Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2012 23:58:24 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Francis. Part Twenty One.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

     Part Twenty One

     Back to the mundane task of reading the French newspapers and other
snippets that were constantly being dropped on my desk. Then the writing of
any reports of things that might be noteworthy before doing the cross
filing. Wesson took time off from his work to speak to contacts in the army
about landing craft. This also involved speaking to an American attaché,
using my name. This resulted in Sir Gervaise being invited to lunch at the
embassy to discuss it further. This meant changing clothes at work to slip
out of the back entrance as Gervaise for lunch the next day.

     It was nice doing business with the Americans. All done and dusted
there over lunch. One amphibious landing craft at a camp in Fort Lauderdale
on hire for six months, payable before taking delivery plus insurance. An
aide who dined with us, promised to set things in motion that afternoon to
have it freighted by ship as deck cargo for delivery to the island. I, in
turn, said that my man would shortly be calling upon the camp to pay the
money after getting it from my bank in Nassau. So pleasant and quick, and I
only wished that the British people could move as fast as that.

                                                           *

     That evening I had lots of letters to write, some on my new stationery
that I'd had printed. It looked impressive for official correspondence, but
rather over the top for personal use. Good quality paper with the full name
and title of Gervaise and all the letters that followed, this under the
impressive coat of arms. I'd had three sets printed using the London
address, the village one and the other of the chateau in France. The last
one looked really good if I say so myself. I'd already told William to
scoot round to the American Embassy and give the name of Sir Gervaise, and
they would immediately give him a visa for entry into the country, also
invited over for dinner the following evening to go over last minute things
plus to collect the letters.

     `I think you need a personal secretary now,' Wesson said when I'd
finally finished writing. I had to agree with him as I stretched my back to
ease the ache that had formed there.

     `How personal do you think?' I grinned at him, `Male or female?'

     `Female, definitely. I don't want to finish up in a menagerie for
three.'

     `A zoo!' I laughed, `Don't you mean ménage a trois?'

     `I know you speak French, but I prefer it in the English. Two's
company, three's a crowd.'

     `Well shall us two go to bed and merge and become a company?'

      `Best thing you've suggested all day,' he said with a smile as he
came and lifted me up from the chair and kissed me. So we merged and both
enjoyed the company. But he was right, I reflected later in his
arms. Things were starting to get on top of me, apart from Wesson, in all
the things I had started to deal in.

     The solicitor Truell handled things okay for the village side and
there was my lawyer here in London for the rest, but even he had had to
take someone on to help him. Then there was the lawyer in France and only
Sam out in Nassau. I was spending too much time away, figuratively
speaking, from Wesson by doing it myself. I was too tired to discuss it
that night, but brought the subject up the following night at dinner, and
we continued the discussion in bed.

     `Do you think you could find the right kind of female somewhere in one
of the ministries to be my personal secretary. I would prefer someone who
has seen military service, W.R.A.C. or W.R.E.N. Not really a W.A.F., but
also someone who has signed the official secrets act and all that. There's
bound to be someone who wouldn't mind changing jobs for more pay. But there
would be a problem and it's only one that you can decide, so the final
decision would have to be yours.'

     `What's that my sweet?'

     `She would have to be told the truth from the very start. We wouldn't
be able to keep it all a secret for very long.'

     `Oh,' was all I got for a long time before he said anything
else. `That makes it very difficult,' he finally said.

     `Look,' I said, propping myself up an elbow. `There must be lots of
other people like, like er, me in the service.'

     `You were going to say us then, weren't you?'

     `No! You're not like me! You only do it because you love me and I made
you do it. You weren't born the same way I was, so don't ever think of
yourself as not being a man. You are all man and that is why I love
you. But if there are people like me doing it, there must be women who do
the same thing. Lesbians. I bet Frobisher knows everybody's dark
secrets. Why not ask him?'

     `I can't ask him that!' Wesson protested.

     `Well I can. I'll ask him and see what he says. Look, if I were really
in the ordinary army, I'd get slung out for being what I am. The same
applies to women. They have as much to lose as I do, but Frobisher
tolerates and uses us, so why shouldn't he help?'

     `He might, he might not,' was Wesson's answer.

     `Look darling,' I said snuggling up to him, `you said it yourself. If
I do have a P.A. we wouldn't be able to carry on as we are. How can I be
both Gervaise and Francis without her finding out, and then it's only a
short step to her putting two and two together regarding us. Now if she's
ordered by Frobisher to work with us, what can she say, especially if he
lets it be known that he knows about her sexual proclivities.'

     `That's blackmail!'

     `One of Frobisher's many talents. Well what do you say? Either it's a
P.A. or you'll be seeing even less of me than you do now.'

      `But that's blackmail too, just like Frobisher!' he protested.

      `I just knew he was trying to teach me something, but I never did
really figure out what it was. Now look Wesson,' I said, sitting up now and
started to tap him on the chest. `What if we rake in her girl friend
too. Don't you see it? We can then go anywhere! Two men and two women! Just
because we swap bedrooms at night, who's going to know? It's a perfect
cover.'

     With a little bit of kissing and penile fondling, I got him to
agree. So next day, leaving it till around lunch time and could get a drink
from him, I went to see Frobisher. He laughed when I told him about the
blackmail angle from all sides.

     `You definitely are learning the job Francis,' he said, and by using a
little on him, he agreed to see what he could do. As I said to Wesson,
Frobisher knew everybody's dirty secrets and soon had two different women
for me to interview for a new job, though they hadn't been told the
details. I didn't like the first one at all, but the second one was a girl
I wouldn't mind being seen on my arm when I was Gervaise.

                                                           *

     `Your name is Penelope Bulstrode and you've worked at the Ministry for
four years in a secretarial position having signed the Official Secrets
Act.' I was doing the interview in my sitting room at home, and she
nodded. `Now you wouldn't mind a change of job so I believe, one that would
be a bit more exciting?' She said yes to that. `Now it involves handling my
private affairs and doing quite a bit of travelling on my behalf. Sometimes
with me and sometimes without, but quite often with your partner. Oh I
forgot to mention that she is part of the deal, as we travel undercover
most of the time.'

     `She?' was the surprised response from Penny as I had decided to call
her.

       `Yes Penny. You don't mind me calling you Penny do you?' She shook
her head looking a bit stunned.

     `Your partner is a Louise Hepworth, working in the same department
where you met three years ago. I believe you call her Lou. You share the
same flat, and bed in Putney.'

     `Now look here,' Penny said, starting to rise up from the settee. I
held up my hand to stop her.

     `Listen and hear me out Penny. I've not brought you here to cast
stones, if you know your Bible. You are here because of your relationship
with Lou and that is why I want you to work with me and Wesson. When you
hear my story you will then fully understand why I think you are perfect in
all respects. Now I am going to reveal a secret to you that only about ten
people in the whole world know. When I say world, I mean just that, from
America to Hong Kong and in between. Come, let me show you something.' I
stood up and smoothed down my dress as I stood up. I had made sure that my
make-up was perfect and that my stockings didn't have ladders in them when
I dressed carefully for this meeting. My actions of sitting down and
getting up were exactly that of a woman, well I had been doing it for years
so it was quite natural to me now. I took her through to the bedroom to
where the unfinished portrait was, thinking that I must make the time to
sit for it to be finished.

     `This is in the process of being painted. What do you think of it?' I
had turned it round for her to see.

     `Why, he looks just like you,' she exclaimed.

     `It's my twin brother, Sir Gervaise, and the space next to him is for
me. Now you say he looks like me?'

     `Well you said he was your twin and yes, you do look exactly alike.'

     `Now I'm going to give you a shock Penny. Are you easily shocked? I
asked.

     `After the first one in the other room where you know so much, I think
I can stand another.'

     `Okay. Look at me and tell me what you see, truthfully now.'

     `I see a very beautiful woman. A little on the short side, but
perfectly in proportion to the face and figure.'

      `Thank you. Now come closer and give me your hand.' This she did
standing quite close to me and I think the thought that went through her
mind was that I was going to kiss her. I took her hand in mine and pressed
it up into my groin.

     The shock on her face was a picture as her eyes went wide and her
mouth dropped open as she felt my cock and balls beneath the thin fabric of
my frock.

     `You see, not all things are as they appear to be, and we all have
secrets to hide.' I let go of her hand and she finally closed her
mouth. `This is my secret and my disguise. Gervaise here is me as I am also
Francis.'

     `But Sir Gervaise is a war hero,' she stuttered.

     `At your service ma'am,' I said, giving her a curtsey. `Do you like
the disguise?' All she could do was stutter as we walked back into the
sitting room. I went to the drinks cabinet and poured myself a gin and
tonic and asked her what she would to drink. She stuttered out for the
same, and took a big gulp of it when I handed her the glass.

     `Quite a shock I imagine,' I said dryly.

     `You can say that again,' taking a sip this time of her drink.

     `So you see, we are quite in the same boat so to speak. You being the
feminine partner to Lou and me being the feminine partner to Wesson.'

     `Wesson?'

     `Yes. Didn't you guess he was my lover.'

     `Well yes, but that was only natural, you being a...'

     `Woman? Exactly the impression we have given out, but it becomes
rather difficult when I have to travel as Sir Gervaise. I think you are
intelligent enough to see the problems we run into. What all four of us do,
is illegal in the eyes of the law and therefore have to be very careful,
and as well as being my personal secretary, Lou and yourself are the
perfect pair to travel with us as two normal couples. Lou is the only other
person you can tell all this to, for reasons which I have just stated.

      Now Frobisher knows all about this and has already agreed to both of
you working with, and for me. There'll be quite some travelling abroad, but
you'll always be on expenses so there will be no need to worry about your
pay. You will not have to touch it to live like ladies. Talking of pay, do
know that I've not been paid one penny Penny, since I started working for
that man. That gives me a certain licence to keep or share whatever I
manage to find in the course of my work. It's made me a millionaire so as I
said, you'd be living on expenses from now on. Er, you will be taking on
the job I take it?'

     `Take it? Oh yes please! It sounds so exciting. When do I start?' she
said with an excited catch in her voice.

     `You already have or I wouldn't have revealed myself to you. Now I
know exactly how much rent you pay in Putney, and it is quite a chunk out
of your pay. I have, I think, three flats on the third floor. You and Lou
can move in here. They have their own kitchens and what you do up there is
no concern of mine. It would help if you took advantage of the offer,
because I do most of my paperwork in the evenings and you could then sort
it out the next day. At the moment, there isn't enough work for two, so for
the time being until we can have my affairs sorted, Lou can continue at the
Ministry until there is enough for both of you to work together. Now how
does that sound?'

     `I...I don't know how to thank you,' and I think it must have been
just an impulse, but she jumped up and kissed me, her arms round my neck as
she pressed her soft sweet lips to mine.

     `Oh, oh,' her hand went to her mouth, `I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have
done that,' her face going red, ` it...it just seemed to happen. It won't
happen again, I'm sorry.'

     `You can do it again if it fits the picture when I'm travelling as
Gervaise,' I laughed to show her that it meant nothing to me, but I did
have a stirring down below when she had kissed me.

     `Right, now here is fifty pounds,' I said, taking the money out of my
bag. `Take a taxi back to the Ministry and clear out your desk and then
take Lou home to Putney and talk about moving in here. Tomorrow is Friday,
so Saturday would be fine and then we can all get together to talk through
Sunday. Now off you go.'

     `Thank you ever so much Miss Francis. Oh, it seems funny saying that
when, well you know.'

     `You'll get used to it. Anyway, when were alone or with Wesson and
Lou, it's Francis when I'm wearing my finery. Miss in front of staff or
strangers, but it's Gervaise when I'm in trousers and Sir Gervaise again in
front of staff or strangers, okay?'

     `Okay,' she laughed as Palmer came in to show her out and call a
taxi. I couldn't resist blowing her a really feminine kiss that made her
giggle as she left.

                                                   *

     Wesson was still dubious at me having told somebody else about us, but
he saw the logic and sense of the four of us travelling together to allay
suspicion. I was happy now that I had sorted this out and looked forward to
meeting Lou as I was already quite taken with Penny and hoped it would be
the same with her partner.

     It was late on the Friday and my desk was cleared as was Wesson's when
another note was dropped in front of me.

     `Just as we're going,' I complained as I picked it up, but it wasn't
work. It was a brief one from Penny. "Lou excited. See you Saturday". I had
warned Palmer that we might have people moving in so I was now able to
confirm it with him, but said that they were to fend for themselves and he
was not at their beck and call. Then in the next sentence, told him to tell
Perkins that it would be four for dinner on Saturday and also for Sunday
lunch. Beck and call I heard him sniff as he left the room, and I couldn't
help but chuckle at the thought that he would soon be seeing after Penny as
well.

     Saturday was a nice morning, eating breakfast in bed with Wesson and
then laying together to perform oral acts slowly on each other before each
of us taking the other from behind to finish it off. Then it was the shower
and smelling sweet, got dressed, taking care to look my best for my first
meeting with Lou.

     I was pleasantly surprised when we were introduced in the down-stairs
hall that afternoon. I think I was expecting some type of macho muscular
heavy female with a grip of iron to meet me. Instead, I would say she was
more of a mother figure, not at all fatherly. Same height and around the
same age with a very pleasant homely face. Quite top heavy in the bosom and
not having really looked at Penny's before, looked now and saw that she too
was quite big for her size. Maybe that's what turns them on I thought, like
a well hung man would turn me on.

     It was a good job that the rooms upstairs were furnished, because they
had rather a meagre amount with them. A large car might just have done as
well as the van that brought them. I paid off the van when it was unloaded
and taken in, and then went upstairs with them. Penny hadn't seen the rooms
and now they both exclaimed over the niceness, as they called it, of the
place.

     `Damn sight better than pokey Putney,' Lou exclaimed, and I was glad
that she wasn't above swearing. I let Perkins explain the phone system and
about the lift and kitchen and when he'd finished, I told them both to
settle themselves in and then come down to our rooms for a drink before
dinner, which we would have in the big dining room on the ground floor.

     They duly arrived down and we sat down with drinks and I asked Lou how
much did Penny tell her.

     `Well I think she told me most of it, but not how beautiful you really
are. You're a lucky man Wesson.' They had met at odd times in the Ministry,
so she knew him as Wesson, but he hadn't known that she was a lesbian. `I
wish I'd met you first Francis, oops, sorry Penny. I didn't mean it to come
out that way.' I laughed and said that I understood exactly what she meant,
covering up the gaffe she'd just made. I'd already made it clear that she
was to drop the formality in private.

     `I wouldn't have believed it of you Wesson,' she said, poking him in
the ribs and making his face go red.

     `I didn't think it of you either Lou,' he replied.

     `Look, let's not get into this kind of thinking, so I'll say it only
once. Wesson is still a real man and we love each other and go to bed and
do what we do together. You two love each other and do almost the same as
we do, so that is the final end of it, okay?' There were nods from the
others. `Now as I told Penny, there's not enough work for two at the
moment, but there probably will be in the near future. When we make trips
abroad, we go as a group, less suspicion unless I go as Francis, then
everybody will be jealous of Wesson. If I go as Gervaise, then Penny would
be thought of as my bit on the side. What they will think of you two, I do
not know.'

     `Mother and son?' said Penny almost choking on her drink and getting a
punch on the arm from Lou for that, but we all laughed which was the main
thing. Then we went down for dinner and it was a lovely meal served up and
the wine went down nicely with it. Lou commented on how nice it was and was
pleased to learn that she would sometime get to visit the vineyard it came
from. Wesson and I told them some of our stories, making anecdotes out of
them.

     `I hope you don't get us involved in shootings and such things,' said
Penny.

     `If it happens and you see Francis move like greased lightning, the
best thing to do is hit the ground as fast as you can,' laughed
Wesson. Overall, the dinner was a good start to our working relationship,
and I said so to Wesson in bed later.

     `You know, Lou was right what she had said earlier. Well not exactly
what she had said, but what she had meant,' Wesson said. `I looked at the
three of you at the table and I had the thought of Sleeping Beauty. Mirror,
mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all and there was no
contest. You were and I know now that if we'd only just met, I would still
take you above all the others.' I gave him a kiss.

     `Even knowing that I was a man, just like you?'

     `Even knowing that,' kissing me back and he held me tight in his arms,
whispering that he loved me more than anyone had ever loved anyone else. I
couldn't help but cry and was not ashamed to let him know how much his
words had moved me.

                                                           *

     Sunday lunch was as good as dinner the night before, but we had to get
down to serious business afterwards, so we had coffee upstairs. I started
to make plans for the week when Wesson interrupted me and said that we had
an engagement the following day down in Salisbury.

     `Oh Lord I forgot,' I exclaimed. `As Gervaise or can I go as Francis?'

     `Gervaise I'm afraid. Uniform, spit and polish and all that befits an
officer and holder etc, etc.'

     `Well that puts it back a bit. Nevertheless, Penny, you can still go
somewhere and get all that you need for the job. Typewriter, filing
cabinet, desk, oh you know what you need. I shouldn't have to spell it
out. That's what you've got to do for me. Now order what you like and tell
them all that it is for Sir Gervaise at this address and that they will be
paid on delivery. Palmer can see to that for a start.

     Now that won't take all week, so you can take a letter now that you'll
need later. There's pen and paper over there,' indicating a small
escritoire against the wall. I dictated a letter to the London lawyer to
give her every assistance in all matters as she was now my personal private
secretary and that all matters would from the date of the letter, go
through her. I said that I would sign it as Gervaise and that she should
use the right headed notepaper, cursing myself for saying that last
bit. That she should have worked out for herself.

     Penny excused herself and went upstairs, and was back five minutes
later with it typed out from her portable typewriter, ready for my
signature. I signed it and she folded it into the envelope she had waiting.

     `I kept a copy upstairs for filing,' she said dryly.

     `Okay, I get the message and realised too late what I'd said about the
notepaper. It won't happen again Penny, believe me. I'll take it as read.'
That made me feel a little better. `Let me just say one more thing that
will eventually apply to you too Lou. I don't throw money away, but I
believe in using it properly. If there's a choice, for example between two
typewriters, don't think of trying to save me money. If the best is the
most expensive, buy it. That applies to all things. Time, you will find is
the most expensive thing of all. You will always be travelling First Class,
well, there will be exceptions,' I added after a cough came from Wesson who
grinned at this remark.

  `Take a taxi, not a bus.

     Now I don't want either of you to take this the wrong way. Palmer
seems to know everything. Ask him for the best shop to fit yourselves out
with a complete new wardrobe. Several frocks and dresses and at least two
evening gowns. Shoes and bags to match. Lingerie, top coats for winter and
something for summer. A wrap or two, whatever. What you don't do, is look
at the price. If it means a fitting, go for it. You will have to look like
the cream of the crop when we actually do go out, so I want you looking
your best. Feel free to check out my wardrobe to see what I have in there
and then go and make your choices.

     Palmer will pay for all at the door when it is delivered, okay. Just
give this address and say that it is the home of Sir Gervaise. Don't be
afraid of name dropping because you'll be surprised at the result. So go
out during the week and have your dream of a shopping spree. Then if you
want to stop off at the Ritz for lunch, tell the maitre d', that Sir
Gervaise may be dropping in so you would like a good table. I promise you
we will go there when we get back from Salisbury.'

     I gave them two hundred pounds for incidentals before we said
goodnight and said that we would see them on the following Saturday. I
asked Palmer for an early breakfast and order a car, and also gave him a
cheque to get some money out of the bank to be able to pay for what the
girls would be buying.

                                                           *

     We made good time in the morning and were at the camp just before
lunch. That just gave us time for a quick drink in the mess before dining
with the other officers.

     After the meal, Wesson took me out to the butts to see the rifle range
and the targets did look a long way away. We watched some shooting and
Wesson explained how it was done. Depending on your class, three rounds
were placed by the prone soldier and could only load on the order and had
to wait to be told when to fire. The target would then disappear from sight
for a moment before rising again with a black disc held up to mark the
position of the shot on the target. A waved flag meant a miss. Then came
the order to reload and so on.

     Understanding the sequence, we went back to the stores to draw a set
of fatigues for me to wear later. Wesson fixed a spare set of bars on the
shoulders for me as I collected my rifle, but no bullets. We went to the
hut we had been allocated and there Wesson gave me a quick course on
stripping down and reassembling a Lee Enfield .303 rifle. It was heavier
than I thought and for the rest of the afternoon, he drilled me in holding
and handling it when at rest. Slope arms, shoulder arms, present arms
etc. From a pocket he produced a bullet and made me load and unload the
rifle. This was all done sitting down and said that we would do it prone
after dinner. Which I would have liked without a rifle.

     So after the meal and back in the hut, it was off with the uniform and
on with the fatigues. Wesson pulled the two mattresses off the beds and
threw them onto the floor and showed me the firing position that was deemed
the best. Pillows were used as the rest for the barrel of the gun. For a
solid hour, it was up and down, up and down, having my legs kicked each
time they were in the wrong position. If we'd been on the range and a
sergeant had been instructing, he would have shouted himself hoarse with me
after that hour. The next hour was practising to load and bring the rifle
up to the shoulder. How to nestle it in to absorb the recoil, explaining
the sights etc.

     It was after lights out before we packed up and remade the beds and
all we did was have a kiss before going to sleep in our beds. I'm glad we
were in our own ones, because a batman came in at six the next morning with
some tea and it would have been very difficult to explain if we'd been in
the same one.

     We had our shower and dressing for breakfast and then out carrying my
rifle and being marched up to the range. Wesson rated as being an
instructor and therefore was allowed to draw the ammunition. Down into
firing position, load, aim, and fire. Boy what a kick that rifle had. I'd
been able to see the target and lined it up in my sights, but when I pulled
the trigger, I lost sight of it as the barrel had risen up high. I'd held
it tight to my shoulder but didn't think it would kick that high.

     Muttered curses from Wesson as another bullet was put down and the
flag waved a miss. High was the signal, as were the next two. By the tenth
bullet, I was getting the hang of it and was getting quite close to the
middle of the target. I finally hit the centre on my eighteenth shot before
Wesson called for a break. My shoulder was beginning to feel the effect of
the recoil now.

     `You'll get used to it,' he said as we took a mug of tea from an
orderly. `Well Francis,' when we were out of earshot, `I must say I'm
impressed. It usually takes twice, if not more rounds than that to hit that
close to the bull.'

     `I thought I hit the bull,' I said, `the small black ring in the
middle of the target.'

     `No, that's the inner. The bull is just a small white bit in the
middle of the big black bit.'

     `Oh,' was all I could say, a bit deflated.

     `Let's move on to the next target. That's further away this time.' So
it went on and I was really glad when he called it a day, as my shoulder
was really throbbing now. It had taken a little longer every time we moved
to a further target. It's just a matter of adjusting the eye to the
distance between you and what you are aiming at, he told me.

     I was glad to get back for a shower and Wesson had brought some
wintergreen ointment and rubbed it into my shoulder. It burnt a little at
first, but definitely eased the ache, only I wished it didn't smell so
strong. I got a ribbing from the other officers in the mess that
evening. We managed to avoid any direct questions from them as to where had
we come from etc, and my name had not rung any bells for which I was
thankful.

     For three days I fired at these ever smaller white blobs in the
distance, getting better all the time. Then came the shaped targets, head
and shoulders of a man's silhouette. Somehow, these were easier to hit,
when stationary, but much harder when they moved. I can't remember the
speed of a bullet over a given distance, but I was supposed to judge the
speed of the moving target and work out where it would be in relation to
the bullet when fired from the gun. I was just getting the hang of it when
Wesson said that that was it. It was Friday afternoon. The whole week had
flown by.

     `Let's do it again!' I cried. `I'm getting better all the time!'

     `We'll have to see, but it won't be for a few weeks yet,' he
laughed. `That depends on what Frobisher says.'

     `Well put in a good word for me. I did well didn't I?'

     `Of course you did. If I didn't think you would, I wouldn't have
come.'

     I bought the whole mess a round of drinks and thanked them for the
hospitality they'd shown us. It was a good dinner, but I cried off early to
go to bed, tired but exhilarated. We were away just after breakfast and
back home at lunchtime, slipping in without the Perkins' seeing me in my
uniform. It was nice to soak in a hot scented bath again, keeping my
shoulder under the water to let the heat get into the muscles. It was
rather discoloured and I wouldn't be able to wear an off the shoulder dress
for at least a week, I smiled to myself.

                                                           *

     Oh what heaven it was to be powdered and perfumed again, pulling on my
nylons and fixing them to my belt. Then bra and make-up before putting on
one of my favourite dresses. With the wig on, I looked like my normal self
again as I spun round in front of the mirror to admire myself. Wesson and I
had just finished a light snack for lunch when the house phone rang. I was
closest, so I picked it up.

     `Hi,' it was Penny. `We heard you were back. Do you think you could
pop up and see us if it's not too inconvenient, both of you?'

     `Yes, that's okay with us,' I replied.

     `Oh good. See you in a minute then, bye.'

     `We've been asked to go upstairs, so come along,' I said to Wesson.

     `I suppose it's to show us what they've bought,' he moaned.

     `Don't be a spoilsport. I give you a fashion show sometimes when I've
bought something new. The only difference is that I change the clothes in
front of you. Look they'll be like two kids who've just had the whole run
of a sweet shop.' So we went upstairs and it seemed strange to be knocking
on a door in my own house. Penny opened it, her eyes alight with an
anticipated pleasure.

     `Come in, come in. How was your week down on the farm?'

     `It was a firing range, not a chicken range,' said Wesson.

     `Not bad, not bad at all. I'd like to go again sometime,' I replied,
giving Wesson a nudge.

     `Would you like a drink? I got some in special like.' She bubbled.

     `Gin and tonic for me please,' I said sitting down.

     `Beer for me please,' Wesson said, sitting down next to me.

     `Oh dear. I didn't think of beer. I'm so sorry.'

     `Never mind. I'll have a small whisky then thank you.'

     `Hello,' Lou said, coming in from the kitchen, `hope you have had as
nice a week as we have. It's been the best that I can ever remember. I've
just been fixing something in the kitchen, please say that you'll stay for
dinner and be our very first guests, though I don't think we'll ever get
many this far into London.'

     `Well I don't know if Palmer has anything arranged as yet,' I
answered.

     `Phone him,' said Penny, `I think he's waiting for you to ring.' I
sighed knowing that they'd got to him already. He answered the phone at the
first ring.

     `How long have you been standing by that phone Palmer?' I asked in a
fairly severe voice.

     `Exactly four minutes and forty two seconds Miss Francis.'

     `Then you know what I'm going to say, don't you?'

     `Yes Miss Francis. That you'll be dining upstairs tonight.'

     `Thank you Palmer. I won't be ringing again this evening.'

     `Have a nice evening yourself Miss Francis, bon appetite,' and I heard
him chuckle as he put down the phone.

     `You've ruined the man already,' I laughed at them, `and in less than
a week.'

     `You won't be sorry. Lou makes a fabulous pot roast,' said Penny. `But
can we show you the clothes we bought? We've been dying to do this all
week.'

     `That's what we came up for,' I said dryly. So for the next hour, we
were given a fashion parade, one showing her latest while the other
changed, and by the time they were halfway through, they stopped bothering
to close the door between the sitting room and bedroom. Wesson and I both
got good eyefuls of the amount of tit both the women had.

     I was very pleased with what they had bought, stylish but on the
conservative side which I liked. They had obviously looked through my
clothes and modelled themselves to what I would be wearing, bearing in mind
not to outshine me. There was one evening gown that I particularly liked
that Penny had worn.

     `May I try that one on please, it looks so gorgeous?'

     `By all means,' said Penny, being taken slightly aback. So I went into
the bedroom and did not close the door either but kept my back to it. I
took off my dress and let them see me in my underwear at that angle before
putting on Penny's dress and fitting it snugly round my waist. Then with my
shoes back on, I went into the sitting room to ask them what they thought
of it on me.

     `Oh it looks better on you than on me,' Penny wailed.

     `Don't be silly, look,' and I patted the chest. `I can't fill this top
half like you can.'

     `Well I think you look lovely in it,' Wesson said, `but then, I think
you look lovely without it on,' and then roared out with laughter.

     `Ooh men!' Lou said, `One track minds, but then I also liked what I
saw through the doorway. If I didn't know better...' she let the end of her
sentence trail off as I went back into the bedroom to take the dress
off. This gave them a second look at me before I put my own dress back on.

     `You know, you've got a lovely figure,' Penny said wistfully. `I wish
my waist and ankles were as slim as yours.'

     `You don't know how I wish I had breasts like yours.'

     `Hey, now this is starting to get a little personal,' Wesson cried
out. `It was bad enough seeing you all half naked, but to start talking
about it, well there's only so much a man can take. Change the subject,
please?'

     `Okay,' I laughed. `Did you get your office things?' I asked Penny.

     `Oh yes. Do come and look.'

     `Wesson. Can you help me in the kitchen please by laying the table? I
had to steal the wine from the cellar, I hope Francis won't mind,' I heard
her voice trail away as I followed Penny. In a small room that I didn't
know was part of the place, she made it into an office, and very efficient
it looked too. Desk, chair, lamp, filing cabinet, typewriter, the whole
works filling up the small space.

     `I did as you told me and got everything I need, even down to paper
clips, and we're ready to start. I've only got the one letter filed away so
far, but I'll expect you'll soon add to that.'

     `Well it looks truly professional Penny. I'm very impressed.'

     We then went into the kitchen where Lou was just dishing up dinner as
Wesson opened the wine. I'd had misgivings when I heard the words, pot
roast, but I was wrong. It was simple and delicious and thoroughly enjoyed
it. Through the meal, Penny spoke of all that she got from the lawyer, but
said that there was still so much more missing. She had made plenty of
notes that created files, but had nothing to put in them. So I said that we
would devote an hour or so each evening of next week for her to ask
questions and then she could take notes to start filling up those files.

     It was a pleasant evening, but we didn't stay too long as I pleaded
tiredness and really wanted to get to my bed. So it was nice to get
downstairs and undress and fall into the arms of Wesson for what I had
missed all week at the camp. Him kissing me in bed and then filling me with
his love. As he held me in his grasp and moved himself in and out of me, I
wondered how they went about it upstairs when they really made love to each
other. I would have to ask one day to satisfy my curiosity. Then Wesson
became more urgent so my thoughts changed to the pleasure we were both
getting. Him giving and me receiving. We stayed in bed all of the Sunday,
playing with each other with the usual end results.

                                                          *

     It was back to the office on Monday and Frobisher asked how did it all
go. I said that I thought I had done rather well on the range all things
being considered. He knew all about that he said testily, he'd read
Wesson's report, it was the girl's he wanted to know about.

     `Oh you mean Bulstrode and Hepworth sir? As to them being lesbians?
I'm afraid I don't really know sir.'

     `You're being facetious Francis. You know damn well what I mean,' he
snapped.

     `Sorry sir. Well, yes, I've taken them on, so to speak. They will be
my personal assistants and can also be cover for both Wesson and I if the
need arises. That's if I go out as Gervaise that is.'

     `I don't really like the idea of you stealing away two girls from the
pool, we're shorthanded as it is.'

     `They would have left anyway sir,' I pointed out.

     `Be that as it may. Dammit! I can't have you taking anyone you want
away from the department. First Wesson, then Palmer, and now these two!' I
was going to point out that Wesson still worked here, as I did, but thought
it wiser to keep my mouth shut. `Well the pay for the girls has ceased as
from today. You are working them, you pay them!' Again I was going to point
out that Louise was still coming in every day, but again, kept quiet. I
would let her continue here until Penny said she needed help. But that
seemed to be all he wanted to say on the subject, so I left and went down
to my cubby-hole.

     There I collected Wesson and we went to the gym for me to work off
some of my anger. I needed the work outs anyway to strengthen my left arm
and didn't do too badly.

     In the showers, I thought of Penny and all that I had to try to get
into order for her to understand how many pies I had my fingers in. Then I
remembered about the unfinished portrait. That would be ideal to be able to
talk to her and sit for the artist at the same time. So I later rang the
man, and he was only too happy to come round to the house in the evenings
to continue and, hopefully finish the painting. He was eager because I'd
only paid a token to start with, and he would only get fully paid when it
was finished.

                                                           *

     When we got home, I told Palmer that we would have a late supper and
to just fix a small snack for the moment, which he went to do as I poured a
gin and tonic for myself and opened a beer for Wesson. I told Wesson to
have his bath first and he went off with his beer while I rang for Penny.

     She came down and I told her to leave a note for Lou that they would
have to eat later that evening and told her about the artist. That she
should be there to ask me her questions and make her notes, and that we
would start now. She went off as Wesson came out of the bathroom and I told
him the same, so he said that he would go off to the pub for a couple of
hours then while I was being painted. So he got dressed as I ran my bath
and undressed and went and slid into the hot water.

     Wesson had obviously met Penny as he was going out and told her I was
in the bath. She then tentatively knocked at the door and called out that
she would be in the sitting room.

     `Don't be silly girl,' I called out. `I'm only having a bath. You can
still talk to me while I soak.' She came in, eyes down as she went to sit
on the stool. `Be a darling before we start. Can you do me a fresh drink?'
I asked, forcing her to look at me to be able to take the glass. I think
that because I was submerged right up to my shoulders in a bubbly bath
foam, she realised that it was alright to be in there.

     She fetched the fresh drink and handed it to me before sitting down
with her pad and pencil and her notes of questions. So for nearly an hour,
she asked and I answered and she made her notes. When it was time for me to
get out of the bath, she said she'd wait in the bedroom.

     Dried and powdered, I put on my bathrobe and went into the bedroom
where she was patiently sitting on a chair. I sat down at the dressing
table and started to do my make-up as she began again. Though I think she
was more fascinated in watching me than writing her notes. When I was
satisfied with my face, I rummaged in a drawer and got out some nylons and
suspender belt and a padded bra from another. I shucked off my robe and put
the bra on, adjusting it so that it was snug. Then put on the belt before
pulling on my nylons.

     Giving no thought to Penny, I stood up and fixed the tops of the
nylons to the belt and went to the big sliding doors of my wardrobe. I
hadn't noticed that the questions had stopped, but that was because I was
rambling on about something she had last asked. I poked about in the
closet, trying to think what dress I had planned on wearing for the
portrait. First pulling one out and turning to the mirror with it held up
to my front, then another till I had two and wasn't sure which one to
wear. Then I turned round to face Penny and held both dresses up for her to
see.

     `Which one of these do you think would look best?' I asked holding
them out by their hangers either side of me.

     `Francis!' Penny cried out, a look of alarm on her face. `Look at
yourself?' Puzzled at the way she spoke, I looked down at myself and
realised what I was doing. Standing there with my arms wide holding
dresses, showing myself in bra, belt and stockings and showing my naked
cock and balls.

     `Oh dear,' I cried, hastily bringing the dresses together to cover
myself. `I'm so sorry Penny. I completely forgot myself. I've been so used
to being in a dressing room with another female that I completely forgot
that I'm not one.' To see the dismay on her face made me want to cry in
embarrassment for her. `I'm ever so sorry Penny. I didn't mean to flash and
show myself in front of you, though there's nothing really there to see. I
often wish there wasn't,' I said, starting to cry and I sat down on the
edge of the bed, the dresses being crumpled in my hands.

     `You don't know how many times I've wished that they weren't there,' I
sobbed. `God was cruel when he gave them to me. He gave me a mind of a
woman, the feelings and the heart of a woman, then gives me the wrong
working parts.' I felt the edge of the bed dip down as Penny sat down
beside me, her arm going round my shoulder. `When I was a little girl I
used to read all the romance books. Read and believe that I was the
heroine, being rescued and wooed by the handsome cavalier. How I used to
long for the day when I could feel like my alter ego in those books. How
her bosom heaved and a warm tingle went through her as the strong arms of
the man went round here.

     Then I grew up but my breasts didn't, and I did get that tingle when
held in a man's arms but it was that thing between my legs that began to
heave. I'm sorry Penny. I used to share a cabin with Diane and we were
almost always naked when in there, so I didn't give it any thought.'

     `Then don't give it a thought, Francis. I might have been shocked but
I definitely wasn't offended. It's...it's just that it's been a long time
since I've seen er, well, the parts of a man. It was just that I've come to
see you as a woman and, well look at you now. Stockings, belt and bra, you
wouldn't think otherwise. If it happens again I'll just ignore it. Now let
me see these two dresses you were trying to show me and are screwing up in
your hands.'

     I'd stopped my sobbing by now and let her take one of the dresses away
from me and shake it out. `I like this one,' she said as she laid it out on
the bed. `Now give me the other one.' I didn't offer it to her, but she
took it from my hands, which I then used to cover up my front. She shook
this out too and praised it as well. She laid this on the bed so that she
could see the two of them together. `This one I think,' she said, picking
one up again and bringing round in front of me and then dropped it as she
looked at me sitting there with my hands in my lap.

     `Oh my God! Look at your body!' She dropped to her knees and her
fingers gently touched the bullet scar at my side. She could now clearly
see the still slightly red one at my chest and the ones on both arms. `What
did all this?' she asked in an awed voice.

     `Bullets,' I said succinctly. `Was this one of the questions on your
pad?'

     `No. I didn't know. Tell me about them,' she said softly. So I related
the circumstances of each, pointing at each one as I spoke. I again,
unconsciously took my hand away from myself as I touched each one in turn,
uncovering myself so that her face was really only a few inches away from
my parts.

     `What a story,' she breathed and reached up a hand and touched my damp
cheek. `I think you'd better do your make-up again if you want to look
pretty again for your picture.' It was only when her hand came down onto my
thigh did I realise that I was uncovered again and quickly put my hands
back on myself. `I don't think we need bother with modesty now,' she smiled
as she took my hands and stood me up and led me to the dressing table
stool. `You see to your face and I'll see to the dress.' I nearly started
to cry again when I saw the state my face was in. I had to get up and go to
the bathroom to wash it before starting again.

     I think Penny deliberately sat there to watch me as I came out to go
and sit at the stool, because as soon as I had sat down, she left the
room. She was back in a few minutes with a small electric iron and plugged
it in to a socket and then went and fetched a towel out of the
bathroom. This she lay on the floor and put the dress on it and began to
iron out the odd crease or two. I then finished my make-up for the second
time and waited till she was satisfied with the dress. Picking it up she
came and stood next to me.

     `Come on, stand up and let me help you.' So I stood up and faced her,
her eyes looking into mine and deliberately not looking downwards. `Lift
your arms,' and helped me on with my dress and made sure that it looked
nice before she did up the back top button. `I'll let you do the wig,' she
said as I sat down to pick it up and put it on. I fixed it to my hair and
then brushed the tresses of it till it hung properly.

     `Oh you look a beautiful picture for your picture,' she giggled as she
took my arm as we left the bedroom.

     `Are you a virgin Penny?' I asked.

     `Good heavens no, but I can do without them. I just prefer the
softness of a woman.' I wanted to ask more, but thought it wiser to wait,
as no doubt I would hear more later. We had a few more minutes to talk
before the artist arrived and I waited for his reaction when he saw me
sitting there.

     `Oh my word,' were his first words. `Miss Lyon it's nice to meet you
at last. No wonder your brother said that you didn't really need to sit for
this. I would rather work with the daylight, but if it has to be in the
evenings, so be it,' he said as he used the table to unload his case of
materials.

     `Is my sitting here okay?'

     `Fine, fine,' he said, unfolding a portable easel and I asked Penny if
she wouldn't mind to bring the portrait in from the bedroom. The artist,
who introduced himself as Rudolph, fussed with the folds of my gown to put
them as he would like them to be for the finished picture.

     `Oh, wait a minute. I almost forgot. Penny. Be a dear, I don't want to
move now. In the bottom left hand drawer, there's a sash. Can you bring
that and my jewellery box please.' She did as she was told and I gave the
sash to Rudolph for him to put it on me so that he could see how it would
look. Then I selected from my box the award that went with the sash, my
gold leopard and the House of Chen symbol. I let him pin these on for the
best effect.

     When he was ready, he took three photographs of me before starting to
sketch and I sat there for two hours and listened to Penny ask her
questions, sitting close to me, while I answered as best I could. When
Rudolph said it was enough for the night, I asked him if it would help to
have another sitter during the day. That he agreed to, so I asked Penny to
ask Lou to come down.

     `Lou, do you think you could sit here in this dress for Rudolph here
to paint it tomorrow?'

     `What about my work?'

     `I was told today that you are now officially working for me. So would
it be too difficult?' I asked sweetly.

     `Of course not. It'll be better than the pool,' she smiled.

     `Is that okay for you Rudolph? I can sit on Saturday if you need me.'

     `That will be excellent Miss Francis. Will ten o'clock be okay for the
morning, er, Miss?' he asked Lou.

     `Louise Hepworth. Yes, ten will be fine,' she smiled at him. Just as
he was about to leave, the door opened and Wesson came in.

     `Ah, Meister Holstein I believe,' he said to Rudolph.

     `Holbein you Neanderthal!' I cried, `Never mind him Rudolph, he's just
come from the pub.' Rudolph chuckled and said his goodnights and
left. `Okay Penny, Lou, let's call it a night. You both must be as hungry
as I am. See you tomorrow.'

     They left and I went into the bedroom and took my dress off while
Wesson let Palmer know that we were ready for our supper. It was only the
dress I took off and hung it up for Lou the next day, and put on a gown and
joined Wesson just as Palmer entered. We thanked him and devoured all that
he'd brought us and then decided it was time for bed. I let him get
undressed first before I took my robe of to let him see me in my
lingerie. In spite of his beer intake, his body responded immediately. His
cock rose and swelled as he saw me like that and almost dribbled as he came
to me and picked me up. He kissed me and laid me on the bed and let me take
him into my mouth as he gave out a groan, telling me not too much. So I
only sucked to really work him up before letting go of him to roll over and
present my rear to him. He was quickly ready and entered me with haste and
then fucked me at leisure. It was lovely, making me come all over the sheet
at the same time as he came inside me.

                                                           *

     I literally had to drag myself to work the next day, Wesson looked
like death as well. We'd fucked for nearly half the night before the
sucking and only when exhausted with jaw ache did we fall asleep. Still, it
was well worth it. I managed to get a doze in my chair and we didn't go
down to the gym that day.

                                                           *

     The girls had enjoyed their day. Lou wearing my dress and just having
to sit down and Penny kept her company as she was sorting out a mass of my
papers from the escritoire.  That's how it went for the rest of the week,
though I had promised the girl's lunch at the Ritz. So I took a suitcase
into work and changed into a suit and after phoning and booking a table,
met them at the hotel and treated them to a delightful meal at one of the
best tables in the restaurant. Then it was back to the office to change
again before going home.

     `Do you enjoy all this changing back and forth at the office?' Wesson
asked me in the taxi going home.

     `Well it beats doing the paperwork, well what little I've seen over
the past two weeks. I'm getting bored with that little office we've
got. Why can't we have one with a window in it at least? Maybe I could then
practice my marksmanship with an air rifle at the many pigeons that keep
shitting all over London.'

                                                           *

     Penny had heard us arrive home and had drinks waiting for us and the
afternoon mail which had included a letter from William in Nassau. It was
nine days old but brought us up to date on the progress that was being
made. He'd landed in Nassau and collected the money and was in Miami the
same day. Paid over and secured the L.T.C. and it would be due in Nassau on
the 22nd to load the heavy digger for the island. Blasting was commencing
on the 20th and should be ready for clearing as soon as the digger
arrived. That meant that the pool area would have been cleared yesterday as
I checked the calendar.

     This indeed was good news as was that the huge water tank was ready
and would be in place very shortly and the pipe line should join up within
two weeks. The generator also was ready to be shipped over and the
foundation pilings were already in the ground. He said that it looked like
a war zone at the moment, but they were well ahead of schedule.

     This prompted me to dictate letters to people out there. One was to
the Governor to say that Miss Francis and party would be visiting them
shortly and had the full authority to act on my behalf in all matters,
signed by Gervaise. I had already decided that my next visit would be as
Francis. The people had to get used to the fact that two people were
running the job on the island and not just Gervaise. The only obstacle,
which is really not a fair thing to say, was Frobisher. I would rather have
him agree to Wesson and myself having the time off instead of just taking
it saying to hell with his later outburst. This I had to give some thought
to for him to agree. Fate helped me here in this, but it also gave me an
insight into some of Frobisher's thoughts. But that wouldn't happen till
after the weekend.

     Saturday I did the final sitting for the portrait and Rudolph took the
portrait away to put the finishing touches to it and promised to show it to
me before the end of the following week. Because of the sitting, I sent
Penny, Lou and Wesson to see how the builders were getting on with the
other houses in the street. Their report was good as the work was
progressing very well. The other news of the houses was that we had now
just started a waiting list for people to rent. God, didn't it make me feel
good.

                                                           *

     Monday was when things started to happen. Wesson and I had gone to the
office, taking the passports of both the girls and mine, so that Wesson
could sneak them into the forgery department to get us the same permanent
American visa's that Wesson had in his. It would save a lot of hassle, but
I really didn't want to go through the proper channels for obvious reasons.

     Again my desk, and also that of Wesson's was quite bereft of
paper. Only the newspapers to read for anything of value to make notes
on. Then came the phone call from Penny.

     `I've got John here. They've just started stripping out number five
and have found what looks like a microphone of some sort behind the
panelling, and wants to know what to do?'

     `Put him on,' I said. `John? Have you stopped them?'

     `Yes,' he said.

     `Good. Pull all the men out of the house, now! Keep them all out and
put them onto another one and don't let anyone into it at all. I can say
that some people from here will be down there shortly. Thanks John for
being so prompt.' I hung up and went straight up to see Frobisher. I filled
him in on what I knew and he asked me to sit down.

     `Okay Francis. Now you've established, at the moment, that there might
be hidden microphones in a building that once was an office of the War
Department. Now if this were so, what would you do if you were sitting here
behind this desk?'

     `Well, I suppose I would sit and think for a minute. I suppose it's
irrelevant now which department it was, but there is the chance it's still
active. I would do as I have already done and suspend anyone else touching
it.' I leaned back in my seat and put my hands together up to my
mouth. `Now what I would do now is to call in,' I hesitated a little, `a
bomb disposal squad. The reason for that is because I think that it might
have a device somewhere to destroy where it leads. I would think that it is
connected somewhere to a telephone land line somewhere.

     Now if I were doing this, I would make this device to destroy the
connection at a point where it would be impossible to trace the other end,
like a gas pipe. Somewhere along the line would be a trigger to set off a
small device to explode and it would then be thought that it was a gas leak
explosion, but one that would destroy the phone link. So therefore I would
really start from the road to find a gas line for the house that is close
to the telephone cables and find any device there.'

     `Very good Francis, very good. What would be the follow up?'

     `With the engineers, I'd have them trace the line to the receiver and
see what was at the other end. That is really open to speculation as to
where that could be.'

      `Excellent! I want you to take control of this.' He saw the look on
my face and then added, `I'll have the officer come here first and he will
be told that you are a Captain in the Special Services and he is to take
his orders from you. But I would advise that after you have explained what
you believe to be the situation, let him take it from there. That's not to
belittle you Francis, it's because I think you might be right and I'd
rather sacrifice a soldier than you.' That puffed me up no end. So he made
his phone calls and without asking, went and helped myself to a drink to
await somebody to report to his office.

     It was an hour later that an officer appeared at the office and I was
relieved to see that it was a Captain. Frobisher introduced us, saying that
I too was a Captain, Special Services, and briefly explained the situation
and let me carry the ball from there. I was glad that he was a young
officer because he accepted my command quite easily, though I made it quite
clear that I would only be there to take the can if things went wrong. It
would be up to him to deploy his men as he saw fit, but he did do as I
asked and started from the road to find the gas line.

     Lights had been brought in and lit up the street as they dug up the
pavement and it was about ten that night when they found the explosive
charge. If I hadn't been with that young officer at the time, I would have
danced a jig. From that point on, the rest was easy. They set up a dummy
thing to go off before they started to rip out the wiring from the house,
and when they found the place where it triggered the charge, the officer
admitted that they would never have found it in time before it blew.

     So with that out of the way, they then called in the telephone
engineers, but that didn't happen till the next day. It took them two whole
days to trace the lines used and were surprised to find that even though
the war had been over for nearly seven years, the line was still active. In
the early hours of the Friday morning, a special squad raided the house
that the line led to and arrested those inside. They were also surprised to
find that the occupants, Irish, still had the receiver hooked up and as
they had lived there all through the war, were charged with aiding and
abetting the enemy, even though the war had long been over.

     They unearthed an enormous amount of material that was able to give
the occupants of the house a long prison sentence, but also filled in a lot
of gaps in the military intelligence files. Most of it was, as I said, able
to fill up a lot of gaps, but also led to other people that had aided the
enemy during the war. It wasn't known at the time, but over fifteen people
finished up behind bars as a result of that raid on the house.

     Frobisher was cock-a-hoop over the raid and I was now the definite
flavour of the month. So on the Monday, I asked, as our desks were cleared
and there wasn't much traffic crossing them, could we take a week off? I
thought the bastard was going to say no at first, but after a few moments,
he agreed, provided our desks were cleared and would be instantly cleared
on our return.

                                                           *

     The girls were also cock-a-hoop when I told them that we would be
going to the Bahamas in a few days time. Wesson was amazed that I could
squeeze the time out of Frobisher and didn't believe me when I said that
I'd given him a blow job for it. We left London on the Thursday afternoon
and arrived in Nassau that night.

     Wesson hadn't liked the idea of me travelling as Francis, making it a
party of three women and one man. But I wanted the freedom that a dress
gave and not be confined to trousers, also it was a fact that I looked and
smelt prettier in a dress. William met us at the airport and rode with us
to the hotel bubbling over with enthusiasm. So much, that when we got to
our suite, he rushed off to his room and came back with a large map of the
island. Tired as we were, we couldn't stop him from pointing out where
construction was going on.

     `Some of the transplanted trees have been put here,' he pointed,
`adding to those around the nudist beach.'

     `Nudist beach?' exclaimed Penny.

     `Nudist beach?' echoed Lou. `I've never seen one of those. That's
where you don't even wear a swim suit, am I right?'

     `All the people are naked,' Penny said.

     `It's empty at the moment,' I laughed.

     `It won't be if I can get there,' said Lou. `I've always wanted to lie
and swim in the sun without my clothes on.'

     `I think you've got a fetish about taking your clothes off,' remarked
Penny. I looked across at Wesson who in turn had looked at me and
smiled. He knew somebody else who liked to take their clothes off. I gave
my lips a lick as I smiled back at him.

     `Maybe we could get the workers off the island for a while for you to
do just that,' I said to Lou.

     `Oooh, that would be delicious,' she replied. So I gave that some
thought as we listened to William carry on. He only got the message that we
were tired when we all started to yawn at the same time.

     `Oh, I'm so sorry. You all must be very tired after your trip and here
I am, rattling on. We can go over the rest in the morning Miss Francis,' he
said, folding up the map. I agreed with him and saw him to the door. Penny
and Lou also went off to their room to leave me alone with Wesson. It was
just a kiss and cuddle after we'd undressed before going to sleep.

                                                           *

     At breakfast, William was still as he was the night before, like a
small boy with his toy soldiers, only he had workmen. He wanted it to be
perfect so that it would reflect on him within the architectural world. It
didn't matter to me that he was working to my plans or that I was financing
it. He was just getting a lucky break that many architects would give their
right arm for.

     After we'd eaten, we went off to see Sam and he greeted us warmly with
his big wide smile flashing his almost perfect white teeth at the girls.

     `Miss Francis, it's a pleasure to see you again,' as I said hello and
introduced the others, though he knew Wesson from before. I explained to
Sam that Penny was my personal assistant and Lou was seeing to my
finances. So Sam loaded all the bills and receipts onto her for her to sort
out later, though he would still see to the running of the money.

     Then I wanted to go down to the waterfront to show Sam and William
what else I wanted. Wesson stayed behind at the shop to help Lou get the
papers in order for her to start the accounting process. I kept Penny with
me to make notes so that she would always be in the picture of what was
going on.

     As we walked down to the front, I asked William about the boats I'd
asked him to look out for in Florida. He said that he'd quite a few
brochures back at the hotel for me to look at later.

     When we were at the harbour, I explained to Sam and William, pointing
to some of the small shops that looked out over the water, that I wanted to
buy at least three of them. All being together so that we could gut them
and make them into one big place. This would be fitted out as a lounge and
bar for the expected guests to wait for the boats to ferry them to the
island.

     The idea being that there would be two high speed boats doing a daily
trip to and from the island. People arriving by plane would be met at the
airport and brought to the lounge to wait for the boat. Drinks would be
free, the cost being in the price of the hotel. In fact no money would pass
hands anywhere on the island or bar as all food and drink would be in the
fixed price of the room. Nowadays, they call it an all inclusive holiday,
which includes the flight cost too. Mine, I think, was the first idea of
making it all one price, though I didn't include the flights.

     One boat would leave just after breakfast from the island to take
those who wanted to spend the day in Nassau, while the other left Nassau
with supplies and any guests arriving on any incoming flights. Then one
boat would collect any sightseers and return to the island in time for
dinner, while another would stay till midnight for those who had gone to a
club or the casino before taking them back for the night. The details of
the schedules would be left to Sam to

  work out, so he would have to employ some sort of staff to run the
reception end in Nassau.

     With the lounge idea settled, we went back to pick up Wesson and Lou
for lunch. Afterwards, Wesson went off with the girls to show them round
Nassau while I stayed with William and Sam. I pointed out that the house
furthest from the main house would be for eight male members of staff,
while the house by the water tank would be for four female staff and two
other couples. These last being the manager and wife and the chef and his
wife. These two men were the most important. Sam should get the best man he
could think of to be the manager and the best chef of the islands. The pay
to be comparative to their abilities.

     Sam would also have to work out a rota system for the staff so that
they could have some time off the island, yet maintain the same number
there. Next I talked of the uniforms. Manager and reception would be a
black suit, tie and a white shirt at all times. Barmen to wear white shirt
and black bow tie, black trousers and shoes. Male staff to wear white shirt
at all times, no tie, and could either wear shorts or trousers during the
day, but must wear black trousers after sunset or if they were on dining
room duties. Females would wear white tops and skirts, the colour of the
skirts either white or black during the day, but like the men, after
sunset, black skirts. All shirts would have the name of the island
embroidered on the shirt pocket with an outline of the island. This is what
I wanted him to sort out with some local women or firm to do the
embroidery. Also to make sure that all of them had enough changes of
clothes, within reason for the number of staff that would be employed
there.

     By that time, it was getting late in the afternoon, so William and I
set off to find the others in the town. This we eventually did and we all
returned to the hotel to have a shower and get changed for dinner. We had
drinks in the hotel bar before dining and I told them that we would go out
to the island the next day. Wesson had enjoyed his afternoon with the girls
and I asked if he could also enjoy me as we went to bed. He did, and I
enjoyed him having me.

                                                           *

     We were all up early for breakfast and soon down on the quay to board
the boat for the island. It was a nice sleek little boat but not what I
really wanted for the daily slog to and from the island. On the trip down,
William went on about how much had been done so far and thought I would be
pleased at the progress.

     The foundations of all the buildings laid, the swimming pool being
built and they expected the water pipe line to be finished within the
month. The jetty was nearly finished and we wouldn't have to get our feet
wet he finished off with.

     The girls got excited when the island came into sight, the palm trees
waving in the breeze and the golden sandy beaches. They couldn't wait to
get ashore, and were quick to hop onto the unfinished jetty as we tied up.

     `Isn't it exciting, Francis owning the whole island,' said Penny.

     `I can't wait to see the nudist beach,' said Lou excitedly. William
led us the few hundred yards to the clearing where I could clearly see the
main house foundations and the huge hole where the swimming pool would
be. There were some men inside the hole cementing the sides and others were
laying tiles on the far side of it.

     There were several trenches which was for the water and sanitary pipes
criss-crossing the open ground, and the digger was chugging up to the north
with a full load of rock debris. We went and inspected the water tank and
generator, which William assured me would be insulated against the noise
and both would be enclosed by the building.

     Then we walked down the east side towards the other end of the island,
passing the big tents that housed the workers. They stayed on the island
during the week and only went back to Nassau on Saturday afternoon till
Monday mornings. It would have taken too much time to transport them back
and forth every day, so that's why they stayed on the island.

     We looked at the scattered foundations of the other houses where men
were digging trenches to join up to the main one. I saw one man sitting on
his backside, drinking rum from a bottle as he watched the others
digging. I watched him for awhile and saw that he had no intention of
working. He was a fairly big man and took no notice of me as I walked over
to him.

     `I really think you should be working with the others instead of
drinking. That's what you're paid to do.' I started to walk back to the
others when I heard him speak as if an aside to one of the others.

     `Who de white whore t'ink she talking to?' I turned round and walked
back to him and snatched the bottle from him and threw it away.

     `The white woman be talking to something that came from an ape. Did
your mother get fucked by a monkey, and just before you be born, did it
stick his dick in her and it get in your mouth to give you monkey brains?'

     It was the worse insult I could think of for a native islander. He
reared up with a roar and picked up a piece of wood, and brandishing it,
came at me. It that short space between us, I heard little squeals from the
girls and heard one shout out a warning. The other said, obviously to
Wesson, `Do something.' I heard him tell them to stand back and watch.

     The big brute came on swinging the makeshift club as I laughed at him
and easily ducked underneath it. I caught his forearm in both my hands and
twisted my body as we came together. This sent him over my hip, but I still
kept a firm grip on his arm and we all heard the crack as his arm
splintered at the elbow.

     He gave out a scream that continued as I pulled him half up off the
ground by the twisted arm. Then I took my right hand off him and swung a
haymaker at his open mouth and broke his jaw in two places. I don't know if
it was the pain, shock or force of the blow, but he passed out.

     `Boss man!' I shouted out, as I let the limp arm fall to the ground
and looked round at all the astonished faces of black and white people
alike. Except Wesson. He was grinning because he'd guessed what I was going
to do. A small islander came through the press of workers and stood before
me.

     `Get this piece of shit to the boat so that he can be taken to the
hospital. Tell them I'll pay the bill and he's not to set foot on this
island ever again. I will not be spoken to like that nor will any other
person who comes to this island, and there's to be no drinking during
working hours.' I'd spoken out loud so that all the men could hear me. `If
there's any other man here doesn't like the order I have given or doesn't
like to work for the person who's paying their wages, he can leave on the
same boat. If I find out,' I had turned back to the boss man, `that my
orders are not being obeyed, you'll be the next one I'll put in
hospital. Now get back to work the lot of you, fun time is over.'

     Suddenly, everybody was back in the trenches, digging furiously except
for the two that came to lift up the unconscious man and carry him away.

     `Well done Francis,' said Wesson, clapping me on the back.

     `I thought he was going to kill you,' breathed Penny, face white, her
eyes wide.

     `I nearly fainted when he started to attack you,' said Lou in an awed
voice.

     `And I thought I heard you laugh as he went for you,' said Penny.

     `You did,' said Wesson with a laugh himself. `He shouldn't have called
Francis a white whore so he deserved what he got.'

     `But it was so quick and brutal,' said Lou.

     `It doesn't do to upset Francis,' he said succinctly. `Now let's show
you where the nudist beach will be. What you've been dying to see.' He led
the way off through the trees and I heard an outbreak of babbling talk as
soon as we were a little way off. That'll soon get round I grinned to
myself and I don't think we'll have workers like that anymore. We broke
through the trees and bushes onto the half mile of sandy beach that would
be for nudists only.

      `How glorious,' Lou exclaimed. `Look at this sand and the colour of
the sea. It's absolutely beautiful. Don't you think so Penny?'

     `I do indeed. Oh, Francis. Can we come here tomorrow? A picnic?' Penny
asked.

     `Oh do say yes Francis! It would be such fun,' Lou implored. I looked
at Wesson who was trying hard to cover his smile, no doubt thinking like I
was of our last picnic here. Sun, sand, sea and sex. Not to mention lots
and lots of money. My eye had a question in it and I saw him give a slight
nod so I told the girls that we would do just that.

     `Oh, but what about the workers?' Lou queried.

     `They'll be leaving the island this afternoon till Monday,' I said
with a laugh.

     `May I come along?' asked William, whom I forgot was there with us in
this exchange.

     `No you may not. Us girls would rather have Wesson all to
ourselves. Isn't that right girls?' and they burst out into a fit of
giggles seeing the joke. I felt sorry for William, but I would only have it
my way.

     We made our way back to the jetty for the trip back to Nassau, the
other boat having long gone with the injured man. William was very quiet on
the trip back, but I was not sure if it was of my thumping the worker or
the rebuff from the picnic. Penny and Lou were in a huddle talking nine to
the dozen between them, and Wesson just sat there holding my hand. We
didn't have to speak, just a little squeeze of the fingers was enough for
me when in company.

     Sam met us at the harbour wall and I asked if he would meet the
workers when they arrived to give them all a five dollar bonus each. I
asked then about the man that I hospitalised and learnt there that it was
in two places that his jaw had been broken.

     He also told me that I shouldn't have done that. I should have got the
boss man to deal with the man. Okay, he admitted, I'd got the instant
respect or fear of the others, but I'd made an enemy that would have to be
dealt with. I was dismayed but not surprised when I was told two months
later that the man had been killed in a bar brawl. Sam did know how to deal
with unpleasant things in his own way, as he was really protecting his own
interests, i.e. me. I laid on a boat for the next day to take us on our
picnic and then went off with the others to the hotel.

     Dinner was animated in the conversation, but Lou called for an early
night as she still had lots of paperwork from Sam to go through. I wasn't
averse to the idea and neither was Wesson as we made it into quite a long
session of loving each other.

                                                           *

     Wesson knew better than to bring up the altercation on the island for
which I was grateful. I'd already given the hotel instructions about a
picnic hamper for us and it was ready when we'd finished breakfast and made
our way down to the harbour.

     Wesson had liked the idea of the two girls getting their kit off in
the sun, but was hedging a bit about taking his own off and insisted on
bringing a pair of swimming trunks along with him.

     But somehow, between Nassau and the island, they seemed to disappear
overboard, and the last I saw of them was of them floating away in our
wake.

     I was somewhat dismayed to find that there were still two men on the
island. They were the weekend night watchmen, but with a five dollar bill
each, I sent them off to Nassau with the instructions to bring the boat
back at about four in the afternoon. They were happy in getting the day off
and cash into the bargain to go and have some drinks with.

     `Now we're really alone on the island and you can enjoy your first
time at a nudist beach,' I told the girls as Wesson struggled along with
the heavy hamper. Penny and Lou were like two small children being taken to
the seaside for the first time. They frolicked about as we went through the
trees till we reached the beach. They'd brought two blankets from the hotel
and spread them out on the sand, one for us and one for them.

     `We'll take ours further down,' said Wesson, putting the hamper down
to gather up the blanket.

     `If the girls want us here near them,' I said, standing on the
blanket, `then this is where we'll stay.'

     `But they're too close together,' he protested though they were at
least ten foot apart.

     `Don't be such a prude,' Lou called out as she pulled off her halter
top to reveal two large bouncing breasts. `I'm sure you've seen things like
this before.' He turned away as she laughed and quickly pulled down her
shorts and then lay down in the sun on her blanket, completely naked. I had
to laugh too as I took off my dress and bra. I hadn't worn stockings or
belt that day so I too was then naked as I lay down on our blanket. Penny
wasn't far behind me in taking her clothes off and I saw that her breasts
were nearly as big as Lou's, only they looked a bit more firmer.

     Wesson didn't take his off until we others were already lying down,
and then he sat down to strip off before he looked for his swim suit. He
glared at me when he couldn't find them as I smiled at him. It wasn't
really a good start to the picnic to have him in a bad humour, so I rolled
over and kissed him. Only a quick one so that he didn't have time to be
embarrassed.

     We'd only been lying down for a few minutes before I realised that I'd
not put any cream on Wesson or myself. So up I got and opened the hamper to
get out the bottle and I noticed that Lou had leaned up to look at me.

     `Yes, I really am man in sheep's clothing,' I said, knowing that she
could see quite clearly what I had between my legs.

     `Sorry. I was just looking at the scars that you've got. They must
have really hurt you at the time.'

     `They did. Have you brought sun cream with you?'

     `No. I forgot. Did you think to bring any Penny?' she asked, giving
her a nudge that made both sets of breasts wobble.

     `No.' said Penny without opening her eyes.

     `You can use this when I've finished with it,' I said, returning to
our blanket and started to cover Wesson's back and bum with the cream. I
then got him to do mine and he capped the bottle and called out for Lou to
catch the bottle. I'm damn sure that he threw it higher than necessary so
that she really had to reach up high to catch it, her breasts rising and
going taut as she moved. I tried to watch both at the same time but
couldn't do it.

     `Turned you on has it?' I asked him as he lay down, his cock up and
hard. I was a fine one to ask, but then he couldn't see mine because I was
lying on my stomach.

     `This is what's turning me on,' he said as he stroked my bare bum.

     `Flatterer,' I said, putting my head down and closing my eyes to let
the sun soak into my body. It must have been nearly an hour before I got a
nudge in the ribs.

     `Look!' he whispered to me. I guessed what he wanted me to see, so I
turned my head and opened my eyes. Penny had just moved and was lying full
length on top of Lou and they were kissing each other. Their breasts were
squashed between them as they did so. Then Penny started to slowly slide
down Lou's body, pausing to kiss each breast and nibble on the nipples
before moving further down. Lou's legs parted for Penny to move down
between them and Penny's arms and hands came round the thighs as she buried
her head in between them.

     Lou's arms went wide as Penny's head slowly moved in a motion that
told me she was licking at the heart of Lou's sex. You could hardly hear
the sea lapping the beach, but it was easy to hear the sucking sounds that
came from Penny as she gave head to Lou. She in turn was giving out gentle
groans at the pleasure she was being given and she beat the blanket as she
had an orgasm under Penny's ministrations. Then after a particularly loud
sucking noise, Penny's head surfaced and she kissed her way back up Lou's
body, her breasts rubbing along as she moved.

     Then they rolled over and Lou went and did the same to Penny. Then
after Penny too had beaten the blanket in her ecstasy, did they move round
so that they were head to tail, licking and sucking each other in the sixty
nine position with Penny on top.

     `God I can't take much more of this,' Wesson groaned.

     `Neither can I,' I said as I changed my position and took Wesson's
rock hard cock into my mouth and sucked and rubbed him.

     `Oh Christ,' I heard him say as he took my erection into his mouth and
we both came almost at once, exploding in our arousal of watching the two
girls perform. We both groaned at our release and continued for another
minute or two sucking on each other till I let go and turned back round to
watch the girls finish off. They eventually parted and in moving round,
Penny's eyes caught mine and she winked and grinned at me as she settled
herself back down on the blanket.

     `Wow,' breathed out Wesson. `Not that I don't prefer you, but that
really did turn me on. I'm beginning to get another hard on just thinking
about it.'

     `Me too,' I said, `so how about cooling off in the sea?'

     `Good idea,' he replied. So we both got up and ran into the sea before
the girls could see our erections. There, we fooled about as two lovers do,
splashing each other and pulling one another down under the surface where
we would kiss before coming up for air. Then we saw the two girls, breasts
bouncing about, come bounding down the few yards into the water themselves
and it became a friendly splashing match between us. With much laughter and
wiping of salt water from the eyes, we finally waded out of the sea,
unabashed at our collective nakedness and Lou went and shook out their
blanket and re-laid it down next to ours.

     I think both Wesson and I were mesmerised by the large pair of breasts
being displayed as well as the triangles of hair of their pudenda. The
hamper was hauled onto the blanket and we began to have lunch. The sun
dried our bodies as we ate and Lou then asked, `Did you enjoy the show?' We
couldn't answer, but looked at each other and smirked. Lou then
deliberately poured some wine over her breast and Penny was quick to lick
it of the nipple as it ran down the big mound.

     `Will we see you do it together?' she then asked. I didn't have to
look at Wesson as he said definitely not, because I didn't want to
either. I think there had to be some limits to my authority and I didn't
really want them to see Wesson sticking his dick up my arse. Likewise I
don't think he wanted them to see me doing it to him either. The subject
was then dropped, but as I cleared away our blanket of paper plates and
other debris, I saw the two girls whispering to each other.

     `Well you know that Penny and I love each other, because you saw us
before lunch. We also saw that you did something to each other, but
couldn't see it. When two men love each other, do they suck each other like
we do? You know, put your thing in each other's mouth?'

     `Yes, we do,' I said candidly, this I didn't mind, talking about the
oral part. `As you know, I am the woman in our relationship, so it's only
natural that I do that to my man.

     `He's got it hard just talking about it,' Penny said, and I looked at
Wesson, who was red in the face, and he did indeed have a hard on.

     `I've never seen a man suck on another man, have you Penny?' asked
Lou. Penny shook her head.

     `I'll only show you once,' I said and pushed Wesson back to lie
flat. I then took his cock and held it upright for them to see and lowered
my head onto it and sucked him. Only for a moment or two before releasing
him. `We do it the same as you do, till we orgasm too.' Wesson looked as
though he wanted to crawl away and bury himself into the sand. There was
more whispering between them before they both turned to face us.

     `We'd like to show our appreciation for all that you've done for us in
the last few weeks,' Penny said, taking a deep breath that made her lovely
breasts heave up. `Once and for once only, can we swap partners for us to
say thank you both for what you've done.' Penny was a bit red in the face
as she said this and I saw that Wesson had perked up at this. `We don't
normally go with men, but we've agreed to do it this once. If Wesson would
like to roll over to Lou, I'll come over to you Francis. That is if you
would like us to?' She had cast her eyes down and I wanted to refuse on the
grounds of decency, but Wesson had already started to move.

     `Are you sure you want to do this?' I asked the pair of them.

     `It's the only way we can say thank you, besides, it has been a long
time since I've had a man,' said Lou. `Penny?'

     `I want to Francis,' she said simply. So that was it. Wesson rolled
over to their blanket, and Penny rolled over to ours. I was glad now that
Wesson and I had done it to each other earlier or I would have been
shooting my load before we'd even got down to it. It was nice to feel a
pair of breasts against my chest again, Diane's had been the last. The
softness was nice as they crushed themselves against me as we kissed. Then
she slid down my body and took me into her mouth to suck and I could see
that the same was being done to Wesson. They must have practised this
because almost at the same time they stopped sucking on our erections and
rolled over with their legs open, inviting us to do the same to them.

     I don't think either of us hesitated to muff dive and bury our faces
inside the woman before us, licking and sucking at the little bud of the
clit. Whether Penny was turned on or not, I don't know, but she was soon
urging me to come up and enter her.  I moved up and cushioned myself on her
tits as I pushed myself into her, her legs coming up around my waist to
pull me in as far as my little cock would go and we rocked and fucked there
on the blanket.

     It seemed a surprise, though it shouldn't have, to see Wesson between
a woman's legs fucking away the same as I was. Because of our earlier
release, we were both able to give them quite a hammering before nature
took over and we came. It was also as if we had timed it, we seemed to come
at the same time, Penny crying out while Lou gave out a scream as she came
too.

     Penny came in shuddering throes beneath me and I saw her eyes begin to
water as I held myself hard inside her. Her body quivered as the spasms
passed through her body as she held me tight.

     `I love you Francis,' I heard her whisper softly. `I love Lou too, but
you can do this to me anytime you want. Just say the word and I'll be
there, waiting.' There wasn't anything I could say to that, so I just held
her tight as her muscles gave the last squeezes to my slowly deflating
cock. I don't know who broke apart first, but I lay on my back in the sun
as Penny's fingers trailed over my chest and gently rubbed my bullet scars.

     `I think we should go for a swim,' I said after about twenty minutes
of laying there.

     `Good idea,' she said, and took my hand as we got up and ran into the
sea. It was only a couple of minutes before Wesson and Lou joined us for
another round of splashing about.

     `Next time we should bring along a beach ball,' Lou cried out before
being ducked by Wesson. I hoped he wasn't getting too attached to Lou from
that encounter, I thought to myself. I didn't mind the occasional dipping
of the wick, but I think I needed that wick more than they did.

     Then it was out of the water and we swapped back again as Penny went
to Lou for drying and I dried Wesson with our towel. Then we lay down again
and let the sun once again caress our bodies, but it wasn't for
long. Through the still air came the sound of an approaching boat, which
meant that it was nearly four o'clock and the watchmen were returning with
our boat.

     `This is the bit I don't like,' said Penny as we got up and started to
put our clothes back on. `I wish we could stay here forever.'

     `Amen to that,' echoed Lou. Both Wesson and I looked as the two lovely
pair of breasts disappeared from view and I think we both sighed at our
loss before getting dressed ourselves. The boat was tied up at the jetty
and the hamper was thrown in and I cast off after the others were aboard
and Wesson steered the boat out towards Nassau. It was a subdued quartet in
the boat as it chugged its way across the water.

     `Wesson and I would like to thank you for what you gave us today,' I
said, breaking nearly half an hour of silence. `and as Penny said, it was a
one off so let's keep it that way. As Lou also said, you two love each
other as Wesson and I love each other, so it's back to our working
relationship.' Nothing was said to that and we lapsed back into silence.

     I couldn't help but think back to what Penny had whispered in my ear
that she loved me. But I had no way of knowing if it was real love for me
or love for my money. She knew of Diane, but not the fact that we were
married and so she would have to be told very soon just in case she was
really after me.

     It was strange that I felt that I could love Penny, I know I was very
fond of her, but like Diane, she couldn't give me what Wesson could. Diane
had accepted me as I was, and still said that she loved me. That was before
she knew I had money, and she also loved little Francis.

     But now I started to worry that Wesson, having tasted a woman again,
might leave me. This thought started to depress me, and what had been a
good day was now turning sour with my tortuous thoughts and had to fight
back my tears.

     I was glad when we got back to Nassau and able to get to our room in
the hotel. I dragged Wesson to sit down on the bed with me.

     `Do you still love me,' I asked, `even though we've both just been
with a woman?' I was again fighting back the threatening tears, as I didn't
want him to take pity on me.

     `Oh my sweet,' he said, pushing me onto my back and kissing me. `Of
course I love you. I love you even more now because I get more pleasure
from you than any woman.'

     `Take me now then and show me that you love me,' I said with a little
choke in my throat. He moved off me and pulled up my dress and began to
suck on me for a moment before rolling me over. He pulled the dress up from
my bum and kissed me there. I heard the rustle of his clothes and felt the
head of his cock nuzzle my arse before he pushed forward and entered me.

     He wasn't wearing a condom and I felt every ridge of his thick cock
rasp its way inside me. He pulled me tight up to his thighs and gave me a
thoroughly good fucking for my disbelief in him. I cried with relief at
this proving of his love for me, not just by the fucking, but that he was
prepared to do it without a condom on. I gave out a cry as he came inside
me, pumping hard to empty himself, his cock thumping away inside.

     When finished, he pulled out and went and washed himself in the
bathroom and I just rolled onto my side and used the bed cover to wipe my
eyes.

     `I know what you were thinking of,' he said when he came back out
after taking all his clothes off. `I do love you more than ever. Being with
Lou proved it to me that I would rather be with you than anyone
else. There's only one other way to show you and that's to ask you to do it
to me now.'

     My heart leapt because this was really the first time that he'd asked
me to do it to him. The couple of times I'd been inside him were more of my
doing than his. He rolled on the bed as I quickly pulled my dress off as he
came up onto his knees and my little cock was as hard as iron as I got
between his legs. I too didn't use a condom and pushed my pecker into him
and cried again as I fucked him with all the love I could give.

     I was a very happy bunny in my bath that evening and fairly bubbled at
dinner, and got some very serious loving that night in bed too.

                                                           *

     I had asked William if he could fit in another house up at the north
end of the island, screened of course. I wanted this extra one as an
afterthought for a place for entertainers to sleep over and also I was
thinking of having some permanent security guards on the island. He said
that it would be okay as they still had time to link up to the sewage
system, though he doubted that they would be able to set any more up.

     Well it was time for us to leave as we were going with William to
Miami that day to look at some boats that he thought would fit the bill for
the island ferries. Sam arrived with the money I had asked for as we were
packing, which I gave to Lou to look after. She nearly dropped it when I
told her that the small bag contained nearly a quarter of a million
dollars. She was very nervous to have it packed in her suitcase though I
assured her it would be safest there. Besides, as she was looking after the
finance side of things it was only right that she carried it. With a last
check round the rooms to see that nothing had been left behind and a quick
check of my make-up, we left for the airport.

                                                           *

     It was an American airline that we'd booked on for the short hop from
Nassau to Miami, but I still booked us into first class. It had six rows
for these passengers up at the front of the aircraft. William sat on right
hand side with the two girls, him at the window seat, while Wesson and I
had seats opposite them.

     Our places were the last of the six rows with a curtain behind our
seats and the bulkhead of the galley behind the girl's seats. We'd been
given a drink and I thought that I would use the toilet before we landed at
Miami. I was just about to sit back down when the stewardess came past with
a man very close up behind her, moving forward to the door to the pilot's
cabin. I didn't like the look of this, so I was just about to step out into
the aisle when a gun barrel hit me on the side of the face, knocking me
down into my seat.

     Wesson started to rise up, but eased back into his seat as the gun
being held by a second man was waved at us. The man then eased himself back
so that he was leaning against the galley bulkhead as the stewardess
knocked on the cockpit door. I shook my head to clear it and could feel
some blood trickling down my cheek. I could see the horrified looks on the
two girl's faces and that of William as they looked across the aisle at me.

     It was a hijack of that I had no doubt as the pilot's cabin door was
opened and the man pushed the stewardess roughly to one side as he barged
into the cockpit and held his pistol to the head of the pilot. I couldn't
hear what was said but could see the man make a point by banging his pistol
hard on the pilot's head.

     I restrained Wesson from moving by keeping my hand firmly on his arm
whispering to him that we should wait for awhile.

     `Tampa?' was what we heard the pilot exclaim and Wesson and I
exchanged looks.

     `Just as we land,' I said in a soft voice to him and made myself relax
and take a quick glance at the man leaning against the bulkhead watching
all of us in the First Class seats as well as what was happening in the
cockpit. He was watchful but seemed relaxed under the circumstances.

     We could see through the window that we were crossing the coast of
America but gave no sign of descending. The passengers also noticed this
down aft and then we heard the babble of their voices talking of it. The
man just behind me called out to the one in the cockpit, who noticed the
agitation of those aft passengers, and said a few words to the second
officer.

     `Because of circumstances beyond our control,' the voice of the Second
Officer came over the speakers, `we are having to divert to Tampa. There is
nothing to worry about and we are just about to start our descent. Please
fasten your seat belts.' I made a pretence of doing mine up and Wesson
noticing this, did the same. It could only be at landing that I could do
anything with the pilot having a pistol to his head and I made myself relax
till that time came.

     Our ears popped as the plane got lower and I could then see we were
getting ever closer to the ground and I could see through the pilot's
windows that the airport was just ahead of us and we were approaching it
fast. The wheels had come down, released from their hold and locked
themselves ready for landing. Having flown quite a few times now, I knew
that at the point of touching down, the nose would lift to settle the rear
wheels down first, so this was the point I was waiting for. As the runway
loomed up large in the windscreen, I squeezed Wesson's arm and tensed
myself ready.

     The pilot came down heavily and the plane was really jolted as the
wheels thumped the runway. This made the man behind me sag on his knees and
distracted him just enough for me to move. I sprung over the arm of my seat
low and came up at him, my right hand going up to hit him in the throat as
my left hand grabbed the pistol by the barrel and twisted it from his
grip. He gave out a choking cry as the nose wheel of the aircraft thumped
down, and I was already transferring the gun to my right hand as I turned
towards the cockpit.

     The man up the front heard the cry and was turning round, bringing his
gun up as I dived forward to the floor, bringing my gun up. The other man
fired too soon and the bullet passed over my falling body to hit his own
man behind me. I was still falling as I fired and I saw the bullet take him
under the chin and then to see the blood splattered windscreen shatter as
his body was thrown backwards across the second officer. The pilot was
fighting the controls as the sudden wind tore through the cabin and I
landed heavily on the floor.

     Wesson was then leaping over my prone body to the cockpit as I hit the
floor and rolled to fire again at the other man who was already halfway to
the floor, sliding down the blood smeared bulkhead. My shot was right in
the heart, but I think he might have already been dead but I wasn't taking
the chance.

     I kept the gun trained aft as there might have been more behind that I
didn't know of. There was a thump on the floor just by my head and I
guessed it was the body of the other man, cleared away by Wesson so that
the second officer could help stop the plane as it still hurtled down the
runway.

     Papers, dirt and debris were still swirling about in the wind from the
smashed windscreen and I saw the terrified look on Penny's face as she
twisted out from her seat to look at me. It was only a fleeting glance
because I watched as Wesson came over me, the other man's pistol in his
hand as he went to cover the after end of the plane. I jumped up and went
behind him as cover to watch for any signs of any more hostilities from
anybody else.

     The plane was swerving about making it difficult to remain upright,
but it was definitely slowing down. I stopped moving down as Wesson reached
the far end and was satisfied that it had only been the two men. Passengers
were beginning to shout questions but held their seats as both of us had
our guns in clear view.

     `Stay seated!' Wesson roared out, shouting against the now lessening
wind swirling around the cabin. `Stay there till we reach the terminal!' I
waited till he reached me and he gave me a big smile and I turned and we
both went up to the cockpit. The plane had slowed down to just enough speed
to be able to turn safely, just before the end of the runway. As the plane
turned, I saw a truck with four definitely armed men in it waiting for us.

     `Head straight for the terminal,' I shouted to the pilot. `Don't stop
whatever you do till we're there. There are other men out there waiting for
us, with guns.' The pilot didn't argue and kept the plane rolling quite
fast down the side runway. I looked out as we had swung away from the truck
at the men gesticulating towards us and guessed that they might chase us.

     It was grand to see six police cars come hurtling towards us to go
past and I hoped that they could stop the truck from getting to us. They
must have done, because as we slowed down and swung round in front of the
terminal, I couldn't see any sign of it, or the police cars. The pilot
brought the plane to a halt and both he and the second officer wiped their
faces with white handkerchiefs as they slumped back into their seats.

     `Thank you who ever you are,' the pilot said with a strong mid-western
accent. `I thought we were done for.'

     `You did well with the landing too,' I said, patting him on the
shoulder. His head whipped round at the sound of my voice.

  `My God, a woman!' If only you knew, I thought as I smiled at him.

     `You better take this,' I said, handing him the gun as I saw armed
police starting to surround the plane. `I don't want to get shot by them by
mistake.' I had nearly said again, forgetting that it was Gervaise that had
been shot by the Americans. `Wesson? Give over the gun,' I called out. `I
don't want to lose you.'

     He smiled and passed over the gun to the pilot as the door to the
plane was opened and armed police poured in.

       You would have thought that we were the hijackers the way all of the
passengers were herded off the plane and into a lounge in the
terminal. What hadn't helped was that many of the passengers had only seen
Wesson and myself brandishing guns after the event. So we were immediately
separated from the others and handcuffed and marched off to another
room. Two policemen with drawn guns and an airline woman stayed in the room
with us for half an hour before the room suddenly became crowded with other
people.

     `Get those cuffs off at once,' the leading man snapped at the one of
the police officers. `Please accept our most profuse apologies Miss Lyon,
Mr Wesson. We had no idea. We were misled at the very beginning.'

     `Wait until the British Ambassador hears about the treatment we've
received,' I snapped at him as I rubbed my wrists. Wesson started to say
something but I stopped him. He would have said that it was an
understandable mistake. I wasn't going to let them off that easy. `My
lawyers will have a field day and just wait till the press get hold of it.'
I was playing the part of a very indignant lady. `Sister of a war hero
treated like this after preventing a hijack and saving I don't know how
many lives of the other passengers. Boy you picked the wrong person to
treat this way!'

     `Please, please Miss Francis,' the man was sweating profusely. `We
admit to making a mistake, but we are trying to put things right now,' he
was pleading as I pushed through the crowd of people to storm out of the
room. I suddenly stopped as there was a battery of flashing bulbs from the
horde of photographers that were waiting outside.

     `Miss Lyon, Miss Lyon. Can you tell us what happened?' Was only one of
the questions thrown at me. There must have been at least twenty men with
cameras and about as many with hand held microphones or tape recorders
pushing them into my face. Wesson had followed me out and stepped in front
of me to push the press of people back from me. Others had come out and
tried to make room for me to even breathe as well as move.

     `The pilot has already given a statement to the press,' a voice
shouted in my ear over the noise of the shouted questions. `Now they want
to talk to you. Let's get away from here for a moment and have a talk
ourselves, but you'll have to say something to them or they'll never leave
you alone.' I could only nod because of the noise and he then took my arm
and I had Wesson on my other side as we moved off as other people cleared a
path from us.

     `Give us a few moments and Miss Lyon will make a statement,' he
shouted as we were hustled into another room, with just two other men
coming in so that there were only five of us in the room.

     `I'm bloody furious to be treated this way. You let two men on the
plane with guns which Wesson and I take away from them and we are the ones
to be treated like villains.' I was on my high horse and I was going to
milk it for all its worth.

     `Again, all I can do now is apologise for the error, but you'll see
why from the other passengers statements,' the man pleaded, his face
dripping with sweat. `These two men are from the Bureau and would like to
hear from you exactly what happened.'

     `I'm not saying anything till I've had a drink. I've almost been
killed and then treated this way. I'm disgusted with the place.'

     The phone was already up and he barked out to bring some refreshments
in. `Gin and tonics for me, large ones, and cold beers for Wesson,' I
snapped. `There are also three others of our party and I would like them
seen too please,' I said in a more moderate voice. I gave their names and
was assured that they would be looked after. Then our drinks arrived and
after a good healthy slug of mine, I was ready for the two agents to answer
their questions and tell our story.

     After I had related my side of the story and Wesson had told his, I
asked what was it with the truck at the end of the runway.

     It appears that it had been a tightly timed operation in respect of
the plane hijack. There had been a prison breakout not far from Tampa and
the plane had been taken with the express purpose of picking the men up
from the airport to take them all out of the country. The aircraft was
supposed to have stopped at the end of the runway for them to board it, but
we had prevented that. A gun battle had ensued which cost the lives of two
police officers but with the killing of all four escaped prisoners. This
was no consolation to me because there must be other people behind them to
set this up, and it could come back to haunt me at a later date.

     Then came the time to face the press, and we went out to stand before
some hastily set up microphones. I had deliberately not wiped the blood
from my cheek from the gun bash and made sure that it was visible for the
photographers as I stepped up to speak. I told them briefly of what had
happened and just to say that I happened to be in the right place at the
right time.

     There were many other questions thrown at me, one was in regard of my
brother. I just threw back that it seemed to be getting a habit of a Lyon
saving American lives. A stupid gesture that didn't really go down very
well with those present, but I didn't care by then as I was getting tired.

     Wesson was a darling and kept in the background so didn't appear in
any of the pictures taken, which would have somewhat mollified
Frobisher. As agents, we were always supposed to be in the background, but
I couldn't with this one and had to accept it.

     As the press conference finished, I made it known that I was still
dissatisfied with our treatment and would expect to see someone of
authority of the airline in the very near future in Miami. There came a
little cheer from other passengers who had stayed behind at the airport,
well they had to stay really, because they were waiting for a plane to take
them to their original destination of Miami. I signalled to a guard that
Lou, Penny and William were part of our group and to be let through the
cordon to greet us. There were big hugs and kisses from all three, even
from William, to me and Wesson.

                                                           *

                                              To be continued.

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