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Kane

By: Erotica_Writings



In memory of Mike

Bikers do not have attitudes, stupid people piss them off. Don’t start with your snide remarks until I have finished my story first. Christmas time the bikers ride down the interstate carrying gifts tied to their bikes, or when a member has fallen they make sure the family left behind is well-taken care of and this begins my story.

Mike was such a loving man and reminded me of Dan Haggerty, the actor who played Grizzly Adams with his love for children and animals. I was twenty four when he walked into mine and my children’s lives. I was at home alone when there was a knock on the door and it was my step brother Jim with his friend. I could not help but notice how attractive he was with his black hair, full beard and the bluest eyes I had ever seen in my entire life. They came in waking up my three daughters and filling them with soda and cookies. I could not take my eyes off of him and yes I was married to a real bastard at the time. He saw more female strippers then he saw his family and actually I was glad when he did not come home because that meant I would not have any black eyes.


I can still recall the last beating I received from him as if it were yesterday, I was in the condo’s laundry room washing our clothes and folding them when Jack walked in and grabbed me by the back of my hair and slammed my face into the dryer door. I could feel the blood seeping from my forehead and nose caused from the impact of flesh meeting metal, I was dizzy and could hear my girls screaming for daddy to stop hurting mommy. I tried to make my cries sound like laughter so not to scare my daughters anymore then what their father had just done. Everything happened so fast, the laundry door flying open and seeing Jim standing there in shock seeing my face gushing blood and I heard Mikes voice yelling out.

“You mother fucker!” he yelled as he grabbed my husband Jack.

I tried to stop him, but Jack had Mike by the throat and Jim was grabbing my girls out of harms way. Jack put his elbow into my face breaking my nose that it was pulverized. Then I saw Jack being lifted in the air by Mike and smashed into the dryer door and a very loud thud, then a grunt as his body collapsed onto the ground. Mike had me in his arms kissing my bloody face mixed in with my tears. The superintendent had the police out there where they removed Jack in hand cuffs and I was taken to the hospital to be released two days later after they reconstructed my nose. My girls were all happy with Jim, his girl friend Macy and Mike, Thanksgiving was just a couple days away and my home smelt of pumpkin cookies, pies, decorated for the big feast with fall colors and Mike looked so handsome in his black Harley T-shirt, jeans and bikers boots. His smile was that of a devilish little boy that melted my heart.

“Welcome home Ginger.” Mike said hugging me as my sister helped me into the house due to my vision being blurry from the swelling and bruising of my eyes.

My heart felt like it would beat right out of my chest, as I felt like a sixteen-year-old girl with her first crush. They stayed with us to make sure we were safe and during this time Mike and I became very close in those six months, in fact we were planning our wedding just as soon as my divorce was finale in three weeks. 

Then it happened as I was sitting in the apartment waiting for Jim, Mike and his brother Sammy to come in from work, Macy was playing with the girls and then my phone rang and I heard my brothers voice crying.

“You need to get to the hospital. They were run down.” He cried into the phone.

I held the phone to my ear for the longest time before I hung up, tears streaked my face as I looked at Macy and my girls.

“Macy call momma and ask her to watch the girls, Mike and Sammy have been hurt tonight.” I told her walking numbly to my room to put on my shoes.

It seemed like everything moved in slow motion, I moved in slow motion as my brain was trying to deny that facts. We sat in the surgical waiting room, Mike died seven times that night, seven times that night my heart shattered for my beloved. I rocked back and forth, back and forth until the doctor allowed me to go into the ICU room that my beloved man laid fighting for his life. The weeks turned into months’ for Mike and Sammy on their road to recovery. The night before Mike was to be released after six months in the hospital Jack showed up at the apartment stopping me in the parking lot where he stabbed me in my head, over and over trying to kill me in front of my little girls. I blacked out and woke up in the recovery room with machines’ attached to me. Mike was released the next day, but Sammy had to stay another six weeks.

I was released a week later, Jack was never caught for his crime and has not been seen or heard of since the attack. My father moved me and the girls up to Sebring, Florida where I lived waiting for my beloved to join me in the small country house. We would visit each other on the week ends and A year to the date of the accident that changed Mike’s life I received a visit from my brother Jim who had joined us up in Sebring so he and Macy could raise a family.

“Ginger, Sammy just called and he . . . “ He broke down into tears before he could finish his sentence.

I knew something horrible had happened to Mike. Tears wailed up in my eyes and my head began shaking no, no, because I did not want to hear what he was going to tell me! My hands went over my ears as I began to twirl in a circle and he grabbed me.

“Don’t you dare tell me something is wrong with Mike?” I cried out feeling fear eat my soul quickly.

“Damn it don’t make this any harder, he went to bed last night and never woke up, damn it Ginger! He died in his sleep.” He told me as he took me into his arms holding me as my body shook from my heart crumbling into a thousand pieces.

“No! No!” I wailed into the silence of the room as Macy had my children outside and their heads turned toward the house when they heard my cries.

I gave birth to an eight-pound baby girl six months later That I named Michelle after her father. He gave me part of him to still be able to hold and love. I love you Mike and always will “Forever and A Day.” 

*This is not a true story and the characters are fictional, any resemblance is pure coincidence. 

Kane



Chapter One

I came awake with a start as the sunlight struck my closed eyelids and when I lifted my head and started to open my eyes, I wished I hadn't moved. There began an insistent throbbing in my head and my eyes hurt so I closed them and with a groan, laid my head back down on the soft pillow. I felt a movement beside me, my moving having woken up whoever I had spent the night with, and felt a soft hand come across my chest.

The warm body snuggled in closer to me and the hand wove about among my chest hair before moving down to stroke my stomach and then touch what I knew to be the early morning erection.

'Good morning lover,' a soft voice whispered into my ear as it was kissed and then the lips brushed mine in a kiss. 'You were wonderful last night. Twice, and I think you're ready again,' the voice said as my throbbing penis was gently stroked. I could only grunt my agreement and I felt the bed move as my partner rolled away for a moment, getting what was obviously a condom that I then felt being unrolled down over my straining cock.

'Don't move,' said the soft voice, and I felt a leg come across my thighs and I knew I was being straddled and my erection was held upright as they sank down on it. The tightness was incredible and I gave out a gasp at the same time as my partner did as the warmth of the body slowly closed round my cock as they sank down till our thighs met and I was fully inside.

With the dull throbbing of my head, I tried to remember last night and who it was I picked up that was now moving up and down on me in the tightest fuck I'd ever known. But I soon gave this up as nothing came to mind and so I just lay there and gave myself up to the pleasure I was getting from the person riding up and down on my prick. That steady rhythmic movement that held me tight in the body's warmth, feeling the muscles play as it teased the head of my cock as it almost came out before being swallowed up again was bringing me ever closer to an orgasm.

'I'm going to come,' I managed to gasp out.

'So am I,' came the voice above me and the movements became more jerky and faster and I heard the whisper of tissues as I began to thrust my hips upwards to meet the downward ones and then I came in pulsating bursts and heard the gasps and groans above me as I began to slow down to just a few more jerks as I spent myself inside the fitted condom.

'That was just great,' I whispered, my whole body feeling a certain lassitude except for the same throbbing still going on inside my head. I then opened my eyes to see what gorgeous creature had given me such a wonderful fuck and then wished I hadn't. Instead of seeing a wonderful pair of breasts on the body astride me, all I saw was a flat hairless chest of an incredible handsome youth. 'Oh shit,' I groaned and closed my eyes again. I'd just been fucking a youth! I say youth in a loose term because anyone younger than my thirty years I always considered them that way. What the hell was I doing in bed with another male? I tried to get my pulsating head round as to the why, how and when did I finish up like this.

While I was trying to work this out, the lad had got off my still hard cock and had stripped off the condom and was now sucking on me. I couldn't help but groan again as the hot mouth took in the head of my piece and give me a very good tongue wash in the process of having the dregs of my sperm being pulled out of me as though by a vacuum cleaner.

I opened my eyes again, or rather, I squinted through the slits because of the sunlight and ran them round what I could see of the room we were in. I didn't recognise it, so where the hell was I? I also hadn't recognised the youth whose head was now bobbing up and down on me and wondered if it was his room we were in. But how on earth had I finished up with him was the question, and I couldn't come up with any answer. I couldn't even remember last night at all, or any other night, but what was even worse was that I couldn't even remember my own name.

The youth seemed to have finished attending to my cock for he let it slip out of his mouth and he came sliding up the bed to give me a kiss on the cheek and cuddled up to me.

'That was wonderful Mark,' he said. Was that my name I wondered? If so, what was his? 'Twice last night and then again this morning. I've never met or had such a man as you. You are wonderful! The best thing that has happened to me in a long time.'

'You can't have known many then,' I managed to say.

'Don't you believe it! I've had so many I've lost count, but you are far and away the best lover I've ever had,' he said as he kissed me again on the cheek. As he had snuggled up to me, I had automatically put my arm round and under his neck as he had laid his head on my shoulder and I wasn't sure what I should do now with him virtually in my arms.

'Look,' I said, somewhat uncomfortable in what I was going to say. 'Don't think me rude or whatever, but who are you and where are we?'

'You mean you don't know what happened last night?' he exclaimed, lifting his head up to look me in the eye. 'Well I shouldn't be that surprised really, seeing what happened.'

'Fill me in.' I said.

'It's you who've just filled me in,' he giggled, 'and twice last night.'

'No, I'm serious,' I said, giving him a little shake. 'I don't remember what happened last night.'

'I shouldn't wonder,' he said, 'after taking a bullet to the side of your head.' Well that explained the headache but not why I couldn't remember any more, unless that actually did cause my loss of memory.

'Shot? Go on,' I urged, the headache lessening with this knowledge.

'You were in the club last night....'

'What club?'

'The Blue Parrot, where I work...'

'Doing what?'

'I sing and dance there. It's a transvestite club...'

'A what?' I interrupted him again.

'A club where men get dressed up as women and perform. That is, to sing and dance and, well, entertain the customers and get them to drink as much as possible of the overpriced drinks that are served there.'

'You're a queer then?' regretting instantly what I had said considering the position I was now in myself.

'I prefer the word gay if you don't mind,' he said a little haughtily. 'This is the age of sexual liberation.'

'Forgive me,' I apologised. 'Please continue, but before you do, let me ask this question. It might seem foolish but I don't know who you are? Let me be frank....'

'You told me your name was Mark,' He interrupted and gave a chuckle as he looked up at me with his lovely blue eyes. They sparkled with gaiety and I thought I caught the look of affection, but I'm not sure of that last part. 'I'm sorry about that. Is your name Mark or not?'

'I don't know. If it wasn't for this headache I might be able to recall something. All I can remember is waking up here in bed with you,' I said.

'Wow! I've heard of amnesia but never met anyone before with it. You really don't know who you are?' he asked lifting himself up on his elbow to look at me properly.

'No. If I could get rid of this damned headache, I might remember something,' and I put my hand up to my head and felt, for the first time, a large piece of plaster stuck to the side of my temple.

'That's where the bullet hit you,' he said. 'Let me give you something,' and he rolled off the bed and went to a table and opened a bag and I then really looked at the room we were in for the first time. It was bland and without any character and obviously not his place. Just the bed we were lying in, a dresser, a wardrobe and one picture hanging on the wall above a well worn arm chair. The wallpaper was so faded that I couldn't really say what the pattern was, or rather, had been. I couldn't see if the place was carpeted or not as this youth whose name I still didn't know, disappeared through a door which I guessed must be the bathroom for I then heard some water running. He came back and I couldn't help but admire his naked body in the fullness of youth. Slim but not without strength, for his thighs were muscular and I could also see that his arms were solid enough. It was his face that really drew my eyes for he was, for a man, handsome, but beautiful with his hair down to his shoulders and I could see what had attracted me to him if he had been dressed as a woman. The eyes which I've already mentioned were surrounded by the longest lashes I've ever seen that seemed to curl up and give him a surprised expression when he opened his eyes wide. The eyebrows were obviously plucked and shaped to draw your attention to his wide eyed look that seemed to convey an innocence that I knew now to be false for he was very experienced in one so young. I guessed his age to be about the early twenties and wasn't far off when he told me later that he wouldn't be celebrating his twenty first birthday for another couple of months yet.

His cheekbones were soft and rounded and his chin was just off of being square. His teeth were perfect though I'm not a dentist but they looked fine to me. His lips were not quite full but looked soft as I knew they were having had him kiss me already and he had the habit of when looking at you, to run the tip of his pink tongue round his lips as if in anticipation of what he might be fed.

It was only when he handed me a glass of water and two pink sugar coated pills did I look at his groin. Looking down at the size of my tackle, I knew that he was a bit lacking in this department for his penis could have only been about three inches long in its flaccid state and I could barely see his scrotum. His backside, which I had seen as he went to the bathroom, had been two firm cheeks that moved up and down as he walked and something not to be ashamed of.

'What are these?' I asked as I took the pills and popped them in my mouth and washed them down with the tepid tap water.

'You don't want to know, but they are not drugs I assure you,' he replied, 'but they will definitely help your headache.' As he was speaking, he climbed back into bed and cuddled up to me again, my arm going round to hold him and I somehow felt content though it struck me as bizarre; me embracing another naked man in bed.

'Okay,' he said as he settled down in the crook of my arm. 'My name is Tracey Spencer. My father had a weird sense of humour and I believe he was drunk at my christening. He was a fan of that old film star, and thought it would be funny to reverse the name. I took some stick when it came to school, but I coped with it and it hasn't done me any harm in my work.

I first saw you three nights ago when you came into the club and I sat down at your table after one of my turns on the stage.'

'This was in this club the Blue Parrot, right?' I asked.

'Yes, and I liked the look of you straight away and went to your table where you bought me a drink. We didn't say much that first night, but you opened up a little bit the second night. You were looking for somebody though you wouldn't tell me who. I tried to hit on you but you just smiled at me and wouldn't rise to the bait. It was last night that it all happened.

You were there at the same table and you even bought me a few drinks between my turns on the stage. I had just finished my last song and dance for the night and as I came down from the stage, you went off to another table where three men were sitting together, which is unusual in a place like that. I was too far away to hear what was said but you were leaning over the table and seemed to be in a fierce argument with one of the men.

This man then reared up, knocking his chair over and pulled out a gun and pointed it at you. You then lunged across the table towards him as he fired. I didn't know you'd been hit at that time for you knocked the gun to one side and I think you broke his wrist for he gave out a scream. Then you hit him across the throat and he fell down. One of the others was trying to get a gun out when you pole axed him and he went down. I didn't see you hit the third one because people were already getting up from their tables but he was on the floor when I got to you.

You had blood pouring down your face and you had a wild look in your eyes, but you let me lead you away from the pandemonium that was going on with that gun being fired off.

I got you out of the club and into a taxi and there I wiped off as much blood as I could with my panties. I don't normally wear them, but I was last night, and that is what I used. Now I wasn't sure if you killed any of the men, but to be on the safe side, I brought you to this hotel. I thought it might be wiser than going to my place in case of somebody saying that I helped you out of the place.

I had a problem at the desk because of your appearance but explained that we'd just been in an accident and that we needed a room for a couple of nights. To explain the lack of luggage, I told them that we'd also lost the keys to the car that had our things in but I would retrieve them today.'

'So we're in an hotel?'

'Yes. The Berlin Palace.'

'Berlin Palace?' I echoed, looking again at the dismal room.

'Yes. A right dump that doesn't deserve the name.'

'How did you book us in?'

'As Mr. and Mrs. Kaufmann. You managed to get some money out of your pocket to pay and so they let us have this room.'

'What's with this Kaufmann and Berlin Palace?' I asked.

'Don't you know that we are in Germany? In Berlin?' This was spoken by Tracey in German and I automatically answered him in the same language.

'Berlin!' I almost shouted as I sat up. 'What the hell am I doing here? Hey! I speak German!'

'Very good too, and with a Berlin accent, like mine,' Tracey said. 'Though why you are here, I don't know considering what you had under your coat.' He pointedly looked across the room and I then saw a shoulder holster with a gun inside, hanging over the back of the arm chair. 'Yes,' Tracey said. 'You were wearing that when I got you undressed last night, though why you didn't use it in the club, I don't know. I'd asked the porter for some plasters for your head and I found it when I took your coat off. Your shirt was covered in blood and it's in the bidet soaking to try and get rid of it. I washed you down and then put the plaster on the gash that I'm afraid is going to leave a scar.' I put my hand up and gingerly touched the dressing.

'We'll put a fresh one it soon. You were still groggy so I got you undressed and put you to bed and as there was nowhere else for me to go, got into bed with you. I'm glad I did for an hour later you were all over me and gave me the best fuck I've had for years. Then after a short sleep, you had me again and it was just as good as the first time. Let me say this in my defence,' Tracey said as he felt me stiffen up. 'I didn't come on to you. If I'd known that you'd lost your memory, I wouldn't have let you take me, but I'm glad that I didn't know. Oh Mark, you were truly wonderful,' and he gave me a kiss on the cheek as he hugged me. His hand then ran down my chest and over my stomach and found that I had another erection. 'You really are a big boy,' he said as he took me into his hand and gave it a gentle rub. 'Can I taste you properly this time now you are awake?'

I was still striving to remember something of what he had told me and he took my not replying to be an assent for he gave me a quick smile and disappeared under the sheet that covered us. I gave out a gasp as he took the head of my cock into his hot mouth and began to tongue and suck on me. I've had it done a couple of times by women, but he was by far the better in giving me a blow job. As this was the first time I'd really been sucked upon by another man, I couldn't resist to push the sheet down to watch his head bob up and down on me. I gave out another groan and spread my legs wide for my comfort as I gave myself up to the pleasure I was getting from him. He then moved in between my now open legs without letting go of me and gave me quick glance of his shining eyes as he chewed on my erection.

He hefted my balls as he let go of the head with his mouth and nibbled his way down the underside of my shaft before going all round it before going back up to the top to finish me off. I warned him that I was about to come and I felt rather than saw him take a deep breath and then concentrate on his rubbing and sucking on me. He didn't miss a beat as I felt the sperm surge up and out of the eye of my cock to fill his mouth and I could see him swallow it as it came out of me. Even when I'd finished, he hadn't. He continued to suck and squeeze me to get the last drops out before licking me clean and with a final kiss on the top, came back up the bed to give me a hug.

'You taste wonderful and I'm surprised that you were able to rise up so soon after our early morning fuck.'

'Th...thank you Tracey. I've never had another man go down on me before so I can truthfully say that was the best head I've ever been given. I should also thank you for getting me out of that mess last night.'

'I'm glad I did,' Tracey said, giving me yet another kiss on the cheek. 'You need a shave by the way. Also I think, some food and hot coffee.' As if on cue, my stomach gave out a rumble. 'Well that say's it,' He said, letting go of me and getting out of bed. He went through to the bathroom and I couldn't help but look at that backside that I'd fucked this morning, and during the night. Was I a queer, sorry, gay too, I thought? The only certain thing was that I wasn't a lesbian. I heard him go to the toilet and then the running water which made me guess he was having a wash. I ran my hand over my chin and found that I certainly did need a shave but decided to try and get rid of this headache that had lessened somewhat before trying to think out the details of my past.

Tracey came back into the room and I could see how athletic he was in his body by the way he moved. I couldn't help but look at his small limp penis with its small sac below and wondered if he ever got to use it. The hair at his groin was the same ash blonde as his head so it was obviously his true colouring. He then picked up some clothes that I hadn't noticed before and saw that one item was a dress. The next was a black bra which he put on and expertly fixed the clips at the back before taking up a suspender belt and putting this on round his waist. It was quite erotic to watch as he then began to put on black stockings and fix them to the studs at the end of the straps and it looked really sensual when he stood up for me to see his genitals framed by the black female underwear.

'Were you wearing that last night?' I asked as he was putting the dress on over his head.

'Of course,' came the muffled reply. 'How do you think I got us booked in as Mr. and Mrs. Kaufmann.' He pulled the dress down tight and then smoothed it over his hips and I could now see why he had been accepted as my wife for he looked really beautiful as a woman. 'Can I have some money to get you some shaving tackle and a couple of things for myself as well as some food,' he asked as he began to slip into a pair of high heeled shoes.

'I assume there's some in my trousers as you said I paid the bill last night,' I said. He picked up a pair of trousers from the chair and felt in one pocket and brought out a wad of Euro notes.

'Wow,' Tracey said as he riffled through these. 'There must be nearly a thousand pounds worth here. I don't suppose it's worth me asking where you got this lot from?' he grinned. He might have thought it funny but I didn't. Where had the money come from? This was another problem that I didn't want to think about at the moment.

'Take what you need,' I said as I lay back on the pillow and I heard rather than saw, Tracey come across to the bed and felt his lips touch mine in a kiss.

'I won't be long,' he said, and I heard him leave the room and then a few minutes later, I was asleep.




Kane



Chapter Two

I didn't hear Tracey come back into the room and it was the aroma of coffee that woke me up.

'Here. Drink this while it's still hot,' he said, perching himself on the side of the bed and offering me a polystyrene cup that was still giving off some steam. I took the cup and gratefully drank half of it straight down, hot as it was. 'I've also got some croissants as well as your shaving gear. It's foam and a disposable razor I'm afraid, but it's better than nothing.' I took a croissant and dunked it in my coffee and enjoyed the wet pastry and realised that my headache had gone.

'Those pills must be good,' I said through a mouthful of food. 'What exactly were they?'

'Birth control pills,' Tracey said with an impish smile. 'One of the girls at work put me onto them. Clears up a hangover in no time. It also stops me from getting pregnant,' he laughed. 'So you can fuck me as much as you like and I won't worry you by expecting you to marry me.' I couldn't help but grin back at his humour. 'I've also bought some newspapers, but there's nothing mentioned about last night at the club. Well I didn't expect there to be as they probably had already started printing these by the time it happened.' He tossed them on the bed but I didn't bother to pick them up but finished off eating as did Tracey.

'I picked up some more plasters and cream for your head,' he said as we finished. 'So let's get up out of bed and you can have a shave and brush your teeth while I run a bath for you. I'll also wash your hair. It's still got some blood in it and then I can re-dress that wound.' Tracey then pulled back the bed sheet for me to get out of bed and I felt a little self conscious of being naked, but it didn't seem to bother him. I had a pee, but refrained from having a crap just then. So I brushed my teeth and began shaving while Tracey began filling the bath with hot water and he was satisfied with the temperature by the time I'd finished my shaving.

'In the tub with you so that I can wash your hair,' he said and so I got in and began to sit down facing the taps as one normally does. 'No. Sit the other way round so that I can use the shower hose.' I meekly did as I was told and then saw Tracey lift his dress up and take it off. 'I'm not going to get this all wet,' he said, and I had the sight again of him in just female underwear, minus panties and I actually got a stirring in my old todger at the sight. 'And I'm definitely not going to ruin these,' he said as he sat down on the toilet and unclipped the stockings and rolled them down and off his legs. He then knelt down by the bath still wearing the suspender belt and padded bra and began fiddling with the taps to get the shower hose working. 'You can drop those thoughts for a little while,' he said as he saw that I now had a full erection below the surface of the water, and as if to deflate me, pulled the plaster off my head. That did the trick as it hurt like hell when the plaster pulled off the scab that had been beginning to form underneath. I winced and gave out a yelp at this rough treatment.

'Not too bad, but it's deep. I think I can see bone. We really should have taken you to the hospital for them to sew up and give you an anti tetanus injection. Now this might hurt a bit,' he said as he then ran some warm water down over the wound, and it did. Then came the shampoo being used on the other side to clean me up but making sure that the soap stayed away from the opened flesh. I then actually began to enjoy the experience of being pampered in this way.

With my hair washed, Tracey took great care in drying it and then getting a fresh dressing for me and applying it, the salve burning for just a moment when it was first applied.

'Now for the rest of you,' Tracey said and began to wash my face, neck, shoulders and back. 'You got nice bone structure,' he said as he stroked my chin. 'A good jaw bone too. Now stand up so that I can wash the rest of you.' Needless to say that I got another erection again as he washed round the vital parts and got a tut, tut as he made sure that even the inside of the foreskin was cleaned as well as my balls. 'I'm not into feet,' Tracey said when the rest of me had been washed. 'You can do those yourself,' and he left me to do the last bits. Mind you, I didn't take long over them as the water was not the pristine clear colour it had been when I first got in, and so it was a quick finish and out.

I dried myself and then went back into the room where Tracey had just got back into bed, still wearing the bra and it wasn't until I got back in it I found he was still wearing the suspender strap too.

'Oh shit,' I said, just as I settled back in the bed. 'I forgot to check that gun.'

'It's a Walther, though I'm not quite sure what else they call it. There are also two spare clips in your coat pocket. I checked while you were finishing off. I also checked your clothes for anything that might identify you, but there wasn't anything at all. All you had was that gun, two spare clips and the money, nothing else. Not even an hotel key. What are you? Some kind of agent? A gun, plenty of money but nothing else?'

'I can honestly say Tracey, that I haven't the slightest idea what, or who I am,' I replied as I settled myself down again in the bed. 'I can only remember waking up with you riding up on top of me, which,' and I grinned, 'was a nice way to wake up.'

'You mean you don't really remember what we did together last night?' Tracey asked with a slight trace of incredulity in his voice. 'At how we kissed and pawed at each other and then us making love?'

'I'm sorry to say that I don't.'

'Aw shit! I must be slipping. It was, I think, the best night of sex I've ever had.'

'Well, not to put a finer point on it, why don't you tell me about yourself,' I said, making myself comfortable.

'You asked for it,' Tracey said, moving in the bed to snuggle up to me and I put my arm round his shoulder so that his head nestled in the crook of my arm and he was lying in a position where he could look up at me. 'To begin with, I was born twenty years ago, in the East End of London. Mum worked in a sweat shop and my dad did odd jobs round the market. He was a piss head. Still is I believe. Whatever he earned, he drank. It was mum that kept us going and she wasn't anybody's fool either.

She started putting money away for my education as soon as I was born and also took out a life insurance policy. I've often wondered if she knew things she shouldn't have really known.

Anyway, she died when I was eight years old and that insurance money was put aside for me for when I was twelve to go to a private school, so that my old man couldn't get his hands on it. But I learned a lot in those early years of how to get money without really trying. Shoplifting, pick pocketing, you name it, I did it, so I was never ever really short of money.

'I think I was always queer, as you put it,' he gave me a smile as he said this, looking up at me with his wonderful blue eyes, 'ever since I learned to masturbate. I was twelve at the time, and I used to do it with a friend of mine from school. We would sneak off behind the sheds and he'd have a dirty picture book and we would jerk off over them. Phillip his name was and he was the first one to suck me off. Some older boy had done it to him and showed him how to do it and so he passed it on to me. So instead of just jerking ourselves off and coming over our hands, he would go down on me first and take what came out and then I would do the same for him. We had no interest in girls when we had each other and could get our rocks off with-out them. I found that I liked sucking on his cock and swallowing what came out and I'm sure he did too, but then came my twelfth birthday and time for me to change schools.

I must add that, after my mum died, I rarely saw my father. It could be two weeks sometimes when we never set eyes on each other, so I had to fend for myself. Anyway, I was now twelve and I knew that I had been left this money by my mother in trust, so I went to the solicitors and had it spelt out for me.

There was enough money for me to go to a small college for four years, and with just a little bit left over for pocket money, and so I let him pick the college I would go to. I'm not going to name the college or town but just say that the town had three small colleges. Two for boys and one for girls. Now our college didn't have the space to house us, so we lived in what I suppose you would call hostels. There were only one hundred boys at one time so we lived in four different houses, twenty five to each one. These were also our houses for competitions and such like and we stayed in that house for the whole four years. Two teachers also stayed in with us to maintain discipline etc, but these teachers also used to teach at the other schools as well. It was a somewhat complex system that they had devised, but it worked.

We would be at school all day and then troop back to our hostel for the night for supper and there we would be expected to stay and do our homework and the like. The only times the schools would mix were on a Sunday at the church or on sports days. Now, before I ever went to this college, I loved to sing. My mother encouraged me when I was a child and would put records on our old record player and we would often sing along with them and so I got to know how to breathe and hold a tune. After she died, I would often put a record on and sing to myself and then to dance in time with the music. This I would often do without any clothes on in front of a mirror, just to see myself and how I looked.

Well, it didn't take long for me to start getting out her old clothes and wearing them to dance in front of the mirror. I even began cutting them up and restyling them to fit me and I got a vicarious thrill in wearing these new made clothes and cavorting about and getting a sexual thrill out of doing so. This was curtailed when I went to college, but it wasn't long before I started having sex there.

Our physical education teacher was a young man of about twenty four years of age and I felt quite attracted to him. So much so, that I told him of my desire to be a dancer as well as a singer, for I was already a member of the church choir by this time. Swimming was the answer he gave me. It would tone and strengthen up my leg muscles and would be happy to give me extra lessons after the normal school day in the pool that the school boasted.

He hit on me in the first lesson. All the others had gone back to the hostel and there was only the two of us at the college in the swimming pool area. We jumped into the water and then he said that I would feel much freer in myself if I took my trunks off. He then took his off and tossed them onto the side and so I did the same. He was right in this respect as I really did feel free when I swam without a costume on.

Then he began to touch me. First it was to hold me up as I held onto the side of the pool and let my body float out so that I could then kick my legs. He would hold me under the chest with one hand while the other was on my genitals to keep my body up straight to the surface of the water. He would constantly move position so that his hand under me would move and he could really feel me. The other position was more difficult for me and that was when I was on my back and he had his hand up and under the cheeks of my bum as I thrashed my legs to strengthen the muscles. I know he spent more time stroking my bum than holding me up.

After a couple of sessions, for I knew he kept getting a hard on every time in the water with me, I finally asked him. Do you want me to suck you, I asked him? He, red faced, admitted that he would like it. So I sucked him off as I had done to Phillip.

I must say I enjoyed it. We'd gone to the showers and there I went down onto my knees and took his erection into my mouth. It was with some trepidation that I did so, for he was much larger than Phillip, but his cock fitted nicely into my mouth and so I let him face fuck me and I found that I liked it. His cock was hot and hard and I liked the fact that I was actually controlling the situation as I took it in and began to savour that hot flesh that throbbed and I was able to play with it with my tongue. That first session was over far too quickly for my liking as he came very quickly and I had his come spurt into my mouth which I held for a little while before swallowing it.

It was only a couple of lessons later that I dared to take the plunge and ask him if he wanted to fuck me. We were in the pool at the time and I was stroking his erection that was hard in spite of the chill of the water. He couldn't get out of the pool quick enough and almost dragged me into the showers. Here, with a lot of soap, I bent over and with the palms of my hands up against the tiles, had my first man shove his prick up my bum.

I must admit that that first entry into me was painful, but I loved the feel of that hard piece of flesh up inside me. To feel it throb and pulsate was wonderful and it made me drool at the pleasure I was getting as he moved himself in and out of me. When he held me tight to him and said that he was about to come, I even jerked myself off at the thrill I was getting.

Two weeks later, I told my house master that I had sufficient funds to move out of the hostel from that weekend into my own private lodgings where I could study in peace and quiet. That's where Allen, for that was this teacher's name, would spend most weekends, living with me and fucking me as much as he was able to. I loved it and him for as long as it lasted. He really built up my leg muscles and also those of my arms, but I was being loved, I found, in the way that I wanted to be loved.

A year later, I dumped him for the choir master. He was in his late forties and I think I actually overwhelmed him with my passion for anal sex. It didn't take me much effort to get him into bed to fuck me and want more. In repayment, he taught me more about breathing when singing than I knew before. It was with him that I first dressed myself up as a female and he was astounded at the transformation and couldn't wait to get under my dress to fuck me. In the year I was with him, we went on several holidays together, him introducing me as his niece as I always went out with him dressed as a girl. He really loved me being dressed like that and would nearly always fuck me while I was wearing female clothes.

For my last year at college, I went with our German teacher. In exchange for sex, he taught me his native language. That he had come from Berlin and with that accent, helped me enormously in getting the job I'm now in. I left college when I was sixteen and immediately went to work in London in a revue show, singing and dancing and eventually got to get billed. I made a name for myself and two years later, came over here to Germany and have quite a following now. Which, I might add, has now been somewhat jeopardised.'

'Tracey,' I said, giving him a squeeze, 'It wasn't my intention to get you involved in whatever I was supposed to have been doing.'

'I believe you,' Tracey said, coming out from my arms to kiss me on the mouth, 'but I hope you don't think badly of me for what I have done in the past?'

'Good Lord no,' I said, returning his kiss, my brain slowly coming to accept the fact that I was kissing another man and another part saying that it was a woman that I was kissing. I'm not sure if I was already confused before or becoming so now.

'Let me finish though,' Tracey said, pushing my face away from his. 'So after the year I spent with Herman, I learned German as I speak it now. But I went and worked in a transvestite club in Soho and got my grounding in the cut and thrust aspect of this profession. You'd be surprised at how many bitches there are in this job. It's cat eat cat to paraphrase the term and believe me, it's hard to survive in this line of work, but I managed. I came here two years ago, and have had my fights, but I'm now top of the bill at this joint which is the best of its kind in Germany.

Then you walked into the club and my world began to fall apart. Why, you might ask, as I have asked myself since last night. I fell in love the first time I saw you.' I gave him a nudge at this and looked down and saw tears in his eyes. 'I'm sorry, but it's true. I saw you sit down and I knew then that our lives would have meaning together. I didn't think it would finish up like this though.

You came in and sat down to watch the show, or so I thought, and I said to myself, that's a man I would want to know. To get closer to, to love and be loved by. Well I came and sat down with you and you bought me a drink but I couldn't draw you out if you know what I mean. Do you remember how I tried to come on to you?'

'No,' I had to confess.

'Well you were polite, which is more than we normally get. At the end of the night, you left without me getting a chance to get to know you better. Then you came back the next night. Sat at the same table and I tried again without any luck. It was on the third night that it all blew up. I'd had two drinks with you, still trying to get you interested in me, and then I did my last act of the night, and when I came off the stage, you were at their table.

I've already told you that you seemed to be arguing with one man who then pulled out a gun and fired it at you. You roared and went for him, knocking the gun aside and hitting him in the throat. You demolished the other guy like I would swat a fly and by the time I got to you, all three were on the floor and blood was pouring from your head. I hustled you out of the club as fast as I could.

I got you into a taxi and this was the first hotel name that came to mind and so we came here. I got you out of the cab and told the desk clerk about the car accident and asked for some plasters to patch you up. He gave me these after you pulled out some money to pay for the room and I got you up here. I had already cleaned a lot of the blood off with my panties in the cab, but I was able to do a better job in the room and put a plaster on your wound. I got you into bed and you seemed to go to sleep and as I had nowhere else to go, go into bed with you. 

By Christ did you surprise me by waking up and rolling on top of me, your cock almost digging a hole in my stomach. Well we put it in the right place and what a fuck it was! You were like a man possessed. You'd already frightened me when I'd found your shoulder holster with its gun inside and I wasn't quite sure how safe I was after what I'd witnessed in the club.

But you then gave me a glorious fuck that took you to the top of the league as far as I was concerned. The amazing thing was, you went for me again about two hours later and I had the same again and I knew then that you were the man for me from that point on. God, you were magnificent! What a pity that you can't remember.'

Yes, I said to myself, it's a pity that's not all I can remember. His left hand that had been trying to curl the hairs on my chest now moved down and across my stomach and touched my erection that had grown during the telling of his story. He grasped it firmly and began to work the skin up and down.

'This is another thing I like about you. Always up and ready. Would you like to have me again?' he asked in an almost coy voice that was softly spoken. I felt a tremor run through my body at the thought of fucking him and I was enjoying the feel of his hand moving on my throbbing shaft. So much so that I said yes, I would like to, and I rolled over on top of him and gave him my first real kiss on the lips. His eyes so close to mine were shining brightly and he brought his arms up round my back and returned the kiss.

'Let me get a condom then,' he said in between our kissing and so I rolled off and onto my back and found that I was breathing rather heavily in expectation. Tracey rolled over onto his side and got out of bed and went to his bag. I looked at his pert backside with its two round and well shaped cheeks and almost drooled at the knowledge that I was shortly going to be putting my throbbing prick in between them. He came back with the condom already out of its wrapper which he expertly rolled down over my erection after pulling the bed sheet down. Then he opened a tube of cream or whatever, and squeezed out some clear gel onto his finger which he then put behind him and onto his ring piece I assumed.




Kane



'Be as rough as you like,' he said as he got back onto the bed, his eyes still bright and smiling as he turned and went onto his knees, presenting me with another view of his backside. I got up onto my knees, my cock feeling heavy as it swayed before me as I got behind him. I ran my hands over the cheeks of his bum and felt him quiver at my touch. They were like two smooth round stones. Firm and hard yet soft to the touch. His thighs too were smooth and I could feel the strength he had in them as my hands wandered up and down them before I placed one hand on his hip and took hold of my sheathed cock with the other. I could see now where the hand had put the cream and I nuzzled the tip of my cock into the middle of it and felt him tremble again. I slowly moved my hips forward and felt the pressure against my cock head as I pressed it to him and then watched as the head began to disappear inside him and felt the pressure all round it as it moved in.

I could feel the heat of his body as the head slipped inside and he gave out a groan as it did so and the rest of my cock followed until I lost sight of it and my thighs touched the cheeks of his bum and I could then feel the throb of his pulse all round my shaft. It was a wonderful sensation at having my prick so tightly held all round as I brought my other hand up to his hip and began to move myself in and out as I began to fuck him. I simply loved the feel of his tightness as I moved myself back and forwards inside him. I then noticed that he was still wearing the suspender belt and bra and so it looked from my position that I was really fucking a woman. His waist was quite narrow and I couldn't resist running my hands up to the bra strap and back down again. His skin was soft and flawless, unlike mine which showed two ugly scars that looked as if they had been caused by bullets. But it was his body I was interested in as I moved and enjoyed what I was doing, fucking this man/woman. I didn't care about the difference now as I felt myself begin to feel the pressure in my balls and began to move faster and gripped him tighter.

'That's it. Harder and faster,' Tracey gasped from under me. So I began to ram myself into him, our bodies slapping against each other as they met. My hands pulling him back onto me as I moved forward and then I gave out a groan as I came, my body straining up against his as it came shooting out into the condom up his arse. Trembling as I jerked with every spurt of semen leaving my body, my cock throbbing at the effort and myself feeling that warm glow down in my belly from the release.

'Stay inside me,' Tracey said with a gasp as I came to a stop and I felt him begin to slide down till he was lying flat on the bed with me still inside him. I was then on his back and I could now feel the strength of the cheeks of his bum as he held and squeezed me tight. 'Keep moving,' he begged. His voice now muffled by the bed sheet that was almost smothering him. His arms were outstretched and his hands clenched into fists as I rocked myself backwards and forwards on top of him. I then realised what he was doing with my cock still up inside him and me moving both our bodies, he was fucking the mattress with my assistance. He didn't resist as I moved my hands up under his armpits to grip his shoulders that helped me to ram myself even tighter into him. 'That's it. God you're wonderful,' his muffled voice said. 'Keep going.' So I kept pushing myself into him as his cock was being rubbed against the sheet beneath him and I felt his body tense up and so I moved faster and felt him begin to shudder as he came. I kept it up until he became still under me.

'God, I love you Mark,' he said. 'That's the best I've ever had.' I kissed the back of his neck and felt him tremble at the touch and then I felt his inner muscle relax and knew it was time to pull out of him. He didn't protest at my withdrawal but only gave out a whimper as the head of my cock came out and even though it was still sheathed in the rubber, I could feel the chill air as opposed to his body heat. I got off the bed and went into the bathroom and used some toilet paper to pull the condom off and drop the lot into the toilet pan. I then washed my hands and wetting a flannel, took it back to where he was still lying face down on the bed. I wiped the odd bit of cream off his bum and gave him the flannel to clean up his front as he rolled over onto his back. He smiled up at me as he wiped his cock and stomach and pushed aside the sheet he had come on.

'You definitely are some cocksman Mark whatever your last name is, and I love you for it. Get back into bed please so that I can kiss and hold you.' I couldn't help but smile back at him, looking so incongruous lying there in his bra and suspender belt and the limp penis between his legs. His arms were open and so I got back into bed and into them for him to kiss me. I had no qualms now about kissing another man for I'd just fucked him so what was the difference in our kissing.

We kissed for a little while before he rolled over onto his side and nestled into me like we were two spoons and my arm went round and cupped his padded bra. It felt real as though there was a breast inside it and wondered if I'd ever felt so contented in doing this with a woman as I drifted off into sleep. 

 Chapter Three

I think we both came awake about the same time and I felt Tracey get out of bed and heard him go to the toilet. My head was throbbing again and I said as much to him when he returned from the bathroom. He gave me another two of his birth control pills and some water and then said that it was getting late and that we could both do with some more food. 

'I've also got to go to work tonight. It could create some suspicion if I didn't go in after last night.' He'd already washed and now I lay in bed and watched him sit in front of the mirror and begin to put on some make-up. It amazed me at how quickly he made up his face into that of a really beautiful woman. Then came the show of putting on the stockings and attaching them to the belt before putting the dress on, still without panties. Then the hair was brushed and he looked around for his high heeled shoes and I now had a fully dressed woman standing beside the bed. He looked so stunning that I had another surge of feeling in the pit of my stomach and felt that I again wanted to fuck this glorious creature in front of me.

'I noticed an Indian restaurant down the road, so I'll go and get us a take away to eat before I go to the club. I'll also try and get another newspaper to see if last night has been mentioned. I won't be long,' and he bent down and gave me a kiss and I could smell the trace of perfume long after he had left the room. I stayed in bed and scanned the newspapers and found that I could read German as well as speak it, but there was nothing to catch my eye or bring about any return of memory.

Tracey duly arrived back bearing a big bag and an evening paper. I could smell the curry as soon as he walked in the room and we both sat on the bed and had our meal. He'd also brought four cans of beer to go with it. I looked at the paper and found the small item I was looking for. One man killed and two hospitalised, one seriously injured during a fight at the Blue Parrot, a notorious transvestite club. Police are investigating. That was all. Well maybe Tracey would find out more when he went there tonight I thought.

Then it was time for him to go to work and I got a kiss and the promise that he would be back as soon as the show was over and would also bring some beers back. Then I was left in the room and I suddenly felt really lonely after having his presence in the room for nearly the whole day. But the feeling passed and I read the newspaper from cover to cover but nothing really registered in my mind and I began to wonder if I was ever going to have any memory back.

I must have dozed off for I suddenly came awake at the sound of the key being used to open the door to the room and Tracey came in with another full bag.

'God, what time is it? I must have slept for hours,' I said.

'I don't think so. It's not quite eleven,' Tracey replied, setting the bag down and pulling out two cans of beer. 'The club's been closed for the night, so there's no show. The police were there interviewing everyone, that's why I'm back early.'

'Well what happened?' I asked, popping open a can and taking a mouthful of warm beer. Tracey sat down on the bed, flouncing out the dress and opened a can for himself, but before he spoke, a knock came at the door. He got up and went and opened it and a man came in carrying a suitcase.

'Look darling,' Tracey said in German to me, 'I got the car open and here's our suitcase. Thank you,' he said to the man who I now guessed to be the hotel's porter. Tracey opened her bag and passed him a tip and closed the door behind him. 'I brought the case from the club with some clothes I've borrowed for you as well as a change for myself. I told them downstairs that it was from our car. You do remember what I said about us booking in last night?' I said that I did and asked again what happened at the club.

'Well,' Tracey started, sitting down again with his beer. 'The taxi dropped me outside the club and I saw a policeman on the door. He was only letting in those who worked there or people who had been there last night. The manager was in a bit of a state by not being able to open the club and we had to sit apart until we could be interviewed about what we had seen. By the way, the other man died this afternoon. What the hell did you do to him?'

'I don't know. I can't remember,' I said somewhat testily.

'Sorry Mark,' he said putting his hand on mine. 'I forgot. The third man was released with a broken arm but what he told the police, I don't know. All I do know is that they are looking for a young man giving the height about the same as you but that is about all they know. Nobody I spoke to appeared to have seen anything or are just not saying. It's what you'd expect in a club like that. Nobody sees anything that could get them into trouble. As the two dead men were German and I was English, I was soon discounted as not having any connection with them and they let me go. I don't know if the man that survived made any connection between us when I got you out of the club. Only time will tell.' Tracey then dived back into the bag and brought out two wrapped up hamburgers which we soon demolished, washed down with another beer.

'I don't know about you,' he said in a coy voice once again, 'but I'm ready for bed and whatever might happen when I'm in there,' finishing off with a smile as he pulled off his dress.

Maybe I was gay by nature for I got an instant hard on at seeing him in that underwear again and the knowledge that he was mine to fuck. I even stroked my erection as I watched him undress completely before pulling back the sheet that was now dry from his earlier coming and getting into bed beside me.

I even rolled halfway over to meet him in a kiss as our arms went round each other and our tongues met and played with each other.

The only variation to our afternoon coupling was that he went down on me before putting the condom on my erection. He slid down my body, kissing his way to finish up between my legs and having me in his mouth for a suck and gentle chew. Then saying when he released me that he wasn't sure which was better. Taking my come in his mouth to savour before swallowing or having me stuck up inside him from behind.

'Which do you prefer?' he asked me.

'I like both but I suppose I get more penetration than using your lovely mouth.' Now what on earth made me say that he had a lovely mouth I wondered? It was a fact but for me to actually say it!

'So be it,' he said getting out of bed and going again to his bag and I just wondered at how many condoms did he have in there. He was all smiles as he came back taking it out of its wrapper and then unrolling it down on my now throbbing piece of flesh that lay on my stomach.

'I won't ask how many times you've done this, but you are doing a better job than I would I think,' I said with a smile at having his hands on my tool. Then with the cream applied, he turned round on his hands and knees and I got up behind and quickly pushed myself into him.

What a glorious fuck it was. As good as the one I had in the afternoon as I pushed my way in and out of him. His inside muscle squeezing and letting me go before squeezing yet again to give me the ultimate thrill of fucking another person up the backside. I was not so gentle this time and I rammed myself in as often as I could before I felt the familiar surge and I held him tight to my upper thighs as I pumped out my sperm again. I found I was beginning to like having Tracey this way and I was fast becoming addicted to fucking him and having him around my throbbing cock.

He gave out a whimper again as I pulled out and he was quickly round on his knees, tissues in hand to pull the condom off and take me into his mouth to suck on my still erect penis. I felt him suck out the last of my sperm and lick me clean right round the inside of my foreskin. Feeling his tongue do this was like having those little electric charges you get when you use your own tongue on battery points to make sure there was still life in it. I had a warm glow in my heart as I kneeled there and watched and enjoyed the way he sucked on me. His own face showed pleasure and his eyes twinkled, and he even winked at me as he sucked and chewed. His hand was at the root of my erection and he was squeezing me as he sucked and I had a feeling of what I suppose is love for this youth doing what he was doing.

It was an impulse on my part I think that I suddenly pulled him up off of me and kissed him fully on the mouth in a somewhat passionate kiss, getting a taste of my own sperm at the same time. So both of us were kneeling upright in this kiss that we held for some time before keeling over to lie on the bed, kissing each other with passion and fire. Our legs became entwined as we rocked on the bed with him first on top of me and then me atop of him. God, I was becoming to love this boy underneath me.

'God, I love you,' he whispered up at me when we paused for breath. 'Say that you love me too,' he pleaded.

'I love you Tracey,' I said and hoped that the words wouldn't choke or come back to bite me, but at that moment, I felt that I did love him. But my words were enough I think, for he kissed every part of my face without stop and I had to pry him loose to be able to pull in a decent amount of oxygen into my system.

'I've never felt this way with any other man I've been with,' he said as we snuggled down in the bed. I didn't comment on my feelings as I had no past thoughts to act upon but felt that maybe I did love him though not quite with the same intensity that he had for me.

As we lay in each other's arms to settle down to sleep I tried to recap the day in this room. Waking up to find him fucking himself on my cock. Then having him suck on me and later, me fucking him for the first time and now having just done it again. Also, the night before I'm supposed to have killed two men in unarmed combat being hit by a bullet in the meantime. What else was in store for me I wondered as I drifted off to sleep.

 Chapter Four

I awoke in the morning to the incredible experience of having my usual morning erection being sucked upon. I gave out a groan to show I was awake and then lay there to savour the lovely feeling of a mouth and tongue working on it. I came too soon for my liking but nature had taken over and I pumped up my hips to send my sperm into that hot eager mouth of Tracey.

I sighed with the release of pressure in my balls and the satisfaction of coming in such a nice receptacle and knowing that at least, somebody loved me for myself. I welcomed the warmth of this other body against mine and returned the eager kisses that were given to me.

'How was that for a wakeup call?' Tracey asked as he smiled down at me.

'Perfect,' I said, feeling on top of the world as I hadn't woken up to a throbbing headache. Then stiffened at the sound of a knocking at the bedroom door.

'Come in,' Tracey called out, and we heard the sound of a key being used to open it. A man came in bearing a loaded tray and set it down on the dressing table.

'Thank you,' said Tracey, again in German to the man who gave us a stiff bow before leaving the room. I then noticed that Tracey had drawn the sheet up to cover himself before he grinned at me. 'I used some of your money to bribe the man to bring us up some breakfast as the hotel hasn't a restaurant.'

'How thoughtful,' I said in good humour. 'Now pamper me.' I then gave him a pat on the bum as he got out of bed to see to serving me with coffee first and then a delightful plate of scrambled egg and toast.

It wasn't me who suffered the crumbs in the bed an hour later when I fucked Tracey. He was underneath and had the problem for he'd changed the style by putting the pillows under his hips to raise his backside up so that I could fuck him in what was almost what you would call the missionary position. His legs were high up on my shoulders and him bent almost in half for me to enter while facing him. I had to take my whole upper body weight on my arms as they were outstretched on either side of him, but at least I got the pleasure of seeing his face as I pushed myself into and fucked him. He almost put me off by making faces at me as I moved in and out of him and then really made him squeal when I held his legs high and tight as I came inside him at this odd angle.

I then stayed inside him in this position and took hold of his erection, which was much smaller than mine, and jerked him off so that he splattered his come all over his stomach. To him, this was almost the ultimate act in my love for him by doing this for him. I couldn't get him to stop kissing me for ages afterwards.

We stayed in bed all day and even had lunch brought up to us. We coupled another two times before it was time for him to get ready to go to the club.

'I'm coming with you,' I stated only to have him turn on me.

'Are you crazy? They are looking for a man of your description and you want to make a present of yourself to them? You must be mad!'

'Look! I've watched you change yourself from a man to a woman by the use of make-up. Well transform me into somebody else so that I won't be recognised.' I left it at that. I didn't want to go into a series of lectures of Lon Chaney and what he did to get into movies in respect of how to make yourself up to look like somebody else. Now where did that thought come from I wondered?

'Well,' the word was really drawn out by Tracey as he looked at me with his head cocked to one side. 'I can't make you look any younger.'

'I didn't expect you to,' I said drily.

'Older, yes,' and he paused. 'Are you sure about this?'

'Of course. I've been thinking about this today and I'm sure that whatever I was in the club for, is to be found there. So I must go back to try and pick up what I can't remember as to why I was there in the first place.'

'And there I was thinking that you were there purely because of me,' he pouted, but belied the pout with a mischievous smile. 'Okay. I'll see what I can do to make you look older. But I must say, the quickest way would be for you to have sex with me at least six times a day, and then you would not only look older but feel it,' he laughed as he got out a small case from the suitcase he had brought from the club. 'I had a funny feeling that I would need this,' he said as he opened up his make-up box. 'It's that plaster that's worrying me. I can't cover that up, unless,' and he paused and went back to the suitcase, 'we use this.' He held up a wig that made me shudder. It looked hideous. 'I can cut it about a bit and at least it will cover the plaster.' He twirled it on his hand as he looked at it. 'I can put a bit of grey into it and make you about ten, maybe fifteen years older. I never did like this wig anyway.' I didn't argue because this was his area of expertise, and so I gave myself up to his ministrations to make me look older than I was and not the same man who'd been in the club several times previously.




Kane



He used a peroxide to bleach parts of the wig and put it to one side when he was satisfied and then got me to sit at the dressing table. I sat there for an hour as a base was put on my face and then with pencil and eyeliner, I watched myself slowly being transformed into a fifty year old man that didn't resemble me in the slightest.

'You could get a job in the movies,' I said seeing the final result. 'I wouldn't recognise myself even if I knew who I was,' I said in admiration of what he had done to me.

'It's a good job I brought these other clothes from the club too, he said. 'You can't go back in there wearing the same jacket and trousers.' So with me made up, I got dressed in these other clothes but I insisted that I wore the shoulder holster and gun underneath the jacket. 

'Just to be on the safe side,' I said, and it was a good job that I did for what transpired later.

We left the hotel room at a few minutes interval because of the hotel porter knowing what I really did look like and was associated with Tracey as her husband. We met up outside and got a taxi to take us to the club. I let Tracey go in first and then a few minutes later, I wandered in and took a different seat as opposed to the one I had sat in in the past. This had been pointed out to me by Tracey beforehand.

I wasn't sure what drink I normally had so I ordered a screwdriver and found that I could drink that okay. I was among one of the first of many men that slowly filled up the club to sit alone at small tables that littered the area facing the stage. It wasn't long before the revue or whatever they called it began, and I was enthralled at the professionalism that these men masquerading as women performed in their singing and dancing on this miniscule stage. Even before it started in earnest, some of the artistes were circulating amongst the tables, cadging drinks and encouraging the punters to buy the expensive drinks that were on offer.

'Tracey sent me,' said a dark haired one as he/she sat down, 'and I'm surprised that she did so. She's not one to turn down a trick.'

'I'm incognito tonight,' I said. 'Tracey is still mine but I'm trying to avoid my wife's investigator. I'm sure you know what I mean?' I said and felt quite pleased to come up with that off the cuff.

'Say no more,' the dark haired one smiled at me, 'but you should still buy me a drink or it will all be wasted.' So I signalled for the drinks which came very quickly. I even went as far as patting the hand of this unknown man who was dressed as a woman but didn't hold a patch on what Tracey looked like. He, Tracey that is, had already passed the test of really looking like a woman and for some reason counted myself lucky that he had attached himself to me in this sordid little club.

The acts themselves were very good and it was very hard to convince oneself that all these performers were men dressed as women. Tracey stood out as being far and away the best performer there when he was up on the stage. I found myself clapping with great enthusiasm when he finished his first song. He gave me a wink when he came off the stage and went past me to sit at another table to chat up the man that was only too happy to buy him a drink.

I also noticed that many of the performers when they weren't on the stage, would disappear out to the toilets with the man from the table where they had been sitting for at least ten minutes at a time and guessed that sex was being performed by both while out there. Tracey didn't go.

It was about two hours later and after two turns of Tracey on the stage that I noticed three men come into the club and sit down at a table. One had his arm in plaster and I wondered if it was him that was the third man that had escaped my lethal attack on his friends two nights before. Whilst being entertained as it were by quite a few of the cast, learning that Tracey had said I was an old friend of the family and was to be treated with respect and not as a normal punter, I watched these three men quite closely.

It was when Tracey appeared on stage for her next number that I noticed a stir amongst them. The man with the plaster bending forward to the others to speak when the spotlight hit Tracey and though I couldn't hear what was said, I knew that he was being fingered by the man with the plastered arm.

Their applause at the end of the second song was perfunctory and I watched them carefully as Tracey came off the stage and was approached by the bigger of the three men and led to their table. He was sat down with them and I noted that no drinks were ordered as it appeared that he was being questioned by these men. I saw the vigorous shake of the head and then a frightened glance over towards me. 

They moved quicker than I did, for two of them got up, one holding Tracey by the arm and they began to move towards the back exit that I'd been told, led to the back alley behind the club. The man with the broken arm stayed sitting at the table as Tracey was almost pulled out of the club. I then got up and, approaching this man at the table from behind, gave him a quick rabbit punch as I held his hair, and then laid his head down on the table so as to make it look as though he'd passed out from too much drink.

I quickly made my way through to the back and out of the rear exit where I saw the other two men pulling Tracey about and shouting at him. I went barrelling towards them and as the bigger of the two saw me coming, pulled out a gun and let off a shot at me. I too was pulling my gun out as he fired, his shot missing me but my one didn't. It caught him high in the forehead and threw him backwards and Tracey was now fighting the other man as he tried to pull out his gun and it was a snap shot that I took, but it caught him in a wounding shot, or so I thought. It was the struggle that had put off my aim, but hit, he went over backwards, pulling Tracey down with him who got free from his grasp by the time I reached them.

'Why are you after us?' I asked him in German as I knelt down beside him.

'Go to hell,' he gasped, his face screwed up in pain. 'We'll get you and Tolliver yet.'

'Who's Tolliver?' I asked, but he just closed his eyes and gave out a cough and blood came pouring out of his mouth as his head fell backward. I knew without feeling for a pulse that I wasn't going to get an answer from him. I quickly went through his pockets and only found a wad of money and a gun. No papers or anything to give me a clue to his identity. It was the same with the other man. Just money in a wallet and a gun.

The money and wallet I stuffed in my pockets and the guns into the waistband of my trousers and then got Tracey back into the club. Nobody had heard the shots it seemed and I steered him back to a table and signalled a waiter for some drinks. Tracey seemed a bit shaken at the speed of the events out in the alley and quickly drank his drink and ordered another. I had my eye on the man slumped on his table, the one with the broken arm and gave some thought as to what to do with him.

After I'd finished my drink I'd got an idea as to what to do.

'Do you know of a friendly taxi driver?' I asked Tracey. 'One that we can trust?'

'Otto,' he said. 'I've known him ever since I've been here and use him quite often.'

'Well contact him to get here as soon as possible, but before you do, let's speak to the bouncer.' I took Tracey with me to the front of the club where the bouncer was and spoke to him.

'Tracey can vouch for me,' I said without any preamble. 'There was trouble here the other night that involved the police. Well there's more tonight. If you want to keep the boss happy, do you know who can get rid of another two dead bodies that are out in the back alley before somebody else finds them?' He didn't quite do a double take but understood the situation straight away as Tracey nodded that what I'd said was true.

'Definitely dead?' he asked and I nodded. 'Okay. I'll get it dealt with,' and he went off to the phone.

'Now you get hold of your taxi driver,' I said to Tracey. He went off and I went back into the club and sat down at the table with the man I'd thumped. Tracey was back in no time at all and sat down next to me.

'Five minutes.'

'Good. When are you on next?'

'About fifteen minutes.'

'Right. Go and watch the entrance and when Otto gets here, bring him to me.' He went off and was back with a young man in tow about ten minutes later. He sat down but refused a drink and was intelligent enough to immediately grasp what I wanted him to do with the promise that he would be well paid. 

So I took the unconscious man's wallet out of his coat and like the others, found no other identification. The wallet I gave to Otto as I sat the man up and slapped him about to bring him round. With him semi-conscious, I moved out of his eye line and helped Otto to get him out of the club and into the taxi.

I then went back into the club with Tracey who went off to get ready for his turn on the stage while I sat down to watch. I didn't get to see his turn then for the bouncer came over and asked me to give him a hand outside. There was one man out back in the alley with a small van and between the three of us, got the two bodies into the back and I then gave them five hundred Euros each and the van then drove off.

I got back into the club just as Tracey took his bow after two songs and a few minutes later, joined me at my table. He was disappointed that I missed seeing him but I promised to watch the next time round. Drinks came and I told him that the problem from the alley had been sorted out and now we just had to wait till Otto came back to tell us how he got on with the man with the broken arm.

I watched Tracey's next turn on the stage and thoroughly enjoyed it, knowing that the songs that he had chosen were meant especially for me. The next time on was the last before the finale and it was during this that Otto came back into the club.

'It worked like a treat,' he told me when he sat down. 'I managed to get him to tell me what hotel he wanted and I guessed that it wasn't one that he would frequent and when we got there, he found that he hadn't got any money. So he told me to wait while he went in to get the fare. He was back in five minutes and paid me what was on the meter. I gave him another five minutes and then went in and spoke to the desk clerk. I told him that the man who had just come in had lost his wallet and that I had found it in the cab and was now going to return it to him. I was told that the man wasn't a guest but only visiting someone. If I would give him the wallet, he would see that the man received it. I said that I wasn't born yesterday. I wanted to give it to the man myself and would then expect to be rewarded for handing it back to him as there was quite a considerable sum inside it.

The clerk reluctantly gave me the room number that was being visited and up I went and knocked at the door. It was a different man who answered my knock and I could see the fare sitting down with a drink in his hand. I explained about finding the wallet in my cab and expected a reward for returning it. I got fifty Euros for it, but I knew that man's face from somewhere but couldn't put a name to it, so I asked the desk clerk the man's name who had that room.

Of course he wanted a share of the reward money just to give me the man's name, so I gave him ten Euros and got the name. Then I knew where I'd seen the face before. In the newspaper. His name was Wilhelm Strutter. Vice president of E.C.B. That's the European Commercial Bank here in Berlin.'

Now what would the man with the broken arm and the other thugs have in connection with the vice president of a bank was the question that came straight to mind?

'Now knowing that your man was only visiting,' Otto continued, 'I waited a way back from the hotel until your man came back out again. He hailed another taxi and I followed him. He went to a warehouse near Tegel airport and there he paid off the taxi and went inside so I assumed that he would be staying there for the night, so I came back here.'

'Well done Otto,' I said and gave him five hundred Euros for his fine bit of work and asked if he would take me to this warehouse the following night as it was now two o'clock in the morning and a bit late for breaking and entering and having a taxi hanging around outside. So we set a time for the following night. The finale had just come to an end which meant that the club would be closing for the night and so I asked him to wait to take Tracey and myself back to our hotel.

Tracey joined us shortly, feeling better now that the earlier incident had been covered up and we were soon dropped off at our hotel by Otto who said he would pick me up at the agreed time. Tracey wanted to know what this was all about and I said I would tell him when we were back up in our room. Before leaving the hotel earlier, he had arranged for the desk clerk to have some sandwiches and beer ready for when we returned and he brought them up to our room. Tracy thanked and paid him and finally shut the door on another rather eventful day.

'I like being Mrs. Kaufmann,' Tracey said, swinging me round and giving me a kiss when I came out from the bathroom. 'Do you like being my husband?'

'I think I do,' I said, giving Tracey a return kiss. I still couldn't get my head round that he was a man and not what he appeared to be as I held him in my arms. The reason was I suppose was that I had another erection at just holding her, him I mean. 

'Let's eat and you can tell me all that happened with those two in the alley and Otto,' he said. We spread the sandwiches on the bed between us and we ate them and drank the beer as I told him what had transpired. The questions uppermost in my mind was what was the connection between this man called Tolliver and myself? Then, why were those thugs after us? What connection had these men with the vice president of a bank?

'We might find an answer in that warehouse when we raid it tomorrow night,' Tracey said as he took off his dress and came round to the side of the bed where I was sitting, giving me another erection at seeing him clad in only this flimsy underwear.

'What do you mean we?' I said as I pulled him down onto my lap. 'You've got the club to go to tomorrow.'

'No I haven't,' he pouted. 'It's my night off so we can spend all day in bed, and I must say,' as he wiggled his bum in my lap, 'for an old looking man, you sure come up to expectations beneath me,' he grinned and pushed me back onto the bed and lay on top of me. 'A wife should be treated as an equal,' he said as he ground his groin into mine making my cock feel most uncomfortable in its erect state.

'It could be dangerous,' I said after I'd unglued our lips.

'What's dangerous is that one of those two guns you've got stuffed down your trousers might go off and then where would I be with a cockless man to make love to me.'

'You hussy,' I said as I rolled him off and pulled them out as they really had been digging into my stomach. I threw them on the bed and also pulled out one thick wallet and a pile of cash from my jacket pocket too.

'Wow! There's a lot of bread here,' Tracey said, picking up the money and also riffling through the wallet.

'And I've already spent one and a half thousand of it already,' I said.

'But there must be at least another twenty left,' he whistled. 'Where did bums like that get this money from?' He pulled one note out of the pile and held it up to the light and then rubbed it between his fingers. 'You know, I've got a certain feeling that this is funny money.'

'Counterfeit?' I said sitting up sharply.

'Yes, but I'm not one hundred per cent certain, but it would explain the connection with that banker, Strutter did you say?'

'Is that why Tolliver and myself are here? It could be, but who is Tolliver? Is he English? It sounds as if he could be. You know Tracey, you could be right,' I said taking him in my arms and giving him a big kiss. In the enthusiasm of the clinch, our heads banged together that made me cry out for I'd hit my head wound.

'Oh darling, I'm sorry,' Tracey said at once all concerned as he held my head in his hands and looked at the plaster. 'I think we should change it and make sure it hasn't opened.' He dragged me up off the bed and helped me get my coat and shoulder holster off and pulled me into the bathroom and made me sit down on the toilet. He used a flannel and warm water to ease the old plaster off and then inspected the wound and declared it clean. So after washing the make-up off my face, cleaned carefully round the furrow alongside my head and put a fresh dressing on it. 'You'd better take another couple of the pills because I don't want you using the excuse that you've got a headache when we get into bed.' I couldn't help but laugh at that and let him lead me back into the bedroom and then undress me. I played the part of the dutiful husband and got into bed when told and watched as he put the two guns away as well as the money before he took off the underwear and got into bed with me.

'And now my beautiful husband, I want you tell me that I'm beautiful too and you would like to make love to me all night long,' he said as he cuddled up to me, his hand going down to find that I was still erect. 'And then I want this deep inside me to give me pleasure and I hope you too.' I agreed with that and rolled on top of him and we kissed deeply and with some passion and sucked at each other's tongue as we did so.

'I think you are beautiful Tracey,' I said, playing my part, 'and I am hurting down below because I need you so much.' Which was true. My bollocks did hurt and my cock was throbbing fit to burst if I didn't get relief pretty soon. Tracey rolled me off and got a condom out of its wrapper and rolled it on and creamed his backside and assumed the position for me to get behind him.

He gave out a gasp as my swollen cock head pushed its way in past his sphincter muscle and then sighed like I did when it was in and the rest of my cock followed. I couldn't get over the pleasure I felt of having the heat of his body surround my cock as I nestled the cheeks of his bum up against my thighs. Not only that, but the tightness that held me as I began to move in and out as I started to fuck him. They say, which is true, that you get a rush of adrenalin when you kill a man, as I did this evening. But I also got one when I had my cock stuck up inside Tracey and fucked him. Fucked that young man's body and got as much pleasure out of it as he said he did and the bonus part was that he loved me for doing it to him. I felt like a king with my subject beneath me accepting what I gave to him without any coercion or force. Well I did use some force but only in the giving of it not of the wanting to. I really reamed him, moving from side to side as I ploughed into his field, getting little squeals of delight as I did so. Then I came and held him tight as I jerked into him and held him tight as he fell forward onto the bed for me to continue moving inside him as he once again, fucked the mattress with me being the moving force.

I also liked, after his gasp and whimper at my pulling out of him, being rolled over, the condom pulled off and having him suck on me to get the last dregs of my coming for him to taste and swallow. I then drifted off to sleep with Tracey in my arms and my mind running over the events of the day at trying to work out what we had learned and if the assumptions we had made were correct.

 Chapter Five

I was awoken again in that delightful way of having my cock sucked by Tracey. I couldn't help but let him know I was awake as I stretched and spread my legs for him to have good access to my steaming hard on. I loved having that hot mouth and tongue explore the head of my cock as he then now knew I was awake, began to use his hand and I soon came. His mouth was like a limpet around the head of my cock as I spent myself, holding me tight until I had finished and I swear I could feel it being swilled around the head before he swallowed it. I don't know if it was deliberate, but I got another taste of myself when he came up from under the sheet to kiss me. His mouth and tongue were sticky and somehow, I didn't mind for I'd never felt so relaxed after the past few days.




Kane



'So you've had your breakfast,' I murmured. 'What do I get?'

'Well, using your money, I paid the man downstairs enough to feed us for a week, so it shouldn't be long before something arrives,' Tracey said with a smile and another kiss. It was about another ten minutes before the knock came at the door and after being told to enter, he came in with a tray of food plus that welcome coffee pot. I was pampered and I loved it. Tracey poured me coffee and fed me from the tray until I had to plead that I was full. He then finished the rest off and even gave out an unladylike belch when he'd finished himself.

'Now how are we going to spend the day till our foray into the unknown tonight?' Tracey asked me as he snuggled up to me.

'I hadn't really given it much thought,' I said, and then with a grin added, 'but I'm sure something will crop up that will keep us amused.'

'Oooh, you are awful, but I like you,' Tracey said mimicking the late Dick Emery as he gave me a playful punch at the same time. 'I can't think of anything better either.' He gave me a kiss on the cheek and then wiggled about in the bed and settled down in my arms and we dozed off again.

It was the call of nature that woke me up again and so I had a good crap as well as a pee, had a wash and then got back into bed again and prodded Tracey awake for him to do the same.

So we spent the rest of the morning just talking and stroking each other and I couldn't get over the fact at how feminine Tracey looked in his facial features and couldn't resist in kissing him many times till I had another erection and wanted to fuck him.

He loved it and kept urging me to push harder and make it the fuck to end all fucks as I kept ramming myself into him, loving what I was doing and tried as hard as I could to give him as much pleasure as I was able to. I came with my usual vigour and lay on his back afterwards as we both panted from my exertions with us both still up on our knees.

'Jerk me off Mark, please,' he begged. 'While you're inside, jerk me off.' I couldn't refuse this request and so I put my hand down underneath us and took hold of his hard penis and worked my hand on him. It felt hot in my hand and I found that I could hold it quite easily as it wasn't as large as mine. So with my cock still hard up inside him, I worked my hand on his cock until I felt him begin to quiver and then moved my hand faster and felt the surge of his coming push its way up and out, spraying over the bed sheet.

'You just don't know what you've done for me,' he got out in a strangled voice when he finished shuddering. He pulled himself off of me and quickly stripped my condom off and sucked on me and then kissed me all over my body as a way of saying thanks.

Lunch was duly delivered and this we ate before going back to sleep. I was awake before him this time and I drew down the sheet to really look at this young man that I was really becoming infatuated with. It was his body that belied the fact that he wasn't a female though he did look like one facially. The body was lithe and supple and though his arms were not as well filled out as mine, he was still strong. His chest was hairless and not much around his groin, being as I have already said, the same colour as his head hair. His chest was quite broad for his size which I put down to his singing and earlier breathing exercises. The waist was fascinating at it being so narrow and I'm sure it couldn't have been much over eighteen inches. But then his upper thighs and calves were quite muscular due to his swimming lessons and his dancing. His ankles were nice and trim and there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. The only thing that let him down was the size of his penis and balls. It could only have been three inches in its flaccid state and it was hard to even see the sac that held his balls, though they seemed to generate enough sperm as I'd seen what he'd been able to produce.

But this latter didn't stop me from finding out that I was falling in love with this youth for what I couldn't see was his heart. Within that lay his spirit and he had already given me his heart and I guessed, his spirit too. It was this inner person that I was falling in love with. Not the fact that it was another man, but the spirit and heart that was inside this body that lay sleeping beside me.

I suppose that's why I did what I did when we were both fully awake a few minutes later. His eyes came open and he smiled at me when he saw I was looking at his body and there was a definite stirring of his penis at the same time.

'Hello lover,' he said in a husky voice and I couldn't resist laying back down and kissing him on the mouth. Even though I was lying half on top of him, he still had the strength to roll me over and knelt down by my head as he bent himself forward to kiss me again. He didn't stop at my lips but kissed my neck and throat and then down to my chest. From there it was all downhill going slowly across my stomach until he found the tip of my erection where he then blew into the eye of my engorged cock. He stretched his body out and lay down so that he was facing my groin and he pulled my hip towards him so that I was then on my side facing but in an upside down position to him.

His erection was now just a few inches away from my face as he moved a little bit closer and took me into his mouth and began sucking on me. He gave a tremor as I put my hand on his cock and gently moved the outer skin up and down, watching the silky pink head emerge as I did so. If I was enjoying having his mouth on my cock, he must also be getting pleasure out of doing it I thought, so I wondered what it was that he liked. His cock was just an inch or two from my mouth so I tried it. His body gave another tremble when I placed my mouth over the head of his cock and gave him a tentative suck. It was hot and rubbery. Not hard rubber like a dog's bone type of rubber but harder than a frankfurter sausage. That's what I had to visualise in my mind that it was a sausage that I had in my mouth as I sucked but had to remember not to actually chew on it.

But he took over really by taking me as far into his throat as he could and then bringing his teeth into contact with my skin and then slowly drawing his head up so that the teeth gently scratched their way to the head as he kept up the sucking process. So I did the same to him, though almost managing to get the whole of his prick into my mouth before scraping him with my teeth. Then it was the tongue in and under the foreskin to move round the head on the inside.

I had a bit of a problem when it came to him using his hand at the same time as his mouth and tongue. I really didn't have much to grip on but managed with my fingers to work him up and down at the same time.

It was a novel way for me to play with his prick and began to enjoy it but I was really aroused now and I knew I couldn't hold back much longer from coming.

'I'm nearly there,' I gasped, letting go of his prick after what seemed ages of sucking and chewing on it.

'Me too,' he choked out round a mouthful of cock, but I wasn't quite ready to take his come in my mouth so released him from that but continued to jerk him off as I came into his mouth. He kept on sucking at me as I came and then his lot came shooting out of the eye of his cock, all over my forearm as I worked on him.

Somehow I didn't mind the mess he was making as it was fascinating to see this happen as I knew it was exactly what I was doing too. I hesitated a bit after he'd finished coming but said what the hell to myself, if he can do it, so I then put my head back down and took him in again. I still got some of his sperm that had still been inside him though nowhere as much as what had already come out. There wasn't really enough of it to taste as it mixed in with my own saliva so I swallowed what there was and felt quite proud of myself for going as far as I had.

Tracey was most ecstatic as he pulled himself out of my mouth while letting go of me to turn round and give me a big wet kiss and hugged me very tight.

'You big darling you,' he declared between kisses. 'Now I know you love me too.' He then began to lick his own come off my forearm. 'Can't waste this,' he said as he licked my arm clean. 'I'm very proud of you. Not many straight men will do that.'

'Am I straight as you call it?' I asked.

'I think so, for a gay man would have swallowed the lot. I think you might be bi-sexual though you didn't know it. That is the case with a lot of men, them being bi-sexual and never really knowing it until it actually happens to them that they have sex with another man after having had women. But gay, straight or bi-sexual doesn't matter to me which you are for I am most certainly in love with you. You actually put your life at risk last night to save me from harm. Now that earns you the merit of being my knight in shining armour and once a night is not enough for me.' He giggled at this and kissed and hugged me again. 'Let's go out and eat for dinner instead of having to eat what they decided to send up to us. I fancy a little Italian, though I'm glad to have this big Englishman,' and this sent him off into another fit of the giggles.

So we got up and had a shower each and then he did my head dressing again before we got dressed. Tracey did his make-up though I declined to be made to look older again. At least by visiting the club, he was able to change into a different dress this time, and so we went out to look for a restaurant. Tracey gave my arm a squeeze when we were addressed by the porter as Herr and Frau Kaufmann as he bid us a good evening even though it was still daylight out there.

'I liked that,' he chuckled as we went off down the street. 'I like being called Frau Kaufmann though I'd rather be called Mrs. Mark whatever your last name is.' I didn't make any comment to this as it still rankled with me that I couldn't even remember my own last name.

We walked several blocks with Tracey's arm through mine like any old married couple though he looked in the springtime of youth and marriage as he almost skipped along with his arm looped through mine. Whether it was an ingrained habit or not, my eyes kept scanning the street and the traffic, looking at people and trying to spot a man with a broken arm. We'd reached a trattoria that had pavement seating and that was where we stopped. I noticed a black Citroen slowly cruise past but couldn't see the occupants but noted the event because of its slowness, and then it was gone.

I led Tracey to a table and sat so that I could see the street and passers- by. I hadn't even picked up the menu when I noticed a man who had just passed, stop and look back at our table. He then turned and began to walk quite fast towards us and I moved a little in my chair so that my coat was free enough for me to reach for my gun if I needed to.

'Marcus!' The man said as he reached the table. 'Where the hell have you been?' and he pulled out a chair and sat down opposite me. 'Hello,' he said in an aside to Tracey. 'I've been looking all over Berlin for you.'

'Marcus?' Tracey queried sharply, looking at the man 'Marcus who?' The man looked at me with a question in his eyes and so I gave a small nod as I wanted to know the answer too.

'Marcus Kane.'

'With a C or a K?' Tracey snapped.

'With a K,' the man answered somewhat testily, 'and what's your name?'

'Tracey Spencer, and what's yours?' was the snappy answer back. The man looked at me again and so I gave him another small nod.

'Bill Tolliver.' Tolliver! Another link in the chain and he obviously knew me and was in as much danger as I was it appeared. Which was much closer than we knew, for I caught sight of that black Citroen again, still moving slowly but on our side of the street now. As it got closer, I saw that the rear window was down and something was just poking out over the rim as it got closer to where we were sitting.

'London said.....' Tolliver started to say when I realised that it was a gun barrel I'd spotted.

'Get down!' I cried and shoved myself sideways into Tracey, knocking him backwards with me falling on top of him as the burst of gunfire came from the car and sprayed our table and the one that was behind us. Above the chattering noise of the gun I heard the screams from the other table and I had one glimpse of the car as I fell and saw that the man in the passenger seat of the attacking car was none other than the one with the broken arm.

I didn't see any more of the vehicle because Bill Tolliver came crashing down on top of me and I saw that half his face had been blown away and knew that the poor bastard was dead. I heaved his body to one side as I heard the car roar away and I quickly went through Bill's jacket pockets and only found some keys which I hung onto as I hauled a gasping Tracey up from the floor. There were still screams coming from people in and around the restaurant and cries and moans from the other poor sods who had been sitting behind us. All four had been hit in that spray of bullets and there was blood all over the wall behind them. Only one appeared to be moving as I pulled at white faced Tracey's arm and hustled him out onto the pavement.

'Let's move it quick,' I said as I pulled him along, away from the carnage at the restaurant and what would shortly be swarming with police. Tracey stumbled a couple of times in trying to keep pace with me and so I slowed down as we turned a corner away from the shouts and cries of the frightened and wounded people back there.

'What the fuck was that?' Tracey managed to gasp out as our pace slowed.

'We were the subjects of a hit,' I said briefly. 'Tolliver got it as well as some innocents. This is getting a bit too personal and I don't like it,' I finished off rather angrily. Just as we'd found a link, it was destroyed, but what was the reference to London says? It was obviously that Tolliver knew me and my right name but what was our connection together and that remark about London? It's probably becoming clear to you but not to me at the time.

Back in our hotel room, eating whatever it was the porter had got for us, we went over all that Tolliver had said and couldn't come up with an answer. It now made it quite clear that I had to get hold of that broken armed man to try and find out why he was wanting me killed. This made it quite obvious that I was now going to see inside that warehouse where he'd gone the night before.

I tried to talk Tracey out of wanting to come with me, but to no avail.

'They tried to kill me too,' was the argument. 'I want to get my own back as much as you do.' So as the appointed time got close for us to meet with Otto, we got dressed in the darkest clothes we had but I couldn't talk Tracey out of wearing a dress though he did concede to not wear high heeled shoes. The taxi was waiting outside when we emerged from the hotel and got in the back for Otto to drive us to the warehouse. I'd picked the time as I guessed that most of the warehouses would be closed but still early enough for a taxi to still be cruising around.

We went past the warehouse quite fast the first time for an overall look and a bit slower on the second pass which told me enough as to how to get in. So on our third approach, I had Otto drop us off in a blind spot and he gave me a small pencil flashlight to signal when we wanted picking up. We were a hundred yards away from one side of the warehouse and the ground was open, but rough to cross, so we had to be careful where we placed our feet.

We went to ground just outside a perimeter fence to one side of the building where there was a fire escape going up to the second and top floor. I had seen on our first pass that one man was in a guardhouse and another was walking round the building, so we just had to sit and time his round. It took him five minutes to walk round and then he seemed to stop at the guardhouse for ten minutes before doing another round, so we had enough time to get in without him seeing us.

As soon as he passed us on his next check, I threw my coat over the barbed wire at the top and climbed up the wire and dropped down on the other side. Tracey was soon up and then jumped down for me to catch him. His dress flew up as he dropped and I could see everything, even in that dim light.

'Don't you ever wear panties?' I asked him in a whisper.

'Not if I can help it. I like to feel the breeze.' I gave a snort and quickly got my jacket back off the top and we ran across to the fire escape and were soon at the top. The fire door as I expected, was locked from the inside and I was just going to smash a side window when Tracey stopped me.

'They might spot the broken window,' he hissed. 'Move out of the way.' He then pulled out of his dress pocket a small glass cutter with a hook on the end. The catch holding the window shut was one of the circular hoops on a spring and it was by this that Tracey quickly scored a half circle near this catch and knocked the small piece of glass inside that hardly made any noise as it fell. Then with the cutter reversed, simply hooked the catch and the window was open. 'You learn a lot in the back streets of London,' he grinned as he held the window up for me to climb in. With him in, we closed the window and checked to make sure that the fire door would open and wasn't jammed or chained for our getaway.

We were in a short corridor between what could have been offices or storage rooms and we could see a couple of lights down at the far end of the warehouse. We cautiously went to where we could see the whole interior that was full of machines but appeared to be derelict in their use. Whereas the machines where the lights were seemed new from where we were standing. We still waited to see if anybody was about on the warehouse floor before moving off ourselves.

With it apparently deserted, we then made our way to a staircase that led to the lower floor and quickly and silently made our way down and towards the lights. It was obvious as we got closer that the machines we were getting near were printing presses and the best bit was to find, from scraps of paper on the floor by them that they were indeed being used to print funny money.

I moved in between two of these machines and found that one was for printing fifty Euro notes and another, English twenty pound ones. A quick look at another machine showed that it had a counter on it that would be used to put the numbers on the notes with the digits changing at ever press of the machine. Along one wall was what appeared to be two big commercial tumble dryers that when I opened one had a lot of what looked like poker chips inside. These I assumed were used to be filled with the newly printed notes and then with them full and turned on, the rolling action would agitate the chips inside with the notes and make them look as if they'd been in many a pocket and wallet.

Now what were we to do with this knowledge came to mind and one was to try and remove the plates as evidence or destroy them.

'Find a spanner or something,' I said to Tracey, telling him what we should do. I went one way and Tracey went another just as a door opened and in came the man with the broken arm.

'What the hell?' he exclaimed as he saw me out in the open and he quickly reached into his coat for a gun. I can't explain why he was faster than me, but his gun was out as I was still trying to reach the butt of mine.

'You bastard,' came the shout from Tracey as he threw a spanner at the man. This was enough distraction for he swung the gun as the spanner hit him and fired off a shot at Tracey who had ducked down again behind a machine. The bullet made a whine as it ricocheted off some metal but it gave me time to get my gun out and fired a split second before he fired the second shot at me. His shot whined up to the ceiling because my shot had caught him in the throat and knocked him backwards. That's for Tolliver I said to myself with savage glee as he went crashing backwards into some shelving. The shots were loud enough to wake the dead let alone this shelving that was now falling over in a domino effect by the impact of the man hitting them. The noise would soon bring the two guards from outside so I shouted at Tracey that we had to get out of there. 




Kane & Spencer



Prologue

I wanted to title this book as Marcus and Spencer, but the editor, for obvious reasons, wouldn't let me. My name is Marcus Kane and my partner is Tracey Spencer. I say partner in its fullest sense, as we are both male and we sleep and have sex together. Tracey was and still is a practising homosexual, while I'm just practising at the moment, for I don't know if I was one before I met Tracey, and that was only, what, sixteen days ago.

That was in a transvestite night club called the Blue Parrot in Berlin. Tracey was the star of the cabaret, though it wasn't for him or the others that I was in there, but other business. It seems I got into a fight with three men, getting shot in the head, a wound really, but it caused amnesia. I killed the man who'd shot me and one of the others died later in hospital. The third man escaped with a broken arm.

Now I don't remember this, but was told later by Tracey, for he hustled me out of the club, blood pouring from my head and took me to an hotel. I can only date my memory from the following morning when I woke up to find Tracey astride of me and using my erection to fuck himself with. It appeared that I had also fucked him twice during the night and he was very pleased that I had done so.

I must have enjoyed it for I then fucked him at least twice a day if he wasn't sucking on my tool. It came to pass that I wondered what it was like being fucked for he seemed to get a great deal of pleasure out of it. His prick was nearly half the size of mine when erect, so I didn't think it would hurt if I let him do it to me. I too found out that it was enjoyable as well as sucking on him when we did it mutually.

He kept calling himself Mrs. Kane to my amusement and came to love him as much as he loved me. So for the sixteen days, we fucked and sucked and told each other that we both loved the other. That was between us getting shot at and almost killed nearly every other day, and not only in Berlin, but in England too.

Following various clues as they occurred, we broke up a counterfeit ring in Berlin and found out that it was all being orchestrated from England. But also that it was being done all over Europe and the head of this organisation was Sir Bernard Brakestone of Brakestone Manor.

On arrival in England to follow this up we were shadowed and chased by the Special Branch, so I didn't know who I was working for or on which side of the fence I was. It was only after meeting up with ex-army fellows that I had a small army to raid Brakestone Manor and seize money and documents to cripple the whole enterprise, though the king pin managed to escape. When picked up by the Special Branch and taken to the Foreign Office, was then I found out that I worked for them and had been undercover to do the very thing I had done without knowing it. I also learned in the few days before that I was a wealthy man and owned four large houses just off Whitehall and got substantial rents from the apartments that these houses had been turned into. My apartment was in one of the buildings and it was to here that Tracey and I moved on being told to take a month's leave from a knife wound I'd received about five days earlier.

There was much more to it, but I've only given you the brief outline of what had happened over those sixteen days and little bits of my past that we'd gleaned from other people, so we were greeted by Charlie, an ex-sergeant who'd served with me and had been on the raid at the Manor and was currently the caretaker of the house with my apartment in it.

          Chapter One

'That was very thoughtful of Charlie,' said Tracey as we entered the apartment, pointing to the flowers placed in a large vase on the table in the entrance hall. He'd paused to touch them and then looked into the big mirror on the wall behind them. His hand went to the side of his head to fluff up his hair a little. It was one of these little feminine things that endeared him to me, not to mention the dresses he wore or the sexy underwear that turned me on every time I saw him without the dress. 

He was about five foot eight without the high heeled shoes, and had the most beautiful face I'd ever seen on a man and was framed by hair that hung to his shoulders and curled up nicely at that point. It wasn't blond, but a very light brown and the cuffs and collar matched and had no need to dye it. His eyes were blue and always sparkling and he made them seem wider by the careful use of eye shadow. Make-up was kept to a minimum for he didn't really need it as his lips were all ready quite red and not overfull but just right for kissing. His mouth wasn't too large either but just the right size to take the head of my cock in and still be able to use his tongue on me at the same time.

It was when he was only wearing his underwear that I would really get a steaming hard on, for from the back you would swear it was a woman. His shoulders were not that broad and across his back would be the padded bra strap, his back went down to a very slim waist that many women would envy. But then came the suspender belt that held up his stockings that really caught the eye for the belt and the stocking tops framed the cheeks of his bum. They were round and firm and had muscles that had to be felt to be believed and looked so perfect that I had the constant desire to touch and stroke them, the cleft made it look like a peach that gave you the desire to bite and taste the succulent flesh. It was into this cleft that I loved to put my cock. To nuzzle the hole that was usually hidden and to feel him wiggle as it touched him and when teased enough, he would beg me to put it inside and fuck him.

This I would do at least twice a day for I loved him, not only to look at but to fuck and he loved me to do both, and as often as I could.

'Yes, they're lovely,' I said about the flowers and moved behind him and kissed his neck and looked up to see the two of us framed in the mirror. With his high heels on, he was only about two inches shorter than me and I rested my chin on his shoulder as I looked at our reflection in the mirror and watched his face open up into his lovely smile. My eyes are as blue as his but have that look of age in them, for I had found out that I was thirty years of age whereas he was only twenty. My hair is dark and in a half light would be taken for being black. Light eyebrows, unplucked as his were, a straight nose and an almost square chin. White teeth without any fillings and I could see that I needed a shave. That was one area that Tracey was lucky for he only needed to shave once a week and that was only to remove bum fluff at that. I was also still wearing a plaster over the head wound from that pistol shot in Berlin, but I thought that I would soon be leaving it off for it was healing nicely as was the knife wound in the side. The strike that was made on me would have killed me if I hadn't caught a glimpse of my attacker and had been able to turn in time. I'd caught hold of his arm and we fell out of the bathroom we were in, into the lounge where I managed to get up on top and having lost my gun, got my hand and arm round his throat and broke his neck.

It was in Bill Tolliver's place that he'd just ransacked that we fought. He'd already tried to get into my place but Charlie had stopped him from entering. Tracey had known the man having gone to school with him in the East End of London. He had been one of the gang trying to stop me that I had now broken up with the two leaders, the brother's Boyle, now in police custody.

I had been stitched up in a hospital and needed the dressings changed each day which Tracey saw to, and the stitches were due to be removed within the next day or so as that wound was healing nicely as well.

I turned my head and nuzzled Tracey's hair through to his ear and kissed it as I whispered to him.

'You look good enough to eat.'

'Well let's go to bed and eat each other then,' he said, leaning his head into my shoulder, his eyes shining at the suggestion. So with our arms around each other, we went into the massive room where this triple size bed was waiting for us.

I kicked off my shoes and let him undress me for he liked doing this, especially when it came to pulling down my underpants. My erection sprang out as it always did and smacked him under the chin and then I weaved my hips from side to side while his open mouth tried to catch it as he was down on his knees before me. If I was lucky, I could smack him several times across the cheeks with it before it was trapped in that hot mouth of his. His tongue forcing its way under the foreskin to run round the head before he really gave it a few powerful sucks before releasing it with a kiss on the tip to rise up and take off his dress.

This was a show in itself as he slowly pulled the dress up to reveal that he didn't wear panties and it was the incongruous sight of seeing his small erection jutting out from this female attire that really made my cock begin to throb as I sat on the edge of the bed to watch. The dress would be off and then dropped on the dressing table stool for me to see the cheeks of his bum as I have already described, and he would run his hands over them and almost make me drool with the anticipation of having my cock up in there.

But turning round, his cock would bounce as he came over for me to bend my head and give him a suck before he pushed me onto the bed and got on himself. He kept the underwear on for he knew now that I liked him wearing it as we went into each other's arms and kissed while our cocks clashed together.

He had strong thighs from his school day's swimming and his subsequent dancing, though his calves were firm and shapely and his ankles nice and trim and looked perfect when he wore his high heeled shoes. These legs swung up when I'd wrestled him onto his back and the ankles would cross over my back and he squeezed me tight to him and squashed our cocks to our stomachs.

He made the first move by releasing me and heaving me over onto my back, began kissing me. He started at my eyes before kissing my nose and lips and then began to kiss me all the way down, moving his body round at the same time so that when he was lying full length on top of me to take my cock into his mouth, I had his there ready for me to do the same.

I loved the way he chewed on me like a dog with a rubber bone which is how I would describe it, a soft rubber bone like I had in my mouth as I chewed and sucked on him. I think it was only a week after we had met that I was sucking on him at the same time, and learned to follow what he did. He was an expert at knowing how hard to bite and how to use his tongue to excite the nerve ends where the foreskin meets the head on the inside.

It didn't take him long to arouse me enough for me to come into his mouth, and my coming triggering him to do the same. Both of us bucking a little as we thrust our cocks into our mouths, to feel the jetting sperm begin to fill it. I now liked having his sperm, to taste and move about inside my mouth like an oyster before swallowing it. Then I licked his cock all round both the inside and outside of the foreskin before sucking out the last of his come. We both liked to nibble on the shaft, especially the underside and he had been thrilled the first time I had taken his balls into my mouth to roll around and suck.

With our aching balls relieved and our erections getting slightly soft, we broke apart and he turned round on the bed and came into my arms. We kissed as we smiled at each other with our eyes and I felt at peace with the world as we did this. I couldn't, or wouldn't have ever believed that I could fall in love with another man and take his cock into my mouth to suck and drink of his essence. Nor that I would ever fuck one and have him fuck me until I was with Tracey. I loved him and I knew he loved me for he kept telling me this fact. There's this joke about once a king, always a king, but once a knight is enough. I was both his king and his knight but once was never enough, for about an hour later, he had roused me up hard again, but for fucking him this time.

'I'm going to wear this down to a stub,' he crooned as he rolled a condom down on my erection.

'And I'll make you bigger than the Grand Canyon,' I laughed.

'Then you'll have to find a friend to help you fill it.'

'No bloody way. Your oil well is only for this drilling rig,' I said as I rolled him onto his front. He came up onto his knees, the suspender straps sliding round the cheeks of his bum to stop down the sides of his thighs. I now had my perfect view in the whole world. The cheeks of his bum there before me, to touch and stroke and marvel at how soft and yet firm those two halves of the peach were. We didn't need cream now he was so used to my size but he still gave out that little eek as the head of my cock enlarged him enough for it to slip inside. With me giving a grunt from having the head compressed by his sphincter muscle as it went in and the rest of my cock followed until I was well and truly inside him. The all round pressure was wonderful and I liked the feel of the cheeks of his bum tight up against the tops of my thighs as I nestled myself inside and really felt I was in heaven in both body and mind.

It was glorious to be able to stroke the bare flesh of his waist and sides as I began to move my hips backwards and forwards and feel my prick slide inside his channel as I slowly began to fuck him. If only nature would hold back I could have carried on for hours just having and feeling the pleasure I was getting through my cock as it was alternately squeezed and released as it moved within him. 

Today I took my time, looking down to see it emerge from his behind till the head of my cock began to enlarge him before letting it slide back out of view again. God, I loved fucking this boy as I thought of him, he being ten years younger than myself. His body was one to hold, to love and above all, to fuck and I simply loved doing it. But as I have said, you cannot hold back nature and so as I felt I was getting near, my movements in and out of him got faster. He knew when I was ready for he then began to urge me to push harder into him, and so I did. Holding his hips firm in my grip, I began to pull him backwards onto me as I rammed forwards, our flesh making smacking sounds as our bodies met and I felt my cock begin to swell as the seed came up the tube and began to spurt out into the condom. I was by then, really ramming myself hard into him, the sounds louder as we smacked together and then the final heaves as I held him very tight, almost lifting his knees off the bed as I held him to pump out the last surge of come inside.

'Let me fuck the bed,' he got out in a strangled voice, and so I lay on his back as he slowly sank down till he was flat on his front with his cock now between him and the bed. I was still stuck hard up inside him and then began to rock myself on him as I lay on his back. This was another way that he liked his sex. For me to be on his back while inside him, to grasp his shoulders by putting my hands up under his armpits so that I could still heave myself into him. This rocking motion as I still continued to fuck him, rubbed his cock between the bed sheet and his stomach and he would come this way.

'Harder, harder, I'm nearly there,' he gasped out and so I doubled my efforts and fucked him harder and got a lot of grunts and sighs as he came to make a mess of himself as well as the sheet. I only stopped moving when I felt his body go slack beneath me, knowing that he had spent himself and I kissed the back of his neck and got a whisper back in return.

'I love you Marcus and I'm never going to stop saying it.'

'I love you too and so neither will I stop,' I breathed out into his ear, and so we lay like this for several minutes to regain our breath before I began to rise up and pull out of him. He cried as my cock popped out and I got off his back.

I went into the bathroom and peeled off the condom with some toilet paper and dropped the lot in the toilet and flushed it away. I then went and put the plug into the bath and turned on the taps.

The bathroom which I haven't described yet was as big as a normal household's lounge, but dominated by this big corner bath that had fittings inside to make the bubbles that could almost be a massage if turned on to full force. As with the rest of the bathroom, the fittings were gold and shone in the soft lighting. The shower was big enough for three people to get in, but I wanted to soak in a bath at this moment. The toilet was almost what you would call a standard bog as was the bidet. There were two wash basins set into a marble surface and had huge mirrors with lights above them. The walls were tiled but the floor was covered in a thick carpet and there were dryers set into the ceiling that dried you almost from the moment you stepped out of the bath or shower. I checked that the temperature of the running water was right and went back into the bedroom and helped Tracey off the bed and into the bathroom. His eyes, when he had seen it for the first time had almost come out of his head. For as a boy, his bath was a tin tub in front of the fire in a small room that was only half the size of this bathroom, but this was going to be his first time, and mine, without having a memory, in a bath this big.

The temperature was fine and when we were both in, the height of the water was just right, so the flow was stopped.

'This is perfect,' and he really purred out the last word as he slowly sank down till the water lapped his chin. He was in one corner and I was in the other, and his foot was right in my groin and he used his toes to waggle my now limp prick about. There were some bottles of bath salts on the side which he opened to sniff at first before pouring a generous helping into the bath which gave us an instant foam that covered the surface, and it also smelt nice. 'Not only nice but bloody luxurious. Why on earth did you ever leave this to go out and get shot at?' he asked, his toes still playing between my legs.

'Come on Tracey. You know I don't remember anything. Maybe it was excitement, I just don't know.'

'Well I was glad not to find a woman's touch about the place, though these bath salts are rather decadent. You're sure you haven't got a woman stashed about somewhere, or maybe another man?' This last was said rather slyly and I was getting rather a lot of pressure around the old todger from his toes at the same time as the question. 

'Not that I recall,' I laughed. 'But I think you'll do in the absence of others,' I continued as my foot had now found his crotch and was doing the same to him with my toes.

'Am I going to stay being Mrs. Kane,' his face now having gone serious looking, 'now that you know you've got all this.'

'My dear darling Tracey. You can be Mrs. Kane for as long as you want to be. That's a promise,' and I meant it.

'You darling!' he cried, his face lighting up as he lunged up from the water and came down with a big splash onto my front and his hand came up and held my face as he kissed me. 'You won't regret it, I promise that too. I'll always be here for you to make love to me as often as you want it.'

'You mean as long as you want it,' I said with a laugh.

'That too,' he grinned as he kissed me again. Then he found the shampoo and began to wash my hair. In fact, he washed me all over, taking care of my hurt side. I loved the attention I was getting and wouldn't change it for the world.

I was also dried carefully in spite of the warm air that blew down on our bodies and he saw to a fresh dressing being put on my side. Then swathed in big bath robes, we inspected the kitchen and found that Charlie had put plenty of food in the refrigerator for us.

'I'm am really going to love being Mrs. Kane,' he said as he began getting food out and putting it on the massive work surface. 'This place is a woman's dream,' he said as he began to prepare us a meal and I sat down to watch and opened a bottle of wine. If fact another two bottles were opened as we sat down to steak and garlic mushrooms and broccoli. The sauce he made would have made any gourmet chef envious.




Kane & Spencer



Then it was back to bed that I had him remake for where he had come onto the sheets, was my side of the bed. There, in thanks for such a wonderful meal, as we kissed, I said that he could fuck me before I fucked him. This pleased him and he quickly donned a condom as I got onto the bed and went onto my knees.

I was getting to like his soft hands hold my hips and have him push himself into me, to feel the heat and throb of his cock as he nestled it inside me. I would have thought it degrading really to have another man stick his cock up my arse and fuck me, but, as I loved this man, I welcomed and enjoyed it as he moved in and out as he fucked me. It might have been a different matter if he had been as big as me, but his was enough to give me the same kind of pleasure that he got from mine. It also gave me pleasure for him to be so pleased when I let him have me in this way. By having his prick up inside and feel it excite me, made me even harder as I knew that I would be having him a few minutes later.

Which I did, and loved every minute of being inside him and the subsequent coming, and the following sucking to clean up my cock before we settled down for the night. Tired as we were, we still talked as we lay in each other's arms, giving and taking the odd kiss in our aftermath of love making.

'Just think. We have a whole month of this here before they expect you back at work,' he said.

'Ah. Well I've been having thoughts about that,' I said, and he lifted up his head which had been in the crook of my arm to look up at me with a question in his eyes. 'I was thinking of us taking a little holiday. In the sun.'

'In the sun?' repeating me. 'Where?' his eyes now alight.

'I was thinking of somewhere like the Caribbean, Bahamas maybe.'

'Oh Marcus! How wonderful! I've never been there. I've seen lots of pictures, the sand, sea, palm trees and always the sunshine. You did mean to include me, didn't you?' I wasn't quite sure if there was a catch in his voice as he asked this.

'I wouldn't go if you weren't with me,' I said, and got a cheek full of kisses and a hug for this. He was easily pleased with every little thing I did for him, almost like a child to be given a present at Christmas.

'When we're you thinking of going?'

'Well, my stitches should be taken out tomorrow, so how about the day after?'

'Great!' he cried, rolling over to be on top of me.

'Ow!' I cried. 'I said I'd have the stitches out tomorrow, not now.' Then it was all kisses of apology as he rolled off, relieving the pressure on my wounded side. It was some time before he stopped kissing and caressing me before he went to sleep and let me do the same.

           Chapter Two

Boy did I get a nice wake up call. My balls had been thoroughly rolled around and washed and had my erection adequately scratched with his teeth before being taken into his mouth for the glorious face fuck that I gave him. We'd rolled onto our sides and he held the root of my cock so that I wouldn't choke him as I bucked my hips between his lips that were clamped round the head and I jerked and fucked him in the mouth and sighed with pleasure as I came into his cavern and saw the delight in his eyes that swivelled up to shine at me as my come filled his mouth. Then he made me laugh as he rolled his eyes and I felt his tongue swirl the sperm round the head of my cock before he swallowed what had come out of my balls.

He was like a bubbling child as he made us our breakfast and after that, showering and the rest, we got dressed and went off to the hospital to have my stitches removed. That didn't take long and it was still only midmorning and I thought it would only be a courtesy to call into the Foreign Office to tell my boss Spencer that we would be leaving the country on a holiday as part of my recuperation. He was pleased that I had called in and I suddenly had an idea and wondered how he would take what I was going to suggest.

'Sir. You know that Tracey and I are living together and I have just said that we are going away on holiday. It would make life a lot easier if someone downstairs could come up with a joint passport.' There, I'd said it! His face was a picture at this suggestion. 'Tracey was a damn sight more help than I got from Tolliver,' I added. He gave a noise that a buffalo might have made when annoyed, but I'm not quite sure never having known if I'd ever faced an angry buffalo or not.

'That's a highly irregular request,' he said, still looking angry.

'But it's one that will make sure I come back in one month,' I countered, using this as blackmail. He pondered this for a moment and then scribbled a note and passed it across to me.

'Take this downstairs and just make sure that I see you in a month's time.' I thanked him and quickly left his office and collected Tracey who I'd made wait outside whilst I was in the office.

'What was that about?' he asked as I moved to the lifts and got in and pressed the button for a few floors down.

'I'll tell you in a minute,' I said as we stopped at the floor the note said I was to go to and went along a corridor and into the forgery section. It was one large room that had many desks, piled high with paperwork and many with magnifying lights attached to the sides. One man got up and came forward to ask if he could help. I passed across the note from Spencer which he read.

'When do you want it?' he asked.

'As soon as possible. We're leaving tomorrow,' I said.

'Rush, rush, rush,' he grumbled. 'Come over here then. It'll take an hour.' 

'That's fine,' I said, as we followed him and then I was sat down before a camera with a white back drop. I tore off the light plaster that the hospital had put on my head and had my photograph taken. Then Tracey had his taken. I thanked the man and said we would be back in an hour, giving him the names I wanted in the passport.

'What was that in aid of?' Tracey asked as we left the building to find a pub for the next hour.

'We are going on a mission,' I said mysteriously.

'I thought we were going on holiday?' he almost wailed.

'We are, but they think it's a mission,' I said as we went into a pub and I had a pint and Tracey had a gin and tonic.

We were back in the time stated, Tracey none the wiser because I wouldn't tell him. I collected the passport and it wasn't until we were outside that I showed it to him. He really squealed with delight when he saw that inside it stated that the two photographs were of Mr. and Mrs. Kane. 

'You lovely man,' he cried and kissed me, almost startlingly the horse outside of Horse Guards Parade. He was positively bubbling as we walked the short way from Whitehall to where we now lived.

'We got married!' Tracey cried out to Charlie as we entered the building and shoved the passport under his nose as proof of the non event.

'Congratulations Miss Tracey,' he managed to get out and I knew that he hadn't been fooled by the passport, knowing the business I was in.

'It's a business thing I'm into at work,' I exclaimed, closing one eye. This he understood and nodded as he congratulated Tracey once again. 'We'll be leaving first thing in the morning I think and expect to be away about three weeks or so.'

'Well just ring down for when you want a taxi sir,' he said as we went upstairs.

Tracey was in my arms and all over me as soon as we got inside the apartment door and it took me quite some time to extricate myself from the kisses and hugs and thanks I was getting for me to get to the phone.

I had since found my gold credit card in the apartment and had no trouble booking an early first class flight to Nassau from Heathrow. The next call was to the Hilton in Nassau and book a suite for the next three weeks, money not being any object considering I'd taken enough to cover everything from the raid on Brakestone Manor.

'What about clothes?' Tracey said.

'Do you know that you are really beginning to sound like a wife,' I said, regretting the way I had said it but was grateful that he didn't pick up on it. I knew he hadn't for he came straight into my arms full of apologies for making it sound as though it was my fault he didn't have enough clothes. I accepted his kisses and assured him that he only had to pack the bare necessities as he could buy what he liked at the airport and what they didn't have that he wanted, in the Bahamas.

The dinner again that night was superb and for afters, I had Tracey across the table he wanted it so bad, not only for himself, but to show his gratitude for having had a passport made to show that he was my wife.

It was also his enthusiasm that raised me up to love and relish the scattering of the table's contents as he flayed his arms as I roughly entered and fucked him. I enjoyed it as much as he did though maybe more on my part, for I didn't use a condom, but went bareback. I know that a condom should be used at all times but, well, passion takes over sometimes and then it's just a matter of getting stuck in. There's more feeling doing it without one and Tracey had said more than once that he can actually feel it burst inside him to his greater pleasure.

So after giving him the trauma of my withdrawal, I went and showered and had the pleasure of his company in the large cubicle to actually see that I was properly cleaned down there for him to take me once more into his mouth. I always thought of it being demeaning for him to go down onto his knees before me to suck on my cock, and yet, when I did the same to him, I saw it from a different perspective and saw it as love, not only for what I was about to suck, but the person I was going to suck upon. It's strange how different the outlooks are from the angle of the giver and recipient. But I thought nothing now of what might be called debasing oneself by going down onto my knees, for it was also showing that I was returning the love that the other one had been giving to me.

We dried each other after our shower and went to bed, from where I phoned down to Charlie to say what time I wanted the taxi and to give me a call at least an hour and a half before hand. The extra would be for the sex that both Tracey and I would want when we woke up. Breakfast we could get either at the airport or on the aircraft. Tracey and I still had oral sex before we went to sleep in that position.

          Chapter Three

Charlie duly woke us up with a call on the phone and found that I was as hard as I'd ever been every morning on waking. Tracey said it was the best time, me being so hard at this time and made the most of it. He really loved being fucked first thing as he said he could then feel that he was really being reamed as if by a barge pole. Mind you, I liked feeling the cheeks of his bum at any time and enjoyed stuffing my prick between them and giving him the best that I can. We both really liked the early morning sex session over all the others during the day or night.

As a bonus, I let Tracey fuck me and loved him entering me and rub my insides with his cock before he came, to finish up laying on my back as he panted because of his exertions. With his light weight on my back there, I thought that next time, I would let him have me for me to fuck the mattress and see if I would like it that way as he did. But, enough was enough as time was running out fast before our taxi would arrive. So it was into the shower and the rest before getting dressed and making sure that the passport that Tracey loved was safely in my pocket along with plenty of money.

Charlie phoned up to say that the taxi had arrived, and so with only one suitcase, Mr. and Mrs. Kane went down to start their holiday in the Bahamas.

The first class lounge was superb and Tracey was happy to go off and spend a couple of hundred pounds in the shops and the stewardesses didn't mind the extra baggage we acquired and saw to the stowing away of it when we boarded our flight. It was a champagne breakfast which delighted Tracey and he kept me amused for the whole eight hour flight. Lunch was just as good and couldn't find fault with any part of the service we received on our outward flight. Though the trip took eight hours, we'd travelled across five time zones, so when we landed, it was still morning. A car took us to the hotel and it was lunchtime when we arrived. I felt naked somehow by not wearing my shoulder holster, but I was on holiday, so I didn't think I'd need it.

I'd booked the most expensive suite that was available and so we were greeted most royally and quickly ensconced on the top floor with a balcony that overlooked the sea.

'It's beautiful,' Tracey exclaimed, scooting out to see the view before even looking at the rooms. 'Come and see!' he cried, so I dutifully went out and agreed that it was a magnificent view indeed. As was the weather compared to London, magnificent in the difference that made you want to take your clothes off to cool down. I was comfortable at first by just taking my coat off, but when Tracey took off his dress for me to see him in his underwear, I was then uncomfortable in my trousers, so they came off. Well one thing leads to another so I finished up bollock naked sitting on a sitting room chair and Tracey got astride of my erection, his stockinged legs causing static sparks to fly as he slid down onto my shaft and gave me a lovely sit down fuck. We kissed as he bounced up and down on me and it wasn't long before I held his waist and helped him to move as I surged up as I came in great bursts. It had been about ten hours or so since I'd last had an emission and so there was quite a bit to heave and pump out.

Tracey had his head thrown back, the cords on his neck standing out as we both strained against each other. Me to get rid of my sperm, him to get as much of my prick up inside him as I did so. He hadn't come at the same time and I knew he would still want to get his rocks off, so when he stood up and I came out and was free, I moved him away and went down on my knees in front of him. He stood there like some statuette, proud and haughty with his hands on his hips, but it was his outstanding prick that spoilt the image. But he needed me as much as I found I needed him and took his cock, small as it was, into my mouth till my lips touched the base of his stomach. Then I began to suck on him as his hands came up to hold my head and stroke my hair as I tongued and sucked. I let him take over when he was about to come, holding my head tight as I held my mouth and lips firm round his cock as he face fucked me. He came in great bursts and sent more come into my mouth than I thought his balls could hold. I swallowed most of it but saved some there to pass over to him when I rose up and kissed him. It was a trick he had taught me and we lost most of it in his sudden outburst of laughter.

Tracey fled into the bedroom when a knock came on the door but I stayed naked, not ashamed of what I'd got when the waiter came in with the lunch that I'd ordered. Call it bravado or just showing off what a big cock I'd got, but it was also to show how bad his timing was in interrupting a sex session between a man and his wife. I signed the bill and added a tip and watched his red face quickly disappear from the suite.

'His face would have been even redder if he'd seen the real Mrs. Kane in the same state,' Tracey said after I'd described the waiter's expression at seeing me naked with a steaming hard on. We both laughed and then set upon our lunch which was really our dinner according to my watch which I hadn't put onto Caribbean time.

We went to bed after the meal and stayed there for nearly fifteen hours of mixed sex and sleep.

We had breakfast sent up and Tracey quickly covered his naked body with his robe when the same waiter brought it in. I was wearing a bathrobe this time and he gave a small smile at Tracey before he left.

'I think he was surprised to see you still here after he'd seen what I had for you last night,' I laughed.

'Maybe he was hoping that I wasn't,' Tracey said slyly with a smirk on his face. 'There's many a person who would like to have what I get every day. Maybe you could be like a doctor's prescription. To be taken three times a day either orally or as a suppository,' and he burst out laughing at the thought. His laugh was infectious and I couldn't help but join in and then jump on the settee to kiss him for making me feel so young.

'Mind your side,' he said gasping between kisses. 'You've only had the stitches out one day. I don't want to have you back into a hospital again so soon.'

'Do you think I'm that accident prone?' I asked.

'Well in a short space of time you've been hit with a bullet and taken a knife and dodged I don't know how many other bullets, but I'd rather visit you in hospital than a morgue.'

'Well thanks for being so cheerful. Look, we're miles away from all that so what can happen here?'

'Sunstroke for one thing, so let's eat that breakfast and go and find the sun.'

We ate breakfast but instead of going down to the pool, we stretched out naked on our balcony on the loungers that were there to be used. The room even provided sun oil which gave me great pleasure to use on his back, my hand lingering over the cheeks of his bum as I rubbed it in. He paid more attention to my cock because I wanted to lie on my back. He put so much on he was almost jerking me off.

'Well it should be erect if it's going to get the sun,' he said at my comments. 'Look how silly it would look if it was all shrunk up as it caught the sun. When you then get an erection it would look like a barber's pole being covered in alternate red and white stripes.' I must say again that he did make me laugh and it wasn't before long that our two oil covered bodies were slipping around on a lounger as we attempted to rape each other. We called a mutual truce for a few minutes so that would both gather our forces and then we raped each other.

I will say I was most envious later in the evening. We'd stayed out in the sun all day and where I went red, he went brown. It wasn't noticeable until after we'd had our shower to get the oil off and then it was apparent. I'd hired a dinner suit and he'd bought an off the shoulder white dress and with his face, neck and shoulders a nice brown, he looked ravishing. I nearly didn't go down to dinner for I would rather have had him instead as he looked that desirable.

If only you knew I said to myself as I saw the admiring glances Tracey kept getting as I escorted him to a table for dinner that evening. His hair had been brushed back and clipped at the back to show his neck and he looked absolutely stunning there in the candlelight and I basked in the glow of being the most envied man in the restaurant that night.

I ordered the best on the menu and the most expensive wine to go with it and then nearly choked on the first glass.

          Chapter Four

The reason for that was I had just spotted Bee Bee. That was the nickname for Sir Bernard Brakestone, the man who had got away from us a few days ago. How in God's name had he turned up here? I managed to get that mouthful down before speaking in a low voice to Tracey telling him who I had just seen come into the restaurant.

He did a double take and whispered back that he couldn't believe it either.

'What the hell is he doing here?' he asked.

'I was wondering the same,' I replied.

'Do you think he's recognised us?' Tracey asked anxiously.

'Well I've never met him, but you've seen him close up.'

'Well my face was much darker than this. I was blacked up remember? Besides, I was wearing trousers, you know, those combat type things. The first pair of trousers I'd worn since I was sixteen.' I grinned at this, and sat and wondered what I could do to get at him. I beckoned over a waiter and asked if he could identify Brakestone when I pointed him out.




Kane & Spencer



'That is Sir Bertram Bingham, sir,' he told me. I thanked him and wondered how many passports he had and was he vain enough to have every one using the same initials.

We finished our wonderful dinner and then went back up to our suite where he was the topic of our conversation. So much was he in my thoughts that I was only able to fuck Tracey once. I think he understood and cuddled up to me in our air conditioned room that was chilly enough to warrant a little bodily warmth. 

It was down in the lobby next morning that I found out a bit more about him. He had a yacht out in the harbour but quite often dined ashore for dinner, and still going under the name that the waiter had given me at dinner. It was the mention of the yacht that gave me an idea.

'Come on,' I said to Tracey, 'we're going out shopping.'

'What for,' he asked.

'A bomb,' I said. This shut up the questions for quite a few minutes.

'I know this is going to sound stupid, but what do you want a bomb for?' he finally got to ask me.

'You're right. It was a stupid question. I'm going to blow something up, and before you ask the next one, it's going to be a boat.'

'Okay, I can guess the next answer. Bee Bee's?'

'Right.'

'So where are you going to get this bomb from?'

'I think I know of a shop that might just have one,' and we went out of the hotel and got into the first taxi that was in line outside. 'British High Commission please,' I asked the driver, and off we went. We could have walked, if I'd known exactly where it was, but it also looked better to arrive in a car. There was a sentry of sorts at the gate and by showing my British passport, we were allowed in the gate. Another man met us at the doorway and asked our business.

'I'm here to see the Governor,' I said.

'Do you have an appointment sir?'

'No, but just show him this and I think he'll see me,' I said, giving him my passport. He told us to take a seat which was just inside the lobby while he went off.

'What makes you think he'll see you by just looking at your passport?' Tracey whispered to me. I think he whispered because the lobby was a huge tiled place that had a large dome in the ceiling and sound did seem to echo through the place.

'Well Spencer knew we were coming out here, so I think he just might have dropped them a line about me. We'll soon know if he did or not.' We sat there for several minutes before the man came back, minus my passport.

'The Governor is a very busy man but can give you five minutes,' he said. I gave Tracey a smirk and we got up and followed the man to what was obviously the Governor's office. He knocked on the door before opening it and ushered us inside. The Governor, a broad shouldered man in his mid to late fifties I would have said, stood up and came round his big desk and shook my hand.

'Governor Rawlings Mr. Kane, Mrs. Kane.' Tracey also shook hands with him.

'Please sit down,' Rawlings said, indicating two chairs before his desk. So we sat as he went back round his desk and sat down too.

'Ah, London said you were coming out here Mr Kane, for a holiday, and I, ah, er, did rather hope that you wouldn't be visiting me,' he said, handing me back my passport.

'Sorry to hear that,' I said with a smile, somehow feeling pleased at his discomfort. 'I hadn't really intended to, but I'm in a little bit of trouble.'

'Ah, that's what I was afraid of,' he said with a wan smile.

'It isn't serious at the moment, but I need some help. I....'

'Please Mr. Kane,' he interrupted. 'Don't tell me. The less I know the better. I think you'd better talk to the Trade Attaché. He, er, sort of deals with things that I shouldn't be aware of.' He picked up his phone and pressed a button. 'Oh, ah, Dennis. I have a Mr. Kane and Mrs. Kane here in the office. I think Mr. Kane wishes to talk to you, could you come in? Thank you very much.' He put down the phone and stood up. 'Well thank you for calling in. Mr. Carson will help you out I'm sure.' There was a knock at the door and it opened on the command to enter and a youngish man stood there with a smile on his face.

'Ah, er, Dennis. Please help Mr. Kane with his little problem and, er, try to keep it within bounds if you could please.'

'Certainly sir. Come this way please. My name is Dennis Carson,' he said.

'My maiden name was Spencer,' Tracey said. 

'My goodness! You're not related to him in London are you?' he asked as we left the Governor's office to follow him. Tracey gave him his most beautiful smile and tapped the side of his nose with one finger. 'Got it!' Carson beamed and Tracey and I exchanged smiles. This was getting better I thought. We didn't speak till we got inside his office, rather cramped I thought compared to the Governor's. We all sat down and he gave us a good smile before speaking.

'Now what can we do for you?'

'I'd like for you to find me a small bomb.'

'Oh dear,' he said, his smile disappearing to be replaced by a frown. 'I thought it might be something like that when I read the memo.' 

'Memo?' I asked.

'Yes. Came over the wire last night. Said you would be out here and might need assistance. Now, how small is small?'

'About half a pound with a pencil timer fuse for half an hour. Oh, and a gun and shoulder holster. I couldn't bring mine on the plane.'

'Oh that's not so bad. I can get you these, but you'll have to sign for them and return them when you leave Nassau.'

'Well I can return the gun, but not the explosive if I use it, now can I?'

'Oh, I see what you mean,' and he started to smile again.

'Also, can I have a few visiting cards made up for me.'

'Ah, that may take a couple of hours I'm afraid.'

'That's no problem,' I said, wondering why these people always started their sentence with either Ah or Oh? Maybe that's the way they were taught, just to give them that few seconds to think of what to really say.

'What should the cards read?' I had given this some thought in the taxi and knew that it had to look as if I had plenty of money. I think it was an unconscious thought that made me use the initials of my real name in the fake one that I was going to use. Just as Bee Bee did, though I think he used them for maybe his underwear and luggage had those initials embroided on one set of things and the luggage imprinted in gold leaf.

'Sir Michael Kingsley. Royal Exchange, and if you would add the real address and a telephone number, one that can be monitored by Spencer's office to back me up in that name if anyone does make enquiries.'

'No problem. I'll get onto London and have a telephone number for the cards. Can I tell them what it's about?'

'No.' I said straight away, but had second thoughts. 'Yes, but only for the ears of Spencer. Just say it's to do with the Manor. He'll know to what I am referring.'

'Ah, got that. Can you come back at about three then? I'll have what you want by then.'

'Thank you Dennis,' I said getting up and shaking his hand. 'See you at three.' Tracey and I both then said our goodbyes as he left us at the main door.

'Nice shop that,' Tracey said. 'Better than "Arrod's" ain't it?' and laughed and gave my arm a hug. 'Does every country have a do it yourself terrorist's shop?'

'I would assume so judging by that place,' I said as I laughed with him.

There's one thing I liked about Nassau. You've only got to put your nose out into the street and there's an empty taxi waiting to pounce on you. But I waved him away as it felt good to walk in the sun with Tracey on my arm.

'Well we've got about five hours to kill, what do you suggest we do?' I asked as we walked in that lovely sunshine.

'Now who's asking a stupid question?' he smiled up at me and squeezed my arm. 'We've got a bed in the hotel that's not being used at this moment.' I hugged his arm in reply and so we went back to the hotel.

I got my thrill of watching him take off his dress and parade in front of me in that underwear, giving me an erection that made it hard for him to get my bottom clothes off. So with him just wearing those small things and me naked, we kissed but then didn't use the bed after all. Tracey dragged the bed coverings off and took them out onto our balcony.

'Sex a la fresco,' he smiled as he knelt down on the covers and took me into his mouth for a few sucks to warm me up which I didn't really need, for I was up and steaming, ready to go. On went the rubber and he pulled me down to my knees as he turned round and presented me with his backside that was now a nice shade of brown from the sun the day before.

He looked even more delicious than ever as I stroked the cheeks and even bent down and kissed each one before getting into position. With the sun beating down on my back I had that warmth there and then I had it round my cock as I pushed myself up into him. This was much better than sunshine I said to myself as I moved my prick in and out of his bum. The pressure he was giving me was as intense as ever and I have said it more than once, that I loved to fuck Tracey. As I moved and with my head raised, I could just see through the small decorative posts that supported the balustrade and see the sparkling blue water of the sea. I was having the sun, sea and sex and thoroughly enjoying it. Forget the sand, it plays havoc with the foreskin, and this was much better, fucking the one you love like this. The young strong body bowed down beneath, for you to stroke and caress as you moved in and out of his body. To me this was one of the best things in life as I slowly and enjoyably fucked him.

I came too soon again for my liking, but it was still nice to be able to ram myself hard up against those nicely tanned buttocks and feel him squeeze me from the inside as I came in short sharp jerks as I held him tight. What a wonderful culmination to the past five minutes of fucking to feel joy and have the release from your aching balls.

He quickly turned round after I pulled out for him to strip the condom off and take me into his mouth to finish the session and I looked down to see that lovely mouth clamped over the head of my cock and feel his tongue probe and clean under my foreskin. His eyes twinkled up at me and I'm sure he was trying to smile at the same time.

'This is the life,' he said as he let go of my cock and knelt up to put his arms round and kiss me. 'I just can't get enough of you,' he said between kisses. 'I hope you never tire of me?'

'No fear of that,' I said, 'for I can't get enough of you either. If I only had two cocks, what fun we could have.'

'I would say amen to that,' he smiled and then in a shy and coy voice, 'can I have a turn now?'

'I'm all yours darling,' I said as I gave him a kiss and let him go to put a condom on himself. I then went onto my knees and had the pleasure of him putting his cock up inside me. I think I was getting like him by liking him do it to me. His hands on my hips as I felt his cock rub my insides as he moved in and out, rasping the nerves till I almost cried out at the thrill I was getting. His fingers were strong that dug into my hips as he held me tight up to his thighs as he began to jerk his hips, sending his seed into me and hear him cry out in ecstasy at the same time. I gave out a cry as he pulled out and I then turned round and let him pull the rubber off for me to suck on his cock before it wilted.

I'm glad that Tracey remembered the sun tan oil for I'd forgotten it and would probably had laid there and got burnt in the hot sun. We smeared each other and then lay in the opposite positions to the day before. So my whole body would be red by the end of the sunbathing whereas his would be a light brown, but it didn't matter to me.

We lay there naked enjoying the sun till two o'clock before we roused ourselves to roll over and feel the oil between our bodies as we kissed, but I said there wasn't time for any more till that evening. So we showered and got dressed and went back off to the Governor's offices and met up with Dennis Carson at the appointed time.

'Glad to see you on time. That's one thing I like about us Brits, and it's timekeeping. Out here, to the locals, one hour or so late is nothing. So it's refreshing to deal with one of our own kind, what?'

'Personally, I don't give a shit. As long as I get what I want when I want it, I don't care,' I said, trying to deflate the pomposity of his statement. 'I don't mean that personally of course Dennis. It's admirable that I can come to someone like you and when you say it will be ready at a certain time, I was quite confident that it would be.'

'Arse licker,' I heard Tracey mutter behind me. I turned my head and stuck my tongue out and waggled it at him so that Dennis couldn't see what I was doing. This made Tracey giggle and Dennis missed the joke.

'Follow me,' Dennis said with a perplexed frown on his face. We duly followed him into the residency and down into the cellars, or what I supposed they were. It appeared to be more like a bomb shelter, but, Dennis was as good as his word.

'Is this what you had in mind?' he asked as he passed over a small box that held my requested visiting cards.

'Perfect,' I said as I saw exactly what I wanted. 'Who will be on the other end of the phone if the need arises?'

'Ah, well, I don't really know. Maybe it will be your London control as I see, or assume that your wife is your control out here while you're in the field.'

'Oh to be sure. She controls me all the time,' I said, keeping a straight face and hoped that Tracey wouldn't start to laugh behind me.

'Here is your gun and shoulder holster,' which I took and inspected the barrel and clip.

'Spares?'

'Two clips, and this! This is half a pound of XP3.' He offered me a pack of what looked like plasticine about the size of a cigarette packet, which looked perfect to me. 'And this is the trigger,' and handed me a small glass tube like thing with liquid inside. 'Timer and detonator. You just push the fat end into the explosive, which is harmless in its present state. Then break the top bit off to allow the air in. The liquid inside the tube then begins to evaporate and causes the bottom end to expand and burst and so sets off the charge. It's been tried and tested and so when you snap the slim end off, the whole thing goes up in thirty minutes.' He had a proud look on his face as he passed this lot over to me. 'I would still love to know what you intend to use it on,' he said.

'No doubt you'll hear about it if it does go off,' I assured him, and then I had to sign for what I was being given. With this done, I shook his hand and thanked him again. Tracey smiled as he shook his hand.

'Nice doing business with you Dennis.' The poor man actually simpered and I thought of him as a poor fool if he but only knew what was underneath the veneer of Tracey. That would probably shock him more than the explosive going off.

'Where to now boss?' Tracey asked as we left the building with my package.

'We are off to the shops to buy you a present for being such a good girl and looking after me,' I said with a smile.

'I thought I was the wife? That's what the passport says,' he pouted.

'They are one and the same. You are and have been a good girl and a good wife, so I am going to buy you something that I don't think anyone else has ever bought for you in your entire life. But! There is one but. You will see it when I buy it, but you will not get it till this evening.'

'Why will I have to wait till then?'

'You will see when the time comes and I trust you to play along when you do receive it and whatever I might say afterwards. It's not something I, or we can rehearse. We'll just have to play it by ear, but this is just the start of it.' By the time I'd finished speaking, we'd arrived outside a jewellers shop and Tracey had a look of surprise when I ushered him inside.

'I would like to buy a necklace for my wife, but I don't like what I've seen of your displays in the window so far. Do have something worthy of such a fine neck as this?' as I indicated Tracey's.

'Yes indeed sir,' the salesman said. 'Just a moment and I'll bring out some of our best,' and he went off behind a screen. One of those things you see that is something like a mirror with stripes in it. Which really is for those behind to see you without you really being able to see them properly.

'A necklace for me?' Tracey cried, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

'It'll be my present to you for your birthday or our anniversary. I haven't decided which yet.' The man came back with four small stands that had necklaces on them and placed them before us on the glass topped counter. They looked nice, but not what I had in mind for Tracey.

'Not bad, but not good,' I said.

'These themselves are quite expensive sir,' he said, almost doing a Uriah Heap on me with his hands.

'The price is of no consequence my good man. It's the design and quality that I seek,' I said most haughtily.

'Of course sir, of course.' He quickly gathered those up and went away and was back in a few minutes with another four.

'I'm afraid sir, that these are the very best that we can offer, humble as they may be.' I could see at a glance that they were indeed of the very best quality and I'm sure the price would show it. There was one that I did like and picked it up and asked for his glass. He passed it across and I held the necklace up as I screwed the glass to my eye to inspect the diamonds more closely. I didn't have a clue what I was looking at, but the diamonds really sparkled and looked very clear when seen through this eye piece.

'I like this one,' I said as I handed it back to him. 'How much is it?'

'Eight thousand pounds sir,' saying it as if it was an apology for the price they were asking.

'I'll take it,' I said, hearing a gasp from Tracey at my side, 'but I'm not happy with it as it is. You've had this in store for some time and I noticed some slight tarnishing on the silver clasps. I'll pay cash for it now, but I want it cleaned up and delivered to me tonight at precisely seven o'clock in the bar at the Hilton Hotel. Do you understand this?'

'Most certainly sir. I will personally see to the cleaning and the delivery. What name do I ask for sir?'

'You do not ask anyone, but it is Sir Michael Kingsley. You just look for me and then and only then can you use my name when you hand me the necklace. Understand?'

'Yes sir, and thank you very much for your patronage sir,' he said as he counted the money I laid out on the counter for him. 'At seven o'clock.' I took the receipt he gave me and I took Tracey's arm and escorted him out of the shop. He seemed in a state of shock for he walked as though he had no joints in his legs.

'Eight thousand pounds for a necklace! And you are giving it to me?' I nodded and grinned at the incredulity that showed in his face. Then I had his arms round my neck and got kisses galore and almost had to prise him off.

'I can't believe it! You are spending that much on a diamond necklace for me? I...I...I'm lost for words.'

'Thank me in bed when this is all over. There was nothing wrong with the necklace in there, but I want someone else to see it when it is delivered.'

'Bee Bee!'

'Yes. I want him to see that I can throw money around. The joke he will not see.'

'Which is?'

'I'm buying it with money that we nicked from his vault back at the Manor,' I laughed. This tickled Tracey so much that he nearly choked on his own laughter. 'Now, let's go and buy a dress that will be fitting to wear with such a necklace.' This put Tracey further over the moon and after looking at some dresses being modelled, went with two behind a curtain in a cubicle to try them on, declining any assistance. In the end, I bought both of them because I couldn't decide which was the nicest.

The fact that we could buy two dresses like that off the peg as it were, was amazing, but then, so was the price, but it was worth it to see the happiness and joy Tracey got from not only just trying them on but the fact that he now owned them. 




Kane & Spencer



God, was he happy on the way back to the hotel and as soon as we were in our suite, he was down on his knees and pulling out my erection, me knowing and expecting what he was going to do had been getting excited as we'd approached the suite. He stuffed as much of me into his mouth as he could to suck and chew and try to give me the best blow job ever. It finished up as a face fuck when he roused me enough for me to take over and hold his head still as he held the base of my cock as I fucked his mouth. I would have choked him if he hadn't held me firm in his hand to prevent this as I jerked my hips as I came, filling his mouth with my spunk. He swallowed and still wanted more as he sucked and chewed on me and I really had to pry his mouth off my shaft and drag him upright to kiss him to stop any real damage to my tool.

'You are the most wonderfulest husband in the world,' he said between the kisses I kept getting, and it took some time to calm down his exuberance over the purchases we had made on his behalf. Then it was a matter of telling him what I proposed to do that evening and that he should react accordingly.

Mind you, I was working this all out on a wing and a prayer. I'd noticed that Bee Bee hadn't entered the dining room till nearly eight o'clock and had assumed that he'd stopped at the bar first. It's a stupid way of trying to plan an operation I know, but I didn't know how long he would be staying in Nassau or even if he would turn up for dinner this coming evening. As I said, my planning was very loose and it was just hope that he would do as he did the night before.

So it was with some trepidation that we dressed for dinner, Tracey still unsure which dress to wear until I finally, well almost screamed out, the red one, was the decision made. This was reasonably low cut and his throat really screamed out for adornment which was what I intended for in the first place. That is apart from the desire to give Tracey something other than my prick.

I don't know which one of us had the most butterflies in their stomach when we went down stairs to the bar at half past six. Tracey waiting for seven o'clock to get that necklace, and me hoping that Sir Bernard Brakestone, a.k.a. Sir Bertram Bingham would be there having a pre-dinner drink.

'What if he recognises you?' Tracey whispered in my ear as we approached the lounge where the bar was.

'Then there'll be one hell of a fight,' I said as we went into the bar, my heart in my throat hoping he would be there.

God's be praised, for he was there. He was at the bar holding forth and I now had to get in to give him my spiel. Here I was relying on Tracey to attract his attention. I ordered us some drinks and moved closer and as I hoped, Tracey caught his eye and he turned towards us as fresh ears to listen to him.

It was drivel he came out with and it took some effort for me to get started, noting that I had ten minutes before seven o'clock.

'Tell me Sir Bertram,' I interrupted, him giving us his name from the outset. 'You look like a seafaring man by your stance at the bar. It's as if you've stood on many a heaving deck and guided the helm through storms.' This flattered him enough to pay attention to me instead of Tracey. 'I've seen that boat out in the harbour,' and I indicated his own yacht, 'and thought that I would like to buy one like that. I don't really like flying, and that would be the perfect idea of seeing the islands.'

'Darling,' Tracey came in. 'You can't even drive a car in a straight line.'

'Why should I when it's the chauffeurs job. You have a boat, it's the captain's job. Sir Bertram. What do you think of that boat? Is it worth making an offer for it? Do you know who it belongs to, for I am quite interested in buying it.'

'It's not for sale,' he said flatly.

'Oh surely it is. Everything is for sale if the price is right. Do you happen to know who owns it?'

'I own it,' came out a bit icily.

'Oh my dear,' I said as I turned to Tracey, 'I've just made an awful faux pas. Do please excuse me,' I said turning back to Bee Bee. 'Please accept my profuse apologies. I didn't mean to insult you. Here, please take my card for I'm afraid I haven't really introduced myself.' He took the card and looked at it as I introduced Tracey as Lady Kingsley. 

'Royal Exchange, Sir, er, Kingsley. Do you work there?'

'Good heavens no! I don't work!' making it sound a most distasteful occupation. 'I'm just on the board of directors. Some obscure uncle of mine wanted a favourable voter on his side, so he got me there on the condition I never showed my face for the stipend I receive. I was quite happy with this arrangement. I get paid for doing nothing and he has my proxy vote. Not that I need the money. The family has enough as it is. Do you know, it's been said, that if the family were to take all of our money out of the bank, it would collapse.' He bit.

'What bank is that?'

'Coutts.' I could see by his face that he'd almost swallowed the bait. 'That's why I was asking about that boat. I can afford it and it would be nice to have a sea trip instead of those horrid aeroplanes. What's it like? I mean, is it something that one could travel in and yet still have the life style one is accustomed to?'

The timing couldn't have been better, for we were interrupted exactly on time.

'Sir Kingsley?' my salesman said.

'Yes,' I replied, turning round. 'Ah, my favourite jeweller. Darling, look. Your birthday present has arrived. Thank you very much my good man,' and I took the box from him and opened it for Tracey to see. His eyes went wide and he made all the right noises as I took the necklace out of the box he held and asked him to turn round for me to fix the clip at the back of his neck. 'There now my dear. What do you think of that?'

'It's perfect darling,' he said as his hand stroked it and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 'Do you like it Sir Bertram?'

'It's a most beautiful present that your husband has given you, but the diamonds are nothing to the sparkle that you have in your eyes.'

'You flatter me sir,' Tracey said I reply.

'You flatter us both at this poor excuse of a present when I would rather have given her a boat like yours. What is it like inside? Oh, I think I've already asked that question. Well I wouldn't really want to go and buy a boat like that if it wasn't up to the standard of comfort that we both are accustomed to.'

The bait had now been cast out and I was hoping that his vanity would overcome any qualms about showing off his yacht. He swallowed it.

'Sir Michael and Lady Kingsley,' he said, turning slightly to give a small bow to Tracey. 'I would be most honoured if you would have lunch with me aboard tomorrow. We could then have a short cruise and I will have you shown over my small boat.'

I'd got what I wanted and accepted on our behalf and then we excused ourselves for dinner, saying that we had promised to dine at the Governor's residence and it was time that we left.

'The Governor didn't invite us to dinner,' Tracey said, fingering the necklace as we moved out into the hotel lobby.

'I know, but I didn't want to draw attention to us and be called by my real name in the dining room there,' I said.

'Where will eat then?' he asked, linking his arm in mine.

'How about McDonald's?'

'What! Dressed like this?' he cried, fingering the diamond necklace again.

'Only joking,' I said with a laugh and raised my hand for one of the taxi's in the rank to come forward. We got in the back and I asked the driver to take us to the best restaurant in town.

It was a lovely meal, better than the hotel's and we lingered till nearly midnight before returning. It was a slow and languorous loving in bed that night I got for the thanks of the necklace.

We had breakfast in our suite and spent the morning sunning ourselves out on the balcony before dressing up in casual clothes and began making our way down to the waterfront. There was a small motor dinghy tied up there with the name Vespa painted on the stern. 

'Sir Michael?' the man in the dinghy asked, standing up.

'Yes,' I replied. 

'I'm here to take you out to the yacht. Please be careful on the steps.'

I went down first, holding Tracey's hand and was glad he'd put on some sensible flat heeled shoes for the steps near the bottom were quite slippery. The man in the boat took Tracey's other hand and we helped him into the dinghy. We sat down as the man untied the mooring rope and quickly started the engine and took us out to the yacht. We could see the empty davits on the stern where the dinghy was stored as we rounded the boat to come to a gentle stop at the foot of the gangway. Again, both of us helped Tracey to get onto the small platform at the bottom and he went up before me to be welcomed by Brakestone, though he now called himself Bingham out here.

'Welcome aboard the Vespa. You're just in time for drinks before lunch.' He turned, and we followed him along the side towards an open doorway.

'Vespa is Latin for wasp,' Tracey murmured to me.

'A bee with a sting in its tail,' I murmured back. 'He'll have a hell of a sting later,' patting my pocket where I had the explosive. The other pocket had the timer in it as I didn't want to have the two together just in case I damaged the timer and having me blow up instead of the boat.

The deck was a bleached white and the side rail was a shiny varnished mahogany with shiny brass fittings. The door we went through looked as though it was made of the same wood and shone as if polished. I say went through, though it was really stepping over the coaming and onto a thick plush carpet of a lounge. This was panelled in the same wood and had many nautical pictures along the back wall. The other walls were large windows that gave plenty of light to the inside. It had two sofa's and four heavy armchairs and two young women were seated and just being served drinks by a white coated steward. The girls were white whereas the steward was black as had been the boatman. It turned out that the whole crew were black apart from the captain, and were all local Bahamians.

We were introduced to the females whose names I promptly forgot as I realised they were just bimbo's out for a bit of luxury. We had our drinks and made small talk till lunch was announced. The dining saloon was just aft of the lounge and just as well furnished, a large table that could have sat ten people and gleamed with the polish that reflected the silverware that was laid out.

The meal was superb as was the wine and the females hardly said a word as Bee Bee seemed to like the sound of his own voice. He praised the yacht so much I came to the conclusion that he loved this boat, and I was relishing the fact that I was going to take it away from him.

Towards the end of the meal, we felt the yacht begin to vibrate as the engines started up and by looking out through the large side windows, could see us slowly beginning to move out of the harbour of Nassau.

We had coffee and brandy in the lounge and looked out of the forward windows over the fore part of the yacht and saw the sea slipping past us. Then Bee Bee announced that he always had a nap after lunch and that the mate would show us over the boat. I noticed that the two girls followed him out of the lounge to go below as the mate introduced himself and started the tour.

It took us nearly an hour as he began at the bow and worked his way aft and then down below, showing us one of the four staterooms which for plushness, far outdid the Hilton. The last place we inspected below was the engine room, housing two huge diesel engines that gave out a muted roar as we saw the revolving shafts that turned the twin screws.

'This is the lowest part of the yacht,' he shouted to us to be heard above the noise of the engines. 'We are just below the waterline and the grating we are standing on is above the bilges.' The whole engine room gleamed with fresh paint and all the brass shone like new and I wondered how long it would look like it did after it spent some time beneath the sea. I nudged Tracey to stand between me and the mate as I extracted the explosive and timer out of my pockets and put the two together. 

I broke the slim end and then as we began to make our way out of the engine room, I dropped it down between the boat's side and the grating. I also checked the time on my watch so that we could be prepared when it exploded.

I nearly had a fit when I saw Tracey start to go up the steep ladder ahead of the mate for I saw that he was able to see right up under the dress that Tracey was wearing. He never made any comment as he went up with me close behind him. We kept on going up till we got to the bridge which had been left till last for us to see.

'The mate looked right up your dress,' I hissed at Tracey at the first chance I got.

'Lucky fellow,' he said back.

'What if he saw your tackle?'

'He couldn't have. I'm wearing a pair of your pants. I knew that we'd have steep ladders to climb.' I breathed a sigh of relief. 'Also you will have noticed no doubt, that I'm not wearing my stockings. I didn't want to get them ruined either.'

The mate took over the helm from the captain who then explained all the dials and controls on the bridge, quite proud of his little domain.

'How far are we going?' I asked him.

'Only as far as Lyon Island, there, just ahead of us. We'll go round it and back to Nassau.' We were approaching it quite fast and I looked at my watch and saw that we had about five minutes left.

'May I borrow these?' I asked the captain as I picked up a pair of binoculars.

'By all means,' he said, and so I took them and Tracey out of the bridge house and onto the wing that juts out on either side. We were on the side that faced the island and as we came abreast of the lower end, about half a mile off, I looked through the glasses at it. There was a lovely golden beach at this end and I could quite clearly see some people on it, two of them standing up with their hands to their forehead to shield they eyes from the sun as they looked back at us.

I couldn't help but laugh and pass the glasses to Tracey and pointed towards the beach for the man and woman standing there were clearly naked.

'Well I never,' Tracey breathed out. 'A nudist beach. Hmm, he's not as big as you or am I looking through the wrong end.'

We both laughed at this and I looked at my watch and saw that it was time and told Tracey that he should hang onto the rail.

           Chapter Five

It was surprising at how much force there was in that small amount of explosive, but it was enough to lift that yacht up and throw it to one side. Holding onto the rail as we were, our grip wasn't enough to keep us there and we were both thrown into the water. The blast had been enormous and my ears popped just before we hit and then popped again as we sank down.

I came up to the surface gasping for air just a few feet from Tracey who was spluttering like me and I looked towards the boat as I shook the water from my eyes. It was at least fifty yards past us now as it was heeled over but still moving in a curve, one screw still turning I assumed. It was slowing down but also sinking as it drew further away and I could see figures near the stern trying to get the dinghy cast off from the davits.

'By the time they get that down, the fucking boat will have sunk,' Tracey said as we trod water and tried to see above the waves. 'Also a long way from us too. We'd better start swimming for the island before we drift too far ourselves.'

This I agreed with for we could only see the tops of the trees from where we were and we started to swim towards them. We were about half way there, taking it slow for my side didn't like the strain I was putting on the new scar there, when we heard a boat coming our way.

I thought it was going to miss us for the sound didn't seem to be getting any louder, but then the pitch changed, so they must have spotted us. We stopped swimming and trod water again and waved our arms hoping they would see exactly where we were for we still couldn't see them.

It was about five minutes later that the boat was suddenly there coming to a stop just above us. There were two people in the boat and their hands came down and grabbed Tracey first and hauled him out of my sight. Then the two black arms came down for me and I saw their grinning faces as they pulled me out and into the boat.

'Man. That was some bang. What happened?' asked one of the men.

'I don't know,' I replied, shaking my head to get the water out of my ears. 'We were on the bridge one minute and in the water the next.'

'Are there any more in the water out there?' he asked as the other man started the engine again.

'I don't know. I saw them trying to get the dinghy off before we lost sight of the boat.'

'Well we'll go and see if there are,' and he pointed forward for the other man to steer while he stood up to see forward.

'Did you come from the island?' I asked the man steering the boat.

'Yes sir. Lyon Island is where we work.'

'I think we would have made it,' I said.

'But then you mightn't. There's a strong current that runs alongside it,' he grinned. 'That's why we come out.'

About ten minutes later, at a signal from the man standing up, he backed the throttles and the boat slowed down and we could see debris floating about but no sign of the boat or of the dinghy. We slowly cruised through the flotsam and the man looking out gave a shout and pointed off to the left. The boat turned and then a minute later I saw a waving arm and a man clinging to a floating door.

He was quickly heaved up into the boat where he lay down on the boards for a moment before sitting up and thanking them for saving him.

'Any more out there?' he was asked.

'I don't think so. The others got off in the dinghy but I was trapped down below. When I got out just as she went down, they were too far away to see me.'

'Which way did they go?'

'I don't know. That way I think,' he waved his hand vaguely towards the north.

'They should have stayed around a bit,' the steersman said bitterly, 'and not just move off like that.'

'Well we'll just cruise round a bit to see if there is anyone else,' said the first man, and so we moved around in ever widening circles for about an hour before giving up.

'You came from Nassau?' the first man asked me.

'Yes,' I said.

'Okay. We'll take you there. Take about two hours, okay?'

'That's fine with us,' I said, speaking for Tracey as well.

'Okay with me too,' said the other survivor. I now had my arm around Tracey's shoulder and held him tight to me.

'Are you okay?'

'Fine, but I feel I look like a mess,' he grinned at me. 'That was some bang wasn't it?'

'Sure was, but I bet he didn't go down with his ship.'

We learned from the other one pulled from the water that he was the cabin steward, looking after the staterooms. It was in one that he had got trapped when the boat blew up. He'd been almost knocked out and that was why it took him so long to get off the sinking craft. I also found out that Bee Bee had a villa just outside of Freetown on Grand Bahamas, and that was where he guessed the dinghy had headed for. With subtle questions asked as though we were just passing the time till we got to Nassau, I learned more about the villa.

It was to the west of the town and Bee Bee's bedroom was on the second floor in the west wing facing the sea. It had a balcony and large French windows that were usually left open at night. He had a staff of six there, Ferdie, for this was this man's name, was one of the six, and they all lived at the back of the place. The steward of the boat was also another member of the live in staff.

The two hours passed quickly and we soon nosed into the harbour and moored up at a pontoon by some steps that was opposite a lounge bar that belonged to Lyon Island. I'd found out that the two men who had saved us were called Samuel and Julian, and I promised that I would leave them something at the lounge later for saving us. They even got the company car to take the three of us to the Hilton. I'd virtually dried off by now as I'd only been wearing a shirt and shorts though Tracey was still rather damp in his dress.




Kane & Spencer



'Ferdie's gay,' Tracey whispered to me before we got into the car.

'How do you know?' I whispered back.

'I know. I saw the way he was looking at you. Those shorts of yours don't leave much to the imagination. I don't know how he kept his hands to himself for I'm sure he was longing to stroke you there.'

We got into the car at this point, Tracey first, then me and Ferdie followed. We sat in the back and our thighs were all touching. As we drove off from the harbour, I tested Tracey's theory by putting my hand on the bare leg of Ferdie, just below the bottom of his shorts. He smiled at me and covered my hand with his and so I guessed that Tracey was right, for he didn't move my hand but even seemed to be pressing it.

It was only a short ride and we were soon at the hotel and I told Ferdie to come up to our suite where he could have a shower and I would let him have some clean clothes to wear.

He was impressed that we had a top floor suite and I mixed some drinks and offered him one too which he accepted. He kept calling me sir and I told him to call me Michael and drop the sir, for we were survivors of a wreck and not man and servant. He seemed quite shy when he said the name I had given myself for the first time as he took the glass from my hand.

'Would you like to try a bit of black meat?' Tracey said quietly to me as I passed him his glass. I was taken aback that Tracey was asking me if I wanted to have sex with Ferdie.

'I...I don't know,' I stuttered. 'What about you? You'd let me do that?'

'Of course darling. I think that you would then really appreciate me.'

'But I appreciate you now.'

'Oh don't be such a stuffed shirt. He fancies you and I would like to know what you think, afterwards.' I didn't know how to answer this and sat down to have my drink. Tracey quickly finished his and stood up.

'I'm going to have my shower and then I'm going out,' he said.

'Going out? Where?' I asked.

'Well to have my hair done first, and then maybe browse through the shop for another dress. This thing's been ruined. I'll be gone for about three hours. I'll also order dinner for three for when I get back. Do you know Ferdie?' Tracey began as he paused by my chair and rubbed my hair with his hand. 'My husband sometimes fancies a boy or young man.' With that little bombshell dropped, left us and went on through to the bedroom.

I'm sure my face had gone red at this parting remark from him. Ferdie and I sat in silence for quite some time before he spoke up. 'I too fancy a man sometimes,' he said. I looked at his black face but couldn't tell if he was blushing or not, and didn't know what to say to his remark. I was saved from saying anything by Tracey coming back into the room, dressed in a big white bath robe.

'Your turn now,' he said to me, 'while I get dressed.' I finished my drink and went into the bedroom, followed by Tracey, and got undressed for my shower.

'Are you going to have him or not,' he asked as I went into the bathroom, 'because if you don't, then I will.'

'Why do you want to fuck him?'

'To prove to myself that you will be the one I love, and that's why I want you to have him, for the same reason.' There must have been some logic in his mind as to what he was saying, but I couldn't see it. I had my shower and thought about having a black man and wondered how big he was and if I wanted him to have me as well as me taking him. I got a hard on at the thought. I finished my shower and dried myself and waited a bit for myself to calm down and made the decision that I would fuck him if he wanted me to.

With that decided, I could hear that Tracey was still in the other room, so I opened the door still naked so that Ferdie could see me full frontal.

'Where's my bath robe?' I asked Tracey and he smiled.

'Behind the bathroom door,' he said sweetly, guessing that I had decided to do it. I also saw that Ferdie was having a good look at me before I turned back into the bedroom to get the robe. I put it on and returned and told Ferdie that the shower was now his. He got up and went into the bedroom as Tracey came over and kissed me.

'Have fun. I'll be back in three hours,' and then with another quick kiss, he was gone.

I then thought of Ferdie in the shower and he was mine to fuck and began to get an erection at the thought. I undid my robe and went into the bedroom and through to the bathroom. I went inside and saw Ferdie in the shower, his back to me and I saw the black round cheeks of his bum and felt that I did need him. 

'I think I would like to fuck you Ferdie,' I said, my voice sounding a little hoarse. He turned round to see my open robe and my erection sticking out. He had a smile on his face and I also saw that he was sporting an erection too, though I now saw that he wasn't as big as me. His prick was black as his body but the tip of his cock under the foreskin was pink and I had a sudden urge to suck on it.

'I would like that Michael,' he said in a soft voice.

'Then get out of that shower and come to bed.' He quickly turned off the water and roughly dried himself and followed me into the bedroom where I shucked off my robe and got onto the bed. He finished with the towel and dropped it and got onto the bed and lay down beside me. We lay on our sides facing each other and he gave his lips a quick lick before we moved closer together and his thicker lips met mine in a kiss. The tips of our cocks twitching against each other as we moved our bodies even closer so that we held each other tight in our kiss.

We broke off and I put my hand down and held his hard shaft and gently moved it up and down, feeling the skin move easily over the hard muscle underneath.

'This is my first time with a black cock,' I said as I moved down the bed and looked closely at his throbbing piece in my hand, feeling how much bigger than Tracey's it was. The eye of the pink head was winking at me as I put my tongue to it and felt him shiver at the touch. I then put the head of his cock into my mouth and gave him some head. He gave out a groan as my hot mouth engulfed him and he moved himself on the bed in pleasure as I slowly sucked and tongued him.

But I didn't want him to come at this point and so I let him go and lay back for him to do the same to me. It seemed strange to see a black head of hair go down on me though his mouth was just as hot as Tracey's as he tongued and sucked on me. He too had other ideas for his prick for he soon lifted his head up off me and came back up the bed and kissed me.

I decided to let him fuck me first for I might have chickened out if I'd gone first, so I got a condom out and rolled it down his prick and rolled over and went up onto my knees to wait for him to start. I also put a blob of cream at my backside because he was much bigger than Tracey in that department.

His hand was firm on my hip as I felt the head of his cock find my backside and then the pressure as he began to push into me. 

By Christ did it hurt as the head expanded my entrance and I couldn't stifle my cry as it went as wide as the circumference of his cock as it was pushed into me, and then came the soothing stroke as it went in and his shaft then followed it. I let out my breath as his thighs reached the cheeks of my bum and I felt him fully and feeling so solid inside me. My own cock seemed to swell even larger at having that presence deep inside me, exciting me as I felt it throb and pulsate. Then he began moving and I felt every inch of him as he fucked me. I even began to push back to meet his forward thrusts and absolutely loved it when he held me tight up against him as he came in short, sharp savage jabs.

He was breathing hard when he came to a stop and I could still feel him twitching inside me as I squeezed his cock with my sphincter muscle. The pain was not half so bad as he pulled out and I gasped at the loss and the vacant space he left behind.

He got off the bed, still breathing deeply as he went into the bathroom and disposed of the condom. He came back in with a big smile as he got back onto the bed and gave me a kiss and took the condom out of my hand and rolled it down on my throbbing piece.

Now it was my turn and it felt as though my balls were about to burst I needed him so much. He was on his knees and I now had his black buttocks before me that were as smooth as Tracey's and much fuller. My cock looked strange in its white rubber up against the black skin and I parted the cheeks and saw the pinkish target and buried my cock deep inside his black arse. It was a grand fuck and I came much too soon but kept it going long enough so that he had more of me than I did of him. I can't really say what the difference was between him and Tracey except that I loved Tracey more than Ferdie, but a fuck is a fuck.

He too groaned as I pulled out of him and did the same as he did with the used condom. I got back onto the bed and we kissed and stroked other and did some more talking. I learned that the villa was called Alvus House which brought me round to finding out if Bee Bee had survived the explosion. I got Ferdie to give me the telephone number which I wrote down on the pad by the bedside lamp and picked up the telephone. I asked the switchboard downstairs to get the number for me.

'Hello, Alvus House?' I asked when the phone at the other end was picked up. 'Could I speak to Sir Bingham please?'

'I'm sorry sir, but the master is asleep. I cannot disturb him,' the tinny voice told me.

'That's okay. Just give him this message when he wakes up. The English couple and one crewman were picked up by a boat from Lyon Island and taken to Nassau. The English couple are leaving for England in the morning and the crewman, Ferdie his name is, will get back to the villa sometime during the day. Thank you very much,' and I replaced the receiver. So the bastard was still alive and so I lay there for a little while thinking, letting Ferdie stroke my flaccid penis.

'How long will it take for this to rise up again?' he asked.

'About another half hour or so,' I replied, not thinking of sex but of how to get to Bee Bee again. 'Look Ferdie. I've got to make another call, but it's private, so I'll use the phone in the other room. Keep this warm for me,' I said as I gave his prick that was in the same state as mine, a stroke.

I went through to the other room and put a call through to London. It would about midnight there, tough. The call was to Charlie.

'Sorry it's so late to be ringing you Charlie, but I need some help.'

'That's all right sir. I hadn't gone to bed yet. What can I do for you?'

'I need two of the squad to come to Nassau on the first available flight. The bird from the Manor is here and I plan to snatch him.'

'Jolly good sir. Who shall I bring with me?' His voice sounded full of enthusiasm.

'Sorry Charlie. I need you there in case of any other problems. They'll only be here a couple of hours, and then it's back again.'

'Okay sir,' sounding a bit crestfallen, but I needed him to stay there by the phone. I gave him the number of the Hilton for him to ring me when he had the arrival time here and who he was sending. I sat there for a few minutes after putting down the phone as I ran the idea I had through my mind. There was an element of excitement in me and I felt the old todger start to stir and I had a willing partner in the bedroom willing to help it. So I went back onto the bed and into the arms of Ferdie. 

He saw and felt that I was beginning to get hard again, so he turned round on the bed and took me into his mouth to start to suck and chew on me. It was strange to see dark black thighs and a black tool in front of me instead of the white cock and tanned body of Tracey. But it was that pink head peeking out of the black skin that fascinated me as I moved his penis around with my finger. As he was still slack, I was able to take the whole of his cock into my mouth to begin to suck and raise him up as before.

It was strange to have a prick completely in my mouth and feel it begin to get hard as I sucked and chewed on it. To feel it grow and force its way out as it became really hard and now something to really chew on. Mine was rock hard and he was working down on me as I did on his.

It didn't take us long to approach our peaks as I held the base of his cock tight as his hips began to move like mine as I fucked his mouth and he fucked mine. We were two heaving bodies as we strained to get more cock inside as we came almost simultaneously in great gobs of sperm. I gently squeezed his big balls as he came, really filling my mouth with his coming, mind you, I was filling his too at the same time.

His tasted of cinnamon and it wasn't unpleasant as I ran it round my mouth before swallowing. I think he liked the sucking and licking in the aftermath though I didn't suck his balls, only scratched them.

His eyes were shining when he came up the bed to kiss me.

'You're the best white man I've been with,' he said with a big smile.

'I can say the same about you,' I grinned back at him and we had a few more kisses before I said that we'd better get up and dressed before the wife got back. So we showered together and he even went down on his knees to give me an extra suck before we finished. I gave him a pair of trousers and a shirt to wear though I didn't have shoes for him, which was okay he said.

We'd only been in the sitting room of the suite for about twenty minutes before Tracey came breezing in, hair nicely done and wearing a new dress.

'Did you behave yourselves while I was gone?' he asked with a smile as he came over and kissed me.

'Yes ma-am,' Ferdie replied.

'Liar,' he laughed. 'I can tell when the cat's had the cream. I hope there's some left for me tonight. Dinner for three is on the way and an iced bottle of champagne to celebrate our saving from the sea.'

'I like your hair darling,' I said. 'They did a good job, and I like the dress too.' Tracey then showed me another dress he had bought and some different underwear and a pair of shoes. By the time we'd looked these over, dinner arrived, and Ferdie was rather hesitant at first to sit and eat with us, but Tracey made him sit and eat and help us drink the champagne.

Ferdie told us some stories about the Bahamas that made us laugh and I learned who was the man to contact for anything I needed. That was Samson who ran a shop called Garibaldi's. No one knew his real name for he had always been known as Sam's son, the previous owner. He had been the local head man of Nassau's underworld and knew something about everyone. He had been the agent for Francis Lyon who built the hotel on Lyon Island. Built another on New Providence and also created her own air line. Samson then took over the role of agent and was still a man to be feared amongst the locals and a man I wanted to meet.

Tracey began to yawn and suggested that it was time for bed as we'd had one hell of a day. Ferdie could sleep on the sofa and so went to get some spare blankets from the bedroom.

That's when my call from London came through.

'Hello Charlie, what have you got for me?'

'All fixed. Do you know what time it is? It's four in the morning, but you will be getting Jones and Fraser.' That would be Colin and Donald I thought, managing to remember the faces to go with the names. 'They will be leaving Heathrow at seven, so that will be ten o'clock your end when they land.'

'Thanks Charlie. Get some sleep but keep the phone near you for the next twenty four hours.' I put the phone down and yawned myself as Tracey spread the blankets out for Ferdie and so we said goodnight to him and went into bedroom to get ready for bed. 

           Chapter Six

'Well! What was he like?' Tracey asked as he took his dress off.

'Not as gorgeous looking as you darling,' I said, seeing how he'd begun to tan nicely and it went well with the underwear he was wearing, though if he got a really good tan, maybe white stockings and things would look even better.

'I mean in the other department,' he said, now taking off the underwear as I undressed too.

'Well I pumped him for information, but I get more pleasure out of pumping you,' I said as I waggled my erection at him as I got into bed.

'Is his cock as big as yours?' he asked as he too got into bed beside me.

'No.'

'But bigger than mine?'

'A little,' I said, trying to be diplomatic.

'Aw come on! Give me a bit more detail,' he said.

'Well,' I began, getting a condom out of the drawer. 'I put one of these on like this,' taking my time in doing so, 'and then he went onto his knees, like this.' I dragged Tracey up and turned him over till he was in position. 'His bum was fatter than yours,' as I stroked his cheeks, 'and definitely more sun tanned than these.'

'Oooh,' was the frustrated moan from below.

'His waist was thicker,' and I ran my hands over his hips and up and down about the waist. 'I moved in closer till I touched him like this,' and let my cock head nuzzle his backside. 'Then I pushed in hard,' and I suddenly rammed myself inside him, not giving him a chance to be ready for it.

'Jesus H. Christ!' he cried out as our bodies came together with a loud slap.

'Then I was in him like now. He loved it as much as you do,' I said as I began to move in and out.

'But what was the difference?' Tracey gasped out as I fucked him.

'None at all really, but there again,' I gave a few very quick sharp stabs into him. 'Yes, yes, you are a little bit tighter and a better fuck than he was.'

'Oooh, keep talking dirty to me,' he begged.

'So I much prefer to keep sticking my cock up into my wife for she has a far better looking face and body and a tighter hole that is just right for this cock of mine that I'm moving in and out of.' I was really going now and hammering myself hard against his rear and then came. I hugged him tight as I jerked my hips as I came in those short bursts.

'You didn't...say you...loved him...did you?' He asked in between the jabs I was giving him.

'I'll never say that to anyone but you,' I panted as I leaned on his back for a moment. He gave out a cry as I pulled out and went and got rid of the condom. When I got back, the sheet was down the bed and Tracey was laying the opposite way and so I knew what he wanted me to do. 

I lay down next to him and he was quickly onto my still erect cock to suck out the last drops while I took his into my mouth and sucked on him till he came. We then kissed and giggled as he knew I had held back some of his sperm to pass across.

Before we fell asleep, I told him what I planned to do in respect of Bee Bee and he was delighted that we were going to have another go at him.

Ferdie woke us up by knocking at the door and I shouted out for him to come in. Tracey coyly going down under the covers.

'There's a guy here with a trolley full of breakfast things and he wants a signature.'

'Okay,' I said, getting out of bed and walking into the other room naked. I didn't care who saw me like this for I was half hard but it still looked as though it was limp, so it looked very good. The waiter got an eyeful as I signed the check and Ferdie had a mouthful as soon as the door was closed. I glanced back and our door was almost closed and Tracey couldn't see us, so I let him continue to suck on me and I held his head firm in my hands as he let me take over to face fuck him. He rolled his eyes up at me in pleasure as I came in his mouth and even gave me a wink as he swallowed and gave me a quick lick after I pulled out. He'd even had his own cock out and had jerked himself off to come all over the carpet as he had sucked on me. 

I sat down at the table and began to butter some toast so as to give time for my cock to subside.

'Do you want your breakfast in there?' I called out.

'No. I'm coming,' Tracey called back.




Kane & Stone Cold



"Mark, are you sure I look ok?? Stone Cold says I do, but I want a second opinion," Tammy says as she readjusts her in ring outfit. Vince McMahon had proposed an idea to make her Stone Cold's valet, and today was the first day on the job. "Honey, yes, I'm quite sure you look ok. Now, you better hurry to the arena, they'll probably want to brief you on how things are done. Steve is waiting for you in the car," he says as he looks at his wife. "Thank you so much, Mark, wish me luck," Tammy says after she hugs his neck. "Good luck honey, not like you'll need it. You'll do fine," he says as he playfully smacks her on the ass.

On the way to the arena, Stone Cold turns and looks at her thoughtfully. "What is it," she asks as she takes his hand in hers. "Well, tonight my opponent is a man named Kane. I don't think you've ever seen him; I'm worried he's gonna scare the shit out of you." Tammy listens to him say this, and raises her eyebrow, "Since when do I scare easily?" Hearing her say this, he lets out a bray of laughter, "Sweetie, this man is different. He's about 7 foot tall, wears all red and black, and he also wears a mask. None of us have seen him without this mask. And he rarely talks." Thinking this over, she looks at him and says, "Ok...so he's a 7 foot tall freak. Any idea why he wears the mask?"

"Um...that's the thing. He was in a house fire when he was little, and he got badly burned; and he also lost both of his parents," Stone Cold responds, knowing Tammy will feel sad for the big brute. "Oh! The poor man. No wonder he's such a character."

When they get to the arena, everyone is very nice to Tammy. "Hi Tammy! I never thought I would see your jabroni of a husband with a valet," Rock says and hugs Tammy, "you ok?"

"Oh, I'm fine, just a little bit nervous. Stone Cold says his opponent is gonna be kinda frightening for me."

"Well, keep in mind, Kane is just a 7 foot tall steaming pile of monkey crap. You'll be just fine," Rock says before walking away. As she is about to meet up with Stone Cold in his locker room, she sees a disgusting looking little man who has a bad toupee and is carrying a crown walk by. "That's King, he's a perv," a little woman suddenly says, startling Tammy. "Who are you," Tammy asks the woman who is dressed a lot like Chyna. "Oh! My name is Miss Kitty," the small woman says and shakes Tammy's hand, "you're Stone Cold's new valet aren't you?"

"Yeah, today's my first day, and I must say, I'm starting to get pretty worried," she says to Kitty. "Oh honey, don't worry. I'll tell you a little secret. The only people you have to be worried about in here are the Dudley Boyz. Even then, they're really nice, unless you piss them off. And an even bigger secret," Kitty says while drawing close to whisper into Tammy's ear, "Kane is a real sweetie, once he gets used to you." With that, Kitty walks off and joins Chyna, who is waiting for her at the end of the hallway.

"Hey, sweetheart! You ready to go," Stone Cold asks as he puts his arms around her and kisses her neck. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be," she says and gives him a kiss on the mouth. "Well, let's go. Keep in mind, just walk behind me and look sexy, not that that will be hard for you," he says and smiles, "I'll help you into the ring, and you just stay in the corner or beside me when I'm talking crap about Kane. Then after I beat his ass, the referee will give you some beer to give to me. Then we'll leave."

"Ok, I'm ready," she says and adjusts her outfit and takes her place behind Stone Cold. They walk out to sounds of breaking glass, and the crowd is off their feet screaming for Stone Cold. Tammy follows him to the ring, and stands in the corner as he talks crap about Kane. Tammy is disgusted to see that that King guy is an announcer, and his eyes are trained on her breasts. Her attention is diverted when she sees a sudden explosion of fire by the top of the ramp. "You better get out of the ring now," Stone Cold whispers into her ear, and she has no problem getting out of the ring. As she steps out, she's disgusted to hear King say, "Come here Tammy, I'll keep the puppies safe!!" Tammy can tell that she likes the other announcer better of the two, all he has to say is, "King, this is gonna be a slobber knocker and a half."

The ring announcer announces the presence of Kane, and then quickly high tails it out of there. "Tammy, you may want to move back quick," she says to Tammy who is standing right by the ring apron looking at Kane. "Oh, ok," she says and moves back, while still looking at Kane. "My god, he's wonderful," she thinks to herself while looking him over, "he's so big...oh my god, he's watching me."

"Who is that," Kane thinks to himself while taking position in the middle of the ring, "she's so pretty, I hope Lillian tells her to move." He never takes his eyes off of Tammy as he does his pyro opening. Thankfully, Lillian tells Tammy to move before he even has his arms into the air. "I hope she likes this," Kane thinks as he brings his arms down. To his dismay, he sees her jump higher than anyone he's ever seen.

"God, I feel like a retard," she says to the ring announcer, "I bet there was at least one camera on me wasn't there?"

"Oh, don't worry, it looked good," she says to Tammy, "by the way, my name is Lillian."

"My name is Tammy, but you already know that," Tammy grins and shakes Lillian's hand, "what do you mean, it looked good?"

"Didn't you see the way Kane was staring at you?! It was great. I'd be terrified too," she says and laughs.

The match lasts for about ten minutes, and ends with Kane getting a stunner. The referee gets out of the ring and hands Tammy a bag of beers. Tammy gets into the ring and hands him one of the beers, which he promptly opens and pours down his throat. Tammy giggles when she sees most of it has missed his mouth and is running down his chest. Her giggling is cut short though when she sees Kane attempting to get up. She notices that he's holding his arm in pain, and he turns and looks at her. Tammy is sad to see the look of hurt in his eyes as he leaves the ring. Worst of all, the crowd starts chanting something about the Big Red Retard.

Stone Cold drinks a total of 6 beers, and then they leave the ring. He tries to put his arm around Tammy to celebrate his victory and her introduction to the WWF, but she just shrugs it off. "Tammy, honey, what's wrong," he asks her worriedly, "did someone do something to you?" Tammy turns, shoots him a go to hell look, and walks off in front of him. "Fucking shit. I must have done something, I'll leave her alone long enough for her to calm down," he thinks to himself as he walks towards his dressing room.

"Damn it, I shouldn't be mad at Steve, it is his job to beat people's asses and make fun of them...but still, there was something about that big guy," Tammy thinks to herself. She isn't watching where she's going, and nearly plows through the Rock. "Hey jabroni, watch where you're going," he says playfully to Tammy and gives her the People's Eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sorry Rock, and if you don't put your eyebrow down, I'm gonna rip it off," she says and laughs at him, "Can I ask you a favor."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Well, let's go into your dressing room and talk about this, and please don't tell anyone I asked you."

"Ok, what is it you want to ask me," he says and offers her a seat. "Make sure you know what you're doing Tammy," she thinks to herself before saying, "I want you to set up a date with someone for me." She can't help but laugh at the comical expression on his face after she says this, "What, you weren't expecting that huh?"

"Um...who is it this time," he asks hesitantly. "Oh, uh, he's a wrestler," she says, then starts to get hesitant, "it's, um....Kane."

"Tammy, I don't think you're gonna have to good of luck trying to get with him..." Rock says to her hesitantly, "Kane doesn't trust anyone anymore. Everyone has hurt him in some way or another." Tammy looks at him sadly and says, "That's a shame. It won't be a date date, I just want to go to dinner with him or something." Rock thinks this over then heads towards the door, "Ok, I'll talk to him. Where do you want to meet and what time?"

"There's a little diner down the street, tell him to meet me there at 7:00 p.m. Tell him to look for the woman that's wearing a red scarf in her hair," Tammy says with a smile as he leaves.

"I can't believe I'm doing this....Kane looked pretty pissed as he left the ring," Rock thinks to himself as he walks towards Kane's dressing room. When he reaches Kane's dressing room, he hears a great deal of commotion inside. "Hey, Big guy," he says as he knocks on the door. "If the jabroni doesn't answer in about five seconds, I'm out of here," he thinks to himself and is very let down when the door opens slowly. Rock is expecting Kane to look out at him when the door is open, but no one does. And, the lights are all off. "Kane?" Suddenly, a hand reaches out and grabs Rock by the collar and pulls him into the dressing room.

"What....do....you.....want..."

"I was asked to give you a message Jabroni," Rock tries to say, through his tightening throat. The hand on Rock's throat leaves as quickly as it got there, and the lights come on. "Damn, you almost killed me Kane," he says and rubs his neck. Kane just looks at Rock and tilts his head. "Ok, ok, the message. I was told to tell you to meet a certain 'fan' at the little diner down the street." Rock can see the confusion in his eyes, and says to him, "Sorry, I was told to keep it quiet who it was...but I'm sure you'll like her. Look for the woman with the red scarf in her hair. She'll be there at 7:00pm."

That night, Christine is at home making dinner for Road Dogg and Taker when Kane comes in the house looking quite distressed, and he heads straight for his room. Seeing this, Christine calls for the Undertaker. "Taker, sweetie, go check on your brother. Something is wrong." As Taker reaches Kane's door, he hears him sobbing inside. "Little brother, what's the matter," he says and enters the room. "Nothing....." he wenches out of his throat, while trying to clear his tears. "I heard you crying already, now what is it?" Kane realizes that his brother will not go away, and sits up in his bed. "Rock met me in my dressing room today. He says I have a date at 7:00pm at Joe's Diner. It's some woman."

"Well, that's great! What's the problem?" Taker says in confusion. "I think it's a set up. And if it isn't, she'll see me and then not want anything to do with me."

"Kane, you'll never know unless you go. Would you like me and Christine to go with you to make sure it isn't a set up?? We could double date, or just get some carry out and leave."

"I would like that, I guess," Kane says. Taker looks at his brother, and in a rare moment of emotion, hugs him. After Taker pulls away from him, he sees the edges of Kane's mask rise up, and he knows he's smiling underneath. "Ok, at 6:30 we'll come and get you. Be ready."

"Christine, you will never believe this one," Taker says as he rejoins his wife and her other husband, "Kane has a date." Christine drops her cup and says, "He has a what!"

"A date," Taker says with a smile, "Rock told him today that some woman is going to meet him at Joe's diner. He wants us to go with him though, cause he thinks it's a set up." Christine thinks this over for a moment, and then asks, "Well, who would do that? Is he feuding with someone right now?"

"No, no one that I know of. Actually, wait, he's feuding with DX." At this, they both turn and give Road Dogg the evil eye. Road Dogg sees Taker giving him a pissed off look, and he almost chokes on his Twizzlers. "Hey, hold on now. Sure he's feuding with X-Pac and Tori, but I have nothing to do with it. I know for a fact that no one is pissed enough to pull this on him," he says as he dislodges the offending piece of candy from his throat. "You better hope that they aren't, cause if anything happens to my brother because of them, I'll kill you."

"God almighty," Christine thinks to herself, "I wonder how Tammy gets her two men to get a long."

At 6:30, Kane comes downstairs wearing a pair of blue jeans, a black shirt, and his plain black mask. For his date tonight, he has his hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Damn Kane, this is gonna be one lucky girl," Christine says while playfully "checking out" his ass. Kane lets out a pained sounding laugh and just looks at Christine. "You're nervous aren't you big guy." Kane looks at her and nods his head slowly. Truth be known, he'd never been more scared in his entire life. A couple of minutes later, they all pile into Christine's car and make the trip down to Joe's Diner.

The diner is a small little thing, it has about 10 booths and a bar, and there is an actual bar extended onto it. Being so close to the wrestling arena, the manager and the patrons of the diner are very used to seeing the wrestlers in costume, and they take no mind of Kane and his mask. Kane looks around for a red scarf, and he can't really see anything for the sparse bar lighting in the diner. "She said she'd be wearing a red scarf in her hair," Christine asks Kane. "Yes," he says quietly to her. "Well, let's go look around," Taker says and walks farther into the building.

"Shit! They're with him," Tammy says to herself as she looks at Taker, Stine, and Kane, "what the fuck am I supposed to do now?" Just before Taker notices her, Tammy takes the red scarf out of her hair and puts it into her purse. "Well, I can't risk Mark and Steve finding out, so I'll just keep this out of my hair and wait till he's alone," she thinks to herself. "Is this seat taken," Taker asks as he walks up behind her. "Oh, no, you guys can join me, I'm alone tonight," Tammy says and smiles up at him. "Holy shit, is that Tammy," Kane says to himself as he sees her from the opposite side of the diner, "damn my bad eye, is she wearing a red scarf?! Please let her have one on." When he walks up to her he notices, much to his disappointment, that she does not.

After Christine seats herself next to Taker, she turns and introduces Kane to Tammy, "Tammy, this big guy is Kane. He's Taker's brother...he moved in just the other day and we haven't gotten around to introducing him to you yet."

"Oh, I know his name is Kane, we just haven't formally met yet," Tammy says as she looks deep into his eyes, "Unfortunately, Stone Cold had a match against him today, and he was really rude to Kane." Taker looks shocked at Kane, "What happened brother?" Kane looks at him and says nothing. "What are you guys doing here tonight," Tammy says to break the silence, while still sneaking glances at Kane. "Oh, Kane had a date tonight, and we thought it would be nice to double date, just in case this was a set up," Christine says to her friend, "unfortunately, it doesn't look like she's coming. What are you doing here tonight, Tammy?"

"Um, me and Steve got into a fight," Tammy says thinking quickly for an excuse. About two hours pass, and they finally decide to leave for the night. Tammy looks at Kane and notices a tear run down his eye. "Kane, I'm sorry she didn't show up," Tammy says while taking his big hand in her own, "you're a sweet guy. She probably just had car trouble."

After Tammy pays her tab, she walks out of the diner before Christine, Taker, and Kane. "Damn it, I wish he hadn't brought them. The poor guy was crushed cause I didn't show up," she says to herself, "damn, it's hot out here tonight." Not noticing that Christine and company had came outside, she reaches into her purse and grabs the red scarf so she could put her hair into a ponytail.

"Maybe if I walk extra slow, I'll have more time to look at her," Kane thinks to himself as he walks out the door while watching Tammy. "God, she's so pretty, I almost died when she touched my hand. She showed no fear of me," he thinks, "I wonder why she's stopping. Oh, she's putting her hair up, poor girl must be hot. Holy shit, oh my god, is that a scarf?! It is! A red scarf!!!!" Sensing that she's being watched, Tammy turns around very slowly. "Oh no, he sees me, and I fucking put scarf in my hair. What the fuck," Tammy says to herself, knowing she just messed up, "Well, fuck it. He knows now, I'll just smile and wave." She looks at Kane, smiles really big, and waves as she gets into her convertible. "Now what. Oh I know! I'll give him a little gift," she thinks as she starts the car. Being devious, she loosens her scarf and drives slowly by Stine's car. Kane is standing on the left side, and she looks at him and smiles as her scarf flies off of her head and out of the car, landing at his feet. Tammy acts like she didn't see this, and drives off.

"Little brother, are you going to get into the car," Taker asks his brother, who now seems to be in a trance. "Yes," Kane says and bends to pick up the scarf. "That was Tammy, did you think it was someone else," Stine asks as she watches him pick up the scarf. "No," is all Kane says before entering the car. "That couldn't have been the person I'm supposed to meet," Kane thinks to himself while looking at the scarf, "but I know it was. Why in the world would she want to go on a date with me?"

Christine watched the whole scarf incident go down. "Hmmmm....he seems a whole hell of a lot happier now that he has that scarf, and I saw the look Tammy gave him as she drove off. Honestly, did she believe that I would believe that she didn't notice her hair falling down. And where in the hell were Mark and Stone Cold?! She never goes anywhere like this without one of them. Even if her and Stone Cold did get into a fight, she would have Mark with her. I wonder what's going on," Christine thinks to herself as she adjusts the rearview mirror to see Kane in the backseat. "Kane, we'll get Rock for playing such a dirty trick," Taker says, thinking his brother is still upset. Kane looks up from the scarf and says, "No, it's ok." Taker looks toward his brother with a questioning look, shrugs his shoulders and turns back forward in his seat.

About an hour later, Kane is sleeping soundly in his room, the whole time clutching Tammy's scarf. In the meantime, Tammy is at home in bed with her two husbands. "Damn Tammy, what the hell did you do," she thinks exasperatedly to herself, "I mean, it's not like you have room in your house for another man." Thinking of how little room she actually has, she looks down at Steve and Mark. Mark had his big arm swung around her waist, and felt like a bear nuzzled up to her back. Steve on the other hand had his head laying on her breasts. "Steve, Mark, babies, you're squishing me," she says quietly and pushes Mark and Steve off of her. Stone Cold opens his eye, looks at her, says sorry and goes back to bed. Mark just whimpers and swings his arm back over her. "Well, I guess this is a little better, at least I'm not mad at Mark," she thinks and rolls into his arms. Mark wakes up, gives her a little kiss on the forehead, then goes back to sleep.

The next day, Tammy awakes to hear the answering machine going off, AGAIN. "God damn it, if that's my aunt again, I'm gonna kill her," she says as she rolls out of bed trying not to wake either of the two men. She gets to the answering machine and counts the flashes. "17 messages?! What the hell....someone better be dead," she says to herself as she hits the play button. "Message 1: Tammy, this is Vince McMahon. We're very pleased with your first appearance on RAW. We think we're going to put you and Stone Cold into an angle with Kane, considering how well you two interacted with each other. Come in tomorrow and we'll discuss it further. Message 2: Tammy, this is your mother. You and your husbands need to remember that the family reunion is on the 15th...I just thought I would call and tell you in case you didn't get the invitation," says the answering machine after she hits play. Message three through 17 was all Christine. "Shit, Christine....you know not to call me before noon!! What in the hell is the big deal," she says as she dials the number for Christine.




Kane & Stone Cold



"Dogg?? Hey, is Stine there," she says and Road Dogg doesn't even have time to respond before the phone is ripped from his hands. "TAMMY!"

"What in the hell!! What's the matter Stine," Tammy asks. "Well, you lost your scarf last night..."

"Yeah, I noticed that when I got home," she says in a deliberate lie. "Tammy Lorene...I know better. What's up!? You are the one that was supposed to have a date with Kane, aren't you," Christine asks, obviously seeing through her friend's lies. "Christine, I have no earthly idea what you are talking about," Tammy says, praying that she will believe her. "Ok, fine...maybe I was wrong. But keep in mind, I am watching you closely hoochie," she says then hangs up. "Augh. She knows...shit. I can only keep a secret from Christine for a little while...she's gonna find out," Tammy thinks to herself before going back to her bedroom and climbing back into bed. When she gets back into her bed, she notices that both men are awake. "Hey guys," she says and gives each of them a kiss. "Who was on the phone," Stone Cold asks her hesitantly, just in case she's still mad at him. "Oh, that was just Christine, she needed to talk to me about something. And Mr. McMahon called, he's quite pleased with my first day on the job. He wants to put us in an angle with Kane. This ought to be interesting," she says and looks at him. "Are you still mad at me," Stone Cold asks her with a puppy dog look on his face. "Holy shit Steve, you never ask a woman that! She may have forgotten till you opened your mouth," Mark says while laughing his ass off. "Shut up Mark, I'm not mad at him anymore," she says and hits him with a pillow. Hearing this, Stone Cold grabs her, flips her over and places a passionate kiss on her lips.

"Taker, I tell ya, something is up," Christine says and looks at her husband. "Are you sure," he says as he looks up from repairing his motorcycle. "I'm very sure...I saw how she looked at him."

"Well...why are you worrying? If she does like him, I think it's great," he says and smiles at her. "AUGH! GREAT," she yells questioningly and storms into the house. "God damn, what did I do," Taker says and sighs. He pushes the bike into the garage and then enters the house and goes to find Christine. "Honey, what did I say?! She's your friend, and we know she's a nice girl...what would be so bad about her dating him," he asks and sits on the bed next to Christine. "I'll tell you what's bad. Stone Cold and Mark don't like having to share her as it is, I think if she tried to get one more person they would kill him. Secondly, I love Tammy to death, I know she means well, but she goes through men like most people go through underwear...I don't want him getting hurt," she says and turns towards him. "Baby, don't worry. For all we know, it was just a harmless dinner date, and she got spooked. Anyway, we don't even know for sure that it was her."

"I can always count on you to see the good point in people, can't I brother," Kane thinks to himself as he listens to them from the hallway, "I just wonder if Christine is right."

About a week passes, and Tammy is starting to fit comfortably into her role as Stone Cold's valet. Vince had called Tammy and Steve into a meeting to tell them that he was considering putting them into an angle with Kane, but he had not yet decided what, and he was looking to see if they had any suggestions. When Tammy said no he called in Kane to ask him. Kane only looked at him and shook his head. For the rest of the meeting, Kane kept sneaking looks at Tammy. "Shit, she isn't even acknowledging me. Maybe it wasn't her that was going to meet me. Look at how she's looking at Stone Cold," he thinks to himself, "she has absolutely no interest in me. I should give up." Kane gets up and leaves the meeting with a sigh. "What was that about," Tammy asks Vince. "I really don't know. He's been acting very weird lately. He won't talk to anyone about it." Tammy turns towards her husband and says, "Do you mind if I try to talk to him?"

"No, go ahead. But make sure he knows that if he does anything to you, I'll hurt him," Stone Cold responds. "Oh honey, I doubt he'll hurt me. I'll see you in a few. If I think of any ideas, Mr. McMahon, I'll get in touch," she says and shakes McMahon's hand.

"I can't believe I just did that in front of her. I'm acting like a total ass," Kane thinks to himself as he slams his fist into the wall with more force than he wished, "shit, that hurt." He doesn't hear her come into the dressing room behind him, and when he turns around after hurting his hand, he jumps at the sight of her. "Oh, Kane, did you hurt yourself?" He just looks at her and shakes his head no while holding his hand to his chest. "Kane, let me see," she says and motions for him to give her his hand. Without a word, he turns and looks towards the wall. "Maybe if I ignore her, she'll go away," he thinks to himself then feels her tiny hand on his shoulder. She feels him shudder at her touch, and smiles to herself. "Honey, I won't hurt you. Please let me see your hand, I want to check and see if you hurt yourself," Tammy says as she turns him around. "Well, she's not going to go away. I'll just let her look," he says and places his hand in hers. "Damn, you're hand is huge," she giggles and takes his glove off. "Well, I don't think you've broken it, but your hand is very upset with you."

"Ok," is all he can manage without her knowing he's enjoying the feel of her touch. "By the way, I was meaning to talk to you." He starts at hearing this, knowing that she's going to say something bad. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was the one wanting to meet you the other day," she says and kisses the bruise that's forming on his hand, "I didn't want Stone Cold or Mark to find out. I've already got two men in my life...anyway, I didn't know if you would want to date someone like me. Kane, I really really like you. I know people have been cruel to you, but would you give me a chance?"

"Oh my god, did she really just say that," he thinks to himself in amazement. He barely even has time to think before he sees her move towards him and lift his mask just enough to see his lips. Then she starts to move in to kiss him. "My god, this can't be happening," he thinks and tries to push his mask back down. Seeing this as a sign of rejection, Tammy says, "What? You don't want this? I'm sorry Kane, I shouldn't have done that, I'll leave you alone." As she starts to leave, Kane grabs her wrist and says, "No...stay." She turns back around to face him and before she knows what is happening, he pulls her closer. "Please," he utters and raises his mask again to kiss her. Just before their lips meet, there's a knock at the door. "Kane, have you seen my wife," Stone Cold asks through the close door. "Damn, she's been gone a long time," he thinks before knocking again. "Kane!" Seeing that she better get to the door and fast, Tammy opens her eyes and starts to walk away. Before she opens the door, she turns back around and sees that Kane has still got his eyes closed and his lips puckered. "Kane honey, we'll talk about this later," she whispers and walks out the door.

When Kane gets home that night, he is on cloud nine. Taker automatically notices the difference in his brother, and goes to his room to see what has happened. "Kane, what's up?? You're acting a lot happier than usual. "Nothing..." Kane replies without even turning to face his brother. "Now, don't give me that bogus assed lie Kane, I know something is up. Did you meet your woman friend," he asks and raises an eyebrow. Kane rolls over in bed, looks at him and says, "Stop. You look like Rock." Taker looks shocked, and Kane smiles to himself. "If she isn't ready for people to know, I won't tell them," Kane thinks with a smile.

"Damn, what a day," Tammy says to her husband as they drive up to their house. "Ah, today was a good day honey, you got to beat Tori's ass," Stone Cold says and grins towards his wife. "True, but still, today was rough for me," she says and cracks her spine. "You'll get used to it. Hey, is that Christine sitting on our porch with Mark."

"SHIT! She knows...son of a bitch," Tammy thinks to herself. Stone Cold pulls the car up next to Tammy's convertible and parks. "Hi Christine," he says with a smile, "What brings you to our humble home?" Christine takes a drink of her iced tea that Mark had given her and says, "Oh...I just need to talk to Tammy. Tammy, let's go to Wal-Mart or something."

After their food finally comes at the Wal-Mart concession stand, Christine sits down and tries to read her friend's facial features for any sign of a secret. All she can see is that Tammy is enjoying her burger like she did back in the day. "Ok, give up. I know something happened today...now damn it, you have to tell me. Are you seeing Kane?"

"Hell no, I'm not seeing Kane," Tammy says and realizes that she isn't lying, "if you must know, we're just friends. I talked to him today at work, and he seemed shocked that I would speak to him. That's IT."

"Ok, I'm sorry, I'm just a little on edge. I don't want your men to think they have to kill him for talking to you."

"Stine, it's all good...there's nothing going on," Tammy says and feels bad because she's basically lying to her good friend. "Alright, if you want to become friends with him, how about this; Road Dogg, Taker and I want to invite you guys over for dinner Wednesday. Will you be able to make it?"

"Yeah, I will," Tammy says, jumping at the opportunity to be near Kane.

The next day, Tammy is thinking of how she wants to look when she goes to Christine's. "Oh my god!! I've got it," she thinks to herself with glee. Since it was Tuesday and the tapings of Smackdown were tonight, this was the perfect plan. "I need to find Amanda and Lita," Tammy says to herself. She was sure that since Jeff was scheduled to fight, she would be able to find Amanda or Lita in the gym watching him work out. Needless to say, she was right. Jeff was at the bench press, and Amanda was spotting him. "Hey G-Mandas," Tammy shouts, remembering Amanda's old nick name, "got a question for you." Amanda looks up from staring at Jeff and smiles at Tammy, "Ok, just a sec." Tammy is shocked at how different Amanda has gotten over the years. She met Jeff about a year ago at a WWF House show, and decided that she was going to work her hardest to get into the WWF herself, just so she could meet him. With a lot of sweat and determination, Amanda was BUFF now, and best of all, she had a lot more confidence in herself. Tammy had seen this, and talked Stone Cold into mentioning Amanda's name to Vince McMahon; and now, she was in the WWF as Jeff's valet. "Yeah Tammy, what's up," Amanda asks, bringing Tammy out of her thoughts. "Oh, I was wondering if you had a dress that would go with my red platforms that I can borrow tomorrow?"

"Oh! I have the perfect dress, it's my little red shiny one, you've seen it right," Amanda asks. "Yeah, I have. That'll look good with black hose right?"

"Yeah, that's how I always wear it. If you want, stop by the house tonight and I'll give it to you."

The night goes perfectly, and Tammy only bumps into Kane once. "Um...hi Kane," she says sheepishly as she tries to compose herself. "Sorry..." he whispers to her. The tension in the air is so thick that you can cut it with a chain saw. Looking up into his eyes, she smiles and says, "No, it was my fault. I should watch where I'm going. I'll see you later sweetie." As she walks off, she can feel his eyes watching her, which she enjoyed immensely. "Sweetie?? She called me sweetie," he says to the now empty hallway. When he gets home that night, Christine is waiting to talk to him. "Kane, I know you value your privacy, so I wanted to tell you we're having company over tomorrow night. Tammy and her husbands are coming over for dinner. I just thought I'd tell you," as she says this, Christine watches for any signs that he's overly happy about this. "Oh...ok," he says nervously. "Here?? She's coming here, with her husbands," he thinks and fidgets. "Kane, you don't have to stay around them for a long time if you don't want to. Hell, you don't have to even come downstairs if you don't want to. I just haven't had Tammy over for a while, and I decided to invite her." Thinking of what to say, Kane just responds by saying, "its ok.," and walks upstairs. That night he dreams of lips he wishes he could kiss.

The next day, Stone Cold is amused to watch Tammy try to get ready for dinner. "Tammy, come on, it's not like this is some formal feast or anything, this is Christine's house for Christ's sake!"

"Damn it Steve, I want to look good," she says while shirts and clothes are flying at him from in the bathroom. "How does this look," Tammy asks and steps out of the bathroom wearing a dress she had on an hour and a half ago. "Isn't that Amanda's dress," Steve asks while trying to keep from laying, "like I said an hour ago, you look damn good in it."

"No I don't," Tammy says and blows air through her bangs, "I look fucking fat". "Oh shit, not this discussion again." Steve had heard this one 8 million times since he had married Tammy; she started suffering from the 'I'm a fat ass' syndrome about 2 months ago, she had gained 5 pounds. "I really don't see what the big deal is, but I'm not complaining," Mark says with a smile while checking Tammy out, "you gonna wear the platforms with that?"

"I don't know, I think I look fat in this. I had wanted to wear the platforms and some black hose."

"Hell yeah that would look good. Go put it all on now," he says and swats her on the butt. "Ok, I will Mark," she says and kisses him on side of the mouth before running into the bathroom. "I will never know how you do it," Stone Cold says to Mark, "I've been trying to get her to wear that for about two hours now." Mark explodes in laughter before saying, "Man, you just got to have the touch." About thirty minutes later, Tammy comes out of the bathroom looking fabulous. She had settled on putting her hair in a simple French twist, and had very minimal make-up on. She had also stayed with Mark's decision of the red dress and the platforms. "Baby, you look great," Stone Cold says with a smile. "Thanks Steve, you guys ready to go?"

"Honey," he giggles, "we've been ready for two hours."

"Ugh, where are they at," Christine says while looking at the finished dinner. "STINE!!! They're not coming...please....you're killing me," Taker says to Christine, while his stomach growls in hunger. "My stomach is gonna digest itself," Dogg says to her. "Listen, and listen close. We are NOT eating until they get here. I don't care if you both die of hunger."

"Man, you're starting to look like a ham," Taker says while eyeing Road Dogg. "EEK! Stine, keep him away," Dogg screeches before hiding behind her. "Ok, I don't care if you both starve, but I do care if you start turning cannibalistic. STOP IT TAKER, HE'S NOT A HAM," just as she says this, the doorbell rings, "That's probably them." When she opens the door, she's shocked to find Tammy standing before her in a dress. "Um...what's the occasion Tammy," she asks Tammy, not bothering to hide the shock in her eyes. "Oh, I just felt like dressing up," she says and hugs Christine's neck, "that's why we're late. Sorry."

"It's ok. At least you showed up, Taker was starting to grow delusional and looking at Dogg like he was a ham," she giggles, "and something is the matter with Kane. He says he doesn't feel like coming down."

"Shit! That fucking sucks. Does he feel ok, or is he sick or what," she says, concern growing in her voice. "No, he's ok. He just sometimes gets to where he wants to be alone. I guess this is one of those times," Christine says. Unbeknownst to them, Kane is standing at the top of the stairs, listening to the whole conversation. "I would come down, but I don't think I can hide how I feel about you in front of them," he whispers quietly to himself, wishing he could tell it to Tammy.

"Christine, dinner was great," Stone Cold says as he scoots away from the table and unhooks the button of his pants, "I'm stuffed." Suddenly, he lets out a tremendous burp. "Steve, stop...you're fucking disgusting," Tammy says with a grossed out look on her face. "This coming from the woman that can burp so loud she can peel the bark off of a tree," Christine says with a laugh. "I have no clue what you're talking about," Tammy says, trying to act innocent. "Yeah, sure."

"Hey, you guys want to go sit in the other room for a while," Taker asks them. "Sure, let's watch this tape of Tammy's first appearance," Stone Cold says and laughs, "you've got to see the look on her face when Kane does his pyro." Tammy shoots him a pissed off look, and then follows them into the living room. They quickly become engrossed in the tape of RAW, and Tammy sees her chance. "Christine, can I use your bathroom," she asks, knowing the answer is yes, but enjoying Christine's predictable response. "Fuck no, I'd rather see you piss down your leg," Christine says as usual, "of course you can dumbass."

"Ok, now I've lost my mind," Tammy says to herself as she climbs the stairs, "I know what I'm about to do...I should be ashamed." As she gets to the top of the stairs, she hears a door close quietly down the hall. "Hi Kane," she thinks to herself as she goes to the bathroom and uses the facilities, and makes sure she looks presentable. She walks quietly out and down towards the door she heard close. "Kane," she says quietly after knocking on the door. When no response comes, she walks into the room and shuts the door behind her. There, sitting on the bed looking out the window is Kane. "Ok, here goes," she thinks, lets out a sigh, and walks towards him. "Baby, is something the matter," she says and sits behind him on the bed. He turns around, looks at her and shakes his head no. "Kane, don't be afraid to talk to me. I know you can talk."

"There's...nothing...wrong." She looks at him and considers this before saying, "then why didn't you come to dinner?" He turns to her and looks into her eyes, and she knows he wants to say something, but he can't. "Kane, it's getting harder for me to deny what I feel for you," she says and reaches tenderly for his hand, "I know we've never been on a date or anything, but I really like you, and I want to spend more time with you." Before he knows what he's doing, he reaches his hand out to feel the little ringlets of her hair that have fallen out of the French twist. "So soft," he thinks while twirling it between two of his fingers. Then his hands betray him, and he sees them move up, and he gently traces the side of her face, and stops at her jaw. Then, he uses the pad of his thumb to feel the moistness of her lips. "Oh my god yes," she thinks to herself, enjoying his exploring of her body, "this is so perfect." He looks at her, and seeing that her eyes are closed, he lifts his mask to kiss her. She moans at the sudden feel of his lips, and then feels him pull away in a hurry. When she opens her eyes, he's looking at her with a worried expression and his head tilted to the side. "What," she says worriedly. "Did I hurt you," he asks. Trying not to giggle at his childlike innocence, she says, "No Kane, that felt really good. Please don't stop." She lifts his mask up a little, and that's all of the incentive he needs, he starts kissing her again. She can tell he's not had many women, if any at all, because his kiss is very chaste. He lets out a small moan when he feels her tongue tracing his lip, and taking the hint, he opens his mouth to give her access. She feels him start to touch her leg and then he stops suddenly. Breaking their kiss, she looks at him and breathlessly says, "Kane, don't be afraid to touch me, I want you to. I want you to do anything you want. I give myself to you, but there's one thing I do want you to do."




Kane & Stone Cold



"What..." he says into her ear. "Please take off the mask. Don't hide yourself. I like you for who you are in the inside, not what the outside looks like," she says and moves her hand slowly to his face. "You...don't know...what you're saying," he says, trying to block her hand. "Baby, please, let me take it off," she says and places her hand on his mask. She struggles with the clasps for a moment, then deciding he's lost the fight, Kane unclasps them for her; but he lets her take the actual mask off of his face. He closes his eyes when he feels the cool comfort of the mask leave his face. "This is where she screams and runs away," he thinks while bracing himself for her shocked reaction and ultimate rejection. She draws in a deep breath, and he waits for her scream, but it doesn't come. "You're beautiful," she whispers to him, then moves in to kiss him again. "I can't believe this is happening. Did she just say I was beautiful?! What am I supposed to do, her husbands are here," he thinks as he tries to decide what to do first. Seeing that he doesn't know what to do, Tammy says again, "Kane touch me," and she pulls him onto the bed on top of her. He is tentative at first, then he places a confident hand on her waist. Feeling his curiosity grow, he moves his hand from her waist to her neck, then slowly moves down to her breasts. "Oh god yes, Kane," she says in a state of ecstasy.

Downstairs, the men are enjoying their beer that Stone Cold just "happened to have" in his truck. "Ok, now I know something is really going on. She's been gone for 30 minutes...I'm gonna find out what the fuck is happening," Christine thinks while looking at her watch. "Dogg, come here."

"Yeah Christine," he says when he gets to her side. "I need you to help me with something, follow me," she says and walks upstairs to her room. "Uh huh," she says when she opens by the open bathroom door, then sees that Kane's door is shut, "it's a game now huh?"

"You want me to do what," Road Dogg says with shock evident in his voice. "Dogg, it's nothing big. I just need you to lower me in the room like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible! You don't have to do a thing other than that. I want to know what's going on," she responds while putting on her suit. "You realize that Taker, Kane and Tammy are going to kill us for doing this right?"

"No, Tammy won't find out. Now boost me up into this vent."

"Shit I'm gonna die," he says as he pushes her up and then jumps into the vent with her. Christine stays ahead of them, then turns around and makes the "shhh" gesture when they are right above Kane's room. Looking through the vent, Christine can clearly see Tammy's shoes lying on Kane's floor. "Busted," she says to Road Dogg as she starts to unscrew the vent. "Ok, lower me down easily," she says when she has the vent up. Road Dogg lowers her a few inches, and she can't see or hear a thing. Kane's room is set up into two different rooms, one in which he has his TV and couch, and the other room is his sleeping quarters. Christine thought that Tammy would be in the room with the couch, but apparently not. 

"Bring me back up," she whispers to Dogg, who just happens to drop her. She lands on the floor with a loud thud, and before she can get out, she hears, "I have never been more scared of you in my life. What are you doing?" When she looks up, she sees the fully clothed Tammy standing in the doorway to the room, with the fully clothed Kane right behind her. "Um....nothing. What are YOU doing in here," she asks quickly, trying to change the subject. "Well, I was about to come back downstairs when I saw Kane standing in his room. I said hi, and we got caught up in conversation," Tammy says while stooping over to put on her shoes. "Isn't that true," she turns and asks Kane, who promptly nods yes. 

"Ok, fine, I guess I am being paranoid. I'll go back downstairs now, hurry up Tammy, your men are waiting for you," she says and turns to go to the door. "Stine, I'll be right down, I'm talking to Kane about a little problem he's having," Tammy whispers in her ear before she leaves. "Ok, but remember Stone Cold and Mark are down there," Christine whispers back, then walks out the door. "See Kane, I have a sixth sense," Tammy chuckles, "I knew she was coming." Kane laughs loudly, then picks Tammy up. 

With her eye level, he raises his mask to kiss her again, not knowing that Road Dogg is still in the vent watching them. "Ok, honey, let me go. I'll meet you in your dressing room at the house show...ok," she says and kisses him again. "I'll be waiting..." he says and lets her go. "My god, I am in heaven," he thinks as he watches her go. After she leaves, he walks back into his bedroom and lays down on his bed to think things over. "Wait until I tell Christine," Road Dogg says to himself when he's sure the coast is clear.

Road Dogg is attempting to get out of the air vent just as the Undertaker is coming upstairs to use the restroom. "Whoa, what in the hell are you doing," he asks Dogg. "Oh, um...Christine asked me to check on something."

"Yeah, it looks like she did...and I bet I know what it was. What did you see boy," he asks, cracking all of his fingers at once. "Nothing man, I was trying to um...."seeing Undertaker closing in on him, he scrambles for an excuse, "investigate a foul smell." At that, Taker raps his fist around Dogg's throat. "You have two seconds to tell me what you saw, or I'm gonna kill ya." Dogg tries his hardest to swallow then says, "Tammy and Kane are somewhat involved. I saw them kiss," he says, then feels the pressure let up a bit, "and she said she was gonna meet him in his dressing room at the house show. That's it! I promise!" Taker lets out a chuckle and says, "That's it?! Well, make sure you don't tell Christine just yet. If you do, I'm gonna hurt ya. This is the first good woman Kane has been with, I want him to tell us himself. And, Tammy needs to figure out how she's gonna tell her men." With that, Taker comes back downstairs and says goodbye to the leaving guests. "Tammy, are you sure you can handle these drunkards," Taker asks her with a playful look on his face. "Ah, shit, I've handled bigger."

"So I've heard," he says cryptically. "What the fuck did that mean," Tammy thinks to herself, a little startled at what it could mean. "Um...ok, sure," she says and leads her men out to the truck. As she pulls the truck out of the drive, she feels like she's being watched and looks up in time to see Kane looking at her from an upstairs window. "Bye Kane, I had fun," she thinks to herself with a smile.

"Tonight was so perfect," he thinks when he moves away from the window, "but what is gonna happen from here." He didn't want to delude himself into thinking a relationship would be easy with Tammy, she had two husbands for god's sake. "She'll probably just date me then get bored with me," he says to himself with a sigh. After thinking about it for a moment, he decides that he thinks he's wrong. Not knowing what to do, he decides to consult a higher power...his big brother. "I know she wants to keep this a secret for now, but I need to talk to him."

"Taker, can I talk to you," Kane asks when seeing his brother sitting in his room reading one of Christine's stories she had just written. "Yeah Kane, what's up," he says, knowing exactly what it is that's bothering his little brother. "Um...can we go some where private? I need to talk to you about something really important."

"Sure, lets go to the park down the street." As soon as they get comfortable on the swings at the park, Kane starts to talk, "Taker, women confuse me." Taker starts laughing at this. "Why's that," he asks when he has regained his composure. "Well, please don't say anything about this to anyone, I'm waiting to the right moment to tell people. Something happened between Tammy and I tonight. She came into my room, and we ended up kissing and she got me to take my mask off. She's also the one that set up the date the other day, but she got scared when you guys showed up. Also, she came into my dressing room the other day, and we almost kissed then, but Stone Cold showed up."

"KANE! I'm shocked so much has happened! She must really like you..." Taker says in a pleased tone. "Well, that's what I thought too. But you have to remember, she has 2 husbands, and everything is stacked up against us. She's scared Stone Cold will find out."

"Has she said anything about wanting to see you again?"

"Well, you know how we have a house show Saturday? She said she's going to meet me in my dressing room before the show."

"Well, I'll make you a deal. I won't say a word to anyone, and as a matter of fact, I'll help you see her. But you have to promise me you'll be careful around Steve and everyone till Tammy decides to tell everyone how she feels. You don't want to do anything to mess this up Kane, this sounds like it could be very good for both of you. I must say, I'm quite pleased."

The next day, Tammy got a phone call from Vince McMahon. "Tammy, we've thought of an experimental angle for you and Steve. I'd like you to come by later so I can pitch it to you. My schedule is open at 3, can you make it then? Yes? Good, I'll see you then." When they get there, Kane is already in the room. Both men get up to greet Tammy and Stone Cold. Tammy shakes McMahon's hand, and then goes to shake Kane's hand, and no one sees the silent exchange that takes place between the two. Kane is not wearing his glove, and when Tammy shakes his hand, she rubs the top of his hand with her thumb and smiles coyly at him. "Ok, I've brought you all here today to discuss an angle which I think may be good," McMahon says and looks at the group. 

"In light of the way you two interacted, Kane and Tammy, I'm thinking that we're going to have Kane's character grow highly captivated with you," at this Tammy shoots Kane a 'Holy shit' look and notices that his eyes show he's smiling, "He'll do a lot of things to try to gain your affections, and you will act nothing but scared and repulsed of him. Then, eventually you're going to go missing, and Stone Cold will stop at nothing to find you. From there on, I haven't decided the angle, but if the fans like it, this looks like it will be very Frankenstein in nature." After he says this, Tammy looks at Kane worriedly. "He's very touchy about his looks, wonder how he took that one," she thinks. "Well, Steve, how do you like it," McMahon asks Stone Cold. "I like it, sounds like a good idea, if Tammy is ok with it," he responds. "Are you still scared of him Tammy," Stone Cold whispers in her ear. "No, I'm ok," she says before telling Vince, "Yes, I like this angle. When do we put it into effect?"

"I was thinking we could set it into motion starting at the Columbia house show this weekend. How do you feel about that, Kane?" Tammy looks at Kane with a look of hope in her eyes, and then warms when she sees him nod. "Ok, then it's settled. The new angle starts in Columbia."

On Saturday morning, Tammy awakens to see Stone Cold getting his stuff packed. "Good morning sweetie. I was gonna let you rest a while longer," he says before being over and giving her a kiss, "Mark is downstairs making breakfast for everyone." He smiles when he sees her get "stuck in a stretch" as she likes to say. "How much more time do I have to get ready," she asks when the stretch lets her go. "Oh, about two hours before we go to the airport."

"Ok, I'm gonna take a shower," she says and stumbles off into the bathroom. She had been in there a couple of minutes before she was joined by Stone Cold. "You care if I join ya," he says as he slips his arms around her waist and hugs her to him. "No, not at all," she says and turns to look at him. "I feel so bad, I don't think I have feelings for him anymore," she reflects as she looks at him. Stone Cold was a well built man, with a muscular stomach which for some reason still had a spare tire. Looking at him, she realizes that she's thinking more of Kane than of him. "He doesn't even compare to Kane. Sure he's built better, but Kane just satisfies me in a different way. And Kane is more special...I don't know how," she thinks to herself. "Baby, what's wrong, you look sad," Stone Cold says and uses his finger to lift her chin up. "Oh, it's nothing," Tammy says lying. "If something is the matter, you tell me ok...I'm worried about you," he says and kisses her tenderly on the lips. "Ok, I will," she says before returning his kiss, "I think I'm just a little worried about this new angle with Kane. I want to be 'over' with the fans."

"Honey, anyone that Stone Cold is dating is already over with the fans. Don't worry about it."

After they had showered, they went downstairs to find a massive breakfast waiting for them. "AH! I knew there was a reason I married you," Tammy says and hugs Mark. "Yeah, slave labor," he says and kisses her. "You taste like bacon," she giggles and scrunches up her face. "Surely you didn't think I kept this lovely physique just feeding you guys, did ya," he says while rubbing his small pot belly. They finished their large breakfast and finished packing in record time. "Ok, Tammy, when you guys get back I'm not gonna be here, I have to go play a few games with the Cardinals. I'll be gone about a week and a half. "Oh, ok Mark. I'll watch all of your games, good luck out there," she says and hugs him then walks out the door to the cab.

Their flight was surprisingly short; they were able to be to rent a car and be to the Hearnes Center two hours before time. The Hearnes was a small little arena in a small town, but the fans were wonderful. When they got to the center, there were a few dedicated fans already standing outside in the rain. "Oh, Steve, I just love seeing that. These people would stand out in the rain just to see us?? That's so excellent," she says after catching notice of a redheaded girl that had a very expensive looking camera hanging from her neck. "Aww it's a Kane fan," Tammy smiles to herself as she notices the girl's weathered but well loved shirt. You could tell something had pissed the girl off, she turned and started talking angrily to her friend. As Tammy watched the girls, a security guard told Steve that the wrestlers were to drive their cars into the door that was directly below the girls so they could avoid the rain. Steve stopped the car just a little bit into the building, and when they were getting their stuff out of the trunk, Tammy heard the girl talking to her friend, "Pam, I am so pissed off right now. I have Beni's camera and I'm standing in the rain to see wrestlers who are too good to walk in the rain. Why won't at least one of them come out and wave?" Tammy hears who she assumes is the girl's friend reply, "Well, at least you got to flip off X-Pac." The girl's response to this made Tammy laugh, "Yeah, the cocksucker...hurt Kane again you piece of crap!"

"Aww...how cute. I'm gonna go talk to them," Tammy says to Steve who is also listening to the ensuing conversation. "Hey, girl," Tammy says as she walks out to where they can see her, "I heard you're disappointed. I must admit, the other wrestlers should come out and say hi at least."

"Oh my god, you're Stone Cold's wife aren't you?!" At this, Tammy lets out a little giggle. "You're a Stone Cold fan?? You have good taste. Hey, would you like to have his autograph?" The redhead heard this and almost passed out. "Hell yeah she would, you gotta pardon her, she has panic attacks easily," the girl named Pam says, while fanning her friend. "Ok, stay right here, I'll be right back," Tammy says and goes back to the car. She can hear the girls giggling as she and Steve start walking back outside. "Steve, they're so funny. They remind me of me and Christine," Tammy says to him as they get outside. Stone Cold is extremely nice to them, and he gets his picture took with Tammy and he gives both girls an autograph. The girls look very contented, but they make one request of Tammy. "Hey, do you know Kane," the redhead asks her, "I would love to have his autograph."

"Well, I'll see what I can do," Tammy responds. "Ask her Pam..." she hears the girl whisper to her friend. "Ok, fine. Hey, do you know Chyna? I love her and Kitty....they're my women."

"Yeah, I know them...you want an autograph?? Be here after the show, and I'll see if I can get their autos for you. I'm not promising you anything, but we'll see what happens. Anyway, we've got to get going, gotta get ready for the show." After they said their goodbyes and changed into their ring outfits, Tammy decides its due time to go see Kane. "Hey Steve, I'm gonna go look around. I'll be back before ring time."

"Alright, I'll see you later," he says and kisses her passionately on the lips. "God, I'm glad that's over," she says as she walks out the door and bumps into Chyna. "Oh!! Sorry Chyna," she says and smiles at the woman. "It's ok Tammy. You ready for the show tonight," Chyna asks her. "Yeah, I'm ready. By any chance do you know where Kane's dressing room is?" Chyna looks at her and smiles knowingly, "It's right down this way. Can I ask you a question? All of the girls are talking about this, are you seeing Kane?" Tammy's eyes grow big with shock at this question, "WHAT?!"

"Oh come on, it's all over the place...at least in the women's part of it all. We've seen him looking at you, and we've seen you looking at him....the tension is thick.....come on girl tell me," Chyna says and tickles her ribs. "Chyna, come on now, I can't say anything ok," Tammy says giggling. "Ooh! So you admit something is going on?!"

"NO! I didn't say that now," Tammy says trying to compose herself, "I'll make you a deal. In the event that something does happen between us, you'll be one of the first to know," she says with great sarcasm. "Fine, that works for me, here's Kane's dressing room," she says and motions to a door, "have fun." Tammy watches Chyna leave, and then knocks on Kane's door and walks in. To her surprise, Taker is in the room with Kane, and he looks at her and smiles. "Hi Tammy," he says and grins bigger, "how ya doing?"

"Oh, I'm fine, just came to say hi to Kane," Tammy says, struggling for a reason to be there. "Well, I guess I better leave you two alone now," Taker says and walks towards the door, "see ya later Kane." When Taker opens the door, Chyna and Kitty fall in with glasses in their hands. "Tammy, this is so not what it looks like," Kitty says and scrambles to her feet. "Did you hear anything interesting," Tammy smirks at her. "Um...no, see ya later," she says quickly and pulls Chyna to her feet, then both women run off. "Do you guys want me to stand outside and keep people away from the door," Taker asks with a grin. Kane nods his head YES and he takes position next to the door outside. As the door shuts, Kane grabs Tammy and pulls her to him. "I..missed..you," he says from his seat and places his head on her chest and hugs her waist. "Aww...I missed you too," she says, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. She holds him to her for a few seconds, then notices the straps of his mask and lifts his head up. "Kane, please don't hide your face from me," she says and starts unhooking his mask. "This is still weird," he thinks to himself as she takes the mask off of his face. "Thank you sweetie," she says and places a loving kiss on his lips. Meaning to start out where they left off, he makes her sit down for a second while he places some towels and coats on the floor in a little mattress like arrangement. "Come here," he says and gently pulls her down to the floor with him on the mattress of coats. When she is seated comfortably, he wraps his arms around her and places her on her back, with him on top of her. "Are you comfortable," he asks, knowing his weight is considerably more than hers. "Yes, I'm fine," she says shortly before kissing him. Their kiss quickly becomes more passionate, and she can feel his erect manhood rubbing against her thigh. Feeling devious, Tammy adeptly reaches her hand down to his leg, and slowly brings it up to his inner thigh. "Please," he begs, and feeling like teasing him, she barely grazes his erection. Seeing that she is going to taunt him, he decides to do the same to her. He lifts her with one arm, and quickly removes her pants, stopping only to admire her purple g-string. He slowly starts trailing kisses from her mouth, down her neck, across the mound of her breasts and to her navel. Sensing what he's working up to, Tammy tenses with anticipation. "Hehe, I've got her right where I want her," he thinks to himself, and then just stops what he's doing and goes over to the courtesy bar for a drink. When he gets to the bar, he sees Tammy open one eye and make a "WHAT the Fuck" face. "Kane, what in the hell was that for," she says in a frustrated tone. Knowing that he's gonna die for this one, he turns around and says, "Oh, did you want me to do something?"




Kane & Stone Cold



"Oh my god you jackass," she says and flips over on her side. "Damn, she's got a nice ass," he thinks as he moves in for the kill.

"My, my, my," Taker says as he closes the door quietly after peeking in at Tammy and his brother, "things seem to be going well in there." About five minutes after he shuts the door, he hears feet run up behind him, "Taker, baby, Chyna asked me to find her earring...she says she lost it in Kane's dressing room. Let me in," says the small black woman while trying to push the massive man out of her way. Seeming amused at what's happening, Taker swoops down and grabs the woman under her arms and brings her up to eye level. "Jackie, hear me now. Tell Chyna and all of your other gossiping friends that there is nothing going on in this room. Do you hear me?" Just as he says this, a faint but audible moan comes from inside the room. "I didn't hear you baby, but I sure as hell heard that!"

"That, dear girl, was Kane. He has an upset stomach."

"Nigga please, if a stomach ache makes you sound like that, BRING IT ON!" He looks at her and shakes his head, "Jackie please, just leave him alone. Let him experience things without worry for at least a little while. He's known so much pain. Don't you think he deserves some peace?"

"Ok, I'll make you a deal. I'll leave him alone and not tell anyone a thing, if you tell me what's up."

"Well, you can't tell anyone Jackie, but Tammy and Kane are kinda involved. But, the problem is she still has two husbands." Jackie looks at him, smiles and says, "Thank you for finally telling me. It won't go any further, but if you or them need anything, you just tell me. I'll help any way possible. Now, Chyna's earring is right by the inside of the door, will you get it really quick? She really did lose it."

"Sure, but be QUIET," he says and opens the door enough to get the earring. He realizes a little too late that he opened the door wide enough for Jackie to see the now almost totally naked Tammy on top of his brother. "Oh dear god," she whispers excitedly to Taker, "they gonna get it on!"

"Jackie, they aren't...at least not here, Kane will want to wait till she knows for sure. They're just playin now," he says to her when he shuts the door. "Now, remember your promise. Don't tell anyone," he says before sending her on her way. As soon as she gets around the corner, Chyna and Kitty pounce on her. "What did you see!! What's going on," Chyna implores of Jackie. "Girl, I didn't see a thing. Here's your earring."

"Kane, are you still ok with this," Tammy asks as she sits on top of him and slowly grinds her hips against his cock.. "Yes," he says and then watches as she fumbles around with his costume's shirt. She finally succeeds in getting his shirt untucked from his pants and over his head, and takes in a deep breath when she sees his massive chest. "God Kane, you're so hot," she says and bends to take one of his nipples into her mouth. She smiles to herself when she hears a low animalistic moan escape him mouth, then moves to the other nipple. "Do you like that Kane," she asks and looks up at his face. "Yes," he says in a very guttural voice. Loving hearing him like that, she moves down his chest and kisses his bellybutton, then travels further down to his fully erect cock. "Kane, you've been in these pants long enough," she says, then takes great pleasure in pulling his pants slowly down his legs, admiring his large manhood. "Ooh, baby," Tammy whispers and takes him in hand, beginning to slowly stroke its length. "My god, this is great," Kane thinks to himself and throws his head back in pleasure. Seeing her opportunity, Tammy moistens her lips with her tongue and gently wraps her mouth around the head of his shaft. Getting used to the feeling of his cock in her mouth, she takes as much of it into her mouth as possible while stroking the rest with her hand. A few seconds later, the door opens and Taker comes flying in. "Holy shit!! I'm sorry," he says and turns his back to them as Tammy flings herself behind Kane in shock. "Taker, there better be a good reason for this," Kane says while trying to catch his breath. "Oh, you can say I have a good reason," he says and peeks around to make sure they're decent. Tammy was still hiding behind Kane, and he had his clothes in his lap to make himself more presentable. "Stone Cold asked if he could speak to you, he's waiting outside," Taker says with a morose look on his face. "Shit, Tammy, you have to hide," Kane says while picking her up and taking her towards the bathroom, "stay in here till he leaves." Kane is surprised to find that his brother is smirking coyly at him when he turns around. "What are you doing? Why aren't you outside stalling him," Kane asks in annoyance. "Jackie is taking care of him. Here's your costume," Taker responds with a grin and tosses his ring outfit to him. "Taker, stop looking at me, we'll talk later," he whispers to his brother. Placated, Taker starts towards the door. "I'll tell him you're getting dressed and you'll let him in here in a second. If I was you, I would think of anything gross, like your father naked," he says and motions down on Kane. "Oh shit, you're right," Kane replies in embarrassment. "I'll be dressed in just a moment."

"Hey Kane, sorry to bother you man," Stone Cold says and enters the room, "I was just wanting to know, have you seen Tammy?"

"No.."

"Ok, it doesn't matter I guess. I also wanted to talk to you about what we're gonna do tonight for this new angle." They talk for a few minutes, and then Kane notices to his horror that Tammy's underwear are underneath the bench on which Stone Cold is sitting. "So that idea is ok by you," Stone Cold asks, oblivious to the underwear under his seat. At that moment Kane would have agreed to anything, even parading around naked with bacon on his nipples, just to get Stone Cold out of the room. "Ok, now that that's settled, I'm gonna go find my wife. Do me a favor and tell her I'm looking for her if you see her. Thanks Kane," he says and walks out the door. Suddenly finding his situation amusing, he picks up Tammy's underwear and takes them to her. He finds her sitting on the toilet with the seat down and her feet drawn up, her head resting on her knees. "These were still in there, I'm sorry," he says and hands her, her panties. "Thanks," she says and a crooked smile crosses her lips, "I guess that ruined the rest of the day." Realizing he has his mask on, he takes it off of his face and kneels in front of Tammy, placing a kiss on her lips. "No, nothing could ruin what happened today. But, the bad thing is, you're gonna have to get dressed. Stone Cold is looking for ya." Tammy gets up and sighs, knowing she has to leave. "Damn, I don't want to go back."

She is up and dressed in less than a minute, and looks and Kane longingly. "Baby, I'm so happy this happened today, I wish we didn't have to hide it," she says as she walks up to him and runs her fingers through his hair. "Hopefully the opportunity to tell everyone will come soon...that is, if you think you want to have a relationship with me, and this isn't all just a sexual thing for us," she says timidly while looking into his eyes. "Tammy I can't stand being without you, knowing you are with another man; I can't wait for the day that you're totally mine," he says, his mouth nearing hers. "Oh Kane, it'll be soon," she says and kisses him eagerly. "I'll see you later Kane," Tammy says as she walks towards the door. "Stone Cold knows what's going to happen tonight, so talk to him, unless you just want to play it by ear," Kane says while watching the love of his life leave. "Ok, I will."

"See you later Tammy," Taker says as she walks out of the dressing room, closing the door behind her. "Taker," she says and places her hand on his large forearm, "thank you for letting me see him. It means a lot to me."

"Aww...it's ok. Just you take care of my little brother," he says with a smile. "Oh I will," Tammy says as she hops up to give him a kiss on the cheek. She smiles to herself to see that she has successfully made the Undertaker blush, and walks off in the direction of the dressing room that her and Stone Cold share. Undertaker watches her go, then walks into the room with his brother. "Kane, Kane, Kane," he says with a grin, "so what's up?"

"Oh, we've decided to officially start 'seeing' each other. Other than that, I have no idea," his little brother says and sighs, "Now, how many people know?"

"I'm sorry, but Jackie found out. She has vowed not to tell anyone, and she's already been grilled by Chyna and Kitty. She denied any knowledge of a relationship between you and Tammy, but they have their suspicions. Other than that, no one knows."

"Thank god," Kane says with relief and then lays down on the bench. "So...brother...did you have fun," Taker asks, trying to let his brother have privacy, but his curiosity killing him. "Yes brother, I had fun. She's a beautiful woman."

"Damn baby, you've been gone a while," Stone Cold says as he meets Tammy at the door. "Oh, I'm sorry, a bunch of fans saw me, so I signed autographs for a while."

"It's ok, I was just worried," he says and pecks her on the cheek, "Well, it's about 5 minutes till we go out, you want to come with me to get a drink really quick?"

"Sure," Tammy says, not really wanting to do anything but go and be held in Kane's arms. As they start towards the vending room, Tammy feels as though she's being watched. When she turns around, she sees two sets of eyes peeking at her from around the corner. "Chyna...Kitty....come on now," she thinks to herself and lets out a laugh.

The night goes surprisingly well, and Kane has absolutely no problem acting like he's infatuated with Tammy. Tammy, on the other hand, was finding it more difficult to act scared of Kane; however, she pulled a very good performance. As they walked to the back, they see Chyna, Kitty, and Jackie all standing around looking at them with a great deal of curiosity. When Tammy sees Chyna, she remembers her promise to the fans she had met earlier in the day. "Hey! Chyna! I need a favor," she says to the ninth wonder of the world. "Ok, how can I help?"

"Well, I met some fans earlier today, and I promised them I would try to get your autograph and Kane's. One of them said you were her 'woman', so can you sign something for them."

"Shit, what should I sign...." Chyna thinks to herself, "Oh, um, Tammy, I have something I could sign, but I don't know if they'd want it...It's an issue of Playboy that I'm in."

"Well, the way this girl was talking, I really don't think she'd mind," Tammy says with a smile, "Can you also sign this Kane mask for me? I'm gonna have everyone sign it for the other girl." Chyna agrees and signs both pieces of merchandise and then has Kitty sign it also. It only takes a short while, and by the time the last match is done, Tammy has gotten every Federation star to sign the girls presents, other than X-Pac and Tori. As Tammy and Stone Cold pull their car out, they see the girls standing by the police barricade. "Steve, pull up next to them and stop," Tammy says to her husband. "Hey guys, here's your presents," she says to the two girls. The redhead was so overwhelmed with the Kane mask that she hugged Tammy, while her friend Pam was looking quite incoherent. "Well, hope you guys like em, we gotta get going," Tammy says and they drive off. The last she saw of them the redhead was stroking the mask like it was a baby and her friend Pam was still in a coma.

A month passes, and Tammy and Kane only see each other during matches. "This isn't going to bother me," Tammy keeps saying to herself, but she knows it's going to. She had turned from fun loving to very irritable in a short amount of time. Kane on the other hand had turned very miserable. The angle involving her, Stone Cold and Kane had gotten over extremely well with the fans, but Tammy hated it. Everytime they had a match with Kane, she didn't want to run from him, but to him. "God, I can't have another match with him tonight...this is killing me," she thinks to herself, not knowing that tonight would definitely be different.

"Tammy, Vince wants us to help HHH out tonight with a match," Stone Cold tells her while putting on his ring outfit. "Really?? How?"

"Well, it's going to be a tag match, I have to be his partner. He ran his mouth to the Dudley Boyz, and now they're pretty pissed off. I want you to be pretty careful around them, but I also need you to do me a favor. If it looks like they're gonna win, do a run in. Use the ring bell if you need to," he says with a very stern look in his eyes. "Ok, I'll do it. And don't worry, I'll be fine." Tammy changes into her ring outfit, and then there's a knock on the door. When she opens the door, she finds Jackie standing there with a mischievous smile across her mouth. "Hey girl, I was wondering if you'd come with me down to the cafeteria for a while." Tammy looks at her confused and says, "Um...sure. Just a second." As they get into the hallway and shut the door behind them Jackie says, "We we're just gonna go get a soda...then I'm takin you somewhere." Tammy looks at her and grins, "Where is that?"

"Honey, if I told you it wouldn't be a secret anymore."

They get their sodas then Jackie takes her to a freight elevator and they go down to basement level. "Ok, Tammy, you have to put this on," she says and hands Tammy a blindfold. "Jackie, I cannot tell you how frightened I've suddenly become," Tammy grins and says to her. "Don't worry, this'll be great."

"If you let me run into anything, I'll kill you." Jackie just laughs at her and slips the mask over her eyes. They walk into a room, and Jackie is helping her around shit. Suddenly, Jackie just disappears, and Tammy walks a little further and bumps into something big. When she reaches her arms up to see what it is, she realizes she's bumped into a person. Unexpectedly, Tammy feels herself being kissed. She slips the mask off to see who it is, and she sees that it's Kane. "Oh shit, you scared me Kane."

"Sorry," he says before kissing her again, "I have a present for you, close your eyes one more time. No peeking." He leads her a little farther into the basement, and when she opens her eyes, there are roses everywhere. "Aww Kane, you are so sweet," she says and hugs him tightly. "I hate to interrupt you guys; but Tammy, honey, you need to get going, you have a match to go to," Jackie says from inside the freight elevator. Tammy turns to Kane and hugs him tightly again. Their hug lasts for a few moments, then Kane picks Tammy up and brings her eye level. "I miss you so much," he says and kisses her, "do you think we'll ever be together?"

"Kane, I promise you we will be soon," she responds as he puts her down. "That was so cute girl," Jackie says as they're making their way back up to the 1st floor in the elevator. "Yeah, I guess it was."

"When are you gonna tell people...I can barely keep this secret, it's too juicy. "Soon enough Jackie, soon enough."

The match with the Dudley Boys gets off to a good start. HHH decides to start things off first, and he is joined in the ring by D'Von. Stone Cold is watching the match closely, and doesn't notice that Buh-Buh is looking intently at his wife. "Lillian, why is he looking at me like that," Tammy asks the ring announcer. "He's insane. Stay as far from him as you can." D'Von throws HHH out of the ring, and he ends up falling by Tammy's feet. "Oh my god," Tammy says before D'Von grabs him and throws him into the steel stairs. Both men return to the ring, and out of luck, HHH reaches Stone Cold and tags him in before passing out. Stone Cold quickly finds himself on the receiving end of the 3-D, and D'Von goes in for the pin. Seeing that HHH is still passed out, Tammy grabs the ring bell and gets into the ring. Not giving herself enough time to think it over, she goes to hit D'Von in the head as hard as she can, but misses and hits Stone Cold. D'Von gets the pin fall and then Tammy feels her head being jerked back hard. "D'VON GET THE TABLE," Buh-Buh screams to his half brother while holding a handful of Tammy's hair. "I'M GONNA GET WOOD," he screams to the announcers. Before she can do anything about it, she finds herself with her crotch in Buh-Buh's face. "Please don't I'll do anything," she begs, then finds herself flying through the air. The impact with the table shouldn't have been bad, but Buh-Buh didn't give her a chance to take the bump like she was taught. Worst of all, he didn't soften the blow, she took it all. "Fuck, I'm hurt," she says to the referee before passing out. Seconds after the impact with the table, the lights go out and there's an explosion of fire. "God damn it, I'm too late," Kane thinks to himself as he runs out to the ring, "she wasn't ready to be put through a table yet." Buh-Buh sees him coming, and tries to punch his way out of trouble. Instead, Kane picks him up and chokeslams him off the ring apron onto the King and JR's table. "Oh my god, this man just totally annihilated Buh-Buh," JR screams from his seat. Then D'Von runs at Kane and tries to hit him. Kane picks him up like a bag of sticks and throws him out of the ring. With everyone out of his way and Stone Cold passed out, Kane checks on the unconscious Tammy. "Tammy, wake up," he whispers to her. "Where are the E.M.T's," he thinks to himself when he notices they have not yet made it ringside, "they must think this is part of the story." Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he picks her up in his arms and carries her like a sleeping baby to the nurses station backstage. As he gets up the ramp, Jackie runs up to him, "Oh Kane I'm sorry. Hurry we'll take her to the nurse." Tammy starts stirring in his arms, and opens her eyes expecting to find herself being carried by Stone Cold, but is pleasantly surprised. "Where's Stone Cold," she asks quietly. "He's still in the ring. You knocked him out I think," Kane responds, "now be still, you're hurt."

The nurse looks Tammy over and quickly decides she has a concussion. The whole time they are inspecting her, Kane is standing outside the room pacing. "Kane, you did terrific tonight! The fans totally believed you have feelings for her! The look of concern in your eyes was wonderful," Vince McMahon says to Kane as he walks into the hallway. "She was hurt," Kane says and looks at him with contempt, "she should have never taken that table shot tonight". "Well, it wasn't planned, but she pissed off Buh-Buh. He'll be talked to," McMahon says with mock concern. "Gentlemen," the nurse says while coming out of Tammy's room, "she has a concussion. She needs to take it easy for about a week." After the nurse tells them the news, Kane goes into her room and helps her get back to her dressing room. "Thanks for your help Kane," she says sweetly, "if I was feeling better, I'd reward you for it." Kane grabs her and pulls her to him, hugging her strongly. "Just what do you think you're doing with my wife," Stone Cold says and walks into the room. "He was just hugging me Steve, it's no big deal."

"Yes it is a big deal. I've heard rumors," he says and gets into Kane's face, "that you're rather sweet on my wife. She's very naïve, and may be thinking you're just a nice guy. Keep this straight, she would never want anything to do with an ugly assed guy like you. You would be a play toy to her. I don't want you near my wife or touching her when we're not in a match. Ok?!"

"Shut-up! Kane is the one that got me away from the fucking Dudley's you should be glad he's so nice," she tried to say quickly before words got too harsh, but it was too late, the damage was done. She watched in horror as Kane looked at her with a tear running down his face and under his mask, and turned and walked out the door. "Why in the FUCK did you have to do that," she yells at Steve, ignoring the stabbing pain in her head. "Because he fucking pisses me off, that's why."




Kane & Stone Cold



"Steve, he doesn't fucking have feelings for me, it's just an angle," Tammy says, obviously trying to cover her ass. "Well, things are being said, some of the guys don't think it's an angle with him anymore," he says with a snarl. "So basically you're telling me you're so fucking insecure in your manhood that you actually believe what they say?? Fuck you Steve. I'm going to the hotel, you can fucking get a ride with someone."

"Tammy, you can't drive, you've got a concussion."

"Just fucking watch me. If I think I can't I'll have someone drive me," she says highly pissed off, and pushes passed him. "I've fucked up this time," he thinks to himself with a sigh.

"Chyna, Kitty, can one of you drive me to the hotel," Tammy asks as she sees them getting into their car. "What's wrong Tammy," Kitty asks getting out of the car, "where's Steve?" Tammy, knowing she's probably giving them too much info says, "Well, we got into a fight, and I'm not exactly feeling too well. I have a concussion." Kitty flashes a knowing glance at Chyna and says, "Chy, I'll meet you at the hotel, I'm gonna drive Tammy."

"Ok, see ya there," Chyna responds and pulls away. "Honey, I'm sorry you guys got into a fight, if you need to talk to anyone, I'm here for you," Kitty says and places a hand on Tammy's arm. "It's ok, it was just a big misunderstanding," Tammy says. She opens the passenger side door of the rented car, and her bag falls out on the ground of the parking garage. "Damn it," Tammy says and bends to pick the bag up, then she hears a thump. "Kitty," Tammy says when she stands up and doesn't see the woman on the other side of the car. "Kitty where are..." she says, cut off by the hand on her mouth. She starts to fight as she sees Kitty laying on the ground with a little puddle of blood coming off of her head wound, then the world goes black as she's hit in the head.

"Holy shit, Kitty," Grandmasta Sexay yells as he walks into the parking garage and sees Kitty laying on the ground unconscious, "Scotty! Get a paramedic!" Scotty runs back into the area where all of the wrestlers and paramedics are and yells for a medic. "I need a medic up in the parking garage, Kitty has been attacked." All of the other wrestlers hear this, and they run to the garage to check on her. "Kitty, what happened," Jackie asks her when they get her to wake up. "Someone came up behind me and hit me in the head. Tammy was with me...where is she?!" At this Jackie looks up at Stone Cold, "they must have taken her." Kane was far enough away that he didn't hear what Jackie said, but from the look she gave Stone Cold, he could tell what had happened. Jackie looks up in time to see Kane walk into the building with his head hanging low, "Kitty, do you want me to go with you to the hospital?"

"No, tell Chyna where I'm at...she needs to know," Kitty says then shuts her eyes. Jackie walks back into the building to call Chyna, then she sets about finding Kane.

"Kane baby, where you at," Jackie yells down the hallway of the now empty building. It wasn't hard to find him, she just looked for the sound of things breaking. "Kane, now if I come in there, I expect to keep all of my arms, ok," she says and walks into the room. The site that lays before her is heartbreaking. He had stopped throwing things around when he heard her outside the door, and had slumped to the floor with his face covered by his hair. She wasn't sure but she thought she heard him sobbing quietly. The room was totally torn up. "Kane, honey, talk to me," Jackie says as she looks at the massive man lying broken on the floor. He doesn't say a word, just looks up at her. Jackie can see the tracks of tears on his mask. Taking her life into her own hands, she sets next to the man and puts his head on her shoulder. "Now, now baby, we'll find her," she says while rubbing his hair. He sobs on her shoulder for quite a while, then looks at her. "Who would do this," he pleads with her. "I don't know," she says sadly. Suddenly Undertaker comes through the door, "Brother, are you ok?" Kane looks up at him, sniffles, and says, "The woman I love has been taken, and there's nothing I can do about it, or people will find out about us."

"I will find her Kane, I promise," Taker says and hugs his brother.

Meanwhile at the hotel, Steve is on the phone to Mark. "Yeah, she's missing. Kitty was gonna drive her to the hotel. What?? Oh, um, because we had had a fight. She would have driven herself, but she had a concussion."

"How in the FUCK did she get a concussion Steve?!"

"We had a match against the Dudleys, and she was thrown into a table. She wasn't ready for the bump, and she hit weird."

"Ok, and why weren't you there when she was going to the motel?" Steve sighs at this and responds, "We got into a fight."

"Damn it...you fucking got into a fight with our wife when she had a concussion?! What in the fuck is your problem," Mark yells at him. "Well, she knocked me out in the ring. Kane came out and kicked the shit out of the Dudleys, then he took her to the medic while I was still out. I found him hugging her in her dressing room. There have been a lot of rumors that Kane is sweet on her, and I've seen the way he looks at her. She's naïve Mark, you know that, he'll hurt her in some way." Mark sighs to himself and says, "Steve, I bet you've hurt her too. I'm coming up tonight, what room are you in?" He tells Mark the hotel and room number, then hangs up. "You know what," he says to no one in particular, "where was Kane when this happened??? He's the one that wants my wife...it's obvious she doesn't want him, so he took her didn't he!?"

He falls asleep that night thinking of the possibilities of Kane being the one who took Tammy. The next morning, he wakes up to the sound of someone knocking on his door. A very haggard looking Mark stumbles in, and quickly falls asleep on the extra bed. Twenty minutes pass, and after Stone Cold gets out of the shower, there's another knock on the door. This time it's the police. They question him on the events of the proceeding day, and he finds out that he's basically a suspect because of the fight. Mark finally wakes up and finds Stone Cold in a state of disbelief. "Steve, are you ok," he asks him easily. "They think I did it," he says quietly, "why in the hell would I do it. And they found some of her blood, Mark. She's hurt."

"I'm not going to hurt you, unless you make me."

"That voice, where have I heard that voice," Tammy thinks to herself, "I wish he'd take this blindfold off." Everything goes quiet for a while, and she grows scared. "Damn it, come back whoever you are," she says to herself as she struggles with the handcuffs on her wrists. He had handcuffed her hands above her head to what appeared to be a large water pipe. She tried to think of how long she had been down here, and it seemed to her to be about two days. The man was extremely nice to her, he fed her and let her go to the bathroom when she needed, but he made her keep the blindfold and handcuffs on. She'd never known true humiliation till she had an adult male wipe her ass. Still, it was better than being dead. "Do you want me to take that blindfold off," he asks suddenly, startling her and making her hit her head on the water pipe. "Yes please," she says with her hoarse voice. As soon as the blindfold was off, he shot a very high powered flash light into her eyes so she couldn't see him. "Why are you doing this," she asks him. "Because, I want the WWF to pay. I want Stone Cold to pay too. And I want you to pay, for leading Kane astray."

"Led Kane astray? Who is this person," she thinks to herself before seeing a shadow of his profile. "It's YOU," she screams then feels the end of the flashlight come down on her head, instantly knocking her out.

"Damn, it's been over a week, and no word on Tammy's whereabouts," Kane thinks to himself as he walks down the hallway to his dressing room. On the way there, he walks past Stone Cold, who shoots him a 'go to hell' look. "Don't worry about him Kane," Chyna says and walks up next to him, "he's just stressed like the rest of us...but for him it's worse." As she walks off he thinks to himself, "If only she knew."

Vince McMahon had informed the audiences of the kidnapping, but the audience took it as part of the angle involving Kane. Deciding the show must go on, McMahon did not call an end to the angle. As a result, Kane was getting tremendous heat. There were many occasions that Stone Cold was no longer acting in the matches, he severely wanted to beat Kane's ass. He never admitted to anyone other than Mark that he thought Kane knew where Tammy was. "I'm telling you, he doesn't know," is all Mark would ever say.

"Girls, we've got to cheer Kane up," Jackie says to Kitty and Chyna, who at this point figure out that something was definitely going on between Kane and Tammy. Jackie had no idea how, but she knew she had to keep Kane sane while Tammy was gone, it wouldn't do for her to come back and find him a broken man, if she came back. "Well, Jackie, I'm all ears if you can tell me a way to cheer HIM up, other than bringing Tammy back," Chyna says to her sadly.

Tammy wondered how long it would take for them to find her, but most of her attention was focused on how this was effecting Kane. "The poor dear must be heartbroken," she thinks to herself, then hears her captor enter the room. "I've brought you some food," he says to her then comes a little closer. Seething from a sudden burst of anger, Tammy kicks out with all of her strength aiming for his stomach, but not knowing what she hit since the blindfold was back in place. "You whore," he yells at her as she hears him hit the ground. She giggles a little at her deviousness, then hears a little bit of shuffling on the ground. "You think that's funny huh," he screams and suddenly she is hit four times in the face with the back of his hand. "Damn, he's broken my jaw," she thinks to herself as she hears the sickening pop emit from it. He hits her one more time after mangling her jaw, then the world goes black again.

"Stone Cold, I called you in today because our secretary found a rather odd note on her desk yesterday," Vince McMahon tells his bad luck stricken wrestler, "I wanted you to know about it before I gave it to the cops. What Stone Cold sees before him appears to be some sort of ransom letter.

I have the little bitch

She's only been moderately hurt,

But she wouldn't have been had 

She listened like a good girl

I will agree to give her back if you

Terminate stone cold's contract 

Immediately.

I am watching.

"I took them the ransom note today," he tells her, but she doesn't care. The pain in her jaw had become maddening, and it was so bad she couldn't eat. The pain pills he gave her helped a little, but they wore off, often in the night when he was asleep, leaving her alone for hours of torture. "If they do what I want, you'll be out of here in no time, and you can get medical treatment for that," he says and caresses her jaw. She winces in pain as his hand goes over the right side of her mouth, and he giggles in morbid enjoyment. "You're a captivating woman, I see why it was so easy for you to get under Kane's skin," he says and meanly pats the swollen side of her face, then leaves her. "God I miss Kane," she thinks and starts crying.

The next day, a meeting is called with all of the wrestlers. After a handwriting sample is taken from each of them and evaluated, Vince discusses with them the kidnapping. "As you know, tragedy has befallen one of our wrestling family. Tammy has been gone over two weeks now, and we received a ransom note from her captor. They demand that Stone Cold's contract be terminated immediately. Somehow they gained access to Titan Towers and placed the note on a secretary's desk, and left with no problem. This leads me to believe they may be some one within the WWF. We went over the security tapes, and we have indeed found a view of this man. Look into the papers we handed out to you, and see if you know who it is. There is also a copy of the ransom letter included, in case you know the handwriting. If you guys have any suspicions as to who it may be, please tell me." The meeting was over as quickly as it started, and Kane went back to his dressing room to look over the papers.

Just as he is about to sit down, his brother bursts into the room. "Kane have you seen the picture yet?"

"No, why?"

"LOOK," he yells at his brother. Kane looks at the picture then takes off out the door, almost killing Jackie in the process. "Holy shit, what was that?!"

"He's going to go get Tammy," Taker says and looks at her. "Fuck me! Shouldn't you be going with him or telling someone?!"

"No, don't tell anyone. We'll be back," he says and runs out the door after his brother. "Shit...wonder who it is," she says and walks out towards the female locker room. When she gets into the hallway, her path is being blocked by Chyna and Kitty. "What just happened," Chyna demands of her. "Um...I don't know what you're talking about."

"Damn it Jackie, we saw that door explode...what happened?!" Jackie looks at her and with great trepidation says, "He knows who has Tammy, he's gone to get her."

"Wake up....are you ok," he asks Tammy, who had been running a high fever. "Yes," she says, sounding very parched. He had gotten mad at her for something, she wasn't sure what, and let her go without food or water for 3 days. "Here, here's some water," he says and puts it to her lips. She drinks as much as she can stand and starts coughing. "I'm sorry you're so bad off, you should have listened to me though," he says and wipes her face with a damp rag, "I've brought you some food also if you'd like some." He's about to give her a mouth full of rice when there is a loud crash upstairs. "I'll be right back, that sounded bad," he says and skitters off, leaving her in the dark once more. A few minutes pass, then she hears more crashing, and the screams of her abductor. "Oh shit, what am I gonna do if whatever has him comes down here," she thinks while struggling with her handcuffs, "well, I'll be a fucking goner...that's for sure."

"Where is she," Kane screams at Tammy's abductor, a man he knows quite well. "Son, you're better off without her, she's a tart just like that woman Tori! She'll only hurt you," Paul Bearer screeches in his high pitched fat man voice. "I don't care what you think, now where is she?!" Kane yells and advances towards his father, throwing him up against a wall. Just as he is about to cave his fathers skull in, his dad screams, "She's DOWNSTAIRS!!!" Kane looks at him with nothing but contempt and says, "If you've hurt her, I'll kill you."

"Oh my god, did he just say downstairs," Tammy thought to herself in horror. She hears the doorknob rattle, then the door explodes into a million pieces of wood. "Oh sweet god, what the fuck is that," she says quietly to herself, damning the blindfold on her face. Everything suddenly goes silent, then she hears footsteps. Having nothing else to do, she says as loud as she can with her sore jaw, "Who's there??" She hears the footsteps become quicker, and then she hears, "Tammy?"

"KANE!!"

"Where are you?"

"OVER HERE!!!! PLEASE HURRY KANE, I'm hurt." She hears him shuffle around for a moment, then she feels his hands on her blindfold. "I ought to kill him," he says as he gently caresses her face. "Please, just get me out of here," she begs him. He looks up and sees that she is handcuffed to the water pipe. Not having the keys and knowing that his father is long gone by now, he decides to break the pipe. Her hands slide off of the pipe, then she starts crying in pain. "When was the last time he let you go," Kane asks her while trying to rub her aching arms. "Two or three days ago, he got mad at me," she says quietly. "I'm taking you away from him now," Kane says and picks her up. She clings to him like her very life depends on it, and then falls asleep.

Kane carries her all of the way back to the arena, the whole time crying because he thinks she's going to die. When he gets to the arena, no one asks him any questions, they just get out of his way. "Fuckin hell, where is he," Stone Cold thinks to himself. It was time for their match, and he was waiting in the ring for him. Suddenly, he and the crowd see the GTV logo on the titan tron. "What's this," he mouths to McMahon. Vince responds with a "I don't know." Stone Cold looks back to the Titan Tron in confusion, and sees Kane carrying in his bruised and battered wife. "What the fuck?!" He screams. The crowd is eating it up, not knowing that this is in fact a very real situation. At this point, Kane himself is in shock, and carries Tammy down the ramp and into the ring. Austin takes one look at her bruised and swollen face, and throws himself at Kane. "You piece of shit! I'll kill you," he screams and starts punching Kane repeatedly. Kane gets himself as far away from Tammy as he possibly can before he collapses under Stone Cold's attack. Seeing him go down, Stone Cold gets out of the ring and looks under the apron for something to beat Kane with. He gets back into the ring with a large sledge hammer, which he uses to hit Kane in the stomach and once in the head. "For the love of god, will someone STOP THIS," JR screams into his headphones, but no one will; the crowd is loving it too much. "Jackie, Kitty, Ivory, we've got to try to stop this," Chyna says to the women, knowing full well that they won't be able to. As they are about to charge the ring, they see Tammy starting to wake up. It takes her just a moment, then she realizes where she is and what's happening. It takes all of her strength, but she crawls over to Kane and throws herself on top of him. "Austin, STOP," she pleads with him, seeing the far away look in his eyes. "Tammy, MOVE. HE DID THIS TO YOU!"

"No, he didn't," she says, straining the words out of her mouth. "YES HE DID, NOW MOVE!!! WHY SHOULD I SPARE HIM ANY PAIN HE CAUSED YOU?!"

"Because, I love him," she says, tears streaming out of her eyes, "I've loved him since I first met him. He didn't do this to me, he saved me. But you are so insecure that you think he did it...just because you caught us hugging."

"Chy, did she just say what I thought she said," Kitty asks Chyna with a smile. "Yes, she sure did. Now we need to get out there in case Stone Cold does something," Chyna says and runs down the ramp. As it turns out, they are not alone in this idea. All of the Federation stars that Tammy and Kane are friends with run out to help, including the Rock and his wife Jen. Stone Cold cooperates with them as they lead him out of the ring. As they are leaving, another person enters the arena. "I KNEW IT!! I KNEW IT," Christine screams. She was wearing a Mission Impossible black outfit, her face was camouflaged and she had a pair of high powered binoculars around her neck. She had been watching everything that happened at the arenas, but had unfortunately missed seeing who took Tammy.

Stone Cold was arrested for assault and battery, and was put on probation. The WWF chose to keep him as a employee, but he was only allowed to wrestle when Kane was not there. Tammy and Kane were put in the same hospital rooms, and they were visited daily by Christine, Taker, Mark, Kitty and Chyna. The day that Tammy was released from the hospital, Mark picked her up. They drove towards their house, then he decided to take her to a park to talk to her. "Honey, I'm sorry all of this happened, and I'm sorry I'm about to do what I'm about to do. I want a divorce." Tammy looks at him with a shocked expression on her face, "Why?!" He sits quietly for a while, thinking over what he's about to say. "I've seen what you and Kane have, I saw how scared he was for you when you were missing. You love each other. I know you love me, and frankly I still love you, but you need to devote all of your attention and love to him. I hold no grudge, I just want what's best for you, and unfortunately it isn't me. You both have my blessing."