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   Archaic

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   The thing about revolutions is that they never work on a schedule.  One
minute everybody is happily mucking along behind their oxen in abject
poverty, the next minute it's all pitchforks and torches.  Well in this
case it was Kalashnikovs and rocket launchers, but the sentiment was the
same.  The small island nation had finally succumbed to the pressures of
extremism, poverty, and really muggy weather to raise up in arms and depose
the dime store tyrant de jour.

   Nate's problem was that the locals didn't take too kindly to rich (?)
American businessmen they guessed were collaborating with their tormentors.
Nate had bribed, cajoled, and begged his way onto a Malaysian cargo
freighter after the rioters had made the airport a really bad option.  His
satellite phone was with the rest of his gear in the trunk of a burned out
cab somewhere on the other side of town.  As a consultant, he was unlikely
to be rescued by the oil company he had been working for, so he had made
his own way.

   Nate flicked the butt of his last cigar over the railing of the
freighter into the bay while he watched the fires burn at several points
around the city.  The smell of burning tires choked the air and gunshots
could be heard in the distance.  Nate had seen it all too many times
before. He had started his own consulting business after he gotten out of
the army.  His engineering degree and intelligence training gave him a
solid background to offer companies wanting to start business ventures on
the wild side of the global economy.  His resourcefulness had rewarded him
well enough to settle down and work from some office if he'd wanted, but he
liked the pace of field work too much to settle down just yet.  He was not
so fond of being shot at by angry mobs though.  This time had been a little
hairy.

   As he watched the show, a black SUV pulled up on the dock below.  The
driver hustled two hooded figures past the two burly Malaysian mariners
that guarded the gangway.  The driver met with one of the ships officers
and money obviously changed hands.  Nate guessed it was probably a couple
of tourists with connections to some embassy.  Good for them, he thought,
hopefully they speak English.  The native language on the Island was
Spanish which was fine with Nate, but his Malaysian was limited to about
three sentences.

   The two figures, which were obviously females, were led to the cabins.
Nate could only recall one other empty room besides his.  His curiosity
finally got the better of him and he ventured below.  Besides he might
catch a stray bullet if he stayed up here.

   Nate went to his small cabin and drew a bucket of water to clean up, as
he'd yet to find the showers.  As he undressed he looked at himself in the
mirror.  It could have been worse.  He was still relatively fit for his
mid-thirties though certainly not in the shape he was in during the war
when he had run intelligence operations in the mountains of Afghanistan
with the Spec-Ops and Northern alliance.  The shoulders were still broad
but he was a little softer from all of the road food.  His legs and
shoulders bore scars from various accidents, combat wounds, and dumb ass
stunts from his youth.  His dark hair was prematurely grey at the sides and
cut short in the style of a traveler, and he was about three days past due
for a shave.  He spent a lot of time in the sun and it showed in his face
and eyes.  All in all he was well above the curve for a 36 year old but the
last ten years had been hard on him.

   Nate had inquired about shower facilities but had been told in broken
spanglish that that was below in the crew quarters.  The officer's cabins
were off limits.  After he washed and shaved out of the bucket of cold
soapy water he pulled on some cargo pants, a safari shirt and sandals. 
Nate was about set off to locate his new shipmates.  He was eager to see
what they looked like, and also to see what his chances were of acquiring
some `companionship'.  Nate was not above taking advantage of local working
girls while on his trips, but the island had a rather booming sex trade
that made him wary of catching something that could not be cured with a
shot.  He had not even seen any `farmer's daughters' to try and seduce
while on this trip.  The possibility of snagging a lonely tourist would at
least give him something to work on while ticking away the hours.  The
cruise would be nearly eight days to Malaysia and he didn't even have
anything to read.

   Before he could step out of his cabin, there was a high fast knock at
his door.  As he opened the door he got his first look at Melanie.  She was
about twenty, a very slight, small girl barley five feet tall.  She had sun
bleached blonde hair and freckles splashed across her nose and cheeks. 
"They told us there was another American on the boat, are you him?" she
asked, peering up from under a green baseball cap.  She had a fearless
intensity in her eyes that belied the circumstances.

   "I reckon that would be me, my name is Nate, welcome to the SS
Evacuation" Nate quipped trying to put her at ease.  Besides the hat she
was wearing loose cut off canvas shorts and a ribbed tank top.  She had an
outdoorsy fitness look, lean and tight with lots of sun.  "I don't suppose
you speak Malaysian?" He asked her after a brief pause.

   "Is that what they speak?  The guy at the consulate just said we needed
to get on the boat because things were going to get ugly for Americans.  We
got separated from our group during the riots and had to hide until
morning, then we ran to the Australian consulate, but we could not get in
with US passports.  The guy at the gate had one of their drivers bring us
here." She fidgeted with her ponytail while she spoke.  She was antsy, and
kept glancing down the hall.

   "I guess that means you are not alone, how many of you got on the boat?"
Nate asked, though he knew the answer.  Once a spy, always a spy.  "Just me
and another girl from our mission group.  I need to get back to our room,
she is really scared." She said.  "Let me walk down with you, so she'll
know you guys are not alone.  By the way, I didn't catch your name?" Nate
asked as he followed her down the narrow corridor.  He watched her butt and
legs as she stepped over the bulkheads.  Nice, a little on the skinny side
for his taste, but very nice.  Definitely a runner.

   "Oh jeeze, I'm sorry, my name is Melanie, my friend is Kim.  We were
here to do humanitarian work with our church group over the summer.  They
never told us the place was so dangerous." She said without looking back
over her shoulder.

   Melanie walked about fifty feet to a door down the hall from Nate's
room. She opened the door without knocking while he was standing over her
shoulder.  A thin young girl wearing nothing but her bra and underwear
trying to comb out her shaggy red hair.  Nate had guessed Melanie to be
about twenty, Kim was closer to fifteen.  She was pale, thin, and just
starting to fill out in her hips.  She was not flat chested but she was not
far from it, the bra was mostly for show.  She was turned sideways with her
head down and didn't see him.  She had an exceptional little ass clad in
plain pastel green panties.  Nate averted his eyes and cleared his throat
as Melanie spoke.  "Uh Kim, this is Nate, he's an American too."

   Kim jumped as if stung by a bee.  She grabbed her tee-shirt and held it
up like a towel and glared at Melanie.  Nate was nervously straining not to
look.  When he saw Kim was shielded by the shirt, he glanced quickly and
flashed his dopiest smile and apologized.  "Mel!  Have you ever heard of
knocking?" Kim hissed through her braces, barely acknowledging Nate.

   She was stunning, pale porcelain white skin with full red lips and
insanely green eyes.  Kim was a little taller than Melanie, without the
sharp edges.  Kim was a little edgier too, with a stud in her nose and a
little black choker; kind of goth lite.  She was rail thin but she didn't
have that same outdoorsy runner look.  Nate caught himself.  She was
obviously too young for him to be thinking about, but hell nobody ever went
to jail for looking.  Besides the only women he had seen for the last three
months were streetwalkers and worn out farmers wives.

   He continued to halfheartedly avert his gaze as he spoke up.  "Your
friend told me that you guys got separated from you group and had a rough
go of escaping.  I tell you what, you both must be pretty cool customers to
have made it out on your own through that sh- stuff.  How are you guys
holding up, how long has it been since you ate?" Nate wanted to distract
the girls from the present situation.  If he was going to be babysitting a
couple of kids to Malaysia, it would be a long trip if they were panic
stricken wrecks.  After the war, he had been assigned to an anti-terrorism
station in the Philippines.  His job there had been to recruit informants
within the burgeoning Muslim population.  He could be very calm and
persuasive when he wanted to be.

   "I'll speak with the ships mate, he speaks Spanish, and I'll see if I
cannot wrangle up something to eat.  Then we can go up on deck and swap war
stories.  We should be pulling out soon." He didn't mention that the reason
the ship was leaving early was that there was a rumor that the local
version of a Navy was in on the revolution, and there was talk of hijacking
merchant vessels.  As he started to walk away he noticed that their room
didn't have any furnishings beyond a couple of crates.  He had at least
rated a chair and a low Asian style bed.

   Nate wandered around until he found the ships mate and asked him about
food for the passengers.  He was led to the galley and given a cardboard
box containing a kettle of fish soup, a bowel of steamed rice, and three
wooden spoons.  The cook said something obviously unfriendly in Malaysian,
to which Nate said thank you.  He carried the box back towards their cabin,
as he paused at their door to knock he heard crying from within.  He could
not make out what they were saying through the ships steel door so he
knocked loudly and said he had food and would be on deck.

   The ship was underway.  They had just cleared the bay and were turning
into open water when he came up.  Nate picked a nice spot on the aft deck
and spread out a towel.  The ship was enormous but the portion that they
had access to was actually fairly small.  In a moment the girls came up and
found him setting out the food.  Melanie was wearing the same thing he had
seen her in earlier but without the hat.  Kim was wearing a pair of short
denim shorts and a tee-shirt.  She also had on a pair of wire rimmed
glasses, and had colored rubber bands in her braces.  Nate realized how
nice they both looked in the afternoon sun.  Nate chuckled inwardly, if he
didn't quit looking at them, there was going to have to be midnight meeting
between the little CEO and the five members of the board once he was alone
in his room again.

   They made small talk while they ate and the girls told their story.  As
was his habit, Nate chatted a lot but said little, preferring to draw
information out of whoever he was talking to.  They were part of a group of
missionaries seeking to provide housing for poor heathens while dispensing
biblical BS.  The group was composed of high school kids and councilors
from the churches leadership.  Both girls had been traveling alone with the
group, the only representatives of their congregations.

   He had missed badly on the girls ages.  Melanie, whom he now called Mel,
was a seventeen year old soon to be senior.  Mel was on the cross country
team and was an early bloomer.  She blushed when he told her he had thought
she was twenty.  Kim was a fourteen year old high school freshmen.  She was
a high achiever and was trying to pad her college applications.  Her father
was a big wheel with in the church and had pulled strings to get her on the
trip.  Great, a preacher's kid, Nate thought.

   Fourteen and seventeen, well that tears it Nate thought..  "I don't
suppose either one of you has anything to read do you?" Nate asked during a
lull in the conversation.  "I lost most of my stuff during the riot, I only
have my carry on bag and I don't even have an old newspaper." He continued.

   "No we don't either; we never got back to the hotel after we lost the
group." Kim said, "All we have are the clothes we were wearing.  I had a
backpack that had a few things in it but nothing to read.  Sorry."

   "I might have a Vogue in my purse" Mel volunteered.  "If I find it, I'll
let you have it."

   "No biggie guys.  Look, it's getting late, and its been a long day, I
think I'm gonna hit the sack.  You guys know your way back down?" Nate
asked.  The island was no longer visible though some smoke could be seen
rising into the orange sunset.  What a fucking disaster, Nate thought.  I
hope those SOBs still pay me when I get back, he said to himself.  He
glanced at the girls; they too were looking at the rising plumes of smoke.
Mel was biting her lip.  Nate reached for her hand.  She took his hand
wordlessly, a tear visible on her chin in the fading sun.  He felt Kim
taking his other hand.  Her face was lost in the shadows.

   "Guys, no matter what, YOU made it, you are going home.  Never forget
that.  It's nobody's fault that things went so bad there.  The folks you
left behind are probably already to the US embassy by now, the Marines will
have them home two weeks ahead of us.  As soon as we get to Malaysia, I'll
get you guys in touch with you families.  Think of the `guess what I did
this summer' stories you can tell at school this year." Nate declared.

   Both girls perked up a little at this.  Nate left them on deck as he
headed below.

   There was no lock on the door, so Nate had propped a chair up against it
and scattered a few empty Coke cans on the floor between his bed and the
door.  He had spent way too many nights abroad among uncertain company to
start taking chances now.  He organized the few things he had in his carry
on bag.  While rifling his bag he found a news magazine he had bought at
LAX a month earlier and forgotten about.  Sometimes it was better to be
lucky than good.  After reading for a few minutes, he undressed and turned
out his light.

   As he lay in bed his thoughts turned to his shipmates.  Then his
thoughts turned impure.  He was laying in the dark trying unsuccessfully to
shake the impure thoughts when the sound of the chair he had propped
against the door sliding on the painted steel floor froze him.  A hand
slipped between the door and the frame and moved the chair to one side. 
Nate silently folded back his blanket and readjusted himself.  He watched
as the shadow stepped through the door, carrying what looked like a short
piece of pipe.  Nate rolled quietly to one side and drew himself into a
crouch.  He closed one eye to protect his night vision from the light in
the corridor.  Training and instincts long forgotten welled up inside him
along with a cold sweat.

   The shadowy intruder pushed the door closed plunging the room in near
total darkness.  The figure closed the door and moved towards his bed.  In
mid-stride, the intruder noisily clanged against one of the empty soda
cans. Nate sprung on his night blind prey like a panther.  With on hand he
grabbed the pipe; he covered her face with the other hand and prepared to
drive her head into the . . .  Her?  He realized instantly that it was one
of the girls.  The pipe was a rolled up magazine.

   He immediately relaxed his grip and apologized.  "You shouldn't sneak up
on people, especially at a time like this" His voice was harsher than he
had meant.  "Let me find the light switch" he added.

   "No, she said, don't, I just wanted to lay in here and talk a while.  I
cannot sleep on the floor in our room.  We don't even have a blanket.  I'll
leave if you want." She said.

   "That's ok," he said to the girl in the dark.  "I did not mean to jump
you like that.  I just spend a lot of time alone in foreign countries and I
am skittish." Nate said placing an arm over her shoulder.  Until now he was
not sure which of them it was, but to his surprise it was Kim.  He decided
leaving the light off was a good idea considering his erection and state of
undress.  "Here, lie here, I'll grab myself a chair." Nate said as he
guided her to his bedroll.

   "Please lay beside me; I don't want you to sit in a chair.  I mean, you
can, I won't mind. . .  if you want to I mean." She stammered.

   Nate smiled to himself in the dark, remembering the hell of being
fourteen.  He laid down beside her being careful not to crowd her or invade
her space.  Kim would have none of it.  Within minutes she had a (bare) leg
thrown over his hip, and her hair tangled up in his face.  Nate thought
about his predicament for a moment.  A brief moment - they were in
international waters in a war zone and she did not even know his last name.
He didn't think anything would happen but what the hell, he'd see where it
went.

   The words poured out of her like a busted hydrant.  She spoke of the
adventure of the previous day, her school, her family, pretty much her
whole fourteen year life story.  Nate gathered quickly that she was a very
mature independent girl who was unfulfilled and ready to put her childish
ways far behind her.  She swore, she spoke of sex and music and whatever
crossed her mind comfortably.  She was more frank and worldly than most
women Nate knew that were twice her age.

   Nate told her the much abbreviated version of his life story.  He left
little out, though he did not elaborate on the intel work in spite of her
prying.  He wasn't trying to wow her but he knew what fifteen years of war,
intrigue, and globe-trotting must seem like to a bright girl trapped in
suburbia.

   When she abruptly kissed him it was like stepping out of an elevator
into a hurricane.  She threw her leg over him and kissed him with her
teeth, her tongue . . .  she kissed with her whole body.  He noticed that
she had a tongue stud to go with the braces.  Before he could come up for
air she had climbed on top of him, straddling him with her knees drawn up
high to his ribs and her hips in the air.  Her hands sought out his hands
and clutched him like a live wire.

   Nate managed to work one hand free and found her thigh just above her
knee.  As he slid his hand up her leg, her kissing became frenzied.  His
hand caressed up her leg to her butt, her panties, her tee-shirt, her back
(no bra strap), her neck, until his fingers wound up a fist full of thick
fragrant red hair.  He gently pulled her head back, breaking the kiss.

   She was breathing heavily into his face.  Now that his eyes were
adjusted to the small safety light over the door, and the moonlight through
the porthole he gazed at her.  She was magnificent; her lips were parted
and flushed.  He could see the tip of her tongue playing with her top
braces.  Her eyes were glazed and her hair was a wild, tangled mane.

   "Kim, honey, do you know where are you going with this?" Nate asked,
wanting to give her opportunity to back down.

   "I want you, please, I'm not going to beg, but I need you.  I am not a
virgin, I know what I'm doing, just please let me.  I have been on this
island with these idiot preachers for a month, we almost died this morning.
I am dying for this.  Take me, please." She then leaned back down and
kissed him again.  Her free hand worked its way between them seeking him.
Nate rolled her to one side to give her hand room.  She grasped his
hardness and squeezed a little too firmly.  Nate drew in a depth breath
between her teeth that Kim mistook for pleasure so she squeezed him again.
She may not have been a virgin but she was not exactly an expert with the
male equipment.  He smiled inwardly at her notion of him 'taking' her when
the reality was quite the opposite.

   Nate decided to distract her.  He slid his hand down her back and found
the waistband of her simple cotton panties.  He slipped his hand along the
smooth bare skin of her ass.  He cupped half of it with one hand.  With
some dexterity and a little squirming he pulled the panties down to her
knees, at which point she pulled her leg up and kicked them off.

   Nate rolled her to her back and began kissing her ears and neck.  Her
hair was incredible.  He whispered compliments and encouragements into her
ears as he nibbled and nuzzled her.

   She was now stroking him with her right hand and doing a little better
job with some gentle direction from Nate.  She had helped him remove his
underwear the same way he had helped remove hers.  He slid his hand down
her soft tight little belly to her vagina.  He stroked her gently,
searching for the folds through the thin wispy hairs.  She opened herself
to him.  She took her hand away from him and guided his hand with hers. 
She opened her legs and began to stroke herself, mindless of his presence
as she rested her heels on his hips.  Nate reached behind him to his
carry-on bag and found his key chain.  He never took his eyes off of her
and began kissing her again.  He found the small LED flashlight he carried
and turned it on, leaving it in the open bag.  It lit the room with a
gentle green glow.  She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and
he didn't want to miss a thing.

   Kim stroked lightly with her left middle finger while she slipped her
right middle finger in and out.  Her teeth were bared, braces glinting in
the dim light.  Her eyes were squeezed shut.  Her breath was shallow and
rough, rasping through her teeth.

   Nate lay to her right propped on his side, his head on his hand.  He
slid his hand up her tummy under her shirt to her breast.  She had a little
hoop in her belly button.  She gasped when rough skin of his palm glided
lightly over her hard little nipples.  He palmed her tiny breast.  They
were shaped perfectly, just miniature.  He pulled her shirt up to expose
her breasts and began kissing them, gently at first but with more
insistence as her orgasm built.  She was plunging into herself now and he
joined his hand with hers.  She grasped his hand and pushed it into her
heat.  He could feel the thick wetness on her hand as he found her open up
to his fingers.  He slipped his ring and middle finger in together and
found no resistance.  Her hot wet little hands found his rigid cock again.
This time he was too hard to notice her inexperienced frantic squeezing and
stroking.

   He circled the tip of his middle finger around the little cone of her
cervix.  She sucked breath in through her teeth and arched her hips into
him off of the bed.  He turned his hand so his fingers curled up and began
stroking the roof of her vagina at the root of her clitoris.  She began to
groan.  Kim dug the nails of both hands into the back of his wrist as the
volume of her whimpering increased.  As her climax reached its peak, he
covered her mouth with his own and kissed into her cries.  She locked her
legs around his hand and stifled his stroking as she finally came.  Her
orgasm lasted nearly a minute.

   She relaxed and her breathing became more even as Nate lightly traced
little circles around her clit with his fingers.  Kim rolled her head to
him and opened her eyes.  He told her she was beautiful, which was true. 
As his hand migrated up her abdomen to her breast he could feel her little
heart pounding, skipping beats and racing like a wild thing.

   "I still want you inside me." She said as she leveled her gave at him.
She let her legs fall open again and reached for him.  She grabbed him and
pulled him to her trying to guide him in.  Nate was slick from her hand and
as he poised above her she arched her pelvis towards him.  He entered her
like an old familiar lover, sliding all the way into her wet heat on the
first slow stroke.

   Nate watched her and set his pace based on her response.  She was tight
all the way down and he had to concentrate on holding back.  He held his
weight off of her with his arms, which gave him a great view of her body.
Through her beauty and raw sexuality, he realized just how tiny and thin
she was.  At some point she had removed her shirt and was now nude in the
green light.  Her pale skin was set off by the faint tan lines from a tank
top and shorts.  Her small breasts lay flat against her chest and bounced
in time with his thrust.  He had sat up with his knees on either side of
her hips and her feet over his left shoulder.

   Her breathing became hurried and rough again as he picked up the tempo
and jarred her whole body with each thrust, causing her cheeks and breasts
to shudder.  Kim dug her nails into his hips and started talking to him in
a choppy whisper.

   "Oh God.  Oh, yes, fuck.  Yes.  Oh fuck." She kept up the senseless
banter as Nate closed his eyes and let a million years of instincts take
over.  His pace became more frantic and she became less coherent.  Finally
as her chatter became moans and wails he brought his weight down on her
chest and crushed her lips with his mouth.  He slowed his tempo and
hammered himself into her as he took her in his arms.

   Her cries became an intense little whine as she clutched him in her
arms, drawing him down.  He could not take any more.  With a growl, he
pulled away from the kiss and look at her eyes.  She was silent as he came,
staring back at him.  He heaved and ground himself back into her as he
released.  Once, twice, Kim lost count as he spasmed inside of her.  Her
own orgasm washed over her like a wave breaking over a rocky shore.  She
wrapped her thin little legs around his hips and buried her face in his
chest and clung to him as he collapsed onto her.

   Nate rolled to one side pulling her over on top of him.  They lay
together quietly for a half hour as Nate collected his thoughts.  Well
hell, he thought, now you've done it.  As he looked at her face as she
dozed, he realized he had no regrets.  It was good thing the Army had been
so willing to spring for vasectomies though, at least he would not have to
worry about a pissed off preacher with a shotgun.  He was a lucky guy;
things always seemed to work out for him.  He closed his eyes and pulled a
sheet over the two of them.  A very lucky guy, he thought as sleep took
him.

   At that exact moment a dark figure cut through the dark waters less than
a half mile from the freighter.  A dozen black clad men crowded the deck
closest to their prey.  They clutched their weapons in silence as their
vessel drew near, unseen.