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 The girls had a quiet talk in the garden after the meeting.  Then they
headed down to the pool for a swim.  Along the way, Lisa showed Laura the
well-equipped gym, a modern and up-to-date entertainment room, and the
marvelous library.  Laura was impressed.  She knew that the Vice Chancellor
was wealthy and powerful, but she had no idea he was this wealthy.  Neither
woman had ever seen anything so lovely or luxurious.  They got to the pool,
stripped naked, and jumped into the water.

   Gallieni and Holmes went back inside and took a seat at the original
table where breakfast had been served.  They opened up cases, removed
documents, and sat very close together, their voices very low and serious.
The two were beginning to make plans.

   The two men briefly discussed the second and third expeditions to
Triskellion.  The second expedition had turned out like the first, with the
galleon commander reporting that there were no signs of life with the
advance parties.  They had simply disappeared.  The third expedition had
been worse.  The initial galleon sent to the planet was still in orbit, all
systems working, but with no sign of life.  The Vice Chancellor and the
Wing Commander both decided that a party would have to board the galleon
first, gain control of it, and then head to the planet surface.

   The men outlined their plan, keyed it up in Gallieni's computer, and
decided to move ahead.  The girls would be kept at the estate for a few
weeks, training and swimming, until their health returned and they were fit
enough for duty.  Then, under extremely secret conditions, they would
assemble with the force to head back to Triskellion.  They would not be
briefed until they were shipboard.  Both Gallieni and Holmes would
accompany the mission, with Holmes taking direct command.  The personnel
would be about eighty percent military, with scientific and diplomatic
making up the remainder.  Both men were determined to get to the bottom of
this fiasco.

   The meeting went on until eight in the evening.  Decisions would be made
as to who would be involved, equipment, and planning.  When all of the
details were worked out, Holmes and Gallieni agreed to meet in one week. 
Both men would start bright and early the next day.  Holmes would assemble
people and equipment and Gallieni would free up funding and make the
necessary political connections.

   The day had been long and exhausting.  The Vice Chancellor went to his
bedroom, undressed to his undershirt, grabbed a clean white towel, and
headed into his private study.  He poured himself a whiskey and sat down at
his desk, turning on his special computer.

   The first room he zoomed to was the pool.  No one was there.  Likewise,
no one was at the gym, either.  But he knew the girls swam, and they would
swim nude, as he had provided no swimwear.  He popped out of the video
feed, checked on a report, took a sip of whiskey, and then popped into one
of the views for Commander Hansen.

   Laura was sitting in her bra and panties, in the living area, watching a
show on the small TV.  It was obvious she wasn't really interested in the
show, but was lost deep in thought.  The TV was just background noise.  She
stood up, went to the bathroom, did her thing, and then turned off the TV
and moved to the bedroom.  Gallieni switched his view.  Laura took off her
bra, turned off the lights, and crawled into bed.  There would be nothing
here tonight; the woman was much too exhausted.  Gallieni switched his view
on the computer to Lisa's room.

   The cadet was lovely, no doubt of that.  Gallieni watched her and slowly
began to fondle himself.  She was standing at the window, lights dimmed,
but the drapes fully open, looking out at the garden.  She was obviously in
thought as well.  All she was wearing were the tiny white lace panties she
requested and Gallieni had his staff acquire.  He gently teased himself as
he saw the girl unlock the door and step into the garden for a moment.  The
night was cool, but she did not seem to mind.

   Gallieni had Lisa Simoni figured from the very first meeting with her.
She was very, very sexual, and enjoyed being naked and scantily clad.  She
enjoyed the rape by the apes.  It was not rape for her; it was pure
pleasure.  The Vice Chancellor decided to stay with the view and see what
developed.

   Lisa felt the cool evening air wash over her.  She stood on her tiptoes
and hugged herself.  The air felt wonderful, and it raised goose pimples
all over her skin.  She decided she would masturbate tonight.  The Vice
Chancellor had embarrassed her at the meeting.  Even though she did enjoy
being taken by the apes, she felt that should remain private.  But now it
was out.  No point in being a prude, she thought.  She turned, went back
into her room, closed the doors, killed the lights, and went into her
bedroom.

   Gallieni watched as the girl dimmed the lights.  This was no problem; he
had light-enhancing software installed on his network.  It was always good
to know what one's guests were doing.  He sipped some whiskey and kept
fondling himself, watching the girl, and now becoming fully erect.

   Lisa stepped out of her panties, folded them neatly, and placed them in
the bathroom.  Then she lay on the bed, fully nude, knees bent and legs
spread, and began to play with her nipples with both hands.  She closed her
eyes, began to breathe with her mouth open, and started to enjoy herself.
Gallieni peered intently into the screen, watching.

   After a few minutes, the girl moved her right hand down between her legs
and began to gently tease.  She tickled over and around her mound with her
fingertips, occasionally running a finger in her slit.  Her breathing grew
uneven and ragged.  Her left hand continued with nipple play, pinching and
tweaking both nipples.  Gallieni slowly began to stroke himself.

   The girl's hips began to gyrate.  She moved her left hand from her
breasts and now used all ten fingers between her legs.  She played and
tweaked, inserting a finger partway inside, and continued to tease her
fully exposed clitoris.  Gallieni did not last to her orgasm.  He stroked
vigorously, climaxing and catching his semen in the towel.  But he held
onto his penis as he continued to watch.

   Lisa continued with her finger play, breathing faster and harder.  Her
hips thrust up and gyrated.  Gallieni watched this; this girl was alive. 
His wife, who had been very sexual, never reacted this way.  Lisa kept
playing, and when she climaxed, she exploded.  After all, she had not
climaxed since her sex with the apes a few years ago.

   Gallieni watched in fascination.  Lisa's thighs began to quiver, and
then she giggled.  She sat up, propping herself on her right hand, her left
moving aggressively between her legs, and squeezed her legs together.  She
held that position for about two minutes, her whole body shaking and
quivering, and giggled at odd intervals.  She had just had a very intense
orgasm.  She opened her eyes, smiled in an embarrassed sort of way, and
headed off to the bathroom to pee.  After she peed, she put on the panties,
turned off the lights, and crawled into bed.

   Gallieni shut off his computer.  When this Triskellion affair was all
said and done, he would carefully approach the girl and ask her to
masturbate live in front of him.  However, he would not join her.  He
wanted to study this in detail.  He put on a pair of boxers, tossed the
soiled towel in the trash, and headed to his bedroom to get some sleep.