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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
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   Stephanie was ready for a weekend marathon of non-stop sex, but couldn't
hide the soreness in her pussy and acceded gracefully to Wei's demand that
she give it some time to heal before starting again.  I was grateful
because I was a little sore, too, and I still wanted more time with Jun.

   Jun, being the kind-hearted soul that she was, laughed at my condition
on the way back to my place and said, "That's okay, Darren.  We'll just use
my cock for the rest of the weekend and give your poor abused pee-pee a
rest!"

   I grinned at the implications of that, and though I didn't think my
trauma was quite that severe, her solution held a certain appeal.

   Before sunrise on Monday morning, the six of us found ourselves again
following Master Sung through a new series of Tai Chi exercises.

   "All things have energy." He stated, continuing his fluid motions.  "A
master of his chi can seek out and use that energy.  Ancient warriors were
known to cause inanimate objects to fly at their opponents through the
power of their chi.  This has been dramatized in motion pictures and modern
fiction.  What is not so widely known is that most of the warriors who were
capable of such feats were better known, in their day, as healers.  With
the power of their chi they could remove an arrowhead lodged deep in a
wound, or separate the poison from a person's blood, and even close a
gaping wound as if it never existed."

   I flashed back to the Museum in the Festung Hohensalzburg when Sun and
Jun had guided me through the exercise of removing the bullet from
Talibah's body.  Why had we never investigated other uses for that power? I
had no answer other than that we had other things on our minds.

   With our memory of that episode available to all as a guide, however,
all of us, including Stephanie, astounded Master Sung with our ability to
thread needles and pass basketballs around, and even to heave spears into a
bullseye without touching them.

   Master Sung, praising himself for being such a great teacher, then moved
us on to the more delicate tasks of fooling electronic devices.  We saw no
need to burst his bubble, and simply continued with the lessons.

   The remainder of the week found us practicing various techniques for
baffling electronic sensors.  Some could simply be 'frozen' so that they
never deviated from their 'normal' states.  With others, particularly
digital devices, we learned to detect and repeat the 'normal' signals while
blocking the signals that warned of our presence.  Thermal sensors could be
negated by using our chi to absorb the extra heat of our bodies and pass it
on to something else.  We even got good enough to filter our images out of
a video signal.

   The Gemini people were going crazy trying to track us as we disappeared
from both sight and sensors and then reappeared in a totally different part
of the estate.  Stephanie entertained thoughts of how easy it would be to
sneak out past the security people, until we reminded her that WE would
always know where she was.  That was the power of this shared link.  We
could disappear from every known method of detecting our presence, but we
would always know where each of the others of our team were.  Now we began
to understand the Master's insistence on teaching us these skills before we
undertook our next mission.

   Friday evening found us gathered in Steve Hastings' study going over
last-minute plans for what we hoped would be our final mission to DC.

   "Between what we got from the CIA, and what you retrieved from the
computers in the House and Senate office buildings, we have enough solid
evidence to have them convicted several times over for treason, fraud,
abuse of power and God knows how many election law violations." Hastings
said.  "You will be able to gather a bit more evidence if you give the bugs
time to work and return to their garage, but it's not absolutely necessary.
They're going to tell you that they've got the Press in their pocket as
well as the judiciary, but they forget the old saying that 'What's sauce
for the goose is sauce for the gander.' I've been investing heavily in
media companies, and own a couple outright.  I'm also a big stockholder in
several others, as well as a big advertiser, so this will get enough
objective coverage to make a difference.  As for the judiciary, we have
some leverage there, as well.  Most of this administration's appointees
have skeletons in their closets that we can rattle, if need be, as do most
of the sitting justices.  I'm not looking to force a particular outcome on
them, mind you, but I'll make damned sure they remain impartial.  I'll
break it through a friend of mine who writes for the Chronicle.  He'll
appreciate the scoop."

   The mission was set for Tuesday night, and while Stephanie was not to
leave California, she would act as our communication base, letting others
know what was going on.  We debated with Steve over the roles we should
play in this.  I had been the front man with the Deputy Chief of Staff and
the Senate Majority Leader, and I thought it would be good to have one of
the G-girls take down the Prez and VP, but Hastings insisted, with the
girls' backing, that it would be better to have me, as a veteran of one of
their wars and the victim of their attacks, to be hatchet man.

   For practice, and because the government's watchdogs might be watching
for our return, we purchased our tickets under assumed identities and
remained invisible to airport surveillance at both ends of our flights. 
Anyone who wanted to check would find that we had used the tickets we
bought, but they would not find a video record of our passage through the
airport, either at San Francisco or Dulles.

   Tuesday afternoon, each of us, individually, followed a careless
badgeholder through the security gates and into the White House without
raising any alarms.

   Making our way through the busy hallways of the West Wing took all of
our new skills as well as some of the old.  You can fool sight and hearing,
but touch will override them if you allow a solid contact, so we had to be
very careful, especially when passing doorways or turning corners, not to
collide with anyone.  It helped to have 'the Sight,' since, through the
eyes of my chi each of us could avoid being overtaken and accidentally
bumped from behind, as well.

   We could detect a number of new sensors and video cameras that had been
added recently, and those added to our burden.  I was beginning to
appreciated Master Sung's insistence on driving us so hard to maintain our
'camouflage' even under extreme circumstances.

   The 'Shadow Staff' meeting was scheduled to be held at 7:00PM, according
to documents recovered from various computers, and Jun and I were already
in the Oval office, waiting, invisible, as the President's closest
'unofficial' advisors filed in.

   The President's Secret Service agents, including an extra contingent,
undoubtedly brought in after the former Deputy Chief of Staff's warning,
were dismissed for this meeting, and as soon as the doors closed behind
them, Jun and I revealed ourselves to the President.  Only he could see or
hear us as we ordered him to dismiss the advisors except for the Vice
President.

   Naturally, he called for Secret Service.  Unfortunately for him, they
could neither hear his call nor see that anything was amiss, thanks to
interference from Mei and Sun.  The others in the room looked at each other
as though the President had finally lost it.

   "No one can see or hear us except you, Mr.  President." I told him, and
he looked around to notice, for the first time, that the others were
whispering guardedly to each other.  "If you don't dismiss them, they're
all going to think you've gone off the deep end.  Of course, that would
serve our purpose almost as well, but we'd prefer to do this more quietly."

   He may have been ignorant and illiterate, but he did retain a modicum of
intelligence.

   "Uh, somethin's come up that I need to take care of." He told the
others. "I'll have my sec'tary call y'all to re-schedule.  If you'd just
kinda hang back, Mr.  Vice President, I need to talk to ya."

   Amid muttering and speculation about the President's mental health, the
other filed out.

   "When your secretary asks, tell her not to disturb you until further
notice." I told him.  I could see the Secretary approaching the door
through the eyes of Sun, who was stationed outside the office.  The sudden
departure of the meeting attendees probably had her worried.

   I should have realized that they would have set up a number of coded
phrases for the President to use to warn his secretary in an emergency, and
when I felt the secretary's alarm level rise, I didn't need Jun's warning
to tell me he must have used one of them.

   "You just don't know when to leave well enough alone, do you Mr. 
President." I admonished him as Jun knocked the Secretary unconscious.

   I finally allowed the confused Vice President to see who was addressing
the President, noting idly that the 'bug' that had been sucking the data
out of the Presidential computer, had re-docked in my shoe.

   "I do not believe that the former Deputy Chief of Staff failed to
deliver our message to you." I addressed the two of them.  "So I have to
assume that you chose to ignore it.  Perhaps you thought that, here in the
security of the White House, we couldn't touch you.  As you can see, not
only can we touch you, if we chose to do so, we could kill you both with no
one the wiser.  Every instinct I have tells me that you two need killing
worse than anyone I've done before, but there are other considerations, so
I'll deliver this last warning, and if you don't heed it, your party will
take a long time recovering from the scandal that will erupt."

   I stuck the DVD I was carrying into the President's computer and turned
the monitor so both of them could see.  Document after document, photo
after photo, and even a few video clips laid out the case against them in a
pre-programmed Flash presentation.  The two were silent, except for
occasional glances at each other and at me, but I could feel their
consternation.  All the other things that had come up they had been able to
shove aside by creating one emergency or another until the press lost
interest.  This much stuff was going to be hard to sweep under the rug,
especially after I pointed out that the original digital signature
certifications on the PDF files were still intact - proof that the
documents hadn't been tampered with.

   "By tomorrow evening, every major media outlet will have copies of this,
if you two haven't resigned." I said.  "By the next morning, every member
of Congress and the Senate will have their own copies, along with witness
lists and corroborating evidence."

   I'll have to say that the President surprised me when he smiled, despite
his misgivings, and in his good ol' boy accent, said, "You don't think any
of them newspapers or TV networks are going to cover this, do ya, son? 
Ain't you figgered out yet that they only air what we tell 'em to?"

   "You might want to re-check your facts there, Mr.  President." I said
calmly.  "There's been a lot of media stock changing hands in the last few
months, and I'm willing to bet that hard times are ahead for any newspaper
or network that doesn't give this thorough, objective coverage.  Even Mr.
Murdoch might find it hard to stay in business if he suppresses this.  But
hey, it's no skin off my nose.  If you want to take the chance, well,
frankly, I hope you do."

   I turned to the Vice President who stood watching this interchange, and
trying to figure his own way out.  "You've been pretty busy lately, Mr. 
Vice President.  You probably didn't notice that there was a big shift in
board membership at the last Halliburton stockholder's meeting.  Seems the
new board members are calling for an investigation into Halliburton's
involvement in defrauding the government and misusing funds intended for
the war effort in Iraq."

   The VP's face went suddenly pale, and my chi detected the beginnings of
something going wrong in his chest.  Almost without thinking, I 'reached'
in and removed the blockage from a couple of arteries feeding blood to his
heart muscle, turning back a couple of decades of deterioration.

   "You aren't getting off that easy, sir." I told him, as he felt the
crisis pass.  "I want you alive and able to understand everything that's
about to happen to you."

   "What do you mean?" he asked, feeling in wonder at his chest that was no
longer generating pain.

   "I mean that you aren't going to need another bypass operation." I
replied, smiling.  "I've cleared those pesky arteries for you so that you
can live through the stresses of the next few years and feel the wrath of
those who are about to come down on you for what you've done.  You think
Nixon had it tough?  You two probably should find a cave to live in
somewhere, because things are going to be very unpleasant for a while. 
Maybe your buddy Osama will make room for you in his cave, what do you
think?"

   The VP's face got beet red and I feared I'd have to go looking for signs
of a stroke, too.  "I'll get you and whoever you work for, sonny, if it's
the last thing I do!"

   I stepped right up into his face, looking down from several inches of
height advantage.  "Please, please try, MISTER Vice President.  It would be
the very best gift anyone could give me, ever."

   "Before you do." Jun spoke for the first time.  "You should know that
the CIA has tried three times, once with the help of Al-Qaeda, to kill this
man.  The Chinese government has also tried to 'get' this man.  Yet here he
stands, undetected, close enough to break your neck, in one of the most
secure buildings in the world, and very much alive.  Just how do you think
YOU," there was a definite sneer in her voice as she said that, "can
succeed where they have failed?  Your government tried to kill him and as a
result, it is in the middle of a thorough housecleaning.  Do you want to
take the chance of making him REALLY angry?"

   Jun's laugh, somehow, was both sinister and derisive.  I wanted to
blush.

   'What's that all about?' I sent to her.  'You know I haven't done all
that alone.'

   'Yes, I know, but he doesn't,' she replied, 'and I've got no problem
with him fearing you.  If it keeps him from bothering us in the future, so
much the better.'

   'You're very devious.' Was my response.  'I knew there was a reason I
fell in love with you!'

   She was about to answer, but just then Wei let us know that she had
collected all the bugs sent to tap into other computers in the building,
including the Vice President's.

   I removed the DVD from the President's computer, and bade our hosts a
good evening.  Of course, the alarm was raised before we got anywhere near
the exits of the building, but not even the locked security doors could
keep us in.  A quick manipulation of the electronics controlling the lock
on one of the side doors, a mental bypass of its open/closed sensor, and
the three of us joined Mei and Wei outside.  We passed several patrolling
guards and made it to the fence without incident, but there was no way we
were going to open the gate and slip through it without attracting the
attention of at least one of the security guards nearby.

   Finding a deserted stretch of fence, I used my chi to toss the Gemini
girls, one at a time, to the other side, dropping them gently on the
sidewalk.  The four of them then returned the favor, and soon, we were
strolling up Pennsylvania avenue mingling with crowds who didn't know we
were there.  The streets were abuzz with black SUV's and it was difficult
to maintain our invisibility, but, working together we managed to cover
each other.  Stephanie, from her room in California, was engrossed in the
drama we were living and kept reminding us whenever our concentration would
begin to slip.

   With Steph's help, we hitched a ride, unbeknownst to the driver, on a
semi headed south.  From Atlanta, we caught flights to five different parts
of the country, then, using different assumed names, bought tickets and
flew back to SFO, Oakland, and San Jose.

   Sure enough, the next morning, the news was usurped by the story that
the President and Vice President had decided, for personal reasons, to step
down and retire from politics.  The Speaker of the House was sworn in as
President that same day.  He was a crook, too, but his dishonesty was
pretty much the same as every other politician's.

   The special elections, investigations into charges of fraud and misuse
of government funds in Iraq, and plans for an orderly withdrawal of troops
from Iraq occupied the news for the next seven months, while Master Sung
drilled us relentlessly in our new skills.  Walking on walls and ceilings
became almost habitual, and by the end of the second month, staying
invisible while keeping a number of different sensors unaware of our
presence was second nature.  A couple of the Gemini guards even quit
because of the stress of trying to keep track of six people who could
appear and disappear at will.

   About a month and a half after our return from DC, Frank bought a house,
and Talibah and her mother moved in with him.  This was kind of a relief
for me, since it meant fewer awkward meetings with them.  I confess to
even, on occasion, using my ability to disappear so I wouldn't run into
them.  Jun chided me for my cowardice, and I guess she was right.  Give me
an enemy coming full bore with all guns ablazin' and I'm right there in the
thick of it, but when it came to such personal matters, I admit to having a
yellow streak a mile wide.

   Stephanie enjoyed the relative peace and quiet because it gave her ample
opportunity to expand her sexual horizons.  She and I had many a pleasant
tryst, and soon, Aunt Sun and Aunt Jun were enjoying their niece, as well.
I was privileged to be present when the two lovely ladies introduced Steph
to anal sex and double penetration.  I would never have been able to open
her back passage as gently and lovingly as Jun did, and Stephanie was
cumming repeatedly as my lover's talented cock probed virgin territory,
slipping effortlessly into hidden nooks and crannies that each seemed to
contain an orgasm trigger for the young girl.  When Sun joined them and
began exploring Stephanie's vagina in a similar fashion with her long,
slender rod, Stephanie floated away on cloud nine, cumming almost
continuously on her Aunts' loving members.

   This period also gave Jun and I a chance to solidify our relationship.
It's odd, when compared with 'normal' relationships, but there were no long
'getting to know you' conversations.  We already knew each other better
than couples who have been married for fifty years.  Don't believe me?  How
many of you who have been married a long time have fantasies that you don't
share with each other?  How many of you tell your wives the truth when they
ask if those clothes make them look fat?  Jun and I had no way to keep such
secrets from each other, so we shared, literally, every thought and
emotion. Because we didn't have to go through that period of
familiarization, we were able to grow in our love for each other with a
kind of intimacy, physical, mental, and emotional, that no other couple
could ever achieve.  It was a blissful time for us, and by extension, for
the others, as well.
   Then the other shoe fell.