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 Subject: 25 TETMD: The Reckoning Part 4

   Story Codes: torture, M/f fingering, oral

   Summary: Everyone has a plan.  Sarah has a plan for getting Ja'quoia and
Uncle Chuck together, while others are planning much more nepharious
actions.

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Ukraine

   Myra arrived in Kiev and was whisked awayto a downtown hotel.  She was
held there for twenty-four hours as "arrangements" were made.  She was not
allowed to leave the hotel grounds and was always accompanied by two
government handlers.  Eventually, the deputy head of the Security Service
of Ukraine, Yuriyi Hrastok, met with her and informed her that the next day
she would be taken to the Donetsk Theatre of Operations military
headquarters, where Shapovolov was being held.

   The next day, Hrastok had his own personal driver take Myra to Donetsk.
In actuality, little of Ukraine has been directly touched by warfare.  The
drive through the beautiful country was smooth and uneventful.  They
arrived at the Ukrainian military base just as the sun was setting.  As
agreed to previously, Myra was given immediate access to Shapovolov, on the
condition that she not kill the Russian, at least that night.

   She stood in the doorway of the cell where Shapovolov was being held. 
He had been stripped and was bound to a heavy metal chair.  There was a
bare light bulb burning above him and a metal table against the wall.  The
stench of sweat, shit, urine, and blood permeated the room.  Clearly, the
cell and Shapovolov had been recently hosed down.  She reached for the
knife which was carried by the guard in his belt.  He made no move to stop
her.

   As Myra entered the room, Shapovolov didn't stir.  His ankles were
shackled to the front legs of a metal chair, and his wrists were bound
behind the seat back.  He was slumped forward with his head hanging down.
She took two steps towards him and she could see a smile emerge on his
face. Slowly he turned his head to face her.  His nose was broken, his
faced bruised badly and one swollen eye was practically shut.

   Now seated straight, Shapovolov glared at Myra and said, "So, my slut
Ukrainian executioner is here to put an end to it all."

   Myra did not respond.  She slowly walked around Shapovolov without
saying a word.  She ended up in front of him and said, "General, you appear
fit, I've seen you look better.  I hope my countrymen haven't put you
through too much trouble."

   "No trouble at all Myra.  What may I do for you?"

   Myra lifted the tip of the knife to her lips and softly said, "I do not
believe there is anything I want from you."

   She moved to his left and let the blade of the knife slice across his
pectoral muscle as she stepped.  He was cut, but only a little.  He felt
the sting but controlled his reaction.  After all, other parts of his body
were in much greater pain.  She took another step and this time the knife
sliced up the side of his arm.

   Myra leaned down closer to his ear and whispered, "No, there is nothing
you have that I would want."

   She moved around his back slicing a diagonal from his left shoulder to
his right lower back.  This time he felt the sting.  As a matter of fact,
he could now feel the pain from the two other cuts as well.

   Myra circled Shapovolov, never removing the blade from his skin.  She
quietly hummed a pretty little song she learned as a child as she set about
systematically slicing Shapovolov with the slightest of cuts.  Shapovolov
did not speak.  He attempted to sit at attention and not show any reactions
to excruciating pain he was feeling explode over his body.  The cuts were
painful and the sweat pouting into them only intensified the pain.

   Myra's knife began to travel lower and lower.  Shapovolov's upper body
was crisscrossed with long shallow cuts and blood was starting to escape at
an alarming rate.  Myra stepped back after slicing deeper across his navel.
This caused the pig to cry out in pain.  That was what she sought, having
Shapovolov express one bit of weakness!

   She looked him in the eyes and he averted his gaze.  She stepped
forward, placed the flat of the blade under his chin, and raised his face
to again look at her.  Myra spoke, "I am not going to kill you.  I am not
your executioner.  Someone else will have that pleasure."

   Myra moved the blade so that the business edge was pressed against his
throat.  She moved slightly to his side and continued, "I lied ...  there
is one thing I want."

   She stood straight, removed the blade from his throat and sliced
downward from his neck, across his navel, down to the base of his cock. 
Skillfully she slid the knife under and then lifted his flaccid five inches
with the blade.  Myra stepped back in front of Shapovolov, caught his eyes
and glanced down as she rotated the blade and pulled it back, under his
heavy cock slicing a very fine cut along his underside and up and over the
tip.  As the blade cut through the soft, tender tissue of his dick-head,
Myra let out a sorrowful "Oooooh" followed by a smile.

   Shapovolov exploded in pain and terror.  When he saw that she was
repositioning the blade nearer to his balls, he decided to play his last
card.  He gulped a breath and said, "She's alive!  I know where she is."

   Myra knew she would hear this answer without ever having to ask the
question.  She swirled the blade around and under his balls.  This time the
business edge was down and she could use the knife to threaten his nut
sack. Her response was simple, as she scratched the point of the knife
across his sack, she said, "Go on."

   Myra never looked at Shapovolov, her eyes were intent on the knife and
the damage she was about to do the pig.

   "She is with your business partner, your boss!"

   Myra stopped, her eyes widened, she regained her composure said,
"Continue."

   He took her in, many years ago, just after you went to work for him.  I
gave her to him as a present.  You know how decadent he is ...  and he has
had your child for all these years."

   Myra stood, walked to the cell door and knocked.  The door opened and
she stepped out, handed the knife back to the guard and said, "You better
get a doctor."

   She could hear Shapovolov yelling threats at her as she made her way
down the hall.  She paid no mind to him, her mind was now laser focused.

   Myra went to her assigned room, stripped and showered.  Once clean, she
made three calls.  The first call was to the German Security Services.  The
second was to the Hrastok, and the third call, was to her old friend
Vladimir.  Shortly afterward, Myra was picked up by a Ukrainian helicopter
and delivered directly to Kiev International where a Russian jet flew her
to Vienna

   A little after sunrise the next day a heavily bandaged Shapovolov was
placed in a black Mercedes.  A dark haired woman sat in the driver seat and
exactly at 0700, departed the military base on the most direct route back
to Shapovolov's troops.

   That same morning at 0400, Shapovolov's second in command was informed
that a prisoner exchange was in operation.  He needed to put his troops on
full alert and be ready to greet his lost commander shortly after 0700.

   At 0400, elite Russian Khanjali units were finally positioned one mile
to the rear of Shapovolov's troops, while Ukrainian defensive forces were
reinforced in front of Shapovolov's troops.

   At 0720 hours, a German drone fired an Armiger III missile at a black
Mercedes just as it crested a hill in front of a large contingent of rogue
Russian troops.  The explosion was seen from the Ukrainian base as well.

   Hrastok's aide did not know Myra had already left and assumed the women
in the Mercedes was her.  After the explosion, he was immediately on the
phone, frantically trying to reach Hrastok who was inexplicably
unavailable. The aide made his report to whoever would listen and, before
very long, the news of Myra's death was circulating rapidly through
underground channels around the world.

   Several hours later, Hrastok was located at his Black Sea villa in a
compromising position with two sixteen year old boys.  Hrastok had figured
that everything was in place.  The Germans would take out Shapovolov
driving back to his men, Shapovolov's men would be stopped by the Ukrainian
"anvil" and then the Khanjali "hammer" would finish the job.  The front
lines would return to their original borders and everyone would be happy.
He never considered that the base commander would assign his own ex-lover
to drive Shapovolov back to the front.  It took ten hours before the story
about Myra's death was retracted; but, by then, it was too late to stop the
events that the news put in motion.

   As expected, Shapovolov's men reacted to his murder by attacking
headlong at the Ukrainians who were by now well prepared in defensive
positions.  The attackers were thrown back with great losses.  As they
retreated, they walked directly into the ambush set up by the Khanjali
troops.  There was no escape for Shapovolov's men, not one survived, there
was nowhere to run, and there was nowhere to go, except to hell.

   Once in Vienna, Myra was informed about the reports of her death.  She
could not make contact with anyone in Florida or Georgia.  She gave the
"go" code to all her conspirators across the world and set in motion her
plan.  Around the world, many of the heads of the biggest sex trade rings
were being executed, either by governmental Special Forces or by trusted
underlings.  In every case, the underlings, or those who took command, were
female.  As a matter of fact, in every case, except for one, women were
taking charge of the world human trafficking business.  The exception was
in Saudi Arabia where an entire limb of the royal family tree was
ruthlessly removed and a certain "hobby" ended in totality.

   There was still one very important matter Myra had to handle, and she
had to handle it in person.  In three hours, a team of ROK Rangers would be
in place in California to force entry into Aiden's estate.  Myra still knew
nothing about what was happening in Florida, but she had to go to
California.  Before boarding her plane, she was able to make contact with
one person in Florida and order him into action.  With a breaking heart,
and her thoughts on Brianna, she boarded her flight to California.

   - Florida

   While Thomas Donohue and Micky were out carousing, events in Ukraine
were unfolding.  Jack met up with the two of them when he received a
message that something may have happened to Myra on her trip.  Jack then
got a hold of Dylan and ordered him to monitor the situation and keep him
posted.  Jack asked if they should put their plan in operation.  Dylan
replied, "I think that would be best.  No matter what, we can always stand
down if needed.  One more thing boss, get Nick to go back to his house,
OK?"

   Jack replied, "Will do!" and hung up.

   Dylan paused; he knew that if he were really going to kill Nick, he
would do it as he drove back to his house.  He looked at his phone; call
the boys, or call Rick and his men?  Dylan made his choice and called Rick
to have his men come over and guard Jack's place.  While waiting for Rick,
Dylan went to Erica's room and had her pack the essentials for a two to
three night sleepover.  Erica wasn't thrilled when she heard she would be
heading back to Rick and Kelly's place; but, she was satisfied when Dylan
promised her she would be safe and no one would bother her.  She was really
sold when he told her he loved her and would be there to take her away with
him as soon as he could.

   Rick and his men arrived shortly.  As arranged, Eric came along in order
to take Erica back to the ranch.  Erica was quickly sent away to safety. 
The other girls, who were usually in residence, had left earlier that day.
Rick called his men in and told them the plan for the next couple of days.
There would always be twelve men on duty, six on the outer ring, and six on
the inner ring.  Eight men would break for eight hours a day and then be on
for sixteen hours.  He then explained that at anytime they had to be ready
to immediately leave the premises or turn in and take control of the house
and grounds.  Everyone was satisfied with Rick's instructions.

   Dylan took Rick aside and pulled two burner phones from his pocket.  He
handed one to Rick and explained, "Only you and I have one of these. 
Nobody has these numbers.  Tell your most trusted man about the phone.  If
anything happens to you, he needs to call me.  If anything should happen to
me, and I can, I'll get a message to you."

   Rick took the phone, pocketed it, looked skyward and said, "Man ...  I
got your back.  Just keep down and don't let anything happen!"

   Dylan went inside the house and gathered Manuel, Victor and Reggie.  He
laid out their duties and had them draw arms and munitions from the small
armory that was once a fruit cellar.

   Around that time, Jack made his entrance.

   Dylan said to Jack, "Boss, we're heading over to Nick's ..." and then
was cutoff.

   "No!  First I need to move the satchels!  I want them on the boat.  I'm
not taking any chances tonight."

   "OK boss, just let me send Victor over there to keep tabs on things ...
I'll take his place in moving the bags."

   Jack paused, looked at Dylan and said, "Jesus!  You are the best!  Good,
send Victor and let's get this place ready."

   Dylan, Manuel, and Reggie moved the cash satchels down to the rear berth
of the boat.  It took longer than expected but they finished in just over
an hour.  Dylan contacted Victor who reported that everyone at Nick's had
apparently gone to bed and everything was quiet.

   It was at this time Jack asked about Erica.  Dylan explained, "We
couldn't keep her here ...  it's just too dangerous.  I sent her to the
biker's old lady, she looked after her before."

   Satisfied, Jack asked, "What do we do now?"

   "Boss, you should get some rest.  Me and the boys are going to head over
to Nick's place."

   "Dylan, the girl ...  the girl who came with Myra, Brianna ...  I want
her unharmed and returned here as soon as possible.  You understand?"

   Dylan did not give away his feelings, he smiled at Jack and replied,
"She's yours boss!"

   Jack smiled at Dylan and headed into his study.

   Once at Nick's, Dylan positioned himself at the driveway exit, Victor on
the north fence, Manuel on the south fence and Reggie by the water.  The
four maintained contact with radio checks every twenty minutes.  At four
AM, Manuel reported that lights were coming on in the house.  Dylan ordered
everyone to be alert and ready.  Manuel reported that a man and a girl were
in a vehicle and starting down the drive.  Dylan ordered Manuel and Reggie
to move toward the gate and Victor to go get the car ready.

   Dylan watched the Jeep as it approached the gate and saw the girl slide
out of the passenger side as the vehicle slowed near some bushes.  He saw
that she was backtracking to the water.  He knew what was happening and
could have stopped her with ease; but, that was not his plan.  He had
Reggie come down the middle of the property to meet them at the gate Nick
had just driven through.

   Once Reggie met up with the others, he reported that he saw no one on
the property.  Dylan instructed him to stay and out of the house until they
returned or he received other orders.

   Manuel asked, "Dylan, shouldn't we get moving if we we're going to stop
him and the girl?  What about the housekeeper?"

   Dylan was at the wheel, as they started following Micky down the road,
when he replied, "The housekeeper doesn't matter.  We have these two
heading somewhere and I want to know where.  I heard he has some sort of
safe house ...  or retreat ...  or some such shit.  We're going there to
get the both of them!"

   The three of them followed Micky for hours.  The sun was starting to
rise when Micky turned off the interstate and drove another hour on South
Georgia back roads.  Eventually, Micky turned down an old hunting camp road
and Dylan felt his confidence growing.

   Dylan pulled off the road near the entrance.  He sent Manuel to
reconnoiter the land.  When Manuel returned, Dylan called Jack, waking him
up, "Boss, we got him and the girl at his hiding place.  Everyone is ready.
We'll take the girl alive and put an end to Nick Manchik."

   Jack groggily replied, "Good, you sure you got him?  It's only the two
of them?"

   "Boss, Manuel did some scouting and no one else is around.  Nick laid
out some traps and escape routes but we got that all covered.  Jack, give
the order."

   "Go get him." Jack hung up.

   The three men trotted down the camp road and spread out as they
approached the cabin.  Victor was at the front door with Dylan and Manuel
at the side window with the "flash-bangs." Dylan moved so he was visible to
Manuel and gave the signal.  Manuel shattered the window and tossed the
grenades into the house.  On cue with the "bangs" Victor kicked the door
in, and followed by Dylan, they entered the house.

   Micky, disoriented, rose from hiding behind a desk.  As soon as Dylan
saw Victor raise his gun at Micky, he shot Victor in the back of his head.
Dylan dashed to Micky as he fell in front of the desk.  Dylan half caught
Micky and laid him down in front of the desk.  Dylan glanced up to the door
just as Manuel, who witnessed what had happened, shot him.  Dylan felt like
he had been punched through his chest.  He fell back against the desk and
entered a deep state of shock.  Manuel grabbed the medical bag from Dylan's
belt and pulled out the prepared hypodermic needle.  He uncapped the tip
and inserted the needle into Micky's arm.  Manuel glanced at Dylan and saw
he was starting to become conscious.  Manuel smiled at Dylan as he started
to push the plunger, sending the fatal drug combination into Micky's vein.

   Dylan watched Manuel's thumb start to push the plunger, and then stop.
Dylan glanced up and saw that a chunk of Manuel's head was gone and he was
rolling to his side.  Standing in the doorway, gun in hand, was Thomas
Donohue.

   Thomas pulled the needle from Micky's arm and dragged him out of the
cabin.  He returned and pulled Dylan out as well.  Thomas then went to get
the car that he had parked a short distance down the road.  With both
wounded men treated, and loaded in the car, Thomas headed back to Micky's
place.  On the way, he called for a certain doctor who he knew would be
able to help.

   Thomas rendezvoused with Dr.  Mack down the street from Micky's place.
Thomas entered the property from the side and quickly neutralized Reggie
with one shot.  After a quick check of the buildings and property, Thomas
deemed it secure.

   Micky and Dylan were each taken to one of the downstairs holding rooms
for treatment.  Luckily for Dylan, the bullet had travelled clear through
his upper chest without hitting anything vital.  The doctor performed a
stabilizing surgery that would keep Dylan alive until he could be properly
treated.

   Micky was another story.  With Dylan's help, the doctor was able to
determine how much of the drug mix was put into Micky's system.  After some
thought, he reported to Thomas.

   "By all intents and purposes, that man should be dead right now.  My
only thought is that he's one serious junkie who would need a lot more to
drop him.  Right now, he's on a trip like he's never experienced.  It's
possible he might never come back and be lost to us forever."

   Thomas replied, "Is there another possibility?"

   The doctor said, "It's a long shot and it might kill him; but, I have
some stuff that could get him back on his feet for maybe twenty-four hours,
thirty-six max.  Then he needs intensive care and immediate
hospitalization."

   Thomas gave it a thought and then remembered Myra's instructions.

   "Doc, get him on his feet.  I'll make all the arrangements."

   Within two hours Micky was on his feet and functioning as well as ever.
The very first thing he did was call to PJ and have him bring Brianna and
Mrs.  D home.  In a half-hour PJ pulled into the driveway with Mrs.  D. 
When Micky looked at him confused, PJ simply said,

   "Go out to the dock, she's on the way."

   Micky ran to the dock and coming down the waterway at the helm of his
boat was Brianna.  He could see her smile and then wave.  He watched as she
expertly docked the boat.  She threw him the lines and he secured them. 
Brianna jumped from the boat into his arms.  They hugged with all their
love.  Micky tried to loosen up in order to kiss his beauty but she
wouldn't release him.  Eventually she loosened up and they met in a kiss
that belongs to the ages.

   They walked, arm-in-arm in silence up to the house.  At the door,
Brianna turned to him and said, "Mike, what's wrong with you?  I can feel
it; something inside of you is all fucked up!"

   "I'm on life support in a way.  They tried to kill me with drugs but
didn't finish the job.  I must get treatment pretty soon.  They got me
running on something but it won't hold up for long."

   Brianna hugged him again, this time it felt different.  A shiver ran
through her.  It felt as if she was hugging a dead man.  She started to cry
but held it in.  She leaned back and gazed into his eyes.  It took a moment
but she saw a spark of life in the midst of darkness.  For the first time,
she felt something new.  In her solar plexus, she experienced his ...  his
...  his strength of conviction.  It felt strong enough that she began to
believe he would survive.  She gently kissed him and quietly said, "I love
you."

   Waiting for them inside was Thomas, Mrs.  D and PJ.  Micky excused
himself to go see how Dylan was doing.  Dylan was conscious and able to
sensibly converse.  Micky asked the doctor to wait outside.

   Dylan waited until they were alone and then said, "Nick, come here,
there's a phone in my pocket, take it and turn it on."

   Micky did as he was told and then Dylan continued.

   "Speed dial number one and ask for Rick, tell him you're calling for me
and then let me speak to him."

   Micky hit the speed dial and the call was answered by Rick.  He sat next
to Dylan on the bed and placed the phone against his head.  After
exchanging some pleasantries and information, Dylan said, "The guy you just
talked to, Nick ...  he'll be taking charge.  I took a slug in the chest
and need some work done.  You OK with that? ...  Good.  One of us will call
you in a few minutes."

   The two men talked for fifteen minutes before calling Rick again.  After
both Dylan and Micky spoke with him, the plan was set.  Outside, Micky
spoke with the doctor and made arrangements to move Dylan as soon as
possible.  The doctor clearly explained to Micky the medical situation he
was in and told Micky what he needed to do when the current treatment wore
off.

   Micky asked, "Does Thomas understand all this?"

   "Yes, he does ...  he should be able to arrange proper treatment for
you, if he has the time.  Understand?"

   Micky nodded his head and said, "Get Dylan to the hospital or whatever.
We've got it under control here."

   The doctor headed back into the room and Dylan ordered him back out. 
Once the he was alone, Dylan pulled out another phone and dialed Jack. 
Jack answered immediately, "What the fuck is going on?!  Where have you
been?!  What is happening?!"

   "Boss, it ain't good but I think we're OK.  We tried to get him once but
he slipped us.  We got the girl, though.  Right now, he's holed up in a
remote hunting cabin.  We'll have him in an hour or so.  He's one tough
fucking nut!"

   "Good!  Keep that girl safe.  Right now, I don't give a shit how it's
done, just kill the motherfucker!  Got it?!"

   "That's my plan boss, that's my plan.  I'll call you when I got news. 
It's looking good."

   Relieved, Jack replied, "Get it done my friend.  We've got a lot to do
when you get back."

   Upstairs Micky took Thomas into his office and sat him behind the desk.

   "Thomas, I need you to arrange for the medical treatment I'll need in
twenty-four hours.  The doc said I could last thirty-six; but, I don't want
to count on that time."

   "Micky, I have to tell you, the treatment you're going to get will last
several months and will be in Korea.  As a matter of fact, as soon as your
mission is done, if you're still alive, you'll be taken directly to the
treatment center.  Now, before you rush off, do you need my help in
anyway?"

   "Thomas ...  no, I need you here with Mrs.  D and Brianna ...  at least
until she has to come get me."

   "You cannot put that girl in any danger; you know how Myra feels!"

   At hearing the name Myra, Micky started to reel.  There was something he
knew, something he couldn't remember!  Micky lost his balance and fell into
the wall.  Thomas came to him and helped him to regain his footing.  He
could see Micky's eyes do a slow roll backward.  He started to move Micky
to the couch when the moment passed.  Micky regained his footing, looked at
Thomas and said, "Myra's dead!  I saw it on my phone, Jason texted me and I
saw it on my phone just before I blacked out.  I tell you, she's dead!"

   Thomas grabbed Micky by the shoulders and sternly replied, "I spoke to
her no more than six hours ago!  She's alive!  Somehow, the wrong news got
out.  That explains why Jack has gone off on this lark.  Micky, you've got
to believe me, she's alive!"

   Micky relaxed, looked at Thomas and said, "OK.  I believe you.  Anyway,
Brianna will not be in any danger.  She's the only one who can do what I
need.  Don't get in my way on this.  Everything hinges on her."

   "What about your friend?  DJ or whatever?  Can't he carry out the
mission?"

   "I already sent him home.  I put him in too much danger already.  We
can't have him knowing too much anyway."

   Thomas sat thoughtfully and said, "O.K.  I'll see to the arrangements."

   Micky entered the living room and said, "Mrs.  D, go check out the
grounds and call it a day, you've been through enough."

   The woman bowed to Micky and quietly made her exit.

   Micky joined Brianna on the couch and explained to her what he needed
her to do.  She listened closely and understood her role in what Micky had
planned.  She asked, "So, when we get through all of this ...  then we
...?"

   Micky cut her off, "Then we will be together for the rest of our lives.
We'll live where we wish and grow old together."

   Brianna was crying by the time she had her arms around Micky's neck and
pulled him in for a lovers' hug.  Micky held her until her crying and
repeated proclamations of love subsided.  Micky held her away, gazed into
her eyes and said, "I love you with all my being, Brianna Fason, and want
you to be my wife.  I want us to have a family and grow old together.  You
must believe me.  But, right now, there is something we must do in order to
insure that we will grow old.  I need to go and you need to get the boat
ready.  Remember, castoff when I text you the GPS coordinates."

   Micky left the house, got on his little Honda and headed over to Jack's
place.

   - Seattle

   Sarah entered the room that she and Ja'quoia now shared.  Ja'quoia was
sitting cross-legged on her bed reading her history assignment.  She
glanced up at Sarah, flashed her a smile, stretched her hands out behind
her, leaned back and asked, "What's up Sar?"

   Sarah grabbed a desk chair and moved it to Ja'quoia's bed, "What would
you think about coming along with me on a little trip this weekend?"

   Ja'quoia beamed!  "Where?  What?  Where we going?  How?"

   Sarah leaned forward, "I've already got the Headmistress' approval on
this one.  My Uncle Chuck called and wants to see if I could go on a
weekend trip to his cabin near Glacier Park."

   Ja'quoia calmed down after hearing this.  She pouted and said, "I don't
want to be third wheel while you two go all nasty over each other."

   "I asked Uncle Chuck if you could come along and he said it was fine
with him and then I told him that if you did come along, he and I would
have to behave ourselves.  He wasn't overly happy but, he agreed.  Anyway,
it would be the three of us having a great time; you get to get out of here
for a nonschool activity, and you get to meet my Uncle.  Waddya think,
boo-full?"

   Ja'quoia gave the proposal like a millisecond of thought and happily
agreed!

   The girls squealed in delight and hugged.  Sarah was particularly happy.
After so many misses with trying to find Ja'quoia a proper boy, she had
decided to turn to the only man who she could trust to properly take care
of her best friend in the world.

   Friday arrived and, that afternoon the two girls were picked up by Uncle
Chuck at the front door of the school.  Ja'quoia was pleasantly surprised.
Sarah's Uncle appeared fairly young but had a mature handsomeness to him.
Sort of like what you see in a TV commercial.  He stood a little over six
feet tall and appeared to be in pretty good shape.  His hair was a wavy
black and his eyes were hazel.  He was gentlemanly and over-doted on the
girls as he loaded their luggage and got them in the car.  He drove an
older Land Rover that Ja'quoia thought was very cool.

   They made it to his cabin in a little over an hour and shared pleasant
conversation the entire way.  Sarah insisted she sit in the back and made
Ja'quoia sit up front with her uncle.  This made for quite the distraction
since Ja'quoia had worn a simple blue front button Chambray sundress that
day.  The dress rode up, split a bit in the front and clung to her body
like a second skin.  The top of the dress cupped her braless tits perfectly
and, once in a while, when she leaned forward to change the radio, the top
would fall open just a bit, revealing two firm breasts.

   While unloading the Rover, Sarah had managed to somehow "twist" her
ankle.  Her acting was perfect and had her Uncle Chuck quite worried.  She
convinced him that she needed to elevate and ice her ankle for twenty-four
hours.  Ja'quoia nodded her head in agreement and put together ice packs
using the dishtowels in the kitchen.  Everyone sat with Sarah in the living
room as she adjusted herself on the couch, elevating her ankle using
pillows.  Both Ja'quoia and Chuck admired the fine toned leg stretched out
in front of them.  Sarah finally insisted that the two of them take a walk
or hike, anything to enjoy their time at the cabin.  After expressing
concern over leaving her alone, Sarah insisted they go have some fun.

   Chuck excused himself for the bathroom leaving the two girls by
themselves.  Ja'quoia asked, "Sarah, just what do you think you're pulling?
That ankle is about as strained as mine."

   "Jac, what do you think of Chuck?  Isn't he handsome?  So ...  manly!"

   Smiling and glancing towards the bathroom, Ja'quoia leaned forward and
said, "You didn't do him justice!  I can see why you chose him.  Ya' know,
he's not gorgeous or anything; but, once you spend time with him, he just
becomes hotter and hotter."

   "Good, I've set the two of you up, keep flirting with him ..."

   "I haven't been flirting!"

   "Girl ...  you have, but you don't know it.  You want him pretty bad, I
can see it.  Trust me on this, go with the flow, do what comes natural, I'm
OK with whatever happens.  Actually, I want something to happen!  He's
perfect for you."

   Ja'quoia was about to reply when Chuck came back in the room.  She
leaned back, placed her foot on the coffee table and asked, "Charles?  Will
I be fine wearing my sandals or do I need to get changed into more
appropriate attire?"

   Sarah almost laughed out loud.  She marveled at Ja'quoia's forward
behavior.

   Chuck coughed slightly, looked at Ja'quoia's limber leg and then at
Sarah, and said, "Ahem, I think you're as fine as fine gets.  No need to
change footwear."

   Ja'quoia stood up, pressed her dress down over her hips and said, "Just
give me a moment to freshen up and I'll be right with you."

   Chuck couldn't help himself; he stared at Ja'quoia's backside as she
walked out of the room.  The effect of the dress, along with her perfect
ass, perfect legs, and thin waist ...  well, he couldn't pull his eyes
away.

   Sarah watched her uncle from the couch and let out a small giggle. 
Chuck turned to her with the look of a small boy whose hand was caught in
the candy jar.  Sarah waved him closer and he sat on the edge of the couch.


   "Uncle Chuck, we've got a good thing and it might just get a whole lot
better.  Ja'quoia hasn't been with a proper man yet and I really think
you're the one to show her how things should be.  If this goes well, we'll
all be having an unbelievable time.  You especially, you'll be in seventh
heaven.  As a matter of fact, you take care of her, and I'll come up with
something extra special for you!"

   "Sar ...  you're shitting me, right?  This can't be happening.  You're
serious?" Looking towards the bathroom, he continued, "She is so fucking
hot!" Looking back at Sarah, "The three of us?" Of course I'm in!  Christ,
I would be in no matter what!  How about you?  You going to be alright?"

   "Sweetie, I'm fine.  I want you two to hook up and you to treat her
extra special.  She is extra special, you know.  I love her and you better
not pull some guy shit on her.  Now walk her up to that lookout deck, where
we first kissed, and do that voodoo turn-on magic you're so good at! 
Understand?"

   Chuck smiled, leaned in to Sarah and kissed her as lovingly as possible.
He looked her in the eyes and said, "I have always loved you and always
will.  I'll do my part and this will be the start of a whole new chapter
for us."

   Ja'quoia and Chuck headed out for the one-mile walk to the lookout deck.
There were a few spots where Chuck had to help Ja'quoia, but that turned
out fine because it lead to the two of them holding hands while walking. 
The handholding caused to them to bump into each other as they walked and,
eventually, to Ja'quoia pressing into Chuck as they walked up to the deck.

   They walked out onto the deck and the view was majestic.  Ja'quoia kept
hold of Chuck's hand as she stepped forward to the railing and said, in
awe, "I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life."

   Chuck, still behind her a bit looked down at her ass and simply said, "I
haven't ever seen anything as beautiful either."

   Ja'quoia grasped what he was talking about, quietly laughed and said,
"You're bad Charles." She lifted her right hand, that was holding his hand,
up and over her head so he ended up with his left arm wrapped around her
waist.  As Ja'quoia made this arm move, she slid to the right, putting
herself in front of Chuck.

   Chuck was a bit surprised by her move at first but quickly joined her in
positioning himself right behind her.  He moved his right hand up her
thigh, over to her stomach and rested his chin on her right shoulder.  He
inhaled her aroma and was delighted with the freshness and light aroma of
lilac that massaged his nostrils.

   Chuck buried his nose into Ja'quoia's hair; inhaled deeply and exhaled
with an audible "mmmm ..." as he did this he pulled her tighter into him.

   Ja'quoia pushed back into Chuck and moved her head to the side to give
him more room along her neck.  She had her hands over his arms and started
to pull him in tighter.  Slowly she turned to her right and found his lips
with hers.  Still standing back to front, they kissed.  Chuck's right hand
slowly made it way from her waist back down her thigh until it found the
hem of her dress.

   They broke their kiss as Chuck lifted her dress from the side and he
slid his hand upwards along her thigh to her ass.  Years of experience had
taught Chuck that now was not a time to talk but to whisper sweet nothings.
The girl he held was completely compliant with his manipulations and was
even starting to actively participate.

   Ja'quoia was enjoying herself.  So far, everything was perfect.  He
seemed to read her like a book.  He treated her like a lady, he appreciated
and commented on her looks, he showed his desire for her but also was
caring enough to make sure her needs were tended to.  As she moved her ass
back into him, she could feel his hardness pressed against her.

   Chuck lifted his hand further and slid it into the waistband of her
panties.  He stepped back and to the left a bit in order to give himself
enough room to operate, as well as a clear view of the beautiful girl in
front of him.

   She was almost on her tiptoes, legs spread enough for his hand, her back
was arched and she had her hands firmly on the railing in front of her.  He
carefully caressed her ass, sliding his fingers up and down her crack, and
then kneading each firm cheek.  Ja'quoia was arching back further, inviting
his hand to explore further.  Chuck complied, with a bend of his wrist her
panties moved down out of the way and he slid his fingers under and forward
to hot moistness between her legs.  His middle finger reached the furthest
and contacted her clit; Ja'quoia jolted and let out an audible breath.

   Chuck continued working his fingers along Ja'quoia's pussy, pushing
deeper and deeper into her until his middle finger went third knuckle deep
into her.  Ja'quoia's breathing had been getting louder and this caused her
to let out more of a martial arts yelp.  Chuck kept his finger inside her
and pushed his hand up against her while he unbuttoned the middle of her
dress with his free hand.  He reached for and found her firm tits and
started to squeeze and pinch her nipples as he started to pump his finger
into her.  Soon, he added another finger to her pussy and set her off like
a rocket.

   Ja'quoia unexpectedly found herself in the middle of a multi-orgasmic
fit.  She had no real control over her body anymore.  Wave after wave of
electric pleasure was coursing through her body in response to what Chuck
was doing to her.  Just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, he pulled
his fingers out of her pussy and began to run his wet fingers over her
clit. That did it!  Ja'quoia's hips pushed back into his hands as she let
out a squeal through gritted teeth.  She had two very strong convulsions at
which time Chuck started to slow down.  His hands moved softer and slower.
He eventually pulled her back up to face him and then he kissed her with a
passion she had never felt before.

   As she turned into him to press forth with her kiss, she felt his rock
hard cock straining against his pants.  Although she had never done this
before, she dropped to her knees with every intention of sucking Uncle
Chuck's dick until it exploded on or in her.

   Even as she was moving to her knees, Chuck was unbuckling his belt and
pulling his pants down.  By the time Ja'quoia was settled she had an
engorged, fully erect, seven inch dick staring her in the face.  She had
never seen anything more scary and sexy ever before.  As she scanned
Chuck's business end, she realized that Sarah's Uncle Chuck's toy was
actually very similar to the real thing.  Ja'quoia had practiced on that
toy many times under Sarah's coaching.  She smiled as she recalled the old
saying "You practice like you play."

   With both hands wrapped around his shaft, Ja'quoia hungrily took Chuck
into her mouth.  She stroked him as she sucked his dick in and out of her
mouth.  Ja'quoia, due to her jaw structure, had a wide mouth, which was
practically designed by the good Lord himself for sucking a dick; and, she
put her natural attribute to work for the first time with all her heart.

   Chuck was caught off guard.  He had received some enthusiastic blowjobs
before, but this was beyond comparison.  He leaned back and thrust his hips
forward while holding the back of Ja'quoia's head.  She continued sucking,
sliding her lips up and down his shaft, using her tongue in the perfect
fellate fashion.  She then removed her mouth from his dick and demonstrated
her tongue abilities in full view of Chuck.  He was locked on her eyes and
the two of them were in synch.  When she looked to his cock in her hands,
he looked at what her tongue and mouth were doing to him; and, when she
looked up at him, he stared into her eyes.

   Chuck felt the buildup, his ass was clenching and his breath was getting
shorter.  He looked down at Ja'quoia and saw that she was smiling at him as
she jacked his cock.

   He said, "Move to the side, stay clean!"

   Ja'quoia shifted her position just as the first jet of cum rocketed out
of the dick in her hand.  The load went under the railing and landed in the
bushes beyond.  Two more spurts rocketed out and then Chuck's emissions
became more of a lava-like flow for a minute, in time with his continuing
convulsions.  Ja'quoia held his dick as it seeped the remainder of his cum
and started to soften.

   Chuck leaned forward and placed his hand on the railing to support
himself as he tried to catch his breath.

   "Holy shit Jac!  That was the best ever!  You are one absolutely amazing
woman!  C'mon up here."

   As Ja'quoia stood, she pulled Chuck's pants up.  He got himself all
properly put away and pulled the beautiful girl in front of him in for a
kiss.  She tasted wonderful and was starting to get herself worked up
again.

   Chuck broke away, keeping her in his arms, and said, "We have all
weekend.  Let's walk back and see how out "injured" girl is doing."

   Ja'quoia laughed and said, "More like our little schemer!"

   Chuck laughed a little and then asked, "Are you upset with her for
setting us up?"

   "No!  No, quite the contrary!  I am so happy I can't explain it.  This
is just perfect!"

   Ja'quoia pulled herself into Chuck and he held her tighter.

   He said, "I think this may be the most important weekend of my life."

   Ja'quoia, if it was even possible, held him tighter.

   On the walk back, Chuck inquired about Ja'quoia and Sarah's
relationship. She was at first unsure then told him everything.  She not
only explained their physical relationship; but also the openness of their
emotional relationship.  Chuck listened and signaled his approval.  He
decided that this weekend would be just for Ja'quoia and him.  If Sarah
wanted a threesome or something, she would have to wait.

   The evening dinner was very pleasant.  Sarah was almost too giddy and
too happy for the two loves of her life.  Even when Chuck explained how
that night, and the rest of the weekend, would be dedicated to Ja'quoia,
she was even happier than before.

   They ate, watched the sunset and then played some cards.  At ten PM,
Chuck announced he was going to head to bed.  Ja'quoia glanced at Sarah,
who quickly nodded her head.

   Ja'quoia said, "Hey, wait for me!" She hooked her arm around Chuck's and
they walked up the stairs to his room.

   - California

   Myra arrived in California at the private airstrip only a half hour from
Aiden's estate.  She was met by Mr.  John Jackson of the C.I.A.  and
Colonel Han-jae Park of the Republic of Korea Marines.

   Mr.  Jackson made the introductions and commented, "Ma'am, this whole
operation is highly unusual.  I have never heard of foreign troops
conducting operations on U.S.  soil."

   Myra smiled at Col.  Park and he smiled back.

   "Mr.  Jackson, you of course have heard all the rumors and conspiracy
stories about foreign troops being based here in the U.S.?  Well, they're
not completely untrue.  It's nowhere the size that the idiots think, nor
are they just sitting around waiting for some sort of signal.  God!  Those
people are so ignorant!  No, there are some friendly partners of the U.S.
that have small elite units stationed across the country.  At times, it is
best to be able to have action taken that must have a level of deniability.
And, sir, the finest such troops in the world are under Col.  Park's
command.  Now, your duty only goes as far as here.  Col.  Park will contact
you after the extraction has occurred and the operation is over.  At that
time, and only at that time, you will report to your superior that the
`event' has ended."

   Mr.  Jackson had many more questions but dared not ask a single one.  He
stood at attention in front of Myra and Col.  Park and responded with a
serious, "Yes, ma'am."

   Myra and the Colonel got into his vehicle and headed to Aiden's estate.

   Col.  Park reported, "So far we have all our men in position.  With you
here, I will order the men to take the clinic.  All the children will be
safe.  As I understood the orders, no adults are to be spared."

   "Exactly, please order your men to proceed."

   "The men at the main estate house have already neutralized the secondary
guards and are awaiting orders."

   "They will wait until we are at the front gate.  Then we will roll the
assault to the front door.  Have you penetrated the main building yet?"

   "Yes, we have two men inside awaiting orders."

   "You make sure they don't harm any children or civilians."

   As Col.  Park affirmed Mayra's order, they arrived to their staging
area, one hundred yards from the main gate.
   To be continued ...