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

	Forensics didn't take too long to arrive. The black van
with agency insignia backed down the boat launch between the
buildings. It stopped and its back door opened. The agency's
coroner herself stepped out. I had only seen her once before,
in passing. She was taller than I and fairly thin, wearing a
black plastic protective suit. Even one of those suits couldn't
hide her finer, physical, qualities.
	"I didn't expect this to rate your appearance, Ms.
Babylon."
	She looked me over as she put on a pair of sunglasses.
I figured her eyes weren't too used to anything but the low
lights in the forensics lab. I'd heard she didn't have much 
time for anything but work. She was really into dragging secrets
out of the dead.
	"You've stated for the record that the deceased is
apparently a political figure. I'm here to make sure that this
is handled correctly. If you will kindly move out of the way
we can initiate our part of the investigation."
	She walked by me like I wasn't there. As she did so I
could have sworn the temperature dropped a few degrees. She'd
make a great bartender. She wouldn't need to use any ice.
	I thanked the harbor authority men and told them we
probably wouldn't need the dredge any more. I walked back to
my car and connected up to its portable data terminal. I
keyed in a request to pick up Johnny Smoke and Carter Evans,
the two men Chelsea had fingered as the one's who dumped the
body. I transmitted the contents of Chelsea's tape recorded
testimony and appended it to my on-site report. I picked up
the phone and dialed my apartment.
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	"Is this really your place?"
	We'd finally managed to climb to the fourteenth floor
and had just entered my apartment. She was looking around with
wide eyes. I guess I couldn't expect much else from a street
kid.
	"Yes it is. I don't make a lot of money but it used to
be my parents. I don't have a problem with the way they decorated
it so I didn't have to buy anything new."
	She saw my black leather couch and almost flew over to
it. She flopped down on it and rubbed against the leather;
running her hands all over it.
	"Hey, watch it, you're not exactly clean. Go take a
shower and put on one of my bathrobes."
	Chelsea got up and followed my pointing finger to the
bathroom. I heard the door close and the shower start. I went
into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink; a rum and coke. I
can't stand wine or beer or hard liquor, a rum and coke is
simple and honest and drinkable. 
	I began to think about her body again. Just the thought
of her enflamed me and she was nothing but a street kid; a
girl of seventeen or eighteen. I finished my drink and walked
over to the bathroom door. I took off all my clothes. We'd
just had sex on the stairs but I was hard again. I opened the
door and walked in.
	"Hey! What are you doing in here. Can't a girl take a
shower in peace?"
	I opened the shower door. She had a pouting look on her
face and soap on her body. I stepped in and shut the door behind
me.
	"I thought you might want some help. Besides, I've got
this raging hard on again."
	I began washing the soap off of her. She took the soap
into her hands and started coating me with it. It felt good to
feel her small hands against my flesh, cleaning my skin. She
got to my cock and stopped.
	"I'm going to have to clean this a special way."
	Chelsea put both hands on my ass and took me into her
mouth. As she sucked on me, she pulled my ass cheeks apart and
slipped a soap slicked finger inside me. I had to hold onto
the shower door as my legs got weak.
	"That's a good girl. Oh yeah... yeah..."
	She stopped short of making me cum. She stood up and
looked into my eyes.
	"I want you to cum in my pussy. You haven't done that
yet and I want you to. Fill me up."
	I steadied myself and picked her up. She wrapped her
legs around me and put one arm around my neck. With her unused
hand Chelsea guided my cock inside her.
	She ground herself against me; mashing her clit. Her
head was thrown back, her wet hair hanging down. With one hand
around her waist I used the other to pull her head down using
her hair. I nibbled from her neck to one breast; pulling on
the nipple with my teeth.
	"Ohhhh... Yes, bite me and pull my hair... Ohh... Yes..."
	She sounded serious so I pulled her hair more and bit
down harder. Little spasms went through her. She started bucking
her hips back and forth, back and forth.
	I moved forward a step and pressed her against the wall.
I drove back and forth inside of her and kissed her mouth. She
slipped her tongue into my mouth and I bit it, drawing blood.
	I wanted to slow down so it would last a little longer
but my body wouldn't agree. My thrusts became more urgent. They
became harder, faster. Chelsea started to shudder and it set
me off. I came in her pussy, not much cum but still I came. We
stopped moving and she lowered herself down.
	"I've got to leave you here and find that body. I'm
going to go down to the channel and have it dredged. Don't
answer the phone or the door and don't leave."
	I got out of the shower and toweled down. I left the
bathroom for some fresh clothes as I thought about the chances
of finding what I sought.
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