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Chapter 36: Fences

Gene sat on the front porch with Holly and Silver after a night spent doing little more than sleeping and fretting. He was feeling good after a day of pleasure with the blonde and Marisa, and the good night sleep didn't hurt. They were still no closer to figuring out what to do next than they were when they first arrived.

“I can't wait here much longer, Holly. If you expect me to delay my work on this any more, you're in for disappointment.” Silver was growing more tense by the hour, and the more stress he showed, the worse he got at controlling his temper. “Goddamnit, woman. I've been working on this for fucking years! I won't be stopped by some goddamned fluke of spacetime that seems to be centered around this goddamned place. I need to get somewhere with a signal. I need to do it today!”

“Fine, Hi-Ho! Fine. Go. Just...” Holly stopped shouting. “Just go. I understand. If you find anything, anything at all, find me. I... I need to know, too.”

Silver nodded and raced into the house, returning a moment later with his sack. “I'll go only as far as I need to go to get conn. I'll be back as soon as I know something.” With that, he raced down the steps and down a gap between two fences across the street.

Holly grumbled, “fuck. I really hoped he'd have found something by now.”

“Not his fault.”

“I know that, Gene. Doesn't help me right now, telling me shit I already know.”

“Just saying.”

“Whatever Anna's up to, it makes less sense the longer this goes on. She's never one to keep a target waiting. Never.”

“If it's Anna...”

Holly didn't respond.

- - -

“Where are we, Mr. Henderson? How long do we have to stay here waiting?” Logan was becoming restless. After his fun with Juliana, there had been a definite chill in everyone's relationships. He'd spent the night again with Lauren and Finch, but none of them were in a mood to do anything fun. Lauren had let him feel her breasts, but she said she was too tired when he put his hand on her crotch.

Henderson and Panthea had returned late the night before, saying only that they needed to wait another day and that they expected to know more sometime soon.

He'd spent the morning moving from room to room with nothing to do. The others were either dozing or talking quietly, but no one seemed to know what to do next. This isn't the way a hero spends the day.

“Thought we talked about this before, my boy. We're in Mulhouse, France, just north of the Swiss border. How long? Well, I don't know. Hours or days, not weeks, that's for sure. Beyond that, I can only play by another's rules until the way is clear.”

“What does that mean?”

“The man we're going to see is occupied. Things are happening quick in the world, my boy. Things that a hero must deal with whether he likes them or not. Right now, we wait while he does just that. I tell you this, what he does means we'll be safer, so take comfort in that.”

Safety was not exactly the care of a hero as far as Logan was concerned, and Henderson's explanation did little to calm his restlessness.

“Can I at least go outside? I'm bored.”

Henderson looked around through the windows. “Tell you what. I believe my wife is eager to do the same. Stay with her, don't go more than a few blocks, ok?”

Juliana looked mortified a moment before she caught herself and offered her husband a small smile. “Of course, Darling. That would be nice. Anyone else up for a walk?”

Hannah shook her head, as did Finch. Lauren was napping in her bedroom, Panthea sleeping on the couch. Georges nodded, said, “sure, I'm in.”

They stepped outside and Logan got his first good look at the area. It was a quiet neighborhood, a few people on bicycles on the streets. There were several apparently abandoned homes, several more which looked lived in but ill-cared for. Logan wondered if the whole city was like this.

“Let's go down that way,” Juliana offered, pointing to where the street met a perpendicular lane.

They walked in silence to the end and turned right. The lane was narrow, no one in sight, bordered on one side by small lots with homes on them, the other was a large field covered in low grass.

“Juliana, dear. Am I getting through?” Henderson's voice crackled just above the breeze through the small two-way radio she carried.

“Yes. Everything ok?”

“Aye. Just checking our comms. Enjoy your walk!”

“Thank you, dear.”

Silence again descended. Twice they heard jets roaring through the sky, but the heavy cloud cover hid any sign of their passage. Logan thought it might be fun to be a jet pilot, racing through the clouds, shooting down bad guys. He grinned thinking it might be the best kind of hero.

“Mom... can we talk...” Georges said carefully.

Juliana hesitated, glancing at Logan. “Uh... about what?”

“You know.”

Logan saw the woman flinch.

“I...” She let out a quick breath. “Yes... yes we should...”

“Finch told me that... uh... that... well... what Hannah and I do... you know he and Logan are with Lauren like that, right?”

She glared at him. “You know I do.”

“Well... he told me... that, you know... with all that... he... he told me he thought about his mom that way... too...”

Juliana said nothing.

Logan thought he had something to add, getting the gist. “She's really pretty. I've seen her naked.” Logan giggled. “Pretty like you.” He took Juliana's hand.

“Right... so, Logan,” Georges continued, “you like being with your sister, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And... what about your mom? I mean... you've been with my mom, so...”

Logan thought a moment. “Sure. That'd be great. Yeah, she's pretty. Nice boobs!”

Juliana stopped walking and let go of Logan's hand. “Georges... where is this going?”

“I just... how do I say it... I... I think you're pretty, Mom. Like... really pretty.”

The teen was much taller than his mother, but she managed to look bigger to Logan when she replied.

“She told you.”

“What?”

“Lauren told you what I told her in private.”

“Huh? No... No, I just... you know, after what I saw... you know... I couldn't help... thinking you were really pretty.”

Juliana stared at him a moment. Her shoulders sagged slightly. “Ok... you said it. Ok, I know what you mean, Georges... I... god... fine...”

“I just... uh... wanted you to know... like... it was important that you knew I felt that way...”

Juliana nodded to where the fence had been broken and led them through the gap. She found a small area with foot-high grass and sat down, her skirt bunched around her thighs. Logan sat beside her, Georges a couple of feet away.

“Look... I don't know what to say, Georges, ok? Logan... I really like what we did, right? And... I admit I think about it often... Georges... how can I tell you such things? How could I have let you see such things... see me like that...”

Georges said nothing.

Juliana struggled a moment and something changed in her attitude. “This is what you want, Georges, truly? To... do... with me what Logan and I did...?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “I've dreamed about it often...”

“Me too...” She glanced at Logan. “And should Logan join us?”

Georges responded quickly, “sure. I'd like that.”

Juliana let out a long breath, stared at her son a moment, then leaned forward slowly, bringing he lips to his. Logan's boner pressed hard against his pants. Juliana moaned loudly as her hands began to move over her son's body, lightly touching his face and shoulders, working down to pull up his shirt and touch his stomach.

Logan watched as she pushed her son onto his back, kissing his neck, then his abdomen. She unbuttoned his pants and reached into his underwear. Georges groaned as his mother pulled his hard penis out of his boxers.

Logan had his own little cock out and stroked it freely while he began to run his hands over Juliana's butt, reaching under her skirt to touch the crotch of her wet panties.

Juliana stared at her son's dick a moment, shifting it from hand to hand. She lowered her head and started to give her son a blow job.

Georges leaned his head back and moaned as his mom sucked his cock. Logan's fingers danced under Juliana's underwear and slid along her dark slick labia. She reached back and pulled her panties down to her thighs, giving the twelve-year old full access to her body.

Logan thought about what he should do, not having much experience yet. She had really liked it when he licked her privates, so he leaned down and brought his mouth to her warm vulva, his tongue slipping between the folds to taste the creamy, pungent discharge inside. Juliana moaned around Georges' cock.

It lasted only a moment like that before Juliana was driven to take her son inside her body. She swung a leg over his body and grabbed his dick. Logan lifted her skirt so that he could watch as Juliana mounted her son and slid his fifteen-year old penis into her vagina.

She cried out and he moaned as their bodies connected. Juliana placed her hands on Georges' stomach and began to ride him in slow movements. “Oh... Georges... oh, son... oh, yes...”

“Mom... oh... ohh...”

Logan could only watch, not wanting to interfere with their moment together. He didn't care, his cock was swelling quickly in his hand watching the mother and son mating.

Juliana bucked and trembled, her body jerking as her orgasm mounted fast. She cried out, “oh, Georges... yes... yes... yes... ohhhhh...” Her son's eyes were closed, his hands on her breasts as his hips humped up into his mother's vagina.

Georges groaned and climaxed. “Oh... Mom! Oh... oh... ohhhhh...”

Logan's cock began to explode, semen splashing on Juliana's leg and on the back of her skirt. Another shot hit Georges' leg, one more landing on the woman's sandal-covered foot.

The incestuous coupling slowed and stopped. Juliana leaned down and kissed her son deeply, moaning into his mouth. Logan knew Georges had just cum inside his own mother's pussy, and Logan wished he could do the same to his mom.

Juliana slid off her son and flopped onto her back. Sperm had leaked out and pooled around Georges' softening penis. Juliana's skirt had ridden up and Logan could see her gaping hole and the semen leaking from it.

Not thinking, Logan again offered his tongue and settled between Juliana's legs. She watched him a moment, then laid her head back and moaned as he licked her son's cum from her pussy. Logan wasn't sure about eating another boy's semen, but the taste wasn't unpleasant, salty, a touch sweet. He lapped it up and swallowed, hoping Juliana enjoyed what he was doing.

By the time he finished, he was hard again, and she didn't stop him from sliding over her and slipping his little penis into her hole. She held his shoulders as he humped against her. A few moments later, Logan became aware of the growing tension in his groin. He swelled inside Juliana's pussy, the friction of her pubes and the slickness of her velvety cunt had him ejaculating strongly into her body.

He filled her quickly and slid off of her, smiling and feeling light.

Before she could move, Georges moved between her legs and started to clean up Logan's cum from his mother's vagina. Logan watched as the teen licked her quickly to an orgasm, Juliana's thighs clasping her son's head as she trembled and bucked against his movements.

They rested a few moments before Juliana finally sat up. She looked at her son with a small smile. “Well... I didn't expect that today... I love you, Georges.”

“I love you, Mom...”

They shared a kiss and a long, tight hug. Juliana looked at Logan, “come here, Logan.” She kissed him as well, then said, “I think, young man, you have a bit of clean on my legs and skirt to take care of before we go back, yes?”

Logan grinned and started licking the sticky cum from her leg.

- - -

“Would you please tell me where we're going?” Tamara asked for the third time.

They had just gotten on the road again after stopping for a piss break. Tamara had been all too aware of how Major Danielson had chosen to urinate right next to her while Tamara was crouched and steadily pissing. She had felt the woman's eyes on her, and it made her uncomfortable.

Danielson had slid into the back with Tamara and sat facing forward, ignoring her question.

After a moment of silence, Danielson finally replied, “Salzburg.”

“And where are we now?”

“An hour from the Bulgarian-Hungarian border. Long way to go, Mrs. Polanski.”

“It just keeps getting longer...”

The woman turned towards her with her typical unreadable expression. “Can I call you Tamara?”

“Please.”

“Call me Ingrid,” the Major replied. “Things are fucked up right now, Tamara. I know you know that, but the details matter. Because I need you to understand the situation, I'm going to give them to you. M1 has had an attempted coup, of sorts. After Victor, there was a power struggle between Spider and his third-in-command. It left M1 with a schism.”

“It has been difficult. There are loyalties to both men, and we've had fights break out often, some killed. Mostly, that has sorted itself out in the last few days, but there is panic at the top surrounding who knows what, who control which assets. You're going to Salzburg. We know it is ours and trust its security.”

Ingrid stared at Tamara a moment. “Do you play chess?”

“Chess? Uh... yes.”

“Good. Tonight, let's play chess.”

The Major turned forward and her body language suggested the conversation was over.

Tamara wasn't sure how to take Danielson's words. A schism? Another schism? Victor's betrayal seemed so far in the past that it was almost someone else's life.

The woman's demeanor was confusing. On one hand, Tamara hated to be treated so brusquely. The Major's tone was never pleasant nor welcoming. On the other, there was something about the way the woman's eyes pierced her own. They were a bright light-green, almost translucent. Where everything else about the woman was hard, her eyes were pillows of softness. Her mixed signals left Tamara uncertain what to think of the Major.

- - -

Bendal and Marisa had gone out scouting again, leaving Gene and Holly to nap. They slept in their clothes, spooning, Gene's arm wrapped around the nineteen-year old's waist. He woke to the sound of heavy footsteps on the wooden front steps.

“Holly. Someone's here.”

The blonde was on her feet quickly and Gene followed her out of the room. They listened a moment, then the door opened.

“Holly!” Marisa shouted inside, “Holly!”

“I'm here. What?”

“We saw Anna!”

“Anna? Where?!”

“About a mile away. She rode by with three grunts in a sedan.”

“You're sure it's her?”

“No doubt. Bendal's tailing them on a motorcycle.”

“Fucking Hell!” Holly yelled. “Got comms with him?”

“Two-way, that's it.”

“Find him, get me there.”

They grabbed their bags, raced outside, and jumped into the car, Marisa speeding them off quickly to the north.

- - -

Finch was as bored, as well. With Henderson and Panthea still in the house, he couldn't fool around with Hannah, or with his sister, not easily, at least. Besides, Hannah was cramping and not feeling well, and Lauren had taken it upon herself to keep the pretty brunette company. The giant of a man was upstairs, perhaps napping, and Panthea slept on the couch, snoring softly. Finch eyed her a moment from where he sat reading a book, couldn't help wondering what the older woman looked like naked, wished he could find out.

While Juliana, Georges, and Logan were off on their walk, Finch listened as Lauren and Hannah talked about their periods, and the fourteen-year old was somewhere between curious and disgusted by what he heard.

“Yeah, sometimes,” Hannah was saying, “it gets heavy about every other time. Thankfully, this isn't too bad, but still... I feel yucky.”

“Trust me, I know. When we left home, mine hit and I didn't have any pads or tampons. I had to use toilet paper! Isn't that just gross?”

Hannah shrugged, “yeah, could be worse, I guess. I just hate it when I don't catch it in time and bleed in my underwear. I've ruined a few pairs...”

“I thought the birth control shots your mom gave out... I thought those made your period stop.”

Hannah shook her head. “Not stop, just less frequent. I still get mine a few times a year.”

“Oh,” Lauren replied, “I guess I'd kinda hoped I didn't have to deal with that for a while... Mine always seems to come at the wrong time...”

“When was your last?”

“Weeks ago, back when we were leaving the US, haven't had once since then...”

“Ah,” Hannah said, bending forward and holding her stomach.

Lauren looked at her own chest a moment, “do yours get kinda sore during? Mine do. Like... they swell and get really sensitive.”

“Same. They always feel heavier.” Hannah leaned in, spoke just loud enough for Finch to hear, “makes me really horny, too... I usually just do myself, but... sometimes I let Georges play with me...”

Lauren's face wrinkled. “Really? He isn't grossed out?”

Hannah shrugged again, “doesn't seem to mind. I mean... we know it smells kinda weird, and... you know... it's bloody and all, but... he doesn't care. We use an old red blanket so Mom never knows. The one time she saw it, she just assumed I'd gotten my period unexpectedly.”

“Does he...” Lauren's voice became quieter, “eat you?”

Hannah blushed, “yeah... not like, eating it or swallowing or whatever, but he licks my nub... I cum so hard...”

“Jesus...” Finch watched as his sister was clearly conflicted by the idea of being eaten while on her period. “I guess... if he doesn't care...”

Hannah shivered, “damn, Lauren... I'm so turned on right now. I think I have to go get off...” She glanced around and noticed Finch listening, eyes darting then to where Panthea slept. “I wish we were back home... We can't risk Dad finding out... Mom would kill us if he didn't...”

It was clear to Finch that Hannah was debating how she could sneak off with Lauren and not get caught. His mind raced, not grossed out at all at the thought of what was leaking from between Hannah's thighs. Not that it was itself a turn on, but he was always aroused whenever girls talked about their private parts, even in such raw terms.

“I'll... uh, keep watch, maybe? But don't be too long... your mom will probably be back, soon, right? And your dad is just upstairs...”

Hannah smiled at him, “such a romantic... I was kinda hoping you might want to... you know... earn your wings, too...”

“Wings?”

Hannah just laughed, and in a moment, Lauren's face showed understanding and she joined in.

“We'll be quiet... and... quick...” Hannah cast a glance back to Panthea, said softly to Finch, “thank you... I'll make it up to you soon...”

She led Lauren into the bedroom and closed them inside.

Finch sat quietly a moment, trying to ignore the hardon in his pants.

- - -

Hannah threw a patchwork quilt over the bed and pulled Lauren down on top of her. The fifteen-year old girls shared a wet kiss as Hannah began to writhe under Lauren's body.

It was an arousing moment. Lauren could smell Hannah's excitement as the girl spread her legs around Lauren's waist, could detect hints of wetness and the metallic scents of the teen's period as well. It made Lauren's own genitals swell and grow moist.

She slid down and pulled Hannah's shirt up to her shoulders, sucking on her lovely breasts a moment. Hannah's flesh was smooth and covered with goosebumps as Lauren's hand slid between the girl's thighs to pet her crotch. The heat from Hannah's privates made Lauren tremble with excitement.

Hannah pulled her pants down and off one leg, spreading her thighs. She paused a moment, then pulled on the string sticking out from her hairy pussy, the sticky-red fibers showing clearly what was driving the arousing smells in the room.

Lauren watched Hannah toss the tampon onto the floor and met her eyes, the brown-haired twin looking at her nervously. Lauren leaned closer and inhaled the irony, briny odors, watched as a small rivulet of reddish fluids slid from the girl's vagina. She wasn't certain how much she wanted to think about the blood, but Hannah couldn't stop shuddering and touching her own clit, so Lauren's excitement took over and she lapped against the teen's hard clit quickly.

Hannah tensed and squeezed Lauren's head with her thighs. The darker-haired fifteen-year old tasted nothing but sweat and sweet flesh a moment, then the flavor of iron slid into her mouth as her tongue dipped lower on its own. Lauren paused, Hannah's eyes opening to watch her. Lauren didn't want the girl to think she was grossed out, so she pushed aside what was in her mouth and continued to lick Hannah's pussy, the taste of her monthly discharge thicker and richer as she lapped.

Hannah came in seconds, her climax sending her young body shuddering for long moments. Lauren could feel the teen's clit throbbing against her tongue as she fought to keep from being turned off by the flavor of Hannah's blood. The longer she tasted it, the more confusing it was, but Hannah's body jerked and built quickly to another orgasm, and Lauren found herself wanting to make her friend feel great, and her tongue never stopped even as Hannah's second orgasm crested and her body began to relax.

- - -

“Why don't you join them?”

Finch was wrenched out of his daydream by Panthea's voice as he stared at the door behind which his sister and Hannah were having sex.

“Uh.. whuuu?”

“You heard me. Hannah said she wanted you to join them. Go ahead, I'll let you know if her parents are coming near.”

“How... uh, I mean... Nah. We were just, uh, joking, you know...” Finch's words sounded unconvincing even to him.

Panthea sat up and stared at him a moment, then grinned slowly. “I heard you all talking. Still got ears that work, Finch. Go, before I change my mind and decide I'm the one who should join them...”

Finch let her words sink in before he could respond. “You... want to join them?”

Panthea said nothing, but her eyes drifted back to the door. “Hurry now, Juliana won't be much longer, I expect.”

Her eyes cast to where Finch's pants were tented out from his body, and for a moment, he felt intense embarrassment. “I... uh... I'll just go check on them...”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself. One thing, Finch. If you don't like the taste of her period... don't let her know it. Nothing a girl likes less than someone making her feel more gross than she already does.” Panthea's words were a whisper, but sounded quite loud in Finch's mind. “Hurry now.”

He rose and shuffled to the door, could feel Panthea watching him as he went. He wondered just what the woman's thoughts might be, knowing he was about to join his sister and have sex with the menstruating teen.

He opened the door carefully.

Lauren shot up frightened, streaks of red on her cheeks and lips and chin. Hannah started to roll of the bed, a small puddle of red fluids showing between her reddish thighs. She froze when she saw Finch, waiting on him to say anything.

Finch closed the door and said quietly, “I uh... no one's coming, just... wanted to join you...”

Lauren asked thinly, “we'll never know if Juliana or Henderson are coming, though!”

“Panthea's watching for us...”

Hannah looked shocked, “Panthea?! Finch, what did you tell her? Oh, no!”

“She, uh... she knew... She heard us talking earlier... she said she'd warn us if anyone came around... She said to hurry.”

Lauren was blushing. “Ok... yeah... she'll let us know... we're ok...”

Hannah looked at his sister. “What? She might tell them everything!”

Lauren shook her head, a drop of blood and cream slipping down her neck. “No, she... she's cool...”

Hannah's eyes narrowed, but she said nothing. Finch wondered just how Lauren knew to trust the woman.

Lauren changed the subject. “Didn't she say to hurry, well... we better, then...” She looked back at Hannah, then smiled. “Think you would enjoy my brother down there, right?”

Hannah said nothing a moment, but finally nodded and grinned, relaxing again and spreading her streaked thighs. “If you want to, Finch... It might be... gross. I dunno...”

Finch thought about what Panthea had said, and when Lauren piped up, saying, “it's not gross... just... different... I like it,” Finch slid between Hannah's legs and inhaled the rich, ripe scents from her swollen genitals.

It was an unusual sight to Finch. He'd seen Hannah and Lauren's pussies many times by then, but this was his first experience with a girl on her period. Hannah's labia were swollen and more red than usual, a thin line of reddish-clear discharge sliding out of the girl's vagina.

The smell was powerful, but Finch found that it didn't gross him out at all. He could see Hannah's clit straining at the top of her vulva, and he settled in to lick it quickly.

Lauren slid to the side and watched, her hand under the waistband of her pants, moving quickly between her own legs.

Finch could taste the blood almost immediately, and for a moment, he fought to keep from pulling back. The way Hannah's body moved kept him focused, and instead of dwelling on the metallic slickness that was beginning to coat his tongue, he brought her quickly to orgasm.

Finch found the flavors and odors and sights of Hannah's menstruating vagina had him overly-excited. Precum jetted into his underwear, and he desperately wanted to be inside her.

He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees, careful not to get blood on them. Hannah stared into his eyes as her legs drew up and her thighs parted wider. Penis in hand, he moved against her body, sinking slowly into her tight, sticky pussy. Hannah moaned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He could hear Lauren orgasming nearby.

In and out he pumped Hannah quickly, her vagina sticky and warm. He knew her blood coated his cock, but he didn't care, his arousal kicked in to overdrive when he felt her shudder and cum again around his penis. He humped her harder, small circles of his hips combined with deep movements inside her body. He felt his cock growing hot inside her tight, fifteen-year old pussy.

In seconds, he ejaculated, grunting into Hannah's neck as he filled the girl with his semen. It rushed out of him in pulses, his pelvis grinding against hers, her body shaking, perhaps cumming again. He came what felt like a gallon inside her vagina, filling Hannah's body with his seed, the heady, rich smell of her menstruating body adding to his excitement. Finch squeezed out the last of his jism as Hannah pulled him to her lips and kissed him, his cum already leaking out around his penetration.

Finch pulled off and looked down. His thighs and pubes were a bloody mess, as were Hannah's. Her pussy leaked a mix of red and white fluids, his cum mixing with her discharge to slide slowly out of the fifteen-year old's swollen pussy.

There was a soft knock on the door. They all froze.

Panthea's voice was just loud enough to be heard. “Juliana is returning. Hurry.”

They scrambled quickly. Finch panicked, uncertain what to do. He didn't have time to clean up, and he hated the thoughts of making his clothes bloody. He used his underwear to wipe up most of the mess and saw Hannah doing the same with her body. Lauren wiped her face on the quilt, and Hannah helped her get the rest of the spots off her skin, then turned to help Finch wipe his cheeks as he pulled his pants on over his naked genitals.

Hannah pulled her own pants up, her underwear tossed behind the bed next to where Finch had thrown his. They slid out of the room just in time to hear the front door open. Panthea had met Juliana, Georges, and Logan at the entrance, and Finch thought she was stalling them there.

Hannah rushed into the bathroom. Lauren looked at Finch, wet her finger and wiped his lips, said quietly, “am I clear?”

He eyed her face, saw a small drop of blood she'd missed on her neck, and quickly wiped it with his fingers. “All good.”

She shot him a quick smile, said, “that was close.”

Finch replied. “Too close. But... I kinda liked it, did you?”

“Yes... very much... Whenever I get my period again, I want you to eat me and shoot in me, Finch. Deal?”

“Deal.”

- - -

“Checkmate.”

Major Danielson let out a long breath, said evenly, “two-nil to you, Tamara. You've got quite a knack for cornering my queen.”

“You tend to leave her exposed. I only take advantage of what you give me.”

Ingrid stared hard at her a moment, and, not for the first time that night, Tamara knew the woman was thinking about something other than chess. The Major replied, “indeed.”

They had set up a small camp in a field somewhere near the Austrian-Hungarian border. Two tents had been pitched, and Ingrid had left Tamara no choice but to share one with her. Tamara had felt the woman's eyes on her often, though the Major rarely spoke. If it hadn't been for those piercing green eyes, Tamara might not have responded to the glances the same way.

It turned her on, for some reason. She didn't trust Ingrid, didn't like giving up control of her movements and decisions to the woman whose body language was all business. Except for her eyes. There were questions in those eyes which Danielson never voiced, but the more she looked at Tamara, the more her intentions began to be clear.

For the time, Tamara ignored those thoughts as Ingrid sat up the board for a third match. The two soldiers sharing the other tent were to keep watch during the stop which was expected to last only another few hours before they got moving.

“Shouldn't we get some sleep?” Tamara asked. “I thought that was the only reason we stopped.”

Danielson paused in placing the white king on the board. “Tired?”

“I've been tired since I left home. I'd certainly appreciate some rest. It has been a very long few weeks, and quite difficult, emotionally, as you might expect.”

Ingrid watched her a moment, her light-green eyes dancing in the lantern light inside the tent. Tamara felt herself flush despite her reservations about the woman. Whatever they shared in that moment passed in seconds, and the Major stated, “of course. We'll have time to rematch when we are in Salzburg. Should be there tomorrow. I'll check in with the watch, get some sleep. Mrs-- Tamara.”

The woman put the chess board away in a small carry bag and left the tent. Tamara was left to herself. She thought just a moment about Erol, and tried hard not to cry when that brought back thoughts of Hannigan. She missed them both, but especially Marcus. It made her that much more eager to find her husband and children. Tamara needed them in her life, and she didn't want to dwell on her temporary lovers any longer.

Tamara relaxed on the thin cot and pulled a blanket over her body. She listened to the sounds outside, heard nothing but crickets and the breeze rustling across the canvas tent. It relaxed her and in moments she began to drift.

She woke when Danielson returned to the tent. Tamara listened as the woman slid into her own cot and settled back. In moments, Tamara was again drifting.

The woman made almost no sounds that Tamara could hear, but the rhythmic rustling on the cot next to her made it clear that Ingrid was masturbating. Danielson didn't sigh or moan or even alter her breathing, but the slightest sound of something moving gave away her activity.

Tamara felt her own vagina growing wet as she hear the woman steadily fingering herself. It was only when she heard a slight jerk, then a pause, followed by another jerk that told her that Ingrid had orgasmed. There were no cries or panting to signal her release, but the sounds did not start again, and a moment later, Tamara heard Ingrid pull her arm out from below the blanket, followed quickly by the soft sounds of snoring.

Tamara began to drift again, interrupted only briefly by a new scent in the tent. Wet pussy wafted across her nose, odors from where Ingrid's fingers had, moments before, been pressed into her own cunt. It passed and Tamara's weariness kept her from giving in to the impulse to play with herself. Still, it left an impression in her mind that she might be finding herself growing sexually attracted to the green-eyed, hard-ass of a woman.

- - -

“We're running out of gas,” Marisa said, clearly frustrated, “and we've been going in circles.”

They'd followed Bendal where he trailed Anna and the soldiers for a couple of hours already, and despite never taking the same path twice, they'd mostly just circled the town of La Bresse at a distance. They stayed in contact with the man on the motorcycle as he did his best to follow where Anna led them.

“I know,” Holly said evenly, “whatever she's up to, she knows were following. Goddamnit, I wish I knew what she was up to...”

A male voice squawked over the two-way radio, “they've pulled off and went into a house. Follow the road you're on another kilometer, then hard left at the petrol station. I'll meet you at the road about a half-kilo from where they are.”

“Finally!” Holly exclaimed. She checked the clip in her handgun for the hundredth time that day, and Gene wondered whether the nineteen-year old was prepared to kill her own sister.

The three of them pulled off the road where Bendal had parked, pulling down below the lip of the raised road. “That's the house you can see ahead,” he said, pointing to where lights in the house shown in the darkness, a wooden fence surround a small yard around the structure. “I've kept an eye on it, no sign of anyone leaving or coming out.”

There was a silence which fell over all of them a moment. “So we've got her cornered, Holly. What now?” Gene asked. “I know you want answers. Going in shooting is probably not the best way--”

“We move carefully,” she said, cutting him off. “She knows we've followed. Either they shoot us on the approach or...”

“Something else might be going on,” Gene finished her thought.

“Right.” She clicked the safety off on her pistol. “No chances, though. If it is me or her... It won't be me...”

Gene cringed at the thought of Holly and Anna being brought to such a horrible moment. He hoped there was a way to avoid it.

A crackle sounded on a two-way Holly had stashed in her pack. She peered at it a moment, then fished it out, turning the volume low. They listened a moment, then a male voice broke through. “Holly? Come in, please.” It was Silver. “Please, it is vital!”

“Silver. Go.” Holly replied quickly.

“I found it. I found where the signal went.”

“Spill it!”

“We're in the clear, I don't--”

“Silver!”

“Fine. One of the connections traced back to a system I build years ago, somewhere messages could be sent that were not across the net.”

“For M1?”

“For Bridgewater.” Gene heard the pause in his response. “For your dad.”