The CIA Doublecross Pt. 02

Marsha propped her pack against a tree and said, "Not bad. Not half bad."

We found a patch of dry grass in the sun and shared a beer. I asked, "If we were actually on a honeymoon, would this be an ok spot?"

Her response was a hot and hotter kiss that went on for a long time. "Yes, I think so. Lots of water to wash you out of me." She laughed and applied her lips again.

"Since my shrink got things straightened out, we have been living as man and wife. Are we ever going to put a marriage certificate behind that?"

I put my head back and gazed at the puffy clouds overhead. I reached for her hand and said, "The idea that everyone needs a piece of paper to feel married is pretty recent. I'll do a piece of paper with you in a quick second, but it isn't going to change how I feel."

She scrunched around and put her head on my stomach. "Underneath all that nerd, you are a romantic, Scott. You are growing on me."

"Which guy do you want? The one who breaks into computers? The one who drags you to mountain lakes? The one who chases bad guys away?"

She waved my arm around in the air and let it drop on her right breast. "Can I choose more than one? What about all of them? A girl likes choices."

"Greedy, are you? Let's put up the tent before it cools off. And we might take a stroll to check the surroundings."

As we were matching up fiberglass wands with the panels in the tent, she said, "You're assuming the FBI protection has holes in it?"

"Hard to say, isn't it? The only people we've talked to so far that have a clue are the Chief and Horace.

"So we assume there are smart bad guys still after us?"

"There is maybe a one percent chance of that, but we don't want to find out we guessed wrong, do we?"

The hike was fun. Mossy animal trails, little clumps of mountain heather, better and better views as we climbed. I sat on a granite boulder with her between my legs, catching our breath. She had my hands on her boobs again. I liked that.

She said, "What if we fix up that campsite, make a fire that sends up a nice spiral of smoke as we eat. And when it is dark enough, dress in heavy clothes, take our bags, and find a spot up here where we have the whole place under our eyeballs?"

"That would be a very smart move. If they want us, they are probably in a hurry, and pissed off that the cops took us away from the lodge."

"They might take chances, like coming up the trail without night vision glasses and red lights."

"Marsha, if you don't stop that smart thinking, Cooper is going to kidnap you for his team."

"Never. I'm on the Scott team."

I kissed the back of her neck. "We just have the one pair of night glasses?"

"We can take turns. One of us is going to stand watch, anyway. Your pussy ration is suspended for the duration."

"Damn, we better get this over with."

She stuck a hard elbow in my ribs. "Yes."

I was stiff and freezing when she nudged me in dim twilight. "Something moving at camp."

She had taken the watch at 3 am and was as cold as I was, even with a bag over her. She handed me the binoculars.

Two shapes moving in the trees at our campsite. We couldn't hear anything, but they were undoubtedly swearing.

"Sweep the area, they might be smart enough to have brought others to block an escape."

I saw the flame before Marsha did, "Shit. They're burning our stuff. Going to force us out."

We looked at each other, grim with the knowledge that we should have taken food and bivouac gear with us. Good guys make mistakes too.

In my pack was one water bottle, a fistful of energy bars, and my revolver. Not much to get us out of a bind.

A quiet voice to my rear, said, "Don't move, I've got you covered."

It was Horace. Still looking at the camp, I asked, "You are seeing what we are seeing?"

"Yes. You aren't totally helpless in the wilderness. Keep your heads down and don't let them see the sun reflect on your glasses."

I said to Marsha, "Honey, I think we better follow directions. That darn Indian has done it again."

"Maybe he is a better bet for me than you are?"

"You are one fine lady, but if I take you home, my wife will have her skinning knife out."

"Oops, guess I better behave."

"Horace, what is the next move?"

"Chief has a posse moving up on them. Damn fools landed at the airport yesterday and threw their weight around at the rental counter. Their vehicle has a GPS bug on it, courtesy of the Sheriff's Department. Not sure how they knew to come looking up here so fast. They got something planted on you?"

I was thinking about that when a sudden volley of gunfire erupted down at the camp. After a few seconds, one guy came into the open with his hands up. Six men came out of the far trees and approached.

Horace said, "We better head down and see what's left." We worked our way through the talus, with Marsha's fists on me whenever she could land a blow. Horace noticed. "You mad at him?"

"No, he and I have a thing for each other. I have to keep reminding him." She laughed and poked at Horace too.

He said, "You're pretty feisty. I bet you would get along with my Ellie."

Chief Ben Alexander was there, himself. His sidearm holster was unfastened and he was questioning a manacled prisoner in black clothing. He gestured, "Won't talk. No ID or anything on him. Prints will probably draw a blank too. Who do you suppose wants him more, FBI or CIA?"

He drew us off to the side and asked, "Give me a hint or two what's going on."

I decided to give him the lowest level info I could. "Chief, Marsha and I only have bits and pieces. Something about stolen missile parts. Might be a covert military op. We ID'd a couple of people at the engineering company Marsha works for and picked up a tail. FBI decided to get us out of the way. Didn't work very well, did it? Sorry for all the trouble we have caused."

Horace came up and I said, "About that bug business. The only place something could have been planted on our stuff was at the lodge. You don't suppose that valet kid who sold us out to you was taking money from these guys too?"

The Chief laughed. "Yes, we do suppose. My deputies call him the stupidest crook in town."

He went on, "Horace, what are chances these two lovebirds could use that guest cottage of yours for a few days. The department will pick up the tab. Maybe you could take them directly there so no one in town sees them. I have a feeling we are about to have high level company from the national security folks."

Horace's wife Eleanor was tall and lean like he was. I'd never seen as beautiful a Native American woman. Her handshake was firm and she hugged Marsha right away. A teenage lookalike came out on the porch and was introduced as Meg.

I said, "Your dad ratted you out, Meg. He said you are smart and tough and don't let the boys pull any moves on you."

"Daad! You're not supposed to talk about me to strangers."

He wrapped his arm around her and said, "These are two really nice young people who need help. You could earn some pocket money if you were willing to find clothes for them in town. A bunch of nasties burned their camp last night. What they are wearing is all they have left, and it isn't much."

I gave Meg four hundred dollar bills and told her to buy something nice for herself while she was at it. Her mom led us to the cottage out back, which was immaculate. She laughed and said, "You have to get naked and you have to get clean. Give me all of those filthy clothes and use the shower in there. I'll bring you sandwiches and beer while you are in the bathroom. You can climb in that bed and do what young naked couples do. After a while, Meg will bring you something to wear." She had a big smile on her face.

After she was clean and in the bed, Marsha wanted a lot of skin contact. I handed her a beer and a sandwich. She sat up against the headboard, which gave me a bare chest to look at. "Perv."

"Darn right." My hand made a move in her direction, and an arm went up. "Later. I'm starved. Fine trip leader you are. Seems as though the only thing that has happened since I took up with you is bad guys and guns."

I drawled slowly, "the only thing..."

There was a knock at the door and Marsha called, "Come in."

Meg had several bags in her hands. "Oops, I better just leave these."

Marsha said, "Sit and talk to us. We need company. Did your dad tell you anything about this morning?

"He said he had never seen two greenhorns with the smarts and the good luck of you two. I'll be right back."

She came back with a beer and a sandwich for herself. She reached into a bag and pulled something from the bottom. It was a nice looking bra in black fabric that she tossed in Marsha's direction.

"You really look good without that, but he'll get rambunctious staring at your tits like he is."

The two women laughed at me as Marsha slipped it on. The fit was good. The tits were still worth staring at.

Meg looked at me and said, "He's cute. My boyfriend is a football player. He has a scholarship offer to Boise State and is going places. Mom and Dad threaten to chain me in my room because they are afraid I will get knocked up."

She gave us a sultry look that would fully justify chains. Marsha elbowed me, "She is taken, and so are you!"

I looked forlornly at Meg, "Come over here and save me. I am a helpless victim."

To Marsha's and my surprise, Meg locked the door and lost her clothes on the way to the bed. I lifted the sheet, and suddenly we had an incredible brown body in there with us, applying kisses wherever she could.

"I was going crazy over there, watching the two of you and wishing I could get treated like she is."

Marsha's lips were fastened on stiff pink nipples standing up from the beautifully rounded breasts. Meg's hand was guiding mine between her legs. "Rub."

Her strong lean body writhed under our attack. "OMG, you are destroying me. Please don't stop, I am going to come."

I stuffed my tongue in her mouth to smother the scream as her orgasm hit. When calm was restored, she said, "I am so glad I crawled in with you. This is a real threesome, isn't it? I am having fun."

Marsha took a grip on the dark hair, "You are hotter than a pistol, and you are not getting fucked in this bed with us. Come see us when you are out of school."

"I kind of knew you would say that. Don't want to get in trouble with my mom."

Meg kept up a steady stream of conversation as she wiggled around on us. I thought she was trying to get us into screwing so she could watch, and was ready to perform when she made a quick move and slid herself fully onto me. Marsha didn't even know what happened until Meg kissed me and said, "Scott, this is really the best ever. I hope Marsha doesn't kill me." She lay her head on my chest and squeezed me powerfully.

My fiancee swept the sheet aside, "You are a total tramp. The most gorgeous tramp I have ever seen." She leaned down and took a good bite of one cheek, then began a tattoo beat, alternating from one globe to the other. Meg wailed and shook and had a great come on me. I wondered if the football player had discovered his girlfriend liked it on the rough side. To protect that tough brown rear, I flipped us over and gave her my best Marsha treatment. She hollered and shouted, "Come in me, I'm safe."

With a quick look at Marsha, I gave my own great yowl and blasted into our nymph.

When we looked up, there was Ellie, door key in hand. "I knew she would be trouble. She takes after her mom. Once that darn football player popped her cherry, there is nothing Horace and I can do to keep her away from sex."

She unbuttoned her dress and it dropped to the floor, revealing another fantastic brown body.

A moment later, Meg was being dragged violently out of our bed and into the shower, where a series of loud swats were accompanied by wails of pain. "They didn't mind. He said I was beautiful. Ouch! That hurts."

A few minutes later, they returned, wrapped in towels. I made room and now there were four bodies in the bed. Ellie said, "Ace is going to be angry he missed this fun." She took a long drag on Meg's bottle.

She pushed Meg in between herself and Marsha and did the stern mother routine with a big smile on her face. Then hopped out to get more towels and the lotion bottle. Meg found herself stretched across three laps, with six hands applying lotion. Ellie was at the head end, working on drying and brushing her daughter's hair. Marsha and I dug our fingers in hard, loosening muscles and tendons.

Ellie said, "I had a thought you might be interested in. This bundle of trouble wants to go to Boise State because you know who is going to be there. I think the Chief and the FBI would just as soon have the two of you out of here fast. What if we take our car, and the four of us drive to Boise tomorrow? You can find a commercial flight or whatever, and this one can try to convince me to let her attend Boise State."

Meg tried to say something, but Ellie batted her head down and said, "Quiet, young one, you don't have a vote in this discussion."

The body was voting anyway, jumping and kicking and squirming under our hands.

Marsha was smiling at me, and running her fingers up and down the ticklish side of the sexpot lying across her thighs. Meg got loose and attacked her mother, pulling down the sheet, driving a knee up between her legs, and taking a good bite of boob. "Mom, I'm going to die if you come up with any more great ideas!"

Marsha climbed out and motioned to me to hold Meg while she talked to Ellie on the front porch.

Meg was wiggling under my hands, liking my poking and prodding. "You don't need an extra girlfriend, do you?"

"Margaret Youngblood, you are one hot piece of ass. I haven't had this much fun in an age. And I've never been hit on by such a pretty girl. I want you to promise me something."

My hands were still working her limbs and she slowly said, What?"

"Every night, when you go to sleep, I want you to repeat to yourself, "I am smart, I am talented, I am going to finish school and make my folks proud of me."

"No keg parties with football players?"

"Absolutely not."

"No joining the cheerleaders and showing my panties to thirty thousand fans?"

"Horace and I will take turns beating that fine butt of yours."

She climbed into my arms. "You are a good guy. You better take care of Marsha or I will do some beating of my own."

Ellie and Marsha were back and plucked Meg from me. "We need to talk to Meg. Get dressed and get lost for a little while."

I was nursing another beer on the front porch of the main house when Horace drove up. He looked a little tense. "Sit and let me get you a beer. Ellie has things figured out."

He said, "Scott, you don't know how much firepower you have brought down on us. I've never seen anything like it. If Ben hadn't told the whole bunch of them you were in protective custody at an undisclosed location because of suspected terrorist attack, I hesitate to think what they would be trying on you."

"Horace, I'm beginning to admire the way you and Ben do business. Admire a lot. The girls are in the cottage. They sent me here. Ellie says she is secretly spiriting us away tomorrow to Boise."

He rocked back and forth, taking drags on the icy beer. "Well, I'll be. That damn woman guesses where I'm headed more than half the time."

After a while, he said, "We don't advertise it, even to friends, but she is fully deputized, and is a black belt. And I've seen her take down a deer at more than a hundred yards without a scope. That's one reason Margaret is after me about wilderness training. Wants to be as good as her mother."

I looked at him. "Marsha and I are hellishly impressed and in your debt."

Three bodies came around the corner to interrupt our conversation. Ellie wore the same dress she had on before. The other two were quite a sight.

"Scott, I'd like you to meet my twin daughters. This one here is Margaret, and that one there is Marsha. They give me no end of trouble, but are good girls."

The newly christened twins had matching cowgirl outfits on. The makeover was remarkable. A family resemblance had been worked into their faces, and they were busy imitating each other's walk and talk.

Horace said, "I'll be damned, look at that."

Marsha said, in a fine imitation of Meg, "Dad, about that trip. If you agree, Mom says she can break loose and come along tomorrow. And Scott says he can drive and look out for us because he has business in Boise."

Horace had his cell out. "Chief, we need you out here for a new situation that has developed. We'll provide dinner. Be better if you didn't tell anyone where you are headed."

Horace smiled and asked, "Ellie, with two pretty helpers, think you can work up a little dinner for the Chief and the rest of us?"

"Horace, are you fixin' to do a little number on the Chief?" Ellie had a big smile.

"Well, after he calms down, he will realize we are removing a big thorn in his side."

He turned to the twins. "When the Chief comes steaming up here in a few minutes, I want you inside. Scott and I will walk out to his car with a beer. I want you to come out on the porch, looking just like that and pretend to have curious looks about who this stranger is. Don't say a word, just look at him."

Sure enough, the Chief's patrol SUV came up the drive in a hurry in about twenty minutes. I handed Horace a fresh beer and we strolled out to the vehicle. Ben was climbing down, clicking off from a call and looking harassed. "What's up Horace, to get me out in a hurry at the end of the day?"

"Chief, catch your breath and have some of this."

Not long after, the two women walked out on the porch and looked at us. The Chief took them in casually, and then more intently. "Is that Meg looking so fine? Is that a new friend? The two of them could be twins."

"Chief, I'm glad to hear you say that. Come meet Meg's new friend."

Three guys with beers sauntered toward the porch. Ben was only five feet away when he said, "Holy shit, what have you done to Carol?"

The women rushed the Chief, applying lots of kisses.

Meg said, "Chief, this is my new best friend, Marsha. We are going to Boise together tomorrow."

Horace pushed the Chief into the old fashioned rocker, and we all sat down.

Ben looked at Horace, "You are removing witnesses from a crime scene?"

"Chief, it is a clear cut case of terrorism, and the potential victims must receive our best efforts to protect them."

The Chief closed his eyes and took another long drink of beer. "Just might work."

He looked at all of us and said, "Coroner has to make a report on the dead guys. I've scheduled a press conference with him at 11 tomorrow. Think you can be a good distance from here by then?"

It was agreed that Marsha and I would not discuss what we were going to do after getting to Boise, giving our hosts total deniability on our whereabouts. Ellie said there would be coffee at 4 am and we turned in after shaking Ben's hand and thanking him again for dealing with all the agencies that were looking for us.

Before five, we were on the road. Horace and Ben had decided the trip would be made in an official SUV, with Ellie in uniform. Horace said, "Scott, this thing is the best we've got to evade pursuit."

She sat beside me in the passenger seat, being very watchful. There was a gunbelt around her waist, and a semi-automatic rifle on the floor. Two runaway teenagers were in the back, faces shielded by their hair, looking unhappy. They practiced escape scenarios on us.

"Please, Miss Ellie, don't make us go home. Pa will tan our behinds, like he did the last time."

Ellie's voice was hard, with an edge to it. "I'm only going to say this once, so listen up. You are underage. You don't get to make decisions yet. My job is to deliver you to the juvenile authorities in Boise. They know a lot about family abuse. You probably are going to foster homes. My advice, as a mother and not a law officer, is to keep your mouth shut and head down. You've got less than a year before you turn eighteen and are on your own."