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Copyright Nov. 1991 by Frank T. Gilson
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				"Alas, Eschiatos"
				     Part II
			       by Frank T. Gilson

	The dredge whirred and slowly moved forward, water and
fine muck shooting out the back. They usually put a tube on it
to carry the stuff away, but we didn't need that now.
	Meter after meter it crept along, searching for that
body. It had to be there. Any moment now and it would be found.
	The dredge operator stopped his equipment's movement
and signalled that something had gotten trapped up against the
machine's screen.
				   * * *
	"The body was dumped into the channel that runs behind
Bringham street. Two men I saw before backed their van down
the boat launch there and dumped it in. It was weighted down."
	She wasn't looking too happy. I put a hand on her
back and used my other one to brush some hair out of her eyes.
She smiled.
	"Tell me who was doing the dumping, and who the stiff
was."
	She reluctantly started speaking again.
	"Two local guys, Johnny Smoke and Carter Evans, did it.
I barely saw the face on the body. It looked like our ward boss."
	I wondered who had hired them to do it. Had they 
participated in the actual killing? Was he dead before hitting
the water? One thing was certain, if not, then he was dead
quite soon after.
	I brought up the room's terminal and punched in data
requests for any records on those two men. Where I had met her
was near the channel. That was Ward Fifteen. I punched in
a request for information on the ward boss.
	"For the record I need you to give me your name."
	We'd fucked and I didn't even know her name. This was
as good a way as any to find it out. She got scared and clammed
up.
	"I can't do anything about this unless I have a record
of clear evidence. That record needs to be substantiated by
your name. I've said I'll protect you and that this is all
confidential."
	The printouts I had asked for started coming up. I
tore them from the slot and took a look.
	"My name... My name is Chelsea Brown."
	I turned off the tape recorder and put it away. The
two men had minor criminal records, they were simple thugs.
The name of the ward boss was Eschiatos Abel. He had recently
squelched rumors of scandal and misappropriation of funds.
	I looked at the face that now had a name. I looked at
Chelsea Brown. I held her in my arms. I kissed her cheek.
	"Everything will be alright now. I'll find the body
and have those two guys picked up for questioning. Let me
take you to my apartment."
	She got up out of her chair. I folded up the printouts
and put them in the pocket with the tape recorder. I went and
opened the door. She followed me out. We went to my desk where
I keyed out of the conference room. I began to think about
the situation; about the potential involvements of other political
figures. I decided to pursue things semi-privately until I had
something solid.
	We walked to the elevator and took it down to the
parking facility and got into my car. I started it up and
drove us out into the smog induced perpetual twilight.
				   * * *
	The harbor authority man signaled to the dredge
operator to close up the dredge and rotate the screen assembly
to face upwards. As it did so I thought about Chelsea. Why
was I thinking about her? She wasn't in front of me. 'Out of
sight, out of mind' failed with her. Why?
	The screen portion of the dredge was facing up. Both
of us walked over to the side of the channel for a look. It
was there. In all its glory it was there. The naked body of
Eschiatos Abel saw the sun once more. Eaten away in places
by chemical waste, at least it was fairly intact. It was
intact enough to stand as proof of criminal action. I got out
my portable phone and called the Agency to file an on-site
report and request a forensics team.
				   * * *
	My apartment was in a pretty good part of town. I'd
taken over the lease from my parents when they'd retired. The
owners of the building had recently renovated it and raised
rents. They wanted a better class of clientele. It was pitched
as a haven for upwardly mobile, young, single types. I surprised
them by being able to keep paying. In their eyes I was scum. At 
the very least, I was single scum.
	I parked and got out of the car, then let her out. I
walked us around to the back entrance. I didn't want much
attention. We took the stairs. I was only on the fourteenth floor
and everyone else usually used one of the elevators.
	I looked back at her as she climbed. She was starting
to sweat. I guess she didn't do a lot of stair climbing. She
took off my suit jacket and unbuttoned hers. This gave me a
view of her cleavage as sweat slowly trickled down it. I
stopped and turned around.
	"Why did you stop? We're not at the next floor yet."
	I went down a step, the one just above hers, and put
my hands on her shoulders, grasping her jacket.
	"We still have seven floors to go."
	I lifted the jacket up and back, revealing her breasts.
I put my hands on them. My thumbs worked her nipples, my fingers
kneeded her breasts.
	"Not here... Ohh... What... What if someone sees us?"
	I sat down on the step and pulled her into my lap,
replacing my hands with my mouth. I licked a nipple, then spoke.
	"I don't fucking care if someone sees us. I want to
fuck you, so I'm going to."
	I had my hands on her hips. I told her to stand up.
She did and I removed her pants, pulling them down and off
as she lifted each foot. With my hands back on her hips I
kissed her pussy. I used my lips like teeth to pull on her
clit. I licked my tongue deep into her.
	"Ohhhhhhh... I don't think I can keep standing!"
	I put an arm around behind her and leaned her back,
most of her weight now resting on it. My other hand I brought
around to help with her cunt. As I sucked and blew on her
clit I put three fingers in her and moved them around, not
in and out, but a circular motion. She started to shake.
	"Ohhh... Mmmmm... Gonna... Gonna cum... Yeah..."
	She did cum, gushing. I sucked up every drop I could,
some dripping down and off my chin. I kept supporting her
as I pulled off my pants and shorts with one hand.
	"Sit down, take me into your pussy."
	I helped her down and guided myself into her. Again
I felt peace as her moist velvet surrounded me. I put
both hands under her shoulders to help her move up and down.
My mouth worked her breasts, alternately sucking and nibbling
one nipple, then the other.
	"When... When you're in me I... I feel so safe"
	I wasn't one to fall for comments like that. Other's
actions influence me, not words. But I didn't fault her for
it.
	I slowly stood up. She wrapped her legs around me
and moved back and forth. I put her against the wall, partly
resting on the railing, and drove in and out of her. I
covered her mouth with mine and sought her tongue with mine.
She eagerly answered, meeting me in her mouth. Her small
hands grasped the folds of my coat.
	I moved a hand down to cup her ass. I slid a
finger into the crack there and into her asshole. She exploded.
She bucked and shuddered and came. I kept thrusting, pulling
back and thrusting. Her head pulled back from mine and
she gasped for breath, eyes closed.
	"Ohh yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard... Ohhh... Yes"
	I was close to cumming, but I didn't want to yet.
I slowed and stopped. She opened her eyes. I gazed directly
into them. I brushed her hair back from her sweaty brow
and kissed her there. I pulled out of her and lowered her
to her knees.
	"I want to cum in your mouth. I want you to suck on
me and swallow my cum."
	She took the base of my cock in one hand, cupping my
balls with the other. She started by kissing the head of me,
then slipping it into her mouth, giving it a bath in her
saliva, using her tongue.
	"That's right. That's good."
	Then she took more of me in, bobbing her head back
and forth, giving me short pulls on my cock with her hand while
gently tugging my scrotum. She'd done this before. I could
tell. I was going to cum. She slowed down, stopped playing
with my balls, and stopped pulling me. She was going to
prolong this.
	She slipped me out of her mouth and kissed her way
down me, still holding on with one hand. She took my balls
into her mouth and slowly sucked on them. She soon let them
go and kissed and bit the ridge of flesh behind my scrotum.
She pulled her head back and again confronted my prick. With
one gulp she took almost all of me into her mouth as she
slid a finger up my ass. That was it. I couldn't take it any
more. I was done. It was over. I came.
	As my cum flowed into her mouth she pumped me with
her hand and sucked, drawing out every drop, swallowing every
mouthfull. I felt drained and leaned against the railing.
	"That was so good, Chelsea. I'm going to enjoy protecting
you very much."
	I stepped back and pulled up my pants, picked hers up,
and threw them to her.
	"Let's go. Seven more flights of stairs left."
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