Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2012 08:46:56 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Francis. Part Fifteen.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
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     Part Fifteen

     Two days later I was in Frobisher's office and looking at the photos
that had been produced. They were terrific. I couldn't tell that they were
fakes, and also that there had been this scare at the airport the day
before. Armed with these, I went off to Naples the next day. I had cabled
ahead so that a car was waiting for me and Carlo told me that he had called
for a meeting with the Scarfe family heads and his own.

     The next day, I was collected from my hotel and driven out to a large
villa in the countryside. There were many cars and bodyguards hanging about
and it made me very nervous. I was escorted into this villa and then into a
large dining room that held about twenty people all seated round a large
table and almost as many men behind lined up against the walls. I felt like
Judas when I saw that Guido was seated at the table. I was given a seat,
which I noticed was just half way between the two families.

     All eyes were upon me as I took my place at the table and kept my eyes
down as Carlo stood up and spoke to the assembled men in Italian. He spoke
for several minutes before gesturing to me and then he finally turned to
me.

     `Miss Francis. I have told these men assembled here that you are an
honourable member of the Leopardi family as can be seen by our emblem that
you wear. I have told them that you had uncovered news that could be
harmful to the family in London. You hinted, because of the phone lines
being open to anyone who cared to listen, that it involved arms. Knowing
what this meant, I called those present here to hear what you have to say
in regard to this matter as it could be of vital importance to us
all. Please speak in English as I know you do not speak Italian and
everyone here has an interpreter.'

     `Carlo,' it came out as a croak, so I cleared my throat. `Carlo. I
came here to warn you, as being a member of the family so to speak. I
didn't come to talk to others.'

     `Francis. These people are my friends. If you have a warning for me,
it might affect my friends also, because of the mention of the word,
arms. So speak.'

     `I...I have a friend of a friend who is in, I don't know the right
word, but knows a lot of what goes on in the Government. They know of an
arms shipment being made at this time to Ireland.'

     There were gasps from round the table and an outburst of Italian from
various people seated there. Carlos waved his hands and spoke, obviously
calming them down. Many glances were being made towards Scarfe.

     `Please continue Francis.'

     `Well I've come to tell you that you have been betrayed. They know the
ship and where it is to go, because I thought that you might be involved in
the shipment.' More mutterings from around the table as my words were
translated.

     `What proof have you of this?' This came from Scarfe himself, and I
feigned surprise at seeing him and started to stammer.

     `C...Carlo. I'm afraid to say now.'

     `Francis. Tell me.' Carlo said.

     I shook my head and just passed the envelope across to him. He opened
it and looked at each photograph in turn. Then he passed them around the
table. The table had been seated so that the almost last person to see them
would be Scarfe himself. The other exception being Guido. As they passed
from hand to hand, the eyes all started to look at Scarfe until he had them
in his hands. They were the originals of him talking to Guido and the
others of Guido talking to an official of the British Government with a
clear shot of the hepatitis scare in the background.

     After the photos had left Carlos's hand, he had whispered to one of
the men behind him who had then left the room. He came back with some
newspapers that he handed to Carlos as the photos reached Scarfe.

     Scarfe's face went white as he shuffled through them, and he threw
them at Guido, screaming out a volume of Italian that didn't need
interpreting. Guido's protestations went un-noticed in the outburst of
Italian that followed from all the people sat there. At a sign from Scarfe,
Guido was hauled out of his chair and dragged screaming from the
room. Scarfe was shouting out at his fellow family members who were
screaming at him. Carlos motioned for me to sit down which I promptly did,
scared at this outcry. It took several minutes for Carlos to get their
attention by banging as hard as he could on the table before he got silence
and their attention.

     `I am sorry that this came out this way.' The translation I was given
later. `If I had known the contents of this envelope earlier, I would have
been more circumspect in calling this meeting. But as we are not really
involved in this affair, except in the matter of Guido, which I think you
are going to deal with, I think it wise for us to withdraw and let you sort
the rest out between you.' At this, the Leopardi contingent got up from
their chairs, me being a fraction behind them, and we all trooped out of
the villa and into our cars.

     `What a coup Francis,' he exclaimed slapping his thigh and laughing,
`what I wouldn't give to see what havoc we have caused back there.'

     The havoc was soon seen. Guido was found the next day crucified upside
down on one of the timbers of a wharf in Naples. His head was below the
waterline, but he hadn't drowned because his throat had been cut. Two days
later, Scarfe was shot to death inside his own home by we knew not whom. I
got a savage fucking from Carlo that night in celebration.

      It was a magnificent coup as far as the Leopardi family was
concerned. A major rival expunged by his own family for losing millions of
pounds as well as face, leaving them as top dogs in Italy and Sicily. My
brooch was taken away from me and exchanged for a gold one. I was now on
the inside and could attend any meetings of the family without hindrance,
and, Carlo let it be known that I was sacrosanct to all Italians throughout
the world.

     Here, Carlo was proclaiming me third in their world after the Pope
himself, Carlo being second. It made me dizzy and I think it would upset
Frobisher when he got the news. I was supposed to keep a low profile and
now look what I had done. I didn't want to go back home because I knew the
reception I would get from him. But go back I had to, so with a heavy heart
and a sore arse, I boarded the plane for London. First class of course.

                                                           *

      I was not surprised to see a big black official limousine waiting out
in the no parking area at the arrivals terminal at London airport. I didn't
need to ask for whom the car rolled, it rolled for me. I got in the back as
my baggage was stored in the boot before I was driven off to London. How
did I guess when it pulled up outside the Foreign Office. I made my way up
to Frobisher's office without an escort, and realised I was becoming one of
the establishment. I thought, what the hell, in for a penny, in for a
pound, so I knocked on the door and walked in without waiting for him to
say either enter or fuck off.

     `Oh hello Francis, you're early. I didn't expect you for another
couple of hours, and my, you do look a little peaked. Why not go and have
one of Palmer's lovely dinner's and an early night. I'll see you at ten
tomorrow morning. Close the door on your way out.' Then he returned to
reading a paper before him on the desk.

     No outburst. No "Oh well done Francis". Nothing! Just "you look a
little peaked" I mouthed to myself as I went out and shut the door. I was
seething by the time I got back downstairs and out of the building.

     `Do you have in built sensors or something,' I snapped at the driver
of the car who had the door open waiting for me as I emerged. He just
smiled at me as I got into the car. I didn't even have to tell him where to
take me. He drove straight round to Harry's flat and passed my bags over to
the doorman.

     `You too?' I said sarcastically to Palmer who came out of the lift
before I even reached it. He just lifted an eyebrow and collected my bags
and we travelled up in silence. Harry was stretched out on the settee when
I went in and I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom and kissed
him after slamming the door shut.

     `Fuck me Harry and calm me down,' I said after kissing him fiercely,
tugging his trousers open and pulling out his limp penis and going down,
started to suck on him. He slipped the straps off my shoulders as he came
erect, so that when I stood up, the dress slid straight off and pooled on
the floor. I pushed him back to the dressing table so that he sat down on
the stool and he had to lean back on his elbows as I got astride of him and
held up his tool and sank straight down on it. We both gasped at the rough
entry but I sank down till I was on his thighs and he was fully inside
me. I threw back my head and gave out a groan as I felt his hardness
pulsate and throb. I put my hands on his shoulders and moved myself up and
down, loving the rasping sensation of doing it without cream or condom. I
bent and kissed him as I moved and his hands came to my waist to help me in
my movements.

     `I'm starting to come,' he gasped, breaking the kiss. I held myself
still as I let him start to buck his hips and felt his sudden jerks and
body tremble as he shot out his load. He stopped with a sigh and I settled
back down and used my inside muscles to squeeze him for the last drops.

     I reluctantly got off him for him to stumble to the bathroom to wash
himself and I followed to do likewise. I was starting to feel better for
that and I got out a condom and put it on my erection.

     `My turn now,' I said, applying some cream to the end. Harry grinned
and went into the bedroom and knelt on the bed. I worked off the last of my
anger at Frobisher by giving Harry a rather rough fucking, pumping hard
into him and wishing that it was Frobisher underneath me taking it all.

    `That was great,' Harry said as we lay on the bed together afterwards,
him naked, me also, except for suspender belt and stockings.

     `You should go away more often if that's what we can have every time
you come back.'

     `But I don't want to go away,' I said, stroking him between kisses,

  `It's just this time I was mad at him. All I got was a hello, your back
early and I looked a little peaked. I expected more than that!'

     `Don't be too hard on him. He likes you, you know. I was told to treat
you with tenderness and care before he introduced us.'

     `He set us up?' I said sitting up and starting to get indignant again.

     `Calm down,' Harry said, pulling me back down into his
arms. `Disappointed are you?' he asked as he stroked my face.

     `No darling, you've been wonderful to and for me, and our friend here
is getting strong again,' as I had stroked him to an erection. `Will you
make love to me again, I do need it.'

     `Pull the pillows down then,' he said as he got off the bed to go to
the bathroom. I placed the pillows down the bed and spread myself over them
as him came back with his covered erection swinging as he walked. My legs
went up as he got on the bed and he quickly entered and filled me. He
looked down at me from above as he flexed his muscle within.

     `I love you Francis,' he said as he slowly moved himself in and out of
me.

     `I love you too Harry. Now fuck me and give me pleasure.'

     He did and I loved him for it.

                                                           *

     Next morning, bathed, perfumed, make-up perfect, new stockings and a
lovely summer frock on, I presented myself before Frobisher at precisely
ten o'clock.

     `I must say you look delightful this morning Francis. Have you calmed
down now?' He didn't wait for an answer before going on. `You did a good
job in Italy and that's the biggest haul of illegal arms that we've ever
caught before.'

     `And I got two men killed,' I added.

     `Instead of the hundreds if those arms had got through. You know the
omelette phrase. The only downside was your prominence. How can I train and
run you as an undercover agent if you keep coming to the top of the heap?
Nearly all of Italy must know your standing within the Leopardi family now,
and that's not good.

     `I got the job done and now, now you're telling me you want me as an
undercover agent. Well thanks very much for asking me if I wanted to become
one.' He smiled at me.

     `You do like the excitement though.'

     `Well, yes.' I saw him press a button on his phone.

     `Well we'll have to get you fit.'

     `Wesson. I want two hours of physical training and the art of self
defence to be taught to our tyro, plus an hour a day at the firing
range. So I want you to kick the shit out of Francis till I get a little
respect, like after knocking at the door, to wait to be called in instead
of just barging in.' He looked back at me and smiled sweetly. `Have fun
Francis, good-day.'

     I glared at him, but got up and went out with Wesson. Again we went
down into the lower parts of what may have been the same building, but
after all the different corridors and tunnels, I wasn't at all sure where I
was. We then entered a well equipped gym with various pieces of apparatus
and in the centre were mats.

     `Shoes off please. We don't want to damage the floor.' I then really
noticed that he was wearing track suit bottoms and sneakers and a T shirt
as he pulled off his sweater. `I think you'd better change first as well.'

     `I suppose if a man is about to attack me, I've to beg off to get
changed first?' I said somewhat sarcastically.

     `You do want some shit knocked out of you,' I heard him mutter as he
walked to the centre of the mats. I grinned and followed him, leaving my
high heeled shoes by the door. He turned round to face me and stood with
his hands on his hips.

     `Now come and hit me,' he said. I moved in close and swung at him and
without hardly moving, caught my forearm and pulled me closer so that his
hip caught mine and sent me spinning over to land on my back. This happened
twice more before I changed direction and ducked down to come up at him. He
was ready for that and one hand caught my arm as the other went to my
crotch to toss me over.

                                                           *

     When his hand felt my cock and balls beneath my frock, he
froze. That's when I caught him squarely in the midriff, doubling him over
so that he sat down gasping.

     `That's one trick they didn't teach you then,' I said, panting from
the previous exertions.

     `I didn't know,' he grimaced, catching his breath.

     `Well you're the only one in this building apart from Frobisher who
knows, and that's the way it's got to stay.'

     `It's amazing that I didn't catch on earlier. You certainly fooled me,
and all the others. They're all waiting to be sent on an assignment with
you to see who gets to bed you first. What a laugh that's going to be,' he
said getting up from the floor.

     `No one is to know,' I repeated, `and I think I'd better get changed
if you're going to kick the shit out me.' He grinned and slapped me on the
back and took me through to the changing room.

                                                           *

      I spent the next six weeks being thrown, tossed and almost screwed to
the mats, but I was starting to hold my own with him. I hadn't realised how
easy it was to throw a heavy man like him over my hip till I was shown
how. Knife, club, bicycle chain and other implements were used to show me
how to defend myself against these attacks. Then we also had that hour at
the firing range and with various pistols till I could at least hit the
target with more than half of the shots fired. The targets being
progressively moved further away the better I got.

     It was during this time that Harry went into rehearsals for Hamlet. He
had the part of Horatio, and one night in bed, I couldn't help but hold his
limp dick in my hand after a good bout of sex to quote, "Alas poor Yorrick,
I knew him well." We both laughed at this and I made him laugh again when I
said that I wished Frobisher could play the part of Yorrick.

     He had his rehearsals and I had my training. Though after that first
day, I began wearing my thong so that I could wear shorts, though I still
wore the padded bra under my T shirt in case anyone wandered in and saw
me. The best technique I developed was that when somebody came at me was to
suddenly drop at the last moment using my legs as scissors behind the knees
while the heel of my shoe went for the crotch. Then up quickly to stamp
into the stomach, chest or throat as the man lay prone on the ground.

     I learnt during these sessions that Wesson had been in the Commandos
during the war, and had gone out on several dangerous missions where it was
kill or be killed. In the field, he was to become my back up as well as
bodyguard

     At the opening night of Hamlet, I was escorted by Frobisher, and this
time we had the box closest to the stage and I loved every minute of
it. Needless to say, he declined to come to supper with us, so just Harry
and I celebrated with champagne in bed that night. Just before we had
parted, Frobisher asked if I would see him in his office in the morning
instead of doing the training session.

                                                           *

     `Two things I want to ask. When was the last time you wore a man's
clothes and can you get your hair cut?' I was rather taken aback by these
questions and I really had to think about the first one.

     `Er, it was when I joined the Merchant Navy, nearly three years
ago. Then I only wore trousers for about three months, and why should I cut
my hair?'

     `I have a job coming up where I want you to be a transvestite to do a
club circuit in Europe. It should only be for about three weeks, but you've
got to be a man who dresses up as a woman for the stage. We can fix you up
with a wig for the shows and after that, you can grow it again.'

     I loved my hair and was quite proud of it and my hand went up
involuntary to stroke it. As for a man's clothes, I didn't have any, only
Donald's, and they were too big to fit me.

     `Do I have to?'

     `Yes. You are to start off from France, so we only need a suit to get
you there and then you can get a French tailored set of clothes there. You
can have your hair cut here before you go.'

     I then thought of the wig I had made for Diane, and realised to my
chagrin, that I hadn't given a thought to her and the baby which surely
must have been born by this time. I had been so wrapped up in myself that I
hadn't had the time to think of anybody but myself.

     `Can I have a day off?' as I explained what I wanted to do, and he
agreed. So a car and driver was put at my disposal and I went straight off
down to Dorset. I bought some gifts on the way and was there in the late
afternoon.

                                                           *

     `Where have you been!' was the greeting by Diane as she hugged
me. `I've written and phoned, but nobody knew where you were.'

     `I've been away,' I lied, `and this is the first place I've called
at. I've not even been home yet.' I held her away from me for a moment to
look at her stomach. It was as flat as it used to be. `You've had the baby
then?'

     `Yes,' she cried and I gave her a big kiss.

     `Boy or girl?' I asked as she led me into the house.

     `A beautiful baby boy. Born six weeks ago.'

     `Show me, show me,' I cried, and I was led into the lounge where a
carriage was, and there was a lovely sleeping baby. Round puffed cheeks and
blonde hair peeping out of a knitted cap, his fist clenched outside the
covers.

     `He's beautiful,' I whispered, `what's his name?'

     `Francis,' Diane said quietly, `after his father.'

     I stood up shocked. I think I went a little pale.

     `What about Ralph? I thought he was the father.'

     `I said when I told you both that I didn't know which of you was the
father. It wasn't until a couple of weeks ago that the hair told
us. Ralph's and all of his family have black hair.'

     `Where's Ralph now?' I asked as I looked around the lounge.

     `Gone,' she said dully. `He left two weeks ago. It was a rather bitter
parting, but, that's life.'

     `What did he say?' I took hold of her arms. `What did he say?' Diane
just shook her head, so I shook the rest of her.

     `Tell me! Tell me what he said before he left.' She was starting to
cry now so I took her into my arms and held her tight as she sobbed.

     `He...he said that...that he wasn't going to work just to rear
somebody else's child. If...if you could afford to have bought the house,
you could afford to bring up the child. With that, he packed his bags and
left.' She was really crying now and all I could do was hold her and let it
all come out. When she was near the end of the jag, I sat her down and
found the drinks cabinet and poured us both a stiff drink. I then went out
and spoke to the driver and gave him some money to find an hotel for the
night and to pick me up in the morning.

     `Frobisher's not going to like it.'

     `Fuck Frobisher, and you can tell him that if you want to. Phone him
and tell him I'll be back tomorrow.' I went back into the house and sat
down with Diane. We had another drink and then said that she shouldn't
really drink as she was still breast feeding the baby, but she drank it all
the same. When the baby woke up, I was only too happy to sit there and
watch it suckle on that breast that I also liked to suck on. I even helped
change his nappy when his meal was over, laughing and chuckling with him,
his blue eyes smiling up at me as I tickled him.

     With him cleaned and fed, he went off to sleep again and Diane fixed
us a small dinner, which we ate mostly in silence. We sat and cuddled on
the settee in front of the fire afterwards and I explained that I couldn't
say where I'd been or that I was going to get into trouble for not going
back that night.

     `I guessed that you would rather have me stay tonight for some
comfort,' I said.

     `You're right and you came at the right time. I was so depressed this
morning, it was only Francis that has kept me going. Then like a ray of
sunshine you appeared, thank you Francis,' she said as she kissed me. The
kiss was friendly at first but turned into a passion and hunger that almost
overwhelmed me.

     `Take me to bed Francis and hold me and make love to me,' she
whispered, tears in her voice in case I refused. But I took her hand and
helped her up from the settee and I carried little Francis upstairs and
helped Diane settle him in his cradle before we went into her room. I saw
the room as though I was outside and looking in, seeing two women undress
before it was revealed that one was actually a man before they got into bed
to hold each other tight. We kissed, but her urgency was great and soon I
was aroused and rolled over and entered her and made the loving as slow as
I possibly could to give her the most satisfaction from our coupling. She
had a shuddering orgasm and clutched me tighter as I too let go and cried
out at the release and we both then grinned at each.

     `Like old times eh?' she smiled up at me.

     `Like old times,' I said as I slowly pulled out of her and rolled to
one side and then gently stroked a heavy breast.

     The baby woke up during the night and Diane got up and went and fed it
before returning to bed, where we just dozed and talked. Then as it got
light we made love again and slept till little Francis told us it was time
for breakfast. With him fed, we too had breakfast and I told Diane that I
had to go back up to London and would be away for a little while, but would
come as soon as I was back. I stayed till the car turned up outside the
gate and I gave little Francis a kiss and also Diane and said goodbye and
watched her waving as I left. No, I hadn't forgotten the wig; we had dug it
out of the chest just after our meal and was now with me in the car.

                                                           *

     The first thing I did when I got back to London was to ring up Truell
and settle an allowance on Diane. Then I went to the office.

     `Well?' was all I got from Frobisher when I sat down before him. I
told him of the circumstances that kept me back.

     `Accepted. That detail escaped me.' A rare admission from him I
thought. `Now. This is your assignment. Do you smoke?' This threw me.

     `No.'

     `Well practise, even if you only puff at the damn things. Learn
quickly how to put it in your mouth,' I'm damn sure he hid a smirk as he
realised what he had said, `Light it and give it a few puffs. I say this,
because,' he pushed a rather chunky chrome lighter towards me. `it is also
a miniature camera. Pick it up.' I did this as he continued, `hold it
sideways and press with your right hand the top sides of the lighter and
pull at the bottom with your left.' This I did, and a small section slid
out and I could see that there was a small lens in the bit that popped out.

     `Now point it and press with your top finger of your right hand.' This
I did and there was the faintest of clicks. `Good. Now you push the end
back in and it rewinds it ready for the next picture. You do the same
procedure to take the next one. The camera holds twenty frames and this is
what I want you to carry. For what, I'll come to that in a minute.

     First, you are going over to Paris, dressed as a man. I think Harry
can lend you a suit for that. There you will get a wardrobe of French
designed clothes because you are going out as a Frenchman because you speak
perfect French. Your name will be Jacques Duvall, spelt with two
L's. There's a passport here in that name. Mother's name was Simone and
your father's Henri and you lived in the Latin Quarter of Paris. The
address and other details are in this folder. Stay in some small hotel to
start with until your wardrobe is ready, funds will be provided for
this. Then you will appear at "The Venus Club", where you've been booked to
perform for one week. It is a well known transvestite place.

     This is to establish your antecedents in case of any back checks
others may later make. After the one week stint there, you go to
Hamburg. "Der Cherubs" the club is known as, for another week before going
to Berlin. The club there is called the "Blue Angel". Pictures galore of
Marlene Deitrich, but it is still a Transvestite venue.

     Now a certain Russian General makes frequent visits to this place and
I want you to be picked up by him. He lives just outside Berlin in the
Russian sector, here is his photograph.' He passed this across for me to
look at. He was in uniform and looked about forty something, greying
slightly at the temples.

     `He quite often takes one of the performers there back to his house
for the night. They always return by official car the next morning. Now
you've got to be picked up by him and taken to his house. Now we want
photos of his study, the safe in it and pictures of the windows etc. Also
of the alarm system which we know is in the hall. You take these pictures
with the lighter camera and on your return to Berlin, Wesson will take the
camera from you and see that we get it. After that, you return back home,
via Paris of course. Now any questions?'

     `So Wesson is going with me?'

     `No. He'll be there at all times. You'll see him probably on the
flight. You will definitely see him in the clubs that you go to, and he
will step in if you get into any difficulties, but try to manage on your
own. If you have anything to say to him, make it as a casual stop at his
table or something, but otherwise don't draw attention to him. He has to
keep a low profile to protect you. The only time he cannot help is from
when you've crossed the border into the Russian Zone. You're on your own
from there on till you return back out of their zone.'

     `About getting my clothes?'

     `A taxi man will have your name, Duvall, on a card at the arrival
hall. He will take you to be outfitted and then to a pension. Wesson will
meet with you and give you the itinerary. Here's a couple of packs of
cigarettes for you to practise with tonight. If asked, you say you prefer
the English cigarettes because they are milder than the French ones. That
lighter doesn't have a film in it, it's only for you to get used to working
it. The loaded one will be given to you in the car that will collect you in
the morning. You are booked on the nine thirty flight in the morning. So
have a pleasant evening trying on Harry's clothes but don't forget to pack
some dresses for your shows.'

                                                           *

     I had many things to ponder over while I lay in the bath back at
Harry's place. Notwithstanding the mission I was going on, but what to do
about Diane and my baby Francis. What a tangle that was getting in to, him
having a father who'd spent almost all his life dressed and acting as a
woman. Trying to find the solution was boiling up my mind as I lay in the
hot water. These thoughts fled from my mind when Harry came bursting into
the bathroom, naked as a jay bird and jumped in the bath with me. With the
aid of soap after some horsing around, we managed to fuck each other amid
all the bubbles and had great fun doing it.

     Then I dressed and made myself up with care to go to the theatre with
him and watch him on the stage. It was another romp later in bed when I
told him I would be away for a few weeks and that I had to borrow one of
his suits. He laughed at that and got great fun out of getting me dressed
up the next morning in one of his suits.

     How strange, tight and constricting I found this. I'll admit that I
could take longer strides, but that was the only advantage I could see. The
shirt collar was so constricting, as was the tie, which he had to do up for
me. I'd had my haircut after I had left Frobisher the day before and I now
found it horrible to try and handle. It seemed to go every other way
instead of the way I wanted it to.

     Eventually, Palmer came in to tell us that the car was there, so with
a tearful kiss, I said goodbye and flew down the stairs leaving Palmer to
bring my bags down to the car. Wesson was already in the car and when my
bags were stowed, we set off for the airport to part and meet up later at
the pension in Paris.

                                                           *

      I flew in the name of Gervaise Lyon, my other British passport and
was met at Orly airport as arranged. From the airport I was taken direct to
a couturiers where I took one suit off the peg as it were and had two
others promised in two days. I didn't collect them.

      The next day, as I had four days before I was due to start at the
Venus club, went out on a sightseeing trip. I walked up the Avenue des
Champs- Elysees towards the Arc de Triomphe and saw that crowds had started
to gather so I went with the flow till we came to a barrier that was to
hold people back. I asked a member of the crowd what was it all about, and
was told that President Vincent Auriol was due to come past. So I waited
with the rest for this great man of France to come past. I then noticed a
fidgety man a few feet away from me keep touching his breast pocket and
casting furtive looks up along the avenue. Soon, a cavalcade of cars
appeared and I saw this man grip hold of the flimsy barrier with whitened
knuckles and I had a premonition of what he was about to do. So as the
convoy of cars started to come abreast of us, I was as ready as he was, and
when he moved and jumped over the barrier, I was right behind him.

     I saw the gun come out into his hand as I flew in with my leg scissors
movement. I'd not done this before from behind, but it was just as
effective. The gun went off as he fell forward and I was soon up on top of
him, wrestling with his wrist to try to get the gun away from him.  The gun
went off again and I had felt as though I'd been kicked in the side. Shit,
shit, shit, I screamed at him, knowing I'd just been shot. I was still
holding him when Gendarmes suddenly engulfed us. The man was wrestled away
from me and I fell back, blood pouring from my side that felt as if it was
on fire. There was much shouting and in a haze of pain I saw all these
faces swirling about me. Hands were pressing at my side and others were
trying to lift me. I tried to fight them off but I was lifted up and placed
on what I think was a wheeled stretcher and the next thing I saw was the
inside roof of an ambulance. A mask was put over my face and I felt a
pinprick in my arm as I then passed out.

                                                           *

     I woke up with a horrible dry taste in my mouth, but couldn't swallow
because there was some kind of tube between my lips.

     `He's awake, `I heard a voice say, and then there was a nurse, rather
pretty, I think, bending over me. The tube was taken from my mouth and
water or some other liquid was eased in for which I was grateful. I then
went back to sleep and when I awoke the next time, it was Wesson that I
saw.

     `Hello,' I said weakly.

     `Not bad for a first effort, but you should have got that gun hand
earlier. Didn't I teach you anything?' he said.

     `Frobisher will be mad,' I mumbled.

     `Mad! He's spitting feathers,' was the reply from Wesson. `Smith told
me that Frobisher slammed down the phone when he got the news, exclaiming,
Shit! The stupid bitch has done it again. Right in front of the French
President this time.' It's nice to know he still thinks of me as a female I
thought as I drifted off again.

     When I was fully awake and able to comprehend what was going on, they
told me the full story. It was some Algerian fanatic that had tried to
shoot the French President, and that it was my presence of mind that had
prevented him. They showed me all the newspapers that carried the
story. Pictures of the captured man, me on the floor covered in blood,
(Again. Shades of Aden), and some of Auriol. I had police round my bed
asking questions as to how did I know? What was I doing there in the first
place etc. The British consul was there trying to keep people away from me
(on Frobisher's instructions), and Wesson hovering in the background. The
latter two between them, got me out of the hospital and into a private
clinic to keep me away from the press, but someone in the police department
had released my name, so there was nothing I could do from that point on.

                                                           *

     I was back in England some time before it was announced that Gervaise
Lyon, an Englishman was to be presented with, giving it the full title,
Lorre de la Legion d'Honneur. This would be when he was fully recovered
from his ordeal in the saving of the life of the President of France, but
that's jumping ahead slightly.

     It appears to have been a difficult task to keep the press at bay, but
I was finally whisked away from this clinic to another in the South East of
England. I had lost a lot of blood and they reckoned it would take at least
three months before I would be able to walk about under my own
steam. Talking of steam, Wesson got the full blast of it from Frobisher
with having to cancel my cabaret tour and put things on hold for awhile,
being told, unjustly, that he should have prevented this from happening.

     After a month, during which time my eighteenth birthday came and went
by without anyone really noticing it, they said I could leave provided that
I would still let myself be treated by a nurse. I had pestered them long
enough I gather to let me go. I elected to go to Diane's house rather than
my own because of the press details of my name. She was glad to see me,
though not really in the condition that I arrived. But she wouldn't hear of
me going anywhere else. I had funds to be able to have a private nurse,
though I only had her visit to check me out. Diane fed and cared for me as
well as to looking after our son. A week later, Harry showed up and was
made to stay. He'd finished the Hamlet stint and was now free. I
unashamedly told Diane, with Harry there, that he had taken the place of
Donald in my life and that I didn't want to be forced into the position of
having to choose between them. Diane decided that Harry should stay with us
until I was fit and able to do things for myself.

     That was only one of my problems solved for the moment, but the others
needed a great deal of thought. I can't list them in any order of priority
as you will see for yourself.

     Diane was the mother of my child, fact. Do I marry her and give the
child my name officially. To do that would give name to the lie I had been
living for over eighteen years in my own village, and how many would be
hurt by that revelation. That is not to mention what would then be thought
of Donald! I now found out that I loved Harry as much as I did Diane and as
much as I had Donald. I think I needed Harry more than Diane needed me. She
couldn't give me what Harry could; a full and satisfying sex life, but it
was baby Francis that cropped up in the equation with regard to
Diane. Likewise I couldn't reveal myself to the village for reasons
mentioned. I was in turmoil as I lay there in bed, being waited on hand and
foot while the wound in my side healed. Then there would be the wrath of
Frobisher to face in the near future. Oh what a Gordian Knot I had
contrived for myself. I was no Alexander with a sword to cut this.

                                                           *

     It was the middle of December before I was able to move about and take
part in the household downstairs. I'd had constant attention from both of
them during my stay in bed. When Diane was seeing to the baby, Harry was
with me. Both without the other knowing, as I was getting better, gave me
blow jobs to keep my spirits up and I was grateful to them both for this
consideration. Now I was downstairs and able to move about, I gave a half
hearted attempt to help with the Christmas decorations. I made money
available to buy what we needed for Christmas and we were very cosy in the
house in this period.

     I needed sex, Harry needed it and so did Diane if she would only speak
the truth in this matter. I had to bring it out into the open to try and
solve the problem all round.

                                                           *

     Then it hit me! Well, it solved one problem though it created another
which would be hard to explain. I had to invent a twin brother! It was him
who had saved Vincent Auriol. I had been travelling on a passport, as a
male, whose name was Gervaise Francis Lyon. Why not a twin brother
separated at birth and not known of till this event. I was in France and at
the time of the death of my parents, had been collected by my aunt and
taken back to England to be raised. But what if my twin brother had been in
hospital under the care of an old retainer and didn't know to where or by
whom I had been whisked away. This old retainer then reared the child,
having more than enough funds, fleeing from France during the war
etc. There were lots of holes in the story, but who was really going to go
into much detail if I announced the fact myself.

     `How are you going to be in two places at the same time?' Harry asked.

     `I haven't been home in the village for, what, six months? What are a
few more months or years even. I can let them know that through this
incident with M. Auriol, I went and found out that he really is my
brother. Then when I turn up in the village as him, he's my twin don't
forget. They'll recognise me and say how much like my sister I am. My hair
is cut short now and I can wear a wig when I am Francis.'

     `They won't swallow that,' said Diane.

     `It's a farce worthy of Moliere. Preposterous,' put in Harry, but he
grinned to belie his words, `but I like it.'

     `I'll pick it over until the bones show through on it,' I said, `but
there is another matter that must be resolved. I love both of you and don't
want to hurt either of you by saying the wrong thing.' I took hold of a
hand of each. `I love you both and you, I think, love me.' I squeezed their
hands to stop them from speaking. `Harry,' I said looking at Diane, `can
give me what I will always need, and you can't do that. Diane,' I said to
Harry, `has already given me what you can't give me, though I like trying,'
I said with a grin. They both gave a chuckle at what I meant. `Diane has
given me a son. I would like you to marry me Diane so that little Francis
will have my name and all that I can give him, but I cannot give up Harry
for reasons that I've already said. This is the quandary I'm in. I love you
both but do not want to lose either of you but still give Francis what he
deserves.'

     `I can't Francis. It would have to be all or nothing,' she said after
a few minutes silence. More followed until it was broken by Harry.

     `It's not my place to really say anything in this except that I am the
one to gain the most by having the company of Francis all the time, but
that's not what Francis is really saying. What he is saying is that you can
marry him, but you don't have to live with him. Wait, let me finish,' as
Diane started to interrupt. `It will be just a piece of paper that might be
of enormous value. What if he went off on a jaunt and comes off worse, God
forbid. Little Francis gets nothing. But this little bit of paper means
that your future and that of little Francis will be secure. At least it
gives the baby a name, a name to be proud of instead of being called other
names when he can't name his father. I'm sure that if you met someone else,
Francis wouldn't hesitate to let you have a divorce, but at least little
Francis will not be shamed. But I believe that Francis has still got a long
way to go in this life and I believe his star is well on its way to glory
in one way or another.' Again, the room was silent as these words of Harry
hung in the air.

     `Can we leave this till after Christmas. Give me time to think what
you both have said. Thank you Harry for your advice and thank you Francis
for asking me, but let's not my answer spoil Christmas.

     It didn't, but it could still be felt in the air. There was a certain
amount of tension and I did what I could to relieve it by letting Harry
fuck me during that period whilst I fucked Diane, at different times of
course. Now that my side was healing, I became like a ping pong ball
between bedrooms, trying to please both of them without giving offence to
the other. We still didn't have an answer at New Years Eve, and after
having a quiet word with Harry, who understood, that after we had seen in
the year 1950, I went to bed with Diane. An anniversary so to speak.

                                                           *

     Two days later she agreed to a marriage; on paper. So we were married
three weeks later and two days after that, Harry and I returned to
London. We'd only been in the flat for one day when Palmer came into the
bedroom; the first time he'd done this ever since I'd been there. He didn't
show any qualms about seeing us in bed together, though I'm damn sure he
knew what was what.

     `Sorry to intrude like this, but Frobisher was adamant that I
interrupted whatever might be happening to give you his summons to both
present yourselves at his office immediately, sir,' he seemed to tack the
sir on the end of the message.

     `Oh Lord. He must have the bit between his teeth to send for both of
us,' said Harry getting out of bed.

     `Once more before we go to the scaffold Harry. We don't know what he
has planned, so let's hope that this won't be the last time,' I said as
huskily as I could. I watched him immediately begin to stiffen up and he
went to the bathroom and was soon back to see my rear presented ready for
his penetration. Somehow, a good fuck in the morning does wonders for
me. The heavy panting as his weight on my hips increases with his thrusting
and the feel of a hard cock soothing my inner passage excites and calms me
down at the same time. With him pulling my bum up tight to his thighs and
feel the heavy throb inside me as he comes is a wonderful tonic to start
the day.

     We showered and had a quick breakfast as I dressed in a nice floral
print dress though I had to leave off the stockings because my side was
still too sore to take the suspender belt, and I carefully made up my face,
ready to face the ogre. We were soon in his office and we were not invited
to sit down. He had glared at us as we entered, but it was several minutes
before he flung his pen down and faced us.

     `Well? Explain yourselves. You've been missing for nearly two months
and not a word. Though it was not reported in the press, a certain Gervaise
Lyon married a Diane Lovell of Dorset with a certain right Honourable Mr
Henry Brougham as best man and witness. What the hell is going on and why
wasn't my permission asked first?'

     `Excuse me sir,' I said, `but you are not my father.'

     `I may not be your sire, but by God I am your God, Holy Ghost and the
whole fucking Trinity whilst you are employed by this office and paid by
this Government, you will do as you are told!'

     `I haven't been paid at all yet,' I tried to point out.

     `That's beside the point! When I say jump, you jump. When I say speak,
you speak; you don't even fart without permission. Who told you to jump on
that assassin and fuck up my schedule? You made a right holy mess of all
the extensive arrangements. Why?' His face was quite red from this
outburst.

     `The man was going to kill the French president, sir.'

     `I don't care if he was going to kill the whole fucking French
assembly, you fucked up my plans. Back to this bloody marriage. Why was
this done?'

      I had to stand there for a whole ten minutes explaining the situation
as I saw it. From the revelation of Gervaise Lyon down to giving the child
a name and what I'd planned to cover all the bases that I could think of. I
also asked if he could supply the documentation to carry this through. Only
when I'd finished were we told to sit down.

     `What do you think of this?' he asked of Harry.

     `I'm delighted sir. I get to have Francis all to myself.'

     `You're a cun...couldn't you think of anything else but, oh never
mind. Well it sounds okay Francis, but I'm sure it'll backfire
somewhere. How are you feeling now? Fit and ready for work?'

     `Still sore, but I'd like another couple of weeks yet before getting
thrown around the mats again by Wesson. Also I need to get the ball rolling
in regard to Gervaise.'

     `Okay. Two weeks, and I'll see to the bits and pieces that you want.'
He turned back to the papers on his desk, so we got up and walked as
quietly as we could out of his office.

     `What do we do now?' Harry asked, and I hugged his arm.

     `Let's go back to bed.' So we went back to the flat and spent the
whole afternoon lying head to tail, me sucking on my favourite stick. Even
that pleasure can only last a certain amount of time and, by mutual
agreement, we worked at each other till we both came in gouts of ooze into
each other's throat before licking the opposing member clean. We showered
and got dressed, and after a light early supper, went off to the theatre to
see his crowd of friends in Macbeth. We went off with some of the cast
afterwards to a party and got back to the flat around four a.m. quite the
worse for drink.

                                                           *

      Next morning I started the introduction of Gervaise into my
life. First I phoned Mr. Truell in Trowbridge to ask if he'd seen the
papers in regard to the attempted assassination of President Vincent
Auriol. He'd said he had, and didn't believe me when I told him that I had
traced the man, because of his name, and had found out that it was my twin
brother. He out rightly refused to believe it.

     `You'll believe it all right when you see him. He's already in England
recuperating and I'll be sending him up to see you. He'll have all the
necessary papers to prove who he is and I want you to open a bank account
in his name. Please put in it, oh, sixty thousand pounds. That'll do for a
start. It really is his money,' I countered the blusterings of
Truell. Flora was thrilled at the news and said that it was like a fairy
tale. I told her to prepare the house for when he arrives, and I said that
I couldn't come because I was back off to France on a cabaret tour.

     `Can you hear it?' I asked of Harry.

     `What?'

     `The sound of the ball starting to roll. All I have to do now is wait
for those papers from Frobisher.'

     `What do I do with you gone?' Harry asked somewhat downcast. `I'm out
of Macbeth, and there won't be another production for at least six weeks
yet. Can I come along? You know, friend of Francis and acting as an English
guide and companion, in case the wound goes bad or something.'

     `Good idea Harry. Mmmm, you are sweet,' I said, giving him a kiss.

                                                           *

     Two days later, the papers were delivered along with a note saying
that my presence was required in Paris, for I knew what, in three weeks
time. This suited my plans and I checked over the papers and saw that they
were just right. The guys down in the forgery section know their job. The
birth certificate was old and creased giving the right date of birth and
names of both parents, all written in French of course. Then there was an
old letter, even more creased, purportedly from my mother to a friend. It
explained that Gervaise was separated from me because he had the chicken
pox and was being looked after by an old friend, and would be collected
when the infectious period had passed. The letter was dated the day before
the air crash. The other item was a faded picture of a man and woman in a
garden, and on the back were my mother and father's names and the date,
March 1925.

                                                           *

     So the next morning, after a healthy belt up the rear by Harry, we got
dressed for our journey of adventure. I still felt strange being dressed up
in a suit, but I would have to get used to this. It was around lunch time
when we got to Trowbridge, and I had Truell's office address written down
on a piece of paper which I could wave at him.

     `Well are we ready?' I said to Harry as I pulled my jacket down
straight, the cut of which was definitely not English.

     `Oh yes. This is going to be fun,' he replied, and in we went

     `Oh my God,' stuttered Truell, half getting up from his chair as we
were ushered into his office. `Francis said I wouldn't believe it.'

     `You are the Mr Truell that I was told to visit?' I asked giving my
English a small trace of a French accent as I waved the piece of paper
before him.

     `Yes, yes, er Mr...er. It's incredible! We had no idea...Please,
please be seated.'

     `This is Mr Henry Brougham, a friend of Francis who has kindly agreed
to accompany me and help me with any language difficulties, also in case I
feel unwell from my er, recent activities.'

     `Your English is perfect Gervaise,' Harry said with a laugh.

     `Pleased to meet you Mr Brougham,' Truell said offering his hand.

     `Your servant sir,' said Harry shaking the hand before sitting down
next to me.

     `This really is a surprise I can tell you,' said Truell.

     `It was to me too. When Francis walked into the 'ospital, she caused
an 'avoc. It made me shook up I can tell you. She tell me to show you these
papers and here also is my passport.' I handed all these over to him, and
by the way he looked at the letter, I could see that he didn't speak
French. To test this out, I asked him in that language if he could
understand what the fuck he was looking at. I got a blank look in return

     `Sorry,' I said, reverting back to English, `maybe you would like my
Harry here to translate for you?' Truell gratefully passed them back across
and Harry related what was written.

     `Francis and I pieced to pieces together, is that the correct way?' I
turned to Harry.

     `Nearly, but we understand what your meaning is,' Harry grinned, `but
you shouldn't try to overdo it.' He finished with a meaningful look. `Just
speak as you feel. If it's really wrong, I will correct you.'

     `Merci,' I said, letting him see just the tip of my tongue. He had a
job to keep a straight face. `As I was speaking, no, saying,' giving a
triumphant look towards Harry for the benefit of Truell. `Francis and I put
it together. As you heard, I caught the pox and was looked after by a nurse
so that I shouldn't infect Francis. Now when the hospital learned of the
air crash, they didn't know what to do, so this nurse, who only worked as
a, er, volunteer? She took me to her family home, with my little bag of
things which contained those papers, except the passport of course. In the
meantime, one of my aunt's came and collected Francis and took her to
England. Neither the aunt nor Francis knew that I was left there. When the
nurse tried to find Francis, she couldn't. I don't think there was any
malicious intent on her part, but they didn't try very hard to find her. So
I was brought up in this family and who I work for now as part of them in
the wine trade. It was easy for Francis to back track on my upbringing and
there we are. As soon as I could be moved, she brought me over to England
and stayed with an old friend of hers, Diane, in Dorket.'

     `Dorset,' Harry corrected me.

     `Yes. Do you have any questions to ask of me?' I asked Truell.

     `No, no. I had a multitude of questions to ask, but I can see that I
do not have to ask any of them. The papers are in order as is the
story. The clincher is that I don't think I could tell the difference
between the two of you. All I have to say is welcome to England and to give
you this. It is a bank book and a cheque book at the local bank just down
the road. Money has been put in there for your use.'

     `Please, is there a flower shop here. I want to take some flowers for
the graves, you know.'

     `Certainly. I will give you directions. If you'll excuse me for a
moment. I will have my secretary phone to the village for Francis's car to
come and collect you.' He got up and left the room. Harry winked at me and
leaned back, crossing his legs as he gave me a broad smile.

     `Shall we go then,' Truell said smiling. `I'll take you to the bank
first where you can get some money out, and then to the florist's. By then,
Allen will be here.'

     `Allen?' I asked.

     `Allen Farthing. He does the driving for Francis. He'll tell you more
of the village later.' The three of us then went to the bank where a slip
was filled out for me to sign my name and I finished up drawing out five
hundred pounds. There was much whispering by the staff and I kept getting
pointed looks. Then we collected two bouquets, though I really wanted to
buy four, but I couldn't under the circumstances. Then when we came out, I
could see the black Rolls Royce waiting and a smiling Allen.

     `Good afternoon sirs,' he said as he opened the rear door for us to
get in.

     `Very nice,' Harry said as he got in. I handed him the flowers.

     `Thank you Mr Truett,' I said, shaking his hand.

     `Truell Mr Lyon, Truell,' I was corrected.

     `Yes. Thank you Mr Truell. I hope to see you again soon.' Harry was
grinning as I got in and he gave my leg a squeeze. Allen got in and then
drove us off to the village and home. One hurdle was over, now it left
Flora and Beatrice. Allen had already accepted it, so let's see if the rest
of the village will.

     `I was stunned sir, as was the rest of the village to hear the news. I
can see that there isn't any doubt that your Miss Francis's twin. Beatrice
will be tickled pink when she sees you.'

     `Tickled pink?' I asked.

     `It's just an English expression. One of humorous joy,' said Harry.

     `Does that mean I have to tickle her to make her go pink?' I
asked. Harry had difficulty in keeping the smile off his face. Allen,
driving, laughed out loud at this, and it gave him an anecdote to relate
later.

     `Who is this Beatrice?' I asked of Allen. `You must tell me of the
others too.'

     `Beatrice is my wife and she is like a housekeeper for Miss Francis,
and you too now sir. Then there is Flora. That's Beatrice's mother. She
does the cooking for the evening meal. Miss Francis always used to see to
her own breakfast and lunch.'

     `And you just drive the car?'

     `Oh no sir. I also help out as a handyman. I see to the lanes, that
is, keep them clean and tidy. I also look after the cemetery.' He carried
on giving a breakdown of the village's inhabitants and their habits and
standing within the community. It was quite an amusing revelation to me. As
we came into the village, we turned into the lane where quite a few people
were gathered.

     `That,' I glanced back, `is what I think you call the Public House,
no?' Both Harry and Allen laughed.

     `It's either called the pub or the local. We must call in there later
and have some good old English beer,' Harry said.

     The car pulled up outside my house and Allen quickly opened the
door. Flora and Beatrice were at the front door, and I could see Peter in
the vicarage garden watching us. There were also a couple of the villagers
there with him.

     `Well I never,' I heard Flora say and Beatrice could only utter an
ooh. The both gave me a bob as I approached them.

     `Welcome home sir. I must say I'm really at a loss for words.'

     `First time eh ma?' Allen said bringing up the rear.

     `You must be Flora,' I said taking her hand and brushing it with my
lips, `and this must be your charming daughter, Beatrice I believe.' I also
took her hand and kissed it too. She simpered as she did another bob and
disappeared inside.

     `I am devastated that Mr. Towell didn't tell me you would be here. The
flowers I brought are for the churchyard, if I had only known, Mon Dieu!'

     It was fun being told about my own house and what went on, but then I
interrupted the flow to say that I wanted to pay my respects at some
graves, so Harry and I escaped back outside. We went towards the church and
Peter was there, waiting for us at the gate.

     `Welcome to our humble village Mr Lyon,' he said extending his
hand. `My word you are the spitting image of your sister. Oh my name is
Peter Blake, the reverend of this parish. I gather that you visit the
resting place of your mother and father?'

     `That is correct.'

     `Let me show you, if you would follow me.' Harry and I followed on
that well worn path that I knew so well. He stopped where they were buried
and waited. I took the two bouquets from Harry and stood in front of them
for a minute.

     `Do you mind if I could be left alone for a moment.'

     `Of course. I apologise,' Peter said, and started to withdraw with
Harry.

     `One moment. What are these other graves here alongside?'

     `That what you can see, is the grave of your parents. The next two are
of the aunts that raised Francis. The other is that of the last rector
here. If fact it was this man here that saved your sister's life, though it
cost him his own.' Tears came to my eyes and I had to turn away so that
Peter couldn't see them.

     `Then I think they deserve some of these flowers too. Thank you very
much.' As he left me, I split the bouquets and then I knelt down and placed
some of them on Donald's grave and said a little prayer for him. Then I
laid the rest on the other three graves, saying a prayer at each.

     Then I rejoined them and thanked Peter and went back to the house with
Harry. There, Flora had prepared a wonderful dinner, and she was helped by
Beatrice to serve us. I let Harry choose the wine while I fielded questions
from Flora and I was glad when the meal finished. She and Beatrice went off
home leaving just the two of us together. We toasted each other with some
brandy.

     `Well done Francis, I take my hat off to you. You would do well on the
stage. I mean the legitimate stage, not the pokey little platforms that
they use in clubs, or,' he added slyly, `ships.'

     `You beast,' I said, throwing myself on him and giving him a deep
kiss. `Let's go to bed shall we.'

     `Good idea. We've had a very exciting day and I have another idea that
can round off the day perfectly,' he said as he stroked my bum. I put my
hand into his crotch to help myself up off of him and felt that he was
ready to take me on.

     I led him upstairs and stopped at the first bedroom door.

     `This is your room, mine is next door. Oh, the bathroom is down at the
end.'

     `What do you mean Francis. This is mine and that is yours. I didn't
come along just to sleep alone.'

     `Don't be silly my sweet. Don't forget that Beatrice does the
rooms. Your bed has got be slept in, well at least used.'

     `Oh, of course. Silly of me not to think of that. Well I'll just toss
about in the bed and think of you.' I patted his cheek and went to the
other room. I couldn't very well go to my old room, so I had to settle for
this one. I stood in that room, which was almost the same as mine down the
hall, and looked around it. Tonight I would lay Donald's ghost to rest, God
bless him. I got undressed and made sure there were four condoms on the
side as I lay down on the bed to wait for Harry.

                                                           *

     Next day, with four used condoms flushed down the toilet, we had a
late breakfast and were up at the pub for opening time. Harry and I didn't
drink a lot, but I made a point of buying one for all those who came in for
a drink. Such was the curiosity value of the visit of Francis's twin
brother, I think they all turned up during that lunch time. There were lots
of comments and jokes and Harry liked the one that was said that if I wore
a wig, I would just look like her. I'd like to see that, Harry laughed. We
stayed till closing time and with many farewells said, Harry and I went
back down to the house. I couldn't resist looking back to make sure a
vehicle wasn't parked up at the top.

     We slept the afternoon away, in separate beds till Flora called us for
dinner. I loved Flora's cooking and wished I could stay longer, but it was
better to be prudent, so I told her we were leaving the next day. She asked
after Francis but I couldn't tell her when she would be back, believing
that she was in Europe on some tour. But, if she had any messages she
wished me to pass on, I would only be too happy to deliver them when I saw
her in Paris very soon.

     With the ghost of Donald laid, I welcomed Harry into my bed where I
gloried in him entering me and loving me till he came in his usual
shuddering bursts. I then used Harry and loved his small cries of
endearment as I fucked him. The other two condoms were used in the
morning. After breakfast, Allen was summoned and he took us off to
Trowbridge train station.

                                                           *

     We spent most of the next two weeks plus in the flat, eating, sleeping
and trying every position we could think of to have sex in. Then it was
time for me to go to Paris. An Air France plane took me from London to Orly
where a limousine waited to take me to the best hotel in Paris. There I was
greeted by a host of people of various functions within the French
government. The Master of Protocol led me through the ceremony that would
take place the next day, and by the time all this had finished, I was then
banqueted and put to bed almost legless.

     I was presented next morning with a morning suit, which I suppose was
the right thing to wear that time of the day. When ready, there was a
cavalcade of cars, with me inside, that roared their way to the Elysee
Palace, blaring motorcycles as outriders.

     At the palace, I did as I was told and was soon led through massive
rooms that survived the Revolution and when I was there, being pushed
forward to meet President Vincent Auriol.

     After a short speech by him, he presented me with the Legion of Honour
before kissing me on both cheeks and shaking my hand. I was then beckoned
away as somebody else was to receive some other award, mine being the only
Legion person that day. Then it was a grand lunch before I was escorted
back to my hotel for the night.

     The short flight back to London was First Class and I was not
surprised to see a car waiting for me. This took me to Whitehall and I was
soon in Frobisher's office.

     `Congratulations Francis. That is now, what, Queen of the Seas, Flower
of the Desert and now a Legion of Honour. What comes next, the
Congressional Medal of Honour, a Knighthood?'

     `Sarcasm, well you know the line, and I'm ashamed of you.'

     `You are perfectly correct Francis, I apologise. Please forgive me and
have a glass of sherry. It doesn't do the British Government any harm to
have an Englishman receive that honour, believe me.' He passed me over a
glass of his sherry and raised it to me before taking a sip. `Now how did
it go in the village as your own twin brother?'

     `Better than I expected. I was immediately accepted and made to feel
most welcome, it was wonderful.'

     `How is your wound?'

     `Much better. I hardly feel it at all now.'

     `Good, because we've set the aborted mission back up again. You hadn't
forgotten this, had you?'

     `No,' I lied.

        `Right. Your first gig is three nights from now in Paris for the
week. Then one day travel to Hamburg for another week and the same again in
Berlin. Do you remember all that you've got to do?'

     `Yes,' I said in a low voice.

     `Well good luck Francis. Wesson will collect you and I'll see you
again in, what, four weeks?'

     I had a lot to do and only one full day to do it in. So there was
washing and ironing of clothes, singing all day long to get my voice back
in form. Then the checking and packing of my trunk as well as a suitcase. A
quick dash out to the shops after checking the make-up kit. It was late
when I was satisfied with all my arrangements, and I was too tired to make
love to Harry, but welcomed his loving to me. I made the most of it as I
would not be getting any for a couple of weeks.

                                                           *

     I was dressed in my French suit and Harry helped Palmer down with my
trunk and then suitcase and vanity case. Here Wesson gave a hand to load
the car before I drew Harry back inside the building for a last kiss before
going off. He and Palmer gave us a wave as the car pulled away and I
settled back feeling somewhat secure knowing that Wesson was going to be
near me all the time. I had put out of my mind the fact that I would be in
the Russian Zone of Berlin, hopefully, only for one night out of his sight.

     We separated for the checking in line at the airport. Me to the First
Class queue while he went Economy. If I'd gone with Wesson, I would have
had to pay excess on my baggage weight. A taxi took me from the airport to
a modest hotel that befitted my persona and was pleased to see Wesson
arrive just as I was going up to my room.

     I didn't go sightseeing but went direct with my trunk to the club. A
cleaner helped me get it inside and into a communal dressing room. I had to
wait an hour before the stage manager arrived to find out the set up. Not
having done a cabaret before, I didn't know the ropes, nor worked with
transvestites either. He told me the way that it worked was by my having to
be on stage for two songs, wait until all have been on and then go out
again for another two. I might, depending on who failed to show up, have to
do some extra turns. Most unreliable these type of people he finished off,
leaving me with still a lot of questions unanswered. The group was a trio
and I found out that they could play my stuff, so I gave them copies of
what I would be doing and went off to the dressing room to start getting
changed.

     There were two other men in the room already, half dressed and working
on their faces before the fly spotted mirror that ran the length of the
dressing table. There were six chairs and they occupied what would the
fourth and fifth chair, so I gathered there was a pecking order in this
place, so I put my vanity case on the table before the first chair, the one
nearest the door. This meant that I would get knocked every time somebody
went in or out of the room.

     `Hello, you must be the new girl,' said the one in the furthest chair
turning to look at me, `a pretty one too. My name is Jean-Paul,
Paulette. We only use our stage names in here, and this is Lili.'

     `Hello. My name then is Jaqueline. I assume that this is my seat?'

     `Yes. The one next to you is for Michelle, then Claudette, if she
shows up and at the top of the heap is Rose,' Lili said before turning back
to the mirror. I got my vanity case open and placed out what I needed to do
my face with. I was going to use the Oriental look and wear my cheongsam
for my debut. I'd already taken off my shirt and tie and trousers and just
sat there in my underpants as I made up my face.

     `Oh what a pretty madam we've got here,' said a loud voice from one of
the two that entered. `Fresh meat for the hungry hordes.' She banged into
my chair as she went past and sat at the far end. Rose! The other one
simpered and sat next to me. Michelle! I kept on with my make-up because I
knew that I would have to go out there first. Finally satisfied, I went to
my trunk and got out my dress, wig, shoes and thong. Then Claudette burst
in and quickly brushed past me to sit down in her chair.

     `Late again?' Rose sneered, `Did his dick get stuck in your arse?'
Michelle sniggered as if it was funny. I quickly dropped my pants and put
on my thong. Then slipping the tight dress over my head, being careful of
the make-up, a padded bra not being needed for this dress. Then I put on my
wig, the black one I carried for this dress and now I was ready, apart from
my shoes which I wouldn't put on till I had to go.

     `Well just look at our Chinese queen, Miss Fuk Mee!' Rose called out
from her seat. She was big, but I could see that the fat on the arms was
flabby and knew that she intimidated by size rather than brawn. Michelle
did her little sniggering bit. I ignored them and checked my make-up again
just as I heard the trio start up. I slipped on my shoes and went out to be
ready for my cue. I looked out through the curtain, butterflies in my
stomach. This was to be my first paying public as it were and I hadn't
performed in front of an audience for nearly a year now.

     There were many little tables scattered around the club and single men
occupied half of them. Then I guessed that they had come here not just to
see the show, but to pick up one of the performers. It took a few minutes
before I spotted Wesson, sitting alone like the others. Then the trio
started with my music and now I wasn't sure if I'd chosen the right piece
to start with. It was "Anything goes". I went out and sang and did a little
dance as an Oriental would have done. I got a good round of applause at the
end of that and then an even

  bigger one at the end of my second song.

                                                           *

     I was flushed with pleasure when I returned to the dressing room as
Michelle was about to go on.

     `They were just being kind to you on your first time,' Rose sneered.

     `Never mind her. That was very good,' said Paulette. I took my time
changing for it would be a good thirty minutes before I was on again. This
time, I changed my make-up and used the blonde wig, an evening dress that
was cut away at the front so that when I danced, the tops of my stockings
would be seen as well as a flash of thigh. The girls had been coming and
going and when Rose came in to the desultory clapping of her performance.

     `Cretins!' she raved as she barged past my chair as I was getting up
for my second stint. There were some cheers and whistles as I emerged onto
the stage as well as some clapping. That was even before I opened my mouth
and I guessed that this wouldn't go down well with Rose. So I did my second
part and finished to a rousing cheer and applause. A lot of the tables were
occupied by now, though only a few had two men at them.

     `That was terrific,' said Paulette as I entered the room. I took my
wig off and dropped it on the table and took off my dress and went to hang
it up next to my cheongsam. Then I saw to my horror that my Oriental dress
had been slashed to ribbons.

                                                          *

     `Who did this to my dress?' I cried out, swinging round. Michelle, who
was next to go on, sniggered. I pulled her hair back so that she swung
round in the chair and I stuck two fingers up her nostrils, forcing her
head back. My palm was facing upwards so that my fingers were like hooks up
her nose.

     `If you think that was funny, think how your nose would look if I
pulled them down now,' I snarled at her. Hers eyes had gone wide and huge
in fright. `Well! Who did it?' I looked along the line of faces and I saw
Paulette flick her eyes towards Rose. I released Michelle who quickly got a
tissue to check if her nose was bleeding or not.

     `Paulette, Lili, move out of the way please,' as I moved towards Rose,
slipping my shoes off so that I was in my stockinged feet. They both got up
hurriedly and moved towards the doorway. I stopped just to one side and
slightly behind Rose and looked at her reflection in the mirror to see the
sneer on her face.

     `Well! Did you do it?'

     `What if I did,' she answered.

     I moved fast, snatching at the arm on the dressing table, pulling it
back with one hand as the other pushed at the back of her head as hard as I
could so that her face smashed down onto the table. We all heard the crunch
of bones splintering as blood spurted out from both sides of her squashed
face. There were gasps from behind me and in the mirror, I saw the glint of
a knife coming towards my back. I suddenly dropped to the floor, my action
fractionally slowing the assailant as I twisted as I landed on my good side
and did a reverse scissors action. This caught Michelle by surprise as my
left leg caught her behind the ankles as my bent right leg now straightened
up and slammed into her knees. This sent her crashing backwards onto the
floor and I was up on my feet in an instant and on her as I grabbed the
knife hand and broke her arm at the elbow. She screamed out at the pain and
writhed on the floor holding it as I got up.

     The others were all huddled by the door, their mouths open in horror
and surprise at the speed of the action which had only lasted about fifteen
seconds from start to finish. Thank you Wesson, I silently said to
myself. I wasn't even breathing hard as I put my dress back on and slipped
into my shoes.

     `If anyone ever,' I stressed this word, `ever touches my things
again. They'll spend the rest of their life performing from a wheel
chair. I think you're due to go on next Claudette, er, Michelle is
indisposed.' I was pushed past them and bumped into the stage manager
trying to get in.

     `There's been an accident in there. Two of them fighting. I think
you'd better get an ambulance. I'm going for a drink.' I pushed past the
startled man and I could hear the babble of noise behind me. I grabbed a
waiter and demanded a large gin and tonic. I then looked round at the
tables to find Wesson. I saw where he was and started to wend my way
through the tables. Four that I passed, the men stood up and invited me to
sit with them. These I ignored and Wesson, seeing the reactions of the
other men, stood up too as I approached his table. As though indecisive, I
paused, and then accepted his offer to sit down.

     `What the hell went on back there? We heard the screams and I was just
about to come over,' he asked.

     `Wait a minute,' I said as the waiter appeared with my drink. I took a
big mouthful and savoured it as my pumping heart started to slow down and
the exultation that began to flood into my body at what I had just done. I
let the drink slowly slide down my parched throat.

     `You were terrific up there. Both times! I just couldn't believe
it. Just like the first time. I didn't know you could sing like that.'

     I patted his hand and signalled to the waiter for another drink as I
drained that glass.

     `Thank you Wesson,' I said.

     `For what? It's true. You did very well up there.'

     `No, the thank you was for throwing me around in the gym for all those
weeks. You just said I did well up there, well you should have seen what I
did in there,' indicating the dressing room as my second drink appeared.

     `Well? What happened in there?'

     `Wesson. Do you really know where we are? What this club is? It's a
pick up place for men who like men that dress up as women, and people are
starting to look at us,' I hissed. `Bring your chair closer and pat my hand
and whisper into my ear.' He understood immediately and moved closer and
did as I asked. I gave out a laugh as though he had said something
funny. Then two ambulance men came into the club and were directed into the
dressing room by the stage manager.

     `There are two non-combatants in there that need hospitalisation. That
is why I thanked you.' I then told him of what had occurred.

     `I wish I'd seen that,' he whispered into my ear.

     `I think I needed you more in there that out here,' I said with a
laugh, `but I don't think I'll have any more trouble as far as that
goes. So it's shopping tomorrow to get a new cheongsam, pity, because that
was something special.'

     Claudette had finished her two songs, which she had made a right hash
of, due to nerves I think. Lili was on now, so it would soon be my turn.

     `I'd better go, because I've got to get ready,' I said as I finished
my drink. I stood up and whispered into his ear, `When I next come out,
order a bottle of champagne, that's the whole idea of these places. Now
stroke my arse as I leave, and make it look as though you mean it.' I
straightened up and turned to leave and he did stroke my bum and it sent a
little shiver down my spine as I went back to the dressing room.

     `That was marvellous to watch, even though it was horrifying,'
Paulette said as I went in. She was ready to go out and the two bodies had
been taken away. `Henri was frantic. It was lovely to watch him try to tear
out the hair he hasn't got any longer. You were wonderful,' and she gave me
a kiss on the cheek. `I wish I had done that years ago.' I started to put
my make-up back in my case. `You're not leaving after that, are you?' She
looked horrified.

     `No. Just moving up the order,' I said as I went up to the top seat
and swept all of Rose's things onto the floor. Then wiped the blood away
with some tissues and sat down, a little smile on my face.

     We had to do extra stints because of what I had done, but it had been
worth it. To finish off the night, I went out in a black dress and flat
shoes, making myself as small as possible, and because I could drop my
voice, did very well as Edith Piaf, especially with her song of "No
regrets". I got a standing ovation for that.

     At the end of this, the others came out and took their bows and took
off their wigs to show that we really were males in drag. I didn't like
doing that, and refused to take mine off. Keep them guessing is the name of
the game.

     Wesson was waiting along with some other men for us to come out of our
dressing room to be escorted off to wherever they were going to go and do
whatever they were going to do. I must say he looked uncomfortable knowing
what the others were there for and them assuming that he was too. I laughed
when he told me. You'll get used to it I assured him.

     We got back to our hotel and went to our own rooms where I had a long
lovely bath. I lay there in the hot soothing water and relived the
excitement of the fight. I excited myself so much that I got an erection
there in the bath and had to jerk myself off to relieve the pressure.

                                                           *

     Early next morning, I went off to one of the best fashion houses with
my tattered cheongsam and asked for another to be made that
day. Impossible, I was told. One week at the earliest.

     `This was made in Hong Kong in four hours, and you say one week. Why
do you think I came here? Your place is supposed to be the best. I'm
prepared to pay whatever it costs for it to be ready before you close.'
Then I pulled a stunt that I'm not ashamed of. I turned back my lapel to
reveal my medal.

     `The Legion of Honour. Oh my God,' the woman stuttered. (Mind you,
this was all said in French and it really sounds much more dramatic in that
language). `Then you must be Mr. Lyon. It will be done, even if I have to
do it myself,' the now fawning woman said adamantly. Thanking her, I left
her with the tattered dress and went back to the hotel.

     I collected it that afternoon, paying an exorbitant amount for it, but
I expected that. At the club, there was no argument as I took the top seat
at the mirror and the evening was a good one. The club was full from the
beginning of the cabaret till we finished. At the end of the week, the
club's owner asked me to stay on as a permanent star for the place, but I
had to tell him that I was booked for Hamburg. The girls were as good as
gold, and I think they were sorry to see me go, new ones being there to
replace the two I had displaced. The room had developed a gaiety where
before had been despondency.

                                                           *

     Wesson and I travelled by road up to Hamburg, where we started all
over again. Word had preceded me, which must have been from Paulette,
because she was the only I had told the name of the club I would be going
to. I was greeted with some wariness that soon developed into warmth when
they found that I wasn't an overbearing queen. Wesson actually got into a
fight when we were there. One man wanted to take me over from him and
thought he could do it physically. Wrong! Wesson laid him out and
personally picked him up and tossed him out into the street. This was only
our second night there, and as the patrons saw that I went with Wesson all
the time, I was then left alone.

     Again, I was asked to stay on, but declined. We travelled again by
road. The club we were going to had been closed during the blockade, but
was now a thriving place. That is why we were now able to drive into
Berlin. I keep saying Berlin when I should really be saying West Berlin,
the city being divided. All the way down, Wesson, who spoke German, helped
me with what I hoped would be my show stopper. As the club was called The
Blue Angel with pictures of Marlene all over the place, I was going to sing
"Lili Marlene". By the time we got there, I had the accent right.

                                                           *

     I didn't start off very well, due to nerves I think. This was where I
had to be picked up by the Russian General, to be taken back to his place
for him to bed me, and get photos of the inside of his house. He didn't
show that first night. Nor the next and hadn't shown when it came down to
my last night there.

     Then as I came out for my first song, I saw him sitting at a table
with two other men. My heart gave a jump, trepidation or relief I don't
know. I glanced and saw Wesson who gave a slight nod to say that he too had
recognised him. The general was in civilian clothes as were his bodyguards
(?). I went into my routine and back to the dressing room when I'd
finished. I didn't mingle during that break, but I did at the second one. A
waiter touched my arm as I came out from the curtain and indicated that
very table.

     One man released his chair for me to sit down, which I did while he
got another one. The General spoke to me first in Russian, then German
before English.

     `I am French, but speak English Mr, er?'

     `Call me Sergey and your name I believe is Jaqueline?' I nodded and he
snapped his fingers and a bottle of champagne was on the table in an
instant in its ice bucket. One of his henchmen popped the cork and poured
out two glasses, one of which was given to me.

     `Prosit.'

     `Salud.' I wasn't going to be caught out by saying cheers.

     `I liked your singing and I think I like you,' he said, beginning to
stroke my arm.

     `Thank you,' I said, not stopping his hand from moving.

     `I haven't seen you here before.'

     `I've been here for the week. I'm off to Paris tomorrow.'

     `Tomorrow! Just when I was getting to know you,' his hand now moved up
to my neck as he began to stroke that. `I would like to get to know you a
bit more intimately,' he said softly in my ear.

     `Do you mean what I think you mean?' I said a little coyly.

     `I think you do,' he chuckled, his hand running down my back and
touching the top of my bum on the chair before finishing up on my upper
thigh under the table. `After all, if it's your last night here, why don't
we enjoy it together?' His hand now rubbing up the inner side of my thigh.

     `Are you a big enough man to do that?' I asked, my hand now under the
table and finding that he had an erection inside his trousers.

     `It gets bigger when exposed. I've not had complaints before.'

     `I'll think about it. I must go now. I'm back on in a minute.'

     `I'll stay here till you say yes,' he said as I left the table. Got
you I said to myself as I went back to check my make-up. I'd told the group
as I went off what would be the song I wanted. So dressed up exactly as
Dietrich had done for the film in 1930. The music cued and the stage lights
went out just long enough for someone to put a lamppost prop there for me
and I stood leaning against it in her classic pose. When the lights came
on, there was a good round of applause and I huskily sang her famous song.

     What an applause I got at the finish and they shouted out for more, an
encore. Some of these voices I heard were shouting out in English.

     `For those boys over there,' I said in English with a French accent,
`I'll sing it in English, though by the look of you, you weren't even born
when this was sung.' With the laughs, I sang it again in English. More
rapturous applause when I finished.

     I went back into the dressing room and changed into what would be my
last costume for the evening, as well as the trip if all went well. I also
took off my thong and packed that away. Then I went back out into the
audience and sat down with Sergey. He kissed my hand as another glass of
champagne was poured out for me.

     `That was stupendous! Never since she sang that song have I heard it
sung so well. My congratulations.' His hand went under the table and up
onto my thigh.

     `Have you thought about tonight,' he asked, his hand moving higher up
my leg. I put my hands under the table and pulled the bottom of my dress
right up.

     `Do you know what's under this dress?' I whispered to him.

     `Of course,' he smiled as his hand went right up and felt my cock and
balls. These he fondled as he said, `but it's what you're sitting on that I
want.' His hand then took mine and placed it on his erect, covered cock,
`and this is what wants to go there.'

     `I can hardly wait,' I said huskily, letting my eyes go a little
hazy. He saw the look and almost drooled.

     `I've got two more songs to do and then we can go. We can go to my
hotel...'

     `No,' he said, `we will go to my place.'

     `Where's that?' I asked.

     `In the Russian sector.'

     `What!' I made it almost into a strangled shout. `I can't go there. I
haven't got a visa!'

     `You can. I will be your visa. I am General Sergey Dolonomov,' he
stated proudly.

     `Oh my God,' I said with a girlish giggle, and I whispered in his ear,
`and I'm going to be fucked by a General? Wow,' and I gave his cock an
extra rub.

     `You won't be disappointed cheri,' he said as I left the table, making
the agreed signal for Wesson that it was fixed. Now I was all fired up that
I was going to get a bit of cock tonight and that my mission was on.

     I was glad when the show finished and I had to fight off the manager
for a return engagement, all very complimentary, but out of the question. I
made sure that I had my cigarettes, which I didn't like, but had been
practising on, and the lighter camera. Also I carried my passport, all this
in my little handbag.

                                                           *

     The three men stood up as I emerged from behind the curtain and I was
escorted out to a waiting car. I was squashed in between the General and
one his men as we set off for the Russian sector.

     `You do have your passport with you?' he asked, and I passed it to
him. He flipped through it. `England, Spain, Germany. Now we will have a
stamp of Russia put in. Ha,' he laughed, `and a Russian in you too later.'
He laughed heartily at his own joke. I laughed with him and caressed his
thigh to the check point. Our passports were checked before we could leave
the English side, and then not much further on, we stopped at the Russian
side of Berlin. There was much saluting and talk in Russian, some papers
were passed across which he put inside his coat and then my passport was
handed over and we had to wait for a few minutes before it was handed
back. The general said some more words to the border guard and in front of
him, he signed across the new stamp. This done, we carried on with our
journey. Now I was really on my own because Wesson couldn't follow me here.

     `Don't lose this,' Sergey laughed. `I've signed it so that they will
let you back out again. Without it, you might have to stay here. Now that
might not be a bad idea.' He saw the stricken look on my face and quickly
patted my hand. `No. I won't keep you. You'll come back this way and they
will let you go on through.' With that comforting, but still niggling
thought, I settled back to continue stroking his leg till we pulled into
the grounds of a large house on the other side of the divided city.

     `Home,' he said proudly. `Belonged to some rich Jew before the Nazi's
took it over. Then we took it off them. What they call in English I
believe, swings and roundabouts,' and he gave out a good laugh.

     `Come,' he said, getting out of the car, `let's go and have a decent
drink instead of the muck that they call champagne.' I followed him up the
steps into this huge hall. I'd already undone the clasp of my bag, and now
I let the bag fall and the contents spill onto the parquet flooring. As we
retrieved the contents, I saw just off to the right of the door, a huge
control panel with many buttons and switches which I would have to try and
photograph. Then we went past the sweeping staircase and into what was
obviously his study.

     There he went to a sideboard and poured out two large measures of what
I guessed to be vodka. I tossed it back as he had done and nearly choked on
it. Pure neat vodka at least a hundred proof. He laughed and poured me
another and I saw him take the papers he had got at the border out of his
coat.

     `May I smoke in here,' I asked, waving the packet of cigarettes.

     `Certainly. I prefer cigars myself, Cuban. Got to support their
exports.' I got a cigarette out and fussed with the lighter as I saw him
reach under his desk, where there must have been a button or some such
thing. Then he turned and pulled at the picture that was on the wall behind
the desk. It swung back on hinges to reveal a safe. I managed to get three
pictures before lighting the cigarette. One would be good I thought,
because he had dropped one piece of paper and while he was bending down to
retrieve it, I had a clear sight of the safe. Part one, I thought as I sat
there trembling, puffing away on this horrible cigarette. He finished at
the safe and was soon next to me and he finished his second drink and said
it was time for bed. I stubbed out the cigarette and winced as I swallowed
the last of that neat spirit down. I got up from the chair and went with
him, but I had left the cigarettes and lighter behind.

     We went upstairs and along to what was his bedroom. Here, for the
first time, he took me into his arms and kissed me.

     `Let's not waste time,' he whispered and letting me go, he quickly
undressed, flinging his clothes aside until he was naked. I'd only got my
dress off by that time and I stood before him in just bra, belt and
stockings. He was big and hairy. Hair all over his body and this made his
big erection stand out from the fur.

     `Oh what a man,' I cried as I went down on my knees and took him into
my mouth. I had seen the expression of pride on his face at what I had said
before consuming him.

     `There's nothing better than a Russian cock,' he said as he held my
head in his hands and rocked to and fro, his piece moving in and out
between my tightly closed lips. I tongued him as much as I could before he
stood me up and pulled me across to the bed. Without any further ado, he
turned me round and bent me over and pushed himself into me. I gurgled at
the swift entry and then gave myself up to the pleasure of being fucked for
the first time in weeks. He was good and knew how to use his cock. He
reamed me lovely and I even drooled at the thrill I was getting. He might
have been old, but he had the strength to take me again in less than half
an hour. I went off to the bathroom to clean him up, as he didn't use a
condom before I went down on him and brought him back up to size
again. This time I straddled him and kept on pounding till he came for the
third time. I washed him again as he fell asleep.

     I was a bit sore, but he did know how to fuck. I stayed awake for an
hour before I got off the bed and donned a bathrobe. I saw that it was now
just past four in the morning as I went down stairs. Security within the
building was bad. I was able to get my cigarettes and take them out into
the hall and take some photographs of the alarm system, and then back into
the study to take some more of the safe picture and of the windows. I was
back upstairs and on the bed without anyone seeing me, it had been that
easy.

                                                           *

     I still couldn't get to sleep and I watched the clock creep round to
seven before I went down on him and woke him up in both senses of the
word. He fucked me twice more before he cried off and went and had a
shower.

     `Jaqueline. It's a pity that you've got to go back. You've given me
more pleasure than any before you.' He gave me a sweet kiss and said that I
could stay till I'd had breakfast and then a car would take me back to the
British sector. He gave me one last kiss before he left to go to work. I
managed to doze off for a while until a man brought me in some breakfast,
that wasn't very appetising, but the coffee was good and strong.

     I got up and got dressed and did what I could in making up with what
little I had in my bag. Then I went downstairs, some of the staff watching
me and I didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed that they all knew that the
general had spent the night fucking me, because I, if I got back, had
fucked them all too.

      As promised, a car was waiting and it drove me back through East
Berlin to the border. There was a lot of activity going on, guards all over
the place with guns at the ready, but they were facing the other way. My
heart had started to pound when I had first seen them, and there was a lot
of shouting, orders being given. My passport was taken away and then I was
told to get out of the car and taken into a small office. My heart was
going even faster now as I saw the car that had brought me here, turn round
and drive off back.

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                                              To be continued.

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