way to fix that.
   ------
   BOB (Wednesday 2/22)
   Sherry did show up to school on time.  She looked a little tired, so Kat
and I eyebrowed and leered at her.  She blushed and told us, "Later."
   During the morning, Kat and I filled the rest of the guys in on what had
happened to her last night.  Of course, we put our own little slant on it,
"She met this dreamboat!  Wow!  Sparks and fireworks!  When Kat and I left
they were holding hands and gazing soulfully at each other.  Sherry had
these funny bumps on the front of her blouse and there was this strange
smell..."
   At lunch, we nailed her.  On my signal, we turned to her and said, "Give
us the dirt!"
   She blushed, rolled her eyes and sighed.  Her nipples popped up and she
gave us her side of the story.  "Mario Castillo.  He's nineteen and
California Spanish.  JRD hired him as the full-time computer and telephone
guru after he graduated from NHH last year."
   Janet told her, "Yeh.  That's the biography, now give us dirt!  Does he
kiss good?"
   Sherry blurted out, "Oh, YEAH!" then caught herself and blushed more
while her nipples got more prominent.
   "Okay, okay!  Ya got me.  We went to dinner then to his place.  He's got
a bachelor apartment in a decent part of North Hollywood, maybe fifteen
minutes from here.
   "We talked a lot.  Yeh, we made out a lot, too.  I brought him up to
speed on outside operations, body switching and firewalls.  Damn he's
nice!"
   Lucia asked her, deadpan, "Is his bed big enough?"
   Got her good; she blushed again.  "Yeh, plenty big, but we went outside
all night, dancing and exploring.  Come on!  You guys know about that
stuff!"
   Henry asked, "So, when do we get to meet this Don Juan?  We've all gotta
check him out and give our approval before you get too involved.  Isn't
that right, Ceann?"
   I nodded solemnly.  "That's right, Henry.  The Ceann and his mate must
approve all new relationships before they go 'at it.' After all, we may be
*required* to 'honor' them, though that hasn't been fully decided yet.  So,
it's only fitting we must give our approval."
   Sherry glared at us.  "Don't you even *think* of trying anything like
that!  It was *never* discussed and I'll kick your nuts off if you try!"
   We'd gotten her good!  We busted up laughing for a minute or so.  I told
her, "Well, I tried.  It makes sense in a way, doesn't it?"
   "Yeh, it sounds so logical it's gotta be dumb.  Whatcha gonna do, call
every prospective Significant Other before the Clann for interrogation?  No
way!"
   I backpedaled fast.  "Okay.  The Sherry has a good point.  So, you
bringing him to the meeting tonight?"
   Sherry laughed and told us, "Yep.  I told him the entire Clann had to
approve new relationships; he's gonna be sweating all day!"
   We laughed and applauded her.
   Chapter 18
   SHERRY (Wednesday evening 2/22)
   Mario came over to Ana's right on time.  I gave him a big hug and told
him, "Just be yourself.  If they blackball you, I'll kick some butt." He's
so *yummy*!
   I introduced him around.  "Bob you've met.  What you didn't know is he's
the Sorcerer as well as the Clann Ceann, the family head, the leader, the
boss, 'He Who Must Be Obeyed.'
   "Kathleen is his mate, 'She Who Must Be Obeyed.' That's Steven Adams..."
and the rest of the crew.  Siobhan, Ana and Elizabeth were there, too.  He
ended up in the middle of a circle of Clann woman while I stood to one side
and flowed out _apprehension_ to him.
   The ladies circled him while _inspecting_ and dropping comments.  He
stood there with the deer-in-the-headlights look.
   "Looks nerdy to me."
   "Needs a haircut; not up to standard."
   "Overmuscled for you, Sherry?"
   "Does he know about our custom for new men?" Of course we didn't have
any yet.
   "That shirt's gotta go!"
   "Shoes need polished." How do you polish athletic shoes?
   Bellana: "I think Papa better check him out.  After all, he's claiming
to be California Spanish.  I dunno; looks like a *wetback* to me."
   The adult women were worse.
   "A little old for prime.  Does he have any staying power?"
   "Anyone taught him anything or do we have to train him from scratch?"
   "When was his last blood test?"
   "What was his GPA?"
Siobhan: "My admin assistant said he's just 'okay'."
   "Can we talk to the previous girlfriends?"
   "How do we know he'll be faithful to The Sherry?  After all she's been
through..."
   We finally let him sit down.  Everyone dropped a marble into a
cloth-covered bowl we had handy; white meant accept, black meant reject. 
We told him, "One black and you're outta here!"
   Bob pulled marbles out of the voting bowl one by one.
   White, white, white...  red?  Bellana said, "*I* think he's hot!"
General laughter.
   All right!  More marbles; red, red, red...  white.  Interesting.  There
was the same number of white marbles as there were Clann males present and
the rest were red.  Someone had done some diddling!
   Everyone laughed and applauded.  I gave him a hug and a good kiss. 
"Looks like you're in, Honey.  We'll get them *all* back someday!"
   Everyone popped outside and gave him lots of spirit-hugs, _kisses_,
butt-bounces and high-fives!
   Bob told him, "The Sherry'll fill you in on everything we know.  You're
welcome to join us at any of our meetings, hang around with us, flirt with
the ladies -- by the way, if you flirt too hard, she might take you up on
it, so you'd better be ready to put your pecker where your mouth might take
you...  well, I'm warning you to be a little careful.
   "Especially tonight, stay pretty tight with Sherry; she'll be able to
get you up to date on anything we're talking about real fast.  After all,
she was in the middle of it all."
   I snuggled up to him, _snuggled_ and told him, _"Stay tight now then
later we can get *loose*." Leer._
   ------
   KATHLEEN
   We talked mainly about the probe patrol.  At night, it was no problem,
but during the weekdays, only Ana and Mama Sonora were really available, so
most of the work was falling on them.
   Bob suggested we check out George's personnel database; maybe there was
someone there.  He reminded me of people like Mr.  Duane who he and Natalie
had done a bit of work for last year.
   He asked, "Ana, how about your parents?  They're both retired and to the
best of my knowledge are fully outside and able.  Maybe they're bored of
making shadow puppets for the Hubble Telescope and might like a bigger
game. I for one know they're totally trustworthy."
   Ana said, "Great idea!  How about we pay a family visit in the very near
future.  I'll try to set it up for tomorrow right after school."
   Yeh, that would be great.  They're both very capable in the real world
and would probably be excellent.
   I told the Clann, "Another thing the JRD owners have discussed is
compensation for the probe patrol.  JRD paid you bonuses for the work you
did at Vail and basically made you all security consultants.  What I'd like
to recommend is that any probe work we do for own group like we're doing
for Unpleasantville be completely voluntary.
   "Work you do for JRD, on the other hand, should be compensated.  We'll
offer $250 an hour for routine stuff like dossier probing and
transcription, but for any real-time work like we did when we covered
Johnny Fargo, we'll go with $750 an hour.  If it's a potentially
life-threatening situation like Vail, we'll look at a *lot* more.
   "JRD's gonna do probes on all of the sub-companies, so everyone can make
a little pocket change.  Anyone new we find, we'll offer them the same. 
Any comments or questions?"
   Everyone was *very* agreeable.
   Lucia mentioned, "I know at Vail, the FBI found other companies that
were doing black-market buying.  As you said, I'd recommend if ramontheeye
does probes on them, we do it on a volunteer basis."
   Henry added, "I'd recommend the policy be if it benefits Vail directly
or is the first-generation, we get compensation.  That would include the
probes we'd do on the Vail buyers.  Once we do a buyer, the FBI's been
interested in the company, so we've done probes on various personnel in the
company.  I'd call the buyer 'first-generation' and we'd get compensated
but the company probes would be good-guy volunteer work.  Make sense?"
   Again, it made sense.  Since we had the JRD owners here, we agreed.
   Bob said, "Okay guys, we'll work on getting more daytime people and get
the other stuff going.  You probers and transcribers start keeping a
timesheet and submit invoices to JRD for your billable time.  Back-date to
last Wednesday after you got the first checks.  Keep track of your Clann
time so we see how we're doing.
   "Now for some other stuff.  Pat, Val, have you two had a chance since
Monday to work the Wild Bunch over?"
   Val told us, "We got a couple hours in last night.  They're pretty quick
learners, considering how *old* they are."
   Henry said, "Thanks heaps, Val.  Guys, these two have come up with a
couple of the slickest things I've ever seen.  First, remember the
firewalls they came in with on Monday?  Well, we've hashed those ideas
around and have come up with this."
   Pat described a three-tier firewall, each more subtle and tougher than
the previous one.  The first level was a slight variation on what we were
using with an innocuous persona.  The firewall itself was much harder to
detect in the first place.
   If someone got through the first firewall, they found all sorts of
"neat" stuff.  On the surface, it was valuable data but was actually
booby-trapped so we had several wide-open back doors.  For example, it had
firewall information as well as how to set up and use a VPN.  If someone
really did set up a firewall and VPN using that information, we'd have 98%
access through a built-in back door while they thought they were secure.
   The second firewall was extremely hard to detect.  If someone managed to
get through that, they apparently had full access to everything.  Even that
was booby-trapped through and through.  The Wild Bunch plus P&V had
developed several "templates" for the cover in here which we could
embellish to our heart's content.
   The third firewall?  Well it was so obscure and its existence so well
hidden it would probably never be found.  One scenario would be to let the
attacker through the first firewall and let them "escape" with the
booby-trapped Trojan Horses.  Same with the second tier.  The third tier?
We might be shit out of luck; something to think about.
   Val said, "We've also found a way to tap a 'normal' VPN and get up to
99% of the stuff going across it.  If someone uses our Trojan Horse, it's
even easier."
   Janet told us, "We've also come up with a second type of VPN.  We've all
agreed the amount of raw mental power we each have differs.  Both Pat and
Val have tremendously more power than I do, while I seem to have more than
Bellana.  The other VPN type they've developed allows us to share power to
make the firewalls harder to batter down by sheer force.  So unless all of
us are under attack at once, the 'power-challenged' ones will be able to
hold out by getting extra 'oomph' from someone else -- in fact, several
others could give them power."
   More neat shit!  However, they weren't done yet.
   Bellana said, "These two *youngsters* have dropped several not-so-subtle
hints that our transcription technology sucks.  Let's see if they're
willing to give us a demonstration.  Pat, it's put up or shut up time."
   Pat and Val laughed.  "Okay, I guess we'll have to put up.  Now, this
may not work for everyone, but it works for us.  Kat, how about you put up
your firewall with a VPN to Bob or someone so you can 'listen' in."
   No problem.  Up it went with my bimbo persona.
   Val said, "You've got a laptop in your room; we've never been in there.
From what we've observed, the transcriber pretty much does a spirit-sit in
front of the computer, wherever it is, then uses spirit-touches and
perception to operate the keyboard, mouse and 'see' the screen."
   Pat's turn.  "It's easy enough to turn the laptop on with a
spirit-touch. Ana, would you mind 'watching' the laptop in Kat's room and
tell us what's going on?"
   Ana put out a little streamer to my room.  "The laptop's powering up. 
The screen's on the user selection screen."
   Pat continued, "Obviously one needs to know which user id to use and the
password.  Too bad Kathleen Bimbo doesn't know; however, Kathleen Sunshine
knows.  Let's see -- select the user 'Kat' with a mouse click."
   Ana said, "The mouse moved and the button clicked, just as we do now. 
It's asking for the password."
   Val grinned at me.  "Kat, do you mind if we tell everyone what the
password is?"
   I demurred.  "ClitTwister703" might be a little over the top.
   Ana reported, "The password field's showing the asterisks.  The enter
key went down.  It accepted the password and is finishing the startup."
   Pat asked, "Kat, did you feel a little 'itch' a few seconds ago?"
   I had.  "It was similar to what Bob and I felt when we were in Redmond."
   Pat said, "Yeh, that's a probe we developed to eavesdrop on you up
there. It doesn't go through the firewall, it simply bypasses it entirely.
The itching sensation is the only evidence we can find that it's being
used. We've got a different probe now.
   "So if our antagonists are using our booby-trapped firewall, we've
pretty much got open access; the probe we've developed since then doesn't
cause any itching.
   "Now, let's consider what the normal transcribing does.  Find Notepad
and bring it up..."
   Ana said, "The mouse is moving; Start, etc.  and brings up Notepad."
   Val picked up, "With a VPN, the transcriber gets the data and pounds it
in using the mouse as needed but otherwise just touch-typing."
   Ana told us, "Keyboard keys are keyboarding.  Hell, Sunshine, it's a
description of Natalie's tenth birthday party!"
   I laughed, "The one where I got cake icing *all* over me.  Now I'm not
feeling the itching at all."
   Val said, "Yeh, we're using the other probe type."
   Pat told us, "This is how a normal transcription operates and it does
just fine.  However, it makes a lot of keyboard noise and is limited to the
crappy QWERTY layout, so speed is limited.
   "All keyboards have a circuit which translates the key to serial pulses.
The pulses go through the keyboard cable or the wireless keyboard
connection to the motherboard where it's processed.  If you learn the
voltage pattern of a key, you can apply the same voltage with a
spirit-touch; it's something like five volts.  Learn enough patterns and
your throughput can increase dramatically.  Like this..."
   Ana said, "Shit, the keys've stopped moving but the letters and
everything are coming up something like ten times as fast."
   Val said, "That's the advantage.  If you've got some obscure key
combination, you can always use the keys.  The mouse works the same way;
put the proper voltage in the right pattern and you don't have to move the
mouse very often.  Same way as the keyboard, if you happen to forget the
pattern, just move the mouse.
   "Now in case you haven't noticed, Pat's doing both the probing and
transcribing.  He's got most of the attention on the probe and a little bit
on the computer and interface.  Just like running a bicycle, driving a car
or a body, once you get used to the controls, you just *do* it routinely
and put more attention on the transcription only if you need it.
   "Probably the transcription would need more attention at the end, where
you compose the email, cut and paste and send it off.  If you're doing an
internal dossier, you'd be saving the file.  We might consider using
WordPad, since the file can be so much larger and doesn't save any private
information.
   "With one person doing both the probing and transcribing we should be
able to handle twice the number of probes.  It doesn't matter where the
computer is, say it's in Washington D.C.  and we're doing the probing in
Seattle.  Distance between doesn't matter."
   Pat said, "Now if you're running real-time, you might want to use two
people so there's *no* split attention.  There may be times when you want
that.  But I'll bet something like 98% of our probes will be routine data
gathering like you're planning for JRD.  Questions?  Observations?  Point
out the huge hole we didn't think of?"
   Siobhan asked, "I can run a computer just fine and do transcriptions the
'old' way.  I don't know shit about electronics; how would I learn?"
   Val said, "Pat and I did a couple hours Internet research to come up
with the various circuits, voltages and signal patterns.  So far, we've
come up with only three different circuits; the signal patterns are all the
same no matter what.
   "It'll be a matter of show and tell on the circuits, learn one or two
signal patterns then practice putting on the voltage to create that
pattern. Then it's learn more patterns.  Remember, you can always use the
keys themselves.  For example, I know the left and right shift key down and
up signals because I use them so much.  The Control plus Alt plus Shift
plus 8 might be a little complex to remember, so I just use the keyboard on
those then practice it later.
   "I won't say it's a walk in the park, just a different way of driving.
Once you get used to it, it's got advantages."
   Bob said, "That's totally fantastic guys!  Slick as a banana peel on
ice! We will be able to do a lot more a lot faster.  *Good* on ya!  Might I
recommend Ana and Mama Sonora get training preference?  They're our daytime
stalwarts."
   We whooped and applauded them.  We girls took the opportunity to give
Pat big hugs and kisses, while the guys gang-kissed and hugged Val.
   ------
   BOB
   Dayum!  Jaysus, *all* these guys are winners.
   After the impromptu celebration died down a little, I asked, "Anyone
have something to bring up?"
   Steven did.  "Lucia and I do.  We've been keeping tabs on 'Julie' from
Unpleasantville.  Her real name's Mary Shinto and she's second-generation
Japanese.
   "They moved her out of the mental hospital several weeks ago to a
standard hospital for physical rehab.  Her rehab's going fine and she
should be pretty independent in a couple days or so.  They're making noises
about releasing her.
   "The thing is, her parents vanished after she was in a coma for a month.
She thinks they couldn't bear the 'disgrace' and went back to Japan.  By
our standards, they just abandoned her to whatever fate awaited her.
   "There's no other relatives or friends anymore.  So, is there anything
we can do to help her?"
   Mother asked, "How old is she?"
   Lucia said, "Almost seventeen now.  She was a Junior like me."
   Mother said, "She's one of us, right?  How's she doing mentally?"
   Lucia told us, "She's one of us now; she's stably outside but doesn't do
a whole lot.  Mentally, she's doing crappy.  Her parents bagged it.  She
feels permanently disfigured and that no one would ever be interested in
her.  She hasn't the foggiest idea of what she's going to do when they
discharge her.  She says she's *not* going back to school there; the only
thing she has to look forward to is foster care -- you can probably guess
how competent the county is at that."
   Mother and Father _conferred_ for a second.  Father said, "We've got a
spare bedroom now the eldest has flown the coop.  If for no other reason,
since she's one of us, we owe her our help; the other reason is she stood
up for you, Lucia.  Loyalty and courage like that needs to be recognized
and rewarded.
   "Money's not an issue; there's more than enough to handle a young lady,
even though they tend to have expensive habits -- like shopping.  Lucia,
you think she'd be willing to stay with us?  I bet after a week or so
around you folk, she'll be dancing in the aisles."
   Lucia replied, "We can ask.  She knows Steven pretty good by now, and
she's known me for several years.  Maybe we can go for a quick visit and
sound her out."
   Evin mentioned, "If you'd be willing to do a guardianship, the county
would probably fall all over itself giving her to you.  You'd more than
qualify."
   Mother asked, "How about some of us go for a physical visit; maybe this
weekend?"
   Lucia said, "Just a moment." She got the long-distant-call look for a
few seconds and told us, "She'd be delighted to have visitors.  No one's
ever come to see her; just us mentally."
   They agreed Steven, Lucia and Mother would drive up on Saturday.  It's
about a three-hour run to where she's staying.
   I said, "Okay.  I've got one more thing to bring up then I think we're
done for the evening.
   "We're all familiar with leaving our bodies entirely then coming back
and picking them up.  Sunshine got Kathleen's body when it was abandoned.
Now here's something for you guys to mull over and come up with some ideas
about.
   "We've not run into an *evil* spirit yet but that's why we've developed
the firewalls and probes.  What happens if I leave my body on the bed, go
off to Timbuktu, wrassle a couple bad guys then come back and find some
other spirit has highjacked my body?
   "We've all switched bodies voluntarily.  How do we prevent a
non-authorized switch?  *Can* we?  We can provide a fair degree of physical
protection with secure rooms and locks but how about the other?
   "If another spirit takes over one of our bodies, how do we get it out?
*Can* we?  What's the effect on the body, if any?  It's all yours, guys,
have at it.
   "Anyone have something else to bring up?  Okay.  Mario, welcome to our
world.  We value any input you might have.  With your knowledge and
experience with computer system security, you might have some ideas -- if
you can escape Sherry long enough!"
   After the gang left for the evening, Kat and I cornered Don and Ana.
   I asked Ana, "You mentioned last December you were thinking of going
back to a...  shudder...  J O B after the holidays.  Still thinking of
that?"
   Ana laughed.  "Things have changed a bit since then.  Kat's giving us a
grand a month for room and board which has given our budget a big boost. 
Every time I think I should go J O B hunting, something else comes up like
Vail.  Right now, Mama Sonora and I are doing probe detail during the day.
If we can find others for daytime, that'll free me up.
   "Okay Bob, spit it out.  You've got a reason for asking."
   Kat told her, "You've got it pegged.  How about you don't get a J O B
but instead accept a position with JRD?  You've got a lot of administrative
experience.  What we need is someone to coordinate and run the probe
patrol; that's scheduling, arranging, timesheets, that sort of stuff. 
Sound possible?"
   Ana said, "Hell, I'm doing a lot of that now.  Make me an offer I can't
refuse."
   I told her, "How about $100K yearly, plus the standard time pay when
you're on probe detail yourself.  No restriction on any other bonuses we
declare, either."
   She and Don exchanged glances.  She said, "Done.  When do I start?"
   "How about last Monday?  You'll have complete authority over our
volunteer army of security consultants plus the responsibility to get it
done."
   "Sounds like a hell of a deal to me.  Now, let's see if we can recruit
my mom and dad tomorrow."
   ------
   ANA (Thursday 2/23)
   When I wasn't running a ramon probe, I did a lot of organization
planning.  For the scheduling, I used a standard multiple-user electronic
calendar except I set up the full twenty-four hours.  I got with Mario for
a few minutes (he was a *really* nice man for Sherry!) and we came up with
a double cipher.  The first cipher "translated" to study times, while the
second was the real thing.  We decided to put the first key in the
booby-trapped firewall personae and the real one inside the third firewall.
   We worked out a couple alternate ways of keeping track of everyone while
we were on a full-scale, multi-person run.  With the experience in
Unpleasantville and Vail in mind, we worked out a way of keeping it on a
normal computer spreadsheet.  Between them, anyone could easily check the
schedule and I could know pretty much what everyone was actually doing at
any time.
   I set up a visit with Mom and Dad.  Thursday right after school, Bob,
Kat and I gave them a rundown on JRD, what it did and our relationships to
it.  They were quite interested in the Unpleasantville probes and laughed
along with us at some of Kat's bimbo antics at Vail.
   We set up Bob's laptop and Bob "took them along" on a demonstration
probe/dossier run on the trash collector in the alley.  The guy was fine,
but we showed them how we collected the information.  In five minutes, we
had a ten-page (if printed) biography starting at birth, listing his
education, residences, jobs, military history, pretty much a full rundown.
Bob hadn't yet trained up on the new transcription technique, but they were
still very impressed.
   I asked, "So Mom and Dad, would you be interested in doing stuff like
that?  We're still doing dossiers and stuff for Unpleasantville trials and
other spinoffs from it as well as for Vail.  Our main problem is that
during the weekdays, there's only me and one other lady available; everyone
else is either in school or at their own work."
   They thought it would be extremely interesting, plus it would "keep them
off the streets." Bob explained JRD's plans on doing the sub-company
accounting audits and probes.  He told them, "When you're doing probes or
similar work for JRD, we'd give you a little pocket money in exchange. 
Would that be okay?"
   Mom laughed at us.  "Need you ask?  We'll always take honest pocket
money.  I can see some people could see this as a massive invasion of
privacy, but on the other hand I can see the necessity and the good coming
out of it." She and Dad had a one-second _talk_ then told us, "We're in."
   "Great!  I'll give you on-the-job training; we'll start at the top and
work down.  I'd say within a couple days you'll be able to handle almost
everything on your own.  How about you come on over tomorrow morning around
8:00 and we'll get started?"
   Fine by them.  We had a pleasant chat and left an hour later.
   ------
   (Friday morning 2/24)
   Bob and Natalie had done some reno work for Frank Duane last year and
had been impressed with his courage and demeanor; they thought he and his
lady friend Thelma (Natalie had fixed them up!) might be good probe
recruits.
   I gave them a good probing.  They were _talking_ with each other and
were partially outside at times.  Apparently the sex bomb had caught them
pretty good and Pat and Val's lovey-blast had given them the final push. 
Very nice Potential.  They both had excellent backgrounds for what we
needed.
   Friday morning, I asked Don to make a little talk with Frannie Farin at
school; she's Frank Duane's daughter.
   Mom and Dad came over to start their training.  I got them familiar with
the house, the computers and the electronic schedulers.
   The first thing we did was find lots of sources for transcribing data.
Since most of the ramontheeye email was to the FBI, we dug out the phone
book and _visited_ every facility listed.  We checked out the computers
that could connect to the Internet then gathered their user IDs and
passwords.  Someone in the building either knew them or knew where they
were written down.
   As we probed people for passwords and shift manning (so we had an idea
when certain computers would be "free" for us), we found lots of other
Federal facilities that weren't in the phone book.  We went over to them,
did the same data-gathering then went to both Unpleasantville and Redmond
and went through the facilities in those areas.
   By lunchtime, we had a list of around a thousand computers we could use
for transcriptions and when they were available, plus notes on the security
systems such as keystroke loggers and video surveillance.  We figured a
video showing ramon's Yahoo email on the screen and the keyboard and mouse
operating with no one there would add too much mystery; someone was bound
to get even more curious!
   Around 1:00, Don told me, _"You and Bob are on for 4:30 tonight with
Frank and Thelma.  His place."_
   I fit Mom and Dad out with the P&V firewalls and probes, and we
practiced probing, transcribing and making up an email.  We didn't actually
send them but did everything else.  They got acquainted with the list of
email addresses we'd collected for the various agents so if they ran in to
something interesting, they had a good idea where to send it.  Since the
list also had the agent's name, location and other data, we could always do
a quick probe on them to see if they were actually the one who should get
it.  If they weren't, we could pick out the data from them as to who should
get it.  All routine stuff.
   Even if Mom and Dad were from the "old country," they could hammer a
keyboard with the best of us; one's fingers don't get tired using
spirit-touches!  By mid-afternoon, I figured they were ready to go.
   With the experience we'd had at Vail and Unpleasantville, I'd worked up
some generic checklists for a "criminal" probe; things to check out,
routine data to get.  I'd do one later for a standard civilian probe for
the JRD operations.
   Using a remote login, I had them set up a couple additional ramontheeye
accounts on Yahoo, Hotmail and Gmail.  I figured it wouldn't hurt to have
some redundancy.  Mom sent off an email from the original ramontheeye Yahoo
account to the various agencies notifying them "he" was diversifying so all
email from the new addresses was valid.
   We made a deal with the FBI to use a code word or phrase in each email
so if someone else happened to get the intel about ramontheeye, they
couldn't easily pass incorrect or unauthorized information.  *We* were
ramon, no one else.  All the FBI had to do each day was issue the code word
or phrase to their people; we'd probe it from one of the agents then use it
(though we didn't tell them that).  We agreed to start using one tomorrow
morning at 8:00 Eastern Time.
   All right!  We were ready.  Mama Sonora had been handling everything up
to then, so we let her know we were ready on standby.
   Ramon got a request from the DEA about a suspected drug dealer in
Detroit.  We were off!  All three of us went; Dad did the probe on this
one.
   The guy was small-time in that he was only dealing about a hundred grand
a month.  Dad yanked the routine data (name, SSN, actual address, Driver's
License Number, birthday) and got it transcribed.  In another ten minutes,
he got the full list of the dealer's suppliers, drop and pickup schedule,
any passwords, location of his stashes and security around them as well as
where any of his books were (and the code), his major customer's names and
what data the dealer knew about them.  He added on the user ID and password
to his computer system as well as all the passwords on his encrypted files
and sent it off.
   Fifteen minutes start to end.  Not bad for a beginner!
   Mom took the next one.  It was from the Unpleasantville investigation,
and the FBI was following up a lead about a "white slaver" in Kentucky. 
Mom got started on him.
   In the first few seconds we knew he was a hot one!  He was a key
"supplier" and did a lot of business.  We pulled a list of his suppliers
(kidnappers) and his customers.  We included a quick summary on their
traffic, that is, how much and how often they transacted business with him.
   Mom continued pulling data from him while Dad took the major customer
and I did the major supplier.  We did probes on each of them and
transcribed them to another ramon account.  In twenty minutes we had three
dossiers on the way.
   They were sick-making ones.  Mom and Dad had grown up in Ireland during
a lot of the Protestant-Catholic wars and IRA terrorist attacks, so they
had pretty strong stomachs.  However, all three of us spent several minutes
praying to the God of Porcelain.
   Dad said, "Shit.  I'd like just to wipe them out; kill them." Mom was of
the same mind.
   I said, "Yeh, we thought of that while we were in Unpleasantville; we
decided not to do it.  However, we did find something else to do which
wouldn't be so obvious yet would give other criminals something to think
about.  Come with me."
   I took them along with me while the slaver suddenly contracted the
rotting balls disease.  Dayum that bug pops up just about everywhere!
   "We've got something similar for females...  and we've used it.  Even
the FBI might be a little reluctant to ask for ramon's help if everyone
they asked about turned up dead.  This they tolerate even though they can't
prove ramon has anything to do with it; most of them just grin.
   "Especially since that rag mag ran the articles on rotting balls and
numb fannies, the word is spreading through the criminal world: you may end
up the same way.  While it may not deter some, it doesn't hurt."
   Since Dad's "customer" was female, they learned about numb fanny.  Mom
did the rotting balls on the supplier she'd probed.
   I told them, "Generally, all the sex criminals get it.  We haven't done
any white-collar ones yet, but who knows?  We'll probably figure out some
appropriate little tweak for the major non-sex criminals.  Lucia gave a
couple of her targets a really nasty case of acne to go along with their
other little impairments; maybe you two could figure out something
fitting."
   We handled six more requests by the end of shift.  They were mainly
fallout from Vail; routine criminal or civil investigations.  We handled
two each.  It's really nice to have more help; I could have done them all
myself but having Mom and Dad spread out the load.
   Chapter 19
   ANA (Friday 2/24)
   When Don got home, he told me he'd talked with Mrs.  Farin.  "I chatted
about her father a little; told her Bob and Nat had done some work for him
last year and had been impressed with him.  Of course, I told her with a
daughter like her, he couldn't help but be a wonderful man.
   "She ate it up.  I told her Bob and Kathleen were looking for security
consultants and asked if she thought her father might be interested.  She
said, 'Hell, yes!  He's been going stir crazy for years; with his bad leg,
he can't get around much.  Since Natalie hooked him up with Thelma, he's
been a *lot* happier.  Still, a girlfriend costs money so he'd probably
give Bob a listen.  Want me to give him a call?'
   "Well, I couldn't say no to an introduction.  I told her you and Bob
would probably talk with him since you're the Head MILF in Charge.  I
suggested Thelma might be interested too.  Anyway, she gave him a call
right then and set you up for a visit tonight with the both of them.  Go
for it!"
   Bob and I got there right on the dot.  Bob shook hands with Frank and
asked him, "How's your faucets doing?"
   "Great!" he said.  "Haven't had a drip since and they're silky-smooth.
You two did good work." He hesitated a moment then continued, "Frannie told
me about Natalie.  You have my condolences."
   Bob told him, "Thank you, we appreciate it.  By the way, this is Ana
Matthews; she's Natalie's mother."
   Both Frank and Thelma gave me their condolences.  Frank introduced
Thelma to us as a "very good friend."
   Bob steered us all to the kitchen table for a casual conference.  We all
got coffee and settled down.  Bob asked, "May we call you Frank and
Thelma?" No problem.  I was Ana.
   Bob said, "We're looking for a couple more civilian security
consultants. No travel involved although you might wish to come to a couple
local meetings occasionally.  Almost everything's done over the Internet.
However, we need to build up to that.  Frank, I understand you were in Nam;
what did you do there?"
   Frank told us he'd been in Military Intelligence as an analyst.  I asked
him, "Exactly what is that?"
   "Well, I'd take all the intelligence reports available and try to find
clues or hints as to Viet Cong troop movements, strengths, traffic routes,
that sort of stuff.  I'd compare data from several hundred reports and come
up with some wild guesses."
   I said, "Wow!  That's exactly the thing we need.  Based on that alone,
you'd be perfect for us." Henry had coached me a bit.
   He laughed, "Not a whole lot of use for that outside of law enforcement
right now.  Since I caught a bullet when I was looking the wrong way at the
wrong time, I haven't done much.  Now it's just a little hobby of keeping
up with current news and analysis.  I keep an eye on several Internet
sites, including the Mid-Eastern ones.  I've managed to learn a little
Arabic here and there, but the sites are mainly in English anyway.  They're
mostly propaganda but I have fun gleaning a bit of intel here and there."
   Bob told him, "That's great!  Most people would have just sat down and
vegetated.  Thelma, how do you stand this guy?"
   She told us, "Eight years as a cop helps me get through the boredom. 
Actually, he's damned good.  He can take a lot of blather, distill out what
was actually said, if anything, then come up with some decent guesses on
what will happen next.  He predicted Bush would take on Iraq before Bush
even thought of it."
   I asked her, "Glad you can put up with it.  Where were you a
policewoman?"
   "Detroit.  Five years as Crime Scene Investigation then three years on
the Bomb Squad.  My husband was a cop too; I left when he was killed so I
could finish raising our three children."
   I said, "That takes some courage -- raising three children, that is.  I
had enough trouble with two.  There was Natalie for seventeen years then
Bob came along and I had to raise him, too."
   They got the joke.  Anyway, it turned out Frank had one daughter,
Frannie, now married and teaching at McCambridge.  Thelma's three were all
out of the nest and scattered around Southern California.
   We chatted a little more then I said, "Well, the positions we're looking
at filling have some pretty strict criteria."
   I _told_ them, _"But you two seem to be remembering and doing well at
it."_
   They were both surprised, but Thelma came right back, _"We thought we
were the only ones doing that.  Maybe there's more to it than we thought."_
   Bob told them, _"There's quite a bit more.  Interested in finding out?"_
   They were immediately and intensely interested.  Bob filled them in on
spirits, bodies, telempathic communications and being outside.  "I'll bet
you two have already been outside your bodies, right?"
   Frank said, "Yes, we've been outside a few times.  It was strange, but
at the same time so fulfilling.  We could _talk_ with each other and the
lovemaking is...  oops, sorry, Thelma."
   Thelma laughed, "Hell, Ana's a married lady, and I'll bet Bob's no
slouch when it comes to the ladies.  I've already figured out the
differences between bodies and spirits and how much fun sex is when we're
outside."
   Frank asked, "You said there was a lot more.  We've both experienced
what you've told us so far, so what's next?"
   Bob had them lean forward with their heads on their arms like they were
taking a nap.  We helped them _push_ and _pull_ themselves completely
outside.  He _told_ them, _"That's the next part.  The spirit is
independent of the body, while the body needs the spirit to energize and
direct it."_
   We coached them until they could go outside and back in easily at will
as well as being outside with a caretaker presence.  After fifteen minutes,
they were doing excellently.
   We had them switch bodies a few times too.  That brought on some big
laughs and smiles.  We got them going on spirit-hugs, _kisses_ and
_touches_.  When Bob mentioned a phantom tongue, Thelma suddenly gasped,
jumped a little and her eyes got bigger; betcha I knew where Frank's
'tongue' went!
   We coached them on Reference Points until they were proficient at moving
around.
   Bob asked, "Frank, when you were gathering intelligence, what was the
biggest challenge you faced?"
   He said, "How much we could trust the information we were getting.  We
had to vet something at least three ways before we even accepted it *might*
be somewhat accurate."
   I grinned and said, "I'm an R.N.  and I had to do that with most of my
patients.  Even they didn't know what was 'true'.  Thelma, how much did you
trust the stuff you got from informants or other investigations?"
   Thelma said, "About as much as I trust Frank not to look at your boobs
and butt."
   Everyone laughed for a while.  Bob said, "What would you say about an
intelligence-gathering technique that would give you the *true* information
at least as far as the person knew?"
   They basically told us, "Hell, that would change the whole field."
   We introduced them to firewalls, VPNs and probes.  Bob set up his laptop
and turned it on with a spirit-touch.  "Frank," he said, "let's invade your
daughter's privacy for a while.  I know her only as Mrs.  Farin and haven't
had any classes with her.  I've talked with her several times but nothing
personal.  You be the judge on the accuracy of the data I get."
   Bob fired up WordPad, _located_ Frannie and put a probe in her while
Frank and Thelma listened in via VPN.  He filled in a dossier with
spirit-touches on the keyboard and touch pad.  The dossier gave her
birthday, where she was born, where she grew up (with Frank and his wife),
the day Frank went bra-shopping with her when she was thirteen and the
description of the bra they decided on.
   It had the date, time and place she was married and what she'd whispered
in Frank's ear as he'd walked her down the aisle.  It had the last time
they'd had dinner together and the name of her pet dog.  All this in five
minutes.
   Frank was *very* impressed.  "Bet there's lots of other stuff you could
get."
   Bob said, "Yes, lots more.  It depends on *why* we're doing the dossier;
we'll get to that in a bit.  Thelma, tell Ana just a little bit about one
of your children, and we'll have her do a dossier."
   Thelma said, "Okay.  Ted's my oldest and lives in Brea."
   I told her, "I'm assuming it's a male and his last name is Harris, like
yours." I took over the laptop.  I'm not as fast as Janet at _locating_
someone, but Brea isn't that big; I found him in five seconds.  I started
the dossier on him.
   Exact birthday and time.  First time he'd masturbated.  First
girlfriend's name and her sister's name.  Current address and current
girlfriend's full name, approximate measurements and exactly how far they'd
gone.  Color of the curtains in his kitchen, the pet fish's species and
gender, what he was doing for work and last year's income.  The last time
he and Thelma had talked and the last time they'd met.  I was a pretty fast
spirit-typist (Pat hadn't had a chance to train me yet on their method) so
I had it down in two minutes.
   I turned the laptop around so Thelma could read the screen.  She looked
it over and laughed.  "Hell, they've been going out for three months, and
he's barely gotten to second base?  I've gotta have a talk with him about
what a girl expects.  Everything else is correct to the best of *my*
knowledge."
   Bob told her, "Great, Thelma!  We need people with an objective
viewpoint.  As you said, it's to *your* knowledge.  The data Ana just
collected is correct to the best of *his* knowledge.  Note he hedged a bit
on her measurements; he's at least truthful there.
   "So, that's how we collect a dossier.  With your two children, it was
pretty innocuous; we weren't looking for nasty stuff like Frannie
prostituting herself or Ted raping little boys.  Like any
intelligence-gathering, the data we look for and collect depends on the
purpose it's to be used for.
   "Now you both know *how* we do it; you interested in the next step of
*why*?"
   Both were *very* interested.
   I told them, "Great!  Now, when you were totally outside, what was
happening with your bodies?"
   "They were totally limp."
   "Fine.  You ever seen someone in a coma?"
   Both had; with their backgrounds, each had seen several.
   "Okay.  With what you know now, what do you think was going on there?"
   "The spirit was outside, lost or something or totally collapsed in on
itself."
   "Great.  Now for the next sixty-four-thousand-dollar question, what
happens to the spirit when the body dies?"
   "It probably leaves and stays outside; there's really nothing to come
back to."
   "Right.  Now according to our research, when a body dies, the spirit --
the actual person -- usually finds a baby body, picks it up and grows up
with it.  Make any sense?"
   Frank said, "Hell, I can remember doing a lot of those."
   Thelma told us, "Now that you bring it up, I can remember getting this
one.  God it was so tiny!"
   Bob said, "But *really* cute!"
   Thelma promptly asked, "You hitting on me, young man?"
   Bob grinned, cocked an eyebrow and said, "Not yet, Thelma.  But when you
least expect it..."
   I had to say, "Watch out for him, Thelma!  So far all *I*'ve gotten is
talk, talk, talk and no action."
   Bob leered at me gently.  "Your time will come, sweet Ana.  You're
*first* on the Ceann's Honor Roll."
   Be Jaysus!  My twat twitched several times and spit juice into my
panties.
   I got my act together though; we had people to recruit.  I asked them,
"Now what might happen if a spirit whose body had died ran across a
perfectly healthy body in a coma?"
   Thelma was pretty sharp.  "They'd do some serious investigation and
might take it over if the 'owner' were completely gone."
   "Excellent.  Our name for Natalie was 'Sunshine.' That was the spirit
who actually *was* Natalie.  You both know Natalie died in the earthquake.
Frank, can you take a SWAG at what Natalie did?"
   Frank thought a moment.  "She found a body in a coma?"
   Bob said, "Bingo!  Now you know why Ana and I didn't seem too upset or
sorrowful when you mentioned Natalie.  That's *exactly* what happened.  In
case you didn't notice, Ana is Black Irish like me.  Natalie was Black
Irish too, but she found a wonderful Red Irish female body in a coma.  If
you wish, you can meet my sweetheart Kathleen Donovan, my Sunshine."
   We filled them in about Kathleen as heiress to JRD and JRD's background.
We told them about the Vail probe run and what we'd done.
   Bob said, "There's several other people involved, too.  The position
we're offering you is security consultant to JRD; there's another
twenty-seven companies we're going to investigate and probe.  If some
outness comes up, we'll go in and handle it.  It may not take as much as
Vail or it could be even more; it depends on what we find.
   "Now what we'd like you to do is spend the weekend playing around.  Go
outside, explore and have a *lot* of fun.  Go visit places, check out the
back rooms, probe people and get used to the abilities you've remembered.
The firewall, VPN and probe we showed you is the first step; there's more
advanced ones for going into the field.
   "On Monday, we'd like you to meet the rest of the Clann.  Right now, the
Clann is an extended family with lots of sub-families or relationships.  If
you like the other spirits you meet, we can talk more about the positions
we're offering.  Sound okay?"
   It was totally fine with them.  We filled them in on the place and time
for the Inner Circle meeting on Monday.  We'd give them more information
later about the Clann and the customs we were developing; who knows, they
could come up with a few bright ideas too!
   ------
   RIONA (Friday 2/24)
   We got an appointment to see Mrs.  Shane and Mr.  Armstrong, the Women's
and Men's Counselors.  We had third-period study hall so Alyssa, Colin,
Doug and I went to see them.
   All right!  They were ones of us!  Mrs.  Shane turned out to be the
sister-in-law of the McCambridge Women's Counselor, Mrs.  Baer.  Mrs.  Baer
had helped "liberate" her and she in turn had helped free her husband, Mr.
Armstrong and his wife.
   We had a good laugh about the remembering epidemic which seemed to be
going around.  Doug told them, "We've discussed this with the McCambridge
Inner Circle.  They had that sex bomb last year which apparently got a lot
of people remembering then that joy-burst we *all* got a couple weeks ago
tipped over some more.
   "Here, we've mostly done it through _inspecting_ people as we go around.
After one or several _inspections_, some start remembering on their own. 
We've done a few statistics here and at McCambridge, and it appears about
one in ten of the people who've gotten _inspected_ or were exposed to the
sex bomb or the joy-blast get with the program.
   "There seems to be a pretty even distribution between male and female.
No significant correlation between it and age or race.  Doesn't seem to
matter if they're smart, dumb, rich, poor, nerds, jocks, introverted,
extroverted or anything in between.
   "Bob Reynolds pointed out the common characteristics of the one's he's
found are they're honest, ethical and willing to help.  It's the character
traits which seem to make the difference.  The only anomaly we've run into
so far is a couple in Harvard Middle School.  They had the right character
traits and we could tell they had a *tremendous* Potential but no matter
how often they got _inspected_, they just wouldn't remember.
   "Sherry Stapley got on her nerd hat and recommended hard, hammering
inspections.  She figured it might be like excitation energy; some simply
need more energy to get over the hump.  Well, it sure worked with that
couple!  Within fifteen minutes, they were _talking_, outside and finding
each other.  They were so powerful they leaked over the whole county;
that's the joy-burst we all felt.  Luckily three of the Inner Circle live
right next door to them and were able to get them calmed down and trained
before we had a county-wide orgasm explosion.
   "Anyway, the ones who can remember apparently will, even if it takes
some work.  One out of ten isn't bad, considering how bad off most of us
are.  At McCambridge, the entire Inner Circle as well as almost all their
parents and several of the Brain Trust tutors are ones of us.  I figure
since Mrs.  Baer is one of us, her husband has similar character traits,
and since Mrs.  Shane is his sister, she's got the same.  Like attracts
like which is probably why a lot of couples remember at the same time."
   Mr.  Armstrong said, "That makes a whole lot of sense to me.  My wife
and I _talk_ and are outside on occasion.  Sure makes a lot of difference
in a relationship."
   I said, "It makes a *lot* of difference." I gave Doug a firm spirit-hug
and _kiss_.  "Now, what do we have to do to get our own local Brain Trust
going here?"
   Mrs.  Shane observed, "I'd say we have an Inner Circle right now with
you four.  There are two Sophomores and two Juniors, so there's a decent
start on longevity.  One thing Mrs.  Baer said which makes a lot of sense
is that Bob Reynolds has been there since he was a Freshman.  He's a Senior
now and he and the two other Seniors won't be back next year.
   "However, she pointed out they recruited three Freshmen and two Juniors,
so next year the Inner Circle will still be functioning.  So one thing I'd
suggest is you recruit at least two more, maybe Freshmen who'll be back
next year.  Then next year locate and train from the new Freshman class."
   Colin said, "Or start now.  The joy-burst couple we talked about is in
Harvard Middle School now and will be at McCambridge next year as Freshmen.
They're already part of the Reynolds Clann, are really smart and will very
probably join the Inner Circle there the first day next year.
   "We should start looking over our middle-schoolers.  Kathleen Donovan
mentioned they'd already found a couple middle-schoolers from their area
who can _talk_; they're looking at going down to the elementary school
level.
   "Every day the four of us go by our middle school, and we're only four
blocks from the elementary school.  We need to _inspect_ the students every
day as we run across them, so to speak, and keep tabs on who starts to
remember.
   "We might also get younger brothers and sisters of current students
who've remembered.  The 'contagion' seems to go through families pretty
quickly.  So besides starting up a Brain Trust here, maybe we should look
at doing the same in the middle and elementary schools.  I don't think
there's any lower age boundary, since we're talking about
apparently-immortal spirits, not bodies."
   Mr.  Armstrong told us, "Now that's a project.  Mrs.  Shane and I will
sound out the Counselors at both schools and see what they think.  Even at
the elementary level, there are good students willing to help.
   "Now, back to us here.  At McCambridge, Bob Reynolds is the leader.  I
don't know if he was elected or not, but every group needs a leader,
including our Inner Circle.  Take me to your leader!"
   We four looked at each other for a second then they pointed at me! 
Shit!
   Colin said, "She's not my girlfriend, so I'm not biased -- I think. 
She's the strong one who thinks of things.  *She*'s our leader whether or
not she knows it."
   Mrs.  Shane grinned.  "Looks like you're *'the one,'* Riona. 
Congratulations.  Mr.  Armstrong and I will do our best to dump all our
crappy, screwed-up students on you.  Isn't that nice of us?"
   Yeh.
   Mrs.  Shane added, "Among other things, the McCambridge Inner Circle
appears to be the school matchmakers and 'handlers of unusual situations.'
I assume you'll be the same for the same reasons."
   Alyssa piped up, "Don't see we have a choice.  The way Bob, George and
Sherry developed the Brain Trust, those are collateral duties.  Myself,
I've already got several couples I'd like to get together; I've _inspected_
them and feel they'd do well.  I'll start dropping a hint here and there
and see what I can do."
   For the next forty-five minutes, well into lunchtime, we discussed ways
and means.  We traded email addresses and phone numbers with the
counselors, talked about several students to approach about becoming
tutors, decided to circulate a memo about the "new" student tutoring
service comparing it to the Brain Trust at McCambridge and about a couple
"situations" needing handling.
   I finally said, "I'll try to pick some Mickey C Inner Circle brains this
weekend.  See how they keep records, some of the mechanics and organization
of the tutors, that sort of stuff.  I'll see if we can steal Bob for a
couple hours."
   Mrs.  Shane laughed loudly.  "If you can get him away from Kathleen
Donovan!  Mrs.  Baer told me those two were so tight you couldn't get a
sheet of paper between them.  She also warned me yesterday Sherry Stapley's
got a new boyfriend, so she might be 'occupied'."
   Alyssa had the nerve to say, "Riona won't have any problem with that. 
She'll just snuggle up to Bob and bat her eyes."
   Damn!  They had me pegged.  The blush on my face swept down to my tits;
it didn't help that those three hellions stared at my nipples and took
suggestive little sniffs, either.
   ------
   BOB (Friday 2/24)
   Ana and I got back to her place in plenty of time for a bite to eat
before study.  There's still plenty of school year left and quarterly exams
were coming up in a month, so we'd added Friday night study and spent about
a third of our study time on reviews.
   At 8:30, we called a halt for a quick meeting.  Ana told us the Clann
customs committee would have the first recommendations ready for us in time
for the Monday meeting, so all interested parties should be there.
   She told me, "Every female will be there and you'd better be there, too,
Bob." She cocked a salacious eyebrow at me.  Groan.
   Henry told us, "We were able to drag Mario away from Sherry for a little
while and developed several more innovations to our firewalls and VPNs. 
We've got a start on body defenses while someone's outside and that looks
pretty promising."
   Evin gave us a quick rundown on the Vail scene, "Excellent progress. 
Seems everywhere we turn, embezzled money pops up.  That means...  more
bonuses!"
   Cheers and applause!
   He continued, "We've rented a CEO and a CFO who're working out fine. 
We've promoted the deputies in Shipping and Operations and got several
temps installed in Finance.  Between Susan Way and Raymond Steele being
ones of us, they're finding people who can remember.  The entire Way family
is outside and operational.
   "That being the case, we need to keep a close line in with them to
ensure they keep trained up in everything we have to offer.  I wouldn't
doubt that in a couple months, there's going to be a lot of fun and games
in Silicon Valley."
   Neat!  Blake told us several people at his and Louise's office in Studio
City were remembering, and a few were at partially outside on occasion. 
Louise said they'd train the best of them and perhaps help them start their
own Clanns.
   Ana introduced her parents, Aileen and Donal Brady, as new full-timers
on the probe patrol.  We made them very welcome with physical and spiritual
hugs, kisses and high-fives!
   I told them we had a couple other possible full-time probe recruits in
the queue; if they were interested, we'd have more information on Monday.
   Riona reported on their meeting with the counselors at NHH.  "Looks
good. The Women's Counselor, Mrs.  Shane, is the sister-in-law of the
Mickey C Women's Counselor.  She and the Men's Counselor and their spouses
are already ones of us...  wonder how that happened?
   "Another thing that came up is the Inner Circle longevity.  At Mickey C,
you've got people who'll be Sophomores and Seniors next year, so that's
okay.  In addition, Pat and Val will be Freshmen there next year, so you'll
have plenty for a while.
   "I'd recommend both schools start checking out their middle-school and
even elementary-school students; if we can get Brain Trusts going at those,
even on a small scale, by the time they get to the high school they'll be
ready to go."
   Yeh, sounds good to me.  Kat and I already know some middle-schoolers
who can _talk_.  We decided to ask our counselors to make some preliminary
inquiries.
   Douglas told us, "By the way, we unanimously elected Riona as the
Fearless Leader for our Inner Circle.  Bob, she's gonna need a couple hours
quality time with you this weekend so she can, em, pick your brains, so she
says.  Myself, I think she's got other things on her mind; perhaps a
preview of the Clann Ceann's prerogatives?"
   One drawback to being Irish with fair skin is blushes show up very
easily.  Some twenty people watched Riona blush down into her blouse and
her nipples pop up.  Alyssa and Doug, who were sitting next to her,
ostentatiously sniffed the air and leered at her.  Groan.  I'm not ready
for this yet.
   I managed to change the subject a little by telling them JRD had brought
Ana on board as the Probe Coordinator.  She gave them a quick demo of the
scheduling she'd set up.
   "Since we've now got better firewalls, VPNs and transcription
methodologies, we're gonna start training Saturday afternoon.  I figure we
can do maybe six to ten at a time so it should go pretty fast.  I'll be in
touch to work out a schedule."
   That was about it; we broke up for the night.  I arranged to meet with
Riona Sunday afternoon about 1:00 at her place.  I decided to rub it in a
little, so I kept cocking a randy eyebrow at her.  She stayed red until she
left.
   Kat and I took a shower, got in bed and snuggled up.  We spent a
half-hour plotting and planning for tomorrow morning before we went to
sleep.
   I got a firm hold on a wonderful breast so the fireflies wouldn't
assault her during the night, and we let the bodies drift off to sleep.
   We popped outside and explored Yellowstone and Yosemite at night.  Very
interesting contrast between cold rock, hot water and steam vents.  We
traced Old Faithful down about a mile and figured out how it worked.  Neat.
Now, how about calibrating it to an hour plus or minus thirty seconds...
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Saturday morning 2/25)
   Yosemite was romantic in the moonlight.  We spent a lot of time just
admiring the views and _looking_ at the rock formations.  Maybe someday
we'll do a physical visit.
   We got up around 8:00.  Bob and I got our robes on and fixed breakfast
for Don and Ana so when they appeared in the kitchen, everything was ready.
   We served them.  Somehow, my robe didn't seem to want to stay closed, so
Don and Bob kept getting my bare boobs in their faces and hard nipples on
their heads and backs, too.  I _felt_ them get very interested.
   Even after I sat down that damned robe still kept falling open.  Guess
I'll have to get a new one!  Yeh, right.
   Ana kept grinning at us.  She giggled quietly a couple times and had a
smirk going during the whole meal.  She knew exactly how Don and Bob had
reacted.
   After Bob and I cleaned up, I told them, "I'm gonna get changed.  See
you in a few."
   In our room, I did a quick PTA.  Hell, I was wet several inches down
from anticipation; I mopped it up.  I put on a nasty white baby-doll nighty
Ana and I'd gotten at Victoria's Secrets, brushed my hair a little and
straightened the bed.
   All was ready.  I opened the bedroom door, stuck my head out and
squeaked loudly, "Daddy!  Help!  The Sun Monster's gonna get me and I'm
scared!  Daddy!"
   Chapter 20
   ANA (Saturday morning 2/25)
   We heard Kathleen squeaking for Daddy; Bob and I laughed as we watched
Don's eyes get really big.  Bob gave him his Bob-smile and said, "Don, I
think Missy Lillian needs her daddy.  You should go comfort her."
   Don glanced at me; I hooked my thumb towards Kat's room and smirked at
him, "Better hustle in there, 'Daddy'."
   He was gone in a second.  What's that lump in the front of his robe?
   Bob and I laughed together.  He said, "I hope he survives.  Kat tends to
be, em, voracious.  Fortunately, he's not scheduled for training until this
afternoon."
   As Bob refilled our coffees, we heard Kat's little-girl voice say, "Oh
Daddy!  Thank you!  I'm so *scared*!"
   We laughed some more.  Hell, my nipples perked up and my snatch got wet
-- Don's gonna have a Real Good Time.
   Bob suddenly got a stern look and glared at me.  He said grimly, "Missy
Maureen, I hear you've been a very bad girl."
   Oh, shit!  Maureen's *my* middle name and I knew what Unka Robert and
Missy Lillian did.
   Glaring at me, he continued, "I know you were shagging The Sherry on the
side.  And you a married woman!  What's the Clann gonna think about that?"
   Fuck!  My heart rate went out the top and my nipples got so hard they
hurt.  I knew there was a *big* wet spot on the back of my robe.
   I didn't have to squeak, it was all my voice could do right now anyway.
"Clann Ceann, sir, we didn't mean any harm."
   He wasn't buying it.  "You know what fellas call a girl that does the
bold thing with another girl, don't ya?"
   I squeaked, "Carpet muncher?  Bean flicker?  Lezbo?"
   "A right qweer bit of skirt, Missy Maureen, a right qweer bit of skirt."
[Irish slang.  Qweer bit of skirt = a really attractive woman.  Nothing to
do with being bi or lesbian.]
   I got out, "But she was more than willing!  Don and I..."
   He glared harder.  "*Both* of you?  You seduced her with your wiles to
satisfy your lusts?  You corrupted her innocence and made her a wanton
woman?  Shame!"
   "But...  you, Kat and her..."
   "Missy Maureen, you're bein' right cheeky with your Clann Ceann."
   By now the wet spot was over the entire chair seat.  "I'm sorry, Ceann."
   Didn't make any difference to him.  "You don't seem to be very
repentant, Missy Maureen.  I hereby pronounce judgment upon on you.  You
shall suffer the Rod..."
   "Oh, please!  Please, not the Rod!  *Anything* but the Rod!" Giggle.
   "Oh yes, it *shall* be the Rod of Chastisement!  You will suffer
terribly until you repent, and I shall not be cozened by your bold airs and
lies before then.  Only when you have been chastised at the very Gates of
Heaven themselves shall I even start to consider you've repented.  Prepare
thyself, woman, your doom is upon you!"
   He scooped me off my chair and strode out of the kitchen.  I mashed a
boob up against his hard chest and snuggled up as close as I could.  At
last!
   He kissed my neck several times as he carried me into my bedroom; each
touch sent fire and energy through me.  Before I knew it, we were stretched
out on my bed sharing gentle soft kisses.
   He stroked my face and neck and whispered, "You're my sweet Ana, the
sexiest lady around.  You're the best mother any girl could've hoped for
and have helped our Sunshine be what she is today.  I love you, Ana; not
the way I love Sunshine, but there *is* a lot of love between us."
   We _linked_ lightly, about 50%.  My freckles had faded out a lot, but he
kissed and licked each one.  He nuzzled my ear, and when he sucked the lobe
gently into his mouth and washed it with his tongue we _felt_ the first
release wash through us.  It was deliciously warm and echoed throughout our
bodies for a few seconds as we squirmed in enjoyment.  Yes!
   ------
   BOB
   Ana was delightfully warm, soft and firm at the same time and smelled
totally luscious; already her female fragrance filled the air.  I stroked
my hand down to her butt and felt the huge wet spot on her robe.  I
caressed her butt through it and told her, "Seems like you're not too
revolted by the idea."
   "Hell no," she told me, "I've been aching for it for months.  From
almost the first time I met you last year, I've wanted this.  Now, it's
even better than I could have imagined back then.  I love you, Righteous
Bob, the Sorcerer who's brought so much wonderful magic into our lives.  I
*have* been a bad girl and you need to chastise me severely."
   She kissed me hard and ran her hands down my arms and back to my butt.
She squeezed and sighed contentedly.
   She was so beautiful!  Her woman's breasts were teardrops with
heart-achingly beautiful curves at the bottoms rounding up to areolae which
puckered up into large, very-hard nipples.  I kissed and licked her curves
but stayed away from the nipples even though she tried to push them into my
mouth.
   I told her, "Sit up against the wall." She sat up, and we slowly
stripped off our robes, kissing and caressing the skin exposed as we did.
Stuffing several pillows behind her, she leaned back; I lifted her into my
lap and scooted up close.  The Wand pushed its length along her pussy, and
we _shared_ our pleasure with the heat and wetness.  With permission, we
_linked_ very lightly with Don and Kat; their boiler was in superheat too.
   I pushed her back gently, sat up straight and _admired_ her with
everything I had.  "You are a wonderful woman, sweet Ana.  I will remember
this time together for ages to come."
   Putting my hands on her shoulders, I locked eyes and said, "Relax now.
Relax and enjoy the Sorcerer's Grip."
   I stroked her breasts with my fingertips.  In our room, Kat was coaching
Don on the same thing.
   Ana's breath shuddered in and out, and she moaned loudly when my
fingertips touched her nipples for the first time.  Orgasm bubbles burst
smoothly and flooded us with their warmth.  Ana called out her pleasure as
she kept her eyes locked on mine.  Her entire body already glistened with
her sweet perspiration.
   "Gently," I told her.  "Enjoy.  Let the energy build throughout all the
nerves.  When you release, your entire body feels it."
   As I pulled lightly on her nipples she shrieked with delight.  The
energy washed us again, more intensely.  The boiler pressure grew.
   For fifteen minutes we kept our eyes locked as I stroked her splendid
breasts and hot climaxes broke over us.  We _felt_ Don and Kat enjoying
much the same pleasure.
   I stopped, and we hugged each other softly.  I whispered in her ear,
"You are the *lady*, Ana.  Your skin is wonderful, *you* are beautiful and
your body is beautiful.  I am truly honored to be here with you." I
continued _whispering_ sweet somethings while we shared long warm kisses.
   I picked her off my lap and lay her back.  I Arnied her, "I'll be back!"
and padded off to the kitchen to get water.
   Kat was there; she was flushed, glowing, sweating all over, totally
gorgeous and having lots of fun!  We kissed quickly and scampered back to
our partners bearing gifts of water.
   I snagged several towels from Ana's bathroom and slid back on the bed
with her.  As we drank, I dried off our faces and eyes.
   Our breathing had settled down, but the boiler pressure was right up
there where it should be.
   Ana finished off her bottle.  I set it aside and she said eagerly,
"Next?"
   I pulled her off her backrest so she stretched out on her back.  Such
lovely curves!  Her bush was jet-black like her other hair and nicely wild
yet not a jungle.
   I picked up her hips and we stuffed a small pillow and two
multiply-folded bath towels underneath.  I put some pillows beneath her
head and back.  I asked, "Can you see your belly button easily?"
   She looked, cocked an eyebrow and said, "Yes.  What's that got to do
with anything?"
   Show, not tell.  I pounced on her navel (a cute outie), sucked it inside
my mouth and diddled it wildly with my tongue.  She shrieked, laughed and
panted while a release rained over us.
   I went down lower and nuzzled her bush.  After pulling on it gently with
my mouth, I kiss-licked the creases beside it.  I admired a few small
stretch marks with my mouth and told her, _"Badges of Honor for a wonderful
lady."_
   Sliding further down, I looked up at her and said, "Time for some
spell-casting.  Most spells are oral, so that's what we'll do."
   She panted, moaned, pulled her heels up and held her legs up and apart
with her arms.  "Yes, Sorcerer!  Cast some spells!"
   "_Look_ through my eyes so you see what I see." She did.  "You are
beautiful here, sweet Ana.  You are a wonderful exotic flower in full bloom
flooding out an intoxicating perfume.  The nectar glistens and waits for
the Sorcerer to collect it." I blew a warm air stream on her blossom.
   She spasmed, orgasmed and shrieked.  "Damn it, Bob!  Less tell, more
show!"
   "Yes, ma'am.  We start the Journey," I told her and went in.  Gently,
softly I licked everything.  She was wet and dripping all the way through
her crack to the towel.  She tasted like Ana: vigorous, musky and deeply
rich.
   I slipped a wet finger inside; she came.  I stroked a few times; she
came.  "Gently.  Let the pressure build.  Each release bleeds off energy,
yet the pressure still rises.  We'll continue this Journey until we surf
the tsunami at the Gates of Heaven."
   I softly licked her proud clit; she came.  I sucked it lightly; she
came. I twirled my tongue around it; she came.
   I slowly pulled my finger out, tilted her hips up a little and tongued
her pucker.  Moaning and squirming, she pulled her legs up further and
wider.  I lubed my finger once more in her nectar and slowly pushed it
through her pucker.
   She shrieked, thrashed wildly and came.  I stroked the finger slowly
while licking her labia.  Pushing my tongue into her channel, I sucked
gently as I buried my finger in her bottom and wiggled it.
   She screamed and came; hot energy flooded us for several minutes.  I
lightly licked and sucked her clit for several more minutes, trading off
between it and her gushing channel.  The tsunami built higher.
   Pulling my finger out, I let her releases die off slowly by calming us
down with gently licks between her pucker and labia.  After several
minutes, I scooted up and eased her legs back down to the bed.
   I helped her sit up.  I wiped our faces again and made her drink more
water; she'd flooded out at least a pint.
   We switched out the towels, leaving the pillow beneath her hips and
taking the ones out underneath her back and head.  We kissed each other
long and slow, letting our tongues talk to each other and building up our
passions.  Above, we found out spirit-tongues could wrap around
spirit-tonsils quite easily!
   She pulled me fully on top, spreading her legs wide to receive me.  She
whispered, "Put your weight on me, Sorcerer.  Cover me, drive me down,
control me and make me yours."
   I eased my weight on her slowly.  Her hips took it easily, and I gently
eased down on her upper body.  I moved my chest slowly back and forth
across her wonderful nipples, feeling their heat and hardness.  She pulled
me down, squishing her firm/soft breasts between us.  We kissed long and
hard, building up towards what we both desired.
   She wormed a hand beneath my hips and guided me to her dripping slit. 
She moved the head around to ensure it was wet then set it at her entrance.
"Do me, Sorcerer.  Do me 'til we die from pleasure."
   I kissed her once more then said, "We continue the Journey to the Gates
of Heaven.  You've been a *very* bad girl, Missy Maureen; behold the Rod of
Chastisement."
   ------
   ANA
   Jaysus, so wonderful!  We pressed together slowly; I came five times
before he bottomed out the first time.  I screamed, shook and thoroughly
relished the releases flowing hotly through us.  I _felt_ the boiler
pressure expand to fill the entire room, enclosing our bodies inside.  We
expanded and shaped ourselves so we wound through each other and through
our bodies.  Heaven cannot describe the joy and we had just begun the
Journey!
   Bob stroked slowly a few times then ground the end of his dick into my
cervix and came over it!  I screamed and came with him.  We _felt_ the heat
and slickness of his cum and reveled in the sensations.  We kissed deeply,
and I put my legs around his waist so I was fully open to him.
   Gently.  Slowly.  It was tremendously difficult; I wanted to pound into
him and feel him pounding me!  It was too soon for that though.
   I came several times a minute.  Each energy wash was a bit more intense
but not quite enough to push us out of control.  We _felt_ the energy
surrounding and through us building steadily despite the releases.
   He rolled me on top.  I sat up and slowly stroked on his staff.  I
wanted so much to ride him fast, but his strong hands gently caressing my
breasts kept me aware of the Journey.  I shrieked with every breath,
trembled and spasmed with every climax and kept my eyes locked on his. 
Such a wonderful man, our Sorcerer!
   We rolled to the other side, and he admired my breasts and nipples for a
long time with his mouth while he held still inside me.  I came more often
now; each almost imperceptibly more intense.  The tsunami was building
higher; the energy around and through us was becoming so high I could
physically feel it on my skin.
   We eased off slowly.  He wiped our faces and eyes and made me drink more
water.  We moved our hips around, making nasty, salacious, sloppy squishing
noises.  We could barely hear them over Kat's shrieks, laughs and screams
coming through the ducts.
   We laughed together.  Bob told me, "He's holding out very well.  You
done trained him good, Ana!"
   We went back to long hot kisses and fierce hugs.  Our hips moved
together again and the pressure mounted higher.
   We _felt_ Don and Kat's energy build higher too.  We four jostled
around, _shared_ our love and joined our energies together.  Guess Sherry
would call this group sex!  Fockin' aye right!
   Bob sat up cross-legged against some pillows; leaning back against him,
I impaled myself on the Rod of Chastisement.  We stroked easily; Bob was
strong enough to lift me easily with his legs so we had long, full,
wonderfully-erotic fillings.
   He dropped his hands to Mary Jane and stroked my labia stretched tightly
around him as well as frequently dropping to my pucker.  He transferred
nectar onto my clit and stroked it too.  My hands went to my breasts; I
stroked and tweaked just hard enough to keep the energy rising.  I climaxed
several times a minute.
   We traded hands; his went to my breasts and I diddled myself below.  We
shrieked, moaned, screamed, shook and thrashed around as the releases
scorched us.  Bob made a small hot phantom cock and slowly, gently, pushed
it up my ass.  Ah!  So WONDERFUL!  He'd transferred lots of nectar so there
was almost no drag, and we alternated strokes of his physical cock in my
snatch and his slowly-growing phantom cock in my ass; I felt him on both
sides of the thin tissue separating them.
   The four of us screamed and came continuously for a long time; it must
have been thirty minutes at least.  The energy we built up was palpable;
the room was dimmer like a fog filled it.
   We traded hands several times, screwed my twat and my ass, pulled my
clit, twisted and pulled my nipples and screamed out our love and joy.  Bob
and I barely controlled our bodies; the energy was so intense it was
interfering with the nerves and our spirit-control!
   Bob told us, _"*Surf's up*, dudes.  Time to surf the tsunami!"_
   The four of us worked together.  Bob pushed both his cocks into me as
far as they would go and came hard with both of them.  We _felt_ Don and
Kat come at the same time.
   Bob's cocks swelled and flexed; the tsunami swept us upwards as the
energy contracted rapidly into us, pushing us upwards.  We _SCREAMED_ and
_told_ each other of our pleasure and love.  Our bodies locked up and shook
as the tsunami carried us higher.  I expected it to break every second, but
it kept building more.
   The energy pressure was forcing us out of our bodies.  Bob toppled us
over on our sides, gave my clit a final pinch, and we popped outside,
leaving a small streamer behind to send us some sensations.
   The house quieted.  We _heard_ our bodies thrashing and panting.  The
tsunami finally crested and we were on the top!
   For a long wonderful moment we sat on the apex then Bob gave us a gentle
push and we surfed down the face.
   No longer did we climax, we *were* the climax!  We _pulled_ the energy
into ourselves, _shared_ it and released it as tremendous flares of
rapture. Probably some mundanes were getting a touch, but we directed it
upwards and outwards.
   ------
   BOB (Saturday late morning 2/25)
   That's *surfin'*, Dude!  We slid down the face and pulled as much of the
energy from our bodies as we could; they still thrashed and moaned as
residual energy slowly bled from the nerves.  They were safe, so we let
them go completely.
   We pulled up and slid along the face of the wave for a while as we
laughed, danced and sang songs of happiness and love.  We _felt_ Clann
members join us, sharing our joy.  Pat and Val _sang_ a
hauntingly-beautiful _song_ to celebrate our passion.
   Hell, even Susan and Raymond from Redmond came to visit.  Susan told us,
_"I gotta get me some of that!  It's been so damned long I've forgotten how
it could be."_
   Raymond gallantly offered, _"Come dance with me, Susan.  A little
laughter, a little fun..."_
   Susan laughed, _"Accepted with pleasure!"_
   They _merged_ briefly and their glow flared alongside the tsunami. 
Another successful match?  Who knows?
   We slid down the face again, releasing the energy in long streams which
we twisted into intricate tapestries of joy, love and life.  The Clann
danced and sang with us until finally the tsunami ran itself out on the
sands of paradise.
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Late Saturday morning 2/25)
   Hot dayum!  Be Jaysus!  Fuck!  THAT was intense!  I'd figured it would
be very pleasurable with Don, but the Sorcerer turned it into something
we'd never forget.
   We came back and _inspected_ our bodies.  They twitched every five
minutes or so but were doing fine; we let them sleep it off.  There was
pussy juice, male and female ejaculate and sweat everywhere.  Don had made
me come so much and so hard my bed had a wet spot several feet across!
   We roamed around outside for a while.  Ana firmed up the training
appointments for the afternoon and we went off exploring the jungles of
Southeast Asia.
   We found lost cities, treasure, pagan idols, the whole bit!  They were
so buried or inaccessible it was no wonder they'd been lost.  Felt a bit
like the Jungle Book, it did.
   About 11:30 we went back and stirred up the bodies.  Don carried me into
the shower; he's not as strong as Bob, but he still diddled me nicely on
the way and got my nipples hard again with his kisses.  He's sooo nice; I'm
glad he's my "Daddy"!
   FOOD!  I won't say we used up my entire board money for lunch, but we
definitely stuffed our faces.  Even Geeser came in purring and got an extra
bite.
   Bob and Don cleaned up, the darlings!  Guess we'll get them all taught a
man's duties eventually; fortunately today they'd started at the Fuck Women
stage!
   ------
   (Saturday afternoon 2/25)
   Nana and Seanathair were the first ones here for training.  They came
in, stopped, took big sniffs and leered at Don and Ana.  Nana gave Don a
hug and kiss on the mouth.  She whispered something in his ear which made
his eyes get a lot bigger.  Seanathair hugged and kissed Ana and her eyes
got big too as he whispered to her.  He hugged me, caressed my butt and
whispered, "Sometime..." My granddad is such a *nice* dirty old man!
   The Wild Bunch was next.  They sniffed the air; Janet and Bellana hugged
and kissed Don thoroughly while Henry nailed Ana.
   Patrick and Valerie appeared.  Yeh, their bodies were a little awkward
yet (don't I remember that age!), but they had an air of total
self-confidence and competence.  After their sniffs and grins, Patrick
lightly hugged and kissed Ana; he whispered something that made her blush!
   Valerie squeaked, "Daddy!" and gave Don what appeared to be a very light
hug and kiss; she barely touched him, but when she let go he almost fell
down.  Gobsmacked!
   
  
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