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aura's arc Nor man nor beast immune To ripples in the dark And when the black breaks through And overwhelms and floods You'd best be ready, lad To peel off your duds From You Got Yourself Nekked and I Got You by the Balls, a Christmas carol written expressly for the Emperor Mi Lu Leek, Fourth Imperial Lord in the T'Sung Dynsasty.
Tony knew he was rushing it, but he had to get back to his quarters without too much sexual dawdle at Marcy's. He had promised Tiffany he would take her down bay while he did a little business at the Naval Range, and then they could spend the evening together. That meant that he had to wash off Marcy's juices before he could let Tiffany smear her own on him. This wasn't merely hygiene or consideration for others. By golly, spies had to pay attention to detail. He was in such a rush that he was undressing on his way to his bedroom, and was down to underwear before he noticed the figure in the chair at his desk. Wilmot Wilmoth was relaxed. Even relaxed, even sitting, he was ramrod straight, and his uniform, this time that of a Navy Captain in Class A Blues, was only creased where it was supposed to be creased, and there to knife edge sharpness. As usual. His smile was thin, but pleasant. "Good morning, Major Gyro." Tony threw his shirt on the bed and let his pants, already unbuckled, drop. "Do I call you 'sir'?" "Do you call your roommate sir?" "That's different. He only drops by to get laid. He can't look too officious in his skivvies. With a blonde also in her skivvies. Or a little less. With her hand on his dick. The concept of 'sir' never enters my mind. You, on the other hand, look like you should be on the poop deck of the Victory, holding up Nelson with one hand and fighting off a squadron of French sailors with the other." "You always seem to appreciate me." Wil stood up. "Don't let me slow you down. We can talk while you clean up." "Jesus, Wil. What is this? Are you really in the service? Which one. I've seen you in three uniforms now, with ranks from NCO to Warrant to O-6. Are you going to promote yourself to flag rank next?"
"I do what I have to do to look like I belong. These Captain's stripes got me into your room without trouble. Well, the stripes and certain documents." "Are the documents as phony as the stripes?" "Of course." "Did you leave the last little message for me, or was it Simca again?" "Let's just say it wasn't me." "Why don't you just nab that bitch? Before she does something really bad. Like leave a cobra in my bed?" "She has her uses to us. Besides, how often do you use your own bed?" "Not as much as I'd like. I can't tell you how tired I'm getting of this. I used to make love only if I loved the women. Now I do it for my country. At least, that's what Pompeii tells me. I love my country, but dammit, Wil, my body is starting to feel abused." Tony was naked now, and emphasized the last sentence with a gesture of his arms down his torso and thighs. He started for the shower. "And that's why I'm here." Wil followed Tony toward the bathroom. "We think you're very close to the payoff. You've probably eliminated a couple of women, and that's probably correct. I wouldn't be surprised if you got a little surprise in the next few days." Tony had turned on the water, feeling for temperature, but he shut it down again. "What do you mean. Do you know who I should watch for?" "Not know. Suspect. But I don't want to prejudice you. You're doing a good job, a scientific job I might add. Keep it up. You just have to hang in there." Tony turned the water back on. "I might have known you spooks wouldn't help any more than you had to. So you just came to give me an 'attaboy' and buck me up and tell me there really is a bad person out to trap me?" He waited for an answer. Nothing. He peered around the shower curtain. No one. "You in the bed room?" No answer. "Is that whore I fucked in Taipei your sister?" Blank. Tony let the water soak his shoulders, relaxing the muscles, warming everything. He realized that Wil had only appeared to let him know that he was guarded. And perhaps, in some clandestine way, to give him a progress report. He felt good after the shower, dressed in clean clothes. He went to his desk to make an entry in his professional accounting ledger. ee.Sister Cleopatra Drinks, dinner $100
He started out the door, then reconsidered. They might spend the night in Little Craggy Creek. Tiff Anymore might get a little expensive. He moved his bed and dipped into the bank vault under the rug. Then he started out again. "Tiff, baby, here I come." He stopped again. "Oh, shit," he said aloud to himself. "I've forgotten all about Rose Lee. She's supposed to be on the schedule for tomorrow." He glanced at his watch. "Rose Lee will have to take her chances. Tiff, baby, here I come. Again."