Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Assassin
Part: Chapter 2 of 27
Summary: Ass, sass and sin.  A young assassin does more 
than befriend people when he tries to get close to his 
targets.
Keywords: Mf-nosex, exhib
Language: English
Copyright: 2009

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|                       Roof over                       |
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+--+~~~+--+---+~~+--+~~~+--+-+--+~~~+-+~~~+---+--+~~~+--+
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|  Roger  | Bath |  Comp   | :  Guest |  Bath |  Anna   |
|         |  M   |    TV   +-+        |   F   |         |
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+..+--+===+--+===+-----+===+-+===+----+===+---+===+--+..+
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+--+..+===+____+----+--===---------+---------+-===+..+--+
|         |____:....|              :   WIR   |          |
|  Brent  |____:....|    Parents   |_________|  Study   |
|         |____:....|              :         |    &     |
|         |____:....|              | Bath ES |  Office  |
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        Upper Floor

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+--+~~~~~~~~~~~+--+~=~=~=~+--+~~~~~+--+~~~~~+-+===+-+---+
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|                                   Kitchen   |     |   /
|      Family/TV                              |     +===+
|                                             : Laundry |
|                     +   +  Informal         :    &    /
|                     |   |   Dining  +-+===+-+ Utility /
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+---------+   +-------+   |           |                 |
|         :               +           |                 |
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| Dining  +====+____+         Lounge  |     Garages     /
|         | S  :____|     +           |                 |
|         | t  :____|     |           |                 /
|         | o  :____|     |           |                 /
|         | r  :____|     |           |                 |
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When I assumed my role as Roger Torrent in order to get 
close to some nasty people who didn't deserve to live I 
knew I would have a foster-sister.

I just didn't appreciate that she would be the 
resourceful, stubborn type who would complicate matters 
when she noticed me creeping across the roof late one 
night as I returned to my room.

She spent several nights waiting to catch me to prove I 
was a Peeping Tom and grew more frustrated when I failed 
to appear.

Friday changed that!

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Pete - my school friend with the car - asked me what I 
had planned for the evening.  I told him "Nothing" and 
was promptly included as part of a group meeting 
together.  A group which included Mark and Kyra - the 
Pringle twins and two of my favourite people.

I shared Gym with Mark on Monday afternoons so we hadn't 
met yet.  Kyra was in my Pol. Sci. class but so far she 
only knew me as "the new guy".  I'd seen her looking with 
the rest though so she didn't object to me.

They both knew Phil, the boyfriend of Anna's semi-friend 
Stacey, so I wouldn't be a total outsider and I knew 
enough of the likes and dislikes of at least four or five 
to be able to fit in.

That didn't include Anna though and when I told Ma I had 
been asked out and sought confirmation of my curfew Anna 
headed to her room and "studied" until I was gone.

Elsie reacted as I intended.  I hadn't asked if I could 
go out - I wasn't giving her that much power over my 
social life - but I had asked for a clear statement of 
the "house rules".

She checked who I would be with and saw no problem but 
made the point about alcohol or weed or worse.  I said 
the right reassuring things which I'm sure she didn't 
quite believe.  She might have been surprised how I could 
handle my beer.  I could sit on a glass for ages before 
swapping it for someone else's.  If they were 
particularly careless they would be taking alternate sips 
out of both glasses until they had consumed two to my 
none.

Alcohol dulled the reflexes and spoilt your aim.  Drugs 
could be as bad or worse.  I enjoyed adrenalin instead.

I had dinner with the others (except Anna who ate in her 
room) and Pete picked me up.  Simon and Graham were 
already in the car and I had to squeeze in next to an 
attractive young lady I hadn't yet met - Graham's 
girlfriend Eleanor.  He was rather protective of her and 
that was the only time I got that close to her.  If he 
could have done so without looking ridiculous I think he 
would have gotten Pete to stop while *HE* took the middle 
seat.

I couldn't see Eleanor putting up with Graham's jealousy 
for long though and made a point not to give Graham cause 
to consider me as a "problem" - but other than that you 
couldn't find a nicer guy.

We went to a pool hall where we waited outside in the car 
for the others to arrive.  A second car turned up; it 
turned out to be Phil and Stacey together with another 
couple, Ron and Donna.  I was going to struggle with 
names by the end of the evening - deliberately.  Ron had 
a large bottle of cola which he passed around.  I "took" 
a swig with lips pressed securely together and asked 
afterwards, "What is it?"

"JB," was the reply and from the smell I got the feeling 
there was probably half a bottle mixed in with the cola.

Car Three - Jim driving with Mark beside him while Kyra 
sat in the back with Jim's girlfriend Marnie.

Car Four - Trev and Kev, sans dates.  Perhaps they just 
preferred hanging out with the guys...and *THEIR* dates.

We finished off the plastic bottle - quickly now the 
numbers had increased - and went inside together.  It was 
nothing like the dimly lit, smoke-filled dens of iniquity 
our fathers might have frequented in their youth.  
Instead it was well lit and aimed to get the sector of 
the population with the most to spend - its youth - to 
see it as a desirable gathering place and to present 
itself to their parents as a safe form of entertainment.

Thus it had no liquor licence and kept any suggestion of 
drugs well outside even the car park.  If kids had a cola 
though - well no-one looked too closely provided they 
didn't show more signs of inebriation than could be put 
down to the foibles and hijinks of youth.

The girls weren't just eye candy or arm ornaments.  They 
played too and they played well.  I could hold my own, 
though I wasn't the best there by any means.  James Bond 
might excel in everything he did but I was no super-spy.

Some tables would finish before the others and so we 
stood by talking and watching until we could swap 
partners; during the evening we all got to play with or 
against each other at least once.  I found myself 
standing with Kyra watching Mark.  It was purely 
accidental.  Okay, don't believe me.

"I'm surprised you both came alone.  Mark's certainly got 
the physique to attract the girls and you, well if I may 
say so without causing offence, you are simply stunning."

Kyra looked at me.  I had complimented her - possibly 
trying to pick her up - but no-one had ever fed her a 
line before that starting with how great her brother 
looked.  She ended up eventually saying a simple "Thank 
you".

It must have been a further puzzle since it was doubtful 
any but she and I knew Mark had not sought out the ladies 
because he preferred the guys and had not made any moves 
in that direction since he was still of an age and in a 
community where homosexuality was still an issue - often 
a physically painful one for some.  Kyra had also put her 
love-life on hold since she was sure someone getting 
close to her would find out her brother's secret.  It 
actually made them easier to approach since I could work 
my way closer to Mark while using Kyra as cover that 
would be more acceptable to our peers and her family.

"So where did you come from?"  Kyra decided to open a 
civil conversation between us rather than effectively 
giving me a cold shoulder by simply smiling and moving 
off.  I responded but kept my eyes on the game before us.  
Kyra can't have helped but notice.

The game finished and I turned to her.  "Shall we 
challenge the winners?"

That would be Mark and Trev.

---

I was home on time and my foster parents found nothing in 
my appearance to criticise.  They made polite query about 
my evening and then we all went to our beds.

I let the house grow quiet and made my way out again.  I 
peeked into Anna's room as I went past - the gap was 
wider this time but there was no light and I saw no 
movement.

Once more though, she spotted my shadow when she should 
have been asleep.  Jumping out of bed, she was too slow; 
by the time she had rushed to the window, I had already 
dropped to the ground and was at the front of the house 
before she opened the window.

Suspicious, she silently made her way to my room.  The 
door was locked but she knew where to find the emergency 
release tool - a long nail-like spike - and tiptoed 
downstairs to collect it.

I was two blocks away - loping silently through the 
streets and avoiding cars and people - when she proved my 
room was empty, and I, some sort of Houdini.  Anna went 
back to her room, determined to wait all night to catch 
me this time.

To catch me and find out exactly what I was up to.

---

Four blocks away the neighbourhood would definitely be 
classed as commercial - if mainly up-market retail.  
There were also hotels, motels and apartments.  I had 
contacts, none of whom would stay more than four to five 
days at a time, or in the same place.  I avoided the 
surveillance cameras, made my report and picked up the 
"supplies" I wanted.

Then came the more dangerous trip home.

---

Anna heard a dog barking in the neighbourhood and that 
woke her where she was sitting by the window.  She pushed 
it open so she could hear any further sounds more 
clearly.

My feet made no noise but the straps of my small backpack 
scraped over the side of the roof as I hoisted myself up.  
It was enough.

As I eased under her window Anna was looking down at me.  
"Do you want me to scream now?"

She was lucky I wasn't armed or she might not have had an 
opportunity to scream.  I had spun around, my "Fight-or-
Fight" reflexes coming to the fore.  There was no attempt 
at flight - merely a decision to make my blow fatal or 
not.

I had almost wet myself and looking up I could now see 
where Anna had slid the pane of glass up so the mesh, 
normally hidden in the wall below, replaced it.

"Surprise."

Anna's quiet comment defused the situation.  She would 
never know how lucky she was.  I was certainly happy I 
didn't have to burn down this house or worse to cover up 
her death.

"I think we should both happen to need a midnight snack 
downstairs, don't you?  You want coffee?"

I just nodded.

"See you there then."

Anna closed her window again and the curtains and left me 
to seek my own room.  I ignored the telltales - they were 
meaningless now - and hurriedly began to pad out one of 
the explanations I had ready if I was caught.

I hadn't expected Anna to do the catching and I dreaded 
including *THAT* in my next report.  I might be assigned 
her next just to cover my tracks if my target was deemed 
to be a serious enough problem.

---

"Here."

"Thanks."

"You want a sandwich or something."

"Yeah, ta."

"Ham, cheese and tomato okay?"

"Please."

I looked at Anna as she put the makings together.  Light 
silk PJs - boxer shorts and button up top with loose 
kimono-style robe.  I found myself stirring within my own 
boxer shorts.  (I also wore a loose t-shirt as a top and 
a towelling robe.)

"You go out often?  Tuesday and tonight at least.  Is it 
only my window you peer into?"

That was how I found out about her nightly vigils.

"I get restless."

"Restless buying? or selling?"

"Neither.  I don't get involved with drugs."

"So what then?"

I had to consider how best to respond.  Anna didn't seem 
to mind me being a "bad boy" - just how bad I was to be 
was the question.

"Just looking around the neighbourhood.  You know."

"No, actually.  I do my looking around when it is light."

"Just seeing how people live, what they are driving.  
Seen some nice cars around the place but they are all 
garaged at night."

"So you like nice cars?"

"You might say that."

"Faster the better?"

"Certainly."

Anna must have thought she had my measure.

"Same with your women?"

"How do you mean?"

"Faster the better!"

I grinned.  "Oh, I don't mind taking time with some 
things."

We had kept our voices down so we couldn't be heard with 
any clarity and so we could hear anyone coming 
downstairs.  We sat opposite each other at the table - 
quite innocently apart if anyone *SHOULD* look why the 
light was on.

Anna leaned back.

"What were you hoping to see in my window then?"

She slid a hand inside her gown and, though I couldn't 
actually see her grip her breast, the back of her hand 
moved under the fabric in an appropriate manner to pique 
my interest.

"I was curious I guess.  I figured you were asleep so I 
didn't really expect anything."

"You weren't expecting me to speak to you, that's for 
sure."

Another grin.  "Agreed."

"So how did you get out?"

"The flyscreen comes loose."

"How easily?"

"Fairly.  Why?"  I didn't really need to ask.

Anna's bare foot slid up my leg, a toenail scraping 
gently along my calf.

"Perhaps you could fix my screen and you wouldn't have to 
go as far when you were feeling restless."

"Mmm.  What did you have in mind?  I'm not supposed to go 
into your room."

"I'm kind of sure that you're not supposed to leave yours 
by your window during the night either."  Her foot moved 
past my knee and she played with the hem of my boxer 
shorts.

"I don't see there is much difference, do you?"

I couldn't argue with her.  "Not a lot, no."

"We can't get involved as far as my family is concerned 
but there is nothing to say that we can't have some quiet 
fun on our own, surely?"

Wasn't it the guys who were supposed to get the girls to 
fool around?

I made an attempt to keep matters platonic.

"Er, actually there was someone I am kinda interested in.  
Sorry."

"You've only been here a couple of days; it can't be that 
serious yet.  Let's see what we can arrange - you might 
decide you don't need her."

I considered announcing it was a him but I was sure Anna 
would try to play the "Gays only need to experience a 
real woman" card.

I gave in.  "Why not.  It sounds an attractive 
suggestion."

"So you *DO* like me!"

"You arranged all this while seriously doubting that?  Of 
course I like you!  Move your foot a little higher and 
you'll see what sitting across from you has done.  It's 
been like that since you were making the sandwiches."

Her foot found the hardness and she gently rubbed her 
sole along it.

"Is it often like that?"

"Well, let's say I might have been looking in your window 
for a memory to keep me company while I softened it up 
again."

Anna took a couple of seconds.

"You jerk off thinking of me!?"

"Shhh!"

We were silent for a second, listening for the least sign 
of movement.

Safe, Anna released her breast and slowly, seductively, 
undid her buttons one by one.  She spread the top as she 
went, an ever-widening V until her navel was mostly 
visible, the view obscured by the edge of the table every 
time she leaned a little forward.

Watching me the whole time to make sure my attention was 
focussed, Anna then moved her top completely out of the 
way.  She was most gratified when the object under her 
foot twitched in response.

"Will this tide you over until tomorrow night?  If you 
come and visit me then you can refresh your memory."

"Deal," I said.  She really was worth the distraction, I 
only hoped she didn't jeopardise the mission.

Anna re-buttoned her top, far more quickly than she had 
unbuttoned it.  Flashing had seemed like a good way of 
spurring on my interest; being discovered with her 
breasts exposed seemed like an even better way of ruining 
her chances of taking advantage of me now that she had me 
in her clutches.

Since she was inviting me into *HER* room, Anna 
considered she would be safe enough.  If I tried to take 
things further than she intended a scream would bring 
reinforcements and she could successfully protest her 
blameless status.

I helped her rinse and dry our plates and cups.  We could 
have left them on the sink but there would be less 
questions if there was also no proof that we had been up.

Anna checked the staircase and then turned quickly back 
to me in the kitchen.  With an arm thrown hastily around 
my neck we had our first kiss.  It was violent, sensual 
and I was taken back by Anna's fervour.  When I responded 
in kind she moaned into my mouth and pressed her breasts 
hard against my chest.

I moved my lips beside her ear, took a hand and moved it 
to my prick.  "A little memory for you to take to *YOUR* 
bed," I whispered.

She squeezed affectionately.  "I'll think of you thinking 
of me, shall I?"

My hand found her breast.  It was an uninvited contact - 
each time she had touched my penis had been due to me.  
Anna did not object, in fact she gave me another kiss 
that was almost enough to get me to unfasten her window 
then and there.

We sensibly retired to our own rooms instead though she 
led me up the stairs in a manner that would have been 
sure to cause parental disapproval.

---

"You coming to soccer?  Hurry up if you are!"

I felt like I'd barely closed my eyes.  Yes, I had heard 
Anna played soccer.  No, I hadn't associated that with 
Saturday mornings.  No, I hadn't contemplated rising 
quite this early.

I am a night person; even a creature of the night if you 
prefer.  I could however function at the other end of the 
clock - once I was vertical - and a quick shower and some 
of Ma's excellent coffee kept me awake.

We had to pick up a couple of other girls and Ma 
positioned Anna up front - I think in an effort to 
introduce me to more females.  Anna didn't appreciate it 
but couldn't very well sit back there with me and let one 
of the others have the front seat.

She would have much preferred I had it though than to 
have to see me shift into the middle so I was surrounded 
by two young athletic ladies in silky tops and shorts.  
Realistically, except for the buttons, there was little 
difference between their uniforms and Anna's PJs.

The morning was cool and the other parents and various 
family members as enthusiastic as Ma.  It was a closely 
contested match until late in the second half when Anna 
centred a corner kick perfectly and her team-mate sunk 
what was to be the only goal of the match.

They came off excited and happy and though I'm not sure I 
deserved to be part of the group hug I certainly 
participated equally when dragged into it.  Ma couldn't 
complain - she'd swung me in a circle when the goal had 
been acknowledged by the ref.

The ride home was noisier, and smellier, and seemed to 
involve hands in contact with thighs.  Their hands - my 
thighs!  What was with all these girls!?

When Hailey left I returned the favour with a final 
congratulatory pat.  Those legs were well-muscled yet 
smooth to the touch.  It was really a shame I wasn't 
going to be here for more than a month or so.

Though left with room to spread out, I simply kept my 
seatbelt buckled and that was that.

Rosalee took it as a positive sign and snuggled closer, 
her hand making a more obvious move up along my leg.  I 
leaned forward to cover us from the front and, while 
talking to Ma and Anna, let my finger run along Rosalee's 
bicep.

Since she was almost as far north as she could go without 
finding Santa's workshop and wasn't squawking as my 
fingers "accidentally" moved closer to her breast I 
openly closed the distance and found a hard nipple 
barricaded behind her sports bra.  She retaliated and I 
could have used a jelly mould to keep my sensitive parts 
safe.

Luckily that was all there was time for before it was her 
turn to be dropped off.  She took my hand and squeezed my 
fingers as she said, "It was nice to meet you Roger.  I 
hope you will come to our other games - you seem to have 
brought us luck."

"Well I seem to be the lucky one, spending my morning 
with four lovely girls."

Rosalee got her fingers squeezed in turn.  Let her think 
I intended the compliment for her alone.

Ma snorted and called me "silver-tongued" then said 
goodbye in recognition of Rosalee's thanks.

---

Anna turned to me as we drove into our street.

"You've got a screwdriver in your toolbox haven't you?"

"Yes, though I don't know if whether it's any good for 
what you want."

"I've got a shelf that's a little loose in my room.  
Would you mind tightening it for me please?"

I looked at Ma.  "If that's okay."

"You can do it while I go through the shower," Anna 
jumped in ahead of any decision.

"Yes, that would be good of you Roger if you wouldn't 
mind."

---

There was nothing wrong with the shelves and Anna's 
screen soon matched mine, easily sliding back into the 
wall cavity when detached from the bottom of the window 
frame when the pane of glass was lifted up.  I wondered 
if I should make Brent's window and even those in the 
other rooms the same so I could deny responsibility but 
decided it was too much work if I wasn't staying.

As I closed Anna's bedroom door I heard the bathroom door 
open.  It was just a small gap but I could see a strip up 
Anna's body that went from the left side of her pubes to 
above her right nipple and the centre of a tilted but 
broad smile.

"You be sure to come back *LATER*."  Anna closed the door 
quietly and finished drying herself.

I went downstairs.  "Anything else while I'm on a roll?"

Elsie suddenly looked like her daughter and I had a 
vision of the beautiful woman Anna would likely grow 
into.  Not a stunner but certainly someone granted a MILF 
rating by her children's male friends.

Maybe Anna's provocation had made me horny but it was 
more fun to think of the woman sitting in front of me as 
Elsie rather than Ma or Mrs. Jamieson.

Elsie's face looked puzzled and I guess some of my 
thoughts must have shown on my dial.  I'm normally more 
discrete.  Honesty was likely to be the safest policy - a 
little honesty anyway.

"You know, I can see the resemblance between you and 
Anna.  Brent looks more like Doug.  I was right earlier - 
I was in the car with four lovely ladies.  Actually, it's 
almost like being in Venice Beach in L.A. - everywhere 
you look, gorgeous women.  I didn't think that happened 
this side of the Rockies."

Elsie snorted again but not so convincingly this time.  
Any woman likes to be appreciated and most can tell a 
sincere compliment from bullshit.  In the car I could 
have been spouting pure fluff since I was making a 
general comment to Rosalee that had included Elsie as a 
matter of politeness.  This time was different.

"No," I said to contradict her expression (how ever 
small) of disbelief, "look at the two teams today.  Now 
I'll grant you there are a few who don't qualify for 
model thinness but I suspect they were mainly muscle.  
They were all fit and most were easy on the eye.  I don't 
consider that all to look for in a girl but if you are 
male and standing on the sideline it's not a punishment."

"Why do you think I send Doug into work," Elsie laughed.  
"Anna is going to be hungry.  Fancy some flapjacks for 
brunch?"

With a simple, unconscious gesture, Elsie suddenly became 
Ma.  It was a trick I would find useful and I closed my 
eyes to try to visualise the before and after expressions 
while I answered.

Ma must have thought it was blissful anticipation.  "I 
hope the pancakes live up to your expectations."

---

Anna asked me if I wanted to go with her to the Mall.  I 
did have some purchases to make so I agreed.

"Do you have a licence? asked Ma.

"An interstate one.  Oregon."

"When Doug gets home he can see how well you manage and 
maybe you will be able to use the car from time to time."

I could drive anything from a single cylinder scooter up 
to a bus or heavy duty rig with tandem trailer.  I had 
learned to cope with rally driving and off road and could 
also spin on little more than my own car's length if I 
needed to go back where I came from.  I doubted any of 
that was likely to make Doug part willingly with the keys 
to his family sedan.

>>>
     Training had begun as soon as I was picked up.  If
     you've seen the movie with Bridget Fonda you can
     imagine part of the picture.  Take away the
     hostility and psychopathic beginnings; add in a
     willingness to learn; combine with an organisation
     that is ten shades darker than midnight, with the
     money and staff to support a group of people
     dedicated to the principal of justice rather than
     just law - or more frequently un-just law.

     My real classmates were much like me though most
     were several years older.  We went where the law
     couldn't or sometimes wouldn't go for reasons of
     graft, politics or PR.  We applied a justice that
     solved certain problems and in doing so we might
     cause some collateral damage, even some friendly
     fire damage.  I preferred not to have too many
     others but I knew that the cases I dealt with would,
     if left unattended, result in a much higher body
     count of more or less innocent people.

     How many?  I didn't keep count of either the
     principals or the others.  I have been trained, not
     to forget them, but rather to remember the whys and
     the people who wouldn't suffer.  I sleep at night
     and so will possibly hundreds who might not have if
     I hadn't been chosen.
<<<

---

It was a half block to the bus stop and then a short ride 
but Anna just looked at me when I suggested we walk.  I 
resolved to try and convince her to try it on the way 
home.  She was fit - I'd seen her run around the pitch 
that morning - but apparently physical exercise didn't 
include shopping trips, at least until one had to walk 
around the actual mall.

Arriving, Anna led me straight away to her father's store 
where the staff greeted her.  "Hi.  This is Roger - he 
lives with us now."  I got checked out - one eye contact 
and approving appraisal suggested Mark Pringle wasn't 
alone in town - and we were asked for our orders.

Anna insisted on ordering for me - "You'll love it," she 
assured me.

When it came it was vanilla-flavoured coffee with caramel 
instead of sugar and a hint of chilli which unexpectedly 
enhanced the other flavours.  It *WAS* delicious and I 
said so.  We sat in a booth by the window and watched the 
passing crowd.

"Dad's at the other store today.  He might drop in before 
he goes home so we might be able to get a ride home with 
him."

That meant I would need to be careful in case he saw us 
and checked on my behaviour.  I might not give him any 
concerns about Anna but I didn't want any other 
activities closely scrutinised either.

"So where do you want to go, or are you just generally 
window shopping?"

Anna named a couple of clothing stores she wanted to 
check out.  The new lines were due in and she could see 
what she wanted to convince her mother she just *HAD* to 
have.  Then, as well, she might just find a few things 
that her mother would not consent to buy but which would 
fit within Anna's own budget.

"What about you?"

"Well I need to get some money out of a hole in the wall 
and I see there's an electronics shop here that might 
have some kits."  I also needed to get some condoms but I 
didn't say that.  I had left those behind when I made my 
report the previous evening.  It might seem silly, even 
boy scouts are supposed to "be prepared" but while a 
flick-knife might get you a stern lecture, being found 
with a condom by a teenage girl's father is likely to 
lead to a situation where you want the flick-knife.

However, circumstances had changed and being found in the 
girl's bedroom *WITHOUT* a condom was likely to lead to 
more trouble than having one to hand (if not actually 
on).

Which raised a problem.  I had no idea who knew Doug and 
Ma, people who would likely pass on a bit of information 
about a young man - perhaps resembling me - in the 
company of their only, and highly nubile, daughter who 
was purchasing condoms by the wheelbarrow load.

Okay the last is an exaggeration - a slight exaggeration.

I could try to go back to my contact (also dodgy during 
daylight) or try to get there tonight and still meet 
Anna.  Timing would be difficult.

That left a drop at the mall.  Spy-craft at its simplest 
and yet highly awkward.

"Can I meet you at the shoe shop?  I just need to find 
the bathrooms for a minute."

"I'll wait here, there's no hurry and the shop is slow 
enough that they won't need the table."

"Okay.  Won't be long."

I found the mall directory and both telephones and 
toilets.  I made a quick call from the public phone; my 
mobile was more for show.

"East Mall.  Need two dozen rubbers and lube in 
Electronics store bag with assorted resistors and size 5 
project box.  One hour."  I named the stores Anna was 
interested in and got a terse okay.  They would do it 
though they tried to avoid security cameras - especially 
in the presence of a primary.  They probably wouldn't 
work with me again for a year of two.  I hoped that 
didn't piss them off though there was nothing I could do 
about it.

I grabbed some more money - I was a teenager, I was 
expected to fritter it away.  This account would be 
closed when the job was done and the couple of thousands 
it still contained would go back to whichever silent fund 
it had come from.  It certainly wasn't my money; that was 
in a numbered account in Switzerland where I could draw 
on it in my retirement in maybe five or ten or, if I 
remained with my employers in some other role, perhaps 
even twenty years.

I already had more than Doug and Ma even if they sold the 
franchised stores at full market value.  I sat on a 
retainer of $180G a year (tax free since even the 
revenuer's couldn't be told about my earnings) with a 
further $250G per project.  This one required 
infiltration and would take four, five, six weeks tops; 
another might require three days.  I would quite easily 
retire to the identity that was being carefully crafted 
for me as I worked.  When the time came I would have a 
fully documented history of who I was and how I had made 
the money that I would then delight in spending.

I returned to the coffee shop.

"Can we go to the electronics shop first?  Please.  It's 
only over there and I'll follow you around as you want 
then."

"Oh, okay."

I picked out a packet of resisters I didn't need and the 
plastic box that I had specified.  That might come in 
handy.  I also picked out a remote controlled car - one 
which resembled a car crushing monster truck with big 
wheels and high suspension.  When you're only 40cm long 
you need the clearance to get up kerbs and over rocks.

Anna just shook her head.  "Boys and their toys!"

---

I could have made some snide remark about girls and 
shopping with little difficulty as I waited while she 
tried on yet another outfit.

I was glad Anna had agreed to go to the electronics store 
first.  There would have been hell to pay if I'd called 
my contact in and hadn't even had time to get my own 
matching bag.  An hour wouldn't have been enough.

He had eyeballed me as I signalled Anna had about 15 
minutes left in here and went off to grab a coffee of his 
own while I prepared my shoelace.  The last thing we 
needed was a security guard chatting to my contact about 
why he found the one store window so interesting.

I confess that shopping is one of the most boring 
experiences I can think of - including the time I spent 
thirty-six hours on a roof top with stale sandwiches and 
a plastic spring water bottle to pee in while waiting for 
an opportunity to close a little relay that would 
accidentally result in a car running a red light that 
appeared green.  The car struck a truck and he arrived at 
hospital with such severe internal bleeding that he was 
pronounced DOA except he really went to a small 
sanatorium with only cuts and bruises where he spilled a 
lot more than beans.

I also confess that watching Anna changed all that.

There was a sheer delight on her face as she looked at 
item after item that I cannot explain.  There was nothing 
special that I could see.  Clothes were clothes!  That 
doesn't mean I have no taste.  I scrub up pretty well 
when required and, if I can't quite tell a genuine Prada 
or Gucci from a knock off, I could do a good enough job 
coordinating outfits to be able to advise Anna sensibly 
about her choices.

It was really simply a matter of choosing suitable colour 
and tone combinations to produce a desired result based 
on fabrics and cut under consideration.

If you wanted an outfit that said responsibility you 
couldn't mix it with one that said "party girl," "sporty" 
or especially "slutty".

If you wanted to stand out you couldn't dress like every 
second tired mother on welfare unless there weren't any 
of them in your neighbourhood in which case you probably 
stood out for the wrong reasons.

An excess of stripes or dots or lace or purple or orange 
was not good and Anna found she liked what I suggested 
when she looked in the mirror more often than she did her 
initial choices.

She appeared from time to time in the entrance to the 
dressing rooms and I have to say that she too scrubbed up 
nicely.

We walked out of the store at the sixteen minute mark 
with one extra-nice outfit and Anna's smile at the others 
she was sure she could get Ma to okay.  I trod on my lace 
before striding off and took two steps before noticing 
it.

"Hang on."

I put my parcels and Anna's into a free spot on one of 
the benches and sat to tie my lace.  When I stood and 
reclaimed them I chose the wrong one of two similar bags 
and that was that.  We moved on to the shoe store.

---

Brent was home - with a couple of friends in front of the 
main TV which left the upstairs one free for a while but 
we had other things to do.

Anna told her mother she had a surprise for her and 
hurried to her room while I made us all a coffee.

Ma was speechless when she saw Anna's outfit.  It wasn't 
that it was so special but rather that it was so right 
for Anna.  The colour matched her hair and complexion; 
the length matched her body; the cut was trendy enough 
that a teen would be happy and modest enough that her 
parents would be as well; the material looked like 
quality and the price, though not cheap, was affordable.

Anna might have managed one or two qualities in an outfit 
before but never so many at the same time.

"Roger helped me pick it."

Ma looked at me.  "You'll have to come with me next time 
I need something.  It looks lovely on you, Anna."

Anna went to show off to Brent and his friends and 
actually distracted them from the game though Brent could 
not admit his sister looked anything other than a 
tomboyish pest even though he was rather proud his 
friends repeated their appraisals of Anna as "HOT!" after 
she had left the room.

---

I spent the afternoon trying out my new toy and I guess 
showing off to Anna.  It was easy enough to mark out an 
obstacle course in the back yard.  I ran the monster 
truck around it at a moderate pace a couple of times then 
gave Anna the controls and explained a little about the 
technique.

Forward-back, left and right.  Not much to learn there 
and you'd be absolutely right.  The controls needed very 
little explanation.  However "as you approach the curve, 
swing out wide then come in sharply" needs a little more 
explanation about momentum and acceleration - especially 
as one actually approaches the curve.

Of course Anna sent the truck everywhere but on the 
course.  She did complete the circuit but the only time 
she was between the left and right boundaries was as she 
crossed from one side to the other.

I showed her again that it was possible and she showed me 
that it wasn't so I demonstrated at high speed with the 
back sliding around the corners as I rapidly dropped the 
power to the motor while the front was turning and then 
blasted it back to full speed while straightening the 
wheels.  Inertia turned the car more sharply and I was 
headed back before Anna realised I had completed the 
corner.

"I hope you don't actually drive like that Roger."

"You don't get hurt if you roll one of these," I 
responded to Doug.  "It's different in real life.  I've 
seen people cut out of cars."

I put them there.  Still, I *DIDN'T* drive like that 
simply because I had successfully avoided getting myself 
into a situation that required such techniques to 
extricate oneself.

"Have a go."  I handed the controls over and soon Doug 
was managing the course.  Well certainly better than 
Anna.

---

I hadn't received an invitation anywhere for Saturday 
night, and would have had difficulty getting free of Anna 
without later complications if I had asked her to go 
somewhere, so I spent the evening in front of the idiot 
box with the others after going for a jog while it was 
still light.

I didn't ask Anna to join me and I think her parents were 
grateful for an opportunity for some two-on-one time to 
reinforce their views about appropriate behaviour.

Anna's behaviour *WAS* different when I returned.  She 
wasn't rebellious but rather subtly gloating.

"Let them impose all the rules they want," she seemed to 
be saying, "but I've got a secret they don't know about."

I had counselled her briefly in the mall as to how we 
needed to behave together.  To disarm her parents until 
they were willing to accept us being together I would 
*HAVE* to appear tolerant but aloof.  We wouldn't be able 
to sit looking at each other across the table or the 
lounge.  We would have to limit contact until we were 
alone but shouldn't jump apart if someone came upon us.

If we didn't they would keep such a close watch on us 
that we wouldn't have any chance to do anything.

I was in half a mind to sabotage our budding relationship 
but the view Anna had provided from the bathroom was 
really too tempting.  I was a male and there had to be 
*SOME* perks while I was young enough to enjoy them.

I didn't tell Anna that I had no expectations of her 
convincing her parents she didn't have a crush on me and 
thought that would work out better anyway.  They would be 
suspicious if there was nothing at all between us in the 
circumstances unless we absolutely loathed each other and 
persisted in ignoring the others presence except with the 
most strained politeness.

If they saw me looking elsewhere, playing the field even, 
they would relax.  Would Anna let me go that far though?  
Well she would have to in at least one case.

Eventually Anna expressed dissatisfaction with the 
program that was on and headed off to bed.  Ma and Doug 
got a kiss, I got half a wave and responded with "Night," 
turning back to the program as though I wasn't dying to 
rush after her.

When an ad break came on Doug asked me how I felt after 
my first few days.  I quite honestly thanked him for 
taking me in - he and his family had been quite welcoming 
and any lack of real need on my part was irrelevant to 
their generosity.  I said I liked the school - it *WAS* 
more impressive than my last actual high school - and 
that I had met a few people who looked like being 
friends.

"Any girls?"

"There's one I know from school who I saw last night and 
Ma introduced me to almost a dozen this morning."

"You seemed quite cosy in the back seat."

"I told you I was lucky."  Ma can't have seen how lucky.

"Well I know you might not think it my place to tell you 
what to do but at least think about the advice.  Your 
whole future will depend on the base you build for 
yourself in the next few years.  I know that when you are 
seventeen that seems so far away that you don't feel 
connected to it, but the choices you make will have 
consequences that could be good or bad.

"Like trying to apply the sort of driving techniques you 
showed in the yard to a real car or finding yourself tied 
down with a family of your own before you've made a place 
in the world where you can bring them up properly.  Or 
like getting a string of convictions for DUI or drugs or 
shoplifting or brawling instead.  I don't see you doing 
any of those things, you've proven a right personable 
young man - but I know even the best person can be lead 
astray in a weak moment."

Doug hadn't finished and I listened politely.

"I feel you can become a man people will respect for the 
right reasons - all I suggest for now is, when you are 
faced with choices, think for a second or two on where 
they might take you.  'Nuf preaching I guess."

"Thank you.  I don't object to sensible advice.  I guess 
my own Dad wasn't one to speak so straight.  When he was 
around he tended to let his hands tell what he wanted."

That little bit of truth left a silence in the room and 
the show starting up blessedly eased the tension.

I watched until the next ad break and then announced that 
I too would head up to my room and work on modifications 
for the monster truck.

My disclosure made it easier for my foster-parents to say 
goodnight and I suspected they might give me a little 
more space when I showed a need for quiet time in future.  
That could be handy.

I really did work on the model after a quick shower.  I 
needed to quieten the motor and add a couple of servo-
motors and a miniature camera.  Not all at once but I had 
time to get it ready.  I could have left it to some 
specialist in a workshop but they had already done the 
hard assembly and if examined there would be evidence 
that this was only a hacked toy rather than a 
sophisticated tool that I should never have owned.

Doug and Ma came up about 40 minutes later and tapped on 
my partly open door to say a final good night.  Next I 
heard them down the other end of the corridor telling 
Anna not to read too late even if she didn't have to get 
up early on Sunday then their door closed and I closed 
and locked mine.

Barring Brent waking us up when he came home that should 
be it for tonight.  I didn't know if he was likely to 
drink too much though my briefing did indicate a fondness 
for beer, however he might also get lucky and not return 
until late on Sunday!

I gave the olds a chance to remember anything they needed 
from downstairs before moving out.  I wondered if Anna 
was getting impatient.  Through the screen, across the 
roof - barefooted this time - and suddenly looking into 
the frazzled face of a horny teenage girl.

"Finally!"

"Shhh," I whispered.  "What will happen if your parents 
hear voices in your room?"

Anna nodded she understood.  "Sorry," she whispered back.

"Don't be.  I wish I could have been here sooner too."

I made to climb in.

"Wait!" Anna commanded.

"Huh?"

"Kneel down.  Please."

Okay, whatever!  I knelt on the slightly sloping roof 
that butted up to the upper storey just below Anna's 
window sill and steadied myself with the frame.

"I just want to see if it's worth letting you come in."

Her hands came through the open window and took hold of 
the waistband of my boxers.  She had to ease them over an 
obstruction but when she was finished she expressed her 
satisfaction.

"That's the first one I've seen up close."

She reached under my balls with one hand and grasped the 
shaft with her other.

"Not quite so hard please - especially with my balls."

"Sorry.  Should I kiss it better?"

Anna was being mischievous now.  I didn't really want to 
stay where I was when I might be spotted at anytime, 
unlikely though that would be.  I also liked the idea of 
feeling her lips on me though.  Damn!

"Let me in."

"You don't want a kiss then?"

"Perhaps I'd like to kiss you too."

"Oh!"  Did that mean...?

Anna let go and stepped back.  I put my feet through and 
limboed into the room.

Feet on the floor, I scuffed the carpet to remove any 
telltale footprints.  Grime on the floor could be dealt 
with, two bare footprints - obviously matching my feet - 
by the window might need more explanation.

Anna came to me, though my penis was still prominent 
above boxers at half mast, and I gave her a quite normal 
kiss that must have disappointed her.

I had tested the bed when I was in "repairing the shelf" 
and was satisfied it wasn't going to squeak or knock 
against the wall but the appearance of a bed that has 
been slept in by one person is quite different from that 
where two people have had little sleep.

Instead I took Anna's pillow and leaned it back by the 
wall under the window and pulled her down against me as I 
in turn leaned back against the soft cushion.  I had 
slipped my shorts completely off as I had organised 
things and, with her knees bent over the top of one of my 
legs and my other knee supporting her lower back, Anna 
snuggled against me.

I put my hand on the back of her head and pressed her 
mouth to mine.  Now that was more of a kiss and Anna 
responded as I hoped.

She had been a little afraid that I would do a Julius 
Caesar on her Britain.  Well "I saw, I conquered, I came" 
perhaps.  She wouldn't have put it in those terms though; 
I was the history buff.

Anna turned in my arms and grabbed the quilt from her bed 
and wrapped it around us before returning to my lips.  It 
was a nice slow *NORMAL* introduction after our initial 
bodily contact - if one ignored the fact that I was 
partly naked.  Anna might have been eager to find out 
more about sex but seemed to welcome a slower, more 
romantic seduction.

With her hip pressed against my penis Anna had nowhere to 
put her right hand so she slipped it behind my back 
across the top of her pillow while the left rested on my 
collarbone.  My right however was free to cup the soft 
young breast beneath her silken top.

I stroked her hair as well as we held each other close 
and smiled.  She saw my lips curl and turned to look at 
me.

"What?" she mouthed soundlessly.

"Nice," I aspirated.  One word said so much.

Anna smiled, nodded and kissed my chin before snuggling 
back against me.  I left her breast and opened the 
buttons with no complications or complaints.  I started 
from the bottom and worked my way up, leaving the one at 
the top of her sternum still buttoned and slid my hand 
over the bare flesh.

Anna kissed me with a serious passion.  Had I wanted, I 
am sure I could have taken her then and there and with no 
thought on her part to the consequences of the noise she 
was certain to make.

I don't make myself out to be a saint though.  I wanted.  
Oh, how I wanted.  I *DID* consider the consequences 
though, and I was well aware an unhurried approach was 
likely to turn Anna's adventurous lust into a complicated 
love for me.  Well things were complicated anyway and I 
wasn't immune from the situation myself though *I* could 
and would love her and leave her.

I was happy that I probably would not need the condoms 
tonight after all.  If I could find ways to satisfy Anna 
without taking her virginity (was she still intact?) it 
might make the break easier for her when the time came.  
Saying goodbye to a playmate would possibly be less 
painful than to an actual lover.

I did not yet know whether I would even get to say 
goodbye; usually I did a clean job and had a smooth 
extraction but if things got hairy I might get one of a 
range of "bug out" signals and simply become a runaway or 
the victim of a hit and run - with a closed coffin 
funeral.  Right at that moment though my thoughts were on 
the hard button my skilful fingers were playing with.

Anna was experiencing a range of new feelings and seemed 
ready to burst, either into song or from pent up 
pressure.  She was grinning foolishly at our situation - 
stealing illicit moments under her parents' noses - and 
the actual erotic pleasure I was generating in her body.

She wasn't actually unfamiliar with the ecstasy of orgasm 
but she had never been this close physically to someone 
in a sexual sense.  No matter what became of us nor of 
how many lovers she had I knew Anna would never forget 
this night.

I endeavoured to make it all the more memorable.

Anna opened her legs willingly as my hand moved down from 
her breast, making lazy circles over her belly before it 
found the soft patch of short curls.  I let just the tips 
of my fingers blaze a gentle trail back and forth through 
them.  Curls straightened and sprang back unseen between 
my fingers.  I teased her, edging closer to the soft 
thick pads that concealed her most personal secret and 
then moving almost out of the top of her thatch.

The fourth time I spoiled her mood, Anna took my nipple 
between thumb and finger and pinched.  I know she didn't 
expect the sudden reaction from beside her hip.

With a lighter touch she squeezed again and again I 
reacted.  She sensed the pleasure she was giving me and 
let her fingers travel around my chest and nipple, 
sometimes brushing, sometimes pressing; a pinch, a 
scratch - and in between, the softest, the hardest, the 
wettest kisses.

I rewarded her.  My fingers - spread wide as two pairs - 
slid over each side of her slit and the thinner lips were 
trapped between them.  I still avoided the centre but now 
I was closer than any other she remembered excepting 
herself.

Now the fingers resting behind my back were more like 
claws.  Though she did not actually press her nails into 
my flesh there were likely to be bruised spots - four of 
them - as evidence against us in the morning.  I had 
included a serious warning against telltale bite marks 
but some clues were going to be unavoidable.

My fingers followed the centre line with no attempt to 
spread her inner lips apart.  The anticipation she felt 
only made the pleasure stronger when I did invade.

I must have been doing something right for Anna arched 
her body, leaning her head right back to expose her 
throat as only a vampire could really appreciate.  I 
kissed the side of her neck and she shivered then turned 
to find my mouth with hers.  Forget my back!  My lips 
would bear bruises like Goth lipstick and would appear 
full of collagen.

Anna's tongue was halfway down my throat and I decided 
there wouldn't be a better moment.  A little wriggle and 
my fingers separated the soft surfaces with just a little 
more ease than opening a plastic bag in the fruit and veg 
section of the supermarket - though the outcome was more 
rewarding.

I eased my fingers into the wettest pussy I had 
experienced.

Well, being strict, I mean the wettest at first contact.  
Normally I had to walk my fingers along until I hit the 
jackpot but Anna had overflowed and my actions breached 
the dam walls!

In addition to learning how to drive in all conditions, I 
had acquired similar skills in other useful areas.  I 
don't profess to be as good at them as I am behind a 
wheel but it really is quite surprising how a little 
care, attention to detail, and compassion can make your 
partner feel you are one of the world's finest.  If you 
can leave them wanting more ("Only not just right now. 
Please!") you have succeeded.

I was well on my way to achieving that status with Anna.  
There was no need for me to coat the inner surfaces of 
her lips; instead my fingers soothed her swollen tissues 
and eased their way inside the cavity that may prove to 
be barricaded against further entry.

The way proved clear and I replaced fingertips with a 
more substantial thumb.  Anna gasped as it slid inside 
her and I pushed it to the hilt.  The thicker base of 
that digit pressed right around the opening of Anna's 
vagina and I rubbed the tip around the nub of her cervix 
buried, well, not-so-deep inside her.  My palm and 
fingers wrapped around her thigh and I wiggled my thumb 
inside her, drawing it a little back only so that Anna 
could feel it pushing all the harder against her when I 
inserted it once more.

I wasn't really fucking her with my thumb.  It was more a 
permanent presence that moved unpredictably than with a 
simple piston-like action.

"Make love to me.  Fuck me."  The words were spoken into 
my mouth.  I inhaled them as Anna breathed them at me.

"I am loving you and we don't need to fuck yet.  Just 
enjoy.  You'll see."

I turned my wrist - Anna was inclined to trap my arm 
between her thighs at odd moments of particular joy and 
it wasn't as easy as it sounds.  My pointer finger lined 
up reasonably well with her clit and now when I bent my 
thumb it massaged the sensitive inside front surface of 
Anna's vagina.

I had to press my mouth to Anna's to muffle her sounds.  
She wriggled in my lap - and that is an understatement.  
Anna came and it was hard!  I almost lost a lip between 
clenched teeth and my ribs did bear some bleeding nail 
marks before she was finished.  I worked her carefully - 
easing off a little to let her get her breath then 
providing a variety of touches so Anna had no way of 
anticipating just what would come next.

Then, seeing the signs that she had had enough for now, I 
stopped and just held onto her, my thumb still and no 
attempt to even kiss, while she gradually composed 
herself.

A rain of tears fell onto my chest and were wiped against 
my shoulder.  Happy tears.  The happiest of them all.  
Anna had started the evening alone and as innocent as 
masturbation and modern media would permit.  Now she 
really knew, not only with her heart and her brain, but 
in the very fibre of her being, why men and women got 
together and made love.

She still had much to learn and I didn't object in the 
least to being her teacher.  She would learn but the next 
steps would be taken as a woman, not as a girl.  It 
sounds as though I think I am god's gift to women; that's 
not it at all, but I was glad I had been shown what to do 
so that I was able to show Anna a little bit of heaven 
that night.

"Thank you," she whispered.  "That was so beautiful."

I hugged her and she squeezed me in turn.

"But what about you?" she asked.

"There will be other opportunities if you want."

"Oh I do!"  Ana was fervent to the point of being 
carelessly loud.

"Good, 'cause I rather like being with you like this."

I eased my thumb out and protected it from both her belly 
and the waistband of her PJs as I raised it to my face.  
Anna could smell her scent as easily as I could.  Strong, 
all over my thumb; I inhaled the fragrance and smiled.  
Anna watched in the dimness as I poked my tongue out and 
used the whole surface to clean one side.

"Sweet.  Special.  Lovely!"  It was, she was.

I offered the other side to her and after the briefest 
moment's thought Anna copied me.  From her expression it 
was the first time she had tried the taste.  Doubt 
changed to surprised excitement.

"Perhaps tomorrow I will have to kiss you properly."

Was that a little shudder of anticipation?

I steeled myself for the next topic.  Anna might react 
badly if I wasn't careful.

Putting my arm on her belly I cuddled her to me.  Thumb 
cleaned now, I could rest it against the warm skin 
without leaving a snail-like trail.

"Do you like this?"

"Oh yes."

"We have to be careful though and that means I need to do 
a few things that you might not enjoy."

I felt Anna stiffen.  "Like what?"

"Dating other girls."

Anna tried to move away but I held her.  She was as 
afraid to make any sound as I was to have her do so, so 
she didn't resist.

"It's not quite as bad as you think.  We can be together.  
They'll provide cover."

"They!"

"If I'm seeing a number of girls only once or twice each 
there's no suggestion I'm going to get serious with any 
of them is there?  I thought you might actually be 
pleased with that."

Anna relaxed a little.  She was neither comfortable nor 
compliant with the idea - yet.  It was similar to the 
idea of a big lie : A person couldn't believe you weren't 
serious once you stretched their imagination past a 
certain point.

"So, what?  You go out and have fun with some girl, get 
all excited and come back here where you use me to take 
care of it!?"

"Shhh! No.  Not exactly.  Yes I will go out and, I hope 
for my date's sake it is fun.  Then, if I'm thinking of 
being with you... (my hand edged up to her breast, 
resting against the underside but not actually cupping 
it) ...I don't doubt that I will be excited.  If my date 
is at all interesting then she might contribute a share 
to that excitement too.  I won't deny it - but think how 
it will be.  *THEY* might whet my appetite but they won't 
be around when I feed."

Anna was paying more attention.

"Then I don't expect to use you for anything.  I hope we 
can share more times like these.  I don't feel that 
you've used me tonight.  Do you really feel I've been 
using you?  You invited me after all."

"No.  I don't.  I just kinda hoped you and I might, 
well..."

"Be boyfriend and girlfriend?  In time we might be able 
to be open about things; No, in time we *WILL* let 
everyone know exactly how we feel about each other."

I didn't mention that Anna's feelings might be somewhat 
different at that time.  Let her take my words as she 
would.

"But we won't be able to go out.  It's not fair."

"Oh I think we'll be able to manage more than just a few 
outings.  We went to the mall today.  It might not be 
what you meant but I only use that as an example.  If we 
are careful the rest of the time, no-one is going to see 
any problem with us going out together."

"See that we do then and see that you make it up to me 
when we are here.  Okay?"

I found her mouth and promised with a kiss.

"Think it over and we can go for a walk tomorrow and talk 
about it.  If you're not comfortable we can try to work 
something else out.  I think it's about time I should go 
now though.  I have enjoyed this evening.  You are 
beautiful; your body is so soft and warm; you smell and 
taste divine; you fit against me so well; your kisses..."

I had to stop - Anna was showing me that she liked my 
kisses as well.

They ended, finally, and she crawled off of me.  The 
pillow was no longer as comfortable as it had been 
initially.  Anna flipped the quilt over her bed and 
turned back to me.  I had stood with my boxers in my hand 
and my penis now drooping though still somewhat swollen.

"What happened?"  Anna pointed.

I took a couple of seconds to realise she was teasing.  
Careful I didn't rip the fabric I used her PJ top to pull 
her closer and undid the final button.  I spread the two 
sides apart and spread my fingers over her ribcage so 
each mouth-watering breast was supported by the gap 
between my thumb and first finger.

"I've been waiting most of the day to get a better view 
of you.  It was a really nasty thing to do to me this 
morning - showing me everything when you knew I'd have to 
wait."

"Well you're making me wait as well!"  Anna reached out 
and her gentle touch restored me to the state she seemed 
to prefer.

"I wish you could stay."

"Somehow we'll arrange it one day."

"Well go then, and break my heart."

We kissed again.

"Sweet dreams."

Anna grinned and stroked me faster.  "Don't remember me 
too often!"

She let me go and hugged my body to her instead.  I felt 
her jaw move but couldn't tell the words she mouthed 
silently were "I love you."

We were reluctant to part but we really couldn't stand 
there all night.  I stepped back and Anna watched me pull 
my boxers up, unnecessarily holding me while I balanced 
briefly on one leg.  I didn't reject the assistance.

She pushed me towards the window, wanting the parting 
over now she knew it had to be, and I eased my head 
through first after taking a careful look outside.  It 
would be very silly to be caught now and, if Doug didn't 
castrate me, my bosses quite likely would.

I was sitting on the ledge looking back through the glass 
at Anna when she leaned over and planted a kiss on the 
end of my erection as it lifted the fabric.  She 
straightened and waved and I finished climbing out.

I took her hand in mine, squeezed her fingers and slipped 
the mesh back into place.  Not taking further chances I 
stayed doubled over across the whole of the roof and 
carefully checked my room was safe using a little box I 
had mounted at the top of the window.  Should anyone have 
entered the room it would have turned on a small shielded 
LED.  It was off and I disarmed and removed it before 
climbing in.  Anna must have been listening and our 
windows closed almost in unison.

I had some baby wipes for when I was working on the 
models and cleaned off the last evidence of my trek over 
the tiles.  Then it was into bed and, yes, at least one 
chance to remember all that had happened before I fell 
asleep.

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