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 Subject: The Evil That Men Do: Someone New - Brianna P1

   Story Codes: M/F slight B&D, oral, int

   Summary: Back in Florida Micky finds that Myra can really heat up the
suspense and mystery.  Her traveling companion, Brianna, turns out to be
quite a formidable girl!

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   The Evil That Men Do: Someone New - Brianna P1

   Myra's Surprise

   I had left the retreat in the morning and after a leisurely drive,
arrived at the house in the late afternoon.  As expected, Ms.  D was there
to greet me and welcome me home.  Everything at the house was in perfect
order.  I got the boat ready and within an hour was heading out for some
evening fishing.  On the way, I saw one of my fishing buddies, Charlie,
wetting a line from a seawall.  I pulled over and he readily joined me.  We
had a relaxing and productive four hours of fishing.  Our well held the
legal limits of trout, flounder, and redfish by the time we returned.  I
told Charlie to take everything except for one red.

   That night Mrs.  D and I enjoyed the freshest blackened redfish anyone
could ever have!  After dinner, I started drinking some bourbon and popping
grays.  It took two hours, but I finally drugged myself to sleep.  That
night's nightmares starred Sabrina and her mother Corinne.  It wasn't
pretty; but, at least I slept through them.  The morning came all too
early; some solid lines and a nice double shot of bourbon got me moving.

   I hit the pool, ate, showered and decided to head over to Jack's.  I
called him and he readily told me to get over to his place.  Turns out Myra
had arrived two nights previously, accompanied by a beautiful young girl,
and announced that they were staying with him for a few days.  I asked if
he knew what was going on and he said all he knew was that I was going to
be on a special assignment for a while.  My first thought was that I was
going to have to deal with another Tiffany; if that was the case, I was
really going to be pissed!  I needed to be sharp with Myra around.  I hit a
couple more lines, another good shot of bourbon and I was on my way.

   When I arrived, I could see that out in back the usual shit was going
on. There was a group of older men hanging around the pool ogling the
ever-present gaggle of young girls at hand.  Jack was waiting in the main
room for me and embraced me warmly.  In an overly friendly way, he
congratulated me on my recent string of scores.  "Nick, you are just
unbelievable!  How many was it?  Ten?  Fifteen?  Whatever, just fucking
amazing!  You want a drink?  C'mon, let's get you a drink!" He put his arm
around me and led me over to the bar.  "What you having man?  A bourbon? 
Yeah, that's it, bourbon for Nick!"

   "Tell you what Jack, pour one shot and give me a glass of ginger ale."

   "Sure thing man.  Keeping a clear eye with Myra around?  Let me know if
you need any resupply on anything else before you leave."

   Looking around I asked, "Where is she?"

   "She, and that sweet thing she brought with her, just got back from
shopping.  They cut their trip short when I texted Myra and said you were
heading over.  They're upstairs right now."

   "What's the story with the girl?"

   "Don't know.  They act like they're sisters or something.  There's a
bond there.  I always wondered about Myra but I don't think there is
anything sexual between them.  Let me tell you though, this girl, her name
is Brianna, Goddamn!  She is one sweet piece!  A little older than what we
usually have around, maybe fourteen or fifteen.  I'll tell ya, I would love
to have some serious alone time with her!"

   Right then, Myra came through the door of the main room.  I could see a
lean, longhaired brunette split from her and head out to the pool.  Myra,
as usual, looked absolutely fantastic!  There are times when she looks like
she just walked off a James Bond set.  Her dark hair was styled in a way
that it flowed beautifully down over her left shoulder.  She wore a
high-waist, deep green pattern dress with a multi-colored necklace.  The
dress came to mid-thigh on her and displayed her perfect legs
magnificently.

   Her eyes never left mine as she approached and reached a hand out for
mine.  I took her hand and without thinking simply bowed and kissed the
back of her hand.  I could make out the smile she tried to hide as I rose
to face her.  She glanced at the glasses in our hands and commented,
"Starting early, are we?"

   I lifted my glass to her and said, "Only if it's too early for ginger
ale."

   Myra seemed to glide when she walked, as if she was on ice skates or
something.  She slid past us, poured a glass of juice for herself, glanced
out the window to the pool, and then sat down in the tall wing chair where
she still had a view of the pool area.  Glancing back at us, she bade us to
sit and join her.

   We then engaged in an hour of business talk.  Myra expressed the extreme
pleasure of our superiors in my recent endeavors.  She explained to us that
the purposes of the system of private schools, that had been created, and
expected our full support, and assistance, in planning the Florida school.
She commented that my background should be especially helpful in making
this the best of all the schools.

   Eventually, she excused herself, and headed out to the pool to see if
Brianna would join us for a late lunch.  Sadly, the girl had already eaten
and was just getting ready to lounge in the pool.

   Lunch was nice and the conversation stayed away from work.  I was giving
some thought to heading out to the pool when Myra announced that she and
Brianna would be heading back out to the stores.  Both Jack and I stood as
Myra left.  On their return from the pool, I finally got a good look at
this Brianna.

   Brianna and Myra walked, arm-in-arm, and were carrying-on like a couple
of school girls.  Brianna stood about five and a half feet tall; fit and
slender with nicely developing tits.  Her face was somewhat rounded with
beautiful, long flowing, jet black hair, there appeared to be some sort of
red coloring to her hair, I liked it.  Her smile was genuine and enticing.
As they walked by, she glanced my way and I was totally enchanted by her
eyes.  They seemed large and slightly almond in shape.  I could be wrong;
but it seemed I was looking into her eyes, not at them.  They seemed like
gateways, into my soul for her and into her soul for me.  I was smitten and
felt like a school kid once again.

   She was wearing a one-piece black bathing suit with a silky white wrap
fastened around her waist.  She definitely had some sort of darker ethnic
mix in her.  She wasn't a classic beauty by any means; but, she was ungodly
attractive!  Her smile, her eyes, the way she walked, it all came together
in an undefined sensuality.

   I bade farewell to Jack and headed out to get back home.  At the door, I
felt a hand on my arm; it was Myra.  "Don't forget, we are scheduled for
dinner tonight.  It'll just be the three of us.  Come up with a fun place
for us to go."

   Glancing upstairs, I asked, "The three of us?  No Jack?"

   "Good God; of course no Jack!  If you don't mind, I want Brianna and I
to move over to your place tonight.  There's just too much bothersome shit
going on here.  You fine with that?"

   "Sounds good to me.  I'll have Mrs.  D get everything ready.  Why don't
you come over around seven and we'll head out after we get y'all squared
away."

   Myra was holding my wrist during this exchange and did not seem too
eager to let it go.  "You're looking good ...  Nick, we have some important
things to cover tonight and tomorrow.  We'll be on time."

   She let go of my wrist and I headed to my Jeep with her standing in the
doorway.  I swear, I don't think I have ever left Jack's place feeling the
same as I did when I arrived!

   They arrived at my place exactly at seven.  Everything was ready for
them in the guest rooms.  I didn't know if they would share a room or not
so I had Mrs.  D prepare both rooms.  I met them at the car and that was
where Myra conducted a formal introduction for Brianna and me.  She was
introduced as Brianna Fason, and I, as Nick Manchik.  I took her offered
hand and gave it a warm and gentle shake.  She had her eyes down most of
the time and occasionally would look up at me with half a smile.  I was
smitten.  Her voice was sweet and melodic.  She said, "It is very nice to
meet you and very it's very generous of you to offer us a quiet place to
stay."

   She glanced at Myra who approvingly nodded at her.  I said, "It is very
nice to meet you and I am more than happy to extend my limited hospitality
to you and Myra." I glanced in Myra's direction and she gave me the same
approving nod.  I then introduced Mrs.  D to Brianna and we got their bags
into the house.  I casually guided them to the guest rooms, announced,
"Here we are." and stood still.

   Myra swept past me, took Brianna by the arm and said, "Brianna, you must
take this room.  It has a small porch that overlooks the water.  It is a
wonderful room!" Of course, they went back and forth insisting the other
take the room until they both stopped at the same time and laughed at
themselves.  I was holding Myra's bags so I simply walked into the other
guestroom, set them down on the bed and announced, "Decision made!"

   As I left the room, I leaned to Brianna and conspiratorially said in an
Irish whisper, "I learned a while ago that when Myra decides on something,
there's no use in arguing."

   Brianna flashed me a wide smile, glanced lovingly at Myra and said,
"Yes, I'm finding out more and more about her every day!"

   I took Brianna's bags from Mrs.  D and set them in the other guestroom.
Walking out I asked, "Ladies, how long before we head to Morgan's Grill? 
It's a casual beach place and I believe y'all will just love it, and the
food."

   They glanced at each other and Brianna replied, "Fifteen minutes?  I'm
starving!"

   Myra said, "I'll be ready in ten!"

   Smiling, Mrs.  D shook her head, walked to the door with me, and said,
"If there is nothing else, I'll just go back to my place for the night.  I
believe I got everything properly stocked in the kitchen and bathrooms.  If
they, or you, need anything, just write it on the pad in the kitchen and
I'll go to the store tomorrow morning."

   I was surrounded by three generations of women and couldn't be happier.

   In what seemed like a minute, both Myra and Brianna were ready.  Myra
wore white shorts with a dressy blue, t-shirt-like top.  She was stunning!
Her tan was perfect, as was everything else about her.  Brianna was
outfitted in pastel green capris and a scarlet red top.  She donned one of
those hemp, over-the-shoulder "hippie bag" things; with the strap pressed
deep between her tits as it hung at her side.  For just a second, my
attention was fixed on the sight of her two beautiful mounds being
accentuated by the strap.

   Quickly, each of them grabbed one of my arms and led me to the stairs
down to the car.  They were having a good time and telling me to hurry
because they were hungry.  I could only feel Myra's firm ample tit pressed
against my left arm and Brianna's rock hard mound pressed against my right.
Every time we moved as group that night, my arms were bookended with their
tits.  Both of them seemed to enjoy making sudden turns while holding my
arm and rubbing both tits across me.  It was both heaven and hell.

   Morgan's is a fun place.  I had made the correct call.  I had met the
owner, PJ, a year earlier while working a youth sports event in town.  He
was an affable guy who volunteered time and money to the community.  I
brought more than a few people to his establishment, entertained there
often and did not spare on the tips for his employees.  PJ wasn't just a
good citizen, he was a good bartender; and on more than few occasions, he
made sure I made it home safely.  I liked him and his establishment.

   I had called him earlier and explained that I had two very important
visitors and would be bringing them by for dinner.  He had the best table,
with the best view, reserved for us.  We walked past the line outside and
were greeted by PJ as soon as we entered his establishment.  His was a fun
and rocking sort of place.  Our table was off to the side where we could be
a part of the fun and exclude ourselves if we so desired.  We had a good
time and shared two buckets of excellent steamed seafood for dinner. 
Brianna was not shy when it came to eating and put on quite a show for us.
We enjoyed PJ's company for a while.  He made sure to fawn over the two
"most beautiful women" who had ever graced his establishment.  The nice
thing?  His compliments were both sincere and fun at the same time.

   Eventually, we made our way home, sat on the back deck and made plans
for the next day.  We would have a picnic out on one of the barrier islands
and enjoy one of the beautiful beaches, which can only be found offshore of
Florida.  Brianna couldn't stifle a big yawn, Myra suggested that she call
it a day and let us talk some business.  We both received good night kisses
and hugs from Brianna.  She hung longer and tighter with my hug as she
thanked me again for my hospitality and the "awesome fun evening." She felt
wonderful in my arms!  Her body melted into me as if it was made for my
body.  If Myra hadn't of been there ....  well ...

   After an elongated pause of silence, Myra opened, "She's been through
some tough times, I hope I can help make her life better."

   "What's her story?"

   "We've got a lot to talk about tonight, so let's just say we were able
to pull her out of a very bad situation that was only going to get worse
for her."

   "What happened?"

   Myra glanced back at Brianna's room and said, "Not now.  I'll explain it
all later.  Something about her made me want to help, give her a chance at
life."

   "Aah, you two, you ...  aren't ...?"

   "Oh, Micky, get your mind out of the gutter!  She is beautiful, but
that's not my predilection, either in age or sex.  (Long pause) there are
no pressures on her for the time being.  Right now she needs to be safe and
feel safe."

   "Myra, she seems to be pretty happy, but kids need a home, something
solid to hold on to.  That might be a difficult task."

   "I'm looking into something right now, but a few things have to work out
in the next few months.  That's why we need to talk."

   "Go ahead Myra; you have my full, undivided attention."

   "Micky, let me take this in order, step-by-step, and address enough of
the pieces for you to see the big picture."

   She paused, took a healthy drink of wine and continued, "First, you have
a special assignment.  You need to procure a young girl, a young Latino
girl.  She must be absolutely beautiful and flawless.  Her heritage must be
perfectly Latino.  You must steer away from the Aztecan/Mayan and African
traits.  Do you understand what I'm saying about the look we need?"

   "Perfectly, although, there are many girls with those traits that are
absolutely gorgeous.  Some of the most beautiful girls I've ever
encountered."

   "I know, but that's not the assignment.  Your job is to fill the order
as cleanly as possible."

   I knew exactly the girl to fill the order.  I wouldn't be happy about
this procurement, but I could have it done in three or four days.  It would
mean a trip to Miami.

   "I understand Myra, I'll take care of it."

   "Take your time, we know that these things can be difficult to arrange."

   I knew that this had to be part of the breeding program Jason told me
about.  Here I was, being a fucking genetic Nazi!  I was willing to go
along and "follow orders." I had once again proven my membership in the
Fucking Inhumane Asshole Club!

   I looked at Myra and nodded.

   "Good, now second.  You've been all over this state, no one knows it
better.  We need to find a place for the new school we want to open here in
Florida.  Our schools are very exclusive.  They are residence campuses and
must be of the finest quality.  There must be many suitable places around
this state for sale right now.  Use your best judgment.  Don't concern
yourself about cost.  This school will become our flagship school."

   I asked, "And this is where we train the young ones to be proper
whores?"

   "Micky, don't be so negative.  Along with the paying clientele, we
provide a large number of underprivileged girls with a free world-class
education.  Some of those girls do end up in the market, but is it really
any different than what we are currently doing?  Actually, if this develops
properly, and by all indications it will, we will stop taking what we need
from people's homes."

   Myra stopped, looked at me and waited for my response.  In the soft
light from the patio lights, she appeared more beautiful than before.  A
few minutes earlier, over her shoulder, I saw the lights from Brianna's
room go out.  Myra picked up her glass and took a sip of wine while looking
directly into my eyes.  She sat confidently; upright, her legs crossed
professionally, there was not a trace of indecision or wavering of thought
in her.  She was a strong woman.  She was someone not just to be feared and
obeyed, but someone to be admired.

   I shifted a bit in my seat and replied, "Myra, I know exactly what you
want.  I'll put together options and recommendations for y'all as soon as I
can.  Next?"

   "About Jason's business expansion ..." I sat up, she paused, and then
continued.  "There is nothing specifically wrong with it but, I have
convinced him to drop it.  We have much more important things to get done.
The Sabrina girl will be the last action in that endeavor.  Sending her to
Brazil was a good move; profitable as well."

   She paused, took another sip of wine, leaned forward and said, "Your
role in this was rather interesting ...  I enjoyed the show you put on."
Giggling a bit she added, "Anyway, no more of that foolishness, you are not
a movie star.  You are a vital part in a worldwide business that has no
room for error.  What we need to do here in the next few months will change
everything.  You and Jason are vital to what is going to happen and I need
you both sharp."

   "What about Aiden?  You almost sound like he's not involved."

   "He is deeply involved in everything but, this is my plan.  He is
following very closely and offers his expertise as we move."

   "Myra, what is the end game?  I'm in, but what is it we're going to do?"

   "Micky, it's a chess game.  Right now, I'm putting all the pieces in
place and planning four moves ahead.  I can't explain much more right now.
Actually, some of it won't make any sense until it's all over.  The big
picture will tell all ...  are you in?  Do you trust me on this?"

   "With my life, Myra ...  with my life!"

   We lifted our glasses and drank a silent toast.  I don't think I have
ever been more impressed by anyone in my life.

   She leaned forward, up and out of her chair.  "Tomorrow, you will take
us out on the boat for a fun day.  Now ...  I shall retire.  I'm very tired
and need some rest." She walked behind me, placed her hands on my
shoulders, leaned down and planted a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek.

   I put my hands on her hands and held her in place.  I said, "Myra ..."
Then let it hang in the air while holding her hands on my shoulders.

   She leaned back down, exhaled a warm breath into my ear, and sensuously
said, "Mykhailo, we cannot take this any further.  Our lives are all
business.  (Her hands slid down to my chest and gathered me in a gentle
embrace.) We would be inviting great peril if we went any further ... 
great peril!  For my own reasons, I am very fond of you; and those reasons,
like my feelings, must be kept inside me.  I am your big sister in life and
must remain as such.  (Lightening up a bit, she added.) Anyway, I am too
old for you, in both the differences in our ages and in the fact that I am
no longer ...  a little girl." With that, she gave me another kiss on the
cheek and started to stand.

   I held on to her right hand, looked up at her and said, "You do me a
disservice, madam; I do not see age as any sort of barrier.  I don't
believe age should ever keep apart two souls seeking each other.  I do
understand the perils of the business we are in and can accept what you
said in that regard.  I may not like it, but I can deal with it." I dropped
my eyes and then with as mischievous a look as I could muster, I glanced
back up, squeezed her hand tighter and said, "I really do like the big
sister concept though!  That has me considering all sorts of things!"

   She laughed, took her hand away, bent down and gave my neck a hug.  She
said, "You are a naughty boy!  You need to get ready for bed and get some
sleep.  We have a day of adventure tomorrow and I have more to explain to
you ...  Now, get some sleep!" She released me and headed away to her room,
quietly talking and laughing to herself.

   I gathered our glasses and placed them in the kitchen sink.  I made way
to my room, took care of business, downed two grays, avoided the bourbon
and, in my boxers, climbed into bed.  I drifted in and out of sleep but the
day's events kept playing through my head.  There was a strong storm
brewing offshore.  The thunder and lightning were impressive and moving
closer to shore.  Eventually I relaxed.  I rolled on my side and was just
getting comfortable when I heard the bedroom door open.  I glanced that way
and saw Myra slipping into my room.

   She made a quiet shushing sound as she neared the bed.  She was wearing
a very rather sheer robe and was pulling the sash out of its loops as she
placed a knee on the edge of the bed.  She shushed me once again and rolled
me over until I was facing away from her.  She looped the sash twice around
my head, securing it as a blindfold.  She leaned forward and whispered in
my ear, "You really don't know that it's me, you can't see me, you can't
identify me, and this might just be all a dream.  Say nothing.  We shall
speak with our bodies." I felt her naked body half lay on me and next to
me. I couldn't see anything, which was both frustrating and exciting all at
the same time.

   Myra stared to move her hands, softly caressing my arms and abdomen. 
She rose up on top of me.  I felt her hair barely touching me as she ran it
over and around my body.  With her hair flowing over my body, she kissed my
chin; my nipples, my navel, and then her hand slid beneath my boxers and
found my dick.  Lifting my ass, I rolled to my back as she pushed my boxers
down and pulled my dick free from the elastic waistband.  I heard her purr
softly as she stroked me to a full erection.  For a moment, there was
absolute silence as she stayed still.  She moved and I felt her mouth
engulf my dick.

   Myra hungrily took me into her mouth; time and time again.  I could feel
her head turn, every which way, with every suck.  Reflexively, I began to
hump my dick upward into her mouth.  She kept one hand on my dick and
stroked me as she sucked.  The other hand traveled across my body stopping
at my nipples every now and then to apply squeezes and pinches.  The
flashes of light and rolls of thunder off the coast heightened the entire
event.

   I moved my right hand until I found her left thigh.  I started to softly
caress up and down her thigh and slowly pulled her leg up and over my head
until she was straddling me.  With her knees on either side of my head, her
mouth and hands manipulating my dick, she slowly lowered herself on to my
face.  It took two tries for my tongue to find its target.  Her pussy felt
hot, tight and neat.  It wasn't a sloppy gash, but rather, the nice, tight,
honey-hole you would expect.  I sucked, licked and tongued her pussy with
every bit of knowledge and experience I could call upon.

   I was rewarded for my efforts as her rear end began to vigorously hump
up and down on my face.  Her mouth came of my dick and she arched her back,
forcing her sweet pussy hard against my face.  She came with a shudder and
moaned, "Aaaaah," She rubbed her clit hard against my chin for a moment,
froze, and then slid it up to my mouth where I sucked it for all I could.
She let go of my dick completely and really came hard on my face with a
full back arch and another strong moan.

   I sucked on her juices, for a short while, as she came down from her
climax with several smaller after-shocks of pleasure coursing through her
body.  I easily saw flashes of light through my blindfold; the thunder was
getting louder and the sound of large raindrops on the house added another
sensual element to events unfolding in my bed.

   Myra leaned forward, grabbed hold of my dick and sucked me back into her
mouth.  It was different now, she had gone to a higher level and her mouth
action was driving me crazy.  I thought I would lose it when she released
me from her sensuous grasp.  Rising, she placed a hand on my stomach,
lifted some more, and spun around.  I knew what was happening and tried my
best to position myself to participate.

   I felt her bottom run over my dick.  She slid back until my dick was
nestled in front of her.  Myra then began a slow slide, rolling her hips
along my dick.  The heat and wetness from her pussy felt great as she lubed
me for what was to come.  She stopped, rose up, grabbed my dick and
positioned the head at the entrance to her hot cunt.  With one skilled
move, she had me inside her.

   Myra was tight, not twelve-year-old tight, but as tight as a very fit
and skilled older woman can be.  She seemed to be luxuriated in the feeling
of having a hard thick dick in her cunt.  She moved in a slow rhythmic
fashion, taking more and more of me in with every downward push.

   Once I was fully inside her, she leaned forward until she was lying on
my chest.  Her hips started a vigorous up and down motion, fucking my dick
like it was the last one to be inside her velvety cunt.  I thrust upward to
meet her and, when I pulled back, the momentum carried her off my dick. 
That was my moment.  I rolled, and pinned her to her back.  She struggled
for a moment, not wanting to give up the top position; but, I knew she
needed to be on bottom.  I lay on top of her and worked my dick into
position.  We were in physical contact from our heads to our genitals. 
With a little gentle probing on both sides, we were rejoined and formed the
beast with two backs.

   I had never imagined that what was happening would have ever happened.
It didn't matter, I instinctively knew what Myra needed; I knew why she was
in my bed.  This was all about her.  I was the only one who she could trust
in this way and she needed this.  She needed to go beyond the business. 
She needed to be a wanted, attractive, sexual woman.  Well, I was
attracted! I wanted her and found her to be incredibly sexy!  Everything
was heightened by the knowledge we both had about each other.  If need be,
one of us would kill the other in a moment.  We ran the gamut of emotion
and connection.

   I started to fuck her hard, not because I wanted to fuck her brains out
or show her who was boss but; rather, because that is precisely what she
needed.  She wanted someone ...  she wanted me, to fuck her wildly ...  to
drive into her pussy with total abandon; and that is what I did!  I turned
my face so I could whisper into her ear.  All I did was repeat, "Oh my God
...  Myra" over and over again.  Her legs were wrapped around my waist and
she was fucking me as hard as I was fucking her.  She repeated the
Ukrainian version of my name several times, as our tempo increased. 
"Mykhailo ...  Mykhailo."

   I knew I was on the verge when Myra stiffened, impaled herself fully on
my dick and held me tight, like a full-body vise.  She arched and softly
cried, "Stan" as she came.  I didn't give a fuck!  I'll be Stan for her!  I
thrust one more time and released myself into her quivering cunt.  We
writhed together on the bed; experiencing elongated orgasms in unison.

   I eventually rolled to my side and she continued our roll until she
rested on top of me again.  Her face was buried in my neck and I realized
she was softly crying.  She lifted her face in front of mine, reached
upwards, removed the blindfold, and kissed my forehead as a few tear drops
fell from her eyes onto my face.  She held my head with her hands and said,
"My sweet Mykhailo, you are wonderful ...  I will be right back." She then
rose, turned sideways and lowered herself to my dick.  She sucked it in and
cleaned up the juices lingering on and in my dick with her mouth.  She
hopped from the bed and went into the bathroom

   I was fucking exhausted.  I prayed she was satisfied.  I would need some
serious coke to keep going but I couldn't risk that with her around. 
Thankfully, she returned to bed and cuddled up next to me as we watched the
lightning outside my bedroom window.  I was starting to nod off when she
got up, put her robe on and, as quietly as she entered the room, she left.

   I lay there in the dark, watching the storm until the rolls of thunder
started to fade away and the rhythmic beating of the raindrops lulled me to
sleep.  I slept well.  I woke with the sunshine streaming in the window and
the smell of fresh coffee coming from the kitchen.  After my morning
rituals were attended to, I headed for the kitchen.  There was a bowl,
spoon, and juice glass in the sink, but no one was around.  I poured a mug
of coffee and headed out to the veranda where I spotted a glorious sight;
Brianna swimming some easy laps in the pool.

   I ventured down there and sat by the edge of the pool.  She was
marvelous!  Her long, lean figure sliced through the water with little to
no effort.  Her long hair was pulled back in a ponytail and followed her
through the water.  After three laps, she noticed me sitting by the pool.
She turned and approached doing a simple breaststroke.  "Nick!  How long
have you been there?  Why didn't you stop me?  Is Myra up yet?"

   "Easy, I just got up and saw you down here.  I haven't seen Myra yet, so
I guess she's still asleep.  How about you?  Did you sleep well?  Did the
storm bother you?"

   In one flowing move, she lifted herself out of the pool and went to
where she left her towel.  As she walked she said, "I slept great!  Over at
Jack's there's always noise from somewhere or some grubby old man trying to
grab me!  This is peaceful!" She sat sideways on the lounge chair next to
me.  "The storm was a good one.  I heard some of it but storms don't bother
me, I find them kind of soothing."

   She was wearing a nice plain white two-piece bathing suit.  On her
though, it was anything but nice and plain.  She was flawless!  Naturally
tan skin, not an ounce of extra fat could be detected on her frame.  She
was all woman!  Or shall we say, woman-to-be?!  Long and lean, with
wonderful legs; a nice firm ass and hips that gave her the curves to excite
at the genetic level!  Her tits were perky and full.  She wouldn't be a big
titted woman, but she didn't need to be.  Nothing about her was overdone or
out of proportion, everything fit!  She embodied the concept of the sum of
the parts being greater than the whole.

   God!  I was staring like some sort of creeper!  "Down here you have to
get used to them pretty quick or otherwise you'd never get any sleep."

   She leaned forward and secretly said, "At Jack's, on our last night
there, there was a big storm.  He came into my room and acted like he was
concerned for me and wanted to make sure I wasn't scared.  He started to
reach for me and luckily, he had been drinking.  I kicked him and he fell.
That was it, but I know he was up to no good."

   "You sure?"

   "You better believe he was!  I've seen that look before.  He is always
checking me out and touching me whenever he gets a chance.  He's just plain
creepy; he makes my skin crawl."

   "You want me to speak to him?"

   "I think Myra did, he wasn't too bad yesterday.  He still creeps me out
though."

   "Is that why you guys moved over here?  To get away from him?

   Smiling with a twinkle in her eye, she said, "I think so, but I also
think Myra likes you a lot better than him ...  At least I know I do!"

   With a bit of snark, I replied, "Well I should certainly hope so.  If
not, then it's back to Jack's for the both of you!"

   I smiled, looked her in the eyes and added, "No, never in a million
years!  I would never send either of you two away."

   Brianna sat, for a short while, looking at me, and said, "I need to go
get ready for today.  We are going boating, right?" We both got up and
started to walk back to the house.

   "Yes, my dear that is the plan.  I have a lot to do to make sure we have
everything we need.  You go get Myra moving and prepare for some water and
a picnic lunch out on one of those islands.  Sound good?"

   Brianna, slipped her arm around mine and leaned into me as she replied,
"I think it sounds wonderful ..." she let that sentence trail away as we
walked to and entered the house.  Just as we were about to go our different
ways she gave my arm a light kiss before releasing me.

   Mrs.  D prepared the coolers of food and drink, I loaded all of the
needed gear on the boat and everything was all set.  I knocked on Myra's
door, and she opened it just a crack, and purred, "Yes, Nick."

   "Everything is all set; we can leave whenever y'all are ready."

   I could hear Brianna in the room with her and, while closing the door,
Myra replied, "We will be ready as soon as we are ready.  Thank you, Nick!"

   I couldn't win.  I was completely and totally at their mercy and whim. I
decided to get some work done and headed into the office.  First things
first; I contacted the nerds and confirmed that a virus they had placed for
me a year earlier in my new target's computer was still waiting for a start
command.  I logged-in and sent the command.  In a very short time, I had
access to every electronic device at the Carlos Fernandez household.  I had
met Carlos a year earlier at a regional little league game.  Carlos was
from Honduras and had been a great Minor League baseball player.  He played
in the Majors but never broke through.  He was careful with his money and
was living very well in south Florida.  He had also married very well.  His
wife, the former Alondra Manzano was once a Miss Venezuela.  She was one of
the world's most beautiful women in my opinion.  Carlos and Alondra had two
daughters.

   Arianna was the older daughter, who took after Carlos.  She was a very
pretty girl and quite a good baseball player.  It was at one of her games
that I met Carlos, his wife and daughters.  I liked Arianna a lot and, if I
were to choose for myself, she would be my pick.  For this assignment, the
younger daughter, Alanis, would be my target.  Alanis favored her mother
and had to be one of the most beautiful little girls I ever laid eyes on.
She was the perfect Latina for my assignment.

   Accessing the computers allowed me to update what they were up to and
see any plans they had made for the next few weeks.  Recent pictures of
Alanis had proven my instincts right.  She developed into a beautiful
ten-year-old girl.  Her mother was starting to make modeling inquiries for
her and it looked like they had plans for her future.  I accessed their
schedules and found that in three days Carlos and Alondra were leaving to
spend a week in New York City.  There would only be a housekeeper staying
with the girls.  I had my target, I had the time frame, in an hour I had my
entry and egress planned; now all I needed was a proper cover for the
disappearance.

   After finishing the computer work, and setting up my activities, I
called a businessman I knew to see if he could recommend a good commercial
real estate agent.  He gave the name of a lady in Tampa who he said was the
best in the state.  I had a Tampa contact arrange a phone call and in a
half hour, she was sending me all possible listings in the state for
property that could be used for a small conference activity center (my
cover request.) It didn't take long to narrow the list to three places;
one, of which wasn't too far away and looked the most promising of the
bunch.

   I leaned back in my chair feeling pretty good about the results of my
efforts when I heard a soft knock at the door.  "Yes, come in!"

   The door opened and in walked Brianna and Myra.  They were both dressed
perfectly for a day on the water.  They sported loose fitting windbreakers
and matching airy bottoms covering standard bikinis.  Both carried beach
bags, wide-brimmed hats and had slightly oversized sunglasses perched atop
their heads.  They wore sandals, which would work on the boat or beach.  I
realized I was likely one of the luckiest men on earth.  Myra gave no
outward sign regarding the previous night; so, I followed suit.  She asked,
"Have you completed all your work?"

   "Just about everything, Miss Myra!  If you two are ready, I'm ready!" I
noticed that Brianna had unobtrusively scanned the shelves in the office as
well as my desktop.

   She was the one who responded with, "Let's get a move on!  I want to get
on the water!" she headed out the door and led us outside down to the dock.


   We made our way out into the Intercoastal Waterway and headed north. 
The day was beautiful and the water was a beautiful blue with just enough
chop to make the ride interesting.  After a short while, Brianna asked me
to show her how to operate the boat.  I love girls who want to helm a boat!
She caught on like a seasoned boat driver.  I navigated Brianna through
Blue Fish gap and out into open water.  She handled the boat cleanly and
with confidence.  I asked what her experience with boats had been.

   She replied, while keeping her eyes on our course over the water,
"Mostly the Columbia River, the Columbia Bar, San Francisco Bay, the Santa
Barbara Channel, and the Pacific ...  wind and power."

   I whistled, and said, "Take us three miles due north to the southern
point of Rookery Bar." I then took a seat next to Myra and commented, "She
knows more about this than I do."

   Myra leaned into me and said, "She knows more than most people about a
lot of things."

   At the southern point of Rookery Bar, I explained to them that there
used to be two spoil islands, a mile apart, at this location but a
hurricane, ten years previous, moved enough sand from the south to connect
the islands.  Now they have joined into one large unspoiled island with
trees at each end, a beautiful beach between them, and a large sand spit to
the north.  It's a fishing paradise and a favorite weekend get-away spot
for many of the locals.

   I took the helm from Brianna and did a quick circle of the island.  No
one else was there except for some locals who were fishing a mile or so
from the lee side.  I took us in to anchor a little more than half way up
the beach.  The anchor caught, and the boat turned into the wind and waves.
We were safely secured with the stern in three feet of water about ten feet
from shore.  I carried our gear to shore and set up our little beach camp.
The girls gleefully removed their coverings, put them into their beach bags
and had me carry the bags ashore as they jumped into the water.

   Instead of heading to shore right away, they took some time to wade
through the water and splash each other.  I removed my shirt, waded out to
them, and dove into the water.  I knew there was a sandbar about fifty
yards out and swam to it.  On the bar, the water came to my chest and, for
a short while, all of my troubles seemed to fade away as I floated in
paradise.  After a few moments, I turned and headed back to shore.  The
girls were already covering each other with sunscreen.  Shit!  One of the
best parts of being at the beach and I missed it!

   By the time I came out of the water they were done.  As I approached
them, Brianna said, "Nick, wait!  You don't have any sunscreen on you." She
glanced at Myra who gave her a nod in my direction.  Brianna then proceeded
to cover every square inch of my exposed skin with the sun screen lotion. I
was putty in her hands.  Myra got comfortable on the beach blanket, laid
back and started to sun bathe.  Brianna made sure to caress and massage me
to the greatest affect.  She also managed to rub herself against me on
occasion; and, when she did my shoulders from the front, she stared
straight into my eyes in a way I can't explain.  When she did my shoulders
from the rear, she softly ran her tits across my back.  During this whole
experience, she kept a running commentary regarding my body.  It was all
good, except when she grabbed a little loose skin on my gut and said,
"Nick, you need to do some crunches.  You don't want to replace your six
pack with a keg!" I could hear Myra giggling along with Brianna.

   Brianna announced, "I'm going to take a walk up the beach and look for
shells and stuff."

   Myra looked at me, I nodded approval, and she said to Brianna, "Fine,
but be a dear and take your phone with you, just in case."

   Brianna lifted it out of her bag to show Myra, turned and happily said,
"Be back in a little bit!"

   I lay down next to Myra and said, "She's really something.  I really
like her a lot."

   Myra didn't move but replied, "It can't be helped; in a day or two
you'll be in love with her."

   "You aren't up to something, are you?"

   "No, not this time.  I'll tell you though ...  (she turned to me and
lifted up on her elbow) ...  whatever happens, happens.  She's been through
a lot in her life.  I understand her and she understands me; sometimes
without us having to say anything.  You'll discover the same thing about
her Nick.  She's tough, tough as nails and, deep down she just wants to be
a normal girl.  Her stepfather killed her mother, he then raped her, and
she killed him."

   "What?!  Her stepfather raped her?  Then she killed him?"

   "Yes, the man who raped her and killed her mother."

   "Holy fuck!  How did you ...?"

   "They couldn't put her in jail.  The entire state was on her side.  She
was brought to my attention and I was able to put in place what was needed
to have the charges dropped.  Our school in Seattle reached out and she
became our "ward", now I am her legal guardian.  Before I came to know her
she was going to be a candidate for Aiden's program."

   "A candidate for the sick fuck's Nazi breeding shit?"

   "Micky!  Learn to control yourself!  And yes, for the breeding.  I got
there first and intervened.  I took her with me.  I kept her from all that
and she has blossomed.  She reminds me very much ...  well, regardless, she
has been with me for a few months.  I want to give her the life she
deserves; the life I never had"

   "Goddamn, Myra!  I knew there was something, but, shit!  How did she do
it?"

   "Snapped his neck ...  by the way, her real father was the one who
taught her how to drive a boat.  He died in an accident and the man who
became her stepfather weaseled his way into her family."

   I looked over Myra, to the comely-shaped girl hunting for sea shells a
few hundred yards away, and could only let out a soft whistle.

   Myra continued, "Micky, I need you to help me keep an eye on her.  I'm
pretty sure Jack will be after her.  He can be rather persistent when he
sets his mind to something, or someone.  I don't trust him in this regard."


   "I'll put him in his grave before he lays a finger on her, and I don't
trust him in any regard!"

   Lying down, she said, "I expect nothing less.  Now, go to her Micky. 
You both need each other.  We all need each other.  Go to her."

   "Myra, she's ...  she's ...  so beautiful.  And I think she may ...  I
mean, I might ..."

   "Micky, if it happens, it'll be wonderful, wonderful for the both of
you, wonderful for me.  Let life take its course.  Now get up and go to
her!"

   I got up and did a slow jog half way to her and then walked until I
caught up to her.  On the way, I marveled at her shape.  She had long
beautiful legs with a wonderful thigh gap.  Her ass rode proud and gave her
the womanly curves that men are instinctively attracted to.  Her arms, like
her legs, were lean and rhythmic with her walk.  Her hair was up in a high
ponytail but still flowed almost halfway down her back.  Every now and
then, she bent down to examine an object in the sand and, most often the
view from my side was fantastic!

   I was about twenty yards away when she spotted something in the surf,
turned sideways to me and crouched down for a better look.  She suddenly
appeared so small.  She turned her head and saw me approaching.  That was
when I fell for her.  Her eyes lit up at the sight of me; her face lit up
as she smiled a smile for the whole world to see.  She flipped her hair and
stood to greet me.  I approached and pulled her into me.  She wrapped her
arms around my waist and placed her head on my chest.  We were in a full
body hug and her slightest movement excited me.

   We were dressed for the beach and more skin was in contact than
clothing. Regardless, she felt wonderful in my arms and I suspected that
she didn't have any complaints either.  We released each other and resumed
her beach walk with my arm over her shoulder and her arm around my waist.
It felt as natural as anything I had ever felt.  I scanned the horizon, the
beach, the approaching wooded area and found nothing of concern.  I did
notice a sand dollar ahead of us and alerted Brianna to it.  She retrieved
it, and upon determining for certain that it was dead, she carefully placed
it in the pocket of her beach bag.

   As we neared the northern end of the island, and the sand spit that
extended a hundred feet or so, Brianna suddenly became quite animated. 
Thankfully, she had spotted a starfish stranded at the water's edge.  Upon
examination, it turned out that it was still alive.  She held it gently in
her hand, ran it over the little rise to other side of the spit, and put it
back in the surf.

   I was extremely impressed by this simple gesture.  I questioned myself
as to whether I would have even noticed the stranded little starfish.  We
continued walking separately but together to the end of the spit.  I
pointed out the spot where two currents met just off shore.  I don't know
why I mentioned that; it meant nothing until she moved alongside of me
wrapped her arm around my waist.  We turned and started back down the other
side of the little island.

   The water was calmer on this side and the sea breeze was blocked enough
to make things a little hotter.  We got back to the center of the island
and could see the top of the boat across the rise in the land.  We simply
stood together.  She gave my arm a hug and laid her head down on my bicep.
I didn't want to move but we had already been gone too long.  We started
back to Myra.  Coming over the rise everything looked OK at the boat.  Myra
must have sensed we were near, she sat up, turned, gave us a wave and
waited for our arrival.

   Once we consumed some water, Brianna excitedly told Myra about the
starfish and our walk around the island.  Myra liked that and smiled very
warmly at me.  I felt a little hungry and suggested we have something to
eat.  The girls readily agreed and we enjoyed a nice beach picnic.  After
we finished and cleared everything away, Myra announced she had something
to tell us and needed our full attention.  We sat in the shade under the
portable cabana and Myra started talking.

   "I will be leaving on an important mission tomorrow night.  (She lifted
her palm at us as we started to ask the expected questions, this happened
many times during her talk.) I will be traveling to Ukraine on important
professional and personal business.  There has been much strife and death
in my homeland and, up until now I have been able to stay out of it; but,
things have now changed.  My sources tell me that a very important and evil
Russian KGB officer has been captured.  He has caused much pain to me
personally, and to my countrymen.  My friends have offered me the
opportunity to exact my revenge.  I have turned down their offer but have
been granted my request to interrogate the bastard.  The pig, Shapovolov,
killed my brother, Stan, and stole my child, Tatyana.  I do not need to
kill him; I need to know where my daughter is."

   Stan?!  Stan?  Holy shit!  Stan is her brother?!  That's OK, I'll never
mention it unless she does.  It just made me totally dumbfounded for a
minute.

   After a moment, we flooded her with questions and concerns.  I offered
to go in her place.  Brianna begged her not to leave and then begged Myra
to take her with her.  Brianna offered to kill the pig herself.  With one
glance, I could tell that she would do the deed if given the chance.  Myra
would hear none of it.  She had her plan and that was the end of it.

   Myra stood and indicated that I should follow.  We walked toward the
boat and she said, "Micky, I need to take a walk with Brianna.  We will go
and make sure there are no more starfish to save.  You will stay here and
do some fishing.  This is why we all need each other.  I need to know that
the both of you will take care of each other and whether you know it or
not, the two of you need each other for the same reason."

   "Myra, I trust you with my life; I guess I should trust you with your
life.  Remember, we need you to be safe also."

   "Go and catch us some dinner ...  Mykhailo."

   I sat for a while in the stern of the boat and watched them walk up the
beach.  I could tell emotions were running high between them.  One time
Brianna stopped, turned to Myra and yelled at her.  She stopped, Myra
reached for her, Brianna fell into her arms and then pushed away from her.
I grabbed two rods and walked a short distance in the opposite direction
until I knew I was at the spot where the sand bar off shore ended.  I
started casting an artificial lure into the water.

   As the tide dropped, the action started to pick up.  I altered my lures
and, soon enough, I had two nice flounder on my stringer and was surprised
when a nice sized snook charged some baitfish up to the shoreline.  I went
on an active stalk for snook.  I didn't notice the girls had returned and
were watching me from the little cabana.  My focus was rewarded when, after
a nice cast, the side-liner hit my red and white lure like a freight train.
We battled for about fifteen minutes until I had him on shore.  It took
extra time because of the light gear I was using.  My cheering section
helped a lot.  Myra and Briana were next to me during the entire battle. 
We were so focused on the fish that we didn't notice the Sheriff's patrol
boat approaching from the south.

   I secured the fish to the stringer; they were all legal to possess.  I
told the girls to go hang at the cabana while I walked to the boat in time
to greet the deputies.  The younger one jumped from the sheriff's boat and
waded towards me.  "Afternoon sir, you have the boat registration, your ID
and fishing license?"

   "Good afternoon to you Deputy.  I hope you're having a good day.  I have
all three onboard.  Give me second." I climbed onboard and got the
documents from helm compartment.  As I leaned down to hand them to the
deputy, I noticed the other one on the radio.  He was calling in the boat
registration number.  In less than a minute, he called to his partner,
"Johnson, give the man his papers back and come here." Looking at me he
half yelled, "Sorry for the interruption, Mr.  Manchik, standard procedure
you know ..."

   I replied, "No problem at all officers.  Have a good day and thanks for
stopping by."

   In reality, the only problem we might have had was the fact that Brianna
had no valid ID.  That would have to be taken care of soon.

   On the way back in Brianna took over the helm and really put the boat
through its paces.  God she was good!  She used the GPS and navigated us
right up to the dock.  She even helped me clean and filet the fish!  As a
matter of fact, the flounder she worked on came out a hundred times better
than mine.  I think I fell in love some more while standing there on the
dock!

   We invited Ms.  D to dinner, which she insisted on cooking, and we
feasted on some of the best fresh fish imaginable.  We had fun at dinner
but afterwards we were all rather somber.  Myra kept trying to reassure us,
but it really wasn't working.  Eventually, a day on the water takes its
toll and, before too long, we all headed off to bed.  I checked my messages
and had a nice tall bourbon before retiring.  As I lay in bed, my mind
drifted between work, Brianna, and Myra.  As my mind was wandering, I hit
on my cover for the Alanis Fernandez abduction.

   Using our connections, I would have this look like a drug cartel kidnap
for ransom.  I would use our Mexican partners to frame one of their rival
cartels and arrange for their annihilation by the authorities after they
failed to produce the girl.  I knew that this would work and I knew we
could make it work.  I decided to start setting it up the next day.

   I could hear a storm in the distance as I fluffed my pillow and rolled
to my side.  Just then, I heard my bedroom door open.  I didn't move until
I knew she was at the edge of the bed.  I reached behind me and lifted the
sheet so she could slide in with me.  As I felt her weight on the bed and
start to lie down next to me, I turned and was greeted with the two most
beautiful eyes in the world!

   She snuggled up into me and said, "Nick, I'm scared for Myra."

   I shifted to my back and held her in my arms and simply said, "Me too,
Brianna, me too."
   Continued ...