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   Jun and I, at my place, were basking in the afterglow of a vast,
cataclysmic orgasm that, once again, propagated sympathetic orgasms to the
other G-girls.  Wei, who was on duty at Hastings' company, and Mei, who was
on call at his house, chided us mildly for distracting them from their
duties.

   Stephanie, for a change, seemed to have slept right through the whole
thing.  The more I thought about it, the stranger her mental absence from
our coupling seemed.  She really was an avid voyeur, especially when Jun
and I made love and it seemed odd that she had not come along for this ride
with us.  I lightly touched her mind, being cautioned by the others not to
wake her, that she was probably just sleeping deeply.  To my surprise,
though she remained asleep, Steph seemed no longer to be in the Hastings
house, or even on its grounds!

   My alarm transmitted itself quickly to the others, and Mei went to
Stephanie's room to check on her, only to find that she was not in her bed!

   As Jun and I hurriedly dressed, and Sun disentangled herself from her
boss and his wife, Mei checked the video tapes from the security console,
only to find a crucial fifteen minute period erased from them.  We tried
'shouting' at Stephanie's mind to wake her up, with no result.  SOMETHING
was keeping her asleep - drugs, coma, none of the possibilities boded well
for Stephanie.

   Now REALLY alarmed, Jun and I raced toward the Hastings estate.  Our
position changed relative to Stephanie as we barreled down the freeway, and
I realized that Stephanie was moving northward, probably up I101.  The fact
that my own change in position helped clarify hers gave Jun the idea to use
the three different positions of ourselves, Mei, and Wei to help pinpoint
Stephanie's location by triangulation.  Of course, without a mental map on
which to overlay the information, all we could really get was a mental
estimate of distance and direction, but when she stopped briefly, it seemed
to be at or near the San Francisco airport.

   Drugged and kidnapped.  How had we let this happen?  An undertone of
guilt tinged the businesslike manner in which our training kept us moving,
and I realized that all of us felt we had let Steph down, none moreso than
Wei.

   By the time we arrived at the Hastings estate, two choppers were warming
up with Sun and Mei at the controls.  Wei, though torn apart by the fact
that her daughter was missing, presumably kidnapped, nonetheless followed
her programming and remained behind to handle security at the estate and at
the company, just in case this was a diversion for another attack on the
premises.

   Jun and I separated, Jun going in the helicopter with Sun, and I with
Mei.  We each took a different route up the peninsula, Confirming, by our
separation as we flew northward, that Stephanie was at the airport. 
Anticipating the need, Jun called ahead and had the ground crews flight
check two of the Hastings' Lear jets.

   Sure enough, as our helicopters touched down, a charter plane took off,
and from the way Steph's chi moved, she had to be on board.  Sun and Mei
bullied the flight controllers into giving us emergency takeoff clearance,
and in minutes we were hot on the trail of the charter craft, tracking by
radar and by Steph's chi from a distance that was unlikely to cause the
other pilot alarm, while the girls fended off attempts from the controllers
to get information about our flight plan.

   As we cleared Bay Area airspace and headed Southeast, Wei informed us
that she had determined from human witnesses and other information who the
likely culprit was.

   'It was Frank, Darren.' Wei's thought carried only information where I
might have expected bitter accusation.

   'Shit!' I thought back.  'How could he have fooled us so completely?'

   'I don't think he did.' Mei joined in.  'None of us have seen much of
him since Talibah moved off the estate, and it's likely that someone got to
him while we weren't looking.'

   'Maybe you're right,' I replied, 'but I'm going to damn sure find out
when I catch up to him!'

   'First see that my daughter is returned safely, Darren.' Wei's thought
this time was weighted with both motherly concern and a strong sense of
duty.  'Then you can go after Frank.'

   'Of course, Wei.' I replied, chastised.

   On a whim, I dialed Frank's cell phone.  To my surprise, he answered.

   "What's going on, Jarhead?" I asked casually.

   "Can't talk, squid." He replied tensely.  "Hoped it would take you
longer to figure it out.  Sorry, but they've got Talibah."

   The line went dead as Frank broke the connection from the other end.  I
should have known a former CIA agent would realize that a call like that in
the middle of the night was out of character, but he gave me SOME
information, anyway.  Wei, having 'eavesdropped' on the conversation, was
already dispatching people to the McKenzie residence to see if they could
verify his story.  Meanwhile, she had begun the process of tapping into the
cellular service computers to locate Frank's phone.  He had to have known
we would do that, so I had to believe he answered so we'd know his phone
was on.  I hoped I was right.

   A couple of hours later, the charter touched down at a private strip in
Texas, about midway between Austin and Dallas.  A brief 'discussion'
brought us to the conclusion that we needed to try to stay as close to
Stephanie as possible, so Jun and I donned parachutes and dove into the
night sky while Sun and Mei went in search of a place to land.

   Jun and I waited until the last second to pop our chutes, then steered
them behind the low hills near the airstrip where the plane carrying Steph
had landed.  On a whim, I gave her another 'shout' as we stowed our
canopies and set out across country, maintaining enough distance between us
to ensure a reasonable fix on Stephanie's position.  To our immense relief,
I got a muddled 'Darren?' back.

   'Stephanie!' I thought at her.  'Are you all right?'

   'I can't move, Darren!' She seemed more alert, but still groggy. 
'What's happening?  It's dark where I am!'

   'You've been kidnapped Steph, but Jun and I are nearby, and Sun and Mei
aren't far behind.' I told her.

   'Can you sense anything about what's happening around you, Stephanie?'
Jun's training was stronger than mine and she hadn't forgotten our purpose.

   'I'm moving...' Stephanie replied, and I sensed her own training at the
hands of the girls kicking in.  'I hear an engine, like an airplane
propeller, and feel some vibration.  Now we've stopped, and I hear
something.  It sounds like a big door closing.  You know one of those
humongous rolling doors.  From the echoes, I'm guessing that we're inside
whatever the door closes.'

   'Probably a hangar.' Jun speculated.  'You must be still on the plane
and it's just taxied into a hangar.  Yes, I can see a hangar with the doors
closing.'

   I saw it too and Jun and I made our way down the hill, keeping invisible
but using the available cover to minimize the chance that anyone would note
the effects of our passing on the surrounding vegetation.  Jun kept
Stephanie occupied giving us a running commentary on what was happening
around her.

   'I hear voices!' She informed us.  'Now I'm being picked up.  I can see
light through my eyelids.  I'm playing dead like you taught me, Aunt Mei.
They seem to think I'm still unconscious.  I'm being carried down some
steps and I sense seven people nearby, four more not too far away, and
three, no five, that are probably outside the building.'

   Steph allowed her eyes to open to slits and we looked through them with
her.  We had to calm her quickly when she recognized Frank among her
captors - apparently the only one who wasn't armed.  Steph passed through a
doorway and her signal got suddenly weaker, but we could still 'speak' with
her.

   The G-girls said this was how it used to be when great distance
separated them from their sisters.  Jun and I had planned to wait for Mei
and Sun, who had just landed at a small commercial airport about ten miles
away, before going in, but the threat of losing contact with Stephanie made
us decide to take a chance.

   We stayed invisible and alert for any sign of sensors or video
surveillance, but detected none.  A pedestrian door stood open next to the
closed aircraft door of the hangar, and we slipped in undetected.  From
what we had seen through Steph's eyes, she had been taken through a small
door at one side of the cavernous hangar, and we made straight for it. 
There were armed guards in the hangar but they seemed unaware of our
presence.

   Pausing at the open doorway, we glanced inside only to find a bare,
empty room with a couple of chairs and an open doorway beyond.  Something
was odd about the room, but we pushed that aside as we made our way toward
the other door.  The room was free of electronics and seemed not to offer a
threat.

   I was in the lead, about halfway across the room, when I felt something
give under my foot, and my chi felt mechanical things moving in the floor
and walls.  My mind was already screaming 'TRAP' when heavy panels slammed
down over both doors and our connection to the other G-girls and Stephanie
was instantly cut off.

   'Faraday cage...' I had just time enough to realize as a loud hissing
came from the walls.

   'Gas!' Jun thought.

   Thanks to the G-girls training, I sucked enough relatively clean air in
my lungs to keep me alive before the gas permeated the air in the room,
then, with Jun, slumped to the floor feigning unconsciousness.  Jun and I
lay there, calming our metabolisms and preserving the oxygen stored in our
lungs for upwards of three minutes before vents opened in the sides of the
room and the gas exhausted with a rush of clean air.

   I tested the air and suffered no ill effects, so we concentrated on
breathing like unconscious people while armed men collected us and bound us
with hand and ankle cuffs to the steel chairs we had seen in the room.  I
was tempted to try to take these guys on, but Jun 'talked' me out of it,
suggesting that we learn what we could before we made our move.  That would
give Sun and Mei time to get here and be available if we needed them.

   Thinking about it, I realized that she was right.  Whoever laid this
trap knew at least some of our capabilities.  They had used no electronic
devices that we had already proven capable of defeating, resorting,
instead, to harder-to-detect mechanical traps.  Furthermore, the use of a
Faraday cage to block our communication with the others spoke of at least a
suspicion of our mental connection.

   We had to assume that these people knew everything Frank McKenzie knew
or guessed about our abilities, and while that was more than most, there
might be some things he hadn't been able to deduce from observing our
practices with Master Sung.

   Thinking of Master Sung's lessons, however, Jun and I remembered one of
his favorite mantras at about the same time: "All things have energy..."

   Without consciously deciding, Jun began exploring the mechanisms of the
cuffs binding us to the chairs while I probed the floor, walls, and ceiling
to see if I could ferret out some clues about how to defeat the room's
traps and get us out of here.

   The metallized walls and floor, whose sheen had been what I found odd on
entering, made it a bit difficult to get to the mechanisms behind that
shield, but careful searching revealed some small chinks in that armor.  I
found, for instance, that I could send a small portion of my chi along the
electrical wiring from the outlets in the room.  As I was exploring the
electrical network, I chanced upon a faint thread of Stephanie's chi. 
Following that through the wiring was tricky, but eventually I found a set
of wires that seemed to be in or near the same room where Steph, in some
anguish, was reporting our loss to Sun, Mei and Wei.  With some effort, I
managed to project enough of my chi to re-establish a tenuous connection.

   'Steph!' I 'shouted' to get her attention.  'Stephanie!'

   'Darren?!' Stephanie's 'voice' was very faint, but clear.  'Where are
you?  Is Aunt Jun okay?'

   'We're both all right.' I told her.  'You remember that small room they
carried you through when you first left the hangar?  That was a trap set up
especially for us.  It's shielded against our mental communication so I'm
having to do this through the electrical wiring, and I don't know how long
I can maintain the connection, so pay attention.  I can't 'see' the
mechanism of the doors because of the shielding, so I need you to see if
you can manipulate the mechanism from the outside.'

   'I can't, Darren!' She cried.  'Don't you remember?  You're the one with
the 'vision' that we all borrowed.  Luckily, my own connection with the
others didn't break when I lost connection with you, but all that other
stuff came from you!'

   'Damn!' I had gotten so accustomed to all of us being able to do the
same things that I had forgotten that the others used my ability to 'see'
with my chi to accomplish a lot of what they did.  'All right.  Be sure to
let Sun and Mei know about that room.  Jun and I will find a way to get out
of it.  Let me know when they get here, and we'll use you to coordinate
with them, if we can.'

   'Okay, Darren.'

   I kept a thread of my chi extended to Steph, but it was hard work
communicating that way, so I left it dormant and started exploring the
doors to our prison.  I could detect hints of the mechanism through the
minute cracks around the edges, but it wasn't until the inner door opened
that I managed to see that it was operated by a system of counter weights.
While the door was raised, I quickly 'wedged' a bit of my chi into the
mechanism, which, when the door closed again, preserved the tiniest sliver
of a chink in the armor of the room.  Not much, but it would allow me
operate the counterweights from inside and open the door at any time.

   "That gas should have worn off by now." A familiar voice said.  "Why
aren't they awake?"

   "They are." That was Frank.  "They're just faking it, aren't you
Darren?"

   I saw no reason to continue the charade so I raised my head and
answered, "Well, well!  Dreams DO come true!  How nice to see you again,
Mr. EX-Vice President!  I was afraid, after our meeting in the White House,
that you wouldn't accept my invitation!"

   "I don't know what you're so happy about, boy!" The ex-VP said.  "I've
got you by the shorthairs, and if you ever want to see Hastings' daughter
alive again, you and this little Chinese bimbo will do exactly as I say! 
Where are the other three?"

   One of the things I was so happy about was that I had just felt the
catches on my cuffs release, and I knew that Jun, having mentally picked
the locks, could be free in an instant, too, but there was one thing we
needed to do before we could take on these guys.

   "Where is Stephanie?" I asked, putting more anxiety in my voice than I
felt.  "You're not getting anything from either of us until I know she's
okay!"

   "Oh, she's okay, for now." He smiled evilly.  "But if you don't
cooperate, I'll turn these boys loose and let them have some fun with her
before I cut her tongue out and ship her off to a Mexican whorehouse."

   "You'll understand if I don't quite believe you." I replied.  I believed
he would do what he said, all right, but my role required that I insist on
seeing Stephanie, and that was okay for the plan that was beginning to form
in my mind.  I hoped Mei and Sun had made good time from the airport where
they landed.  "I'll just need to see her for myself to verify that she's
all right."

   "Tell him she's all right, McKenzie." He turned to the former CIA agent.


   "He's got no reason to believe me, either." Frank said.  "If you want
anything from these two, I suggest you bring the girl here so they can see
that she's all right."

   The former VP nodded at one of the armed thugs near the door, and I
noticed, before his body obscured what he was doing, that he opened a
hidden panel beside the door.  My chi followed his movements as he operated
the mechanism that would raise the heavy door, then slipped out.

   I got a bit better handle on how the door operated, and thought I had it
under control by the time the guy returned with Steph in tow, her hands
cuffed behind her.

   'You okay, Steph?' I asked mentally to get a better answer than I would
when I asked verbally, for the benefit of the watchers.

   'I'm okay, but this creep copped a feel on the way here.' she returned.

   'Where are Sun and Mei?' Jun was all business, and her demeanor reminded
Steph and I that we still had work to do.

   'They are outside the Hangar.' Steph answered.  'But I told them not to
come in the way you did, so they're looking for another way in.  It's
harder when they can't be invisible, but they haven't forgotten their old
skills.'

   'We want to try to find out if anyone else is involved in this before we
act.' Jun told her.  'I have unlocked your cuffs, but wait for our signal
before you do anything.'

   'Okay.'

   All this took place as Stephanie allowed herself to be, seemingly
reluctantly, brought to stand in front of us.

   "Are you all right, Stephanie?" I asked in words what was expected of
me.

   "This ASSHOLE..." Standing there in her Kim Possible PJs, she stomped on
the guard's instep for emphasis, then kicked him in the shin.  Her bare
feet made these futile gestures, but they were just for show, anyway. 
"Felt me up on the way here!  I think you should kick his ass!"

   "I'll do that as soon as I'm done here, Steph." I promised, and meant
it.

   "So what's this all about, Shithead?" I asked, turning back to the
former VP.

   "You cost me everything, boy," the ex-Veep replied, "now it's time for a
little payback on you and that Hastings ass that helped you!"

   "Uh, excuse me, sir." Frank butted in, "I've done everything you asked
of me, now will you keep your end of the deal?"

   The former Veep told one of the other guards, "Yeah, give him back his
girlfriend and let 'em go, and if either of 'em turns around before they're
out of sight, shoot 'em."

   The guy followed Frank from the room.  I don't know if he did it
intentionally, but Frank had managed to reduce the odds against us for a
few minutes.

   "Bullshit!" I told the ex-VP, continuing where Frank interrupted, "You
might want revenge, but you wouldn't go to all this trouble unless you
could profit from it.  What is it that you want?"

   "You don't get it, do you?" The balding, former corporate exec hissed,
leaning over me.  "You do-gooder types can never see beyond the ends of
your noses!  You can't see the big picture!"

   "Well why don't you fill it in for me?" I sneered.

   It got me backhanded, but, as I hoped, it set his ego off.

   "Darren!" Stephanie cried, struggling against her captor.

   'It's okay, baby.' I thought at her, 'Just wait.  In a minute he's going
to tell me what I want to know.'

   She struggled a bit more, for show, but subsided when no further blows
were forthcoming.

   "You want the big picture?" The Veep spat.  "How's this for the big
picture?  In a few short decades, this damn planet will be completely out
of oil, and the next world war will be fought over the dregs!  You stupid,
short-sighted DEMOCRATS" he spat the word like it tasted bad, "don't see
that or just don't care.  First, millions will be killed in the fighting.
Then hundreds of thousands will lose their jobs, the global economy will
collapse, and we'll be in the worst depression the world has ever seen! 
THAT's what we were trying to prevent!"

   "By starting early?" I asked mildly.  "What you were trying to do was
make as much profit for you and your buddies, and the President and HIS
buddies as you possibly could so YOU and your families wouldn't be so hard
hit by the coming turmoil.  You don't give a rat's ass what happens to the
rest of the world, as long as you can sit there fat, dumb and happy,
watching it on your wall-size high definition TV."

   "So what?" He raged.  "Why shouldn't we make a little profit out of it?
We're the ones with the vision to see it coming!  Why shouldn't we make
sure we don't get caught up in it?"

   "Yeah, I can see you and that little pipsqueak who pretended to be
President laughing it up while the world goes to hell in a handbasket!" I
pretended my own rage to feed his.  "If you two believed all that religious
claptrap you fed the public, you'd be shaking in your boots right now!"

   A strange smile settled over the portly politician's face.  "Oh you
actually think that little bastard had any part in this?  He was a popular
little puppet, I'll give him that, but he didn't have any more of a clue
than you do!  It was me and the DCOS - the Deputy Chief of Staff - that
cooked this plan up.  We pulled all the strings!  That idiot couldn't think
his way out of a paper bag, but he was very likeable, and willing to do
whatever we told him to do, just so he could be king for a day."

   "So where's your partner in crime?" I asked.  "Why isn't he here to
gloat with you?"

   "He'll be along in a minute." The Veep replied.  "Meanwhile, I want you
to tell me two things: Where are the other three Chinese girls that act as
security for Hastings, and how did you get the information you used against
us?"

   "Two of the others will be along shortly to help us kick your collective
asses." I shrugged, not really giving anything away, since they would have
guessed we hadn't come alone.  "Before I tell you anything else, though,
Mr. Big Picture, I have a question for you: While you're on this holy quest
to save the world from the coming disaster, why haven't you been using the
technological might of this great nation, and some of that money you've
been making to develop alternative energy sources?"

   "That's none of your damn business!" He replied, turning red.

   Just then, the door opened and another familiar person stepped in - the
former Deputy Chief of Staff.

   "Well, well!" I said jovially.  "Looks like we've got a quorum!  Shall
we call the meeting to order?"

   "Have they told you anything?" The DCOS asked.  On seeing the former
VP's head shake, he continued.  "Didn't think they would.  Get her clothes
off!"

   He turned as he spoke, to the guy guarding Stephanie, so he didn't see
me hook the open end of my wrist cuffs through the former VP's throat and
rip out his windpipe, carotids, and a couple of pounds of fat.

   "A few months ago," I told him as he collapsed, "I gave you a new lease
on life.  Your lease is now expired."

   Jun took the nearest guard, and, just as the DCOS turned to see what was
going on, Steph dropped to her knees and punched her guard in the nuts,
then calmly took his weapon and shot him in the head.  Anyone watching
would have thought she was a cold-blooded monster child, standing over the
guy in her PJs, ready to shoot again if needed.  Only Jun and I knew how
much that cost her.  She was strong, though, and I knew she would hold up
until we were safely away.

   I wanted to take a little longer at it, but as Wei had pointed out, our
first priority was Steph's safety, so I snapped the DCOS' neck then turned
my attention to the door.  Jun handed me the sidearm she had taken off the
fallen guard on her side as we charged the opening door, turning invisible
as we went.  There was a guard in each direction as I dove through the door
followed closely by Jun.

   I snapped two shots at the guy on my end, catching him in the head and
neck where his body armor couldn't protect him.  Jun got her guy with a
short burst from the automatic weapon she had taken from the guard inside.
Steph, not as busy as Jun and I, resumed her customary role as liaison and
caught Sun, Mei and Wei up on our location and situation.  I heard
automatic weapon fire from outside as Stephanie guided us mentally to an
exit she had seen as the guard brought her to our prison.  I left Steph
there in Jun's care as I went back in to help clean out this rat's nest.

   Sun, accompanied by Frank, joined me and we swept the place room by
room, building by building.  Soon there were no living occupants of the
facility.  One guy managed to get away in a Humvee, barelling down the road
in the direction of Crawford.  We didn't much care.  The ringleaders were
dead, and no one was going to be calling the cops in to ask why.  If there
were other members of this little conspiracy, it wouldn't hurt for them to
know that they had failed disastrously - again.

   We took the hard drives from each of the computers we found, and boxed
up some paper files that looked interesting, then piled into the pickup
that Sun and Mei had borrowed at the small airport where they landed,
leaving the Lear jets for collateral.

   We gave the pickup's owner a couple of hundred to cover wear and tear
and gas, then headed back to California.  It wasn't until we were airborne
that we finally got to catch up with each other.  Frank and Talibah were
with Mei and I, while Stephanie boarded the other jet with Sun and JUn.

   I wasted no time on pleasantries, and I knew Frank wouldn't expect them.

   "All right, Frank," I said, "let's have it."

   "They got Talibah shortly after she moved in with me." He didn't mince
words either.  "Told me that if I wanted her back, I would have to help
them out.  I figured you guys would be able to handle them, so I gave them
stuff they should have been able to figure out for themselves.  They
already knew about you guys disappearing and being able to defeat sensors
and video surveillance, so I didn't figure I was giving them anything when
I told 'em about that stuff."

   "And Stephanie?" I prompted.

   "Like I said, I figured you guys could take them, so I didn't think
she'd be in much danger." He shrugged, deadpan, but from his chi I could
feel his guilt and embarrassment.

   The conference between Steph, the G-girls, and I took only a fraction of
a second, but there was no question about the outcome.

   "You're alive right now, Frank," I told him, "because you left us clues,
and helped out after you got Talibah away.  You're now unemployed because
you didn't have enough faith in us to come to us when they first took
Talibah.  We can't afford to have that kind of vulnerability on the team."

   I held his gaze, but I think it was a better outcome than he expected,
and he didn't protest.

   "I wouldn't have blamed you if you decided to launch me out of the plane
without a parachute." He said.  "I screwed up, and I guess I'm lucky you
guys don't have uncontrollable tempers.  Thanks, squid."

   Talibah's background too, had led her to expect the worst and she smiled
gratefully at me.  Rather than sit there trying to think of something to
say when there really was nothing else to say, I joined Mei in the cockpit
and 'listened' in as Jun walked Stephanie through the trauma of having
killed her first man.

   It was, to my way of thinking, a surprisingly easy transition, but the
the girls had done a thorough job of preparing her for the possibility that
she might someday have to kill someone.  The earlier experience of having
watched as the girls and her father killed the guy who tried to kidnap her
in the park also helped, since she had already integrated that.  It didn't
hurt that she could see and feel that each of us believed wholeheartedly
what Jun was telling her, and that it wasn't just said to calm her down.

   By the time we got back to SFO and helicoptered back to Hastings' estate
(we left Frank and Talibah to take a taxi), Sun, Jun, and Mei were feeling
the strain of excess hormones, and Steph and I went along for the ride.

   A quick report to Hastings and hugs and kisses between Steph and her
father and his wife, and we retired, with apologies, to the room the
G-girls shared when they weren't in someone else's bed.

   Mei joined Jun and I on one bed while Sun took little Stephanie to the
other.  Clothing and weapons littered every horizontal surface as we
dispensed with any pretense at seduction.

   'Poor' little Stephanie, lying on her back, swallowed Sun's rod like a
pro, while her aunt's tongue got busy stirring up her honeypot.  I watched
this from between Jun's thighs as we deep-throated each other and Mei lubed
my backside.  It felt like coming home as Mei slid deeply into me, and I
buried my nose in Jun's pubic hair while two fingers from each hand probed
her eager orifices.  Jun moaned around my cock as the first of many orgasms
took her.

   I swallowed that load without thought, and knew there would be others.
The night was long and the forecast was for clouds of passion with
occasional showers of cum!  I don't know if I can even remember all the
combinations we tried in our lust for each other, but flashes stand out in
my memory: Stephanie face down on the bed, cumming and wailing like a
banshee as Mei pumped her ass for all she was worth, and Sun and Jun,
together, screwed the daylights out of me: Kissing Jun over Steph's
shoulder as the young lady bit my neck, cumming again, sandwiched between
us while Mei screwed Jun's pussy from behind and Sun plumbed my depths. 
Making sweet love to Jun, her legs hooked on my shoulders and our tongues
intertwined while we mentally 'watched' Sun and Mei double-ending
Stephanie.

   Jun and I were still at it, enjoying a langorous missionary fuck, when
Stephanie, having emptied her other two aunts, strapped on a dildo and
climbed on my back, slipping the plastic phallus deeply into my colon, then
resting there as Jun and I worked slowly toward our climax.  This one, with
much of our hormone driven lust abated, was deep, slow, and sweet, and
Steph, mostly just using her dildo as extra stimulation for me, nonetheless
shuddered through her own climax with us.

   'Thank you all!' Steph thought at us dreamily.  'I know it's your job to
protect me, but I know that you love me, too, and a girl can't get much
luckier than that!'

   None of us had to tell Stephanie how guilty we felt for having created
the situation that led to her kidnapping, and for allowing it to happen. 
She knew.  I guess this was her way of forgiving us.