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The CIA Doublecross Pt. 01

By: SierraSprite



The voice was low and soft. "Scott, I need to talk to you."

Without moving my head, which was staring at my screen, I said, "The Wicked Witch is here. What does she want?"

"Scott, please, this is important. I promise to be good."

"You have to do better than that. I need a date tonight or tomorrow night."

"Scott! Quit fooling around. There is a VP from headquarters here and he needs a very private conversation with you immediately."

I turned around. My beautiful Marsha was right there, a deep frown on her face, a beige suit on her body.

"You sound like I have to do this, whatever it is, right now?"

"Yes. I don't think you will be back today, so shut things down and come to my office as soon as you can."

"This better be good. If you are doing one of your numbers on me, your backside is going to be very red."

"For once in your life, be serious. This guy is all business."

She looked as tense and nervous as I'd seen her. And every inch the professional HR exec as I watched her tight behind sheathed in expensive wool disappear down the corridor.

I walked into her office a few minutes later to find a beefy looking guy sitting in one of her desk chairs, giving me an unfriendly look.

Marsha introduced him as Mark Cooper, and he gave me a company business card that said "Corporate Compliance" on it.

"Scott, we have reason to believe there is a major data leak going on out here. We need your assistance to analyze the problem and identify who is doing it."

"If this is security related, that's not my area. You should talk to Roy Callaway."

"I was told that you are the data guy. I think we need you."

Marsha was looking at me unhappily. I wondered how HR was tangled in this, whatever it was.

"My job is to be a data analytics consultant to line managers and developers across the company. I don't have operational responsibilities except at times of system deployment and testing. By the way, if you don't have a copy of the corporate data access policy, you should get one from Marsha. The audit committee of the Board is tough as nails about observing it. Roy can fill you in."

Cooper was beginning to look pissed. I said to myself, this guy is an ex-cop of some kind and he wants me to drop everything and join his hunt. Trying to be more agreeable, I said, "Who did you talk to back east that gave you my name?"

"Actually, one of my friends in the FBI told me. He said Scott Thurston was the smartest data person on the west coast."

"Damn. I told Karl he did not have permission to spread my name around. But he is a good guy. I was able to save him some grief on a big drugs case."

"So you'll help me."

"If it's within my capability, and not fenced out of bounds, I'll be happy to try."

"What do you mean "out of bounds?"

"If you want broad data access, there is a form letter that requires a detailed statement of scope and need to know. And at least one, and sometimes more than one EVP signature on it."

Marsha was looking even more unhappy. It dawned on me that she had gone off the reservation and was now eating crow. Cooper did not look like the type of guy who enjoyed asking permission.

I said, "I've got an important project coordination meeting the rest of the afternoon. Why doesn't Marsha help you with the necessary paperwork?"

Trying to figure out what was going on, I grabbed some Thai takeout on my way home. I changed and was just sitting down to eat when my cell went off with a call from Marsha.

"Scott, I'm sorry for this afternoon. That didn't go off well at all, did it?"

"I was sitting there trying to figure out how a data investigation got this far without any of the clearances and permissions. Did you get blindsided or what?"

"Can I come over and cry on your shoulder?"

"Are you serious? After the way I treated you last fall?"

"I'd like to think I am a reformed woman. Can I come over and cry some on you?"

"A reformed Marsha Wilson? That I've got to see. If you haven't eaten, there is enough Thai takeout for both of us. But the beer supply is thin."

"I can be there quicker if you let me use your shower and borrow some sweats."

"Get your gorgeous body over here and I'll see if there is anything clean enough to lend you."

That was an inside joke. I'm a bit of a neat freak, and Marsha does a great job of dropping clothes anywhere and everywhere. We were an item for a while last year, and then career frictions got in the way, we had a big fight, and agreed to be friends. Which turned out to be very distant friends as various stories about why we weren't together anymore circulated through the building.

Twenty minutes later, I was letting her in and she thrust a sixpack of beer in my hands as she headed for the bathroom. By the time I put the beer in the fridge and followed her to find something to wear, there was an untidy trail of upscale feminine clothing on my bedroom floor, a location she knew well from past acquaintance. I took a fresh sweatshirt and a pair of my sister's capris and put them down in the bathroom. The shower was nicely steamed up, but I figured I would get show and tell later anyhow.

Warm plates and warmed up Thai were on the living room table when she came out. I handed her a beer and said, "I expect you need more than one of these?"

"Damn right." She leaned over and gave me a sloppy wet kiss.

We ate in silence for a few minutes, until she said, "That guy is a creep. He sweet talked me into arranging a visit here by dropping east coast office names, and I took him for genuine. I told him after you left that we needed to do a complete reset. I discovered that the Board resolution authorizing his office is only a week old, and there is nothing in any executive file detailing duties or responsibilities. I spent a half hour on the phone to my HR counterpart on the east coast and found out that one of the Board members, a former White House national security type, got this all started a few weeks ago when the Chairman got a call from the head of the FBI about a suspected leak of sensitive information from someone inside the company to the Chinese. Cooper is the result and nobody knows him from Adam."

She finished her plate, crawled into my arms and said, "Give me a kiss and tell me I'm not a silly bimbo who just screwed up her job."

I got us two fresh beers, settled her back in my lap, and pulled up the sofa blanket.

"So, if he is a good guy, he is pissed because of internal roadblocks, and if he is a bad guy, he is also pissed because the control structure is making life tougher for him."

"I guess. You have to tell me how to rescue this mess. You've always been smarter than I am, I just didn't want to admit it."

I gave her the kiss she asked for, and lay back thinking. She helped me think by taking my hand under the sweat shirt and applying it to a very firm, very curvy boob. 

"While I am thinking, tell me about this reformed woman business."

She wiggled around and moved my hand inside the waist of the capris to a warm wet place.

"I went through five boyfriends last year. You were the best, but the rest weren't bad. I was home for Christmas and my mom was after me about settling down with a guy. I fenced around with her and didn't let the conversation go anywhere. When I got back here after New Year's, I was depressed. Finally said to myself, "Any of these guys would have made a good husband, what do you think you are accomplishing by getting something going, and then killing it?"

We sipped our beer and she wiggled around some more, pressing her hand on top of mine.

Finally, I asked, "If you are reformed, you must have decided something?"

Suddenly, she was turned over and crying hard into my chest. I rubbed her shoulders gently and asked if I could do anything, wondering how I got a beauty in my lap with so many problems at once.

She kept her head down and moaned, "Shit, Scott, what are you going to do with a dumb broad like me?"

It was only nine o'clock, but I decided sleep would help. After I skinned off clothes and rolled her into my bed, she looked as irresistible as she did eight months ago. I turned out the light and went to brush my teeth. I slipped into the bed in the dark and tried to go to sleep. Pretty soon her hip was nestled against mine. We both continued the fiction that we were going to sleep. After a little while, her tongue began working on the back of my neck. After that, it was her sharp little teeth. The next thing, her whole body was stretched out on top of me. A little voice in my ear said, "You promised to help my problems. I have a new problem that is all your fault."

"All my fault."

"Yes. I am tingling all over. I haven't had sex in months, and your incredible body is setting off all my alarms."

I let that hang there in the dark for a few minutes, and then I turned over and got her positioned right above my very hard cock. My fingers worked up and down her back, with attention to an athletic ass that could use a few more regular workouts. 

"You haven't told me what is reformed yet."

"Can I ride you while I talk?"

She didn't wait for a response, but sat up in the dark and eased herself down on me. She pulled my hands up to her breasts and made approving noises. I was busy enjoying the hell out of this when it occurred to me that she was pulling a fast one. Get her out of a jam, and I will be just another ex-boyfriend. I sat up and whispered in her ear, "There is something I should tell you before this gets any hotter."

She stopped bouncing on me and said, "What's that."

"If you don't have a completely plausible story about how you really are a reformed woman, I am going to string you up and use the flogger until you bleed."

She jerked and wailed, "You wouldn't! No, you can't do that!"

She was now off me and across my knees. I thought the darkness would be fine for the first beating. My hands massaged the soft globes. My fingers went down the crack of her ass to find lots of moisture between her legs.

"Scott! No! This is serious."

"That's right, this is serious. Did you think you could fuck your way out of trouble? Giving me that dumb broad line to generate sympathy? Do you know how long it took me to get over you last year? Two months! I should beat your ass for that even if you do have a story about being reformed."

She didn't say anything but continued to wiggle around. This just drove my hand further into her pussy, which was juicing on me liberally. An idea crossed my mind. Marsha thought she was a dominant, but she really was a submissive. Seduced by feminist crap, she had her subconscious roles reversed. What does a mad and irritated male do in this situation, I asked myself. Tomorrow was Saturday, so she doesn't have to go to the office and won't be missed. She doesn't have a roommate. I had at least one and possibly two full days to turn her life around. Her sex life, that is.

I stood us up, with her over my shoulder and went to find some rope. Fifteen minutes later, she was back on the bed, on top of a large beach towel, arms and legs tied, and a scarf gagging her mouth.

Through the whole process, she said nothing. Didn't even resist. Maybe she was thinking I wouldn't beat her if she behaved. I went to the kitchen and prepared two glasses of soda. Hers had some valium in it.

I sat her up against the headboard and secured her arms. I had a dim nightlight on and she looked worried. When the gag came out, she said, "Scott, can we talk?"

"Drink this." I held the glass to her lips and she took a good slug. Eagerly drank it down, asking for more until the glass was empty. 

"Marsha, is there any story? Don't lie to me, it will be obvious."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Sorry isn't good enough. You have a serious down deep problem and together we are going to explore it. I wish it didn't have to hurt, but it does."

She got fifty blows to her ass and thighs from a combination of my hands, a paddle and a flogger. She was howling by the tenth, screaming by the twentieth, convulsing by the fortieth, and out cold on the fiftieth.

I rubbed ointment into her, tied arms and legs in place, and did not remove the gag. The door closed behind me with a satisfying click.

I didn't feel very good. You just beat hell out of a former girl friend, I said to myself. She could easily have you arrested for assault. A little voice said, don't quit the program yet. She doesn't know it, but you are trying to help.

I set the alarm for 5 am. When the door opened, her eyes were looking at me. Unhappy, unfriendly eyes. I carried her to the bathroom and let her down carefully on the toilet seat. Noisy pee flowed out of her. "Do number two while you are at it." She shook her head vigorously. "You don't get any say in this. Either do it, or I'll flog it out of you."

Her hands and legs were tied, and I had an impromptu leash connected so she didn't get any ideas. The eyes were angry, but she had her dump. While she was doing that, I filled an enema bag from the vanity drawer and filled her with the proper mixture. There were a lot of noises as I filled and emptied her twice. She didn't know it, but I wasn't going to have backdoor sex with her today. Maybe tomorrow her new approach to life would have her asking me to take her anal virginity.

I spread her out on my big beach towel and worked body oil into the gorgeous skin. The backside was very red, but not puffed up or blistered. I needed to think and I needed to shop, so I tied her to the bed under a blanket and went out to the car. 

On the way back, with my arms full of packages, her cell was ringing. I looked at it and there were three missed calls from a number not in her directory. Had to be Cooper. Should have realized he would want assistance on Saturday, being out here on his own.

I raised the shades in my bedroom, flooding the blanket covered body with morning sunlight. Her eyes were closed, but I couldn't tell whether she was sleeping. I untied arms and legs and said, "Stay there, I'll bring coffee."

She was sitting on the edge of the bed when I returned, head in hands.

"I'm not talking to you."

"You have a problem named Cooper, who has three unanswered calls on your cell. We are postponing our talk for a day or so while the problem is dealt with. I'm sticking around, against my better judgment, because I can't seem to avoid beautiful women in trouble."

"Bastard." She reached for her coffee.

"Do you want a shower before I put more stuff on your backside?"

"I am just going to take orders, or get beaten again?"

"I have ideas about changes in your lifestyle, but we'll get to those after we get rid of Cooper."

"You are being shitty."

"You deserve it. Come over here and lay that delicious ass across my knees so I can treat you."

Her behind was looking pretty good this morning, considering how hard I went after it last night. She moaned quietly as I carefully applied the ointment, rubbing it in so she could put on underwear.

"How can you be so nasty to me one minute and so nice the next?"

"I don't like being lied to, and I don't like pushy broads trying to do a number on me. Let's decide what you are going to say to Cooper."

"I am going to crawl under your blanket and cry all morning."

I stood and pressed her to me. "It's time for your executive personality to come out."

"How can I be an executive and rub on your bare chest at the same time?"

"Snap out of it. If I have to deal with Cooper myself, you are going to be left hanging from the ceiling with impressive welts across your tits and pussy."

She cursed and went in the bathroom. Ten minutes later, I had toast and juice for us in the kitchen. 

I said, "We still don't know how he figures in this. Might just be ex-CIA type with no manners, or might be a serious threat guy. Before we blow any alarms, let's go one more round with him. Why don't you return the call and set up a meeting at a Starbucks. Tell him you are bringing me along and you have talked to me about not being such an asshole."

Have you ever seen a woman who is beaten, scared, angry and astonishingly beautiful all at the same time? The eyes were red and determined. "You are an asshole, but I guess we have to wait on that. Give me your phone."

Cooper answered on the second ring and I could hear his loud voice from where I sat. "Where you been hiding, Marsha? You think I'm taking the weekend off? I need access and information, and I need it now."

Marsha's voice was in HR mode. "Mr. Cooper, the east coast people have not sent me your authorization, and I understand they have some questions about you. As a favor, Scott and I are willing to meet this morning and see what we can do to help. There is a Starbucks at 12th and Fremont that should be convenient. We can be there at ten. Otherwise, I'm afraid this is all going to have to wait until Monday when we can get people back east on the teleconference system."

"You drive a hard bargain, lady. See you there."

I stared at her. "Where did that come from? Last night, you were in confused bimbo mode."

She put her head down on the counter and started crying. I picked her up and walked us to the sofa.

"Oww." She turned over, head down. A low voice said, "I know, you are sitting there thinking you beat the nonsense out of me. Arrogant bastard. Pull my pants down and tell me how red it is."

I eased the yoga pants down. She was gloriously bare and deliciously red. But no bruises.

"You probably don't want to hear this, but there are no bruises, no black and blue. It is a magnificent shade of pink. Am I allowed to kiss it?"

"Oh damn." She pounded my leg. Even softer, "Yes."

I trailed the gentle kisses all over her rump. She twitched and tried to open her legs. I pulled the pants all the way off. Her thighs were open and a pussy covered with thin blond hair was staring at me. I kept on kissing and she moaned. My hand went up between her muscled legs and stroked upward from the front of her sex. More moans. My tongue carefully licked the part of her bottom it could reach. There was sudden nectar for me. The tongue went back for more.

"Oh shit."

"We can't do this. We have to get to Starbucks. You are the sexiest woman I have ever known, but there has to be timeout."

She stood and smiled at me. "You goofball. You don't get it, do you? Oh, do we ever have issues to work on, you and me... Later, that is."

We went by her apartment and she came out in something close to cowgirl. Tight shirt with tits showing underneath in black bra. Tight jeans. Trail shoes.

She climbed in and looked at me for approval. "You did say we were going for a hike?"

"I can't decide whether you are building up brownie points or beating points."

She pulled my hair and said, "Tell me the game plan for the meeting."

"If he is genuine, he has pieces of intercepts from his FBI buddy. His job is to try to converge that to a specific individual. We don't know how big the net is right now, or what the nature of the information involved is. So, first thing is to see if we can get a handle on where he is with narrowing the net and what is supposedly being compromised." 

"What if he is a bad guy?"

"That's where things get tricky. We're amateurs. If this blows up, the bosses are going to be all over us for not asking for help right away."

"What about pushing on the 'we need more credentials' angle?"

I glanced over at her. Pursed lips, determined look. "Give him the full on HR line. Then back off and let me talk to him. Bad cop, good cop. Like on TV."

We looked at each other. She mouthed "Asshole." and laughed. 

I said, "I'm getting to like this. As long as nobody gets killed."

"Yeah. As long as nobody gets killed."

He was in a back corner and had maneuvered some space around a table. His laptop was open. We nodded at him and ordered lattes. 


The CIA Doublecross Pt. 01



As we sat down, I said, "So that's fully encrypted, connected on an encrypted VPN?"

He gave me a "don't be a smartass" look and nodded. I pulled out my iPad, looked up his device address on the Starbucks WiFi and sent him a quick text right through his software wall.

As it bonged its arrival, he looked at the machine and asked, "How'd you do that?"

"Trade secret. I get paid to know things."

Marsha was enjoying this. "Mr. Cooper," she began...

"Call me Mark. I haven't been a Mister for years."

"Mark, you seem to have friends in high places. Like on our Board. But there isn't a speck of documentation telling us to give you sensitive information. We could have pink slips Monday morning for even talking to you."

That took some air out. I could see wheels turning that he was on a wild goose chase.

"Mark, if you are legit, give us some reason to believe you. You know my friend Karl, and that's one thing in your favor. Give us some more."

He closed up his machine and asked, "Is there a park around here?"

Marsha nodded and said, "About two blocks away."

"Let's go for a walk."

Still sipping our drinks, we strolled to the park, saying very little. He carried himself well, looking the buffed agent part. The guy you wanted on your side in a fight.

We didn't smile. "Mark, if you want help, give us something to go on. Otherwise, Marsha and I have a planned hike that's waiting."

"You know why guys like me don't tell amateurs like you what we are doing? Because there are nasty people out there with armored knuckles to beat the shit out of you, and needles to make you talk. You don't talk because you want to, you talk because you don't have any choice."

I stared at him. "Yeah, you scared me. But until we hear a good reason to give you information, you aren't getting any. Marsha and I are on the high ground, and if you don't like that, take your arguments back east and see how far you can get."

His smile was very thin lipped. "All right. One of your divisions makes gyroscopes. Mostly, they are a commercial product. But in a special lab, you produce very small, very precision versions for missiles. Highly classified stuff. One of them turned up in the luggage of a dead guy in Singapore. We are damn lucky the cops didn't quietly sell it to the highest bidder. But we have it back, and the serial number is from a batch not yet delivered to the system integration facility. There are four hundred of them in padded metal containers under chain of custody. When the military tracked them down in an interim storage facility, there was one in the container with the same serial number, but it was garbage inside."

I said, "Could have been substituted a bunch of places."

"Yes, but whoever it was had to know a lot about the whole business."

Marsha said, "You need employment records to see if anyone has left that group in the past few months. And anyone new entering it. And you need background information on all the individuals who have any kind of access."

I asked, "How come an FBI team hasn't come down on us like a ton of bricks?"

The smile was a little wider. "You two are smarter than I figured. The CIA and military intelligence are perturbed about this penetration. They would like to break the group that's doing it, and they especially want to know if the other side's military is directly involved. That is supposed to be a no-no."

Marsha responded, "So if this is inside, there may be people in administrative jobs who would notice strangers digging in personnel files."

"Yes, Ma'am. You could be sitting there laughing inside, with a hundred thousand already in an offshore account, making sure I don't get a lead on the guy in the lab or the transportation group who did this."

Marsha glanced at my unhappy face and turned back. "Fuck you, Mark Cooper. I was trained in Sofia and Budapest, and it takes more than an ex-CIA beefcake to break me."

For a moment, he looked unhappy. More unhappy than I did. Then the smile returned and he said, "Shit Marsha, you almost had me. That was smooth. You sure you don't want to be an agent?"

I said, "She does that to me all the time. Hard to deal with except with the palm of my hand."

Marsha was not amused. "Ok, I am on the hot seat first. Some of the information you need is electronic and some is still paper. All of the background paperwork is kept out of the computer. How do you want to handle access? I have routine permission to look at individual files, but not a whole group."

I sat there watching my weekend with Marsha evaporating until she said, "We had a breach last summer and the weekends are locked down very tight. Not worth taking a chance of getting caught. I'll have to wait until Monday to start."

I said, "Most of our equipment is taken off the net on the weekend, except the read only web files for the public. Makes the workaholics pissed off, but CEO wants it that way. And an attempt to spoof an address is way too obvious anyway. I'll have to think about this and see what I can do on Monday."

"By the way, somewhere there needs to be an accurate record of who did what with what authorization. Marsha and I are not getting hung out to dry if this blows up."

"What do you want?"

"Tuesday morning, Fed Ex delivers us personal signature required packages with a hand written letter from the CEO telling us how much he appreciates the special effort we are making to assist the confidential investigation of irregularities in the missile lab." 

His eyes were back to hard. "That's close to blowing our cover."

"Yeah. That is the way it needs to be. Close."

After he left, I asked, "Are we really going on a hike?"

"Yes. I'll drive to the trailhead."

We climbed steeply up through an oak and madrone woodland. Her muscled legs and rear took the path with ease.

"Stop perving on me. I can feel your eyes."

"I'll admire your legs and fine ass all I want. Is there lunch on this hike?"

"If you behave yourself, there will be lunch and a swim too. Be quiet and look for the deer."

No deer, but after the best part of a mile, we approached a narrow asphalt road. She took the road and we went up another little ways and into a driveway. Around a curve was a low redwood house with overhanging roof nestled in the trees. A woman stood at the doorway, smiling at us. "You made it."

"Yes, he is a sorry specimen, but good enough for this hike."

She extended her hand and said, "Hi, I am Dolores Sanchez. Please come in. You must be Scott. Marsha has told me about you."

The voice was soft and the tone flirty. A short, compact body that told of Hispanic genes.

We went through the house to a patio with a sparkling pool beyond it. When I turned around, Marsha had her clothes off and was standing under an outdoor shower head.

"If you want a swim, wash first." She left the water running and dove neatly into the pool.

When in Rome, I said to myself and followed her through the shower and into the pool. Three laps later, Marsha was still going but I was winded. Dolores was bringing a tray of lunch plates to the table with the umbrella over it. "Beer or wine?" she called to me.

"Beer will be fine on a warm day," I called back to her.

Marsha and I climbed out of the shallow end together and were handed towels. "You can just use them to sit at the table. We are very informal."

The shrimp salad was delicious. I sipped my beer and tried not to look at Marsha's incredible tits.

Marsha leaned back and took a big gulp of beer. The towel was not quite covering the curly triangle of light brown hair at her crotch. She smiled at me. "If you like, Dolores will go for a swim, and there will be two naked women for your eyes to devour."

I looked at them. "Is there a reason why I am getting a free lunch and a free gallery?"

Dolores said, as she dropped the sundress to reveal nothing underneath, "The beginning of a long story is that I am her girlfriend and her shrink. You went too far with her last night, and now we need to talk."

Dolores was chunky, but there was a lot of taut muscle showing. "Where did she get that body?"

Marsha's breasts were in the sun, and loved it. "In college, she did soccer she learned from her father and brothers, but ended up in the triathlon. We wrestle a lot and she takes me every time."

I moved into the sun myself and closed my eyes. That might help figure this out. 

Hands were wet with lotion, smearing my chest. More importantly, her boob was nudging my cheek. 

"This towel isn't much cover for what you are doing to me."

"That's nice. We have plans for you. I told Dolores one time that you gave me divine orgasms. She wants to check you out. We both love cocks. At the right time and place, of course. Are you in a loving mood?"

"Mostly, I am in a confused mood."

She laughed and said to Dolores, who was approaching, "He says he is in a confused mood."

More laughter. I was taken to a lounger and more sunscreen applied, even to my erection. "Take a little nap, we have to plan the rest of the day."

Part of my brain said it needed answers, but another part said lying in the sun on this deck was a great way to spend Saturday afternoon, especially with beautiful naked women wandering around. 

After a while, I heard her low and soothing voice. "Scott, just lie there and relax. This is a free consultation and we might as well stay out here on a nice afternoon.

I started to ask why I needed a free consultation, but she cut me off, saying, "Please don't interrupt me for a few minutes. We will get to your questions later."

I relaxed back down in the lounger and concentrated on being still. She continued, "Marsha came to see me two years ago. I have an unconventional reputation among psychiatrists and she said that was fine with her. I won't bother you with a rundown on her characteristics, since you know most of them. 

"The reason she wanted help was because she was having success in her job, but suffering bouts of anxiety in which she was fighting demon clones of herself. It got bad enough that some days she wasn't sure whether she was the real Marsha or a clone. Some of the clones had nasty habits, like aggressive flirting in public. 

"Together, we probed for causes of the clones and the anxiety. To shorten up almost a year of therapy, she was a witness to a brutal rape of a friend when they were thirteen..."

As she wove this story, I was feeling worse and worse. Last night's beating was looking more amateurish by the minute. 

I smelled a familiar female odor, close by. I opened my eyes and Marsha's hip was six inches from the side of my head. She wasn't moving, just standing there, listening to Dolores. I reached up silently and took her hand, pressing it with both of mine. Her other hand toyed with my hair.

Dolores continued, "Marsha doesn't get big victories over her problem, just little victories. When she told you she was a reformed woman, it was the truth, but not the whole truth..."

Marsha eased herself on top of me, face up. My erection was sticking straight up and she spread her legs so that the plump lips of her sex wrapped around it. She squeezed her thighs to keep me trapped. Her head went down on my shoulder and her hands brought mine up to cup her breasts. She wiggled herself firmly in place and sighed.

Dolores stopped talking and threw a large towel over us. "I'm going to start dinner. I want both of you to concentrate on being absolutely still, saying nothing. Let your bodies communicate. Just skin on skin."

It was hard. I had a lot of apologies to make. I could tell she was deliberately slowing her breathing. I tried. She won.

In twenty minutes, Delores was back. "That's good. There's hope for you yet. Come into the back room with me."

This must be her bedroom. Floor to ceiling windows looking into an oak grove. On the night table was a tray with three frosty glasses. Looked suspiciously like dry martinis. Next to them, a plate with caviar dollops on crackers.

"Get in there and leave a place for me in the middle. Scott, you may serve the ladies before you get in."

She dropped her dress. "All right, we are having a toast..."

She waited and looked at us. "Well?"

I looked at Marsha and she looked back at me. My move. "I would like to toast my new girlfriend, if she will have me, to whom I have done a great injustice." I took an extra large swallow of the gin. The icy cold trickled down my throat.

Dolores was looking at Marsha, who had her face screwed up like she was concentrating on something. Then she relaxed and said, "I would like to toast my new boyfriend, if he will have me, whom I have treated very badly." The second large gulp tasted better than the first. Maybe I had to have more than one of these.

Marsha and I leaned across Dolores for a tender kiss. I reached down and gave the stiff nipple of the therapist a good pinch, followed by my tongue in her mouth. 

Dolores caught her breath and said, "I would like to toast my former and future lovers. I like the chemistry, and I especially like two hard sexy bodies."

Marsha and I drained our glasses and set them to the side. Our cold tongues took up residence on a boob apiece. Our fingers made their way slowly down the tanned belly and into the trimmed forest. Marsha continued downward, pushing two and then three long fingers into a leaky twat. The peek a boo clit was left to me. I nibbled lightly on the breast, and rubbed on and around the clit.

Marsha said, "She wants you. It's ok. She and I get it on too."

I pushed the two of them together and positioned myself so my cock was buried in her cheeks from the rear. "I've never had sex with an analyst before. Does this get analyzed, or do we just get to have a nice fuck?"

"It won't be very nice if you don't hurry up." She pushed her behind at me and I unconsciously did the obvious thing and jammed all the way into a hot, wet pulsing cunt.

"Ohhh, better. Keep that up."

Marsha was looking at me with a smile that said there had better be some left for her when I got done with Dolores.

In the next half hour, I did them both, more than once. Pounding, twisting screaming, coming. Marsha got my first load in the middle of a big orgasm. "Oh you are a nasty fucker. You're ruining me."

Dolores got an equally large saved up load, but she had to play second fiddle to the new girlfriend.

I lay there, panting and laughing. They were grinning and dripping on me. "I think you planned that. I think your insides wanted a workout. Are you happy yet?"

"Get up, get up. Clean yourself. Act like a gentleman should. They swung their legs up with kicks to my rear. I walked to the shower, acting injured.

The drink this time was a glass of unoaked chardonnay. Small hunks of fancy French cheese. They had on dressy sundresses. Their hair was fixed. A little eyeshadow. Lip gloss. Scent.

"What's going on? Are you expecting company? I haven't got any decent clothes."

"Sit and sip your wine. It's too expensive for a therapist's income, so you better appreciate it."

She sat in my lap and traded tongue swipes with me. "I'm only going to say one more serious thing tonight. You are good for Marsha and she is good for you. You both have vulnerabilities. Share them and love each other."

I leaned back and drew her down to my chest. "Thank you."

Marsha was sitting next to me and kissed Dolores' lips softly.

The doctor sat up and said, "Pretty sentimental. We'll be getting out the Norman Rockwell book next." She went to serve the dinner.

Marsha turned and lay her head in the warm spot in my lap. "We were bad, putting that trip on you. But the sex was ok?"

"I'm not supposed to answer questions like that. My father said that once you let women get you into rating sex, it leads to nothing but trouble."

"I can give you trouble if you like." Her fingers were probing between my legs.

"You and I have to have a talk about boundaries."

"Yes, we do. That was way too cruel last night."

"I'm sorry. I did apologize."

She was in the middle of saying, "A second time would be nice," when we were summoned to the patio. The entree was poached salmon and asparagus. She had made hollandaise. There was more of the fancy chardonnay. I felt myself sinking into a mellow glow.

I was not allowed to clear. There were strawberries, with or without ice cream. 

Spooning my berries and ice cream, I said, "This isn't a trick? All I have to do is love this beautiful incredibly smart woman? And be nice to her therapist once in a while?"

They looked at each other and smiled. Marsha said, "Last night, just before I passed out, I swore I would get vengeance. But maybe we can be lovers instead."

After the kitchen was clean, we lounged in the living room, watching a movie. My eyes were closing. I heard Dolores telling Marsha that she was not letting either of us drive tonight, and felt myself being led to the bed and folded in. 

The sun was in my eyes and fresh coffee in my nose. Someone was sitting on my rump. I could get used to this. "Dolores has bikes. We can go for a ride and clear out the cobwebs. There will be Sunday brunch after."

"We must be running up a terrific bill with the therapist. Don't they charge $200 a hour?"

Another unmistakable female body sat on me. "There are reduced rates for special friends."

I turned over under them. They looked more alert than I felt. Fetchingly alert. Tits reaching for the slanting sunlight in the room. 

"We are going to cover up those bodies with biking clothes?"

"Sadly, yes. You have to save up. And be careful with that bike seat. It's hard on your male equipment."

There was a reason why Dolores had those impressive looking thighs. The road beyond her house was steeply up. Within a quarter of a mile, my legs were crying. At a mile, they were screaming and Dolores was smiling and waving gaily at her companions, who were falling farther and farther behind.

We groaned at each other and Marsha said, "If we quit, she will lord it over us forever."

"We could have an urgent need to go back to town to meet with Cooper."

"That's probably worse than this. I need to talk strategy for tomorrow with you."

"Are you sleeping with me tonight?"

At two miles, we were done and stopped to catch our breath. She looked serious. "Now that you know about my issues, maybe that is not a good idea."

I looked at her with my own serious look. "Why don't we go back to my trying to patch it up with a reformed girlfriend?"

She pushed her bike over to me and gave me a nice warm kiss. Then she stood back and said, "Ever since that thing Dolores made us do last night, my body wants to be close to you."

"What does your mind say?"

"My mind says it is confused."

I looked at her lithe torso and flushed face and my body wanted to be close to hers too.

"I'm confused also. What if we went to one of our places and worked on confusion."

Dolores appeared, idling down the slope on her brakes.

Marsha said, "This is great exercise but we have to go back to town to get ready for tomorrow."

She said, "Your issues are under control?"

Marsha said, neutrally, "I guess. At least enough for us to work together on the Cooper business."

"I want you both to promise you will come back and talk to me if your relationship goes in the ditch again."

Marsha was in charge. "Yeah. We'll come back anyway for another of those dinners and sleepover."

Dolores offered to drive us to Marsh's car at the trailhead, but we decided to hike. It was downhill.

Neither of us talked on the way to her apartment. A lot of emotional ground was covered yesterday, and right now we weren't sure whether we were on quicksand or not.

The apartment was the way she left it Friday night to visit me, a mess.

On the way in, she was already picking clothes off the floor. I started on the kitchen, doing the dishes and putting food packages away.




The CIA Doublecross Pt. 01



She was at my side, "We probably aren't compatible living together. How could you put up with a messy woman like me?"

I put my arm around her and kissed her hair. Her arms around my middle squeezed tight.

I picked her up and walked us to the bed. She lay mostly on top and cried softly. It took a while to die out and I let my fingers work on her back. 

"You were right. Everything the other night was total bullshit."

I pulled up the spread and worked her out of the clothes. She got mine off. She straddled my thigh, one leg up against my crotch. My arm was over her shoulder, keeping us pressed together.

After a long silence, she said, "How are we going to sort this out?"

My fingers liked working on her bare back better than on her tee shirt. The muscles rippled and flexed and felt good.

She leaned up and kissed me lightly. "Maybe you are thinking that Dolores' skin cure will solve all our problems?"

I pressed her head on my shoulder and kissed her forehead. "I'm wondering after all that therapy stuff how many issues we really have."

My erection was along her hip and she fingered him, running over the ridge of the helmet and back.

"I was thinking in the car about how much I want you, and whether a good hard fuck would do any good."

"But you aren't hitting on me, so the answer must have been no?"

"Well, Dolores has those fancy words about reintegrating your personalities and that is a little complicated for a simple cock."

That got me a hard squeeze and a giggle. "Scott, you are a devil. This thing is not simple. It's big, it's hard, it is throbbing in my hand, it is juicing on me."

"Hey, this started because I was regretting letting you get away from me and just wanting back the hot girl from last summer. No shrinks, no baggage."

"No shrinks, no baggage." Her lips were soft and demanding. Her pelvis was grinding on me.

I switched us around and slid right into her wetness. Hands were pulling my ass into her as hard as they could.

I did a few lazy strokes. "But it's not simple. You're right. Can you have simple sex but a complicated relationship?"

She humped up at me and gasped, "Do me. Do me hard and fast. We'll talk about the other later."

My body remembered that it took some doing to get Marsha's fire burning, but after that it was wild and rough. It was the same woman as yesterday, but different. This one wanted me all to herself. She wanted to talk dirty, to curse me, and cry on my shoulder. She made me come before she did. She took me in her mouth to get me hard all over again.

After an hour, she was reduced to lying back and sucking on my fingers. 

"So what's complicated about that? We both needed sex. We got sex. We're worn out."

"You are not the same woman I beat up the other night."

She sat on my chest, her bottom oozing.

"What's different? Same tits. Same pussy."

"You already admitted you gave me a line of BS." I sat back against the headboard and pulled her in tight.

She licked the side of my face and asked, "Can I just be a no bullshit girlfriend for a while? No history, no shrink, no baggage. A brand new girlfriend."

"You really think you need to ask me that, dumbshit? I'm crazy for you in case you hadn't noticed."

"Yes, dumbshit, that's me."

She smiled, "I guess you can't call me that in public?"

I guided us to the kitchen to search for dinner ingredients. "You know we have a saying in computing about things that are a feature, not a defect?"

"Yes?"

"Maybe it would work for you to keep two of your personalities around. The organized HR executive, and the messy, passionate no bullshit girlfriend."

I sat her on the counter, blushing, as I found drink materials and let her do the mixing. The view was terrific. There was a package of pork chops in the fridge, along with some green beans and salad makings. I went to work, letting her sit there with stiff nipples pointing at me as she sipped her drink.

"You're gorgeous. I want you."

"You just had me. You are worn out." She looked down and he was very limp.

"I guess I have an active imagination."

"Come here."

She buried my head in her boobs and I licked the nearest one. My voice was muffled in her cleavage, but I said, "This no bullshit body is to die for."

"You are being too nice. I need some reason to keep beating you."

Our tongues toyed with each other while we stared that out. I said, "Send me back to cooking so we can eat."

She tried to shove me away but I picked her up and walked us to the bed again, landing on her and sliding into that warm wet place that was getting very familiar.

She shouted at me, "What are you doing!"

I gave her five good strokes and stood. "Just showing you he wasn't completely dead."

She jumped up and beat on my ass. Serious hard swats. "There. Feels good. You better keep coming back to this pussy, or else."

Her arms went around my neck and her tongue in my mouth. Finally, she relaxed and we went back to making dinner. We were hip to hip at the counter and she nudged me every so often. 

"I was thinking this thing with Cooper might get us killed and I decided we might as well go together."

"If you keep throwing me curves like that, we'll never eat." I had her in a very tight embrace, growling and making male protective noises.

She insisted on eating on the sofa, sitting side by side tightly. She kept giggling and kissing the side of my face. Whispered in my ear that new girlfriends giggled and kissed a lot because they felt insecure.

I told her to relax while I cleaned up and brought back some dessert. There was ice cream, and even some berries. I drizzled Grand Marnier on them and brought the bowls to the sofa. She had on a very pretty short nightie that had her pussy peeking out the bottom. I threatened to put ice cream there and lick it off, but she said too icky for tonight. She didn't do that on first dates, but thank you anyway for the ice cream. We fed each other spoonfuls and acted silly. I knew we had to talk about tomorrow's meeting with Cooper but was stalling. This time she took the dishes to clean up and brought back a wet cloth to clean my fingers and face. I took the cloth and did her face and fingers. She lay on me and hummed. For a dumbshit, this was one fine woman I held in my arms

She pulled on my hair and said, "We can't fool around any longer, we have to talk about tomorrow."

I carried her to the messy bed and deposited the body in the middle. I came back with a glass of water to share and my laptop. "I'm going to check something from your WiFi and you are going to forget about it except what I am going to show you in a minute. If anyone asks, I took you back here after dinner and all you can remember is that the sex was good."

"Why don't you make that a true statement?"

I ignored her as I used an encrypted VPN to an anonymous server maintained by a friend in Europe to access an encrypted database that was a close clone of the company's real database, which was currently offline until tomorrow morning. A few keystrokes had me into the file we were looking for, which had thirty or so entries. About right for the gyro section.

She was holding on to my hair and had her chin on my shoulder. "You know a lot about this stuff."

"That look like what we want?"

"Yes. It only took you seconds to get it. How do you do that?"

"There's a reason why techies get paid so much."

I logged out. Less than five minutes active on the local ISP account. I leaned back on her thigh and closed my eyes. "I want your HR personality to think of the most paranoid version of what Cooper is up to and tell me."

She lay on her pillow and closed her eyes as well. I reached for her hand and pressed it between mine.

"You mean like those Cold War spy novels?"

"Yes."

"Well, I guess some sort of double cross."

"What about double doublecross?"

"Tell me." More fingers in my hair, pulling. "You have very nice hair, for a guy."

"Since we have just started dating, I have to tell you that you have gorgeous hair that turns me on every time I see you." I switched us around so her head was on my middle and I could fool with her hair.

"Tell me about the spies." she said.

"Cooper's phony resume says he is an ex-CIA private investigator. Not traceable, unless you are on the inside, because they never admit or deny employment. So he is really FBI, working for the Justice Department on suspected Asian piracy to reverse engineer the gyro and sell the result to the highest bidder."

"You left out the double double."

"Yes, the real truth is that he is in a small CIA/military intelligence unit that specializes in finding and preventing theft of sensitive technology by foreign military organizations."

"Shit. This isn't for real, is it?"

"Maybe not, but let's take the story one step further. Cooper and his team don't know it, but they have already been betrayed and the intel guys from you know where have id'd you and me. Spies don't like messy problems, but perhaps the two of us disappear without notice. A note is left behind implying that something is going on and we decided to take off to indulge our affair."

Her voice was trembling, "When we don't show, Cooper can't decide whether we are just flakes or whether something more serious is happening. He leaves the scene, with two unknowns in the area to keep watch on developments. He has one short moment of sympathy for us, and goes back to his job."

Her grip was very tight. "This is too close to home. I'm scared."

I pulled up the blanket. "If we get married, do you promise to hold me like this when we go to sleep?"

She slumped and her tongue found my lips. "Bastard. Telling me horror stories. If you hadn't just fucked me to death, I'd think you were hitting on me."

"I am. Hitting on you to keep you alive. Now go to sleep. We will talk in the morning."

She was dressed in HR uniform and handing me a cup of coffee. "I'm going in early. Have most of a story for why my assistant, Jennifer, needs access to the hard copy files. Corporate HR wants to check a cross section of employee files to review HR effectiveness in employee outcomes."

She leaned over, "You don't deserve a kiss in your current condition, but I'm giving you one anyway. Remember, this is the HR personality kissing you." The lips were warm, but the contact was short, and then she was gone out the door.

I showered and decided to do breakfast at Starbucks. I had some more anonymous things to do on the net.

Cooper was in a chair outside Marsha's office when I arrived just before nine. I sat down and handed him a flash drive. "There are thirteen files in there. The wrapper is going to erase them at the second access or noon today, whichever is earlier." 

"Thurston, just when I was beginning to think you aren't an asshole, you prove you are."

"Never denied it. Life can be tough for spies like you. Marsha knows you are about three layers down in subterfuge."

"I could make you disappear, just like that."

"I told her that too. But spies don't like messy cleanups, so you are not likely to kill us."

He had just finished saying, "Don't press your luck," when Marsha walked in with an armful of files.

"Come to my office."

"Put your gloves on, Mark. You have exactly one hour to examine them before they go back with my assistant, Jennifer, who is conducting a longitudinal study of HR effectiveness." 

He was good at this, and kept his small camera busy, clicking at many pages.

"You can forget that business about a letter. We have taken other steps to deal with the problem."

He said nothing and kept clicking. In forty-five minutes, he was finished. Marsha ushered him to the door. "Thank you so much for coming, Mr. Cooper. I'm sure this will be your last visit." Her tone was hard and firm. No more fucking around. He glanced at the two of us and was gone.

"I think HR needs to approve two hardship requests for a week's vacation, starting now."

"I just had the same thought. Go gather a duffel for warm weather and meet me at my place in an hour."

Shorts, jeans, hiking shoes, wind breaker. Floppy hat and sun screen. Two bottles of wine wrapped in clean underwear. Computer gear and chargers. Two pair of dark glasses.

If we were not leaving tracks, then credit cards were out. I stopped at the bank and withdrew three thousand. There wasn't much more in there anyway.

She had glamorous boy shorts on in a fetching crimson shade. The top was tight and showed her tits to great advantage. "Did you tell me you were finishing your junior year?"

"Senior, but if you want me to be a bimbo junior, I can work on that."

"Guess what, wherever we are going, no credit cards and no use of our current cell phones."

"You want me to get some cash?"

"I pulled three grand. How far am I taking you?"

"It's a deep dark secret, especially since we might be bugged in here."

"Whichever girl I am running off with, I like your thinking." I rubbed her butt, which was too hard to pinch.

She was still being mysterious when we pulled up a long driveway ten minutes out of town. "My sister's. Open the garage and get the jalopy out so I can put this in there."

Turned out Marsha was now driving a restored Model A roadster and headed back into the hills of San Diego County. I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the ride. The warm wind blasted us over the small windscreen. "We need beer," I said.

"And other things. You are shacking up with me for several days."

This was something else. The new, no bullshit girlfriend was definitely in charge. The techie dweeb needed to keep his head down.

In a few miles, she pulled off into a grove of trees. Grabbing one of her duffels, she motioned to me to follow her out of sight of the road. "This is stuff left over from a college play that was in the back of my closet. We are changing identities right now. She skinned down to her underwear and pulled a high necked granny dress over her head. I held a mirror for her as she did her hair in a tight bun and tied on a bonnet. With some touches of makeup here and there, she was suddenly almost forty. Out of the duffel came a pair of denim bib dungarees for me. And old fashioned shoes for both of us.

"There is a grocery in about a mile on the left. You are Arthur and I am Martha. You don't say a word until I ask you to, and act like a loving, but squished down in his slippers husband of a strong Christian woman."

It worked. She bustled up and down the aisles, filling the basket with a week's groceries. She whispered to me, "No beer here, wrong image."

The kindly checkout woman asked, "You folks from around here?"

Martha answered, "No, we are from one of the church communities down near Julian. Just shopping with you for a change."

"Well, thank you for coming in."

We were smiling and rolling down the two lane road when I said, "No wonder you have multiple personalities, you are a born actress."

"It's a weakness, I guess." She laughed and ran her fingers through my hair. 

The car had a powerful hot rod engine, and she handled it perfectly. I kissed the back of her hand. "I sure like the treatment I'm getting. Any time you want to run away, I'd like to be part of it."

She pulled into a gas station with a store. "Fill this thing up and get some beer. Put on your baseball cap and your shades and make yourself into a rural handyman."

"Yes, Ma'am."

I told the counter guy I had a customer who needed a new fence and where was the nearest hardware. He pointed me down the road to 'Scotty's.'

Another forty-five minutes up a series of winding roads with hidden turns and we pulled up under the elevated deck of a very rundown looking redwood house. Board and batten with lots of sun bleaching and rain marks.

Marsha produced a key and we entered on the ground floor. Dark and cool, but dry and clean smelling. I had been expecting mold.

After we opened the shades, the second floor was very nice. Expensively decorated. Oriental area rugs. Solid cherry dining table. Fieldstone fireplace.

I carried in several loads of stuff. Marsha had two beers and the lunch salads arranged on a table with an umbrella on a back deck looking into pine trees.

I gave her a nice kiss and asked, "What gives?"

She didn't let go but kept her arms around my neck. "My sister knows I went through all those men last summer. So I told her I had met a guy who was a big change for the better, and maybe he was the one. Could I borrow the roadster and the family cabin for a few days to find out."

"You witch. You tell her a true story and hang me out to dry. Did I tell you that in one of your dreams the other night you begged me to marry you?"

"OMG, I didn't!" 

"Yes, you did, and worse, I accepted!" I was easing her clothes off.

"Fuck! Now I am really stuck with you! I thought I could be your new girlfriend. We could have some dates. We could check compatibility. We could have an engagement, sort of..."

"Too late for all that. You are mine, and I'm not giving you up."

I sat in one of the chairs and she settled in my lap. Real tears were rolling down her cheeks onto my shirt.

"This is so fucked up. I think I know where I stand with you, and find out we are almost married!"

"There are worse things that could happen."

She cried on my shoulder. "Shit, shit, shit. What am I going to do?"

"Have that beer and some lunch."

She went in the bathroom and came back with her face washed and all the makeup gone. So was her top. The Marsha tits were out and mesmerizing me. I went and got my sunscreen. She turned the chair around so she got sun on her front. I made sure she had lotion where it mattered.

"Did you say we were shacked up here for a few days?"

"Yes, but that was before I knew I already gave away all my bargaining points." She draped herself over my head and cried, "Damn it Scott, I am really, really in love with you. I guess I have to stop pretending. You said you would beat any pretending out of me."

"I did. But a little play acting with sexy Marsha is fun, don't you think? After all, she's just graduating college and has so much to learn about the real world."

Sexy Marsha was sinking down on me, wiggling her ass on my crotch. "How did you get me up here anyway, Scott? I thought we were going to the beach?"

"Sorry for the change of plans. You are too nice a girl to take to that lousy beach house full of drunk fraternity brothers. I would spend all day pulling them off you."

"That's sweet, but did I promise you any special rewards this weekend?"

"Honey, in a minute, I am going to take my shorts off. You will be amazed at the present I have for you."

"Amazed? My mom told me penises are all pretty much alike."

"Marsha, you have no idea..."

She giggled and yanked my shorts down. There were no briefs under. "I refuse to pretend about this thing. It's big, it's hot, and I want it." She sank down on me and whispered in my ear, "Is that better?"

Her magnificent tits were pressed into my hairy chest and her muscular cunt was working on me something fierce. "Way better." The two of us had come up here to leave the rest of the world at a distance, and I felt like I was really home, buried in my new girlfriend, HR executive, love of my life, all of the above. I was almost ready to cry.

She could tell something was going on and asked, "You are not ok?"

"I have a terrible problem. I am so ok, I am about to cry."

"Scott! You can't do that! Only one of us can break down at a time. Take me inside."

I found a bed and we lay on it, kissing, licking, wrestling, crying..."

When we were calm again, she said in a clear low voice, "This is not like any shacking up I ever read about."

I said, "The guy is supposed to chase you around, shrieking, and taking you in every room, in every position."




The CIA Doublecross Pt. 01



She hummed. "Not today."

"You are supposed to tell him, you are not sure about all this. Maybe you should go back to dating."

She hummed. "Not today."

You are supposed to tell him that looking at his hard cock all the time is making you nervous, and it needs to be covered up."

She hummed. "Not today."

"When he just goes ahead and jams himself in your cunt, and he feels you juicing on him, you are supposed to tell him to get out of there."

She hummed. "Not today."

"When he picks you up like a sack of potatoes and walks out on the deck, and plants you down on him, facing the grove of trees in the slanting afternoon sun, you are supposed to tell him you will never come like that."

She hummed, "Not today." The climax was long and rolling and he held her tight, fingers worrying her beautiful boobs. 

She whispered, "I think this is going to be ok. With all my issues, do you seriously want to marry me?" She gave him a couple of hard squeezes.

I licked and nibbled on the back of her neck. She kept squeezing. I delicately pinched the stiffly erect pink nipples.

"Well?"

He put his chin on her shoulder and licked her ear. "Stop that. You are making me nervous. Answer my question."

With a tremor in his voice, he said, "Oh Marsha, I'm not sure..."

She jumped up, turned around, and slapped him hard. "Good for nothing."

He jumped up, wrapped her around his shoulders, and ran around the deck, leaping and shouting, "I love you, I'll marry you, please be mine." He danced inside and threw her from ten feet away into the middle of the bed.

She lay there, bare chest heaving. "You are a devil. We are going to have a stormy marriage. Maybe that is a good thing."

He poured them two shots of bourbon and brought it to the bed. He arranged their arms and stared deep into her eyes as he raised his glass and nodded to her to do the same. "I, Scott, do pledge myself forever to Marsha, my true love."

She recited, "I, Marsha, do pledge myself forever to Scott, my true love."

They tipped the glasses up and let the fierce alcohol burn its way down their throats.

He put the glasses to one side and they lay back on the bed, side by side. After a while, she said, "Shit, that was serious."

He kissed her hand and said, "Yes, serious."

It was a very restless night. One or the other of them kept waking up and feeling around. That woke the other and they had to have a tender kiss before they could sleep again.

The morning sun was warm, and the clock said eight thirty.

He asked, "After the shacking gets boring, what do you do around here?"

She sat on his chest, rubbing her bare bottom on him. He wondered if she needed him to pull her right up to his mouth and go to work.

She reached behind and slapped his erection. "Calm down. You can have me any time you want, but not this second." Her eyes were dancing. He growled.

"There is a path behind the house that goes up to a regular trail. It climbs a lot but takes you to a tumbling creek with pools to plunge in."

"We could take a lunch and have an outing? Pretend the big bad world isn't out there?"

"Yes. I'll make coffee. There is juice and fruit too."

Scott went out and moved the roadster behind the house, out of view of the road. There was even a tarp to cover it with. They tidied up the living room so someone looking in from the deck would not think the house was occupied. Electronic items went into a spare pack that found a hidden home under a tree on the way up the path. 

Marsha had the boy shorts and a running bra on and looked spectacular. She let out a big sigh and said, "I suppose you are going to make me lead the whole way..."

He growled, "Good for you." And added, "Good for me too."

She asked, "Are we supposed to act married after that thing last night?"

"I don't know, you started it, asking me if I was serious."

"Don't be nasty. I have tender feelings."

"You are the toughest little piece of tender I ever ran into."

She stopped and let him come up so she could get an arm around him and apply a kiss.

It was a long kiss. He said, "Damn, girl, we'll never get there like this."

She giggled and punched him and went up the trail at a pace that had them both puffing. In an hour, they had climbed more than a thousand feet, and the hazy view was nice. They sat on a rock and munched trail mix.

She looked at her map and said, "About a mile further."

The trail angled up and right into a shallow canyon with a buried stream in it. The walls narrowed in and the trail became fainter. Apparently, the pools to which they were headed were not well known. Eventually, they turned another corner and the rocks opened to a shady glen with a small meadow and a pool held back by rock fall. 

Marsha walked straight into the water in her clothes and splashed around. She beckoned him, but he stopped to put the pack under a tree and take off his hiking shoes. By the time he got to her, she was handing him the wet clothes to put on a sunny rock, while she paddled in deeper water. 

His clothes were drying next to hers when he caught her in the middle of the pond. "Aha, a nubile nymph, I do believe. What am I offered for your freedom?"

"Unhand me, knight. You demean your oath." Her eyes blazed at me. I submerged and came up between her legs. She felt good on my shoulders, her sex against my neck. 

"Fair maid, you can now defend us with my lance. I will be your trusty steed."

"If you are trusty, you will take me to yonder blanket and feed me some lunch."

The ground was soft under the oaks and we welcomed the small blanket to keep us off the dirt. Marsha sat between my legs, leaning back on me and munching her sandwich. I rubbed her shoulder and said, "Your sister told you about this place?"

"Yes, in some years, the creek dries up and the pond isn't here, so the maps don't show it."

She said to me, quietly, "Don't look uphill, but there is something or someone moving up there in the trees. Pretend you are concentrating on me."

"That's not hard. Can you see more?"

"Yes. It's two men in black, and one has a dog."

"So we've been tracked here. That didn't take long."

"They're coming down into the open. I'm putting my clothes on."

I followed her and we were dressed by the time the men were twenty yards away. I said, "What can we do for you?"

"Cooper sent us. He wants to know what you think you are doing."

I said, "We gave him what he asked for. Why do you have to pursue us when we are taking a couple of day's vacation?"

In the silence, Marsha said, "I could give you some lunch, there is extra. And your dog needs water."

The shorter, tougher looking one said, "Why don't you empty the pack on the blanket so we are sure you don't have weapons."

Marsha gave him a hard look and upended the pack. He gestured and she tossed it to him. He patted it and tossed it back. "Sorry. In our business, you don't take chances."

She smiled and fixed him crackers and ham spread, and an extra bottle of juice.

The men sat and the dog lay next to them, his eyes never leaving us.

Marsha asked, "Do we have to go with you?"

They looked at each other and shook their heads. "We just needed to make sure we know where you are. Mark is leading a tricky operation."

Marsha held out her hand and the handler whispered to his dog. He inched forward and allowed her to pet him.

"We are not supposed to do that. Usually, the people we find are seriously unhappy. The dog can tell."

The dog put his head on Marsha's leg and closed his eyes.

The other agent said, "Damn dog is getting soft."

The handler said, "Not everyday he gets to make nice with a beautiful woman."

I asked, "One reason we are here is to put distance between us and the people at the office you are interested in. Should we be worried about trouble from any of them?"

The agents looked at each other and one said, "That's a Cooper question. We noticed you went silent electronically. Good idea. Maybe you should consider going over the hill and camping in Anza-Borrego. If we see anything coming down, we'll alert you."

They rose, thanked us for lunch, called the dog, and wandered down the canyon.

(cont'd in Part 2 - Fire Fight in the Wilderness)



The CIA Doublecross Pt. 02



Firefight in the Wilderness

As the agents disappeared down the trail from our lunch spot in the narrow canyon, Marsha crawled between my legs and leaned back. "Am I supposed to be scared?"

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the side of her face. "Not when your strong silent boyfriend is holding you tight."

She turned around, pushed me down and kissed me hard. "That is such a corny line. You are getting as bad as I used to be. Maybe the no shit girlfriend needs a no shit boyfriend."

The sun had reached us and I worked on her back.

"If you do that, I'll go to sleep. Don't we have to move again?"

My fingers worked her ass as hard as they could and she complained. "You are trying to disable me?"

"I've never had a girlfriend with a tight body like yours."

"I've never had a boyfriend who makes me come like you do. Are we going to get it on, right here in the open?"

"I'd like nothing better, but pounding you into the dirt doesn't seem like the best idea."

"Let's walk down the trail and talk about going to the park. I was there when I was little and don't remember a thing."

We went down the trail and into the house as inconspicuously as possible. I got on my laptop and quickly had a map of the park. Marsha looked over my shoulder. 

"Hmmm," I said, "looks like a lot of places to get lost, especially with our roadster."

She nuzzled my ear and said, "I'm going to be lost in the desert with my new boyfriend. That sounds nice."

"I'm game, but we need serious supplies and a lot of water. Probably do not want to stay in a regular campground."

She pointed at the screen and said, "What if we leave here about 4 am and head down to Julian. There are outdoor stores and groceries."

I decided that indoor sports were required to keep our low profile. Marsha went around picking up our mess and making the place presentable, since we were leaving in the middle of the night. I sipped a beer and wondered how this was going to work out. Did the Chinese military, or whomever they had hired, really want to chase us down in the desert in southern California? Seemed dumb, but my brain was remembering spy story plots in which the good guys suffered a lot by assuming the bad guys were only doing smart things.

Marsha got a beer and folded herself into my arms. "Penny for your thoughts."

"Hmm. Number one, I seem to have a girlfriend who is very loving of a guy who doesn't deserve her."

Marsha pulled my hair and hummed.

"Number two, chasing around with you is great fun. I was thinking we could go to an RV place in Indio and pick up something big and used and just head out."

"Better."

"But buying any RV is a giveaway, and Cooper will reel us back in when he wants."

Marsha bit my ear and whispered, "I don't like the idea of being reeled in by Mark."

I picked her up and moved to the sofa. She arranged us so her behind could push into my crotch and relaxed. Her hand took my hand up under her shirt. My fingers cupped luscious flesh. "We get to nap here?"

The lighted clock said one in the morning. We were still together, and both awake. 

I said, "Just on general principles, why don't we get out of here? Maybe find a rest stop on the way to wait for sun?"

"Yes. Hug me for a few minutes more."

I could do more than hug you, I thought. I moved my hand out to the end of her boob and rubbed the tip of it.

"Naughty. No sex right now."

We did the bathroom and collected everything without lights. I even managed to move the roadster with my shoulder and get us going downhill away from the house without starting the engine. The top wasn't up and it was damn cold and very dark. The back way to Julian was full of curves and hills. About four am, we topped a rise and could see its lights in the distance. Part way down the hill toward town, I dropped off the road into a grove of trees and quickly killed the lights and engine.

It was chilly, so I pushed the seat back and Marsha climbed into my lap with a blanket.

We thought we were going to stay alert, but woke with the sun in our eyes. The trees were some farmer's orchard and we were about to be in trouble. In fact, a man and his wife were about twenty yards away walking carefully towards us. Marsha sat up and we waved.

"You kids know where you are?"

"Yes sir, we are trespassing in your orchard. We are very sorry, but we were falling asleep in the night and ducked in here to catch a little shuteye."

The woman said, "Ralph, don't be too hard on them. Better they were in our orchard than wrapped around a tree down the road."

"Well, if they leave carefully and don't tear up things..."

She said to us, to her husband's astonishment, "We go for a sunrise walk in the orchard almost every morning. It's been our life's work for forty years. Why don't you come in and freshen up and have some coffee with us?"

Ralph grunted, turned around, and started back. We climbed out and followed Martha. Marsha held my hand.

The spacious and incredibly clean bathroom was very welcome. In the kitchen, two cups of coffee were ready and a frying pan was out. "How do you like your eggs? These are from our own chickens."

Just as the plates were being served, Ralph appeared and quickly washed up. He looked at us still a little suspiciously. "Darn, Martha, they could be fixing to rob us blind!"

She smiled at her husband and asked, "What is it they are going to take, dear? A scraggly chicken? An ancient pickup? A few apples?"

She turned to us. "I have you figured out. You are from the city, you borrowed that Jeep and you are headed to the park for some time together. Has he asked you to marry him yet?"

Marsha turned and kissed me. "Just two days ago. I haven't even told my folks yet."

Martha laid her hand on Marsha's and pulled mine in too. "That is very sweet. I'm so glad we could help get your day started right. Ralph and I know every inch of Anza-Borrego and if you have a map, we can give you pointers on a few quiet, hidden places."

I went to get the map from the Jeep. When I got back, the older couple had their arms around each other and were telling Marsha a story about how they eloped to the park when they were young and foolish. Martha was saying as I came in, "When we got back, my mother said, 'Well, you've been gone long enough, he's probably knocked you up, so you might as well marry him.' "

She continued, "The funny thing was, I did get pregnant on that trip, but Ralph and my mom were the very best of friends until she passed away ten years ago, bless her."

Marsha looked over their heads at me and smirked.

With one thing and another, and woman bonding, and promises to stick our heads in on the way back, we didn't get to Julian until almost ten. And weren't headed to the park with gear and a large cooler full of food, beer and water, until noon.

Marsha ran her fingers through my hair and said, "Sometimes, fortune smiles on you in strange places."

"We have to do something nice for Martha and Ralph."

"Maybe something for their kitchen," she answered.

Our directions took us south towards Mexico and away from Palm Springs to the north. The road turned to gravel, turned to track, turned to barely visible tire marks and went around a corner into a narrow draw. The spring was where Martha said it would be, and had a generous trickle flowing among the rocks. There were several aged cottonwoods, and out in dry plain before us, yucca and creosote bush and other desert plants.

"I'm going to give the jeep another once over for a beacon. If it is clean, I think the Asians will have a tough time finding us."

An hour later, I hadn't found anything, and Marsha had our little camp set up under a tree. I pumped up the luxury, six inch thick air mattress and spread things out on top. Marsha said, "We are going to make babies on that?"

I got us down on the bed and made threatening motions. "Lady, you got me out here and I may not be able to control myself." I pulled her to me and nibbled at her ear. She rolled on top and flexed her hips into me. "This is nice and bouncy. Good sex in the desert, that's all I've ever wanted!"

She laughed and snuggled. "That story back at my sister's about disappearing sounded so good! Just the two of us against the world, taking the ultimate road trip. Talk about fantasy land."

I rubbed her fine tight behind and asked, "Shall we explore a bit? We need a secret way out if the bad guys find us."

She sat up. "I don't like that kind of talk, but you are right, we should check around."

We circled the camp at a distance of almost a mile and found a high spot with a large rock to take shade under. We were side by side, looking east at hazy waves of desert mountains leading to Arizona. Marsha asked, "Why would they want us?"

"Hard to say. What about hostages to force release of their spy in the gyro group."

"Why not someone senior right there at the office?"

"What if they have some plan to force us to monkey with the files?"

"Possible, but far fetched. As you said before, don't give the bad guys credit for too many smarts."

I kissed her ear and said, "I'm lucky to be on the lam with a brainy woman."

She lay back in my arms. "I'm lucky to have a big tough guy to rely on. Tell me, after we get tired of chasing around in the desert, what then?"

"You are tired of the road trip already? We haven't even had any dope."

"Yes, where do you hide it? A joint would fix me up just fine right now."

"False pretenses. I gave it up a while back. Didn't have the right girl to enjoy it with."

"Sort of amplifies the extremes. I had the best sex of my life, and the worst sex of my life."

"Maybe sometime we can relive the best sex script."

I kissed her and she pulled my hair. "What then." 

"You know, this is right out of the Psych 1 textbook. The alpha male is taking on the world, and his mate wants to know who is taking care of her and the babies."

Her arms were around my neck and the kiss was slow and gentle. "Yes, the babies need a home."

"And the alpha male feels trapped."

"He should feel trapped, after what he did to her." Her tongue was dueling with mine.

I whispered in her ear, which seemed dumb out in the middle of the desert, "Now that this affair is stripped down to just us, I want to be trapped. Maybe we should go back and take things from the top. Settle with Cooper. Decide whether we are staying or leaving the company. Decide when to get married..."

Her head was in the crook of my neck and she was crying. I held her and rocked back and forth. Down in the distance, there was a dust trail from a car. With all the tracks through the desert, a vehicle could be going almost anywhere. It was getting closer to the draw where our truck was.

"We've maybe got company."

I put our binoculars on the vehicle. Some kind of SUV. Black. Turned down the false trail I had made away from the draw into a creek bed. Two guys got out and started scouting. The car reversed course. Marsha asked, "Are we staying here?"

"For the moment. I don't want our things ripped off, but I don't want any rough stuff with Chinese either. I'm going to get the gun out of the bottom of the pack, just in case."

She hopped up, staying in the shadow of the rock. I told myself that the fate of tender moments was to be rudely interrupted. There was a flash of sunlight from below and I warned her, "They've got glasses looking all around, stay down."

Instead of continuing up the draw to where our gear was, the SUV, with men back onboard, continued the way it came. They either figured we had made a complete false lead, or it wasn't the Chinese, or they had found us but were appearing to leave to lure us in from wherever we were.

Marsha said, "We are sitting ducks any way you cut it. What about a cheap anonymous motel in Indio?" And calling Cooper?"

"I like your thinking. We are not Special Ops, and we are not taking on hostiles in the open desert without reinforcements."

She knelt behind me in the sand, and bit my head in various places. "This is releasing your tensions?"

"You are very bitable. Have I told you that before?"

"If you have to bite me, better there than some other places."

We were both depressed about breaking camp without ever having slept in it. I spent some time figuring out how to move the first quarter mile after dark without using lights. I would walk the track with a tiny light pointed down and she would follow in the car. 

The desert sundown was beautiful and romantic. The roadster was hidden in some bushes near the creek and we pretended to be in school and made out, telling each other stories about when we actually did that with other people.

"I was a terrible tease in high school. Finally decided I was going to do it with the guy I grew up with across the street. Felt sorry for him because he had bad skin and studied hard and wanted to go to MIT. His folks were away one weekend and he asked me over for a study date. We studied for an hour and I realized he had already done all the work and was just helping me with mine. Asked him for a drink to help my concentration. His mom liked gimlets, so he made two for us. The sweet lime juice made the gin go down really smooth. I kissed him. He kissed me back and put his hand in my bra. The kiss was terrific. He made me take more of the drink. Kissed me again and unsnapped my bra. By the time he got to my underwear I was all wet and hot and embarrassed. He had lotion and rubbed me and slipped his fingers into me and kissed me again and I had my first orgasm, right there on the sofa in his family room. I didn't resist at all when he led me upstairs and took his clothes off and the rest of mine. His cock was so big and so hard. I was afraid, but he was kind and loving and made more gimlet, and then he just buried himself in me. I couldn't believe I did that, but he was driving in and out and I screamed at him for more and came again."

"What happened after?"

"I told him he had a magic cock and he used it on almost every girl in the class. Speaking of magic cocks, when did yours get used first. In a girl, I mean..." 

"Once a tease always a tease." My hand was under her shirt, working on her nipples. She stuck her tongue in my mouth.

"Tell me."

"My cousin. Three years older. She was a runner, competed for her school. Flat chested and horny as hell. We were at the family lake cottage. She crawled into my bed on the back deck. Said she was cold and put my hands around her and on her tiny tits. Moved one between her legs and told me to rub. Gave me my first french kiss. Got me hard and jacked me off. Made a terrific mess in my sleeping bag and giggled. Took me on a hike the next day and showed me how to fuck a girl standing up."

Marsha's shorts were on the floor and she was riding my cock and whispering dirty things in my ear and telling me she wasn't going out with me any more if I didn't make her come. My hands were still busy under her shirt and she hardly finished saying that when she was shaking and moaning and calling me a nasty crude boy who didn't have any manners. 

We kissed and hugged and said grown up sex was better than being scared all the time in high school.

My new girlfriend was a real pro at driving that restored roadster with the big V8. Nursed it out of the sand and found the unsigned road downhill to the north that took us to Indio. Bought a cheap phone at a drugstore. Found a place with a lot of cell signal out by the freeway and called Cooper. He answered on the first ring.

"What?"

We need to talk."

"Why?"

"Not on the phone."

"Throw that thing away and meet me in front of the Marriott in Palm Springs tomorrow at noon. Rent a different car. With cash." He clicked off.

The bed was hard, but the air conditioner and the shower worked. The room was $75, cash in advance, and it looked like everyone was Hispanic. Miss HR impressed the dark eyed girl across the counter by speaking good Spanish to her. It was nice to get the desert washed off and we lay in the dark, wondering if the bad guys were still tailing us, and fell asleep.

I let Marsha off a block away from a rent-a-wreck place, with her long dress on. She had my big roll of bills in her pocket and a story about having to visit her sick mother in Temecula, and no, her religion didn't allow credit cards.

In ten minutes, she passed me going the other way in a Buick that was bruised and tired. We found a public parking garage and left the roadster there, reluctantly. Hoping joy riding teenagers didn't come by.

Marsha was back to shorts and tee and big dark glasses and floppy hat when we caught sight of Cooper strolling out of the Marriott lobby right at noon. He took one look at us and slid into the back seat.

"They found you out in the desert, didn't they?"

"Yes. What's the deal?"

"My chain of command is pissed. There is serious military intel shit going on."

We waited for more. Silence.

Finally, he said softly, "Our generals don't like their generals that don't keep promises."

"I thought there wasn't any honor among thieves?"

"Yeah. Right. Anyway, you need to stay clear for a while longer. The CEO called your manager and told him you were at the home office on a special Board of Directors assignment that was not to be revealed to anyone."

"Why are they tailing us?"

"I don't know and I'm not shitting you. By the way, you impressed the hell out of my guys out in the canyon. Didn't freak out, fed them and made friends with the dog."

"Marsha has good instincts. Says she will marry me. Don't know why."

"You are one lucky bastard. Take care of her."

"I'm doing my best. What next?"

"How would you like to take a ride on an agency plane to Idaho?"

She grabbed my hand and squeezed, hard. 

"Any special reason for Idaho?"

"You are pretty damn good at this getting lost business, and there's lots of open territory up there. You could find a horse ranch or something."

"We'll need a car with no tracks on it. When do we get to come back?"

He reached in his pocket and handed me a phone. "Keep it charged. Don't call out. I'll check in with you every few days. This project is so high up the ladder, I can't answer your question. But I'd be surprised if our patience lasted more than another two weeks. You didn't hear me say this but my boss says the White House is involved."

He climbed out, saying he liked our wheels and would be in touch about the transportation.

We drove away with Marsha flipping her hair at me and saying, "Trying your best, are you?"

"You have a way of growing on a guy."

"Don't get mushy on me. This is not Shane, it is True Grit, and you haven't taken care of the outlaws yet."

"Just call me John. I better get that gun out and practice. Remind me to show it to the guys that fly us away. I think they are not big on concealed weapons."

"Just when I'm beginning to have a good time with you, reality sets in. Where next?"

"We need to get the roadster back to your sister. I love that machine and don't want it wrecked because of us."

She smiled and giggled at me. "I have a funny idea. Claire's nephew is a complete nut about cars. What if we pay to have him come out here on the train and take the car back some devious route."

"Does he have a girlfriend?"

"She is a ravishing blond and a jock. Don't get any ideas. Andy is black belt."

"Find a public phone and call Claire."

While she was talking to Claire, the phone Mark gave me chirped. "Day after tomorrow, 6 am, Ontario airport general aviation terminal, you are Mr. and Mrs. Jones. Talk to you again soon."

Cooper didn't waste words. Marsha had a smile as she returned. "Tomorrow at 10 am. She thinks it is a terrific idea. David and Sally."

"Cooper called, we are out of here day after tomorrow. From Ontario airport."




The CIA Doublecross Pt. 02



We retrieved the roadster and went back to the motel. The day clerk looked like the other woman's sister, but she had a big belly. Marsha asked, "How soon?"

"Six weeks. Six long weeks. I am ready for this to be over."

I put a hundred dollar bill on the counter, and put another along side it. "Mama, that is for tonight and for clothes for bambino. We have two requests. One, you don't have two gringos staying here. Two, our car needs to be out of sight."

Mama's name was Dolores, and she smiled at our money, and then at us. "Follow me." In some trees behind the motel was a shack that had seen better days. She handed me a key and said, "You will have to move some junk, but it will fit. If you want dinner, my mom will feed you across the way."

My stomach was full of chile relleno, and Marsha was lying next to me, eyes closed but still awake.

"What is a bandit's girlfriend called?"

"Bandido."

"Hmm. Nice being your bandido." She wrapped my hand around her front. 

"We have one day to get ready to be thrown out of a plane in the Idaho wilderness."

"Not while it is still flying, I hope."

"Ever been sky diving?"

"I'd like to, if I can go with you."

"Sometime, but not right now. We are sleeping in, it may be the last time for a while."

Little sister was still at the counter when we showed up to check out. "If your sister is Dolores, you must be Maria."

She looked at me with those dark eyes. "Si. You are the gringo I don't know about."

I put another hundred dollar bill on the counter. "Maria, if you find us two hats that say bandido when people see us in the roadster, this is yours, plus we will take you for a ride."

Maria sat in the middle and directed us around the neighborhood, calling to her friends that cousins had come to town with their fancy restored car. She smashed our old hats down and yelled at us in Spanish. 

When we drove up to the back of the motel in half an hour, she kissed us both, said we could come anytime and she wouldn't know about any gringos.

"How come an idiot like you knew to do such a nice thing?" She was biting my fingertips.

"The mother is scraping by with the restaurant, big sister is trying to run the motel and have a baby too, with the father having disappeared, and she is trying to go to junior college but keeps falling asleep in class because of being up half the night." 

Marsha kissed my ear and said, "You keep growing on me. I guess we have to find an outdoors store?"

We worked our way up to Palm Desert and found a store. The old car with two bandidos inside didn't look that out of place. 

I found two generous backpacks, and two duffels big enough to hold them. Then enough camping stuff and lightweight food to cover us for a week, if necessary. Tarps to deal with rain. A good tent. Well made hiking shoes. Marsha laid in sunscreen, lotion, first aid, and little packages of tissue. A package of single serving instant coffee.

We were squeezing everything into the roadster when the Cooper phone chimed.

"We got the ones following you. That doesn't mean there aren't others. Are you ready for pickup tomorrow?"

"Just finished stocking up. Do you suppose you could lend us some cash? We are trying to leave no traces and cash is running low."

"There will be an envelope for you with the pilot. He will also have info about wheels." Cooper sounded like these were frequent problems.

We just made it to the Amtrak station as the train pulled in. Marsha recognized her cousin right away. The girl was fabulous, as advertised. Marsha rushed up with hugs. I followed with handshakes. The girlfriend, Sally, took my hand and yanked me into a bear hug. "You're the guy who fenced in Marsha! She is famous for going through men."

Marsha frowned and then laughed. "Sally, I'm going to get you for that. What if we have a big fight and call it off?" Her arm was around me and she kissed my face as she said that. 

"David, look at these two. She is worse than I am."

David got his arm around his girl and said, "She keeps turning me down. Says we have to stay in school. Won't ever marry a car mechanic."

We walked over to the stuffed roadster. Marsha squeezed next to me and David took Sally in his lap. She took his hands and put them where she had control. Marsha laughed, "Girl, after we get dumped out, he is taking you the long way home. You came with him knowing that!"

"He is not supposed to feel me up in public." David's fingertips brushed her boobs very lightly. She gave up and kissed him with a lot of tongue.

We drove away, laughing, four bandidos having a good time. The car followed back roads in the direction of Ontario. I had Marsha figure out how to take the bus the last few miles to an airport motel. The roadster might be a known automobile with our names on it by now and it didn't need to be seen at the airport. We stopped to pick up a deli lunch and went to a city park, where more fun was had forcing everything into the backpacks, including the empty duffels. Our luggage was going back to Marsha's sister for safe keeping. With kisses all around, we were indeed dumped out with our backpacks, and then they were gone.

I helped Marsha with her pack. "Oww. I haven't done this since high school."

"Where we are going, honey, it's carry it or die." I laughed, but she didn't.

There are moments when waiting is a drag. The hour wait for the bus seemed like forever. The backpacks were too big to go down the aisle of the bus and the driver was irritated about getting out to open the luggage compartment. But he was nice enough to drop us at a motel on his way into the airport and I slipped him a five. 

I signed us in as Mr. and Mrs. Jones of Lancaster, and paid cash in advance for the room, plus a fifty dollar deposit for extras. The beer in the room cooler was cold and we lay on the big bed and smiled at each other.

She said, "We are truly on the road, Mr. Jones."

"Yes we are, Mrs. Jones." 

After a nap, the room service hamburgers were decent and went down well with another beer.

"I'm going to take a shower. Do you want some playtime before..."

"I always want playtime with you, but with my case of nerves, it won't be much fun."

She laughed and left a trail of clothes on the floor leading to the bathroom. She was just stepping into the shower when I said, "I'll wash your back."

She looked over her shoulder with that sexy look women have. "More than my back needs washing."

I closed my eyes and checked the important parts of my lover. I wasn't a big tit fan, and hers were perfect to my mind, firm and high on her chest, with real nipples, not buttons. I wondered if I could pick her from a crowd of soapy showering women. Then asked myself why I needed other soapy women when I had this one in my arms. This smart, feisty sexy one who said she loved me. My cock had revived and wanted to know why shower sex wouldn't be a good idea. I slid him between her cheeks and rubbed.

"This is part of your no sex pledge?"

She bent easily from the waist and was as slippery inside as outside. "Umm, yes. Like that. I need you."

In a quick minute or so, we came together and stood under the blasting water, shuddering and hugging.

I picked her up and walked us to the bedroom, throwing her into the middle of the bed. She lay back, laughing and pointing at my pink, half erect cock. "I think he needed that."

"I bet you are going to ration sex in that tent."

She pulled me down and used her fists to pound up and down my back. "Yes. We have to be alert for bears. I am not going to get caught by a bear having sex with you!"

I pushed her face down and kneaded the muscles in her back and ass. "These are strong. Are you going to be ok with that pack?"

"Try me."

We set the alarm for four, to give us time to have in room coffee and get everything into the packs and the packs into duffels. The motel shuttle guy was half asleep, but ran us over to general aviation and got a generous tip for the early delivery. The door was locked and the sign said 6 am opening.

We sat on the duffels and in a few minutes saw an unmarked Gulfstream land and taxi our way. The agency people were good at what they did. We stepped through the outside gate and moved toward the plane as it shut down. The stairway lowered and a young pilot stuck his head out and waved.

"Hi, I'm Mac. You are Mr. and Mrs. Jones?"

"That's us."

He took Marsha's duffel and we followed him in. "There's coffee and rolls. We also have a toilet. If there is nothing more here, we will be on our way. Take any seats and use the headphones. There is a short briefing."

The front compartment door hardly shut behind him when the engines were turning up again and we could hear the senior pilot asking for taxi permission.

Mac's voice in the headphones told us to relax and he would have more to say when we were in the air.

By the time we got to the end of the runway, takeoff permission had been granted and the plane was rolling. Marsha held my hand and smiled. 

Ten minutes after takeoff, Mac came and sat with us. "Sam will holler if he needs me. This way I can fill you in quicker."

Smiling, he said, "Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Brian and Carol, you have been married for six months but are just now getting two weeks off for a delayed honeymoon. Here is a little wedding cash from your uncle Mark, who regrets he wasn't at the wedding. Please sign the receipt, he is picky about that."

"We are landing in about two hours at Sandpoint, Idaho. There will be a prepaid Jeep at the airport for you. This weekend, you have a prepaid weekend at the Priest Lake Lodge, about forty miles away. I understand you intend to go camping after that, and will be in contact with home base every so often."

Marsha leaned over and kissed Mac on the cheek. "Mac, you are a real friend. I love your arrangements. Are you sure you can't just let Sam take this thing home and spend the weekend with us in the mountains?" Her voice was pure honey.

"OMG, Carol, I would be in so much trouble..." The ring on his finger was large and shiny.

This time she kissed him on the lips. "I understand. You tell wifey that some slutty girl hit on you, but you pinched her boob and told her to bug off."

Marsha's breast was staring him in the eye and his hand was drawn irresistibly to the part poking out the front of her blouse. "Go ahead, you have to tell her the true story."

He was red in the face but suddenly had a determined grin and his fingers found the nipple and gave it a good pinch.

Marsha screeched and said, "Mac! I'm sorry if I did anything improper. I promise to be a good girl from now on."

Mac stood and tousled her hair. "You are something else, Mrs. Jones. Have a good time in Idaho. For your sake, I hope we don't meet again."

Marsha, I mean Carol, climbed into my lap and laid against me. "That was ok, wasn't it? He is being really nice to us."

"I'm terribly jealous. Kissing random men in airplanes."

"Brian, if we are just getting to the honeymoon now, you must have a lot of back pressure."

"Carol, are you off birth control like I asked you?"

Marsha, not Carol, gave me a wide eyed look and said, "Really? Up here in the woods?"

"I did say I would marry you."

She crawled into my lap and cried gently on my shoulder. I held her tight.

The Jeep was forest green and had a full tank of gas. The envelope from Mark had five grand in it. With the duffels in the back, we caught a glimpse of the Gulfstream disappearing in the sky and wondered what the next cargo was going to be. 

Marsha was behind the wheel, her eyes sparkling as we drove up the mountain road to Priest Lake. 

The directions in the brochure for the Lodge were good and it loomed in timbered glory at the end of a long drive. The college age valet was quick to grab the duffels and say he would look after the car as well. The front desk was cordial and welcomed the honeymoon couple, saying all charges were covered for the weekend. A slender young woman with a nice tight rear led us out the back to a cottage with a great view. She gave us one of the grins newlyweds get, and said to call if we needed anything. There was champagne in a cooler on the credenza.

Marsha flopped on the bed and said, "Not too bad for a couple of bandidos escaping the Asian bad guys."

I motioned to the porch and said, "Honey, look out here."

"We need to assume we are being taped. Could be either side or both."

"I only get sex in the woods?"

"Aren't you an exhibitionist at heart? I think Carol and Brian need to get it on, don't you?"

Her arm came up to swat me, but instead pulled my head down for a scorching kiss.

"Now that you mention it, I've been missing out on a lot of loving."

Back in the room, I made a noise lowering her zipper. In a singsong voice, she said, "I'll just run through the shower."

"Carol, you are all woman. I like you just the way you are."

I slapped her ass as loudly as I could. "Brian! You promised no rough stuff. Especially on our honeymoon."

"That was just a lovetap, you sexy thing you. Get out of that silly underwear your mother bought. Why did you bring it anyway, when you knew you were going to be naked the entire time we are here?"

"Brian, not the whole time! Stop being cruel."

There was another loud slap, and then a terrific groan as my cock sank into her. "Oh no! Please not from the rear. You know I don't like it that way. Oh, you are making me so wet and so hot. God, Brian, I am going to come. Oh, I can't do this, mother would call me a slut." 

Marsha, in fact, was busy having a roaring good orgasm and squeezing my hand and my cock at the same time. She mouthed at me, "Thank you."

"Carol, don't pass out on me. Shit, what are you doing, just lying there?"

We were in a clinch, still shaking. She whispered, "Could we get paid for this?" I kissed her and pinched her boob.

I carried us out on the private veranda and nudged the door closed. Marsha sat in my lap, squeezing and murmuring in my ear. "This does feel like honeymoon loving. What did we decide about getting married?"

My cock was in paradise. I held on tight and hummed.

"Are you being silly?

"I thought honeymoon husbands were always silly. If we want to be very silly, we could get married this weekend, but we can't reveal our identities. I don't think you want to be Brian's wife."

She giggled. "Brian's wife? Not on your life. Guess I will have to be patient. Let's go for a hike. I don't like pretending. Had enough of that before."

Later, we called it our FBI honeymoon. After a nice hour or so on the trail, we were coming back to the lodge when a couple of troopers arrived and asked, "Are you Mr. and Mrs. Jones?"

"Yes. What can we do for you?"

"Sir, we need to ask you and your wife some questions. Please follow us to the lodge."

The green Jeep was out in front. "Sir, is that your vehicle?"

"Well, we rented it. The receipt is in the glovebox."

"Yes, we noticed that. Can you tell me why you didn't use your own credit card?"

"Yes, we won a charity lottery at home and they prepaid all our expenses."

"May I please see your driver's license?"

Things went downhill from there. Nothing checked out and we found ourselves in the back of a state police car riding to the Sandpoint municipal jail. The Jeep had a large package of marijuana hidden in a fender well. The valet spotted it and thought he could earn a reward by turning us in.

After four hours of questions we were unable to answer, the local chief told us we were being booked for possession and would be spending the night. And not in the same cell, either.

Our new cell phones did not have Cooper's number on them, for obvious reasons. We were really hung out to dry. Finally, in exasperation, I told the chief he needed to put me in touch with the local FBI field office.

He looked at me, eyes dark, "Shit, not another one of those witness things! I'm sick and tired of being a dumping ground!"

He brought me back my phone and a number on a piece of paper. I dialed and got a noncomittal answer. "Please listen carefully, you need to contact agent Mark Cooper in Riverside California, or wherever he is right now, and tell him Mr. and Mrs. Jones are in custody in Sandpoint, Idaho on alleged possession charges. A large package of marijuana was found in a vehicle rented by the agency."

"If you have Chief Alexander there, put him on please."

The Chief vented loudly for several minutes and then said, "You are going bond for them?"

"Ok. What about the dope? You guys can't control your own people?" There was a squawk from the phone and the Chief smiled at us.

He clicked off and told us an officer would take us back to the lodge. "I'm sorry about this, but you two could be almost anybody with those crazy credentials."

"Yes, sir. We would tell you the story, but it's major national security stuff."

"For your information, you are the second pair to get in trouble with the law here and have to be bailed out by the agency. When you catch up with your agent Cooper, tell him Chief Alexander in Sandpoint is gunning for him."

"Chief, what about the pot? Is there an underground conduit based in rentals? Tourists going up to Banff and coming back?"

"Mr. Jones, I've got tourists who are crooks, who are dopers, who are agents. Some days in the summer, we just throw up our hands." 

He laughed and said, "Bet you didn't think your first adventure up here was a trip to jail, did you?"

On the way out, I had a sudden thought. "With all this fuss, my wife and I will feel like targets at the lodge. Do you suppose one of your trusted deputies could take us to one of the trailheads that isn't used much? We have gear and stuff for a week's camping, and we are not interested in seeing Cooper if you are going to let us go."

He looked at us for a moment and then shouted down the hall, "Horace! Get up here."

A tall, dark skinned man in uniform loped to us. "Take these two to the lodge to get their gear and then to that hidden trailhead on the other side of the lake that goes to Six Lakes basin."

To us, he said, "The first mile is really steep. Keeps the regular tourists out. But you look sturdy enough. The basin is open forest, and good water. Lakes might be warm enough for swimming. If I need you, Horace can find you in jig time, he is descended from a Nez Perce chief." 

Horace was quiet as could be. Marsha finally asked him, "Is Alexander ok to work for?"

"I was just a reservation kid, sent to school here. Got in trouble, ended up in his jail. He and his wife took me in, made me finish school, helped with university, and gave me a job so I could see my relatives once in a while."

She said, "Wow. That is quite a story." He smiled at her.

I asked, "Sounds like you have a lot of interagency folks around, and some of them pretty confused?"

"Yep. There is public lands, state lands, immigration, customs, DEA, spooks. That's not all. 

"No wonder the Chief was not happy with us."

Horace looked at Marsha. "He has a weakness for pretty women."

She stuck out her tongue at him. "That's sexist."

"Yes. My daughter tells me that all the time. She has boys chasing her but they don't get very far. She is on the track team. Made me promise to show her how Indians follow animals and people."

As we were picking up our packs at the trailhead, Marsha went over and gave Horace a warm kiss on the lips. "Tell your daughter a woman said today you were sexy and kissed you!"

Horace was still standing there gazing at her as we went out of view in the trees.

"Making out with Indians. What is next?" 

Six Lakes basin was rocky and beautiful. There were people camping at the lowest lake and we kept heading upward. Off to the east side was a small tarn nestled in a cirque with five hundred foot cliffs. Access was through an open boulder field. No one could get close to us without being seen. At least in daylight. There was a grove of trees near the water's edge, and a fire ring that didn't look like it had been used recently.




The CIA Doublecross Pt. 02



Marsha propped her pack against a tree and said, "Not bad. Not half bad."

We found a patch of dry grass in the sun and shared a beer. I asked, "If we were actually on a honeymoon, would this be an ok spot?"

Her response was a hot and hotter kiss that went on for a long time. "Yes, I think so. Lots of water to wash you out of me." She laughed and applied her lips again.

"Since my shrink got things straightened out, we have been living as man and wife. Are we ever going to put a marriage certificate behind that?"

I put my head back and gazed at the puffy clouds overhead. I reached for her hand and said, "The idea that everyone needs a piece of paper to feel married is pretty recent. I'll do a piece of paper with you in a quick second, but it isn't going to change how I feel."

She scrunched around and put her head on my stomach. "Underneath all that nerd, you are a romantic, Scott. You are growing on me."

"Which guy do you want? The one who breaks into computers? The one who drags you to mountain lakes? The one who chases bad guys away?"

She waved my arm around in the air and let it drop on her right breast. "Can I choose more than one? What about all of them? A girl likes choices."

"Greedy, are you? Let's put up the tent before it cools off. And we might take a stroll to check the surroundings."

As we were matching up fiberglass wands with the panels in the tent, she said, "You're assuming the FBI protection has holes in it?"

"Hard to say, isn't it? The only people we've talked to so far that have a clue are the Chief and Horace.

"So we assume there are smart bad guys still after us?"

"There is maybe a one percent chance of that, but we don't want to find out we guessed wrong, do we?"

The hike was fun. Mossy animal trails, little clumps of mountain heather, better and better views as we climbed. I sat on a granite boulder with her between my legs, catching our breath. She had my hands on her boobs again. I liked that.

She said, "What if we fix up that campsite, make a fire that sends up a nice spiral of smoke as we eat. And when it is dark enough, dress in heavy clothes, take our bags, and find a spot up here where we have the whole place under our eyeballs?"

"That would be a very smart move. If they want us, they are probably in a hurry, and pissed off that the cops took us away from the lodge." 

"They might take chances, like coming up the trail without night vision glasses and red lights."

"Marsha, if you don't stop that smart thinking, Cooper is going to kidnap you for his team."

"Never. I'm on the Scott team."

I kissed the back of her neck. "We just have the one pair of night glasses?"

"We can take turns. One of us is going to stand watch, anyway. Your pussy ration is suspended for the duration."

"Damn, we better get this over with."

She stuck a hard elbow in my ribs. "Yes."

I was stiff and freezing when she nudged me in dim twilight. "Something moving at camp."

She had taken the watch at 3 am and was as cold as I was, even with a bag over her. She handed me the binoculars.

Two shapes moving in the trees at our campsite. We couldn't hear anything, but they were undoubtedly swearing.

"Sweep the area, they might be smart enough to have brought others to block an escape."

I saw the flame before Marsha did, "Shit. They're burning our stuff. Going to force us out."

We looked at each other, grim with the knowledge that we should have taken food and bivouac gear with us. Good guys make mistakes too.

In my pack was one water bottle, a fistful of energy bars, and my revolver. Not much to get us out of a bind.

A quiet voice to my rear, said, "Don't move, I've got you covered."

It was Horace. Still looking at the camp, I asked, "You are seeing what we are seeing?"

"Yes. You aren't totally helpless in the wilderness. Keep your heads down and don't let them see the sun reflect on your glasses."

I said to Marsha, "Honey, I think we better follow directions. That darn Indian has done it again."

"Maybe he is a better bet for me than you are?"

"You are one fine lady, but if I take you home, my wife will have her skinning knife out."

"Oops, guess I better behave."

"Horace, what is the next move?"

"Chief has a posse moving up on them. Damn fools landed at the airport yesterday and threw their weight around at the rental counter. Their vehicle has a GPS bug on it, courtesy of the Sheriff's Department. Not sure how they knew to come looking up here so fast. They got something planted on you?"

I was thinking about that when a sudden volley of gunfire erupted down at the camp. After a few seconds, one guy came into the open with his hands up. Six men came out of the far trees and approached.

Horace said, "We better head down and see what's left." We worked our way through the talus, with Marsha's fists on me whenever she could land a blow. Horace noticed. "You mad at him?"

"No, he and I have a thing for each other. I have to keep reminding him." She laughed and poked at Horace too.

He said, "You're pretty feisty. I bet you would get along with my Ellie."

Chief Ben Alexander was there, himself. His sidearm holster was unfastened and he was questioning a manacled prisoner in black clothing. He gestured, "Won't talk. No ID or anything on him. Prints will probably draw a blank too. Who do you suppose wants him more, FBI or CIA?"

He drew us off to the side and asked, "Give me a hint or two what's going on."

I decided to give him the lowest level info I could. "Chief, Marsha and I only have bits and pieces. Something about stolen missile parts. Might be a covert military op. We ID'd a couple of people at the engineering company Marsha works for and picked up a tail. FBI decided to get us out of the way. Didn't work very well, did it? Sorry for all the trouble we have caused."

Horace came up and I said, "About that bug business. The only place something could have been planted on our stuff was at the lodge. You don't suppose that valet kid who sold us out to you was taking money from these guys too?"

The Chief laughed. "Yes, we do suppose. My deputies call him the stupidest crook in town."

He went on, "Horace, what are chances these two lovebirds could use that guest cottage of yours for a few days. The department will pick up the tab. Maybe you could take them directly there so no one in town sees them. I have a feeling we are about to have high level company from the national security folks."

Horace's wife Eleanor was tall and lean like he was. I'd never seen as beautiful a Native American woman. Her handshake was firm and she hugged Marsha right away. A teenage lookalike came out on the porch and was introduced as Meg. 

I said, "Your dad ratted you out, Meg. He said you are smart and tough and don't let the boys pull any moves on you."

"Daad! You're not supposed to talk about me to strangers."

He wrapped his arm around her and said, "These are two really nice young people who need help. You could earn some pocket money if you were willing to find clothes for them in town. A bunch of nasties burned their camp last night. What they are wearing is all they have left, and it isn't much."

I gave Meg four hundred dollar bills and told her to buy something nice for herself while she was at it. Her mom led us to the cottage out back, which was immaculate. She laughed and said, "You have to get naked and you have to get clean. Give me all of those filthy clothes and use the shower in there. I'll bring you sandwiches and beer while you are in the bathroom. You can climb in that bed and do what young naked couples do. After a while, Meg will bring you something to wear." She had a big smile on her face.

After she was clean and in the bed, Marsha wanted a lot of skin contact. I handed her a beer and a sandwich. She sat up against the headboard, which gave me a bare chest to look at. "Perv."

"Darn right." My hand made a move in her direction, and an arm went up. "Later. I'm starved. Fine trip leader you are. Seems as though the only thing that has happened since I took up with you is bad guys and guns."

I drawled slowly, "the only thing..."

There was a knock at the door and Marsha called, "Come in."

Meg had several bags in her hands. "Oops, I better just leave these."

Marsha said, "Sit and talk to us. We need company. Did your dad tell you anything about this morning?

"He said he had never seen two greenhorns with the smarts and the good luck of you two. I'll be right back."

She came back with a beer and a sandwich for herself. She reached into a bag and pulled something from the bottom. It was a nice looking bra in black fabric that she tossed in Marsha's direction.

"You really look good without that, but he'll get rambunctious staring at your tits like he is."

The two women laughed at me as Marsha slipped it on. The fit was good. The tits were still worth staring at. 

Meg looked at me and said, "He's cute. My boyfriend is a football player. He has a scholarship offer to Boise State and is going places. Mom and Dad threaten to chain me in my room because they are afraid I will get knocked up."

She gave us a sultry look that would fully justify chains. Marsha elbowed me, "She is taken, and so are you!"

I looked forlornly at Meg, "Come over here and save me. I am a helpless victim."

To Marsha's and my surprise, Meg locked the door and lost her clothes on the way to the bed. I lifted the sheet, and suddenly we had an incredible brown body in there with us, applying kisses wherever she could.

"I was going crazy over there, watching the two of you and wishing I could get treated like she is."

Marsha's lips were fastened on stiff pink nipples standing up from the beautifully rounded breasts. Meg's hand was guiding mine between her legs. "Rub."

Her strong lean body writhed under our attack. "OMG, you are destroying me. Please don't stop, I am going to come."

I stuffed my tongue in her mouth to smother the scream as her orgasm hit. When calm was restored, she said, "I am so glad I crawled in with you. This is a real threesome, isn't it? I am having fun."

Marsha took a grip on the dark hair, "You are hotter than a pistol, and you are not getting fucked in this bed with us. Come see us when you are out of school."

"I kind of knew you would say that. Don't want to get in trouble with my mom."

Meg kept up a steady stream of conversation as she wiggled around on us. I thought she was trying to get us into screwing so she could watch, and was ready to perform when she made a quick move and slid herself fully onto me. Marsha didn't even know what happened until Meg kissed me and said, "Scott, this is really the best ever. I hope Marsha doesn't kill me." She lay her head on my chest and squeezed me powerfully.

My fiancee swept the sheet aside, "You are a total tramp. The most gorgeous tramp I have ever seen." She leaned down and took a good bite of one cheek, then began a tattoo beat, alternating from one globe to the other. Meg wailed and shook and had a great come on me. I wondered if the football player had discovered his girlfriend liked it on the rough side. To protect that tough brown rear, I flipped us over and gave her my best Marsha treatment. She hollered and shouted, "Come in me, I'm safe."

With a quick look at Marsha, I gave my own great yowl and blasted into our nymph.

When we looked up, there was Ellie, door key in hand. "I knew she would be trouble. She takes after her mom. Once that darn football player popped her cherry, there is nothing Horace and I can do to keep her away from sex."

She unbuttoned her dress and it dropped to the floor, revealing another fantastic brown body.

A moment later, Meg was being dragged violently out of our bed and into the shower, where a series of loud swats were accompanied by wails of pain. "They didn't mind. He said I was beautiful. Ouch! That hurts."

A few minutes later, they returned, wrapped in towels. I made room and now there were four bodies in the bed. Ellie said, "Ace is going to be angry he missed this fun." She took a long drag on Meg's bottle.

She pushed Meg in between herself and Marsha and did the stern mother routine with a big smile on her face. Then hopped out to get more towels and the lotion bottle. Meg found herself stretched across three laps, with six hands applying lotion. Ellie was at the head end, working on drying and brushing her daughter's hair. Marsha and I dug our fingers in hard, loosening muscles and tendons.

Ellie said, "I had a thought you might be interested in. This bundle of trouble wants to go to Boise State because you know who is going to be there. I think the Chief and the FBI would just as soon have the two of you out of here fast. What if we take our car, and the four of us drive to Boise tomorrow? You can find a commercial flight or whatever, and this one can try to convince me to let her attend Boise State."

Meg tried to say something, but Ellie batted her head down and said, "Quiet, young one, you don't have a vote in this discussion."

The body was voting anyway, jumping and kicking and squirming under our hands.

Marsha was smiling at me, and running her fingers up and down the ticklish side of the sexpot lying across her thighs. Meg got loose and attacked her mother, pulling down the sheet, driving a knee up between her legs, and taking a good bite of boob. "Mom, I'm going to die if you come up with any more great ideas!"

Marsha climbed out and motioned to me to hold Meg while she talked to Ellie on the front porch.

Meg was wiggling under my hands, liking my poking and prodding. "You don't need an extra girlfriend, do you?"

"Margaret Youngblood, you are one hot piece of ass. I haven't had this much fun in an age. And I've never been hit on by such a pretty girl. I want you to promise me something."

My hands were still working her limbs and she slowly said, What?"

"Every night, when you go to sleep, I want you to repeat to yourself, "I am smart, I am talented, I am going to finish school and make my folks proud of me."

"No keg parties with football players?"

"Absolutely not."

"No joining the cheerleaders and showing my panties to thirty thousand fans?"

"Horace and I will take turns beating that fine butt of yours."

She climbed into my arms. "You are a good guy. You better take care of Marsha or I will do some beating of my own."

Ellie and Marsha were back and plucked Meg from me. "We need to talk to Meg. Get dressed and get lost for a little while."

I was nursing another beer on the front porch of the main house when Horace drove up. He looked a little tense. "Sit and let me get you a beer. Ellie has things figured out."

He said, "Scott, you don't know how much firepower you have brought down on us. I've never seen anything like it. If Ben hadn't told the whole bunch of them you were in protective custody at an undisclosed location because of suspected terrorist attack, I hesitate to think what they would be trying on you."

"Horace, I'm beginning to admire the way you and Ben do business. Admire a lot. The girls are in the cottage. They sent me here. Ellie says she is secretly spiriting us away tomorrow to Boise."

He rocked back and forth, taking drags on the icy beer. "Well, I'll be. That damn woman guesses where I'm headed more than half the time."

After a while, he said, "We don't advertise it, even to friends, but she is fully deputized, and is a black belt. And I've seen her take down a deer at more than a hundred yards without a scope. That's one reason Margaret is after me about wilderness training. Wants to be as good as her mother."

I looked at him. "Marsha and I are hellishly impressed and in your debt."

Three bodies came around the corner to interrupt our conversation. Ellie wore the same dress she had on before. The other two were quite a sight.

"Scott, I'd like you to meet my twin daughters. This one here is Margaret, and that one there is Marsha. They give me no end of trouble, but are good girls."

The newly christened twins had matching cowgirl outfits on. The makeover was remarkable. A family resemblance had been worked into their faces, and they were busy imitating each other's walk and talk.

Horace said, "I'll be damned, look at that."

Marsha said, in a fine imitation of Meg, "Dad, about that trip. If you agree, Mom says she can break loose and come along tomorrow. And Scott says he can drive and look out for us because he has business in Boise."

Horace had his cell out. "Chief, we need you out here for a new situation that has developed. We'll provide dinner. Be better if you didn't tell anyone where you are headed."

Horace smiled and asked, "Ellie, with two pretty helpers, think you can work up a little dinner for the Chief and the rest of us?"

"Horace, are you fixin' to do a little number on the Chief?" Ellie had a big smile.

"Well, after he calms down, he will realize we are removing a big thorn in his side."

He turned to the twins. "When the Chief comes steaming up here in a few minutes, I want you inside. Scott and I will walk out to his car with a beer. I want you to come out on the porch, looking just like that and pretend to have curious looks about who this stranger is. Don't say a word, just look at him."

Sure enough, the Chief's patrol SUV came up the drive in a hurry in about twenty minutes. I handed Horace a fresh beer and we strolled out to the vehicle. Ben was climbing down, clicking off from a call and looking harassed. "What's up Horace, to get me out in a hurry at the end of the day?"

"Chief, catch your breath and have some of this."

Not long after, the two women walked out on the porch and looked at us. The Chief took them in casually, and then more intently. "Is that Meg looking so fine? Is that a new friend? The two of them could be twins."

"Chief, I'm glad to hear you say that. Come meet Meg's new friend."

Three guys with beers sauntered toward the porch. Ben was only five feet away when he said, "Holy shit, what have you done to Carol?"

The women rushed the Chief, applying lots of kisses.

Meg said, "Chief, this is my new best friend, Marsha. We are going to Boise together tomorrow."

Horace pushed the Chief into the old fashioned rocker, and we all sat down.

Ben looked at Horace, "You are removing witnesses from a crime scene?"

"Chief, it is a clear cut case of terrorism, and the potential victims must receive our best efforts to protect them."

The Chief closed his eyes and took another long drink of beer. "Just might work."

He looked at all of us and said, "Coroner has to make a report on the dead guys. I've scheduled a press conference with him at 11 tomorrow. Think you can be a good distance from here by then?"

It was agreed that Marsha and I would not discuss what we were going to do after getting to Boise, giving our hosts total deniability on our whereabouts. Ellie said there would be coffee at 4 am and we turned in after shaking Ben's hand and thanking him again for dealing with all the agencies that were looking for us.

Before five, we were on the road. Horace and Ben had decided the trip would be made in an official SUV, with Ellie in uniform. Horace said, "Scott, this thing is the best we've got to evade pursuit."

She sat beside me in the passenger seat, being very watchful. There was a gunbelt around her waist, and a semi-automatic rifle on the floor. Two runaway teenagers were in the back, faces shielded by their hair, looking unhappy. They practiced escape scenarios on us.

"Please, Miss Ellie, don't make us go home. Pa will tan our behinds, like he did the last time."

Ellie's voice was hard, with an edge to it. "I'm only going to say this once, so listen up. You are underage. You don't get to make decisions yet. My job is to deliver you to the juvenile authorities in Boise. They know a lot about family abuse. You probably are going to foster homes. My advice, as a mother and not a law officer, is to keep your mouth shut and head down. You've got less than a year before you turn eighteen and are on your own."




The CIA Doublecross Pt. 02



There was silence until Marsha's hand crept to the front and pressed Ellie's. "You've had to do this for real, haven't you?"

Ellie said, in soft voice, "Not the best part of my job."

The delinquents got into a fierce wrestle to let off some tension. Ellie and I smiled at each other. We were headed down 95 past Coeur d'Alene and the Nez Perce reservation, then 55 near McCall and onward to Boise. Ellie told us stories about her grandparents and other relatives who lived on the reservation in the old days. Traffic was so light that an effort to follow would have been spotted immediately. Ellie and I agreed that an attempt to stop us would require a roadblock, or a vehicle poised to enter from a side road as we approached. The odds seemed low, but no one relaxed.

When we were an hour out, Ellie called the university admissions office to confirm the appointment she had made yesterday. To her surprise, she was informed that the Dean of Admissions wished to conduct the interview over lunch and would we please arrive at 11:30. Also, any guests would be very welcome as well.

I said, "Marsha, maybe we should go back to school. Get our Masters degrees, and live near the Youngbloods in Sandpoint."

Meg was kissing Marsha in the back seat, saying, "Yes, yes, yes."

Ellie looked at me and crinkled her eyes, "You sure you want to be seen with a couple of Indians?"

"Mom, that is racist! Mind your mouth!"

I was driving with one hand and bringing hers to my mouth, licking the fingertips. "Yeah, Mom, that's racist."

Marsha added, "If we were back at the guesthouse, she would suffer."

I glanced up and saw something in Ellie's eyes. Two dark pools that were thinking.

With three navigators and one driver, we found a parking garage near the Administration building and walked out into bright sunshine. It was a little after eleven and we could take a roundabout route through a campus with many new buildings. Boise State was up and coming, it seemed.

Dean Greg Saunders was tanned and outdoors looking. He looked at the twins and I could see wheels turning, trying to guess which was which, before he extended his hand to Meg. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Youngblood. This must be your sister?" 

Ellie answered, "A cousin. This is Marsha Wilson and he is Scott Thurston."

As we walked to the dining room, Saunders said, "There is a special guest joining us today. I believe he is already in the dining room."

As the hostess was guiding us to a table, I got an urgent poke in the ribs from Marsha, who gestured ahead. Rising from our table, with a big smile, was Mark Cooper. My jaw must have been falling through the floor, because he laughed openly and told the Dean that he happened to be acquainted with the Youngblood guests.

His gaze lingered on Ellie and Meg as he shook their hands, and I could see him measuring what he was looking at against what his deputies had told him of the fight in Sandpoint.

Saunders said, "Mr. Cooper is a distinguished alumnus and head of our development committee. Much of what you see around you is due to his hard work."

(cont'd in Part 3 - A Future in Idaho)