AMERICA'S SPACE FARCE

AMERICA'S SPACE FARCE That is what historians would call the twenty-first century's attempt at manned exploration of the universe. Now, sure, it was true that, in time, SOME, of America's deep space probes would transmit the coordinates, of planets, similar to Earth. What the public was NOT told was HOW the probes came to arrive, at such destinations. The public was not told that the space probes had been programmed, to "sling-shot" around stars. By using each stars gravity, to BOOST speed, the probes had arrived, at un-disclosed locations, within just years of leaving Earth's own system. What N.A.S.A. was ORDERED, to keep silent, about was the fact that, for such distances to be travelled, the probes would have needed solar "acceleration", to reach speeds, far in excess of the speed of light. To Washington D.C., however, all that mattered was being able to inform the public that Earth similar planets, existed. While there were those who cautioned, that man was NOT "alone", in the universe, politicians did all they could to dis-credit those, whose view the government did not want known. When one professor tried to publish a paper, on what was needed, to reach these planets, under the governments estimates, the professor would find himself heavy-sedated, in maximum security, while the university was told that the man was "not all there, mentally". When the media went to inform the public, about the new planets, the government "instructed" the media NOT to mention the details. This is so many people signed up, for the chance at a new life. Since most of those, who signed up, were in grade school, at the time of the probe launches, and were, now, working either first or second, jobs, they were looking forward to spending a few years, in cryogenic sleep, until reaching the new planets. As for the ships, their hulls would have won no awards, for beauty. Every ship was designed, with full attention on the interior. As federal advertising explained, the money was being spent, INTERNALLY, since this is where the humans were. Each ship was to be powered by a 100,000 megaton, nuclear, reactor. In theory, atleast, this much power should sustain the ships systems, until arrival, at colony worlds. Washington D.C. had been very clever, with its "Dont ask/dont tell" policy. All that travellers were told was "You will fall asleep, on Earth, and awaken, at your new home." Under the designers original plans, the crew would remain awake, for the years, leading up to exiting the solar system. This would increase the ships chance of survival, should anything go wrong. Under the modified design, crew would go into "slumber", when passengers did. The flight would, then, be left to the ships computers. Since the ships designers insisted that the ships would not withstand warp speed (as the probes had), the ships courses had been modified. This would add "slightly more" years, to the voyage. As each ship was loaded, with its full compliment, of 10,000 human "passengers", its course was sent, then, those being left behind would wish the ships farewell. While some families lit candles, for twenty, thirty, even forty, years, forever hoping to receive the message of "We have arrived", no such message arrived. Not during the passengers families lives, nor their childrens lives. At seventy-five years, when families began asking the space agency WHEN they should expect to hear from family members. All the space agency could say was "They are enroute. The ship is functioning. Just be patient." On-board the ships, robots took care of maintenance, as the ships drifted, among the stars, just as the old sailing ships had done, on Earth. While more than a few nuclear reactors failed, Earth would not know, of a ships destruction, until the century passed, and the signal arrived, by carrier wave radio. A short blink, then a ships beacon would vanish. When physicists were asked "When MAY families expect to hear that voyages had been completed?", all the new generation could say was "Current estimates are that the ships will remain in flight for about another 200 years. Give or take a decade." The "funny" thing was, when passengers awakened, prepared to find that children had become adults, and that parents were retired, what shocked passengers, was the wealth, of back-logged messages, which awaited their awakening. Some passengers broke down, crying, when they realized that families had given them up, for dead, more than a century ago. While crew members were under orders NOT to allow passengers to see ships clocks, a computer programmer broke into the ships computer, then said "Holy shit.", before anyone could reply. IF the ships log was correct, these people had not been asleep, for decades. They had been asleep, for 500 years. Only now did some passengers understand why the Asian media had labelled the passengers as Kamakazi". At this point, everything, that the people had known, on Earth, was dead and gone. All the passengers had left was each other. Once supplies were un-loaded, at the new planet, the crew would send a "morale" report, to Earth. The simple fact was that the "experts" were back on Eearth, and five hundred years away. Still, the Ph'd's had no clue what an emotional experience that the trip would be. The passengers had been told that they would be resting, for a "few years". (Safe to say that the people, who made those promises, were long dead). For days, no, real, work went on, as people watched, and re-watched, video, of families, growing up, growing old, and dieing. Family fueds came, and went. Homes came and went. It was not until the seasonal rains, came, to this planet, that people put aside viewers, and erected shelters. The ships crews had done as instructed, in the un-loading process. Once supplies, and passengers, were off-loaded, the ships set sail, back to Earth. Since the crew had received word, that new management had taken over the company, some 200 years ago, the crew wondered if they would, still, have jobs, when they reached Earth. How much would change, in the next 500 years? The crew would sleep away another 500 years, before they received their answer. It would seem that, over the passage, of the past 1,000 years, the ships owners had, in fact, changed hands, yet not for the better. The "Sleeper" ships crew would be amazed at what Earth had become, in just 1000 years. What shocked the crew was to learn that Earth was, no-longer "home-world". In the past 1000 years, Earth had been strip-mined, and turned into a virtual waste-land. The crew learned, of the strip-mining, when, on approach, to Earths system, the ships automatic pilot had caught onto a new, homing, beam, and been directed, to another planet. On this world, as the crew was to learn, those, who could AFFORD, to leave Earth, and those, who traded decades, of slavery, for a chance, at survival, had been inhabiting Bio-Spheres. This is why the population had rejoiced, knowing that atleast ONE, colony, ship, had survived. The crew would learn that, while "life" was promised, in the spheres, there was a cost. Each sphere was only designed for 100,000 people. Any time the poulation exceeded this, a lottery was used to decide who would live. When the ships captain would promise "We can take ten thousand off your hands, right now.",, the colony coommander would say "That may be fine, for 10,000, of our people. Even with this reduction, however, our projection is that, with our lack of ability, to control breeding, we may need DOZENS, of additional lotteries, before your ship can return, for more passengers." When the captain would ask "What about the other, colony, ships. Why cant they help?" The commander would, only, say "So far as we know of, your ship is the only one, still in existance." When the first officer would sugggest "Why not put the people to work, building more ships?" The commander would say "Its not that simple. Your ships need nuclear radiation, to power the engines." When the captain would ask "So?" The commander would say "When these domes were set up, there was only enough nuclear material left over, to power our reactors. If wew try to build ships, we will need to drain our life support reactors." When the captain asked "What about Earth? Doesn't any, of the reactors, there, still have fuel?" The commander would say "Who knows? The last we heard, about Earth, was..." then the commander turned to the comms officer asking "How LONG has it been?" The comms offiicer would say "275 years, give or take a decade" When the ships captain would suggest "We can take a look. Our reactor is at full power." The commander would, only, say "Make sure you have radiation gear ready. Last we heard, Earth is more radioactive than the sun." After another decade, in cryo-sleep, the crew woud find that, while Earth was no "paradise", the radiation scanners detected only normal radiation. Still, despite what the ships sensors showed, the captain was taking no chances. He ordered that a ground probe be sent down, to the surface. While the probe was, never, designed to win any "beauty contests", its readings DID back up the ships sensors. When the third mate asked "Where are all of the people, who we were supposed to transport, to another, colony, world?" The captain would say "By the looks of things, we are, maybe, 700 years late." Still, on the "positive" side, there was no dangerous ionization. In fact, there was no evidence, at all, of any, of the nuclear attacks, that the people, in the Bio-dome had been told about, as stories. Instead, a different culprit was found responsible. The ships science officer managed to trace a radiation leak, to the first, of several, nuclear, reactors. All the officer could come up with, however, was a "best guess" answer. Based upon soil readings, it was clear that the "vaults", which held the spent, nuclear, fuel, had not been up to the task. After all, humans only knew that nuclear could wipe out whole cities, with a single blast. No one had any idea that nuclear, if left to its own devices, could decay any substance, including concrete, given time. When ships personnel checked, for containment units, to transport, active, nuclear, material, aboard their ship, they found that 1,000 years, of exposure, to the elements, had degraded the lead lining. The containment units were no better than suitcases. Result, sheets, of lead, normally for shielding new colonies, while shelters were built, would be erected, around area's, of the ship. Once the ship was loaded, for bear, the crew went into another ten years, of sleep, while the engines powered the ship back to the bio-dome. While locals cheered the arrival, it seems that some were more happy than others. It seems that the latest lottery was ahead of schedule, by some two years. Reason: The colonies reactor fuel was dying out, and the decision was made to "buy time", with MORE lotteries. Now, that the ship had returned, with more than enough fuel, to re-ignite the fuel process, the lottery was, happily, called off. This, however, was the good part. Next came the bad part. The bio-dome commander would have to show the ships captain a video, from the colony, which the ship had "just" left. It was a distress call, which had been received just five years ago. The call was for Earth to send ANYTHING, including medications, staff, and so on, to help the colony. When the ships captain would say "We can be ready to depart, as soon as the supplies are loaded." The commander, then, had to give the captain the same news, that the military governor had to give the colonists. "I have dispatched a message, to Earth, saying that we need assistance." When staff asked "Thats good. How LONG before we receive a reply?" The military governor would say "Since it will take, maybe, a century, for the message to reach Earth, then to have them mount an aid shipment. Take in ship cruising time." The main medical doctor would say "Sir, spit it out!" The military governor would say "We should not expect any response, for about 500 years." Centuries later, the captain would ask the commander "500 years?" The man would say "Correct. Remember, we never developed Sub-Space radio. This is via carrier waves. This message is 500 years old, if not older." When the captain would ask "What do we do?" The commander would ask "What CAN we do? A 500 year old message. IF they survived, they are on their own. All WE can do is "write off" the colony." When the captain would ask "What do WE do, now?" The military governor would suggest "If that offer, of a ride, still, stands, I am sure my people will be willing. While you are gone, we will use this new material to begin building MORE ships. By the way, in your opinion, and just between the two of us, how "effective" do you believe that space colonization has been?" The captain would say "Since those, who hired, and trained, me, are, now, 1,000 years dead, I can say this: We should, NEVER, have gone out, into space, until we developed Warp Drive, and Sub-Space radio." After the captain, and the commander, agreed on the next destination, the commander would joke "Maybe, see you in about 2,000 years?" The commander was only off by about 1,000 years. It would take the nuclear powered, sub-light speed, craft, just 1,500 years, to reach its next port. Once off-loaded, the ship would return, for more passengers. By the time the ship returned, to Earth space, not only had 3,000 years have passed, but the ship would return, to find a fully functional space dock, waiting for it. The new station would be about the size of the classic, Star Wars, Death Star. Just not as pretty, from the outside. The crew, of the "sleeper ship", would be amazed, at what man could achieve, once freed of bureaucracy. It would seem that, after the ship had dropped off its nuclear fuel, and took on its passengers, time may have stood, still, on the ship, but NOT of the bio-dome. It would seem that one, of the commanders own chidren had developed a safe, and useful, form, of energy, called anti-matter. With this energy, the outpost had begun building a new fleet, of ships. Ships, capable of Warp Speed. Ships, which made the colony ship look like a relic, by comparison. It would seem that the "problem", of over-population, had been solved, using ships, which could make runs 100 times farther, than the colony ship could, and in just a few days time. In this, new, age, distress calls could be received, in just 24 hours, while aid could be sent out, in 48 hours. Nowadays, the legend, of Earth, trying to use "sleeper ships", to reach planets, inside of centuries, was laughable. As for America, herself, only the 10,000 year old crew, of the "sleeper ship" remembered what Earth was like, so long ago. While physically LESS than 100 years old, the crew had knowledge of a time, which modern people could only read about, in histories. All that the captain, of the ship, knew, was that as many as ten million humans had STARTED, on journeys, to other worlds. The modern humans had collected the ships, when they came upon them. Many, of the ships reactors had "died", when fuel cores lost power. Maybe 24 ships had reactor melt-downs. In the rest, it seems that computers were just not "up, to the job". Now, these hulks, minus their dead crews, were on display, in a museum titled "The WORST idea's, in mankinds history". Since no one knew what to do with the age-old crew, the "sleeper ship" crew was allowed to retire. (Their knowledge, of space technology, was useless, in an age, which had passed them by.) This is how I predict that the idea, of a "space force" will wind up. An idea, which SHOULD be left to science fiction.

THE HAUNTING PAST MYSTERY OF THE SALE

THE HAUNTING PAST: MYSTERY OF THE SALE Tami and I had just completed our latest case, when word came down, from the Brown Agency. In our latest case, the survivors, of a tragic accident, had met with, and said final "Farewells", to those, who had lost lives, so tragically. As for Tami and I, we just "chalked it up", to another case, successfully concluded. In fact, with our "record", to date, Tami and I had the feeling that we would not be returning, to our homes, any time soon. This is why, when the Brown Agency video-linked, with us, informing Tami and I to pack our belongings, and prepare to place "Ghost Ship Two" into storage, we were shocked. This is because, the last time we had spoken, to Mr. Brown, the boss had informed us "There remains a back log, of cases, awaiting your "special skills". You wont be sitting still, for long." Tami and I KNEW that Mr. Brown spoke the truth, at that time, due to the agency's reputation. The Brown Agency remained profitable because we kept our customers happy (while protecting anonymity) and, as a result, these customers referred others to Mr. Brown. By the time G.S.2 arrived, at our "home port", it was a good thing that I had packed my Jeep, as well as Tami's private, trailer. While I would, NEVER say, that the military, which met our landing, was either harsh, or abusive, with either Tami, or myself, the soldiers did seen to be in a rush. In fact, no-sooner was G.S.2 shut down, when the plane was hauled to the edge, of the airfield, locked up, and left to sit. Not even our retired, air force, pilots, could gain no significant information, from any of the active-duty soldiers. When Tami and I arrived, at the Brown Agency offices, we were left speechless by the fact that even Mr. Brown, himself, was clearing out his office. For a man, of Mr. Brown's finances, and connections, neither Tami nor I thought we would see HIM clearing out his office. When Tami inquired, of the agencies other detectives, she heard tha same story, over and over. While there was no "shortage", of work, yet, someone was ordering the agency to be closed down. Even active cases, with paying clients, were ordered closed down. Once staff were given the "bum's rush", from our "former" offices, Mr. Brown lead his work-force to a local property. A property which Mr. Brown, PERSONALLY, owned. Mr. Brown would, then, report on an odd series of events. First, there was an "all expense paid" offer, to examine a property, and report on "anything unusual". When Tami would say "Anything unusual" That sounds like us." Mr. Brown and I agreed with Tami. Since Mr. Brown thought that the case was a "straight up" "investigate and report", case, he had the agency accept. What had shocked even Mr. Brown was how, just eighteen hours after accepting the case, someone had found a way around the law, and bought Mr. Brown out. When Mr. Blue would ask "Sir, I thought we had enough money, in the "bank", to buy whole countries. HOW could someone..." and Mr. Brown would say "Hostile take-over. WHY? I have no idea." When the agencies embezzlement expert, Cynthia Davis, would ask "Sir, does it not seem odd that this happens RIGHT, and I mean RIGHT, after you accept that assignment?" Mr. Black would say "Nonsense. WHY take over an entire company? Just to stop a property review?" Mr. Blue would add "Unless there is something, which some ONE does not want known." Mr. Brown would say "My thoughts, exactly. The question remains: WHY take over the agency? WHY not just buy our silence?" It would be the Negro Master-thief, Jackson, who would add "Boss, with your reputation? People trust their lives, privacy, and property, to you." After the staff would chorus "That is VERY TRUE." Mr. Brown would say "Just give me some time, to contact my sources. I have a feeling that, whoever is behind this, they want us to THINK they have "deeper pockets", than we do." While Tami used this "down time", to visit her family, I relaxed at a "wilderness retreat". It was not long, however, before phones began to ring. When staff "linked up", at what Mr. Brown was calling his "Temporary Command Base", all, present, were shown something, which would have made hard-core porn seem funny. The group, which had taken over the remains, of the Brown Agency, had produced a commercial, which was so stupid, that it made the classic, Ronald McDonald, commercials seem like art, by comparison. The commercials featured people, being beat, over the head, with pipes, and baseball bats, until the "suspects" gave up information. In another commercial (which Mr. Black was quick to say that the F.C.C. would, NEVER, allow to air, a mans shaft was plugged into an electrical outlet. This, until the man "confesses", to an "affair". His distressed "wife" is portrayed as an air-head bimbo, with the brains of a salad fork. (And these were the BEST, of the new commercials) It seems that, now, the Donald MacDonald Detective Agency was promising results, on commercial television, and "in record time." After the monitor went black, Mr. Brown would say "According to my sources, the public is "running away" from these goofs, even faster than congress ran, from either George Walker Bush, or Donald Trump." It was when Mr. Blue would say "Its a good thing we left, when we did. With that type, of "management", no one will ask for THAT agencies services." When the secretary would ask "So, are we retired, permanently?" Mr. Blue would, no-sooner, say "It looks like it." when Mr. Brown would add "Dont count us out, just yet." When Mr. Black would ask "What do you mean? We have no resources, or even office space. How can we NOT be out of business?" Mr.. Brown would say "Several, of OUR clients, who were current, at the time, of the take-over, have contacted me, privately, ASKING for OUR services." When Tami would say "Thats fine, for the normal case-loads, but what about US? Do we stay at home, while you re-take the "fort"?" Mr. Brown would say "Fear not. I think that our vacations are about to end, very soon." Mr. Brown could not have been more correct. While, in the burglary department, Jackson remained unsurpassed, in his talent, for Breaking-and-Entering, while leaving no trace behind. This is, probably, why, after the Donald MacDonald agency smashed windows, and property, leaving a trail, of destruction, behind them, that a blind man could follow, Soon, Mr. Brown was being asked to have Jackson take over such cases. In fact, even as Mr. Brown was recalling Jackson, for work, Mr. Blue, Mr. Black, and the secretary, were phoning additional workers, to find out WHO wanted work. Tami and I would have the most difficult case-loads, of anyone, in the agency. Using a variety, of tricks, and other nonsense, "Donald MacDonald" had managed to enrage not only the living, but the deceased, as well. Spirits, whose only desire was contact, and final messages, went on rampages, against the FAKE detectives. Just dont ask me WHY the "MacDonalds" made disgusting noises, with childrens toys. That, and that FOOL, of a woman. WHAT was she "thinking"? Mixing "Abracadabra", and "Hocus Pocus". All while pointing two dildos, at a spirit, and saying "Be gone. I command you!" (It was the spirit which did the "commanding", by bodily, tossing the woman out of a window.) Mr. Brown, and Mr. Blue, estimated that, with the trouble the "quacks" were causing, our expense accounts would be covered, for who knows how long. While the hostile take-over papers stated that Mr. Brown (and company), were prohibited to, formally, advertise, for work, nor give the impression, of a renewed agency, what the papers did NOT mention was helping people, who ASKED for help. When Donald MacDonald found out that Mr. Brown was handling cases, and Donald TRIED to file a restraining order, claiming "Breach of Contract", Mr. Brown had informed the court "We are NOT functioning as a business We are simply, aiding those, who ASK our help." The judge had dismissed the case. It seems, however, that what was needed was not mortal, statutory, law. It was more of an IM-mortal touch. Mr. Brown was in the process of reviewing any, possible, reason, why anyone would care about a property inspection. To the bosses surprise, it was NOT Tami, nor I, that the spirits came to, this time. They appearred to the boss-man, himself. When Mr. Brown asked OUR assistance, the "core", of the problem, became clear. In "conference", with spirits, ranging anywhere from 50 years passed on, to 400 years, Mr. Brown would hear the kind of story, which Stephen King would write. A story, covering the subjects, of adultery, incest, murder, back magic, human sacrifice, and so on. The spirits spoke of a ledger. The kind of book, which churches, and private groups, kept, in order to be able to trace comings and goings. When a spirit would suggest "If you wish a first hand look, at the ledger, may I suggest a visit, to Saint Anthony's church." To my surprise, I would find out that our boss, Mr. Brown, was a tried, and true, Catholic. This was apparent when the boss told the spirit "I know of no such saint. WHO was he, and WHAT did he do?" Mother Superior would appear, to say "While even I, a nun, am NOT aware of every single saint I DO know that Anthony was granted sainthood, for giving aid, and comfort, to the survivors, of several, climatic, events." When I would suggest "So, he performed NO so-called miracles." Mother Superior would clarify "Nothing, like parting oceans, walking on water, or turning water, into wine, if that is what you mean." When Tami would ask "WHAT DID he do, to deserve sainthood?" Mother Superior would say "Our records show that Anthony DID provide safe haven, for victims of abuse, and neglect."" When the professional, Mr. Brown, would ask "HOW dos this relate to the property, in question?" Mother Superior understood the lack of contempt, in our bosses eyes. The man was a professional investigator, first and foremost. He dealt with FACTS. This is why the nun was gentle, with her answer: "Mr. Brown, I have come to report, to your workers, just how many BODIES are buried, beneath that property." When Tami would clarify "I THINK you mean AROUND that property." The nun would say "My child, if I meant AROUND, I would have used THAT word. When I say BENEATH..." Mr. Brown would say "You mean that there are bodies, buried under the foundation, of that house." It was Mr. Blue would would tell the nun "Sister, I may not be a Catholic, however, even I KNOW that it is illegal to bury a body under a house." Mother Superior would say "Not one, but several." When Tami would ask "About how MANY?" Mother Superior would say "Eighteen, maybe twenty-four." When Mr. Brown would mention "Mother Superior, since I come from a Catholic family, I KNOW that Catholics bury their dead, properly, and with respect. A good Catholic would, NEVER, risk Divine wrath, by not providing "Last Rights", or a proper burial." This is when the spirit, of a former gardener, from the property, would join our "discussion", saying "Sir, you are, in fact most correct, in as far as you know. I, however, KNOW that, the bodies, taken from the property, were not given Christian burial. This is where the stories, of "personal interraction" began." When Mother Superior would say "Sir, if SEX is what you mean, you may USE the word. I may be a nun, but I was born a woman." The gardener would, then speak of having heard stories, of bodies being stolen, from graves, and used for all manner of Satanic rights. (Poor old Lucifer. Blamed, AGAIN, for mans in-justice, towards other men.) The gardener would report viewing three, seperate, "parties", before he accepted that what he saw was real. (In the days before the autopsy, and funeral business, became an established trade, bodies were not drained, of blood, and embalmed, to burial. The body was, simply, buried, in their favorite clothes.) When the gardener reported his observations to the then-minister, Anthony, Anthony had done his OWN research, on the subject, and came to the same conclusion. The drinking, of human blood (from corpses), as well as having sex with LIVE children, had been the groups way of "currying favor", with Lucifer (or, so they THOUGHT). Mr. Blue would be the one to say "They wanted to hide their crime, of Statutory Rape, behind the excuse of "The Devil made me do it." When Mr. Brown would say "To bring the discussion back on topic, even if there ARE bones, under the house, if what you say is true, and the victims were buried more than a century ago, the perpetrators are just as dead as the victims. Trust me when I say "The dead cannot be prosecuted." This is when the spirit, of a barrister, would come forth, suggesting "Maybe, those who COMMITTED the crimes, are beyond human justice, however, there remain the persons descendants." When Tami would ask "What about their descendants? Last time I checked, offspring cannot be prosecuted, for an ancestors crimes, either." Sure, it was known that the German Jews, who survived Hitlers murderous dictatorship, had switched their M.O., as of late. The reason was simple. Since World War Two was over 75 years ago, anyone, in a position, of power, at THAT time, was either an infirm senior citizen, or dead, by now, the survivors, of the Death Camps had switched their focus. If the survivors could not prosecute the criminals, themselves, a new plan had arisen. The plan, of hunting down the offspring, of the Third Reich. In the modern day, this meant hunting for GRAND-children. After all, even if a Nazi was 20-25 years old, during the war, and 90, to 100, years old, now, there was no prison, equipped to handle retiree's. People, old enough to need care-givers. As a result, the "witch hunt" had shifted down, first one generation, then two generations. The most recent case, that I am aware of, is the case where the Jews are insisting that a man be arrestted, and held, without bail, while awaiting extradiction. Somehow, the information had come to light that the mans great-grand-father had been an "architect", of one of the reich's largest death camps. At present, what was "bogging the case down", was the fact that the law stated that a man can be charged, with any crime, which, he, HIMSELF, has committed. Since the crime, in question, had been committed, by the mans great-grand-father, the courts were concerned over whether a person could face prison time, or even execution, for crimes, committed, LONG BEFORE the person was, even born. (HOW could a person be tried, and convicted, for a crime, which took place, in 1925, when the accused was not even BORN until 1986?) So far, the justice department was having little luck, with the survivors (and their OWN descendants. The people who, also, were not born, until decades after the war, yet were determined that Germany would "pay", for the crimes, of the Third Reich.) Basically, it was like Pro-life versus Pro-Choice. No matter what ruling the courts handed down, the opposition was, already, preparing another "attack". In the case, of World War Two, however, now it was the descendants, who pursued one another. Now, Mr. Brown had a spirit telling him that the descendants, of the 18th, and 19th, century victims, and criminals were just as determined that the world know only THIER version, of the homes past. That, and the detective agency had a nun telling them that there was something like a grave-yard, under the house. If the woman were not a nun, Mr. Brown might have suspected that she read "Grave Secrets: The Legacy of Hilltop Drive". Mr. Blue would interject "Boss, doesn't it seem odd that ONLY this case is being so passionately, pursued?" Mr. Brown would remind his asociate "I would beg to differ. Remember that previous case, where our resident ghost-hunters were "rail-roaded" out of a town. And the case involving the Gargoyles?" Mr. Black would, only, say "I wish we could sneak in some equiment, just to see what is, really, there." Mr. Brown would caution "Not without legal consent." In this case, "legal consent" would mean access to agency equipment, all of which had been impounded, and was being prepared for auction. After the case "dragged on", long enough, the presiding judge stepped down, saying that he was tired of hearing half-explanations, for requests for rulings. This turned out to be a stroke of luck, for the Brown Agency. Mr. Brown had been before the newly appointed judge, several times, in court, and the two men knew one another. Both in court, and out. When Mr. Brown produced his dossierre, for the court, and all the opposition would say was "Your honor, we protest", the opposition was crushed when the court asked "On what grounds do you object?" After the opposition jabbered on, for fifteen minutes, the judge did exactly what Mr. Brown expected the man to do. The judge ordered the man "Either come to the point, or sit down, and be silent." With a look, of shoocked horror, on his face, the opposition sat down, and just listened, as the judge asked Mr. Brown "This document states that the property owner has provided you with permission, and full access, to the property. What is your intention, in regards to the property?" Mr. Brown would say "With the courts permission, and access to my company's equipment, I will proceed with the evaluation of the property." When the judge would ask "What do you hope, or expect, to find, on said property?" Mr. Brown would say "I will file a complete report, with the court, once the survey is complete." When the judge said "Sounds reasonable, to me. What does the opposition have to say?" The opposition just sat there, looking like a child, sentenced to detention. The staff, of the Brown Agency, had only just arrived, at the storage facility, when the director, of the building, where agency offices HAD been located, approached us, asking Mr. Brown "Your offices remain un-occupied, at the moment. Would it be im-proper for me to ask if you would make use, of the space, again?" Mr. Brown would say "Your payment will be deposited, by this evening." The manager would smile as he said "I will look forward to it. For now, here are the keys, to the current locks." As it would turn out, re-securing our old offices would turn out to be the EASY part. As to WHO it was, who packed our stuff, for auction, I would "love" to know WHO they were. Everything was such a jumbled mess, as though just thrown into boxes, that Mr. Blue would end up ordering a buffet, of Pizza, Pasta, and so on, as well as plenty of soft drinks. (NO booze until the work was done.) Thirty-six hours after delivery of goods, to the office, and maybe $500.00 worth of delivery food, and the office was ready for business, again. (The judge even found the law, which had been used, to put us OUT of business, and issued an injunction, against this, or any other action, which might be taken, before the case was resolved.) After the office was put back in shape, Mr. Brown would tell everyone to get some sleep. We would be back in business, the next day. By the time I awoke, and made my breakfast, the headlines were full of the news. The Donald MacDonald Detective Agency had "vanished", just as quickly as it had appearred. Speculation was that the agency had not, really, existed, at all. Not except on paper. The rationale: The Donald MacDonald Agency had no "history". In fact, prior to taking over our operations, Donald MacDonald had no "past", to speak of. As for Donald MacDonald, himself, it seems that neither the department of Vital Records,nor even the I.R.S. had any "history", on the man. As far as the government was concerned, Donald MacDonald did not exist. By sharp contrast, there was our boss, Mr. Brown. Though Mr. Brown's past was "guarded", by passwords, and heavy security, anyone, with approved access, could chart Mr. Browns life all the way back, from his founding, of the agency, right back to no less than Catholic grade, and high, school, to his parents home address, occupations, and so on. Now, however, Mr. Brown had a new task, to complete. The task, of moving equipment to the homes location, as well as avoiding all publicity, and setting up on-site operations, in a manner which no one would suspect. Now, sure, Mr. Brown employed the kinds of people who could make an aircraft carrier "vanish", in downtown New York City, but the boss was, always, prepared. IF the unknowns came after us, again, Mr. Brown was determined that the attackers would have to hire such specialized talent, and purchase such "specialized" gear, that we would KNOW that they were onto us. On the PLUS side, the house was even larger than Mr. Brown had been told to expect. There would be plenty, of interior room, for the agency to set up operations, with room to space. Mr. Black even came up with a new type of Ground Penetrating Radar. Who else, except the highly inventive Mr. Black, could come up with a scanner device which looked like a normal, riding, mower. Due to the AGE, of the house, not even the Brown Agencies OWN electricians would agree to run current through the museum-quality household "wiring". This is why Mr. Brown rented an over-sized generator, and what LOOKED like a tool shed, to "hide" it in. While the house was not in "bad" shape, it wasn't "perfect", either. Mr. Blue would be in charge of writing up the report, on what the house needed, to make it habitable. While Mr. Blacks scanner team did find bones, buried in the homes walls, it was not until Mr. Black labelled each spots "Bones, inside wall. Species: Unknown" When the spirit, of a nurse, saw this, she huffed, placed a hand inside the wall, and drew out a human hand, and arm set of bones. The nurse, then asked "Do these look like an unknown species?" The spirit, of a 19th century contractor, lead a team, to the basement, marked out a spot, and said "I am buried, here." When the teams first question was "HOW? (do you know), while the second question was "WHY?" The contractor explained it this way: "I was called in, to inspect the basement, when the occupants wanted to install a new boiler. From what I was told, the original boiler was using 150% of fuel, but warming only 5% of the house. I understood the reason why the boiler installer wanted a survey. This floor was so waivy that it was like walking across either a desert, or an ocean. It was not, however, until I brought in my tools, that the occupants seemed concerned. While I promised to be gentle, even allowing them the chance to depart the basement, they stayed by my side." When the living asked the deceased "HOW did you become a ghost. Sorry, a spirit?" The contractor would say "Just coming to that. When I dug into one of the "humps", and found human bones, I turned to the occupants, and was about to ask "WHAT are these doing here?" yet never got to say the words." When the living asked "What happened?" The contractor would say "They used some sharp-bladed tool, and bashed my skull, all the way from my forehead, right to my neck." When the living asked "You are buried, HERE?" The contracter would say "Not INSIDE the house. I am buried out in that gully. In a mass grave, made up of workers who questioned the occupants intentions." When the living asked "Mass grave? How many, of you, are there?" The contractor would say "I think there are...", then rub his spectral head, as he said "Sorry, serious thought always gives me a headache." The living understood. The contractor would suggest "Be prepared to find dozens of bodies, just in the gulley." While this was going on, a "den mother/housekeeper" would be leading another group to were more bodies were walled up. While the "den mother" would admit "Yes, I viewed many of the goings on, in this house, I want it on the record that I did NOT approve." When Mr. Blue would ask "If you did not approve, WHY did you stay, and not report, to the police?" The "Den mother" would say "Young man, if you think former convicts have it tough, in YOUR time, just think of how tough it was, BEFORE the 19th amendment was passed. In MY time, women had almost no "options". We either became wives, and mothers, whores, wash women, or spinsters. Remember that there was NO public school system, in the 19th century, when I lived. If a person wanted their children educated, in reading, writing, and arithmetic, PRIVATE help was hired, by one family, or a group, of families." When Mr. Blue asked "To be a "den mother", you MUST have been educated." The "Den mother" would say "Not exactly. I was only allowed into "class" since my best friend was part, of the group, being schooled." When Mr. Blue would say "You mentioned convicts. What did you mean?" The "den mother" woud say "In order to pay my way out, to this region, I, as a woman, had exactly two choices. Become a whore, or become a robber." Since Mr. Blue knew of NO, female, bank robbers, prior to Bonnie and Clyde, Mr. Blue asked "How long were you a whore?" When the woman would say "YOUNG man, I was, NEVER, a whore. I am a RESPECTABLE woman. I would starve before "selling" my body." The woman then explained both HOW she got her money, and how she kept it. In the days, before telephones, telegraphs were the fastest means of communications. This is how the woman got away with robbing enough travellers, inside a month, to store away more than enough money, to start a new life. Un-like other thieves, the woman was smart enough not to try to hide the "loot" in her cabin, or anyplace else the police might think to look. Instead, she chose a place where even priests feared to enter. A cave. A hole, in the rock, which resembled an open mouth. According to legend, there were demons guarding the entrance, while witches, vampires, and other creatures, partied, within. When the woman examined the place, all she found was bare rock. In some spots, the rock "seemed" like faces, while, in other spaces, the rock seemed to show locations. While the woman was no "fan", of cold food, this is what she ate, day and night. This way, there would be no smoke plume, to give her away. She, even, told Mr. Blue, "By the time I was captured, I had enough money, from robbing travellers, that I could have BOUGHT an entire territory." When Mr. Blue asked "What happened?" The woman would say "A set up. Rumor was leaked that a shipment, of gold bars, was heading west. I should have known it was a trap. My greed got the best of me, and I TRIED to steal the gold." Mr. Blue would ask "You were captured, and sentenced. No-doubt, by a Pinkerton." The woman would say "Dumb, I know." When Mr. Blue would say "You said you HAD a criminal record. You were released from prison. WHY?" The woman would say "While I was captured, trying to rob the gold, I never gave up my secret. Since all the law had on me was ATTEMPTED theft, I was given a two year sentence." When Mr. Blue would suggest "For a woman, of your day, that must have seemed like torture." The woman would say "Nothing of the sort. In fact, after having spent so much time eating cold food,sleeping on stone floors, and bathing in river water, my prison time was like a vacation. Hot food, soft bed, and bathing, in warm water." When Mr. Blue would ask "After your release, from prison..?" The woman would say "Can you believe it. After two, full, years, I returned to the cave, and found everything as I had left it." When Mr. Blue would ask "After you found your stash..?" The woman would say "Bought myself a ticket, travelled out, to the so-called "bad-lands", and bought myself a brand new identity. Like I said, though, before your twentieth century, women had very little choice, in life. This is why I bought a teaching license, then headed out." When Mr. Blue would ask "Why not try for one of the academies, which train young ladies?" The woman would say "Sir, while you have your contraption. That thing you call the outer, or inter, net, to do instant verifications, on people, back, in MY day, appplicants might wait weeks, even MONTHS, for telegraph, or pony express, messages. Until sources were identified, applicants just sat and waited." When Mr. Blue would ask "HOW did you get involved with this house?" The woman would say "While I sought work, I heard talk, about the demons, who, supposedly, ran my hide-out. While I tried to hide the truth, by saying that I played there, as a child, it seems that what the home owners were told that I was familiar with the land. After I met with the man, who claimed to own the house, and we discussed my play-place, the man, then asked to see my credentials. He never bothered to check them out. Just told me what the salary would be, and that I would be in charge of the children." When Mr. Blue would ask "HOW did he mean "In charge"?" The woman would say "I was to see to meals, studies, bath times, and so on. In some ways, I was the "head-mistress", of the home." When Mr. Blue asked "If you found out what was going on, why didn't you leave?" The woman would say "Young man. I DID consider that, but only until I saw an event, which, still, gives me nightmares." When Mr. Blue would ask "What was that?" The woman would say "A local woman, no older than twenty, was being sentenced, for violating her marriage vows." When Mr. Blue would ask "In what way?" The woman would say "It was common knowledge that her husband was abusive. Rumor had it that the man BOUGHT the girl, by paying off some of her fathers debts. After he had the girl, he used threats, to keep the girl in line." Mr. Blue was about to ask about victims assistance, but he had to remind himself "Twentieth century. Not 19th." The woman would say "When the girl went to the church, pleading for help, the church issued its verdict. For NOT obeying the church, and the Bible, the girl was to be burned, at the stake." The woman would continue "When I heard the childs death cries, I remembered hearing something similar, at my employers property. After watching some children being brought out, into the open, and whipped, until bone showed, all while a priest repeated "Thou Shalt HONOR thy mother and father." This is when I decided that I had no choice. I HAD to remain, to protect as many of the children, as possible." When Mr. Blue would ask "Just curious, but WHERE did the children come from?" The woman would say "From the auctions. The orphan trains. The engineers would trade children for wood, and water, to reach their next stop. After that, the purchasers placed the children up for auction." "My employer bought as many as he could purchase, at bargain prices." When Mr. Blue would ask "WHERE did the man get the money, to PAY for the children?" The woman would smile as she said "The same way that madams make their money off of hookers." So, the previous owners had purchased low-income children, forced them into prostitution, then used the profits, to buy more children. When Mr. Blue asked "Why do YOU remain, if no children have lived here, in decades?" The woman would say "My final wish. Upon death, I was walled up in one of the girls dorm rooms. I told the girls not to be afraid. I would watch over them, in death, as I had, in life." When Mr. Black appearred, saying "Sir, we have found something which even I do not believe."(Mr. Black was a bit "spooked" when a woman, he had no knowledge of, followed the men into a large room.) When Mr. Black would say "I dont know what this room was..." and the woman would say "At one time, in a more majestic way, this was one of the girls dorm rooms." When Mr. Black would say "Okay, but how do you explain THIS!!", and pulled aside some sheet-rock, to expose a skeleton. When Mr. Black would ask "Well?" Mr. Blue just smiled as the woman would say "You have found my remains. I am in your debt." When Mr. Black would ask Mr. Blue "she doesn't mean..." Mr. Blue would smile as he said "I am afraid that the woman, beside me, is the spirit of the person, you see in that wall." When Mr. Black would say "She's a GHOST!", the woman would proclaim "I am a SPIRIT. The term "ghost" is so derogatory." Mr. Blue would suggest "You heard the lady. She is a spirit." The startled work crew, who had discovered the body, would ask "Ma'am, under law, we cannot leave your remains inside the wall. Where would you like them sent?" The woman looked around the now-vacant room, and announced "Since the children are no-longer present, nor in need of protection, may I suggest a Baptist church. Move my remains to the most progressive church, in the area, and I will approve both the ceremony, and the burial." (Now, if anyone thinks this was the only spirit, on the premises, boy, are they in for a surprise.) Soon, the staff, of the Brown Agency, understood the reason for the hostile take-over. Using Mr. Browns infinite resources, the agency, soon, had leads on over one hundred people, who had gone missing (presumed dead), upon dealing with this property. It would, also, appear, that the hostile take-over, was orchestrated by the descendants, of those whom, legend/history claimed responsible for the deaths. Like the Jew's, who were determined to prosecute either the actual war criminals, or their descendants, the people, behind our current trouble, were the same, just in the opposite direction. The Jew's wanted the young prosecuted, for the crimes of the old (and deceased). The people, responsible, for OUR trouble, wanted to keep the truth BURIED. They did not WANT anyone to know that their ancestors had committed felony statutory rape, dozens, maybe hundreds, of times, over. With a judge, in charge of the case, whose philosphy was "The Devil made me do it" was just a "cop-out", to try and avoid prison. Mr. Brown understood the judges philosphy, especially knowing what it was based upon. The judge was a "lapsed" Catholic, who believed that NO ONE was "above the law". When the judge, and Mr. Brown, sometimes, shared lunch, the judge would comment on cases. Cases such as the minister, who stood, in court, after using a shot-gun to KILL several staff members, at a womens health clinic, all while spouting scripture. When the minister was taken to court, the man had the nerve to say that mortal law could not touch him. "I am God's servant, and I answer to no one, except the Lord." Mr. Browns judge friend had anything to say, about THAT verdict, the judge would have sentenced the minister to the death penalty. After all, he caused numerous deaths. The last the judge knew, however, the minister was, currently, in prison, serving a reduced sentence, since his church had argued that a stiffer sentence would have been the same as violating the division between church and state. The one case, that the public, never, knew about, was the case where members, of a religious order, put over a dozen children to death, because the young were just not interested in reading the Bible. Comic books, yes. Scripture? Not interested. While the religious had decided to deny food, to the children, until the children TOOK an interest, in scripture, the children had been starved to death. While Mr. Browns friend would have LOVED to get these murderers in his court, his access was denied, by an order, which stated that "Religion may NOT be controlled, nor prosecuted". In regards to the house, while local churches asked for road-blocks, to prevent Mr. Blacks G.P.R. from being delivered, by road, what the churches forgot about were the skies. Specifically, Ghost Ship Two. Under cover, of darkness, our plane would fly into the location, on full stealth mode. Boy, were the pilots smiles a joy to see. The retiree's would be whooping, for joy, when the judge lifted the "grounding" order, on the plane. While the order stated "Faulty hydraulics, and engines", when the judge, and a general, stood before the plane and the general said "Fire it up", the pilots put the plane through ALL, regulation, maneuvers, before the general agreed with the judge. "There is NOTHING wrong with this plane." Soon after this, the pilots were helping Mr. Black load his equipment, for transport, to the house. (Right over the heads of the road-block crew). By sun-rise, Mr. Black had his equipment up, and his staff on the move, scanning the property. (For WHAT, Mr. Black did not want to guess) While Mr. Brown, Tami, and myself (along with some interested spirits), watched as the ground device did its job, what we found was NOT, at ALL, what we expected to find. When even Mr. Black would say "It MUST be a malfunction." Mr. Brown would say "Only one way to be sure. Lets grab some shovels, and start digging." Within an hour, Mr. Blue had called in a forensic anthropologist, to study, verify, and map what we were bringing to the surface. For what seemed like WEEKS, but was only DAYS, we dug up the property, bit by bit, as the anthropologist brought in field researchers, to make sure that nothing was missed. The field researchers made sure to list animal bites (to prevent charges of cannibalism. Another favorite "catch-all" for things un-explained) By the end of week one, the property was beginning to look more like a jigsaw puzzle, than a family home. For reasons, which the field researchers would only GUESS at, it seems that the bodies were cut into pieces. Fingers, cut from hands. Hands, cut from wrists. Wrists, cut of from elbows, and so on. Even I had to admit that the field researchers had the worst task, on the property. Compared to their tic-tac-toe, of body parts, Tami had it easy, just cataloging which spirits remained on the property. In some cases, however, field researchers were "spooked", when spirits would come forth, saying "That is NOT MY finger/toe/etc. That belongs over there." (The science people just felt un-easy, having dead people tell them where body parts belonged.) Completed corpses were photographed, then, GENTLY, bagged, for shipment. In-complete corpses were set aside, until the spirits promise, that bones were complete, could be verified. Still, with all of the damage, even done before the bodies were buried, it would be close to impossible to prove if any of the bodies had been, sexually, violated. What complicated matters, even further, was when a "grave" was found, with six skeletons, stacked on top of one another. The G.P.R. found the reason why the bones had not moved, with the land. The bones were buried just one inch above what appearred to be some sort of burial chamber. When the local sheriff was informed, he asked "Burial chamber?" then called the local, funeral, home asking "Mort, when was a burial chamber dug under that property?" Maybe half an hour later, both the sheriff, and the funeral director, stood, stunned, at what they were witnessing. The funeral director would seem agitated, as he snapped some photo's, then sent them off, for examination. This, while reminding the sheriff "You know, as well as I do, that funeral crypts MUST be registered, by LAW." For the next two hours, everyone, at the location, took a break, while wondering why anyone would build such an elaborate housing for. Food and drink, flowed, as did speculation. When one field researcher would suggest "What IF this crypt was not registered since it was built LONG BEFORE the law was in place?" Fellow researchers would break in, saying "Here we go, again. More alien theory. The aliens dug the trench for, lets see, what is your favorite reason? Oh, yes. To leave information, for humans to find, once we are ready for contact." Tami would caution "Remember, there are more things, in Heaven and Earth, than are dreamt of." A resarcher would say "ONLY if the crypt turns out to be older than the property." The problem, which the research team would face was when the data began coming in. The problem, with the data, was simple. While structures, built underneath existing foundations, caused "weaknesses", which had to be re-inforced, to make a building habitable, the problem, with the data, that the Brown Agency received, was that there was no sign of such re-inforcement. In fact, there was no evidence, of structural repair, at all. This could lead to only ONE conclusion. The underground space was, already, buried, before the home was built. Mr. Black was the first to call the test results a "fake". This because the test results, of the age, of the crypt, showed it to be older than the Unites States. IF we were to accept the test results, it would mean that someone had built the crypt, during the time, of the Colluseum, the Parthenon, or even before. It would mean that someone was practicing structural engineering at a time, when the indian tribes roamed the lands. Since Mr. Brown KNEW that both the current owner/client, and the judge, would want a full, and complete, report, on this "thing", the Brown Agency would remain on-site, for an additional month. (It would take this long to find out how to enter this crypt/thing). While Mr. Brown assigned two teams, to work on the "crypt", the rest of us remained on the main task. That of recovering, cataloging, and proper interment, of the remains. One, cranky, spirit, caused two days, of noise. All because his desire, upon his death, was to have his body seated in a chair, at his favorite, fishing, spot. Neither Mr. Brown, Mr. Blue, nor Mort, the funeral director, would agree to this. Not out of spite, against the cranky, old, man, but because statutory law forbade it. By law, even the homeless received crates, and burial. Maybe not markers (head stones), but the bodies were buried. When the spirit persisted, Mr. Brown would suggest "We COULD cremate your remains, if that would make you happy. The law just does not allow corpses, no matter how old, to be left in public." When the spirit brought up some well-known discoveries, of corpses, including adults, and children, left out in the open, Mr. Brown would explain "Those people were murdered, and left to be found. The murderers were taunting the police. That is why the victims were found in public." Tami and I felt sorry, for our boss, having to spend two hours, explaining, to a spirit, that, under "normal circumstances", the dead are required, not just by law, but due to religion, to be buried. After two hours, of conversation, the spirit agreed to have his body buried. For some reason, he asked for a Lutheran funeral. The remainder, of the deceased, were much more cooperative. Only minor dis-agreements, over which body parts went with which bodies. As for the crypt, once Mr. Black had exhausted every other "avenue", that he could think of, Mr. Black asked Mr. Brown to rent a laser scanner. Mr. Brown agreed, since the courts wanted PROGRESS reports, and the lasers were the only thing not tried, so far. Normally, humans KNOW to stay clear, of laser beams, which CAN burn, and cause great pain, IF a person comes to close. When even trying to EXPLAIN the use, of a laser, to a 300 year old spirit, turned out to be fruitless, agency stay just said "Attention. Everyone, present. Alive or Dead. When the red light goes on, stay away from it. Do NOT come close until the red light goes dark." Just as Mr. Black had theorized, it was the laser, which made the break-through. Thanks to laser technology, we found the seems, as well as what LOOKED like a stone panel. What surprised Mr. Brown was that even the spirits were surprised, by the discovery. (IF the dead did not know, about this "object", then it was not buried, in the past 175 years.) In fact, the laser produced a result which placed the age much farther back, in history than even European history extended. Whoever the peopple were, who placed this thing, on this property, they had a knowledge of computer technology. In fact, the laser read the access code, which was etched right beside the "lock". When the Brown Agencies security expert suggested "As a precaution, sir, may I suggest that I send in a team, to secure the interior"? When Tami asked "Secure? From WHAT?" The security officer would say "THAT is, precisely, why I think my team should go, first." Thirty minutes after a thorough search, of the interior, and security ruled the place "safe-to-enter". The only thing, which was for certain, about this "object" was the fact that it was no crypt. Not for humans, atleast. The only way to define the place, in human terms, was "library". A four-story, underground, library. When the agencies language expert was brought in, to find out what the contents, of this place was, all the interpreter could report was "This IS some sort of language. A definite pattern. Just one which I never knew existed." When Mr. Brown approved sending four "volumes", to an accredited university, hoping for some insight, all he received, in return, was "No translation possible. Definite language. Just no comparison, in planetary database. Submitted, with apologies. Translation impossible, without code key." This is when Mr. Blue would suggest "I DOUBT that THIS is the reason why someone did not want us on this case." Mr. Brown would agree. Even our "specialist" spirits agrreed with this deduction. If no one knew this was here, there would be no reason to hide it. No, the Brown Agency had been called in, to deal with the myths, rumors, and legends, of the home, and its actions, regarding child welfare. Then, there was the problem, of D.N.A. In the 20th, and 21st, centuries, most sexual assault cases, regarding children are resolved, using D.N.A. analysis. The fresher the D.N.A., the faster the conviction. As for 200 year old D.N.A.? Since Mort, the funeral director, had only been called in, in case a family crypt was located, once Mort reported that no such crypt existed, he returned to his normal business. In the gully, two, additional, teams, of field researchers, found a mass grave. The official report was that it would take YEARS, to sort all the bones. When the spirit, of a construction worker, lead a team, of detectives, to a room, saying "The owners were, always, so protective, annd secretive, about this room..." Using utility scanning equipment, the detectives found two volumes (Thankfully, written in Queens English), buried inside a wall, in the room. The thief-turned-school-mistress, also, lead detectiives to a portion of the main classroom. A portion, of the room, which, as she rememebered, the owners kept constant watch on. The scanners found out why. Two, more, volumes were located, inside the walls. The time, when Mr. Brown KNEW that he had enough, to report to the judge, was when the scanners found MORE volumes, inside the walls, of the childrens dorms. These volumes listed the price, of each child, which bed each was assigned to, and how much "clients" paid, for time, with the children. It was easy to tell the pre-teen girls, from the teens. According to the entry "titles", it seemed that, each time a girl became pregnant, she was listed as carrying the "Devils spawn". In a section, of the volume, entitled "Eradication of Devils Spawn", it would seem that girls were, either given poison, to drink, run through, with knives, or starved to death. It seems that the occupants, of this house, had little concern, for their charges welfare. The child were used, as prostitutes, until no-longer of value. The womans spirit was shocked to find out that her role, as head-mistress had been just a cover. Make this place seem like a legitimate childrens shelter. The people, who drew a real, and total, BLANK, on this property, were Mr. Brown's records researchers. Un-like most of the rest of the lands, which had records, of construction, this property had no records, of existance, at all. No one could, even, prove that the child abusers had owned the place. All that the local church had, on the property, was that it hade been in place, before the church was built. On an un-specified date, a group had taken up residence, in the house, and remained there, for years. MANY years later, the group just packed up, closed the house, and left the area. Mr. Blue would theorize "Maybe they KNEW, or were told, that law enforcement was coming." Mr. Brown would say "Sounds nice, but impossible to prove." For un-counted years, the house sat, vacant, until just a few decades ago. Then, the problem began. It seems that, with Geneology coming into favor, in the United States, a group had wanted to denounce legends of its own past. While it was possible that some of the members were descendants, of the Communists, who slaughtered the last, Russian, royal, family, it was while this group was working to denounce any association, with the October Revolution, of 1917, that information came to light, which was closer to home. Information, which suggested NOT Communist leanings, but, rather open worship, of the Devil. Since this information was from within the United States, the group decided to check the property, themselves. Using some of those home-issue, D.N.A. analyzers, and residue, from the home, it was found that the members were, in fact, descended, from some, who had occupied the house. While the members located, and destroyed, all "Satanic" related objects, thinking that they were safe, each began receiving messages, which stated "I KNOW what you did. Unless you PAY for my silence, you will be sent to prison. A place, where child-murderers do NOT last very long." When Jackson would ask "Hey, boss? CAN modern people be sent to prison, for the crimes, of ancestors?" Mr. Blue would say "Wrong question. Right question would be: The D.N.A., found at the property. Was it adult, or child?" Mr. Black would add "This blackmailer. HOW did they know about the research, anyway?" When Mr. Brown met with his friend, the judge, and the judge verified "You mean that the last killings happened more than a century ago?" Mr. Brown would say "That is about as FAR as I can narrow it down." The judge would say "Worthless. Who would consider digging up a corpse, to place it on trial? Even if found guilty, what good is a "life", or "death", sentence, to a person, who has been dead, for a century?" Mr. Brown would sigh "The questions, of life." As the Brown Agency began packing up, to return to base, the thief-turned-teacher, would ask Tami and I a favor: "Would you mind looking in, on my charges. I would appreciate knowing how they turned out." Tami would, only, say "We will try." As for the underground storage, it seems that, once the volumes were collected, for examination, after the last human exited the "object", humans, and spirits, watched, as the "object", closed its own lid, as if on "automatic", then re-sealed itself, while the living, and dead, looked on. All that the Brown Agency could discover, about those who had NOT wanted the property inspected, was that, like modern Germans, these people were being "hunted"/"tracked", by another party. Just as the Jews had decided to begin hunting the offspring, of the Third Reich, the modern day people, involved, in this case, were being stalked, by some survivors. People, whose ancestors had "survived" the house. The people who wanted to keep the past BURIED, just as the Jews demanded that ALL Germans be held accountable, forever, for the crimes, of the Third Reich. Three weeks, after closing the case-file, on the property, some, sobering, news "Hit the airwaves". It seems that a Jew, who had a bad heart, was determined to kill a man, whom the Jew INSISTED had been a soldier, at the death camp, which the Jew had survived. Even as the Jew emptied a pistol, into the victim, witnesses verified that the executioner was having a heart attack. After a doctor verified "the man is dead", the Jew was heard to say "(Gods) justice is done.", then the Jew died, as well. Just one problem. As records, would show, the following week, while the gun shot victim did RESEMBLE a guard, from a Nazi death camp, the victims ancestors, while German, by background, had sought refuge, in England, during the war. The victim's ancestors had attended English schools, and their families had "blended in", with the English population. This, while the prison guard was over-seeing the murders, of innocent people. The Jew had been so focused on the memory, of the man he knew of, from the war, that the shooter had not understood that NO one stays young, forever. As a result, while the war criminal had died, back in the 1980's, of cancer, the Jew was so fixated, on bringing "justice", to the Third Reich, that he had not stopped, to check the news. He had killed an innocent man. A man, whose family had condemned what Hitler did, TO Germany, and encouraged other Germans to condemn the mad-man, before Germany was destroyed. Now, a man, whose family, including himself, had HATED the Nazi Party, to the point of enlistment, with the D-Day forces, yet who was not born, until the 1990's, was dead.

The Trade Off

THE TRADE OFF That is what it was called, at the party. A girl, who thought that, just because she was young, blonde, and had a figure, which needed more than one glance, that she could get ANY male, into bed, with her youth. Normally, she was right. There was, almost, no man, that she knew of, who could, or would, turn down a night, with this teenager. Yes, all she had to do was give the men one night, and she had them on the "hook". She was smart, as well. While she never knew WHO her father was, she knew her mother was a professional, just as she had taught the girl to be. As to whether Christy's first man was, actually, her father, the girl never knew. Her mother said he was, but the man had shown no hint, of recognition. To Christy, he was just another man. Ofcourse, her mother, also, claimed that Christy's first "crush" was her own brother. Here, again, Christy did not know FACT from fiction. She had not known the boy, until they attended the same high school. In fact, even though Christy had told her mother "I met this boy..." Her mother said nothing, until after the fifth date. It was only after Christy had praised the boys "performance", and wondered if he might like to get married, mother had shocked the girl, by saying "The law does not allow siblings to marry." It was not until mother told Christy that she had given birth, to the girls lover, before having her. Yes, mother gave the boy up. She did not want her "men" to feel" like the boy was competition. When Christy had told mother "You could have told me, before..." Mother had asked "Wouldn't you have, anyway?" When Christy saw her brother, later, she had asked "Did you KNOW I was your sister?" When he smiled, saying "Yes, wasn't it great!" When he went to kiss his sister, Christy told him "Forget it. I am not. Not with my own brother." When the boy laughed, saying "You, already, did." When she had turned away he had grabbed her, pulled her back, to him, planted a deep kiss, on her lips, then said "I am going to miss this, sis." What she wanted to say, to him, is not allowed to be published, anywhere. Christy, still, found it hard to believe that, for a solid month, she had been deeply, and passionately, in love, with her brother. When she thought back, on that month, it was like heaven. Then, she found out that her lover was her brother. It was during those moments, when Christy felt sick. How could she NOT know he was her own brother? He was just a kid, from school. Still, by learning how to seduce him, Christy had gained the valuable skill, which her mother hoped she would learn. If Christy lacked just one, skill, in regards to men, it was in being aggressive enough to approach men. This is why her brother offered her a deal. Any time a really wealthy man wanted a young girls company, for the evening, her brother would bring the men over, and Christy let him have what he wanted, for his "performance". Sure enough, it worked, when it was needed. With me, Christy did not think that she would need her brother. All she had to do was snuggle up, and I would be all hers. While Christy was friends, with Dawn, what Christy did not know was that Dawn was my favorite. Maybe Dawn was not so young, but, to ME, she was my pure angel. Dawn knew how to handle men, coming from a family, with two brothers, and a father. While her brothers taught Dawn the "basics" (Their mother would, NEVER, speak of the subject, with her own children), Dawn learned the rest, on her own. This is why, even though she was dating Rick, OFFICIALLY, she did give me more than one kiss, even in public. Dawn was just not certain of which she preferred. My deep, long, French, kisses, or my necking. Dawn just did not DARE tell her mother what we did, during my visits, to Dawn's place. Dawn decided that her mother just did not need to know how Dawn and I "feasted", on one anothers bodies. If Dawn mentioned one word, of how I made her feel like a real woman, her mother would consider Dawn, and Rick, to be OFF. What Dawn could not fool her mother on was which man she was going on a date with. When it was Rick, Dawn would just wear average clothes, run her fingers through her hair, and say "Be back, soon." When it was me, mother knew. I was the one whom Dawn took the time to dress for. A, full, shower, hair combed, just perfect, and even a dress, from her stock-pile. When Dawn left, to see me, her mother would say "lucky man", even as Dawn finished prepping, knowing what lay ahead. Dawn did wonder, a few times, what Rick would do, IF he found out about "us". HOW would she explain the nights, of intense passion. The nights, which Dawn would have given a years worth, of pay, to have never end. Personally, I was happy when Dawn let us "move" beyond the bedroom, and we walked, arm-in-arm, to meet the friends. (We did have an agreement. NO romance, in front of Rick.) Dawn, still, wanted to see if Rick actually, would pursue his goals. While Dawn was prepping, for the party, making an angel out of a goddess, in another part, of town, Christy was checking her bank account, for the latest payment. After the payment was verified, Christy told her mirror "Its time to look fourteen, again." Christy was determined to look like a teen, for as long as it paid. She, really, thought "All I have to do is look pure, and innocent, and I have him! Dead to rights!" Christy would wear her long rain coat, to the party. This way, no one would see the sheer nightie, which she wore, underneath. If the party went as planned, Christy would have another, "dirty old man", paying her to keep silent, before morning. At the party, when the doorman took her coat, and rubbed his body part against her body, she told him "Not a chance, loser." This, she said since she knew that, everytime this man got a penny, he was out, betting a dollar. I must say that Christy put on quite a show, for me. Snuggling up, like this was her first party. She even had the "soft voice" down to a science. It was just as Christy was suggestting "Do you like what you see?" and "Would you like some?", when Dawn walked up, and Christy ended up watching, as WE kissed. After the kiss, Christy heard me say "Dawn, this is, what is your name, anyway?" When Christy said "never mind." then walked away, I told Dawn "Perfect timing." Dawn would smile as she said "I know." I was just thankful, when Dawn took me aside, away from the stereo, where we did not have to shout. Here, in the moderate silence, Dawn would tell me "Christy has her sights set on you. Be careful or, by tomorrow, you will be starving, AND paying blackmail." When I whispered, to Dawn "Not with you, I wont be. You know me, too well." Dawn would say "Not me, silly, her." It was when a couple entered the room, next door, and began "going at it", full force, that Dawn saw my look, then smiled and said "Alright, but only until you are satisfied." For the next two hours, the rest of the world did not exist. There was just Dawn and I, a bed, and the deepest love, that we could make. It was during a rest break, when Dawn recognized the voices, from the other room. She even whispered "Oh, my God." When I asked, Dawn would say "That is Sharons husband, and Louis wife." When I asked "So?" Dawn whispered "They took wedding vows." (Didn't sound much like a wedding, to me.) Thankfully, the sounds, of sex, got Dawn aroused, and she whispered "Love me." A deep, french, kiss, some nursing, then slipping it deep inside Dawn, and my lady was smiling, as bright as the sun. MY god, was that heaven. By the time Dawn and I got dressed, and returned to the party, I saw Christy, with a young man, and Dawn whispered, to her friend. Her friend said "A bet was made. Christy cannot get her brother up, and over." When Dawn asked "How much?" Her friend said "If the siblings do it, they win two motors, and a house." I could only think that Christy, and the boy, won, multiple times, since the brother and sister just kept going at it. Ironically, after the "exhibition", and while Dawn was tending my every desire (while her boyfriend was off, chasing other women), Christy saw to her brother, as well. Christy, dressed only in her lingerie, and Dawn, in her dress. Two women, very happy with their men. While Christys brothers offer, to walk his sister home, came maybe thirty minutes before Dawn and I decided to leave the orgy, as well, it was outside the party zone, where the night was quiet, where we found Christy, and her brother "going at it", like newlyweds. Dawn and I were on our way, to Dawns place, when Christy caught up, with us, asking "Do me a favor. You did not see that, back there." When Dawn asked, Christy would say "My mother, still, thinks I am in love with him." When Dawn would mention "We were not the only ones, at the party", Christy would say "That part doesn't matter. It was a bet, and we won." Dawn would fill in the rest. "What you dont want your mother to know is that, AFTER the party, you gave your brother some more." When Christy would say "It was innocent." Dawn would ask "How many times?" Christy would say "Only seven. It just felt so goood!" When Dawn would say "ONLY seven." Christy would say "He just makes me feel like a woman." After Dawn agrreed, for us, and the girl departed, I would say "Thats a relief. I thought that we would be stuck with HER in our bed." Dawn would snuggle up to me, saying "Not a chance, my love." Later, while Rick was being booked on drunk-and-disorderly charges, Dawn and I were trading kisses, I was nursing, and she was whispering to me, as I made her feel like a new bride. Come morning, Dawn would whisper "I hate you." (meaning that I hate that I love you). Even after a full night, I was not about to leave, without showing her that I loved her. In fact, I showed her, multiple times. After we shared breakfast, and a shower, we heard the "breaking news". It would seem that one, of Christy's men had gotten tired of paying blackmail, and had turned the young woman in. Christy was in minimum security lock-up, since she did not resist police. Her brother, who came by, for "just one more time", and thought the police were attackers, was in regular prison, for assaulting three police officers. While Christy might have hoped just for a conviction, for blackmail, she forgot that, nowadays, women are swabbed, to control disease, in prison. Dawn was certain that, in Christy's case, once her brothers D.N.A. was found, both were going to prison, for a LONG time.

AMERICA REVOLTS

AMERICA REVOLTS! FORWARD: This story is dedicated to the memory of the honorable United States Senator: John McCain. A man, who served his nation with dignity, respect, and HONOR. May his soul Rest in Peace. No one was surprised, when the "war", finally, came. In fact, many citizens had thought that the "war" would have erupted, years before. The problem is that human nature remained hopeful, until faced with a bitter truth. While "Privatization" had been defeated, by voters, again and again, Washington D.C. just never thought of what the public reaction would be, when the White House issued the Executive Order, abolishing Social Security. All the while, telling the impoverished "Make do as best you can, on your own." At the same time that Privatization was made the new "Law of the land", The White House demanded tax-cuts, equalling 90% of corporate tax debt. Washington D.C. remained adamant that, if the rich were not taxed that, one day, SOME day, the rich would re-invest thier savings, in American jobs. Even while the ink remained wet, on the order, making Privatization the "law of the land", the department of Housing and Urban Development, would be disbanded, with low-income people being told "If you want shelter, thats YOUR problem. Only by eliminating taxation, on the super-rich, can we hope to re-build America, back into a super-power." While Washington D.C.. never thought that the American people would rebel, against this radical change, in government, the White House ordered all military units to a war-footing. The order would be: DESTROY all opposition, to the new order! When several, military, units questioned the need to attack American civilians, the rich, simply hired private contractors, both to lead attacks, and to "dispose" of any soldiers who would dare question the attack order. The problem, that the rich, and powerful, had not counted upon was a single, fact, of American life. While it was true, that many Americans depended on governnment benefits, for health reasons, what neither Washington D.C., nor the super-rich, could understand, was just how DEPENDENT the super-rich, and the government, were, on the working class. A dependency, which included everything from documents delivery, to keeping offices well-stocked, with supplies. The list just went on, and on. For Washington D.C., however, the REAL core, of the problem, only began when the White House ordered a "concrete ceiling", on federal spending. Since this "ceiling" was only $2 million above current spending levels, it was no time, at all, before congress TRIED giving out I.O.U.'s, to everyone, who would accept. The problem was that neither suppliers, nor employees, would accept the pieces of paper. After all, people had BILLS to pay. Creditors would not accept the I.O.U.'s. For the first time, in YEARS, members, of Congress, had to provide for themselves. The White Houses next mistake was to issue an Executive Order, demanding that supplies be delivered, for Executive Branch use. What shocked the White House was when suppliers asked "IF you have CASH, in HAND, for the deliveries, your supplies can be delivered within the hour." When the White House would respond "You WILL be paid." The shock only grew when suppliers asked "WHEN will we be paid?" White House staffers understood suppliers concern since, after all, the media was reporting that the government was "penniless". For the next few days, the White House, openly, referred to suppliers as "traitors", for refusing to deliver supplies, however, the F.C.C. found itself declining to revoke several news outlets licenses. The simple truth was that, with a debt ceiling, FIRMLY, in place, America had returned to the 1980's. The time when Republican president Ronald Reagan had shut down the federal government, for over a month, while Mr. Reagan INSISTED that HIS budget be passed. As this history reared its UGLY head, federal workers found themselves joining the ranks, of those, at food pantries. Far too many, of these people thought that federal positions would mean STABLE income. The very same, federal, employees, who lived check-to-check, secure in the knowledge that they had enough money, left over, to cover food costs, had not been as careful as they thought. Sure, they had "basic" transportation, and housing, however, there was a difference between their parents, and themselves. When their parents had been workers, the price, of a brand new car, was $2,000, to $3,000, while a single family home cost just $15,000, to $25,000. That was THEN. In the modern day, federal workers were paying $30,000, to $40,000, for cars, and upwards of $200,000, for homes. While workers wages were much higher, in the present, so were prices. To make matters worse, and contribute to the revolt, when the White House heard rumors, that Congress was preparing an override, in order to pay bills, the White House ordered Capital Hill "sealed", under "Executive Order", until Congress "caved" to the White Houses demands. This would become the "center" of the revolt. Not only could the public make no purchases, without funds, but Congress was, physically, shut-out, by the White House. The White Houses terms were "simple". Privatization would replace Social Security, and the public would be required to work "longer, harder, hours", just to pay basic bills. The rich would NOT be taxed, at all and, eventually, some-day, good-paying jobs would return to the nation. (According to a media source, inside the White House, the Executive Office had just finished an inventory, of emergency supplies, and had verified that the capital had enough supplies to outlast Congress, and the public, for YEARS, to come.) That is, atleast for as long as the White House did not mind eating ration packs. (There would be no more gourmet food, or chefs, to cook, until the budget was resolved) While no one was, actually, sure, of HOW the feat was accomplished, it was just hours after the Executive Branch had moved to the shelter, when the lights went out. There would be rumors, that either citizens had broken into the storage tanks, or that soldiers, whose families, also, faced hunger, had stolen the fuel. All that the source reported was that, just as the chief executive was bragging "Give them TIME, and those fools will come, BEGGING, for any scraps that we offer", when the lights, in the shelter went out. When the back-ups did not start up, the shelter tenants were compelled to switch to candles. While this was happening, under the White House, the military was overseeing the peaceful packing, of every, usable, item, in the city. Gas stations had their reserve tanks pumped dry, while refrigerated semi's packed freezer sections, and moving vans packed non-perishables. While a rumor had circulated that the air vents, for the national shelter, should be blocked, to prevent fresh air from reaching the chief executive, state police, quickly, sent their own counter-rumor around. This one, reminding anyone, thinking of lethal action, that such action would constitute MURDER. Since no one knew HOW/WHOM the rumor started, the message was, quickly, discarded. Within twenty-four hours, the only people, remaining in D.C., were the staff, of the White House. Over the coming months, a temporary goverment was set up, in the nations interior. Crops were being planted, and harvested, while farmers, and auto mechanics, would work to convert motor vehicles, to the high-grade, moon-shine, whose production the A.T.F. was monitoring. Life could have been wilder, except that people decided to work together, to outlast the person, in the White House. If the White House wanted to play "hard-ball", so could the American people. The only difference was that the "rebels/terrorists" had fresh food to eat, fresh water, to bathe in and (thanks to some engineers), clean water, to wash clothing in. By contrast, it was not long before the executive branch got tired of eating canned rations, and being stuck in a place, which smelled WORSE, by the day. While staffers were concerned when their number began to diminish, a search, of the shelter, showed neither bodies, nor bones. This relieved staffers, who were concerned that, long enough, in this bunker, and they MIGHT resort to cannibalism. In reality, the most intelligent staffers had waited until after the others had gone to rest. Once the shelter was resting, these people, silently, used an "EMERGENCY EXIT", taking anything they could carry, in rucksacks, and heading out, into rebel territory. While the chief executive had promised, during the summer warmth that "Trust me. Once winter comes, and those terrorists get ice cold enough, they WILL come, CRAWLING back, BEGGING for anything we will offer." While winter did, eventually, come, what the chief executive had not thought about was that Washington D.C. gets COLD, in the winter, as well. Just one difference between the "terrorists" strong-hold, and Washington D.C. While the chief executive had to bundle, under layers, of heavy clothes, to prevent freezing, out, in the "terrorists" land, kerosene heaters were running, at capacity, while motor vehicles were running on high-grade moon-shine. It may seem ironic, however, come spring, while the "terrorist" opposition, to the White House, was eating dinner, by candle-light, as an early spring set in, the chief executive was beginning to wonder how LONG the "terrorists" could hold out. It had been so many months, since the chief executive had eaten a warm, chef-prepared, meal, that the remainder of the staff had bailed, on the chief. The White House had been cold, and dark, for months, and staff had grown annoyed hearing the chief executive promising "Give them TIME, and those "terrorists" will come, BEGGING, for anything we have to offer." The last, of the staff walked out, after the chief executive belted an assistant, so hard, that the blow, almost, broke the staffers jaw. When the chief executive bellowed "Get OUT!", the chief had meant "out of my office." Staff took it to mean "OUT of my shelter!" Still, it took the chief executive three days to realized that they were all that remained, of their government. This is when they put pen to paper, with final thoughts: Under NO conditions is Social Security to be reinstated. It is to be Privatization, or NOTHING! Under NO circumstances is H.U.D., and low-income housing, to be re-instated! If those ingrates want housing, let them WORK, longer, HARDER, hours, for the money. This nation can no-longer AFFORD minimum wage. Employers MUST be allowed to pay any amount that they choose to. Any variation, from these goals, and I will see to it that this nation is set for auction. Piece-by-piece, block-by-block, house-by-house, and person-by-person. It would be the French who would be the first to find the remains. This would be because the closest sea-port, to the "rebel" territory, was east of Washington D.C.. As a wise precaution, the French commander had sent forth a recon patrol, and it was this group which found the source of the stench, which fouled the air, around 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. The French equivalent of the grave-diggers unit, would be tasked with bagging the body, and airing the shelter. This, while the recon detachment proceeded to meet with the "rebel" Americans. The members, of the deposed Congress, laughed, openly, at the demands, contained within the note. When the French toured Washington D.C., with the deposed congress, asking "How much time, and assistance, will you require, to return the government, to full operation?" The department of Streets and Public Improvements would promise the French "Its not that bad. Just a LOT of clean-up. Give us a month, and we will be back in business." For the first time, in 200 years, Washington D.C. sought out short-term loans, for the national re-start. The time when the nation felt an overwhelming sense, of relief, was when the power stations came back on-line, and radio, and television, resumed. The promise, of Liberty, which had begun more than two centuries ago, remained alive. A bit batterred, but alive, and well. As long as there remain people, like the senator, to oversee government, and keep the executive branch in check, the promise, which is the United States, will live on, FAR into the Future! Rest in Peace, Senator John McCain.

THE TEST DRIVE

THE “TEST DRIVE” In fact, it really wasn't much of a "contest", after all. In fact, truth be told, the whole idea came from Dawn's boyfriend, Joey. To hear Joey talk, prior to meeting Dawn, I would have expected Dawn to have a chest as flat as a ten year old. (A bottom to match). Joey also claimed that Dawn took far too LONG, in bed, and that this was why he had to rush her. As for his claim, that Dawn was "bald", this was about as true as if I were to declare that my white, male, self was, in fact, MIchelle Obama. Former first lady of the United States. In fact, the woman, whom Joey introduced to myself, and a friend, was about as opposite of his description as a woman can get. While Dawn might not have, OFFICIALLY, won, any beauty contests, to me... While Dawns hair was shorter than I would have liked my womans to be, still, her smile, supple neck, and shapely chest, more than made up for any imperfections, in her appearance. Anytime one, of Joeys friends, tried to move close, to become friends, with Dawn, Joey would say "She's all yours, for $25,000.00." It was after one, of Joey's friends asked "HOW do I KNOW she is worth $25,000.00?" and Joey said "Pay me, and find out." It seems that Dawn knew I would, soon, be asked, the same question. This is when she asked me "Do me a favor. When he asks, just say no. Not "Not interested". Just no." When I asked her reason, and she whispered "Do it, for me." When I asked "What do I get out of the deal?" Dawn seemed to think about this, for awhile, before she asked "What do you want", and whispered "As if I didn't know." When I whispered "A trade. You let me kiss you and, if you dont like it..." Dawn had no idea of why but she whispered "What if I DO like it?" I suggested a single date. This way, if she liked my kiss, but not my person, all she would be "out" was a single evening, and washing her sheets. With the agreement made, Dawn knew she had just made the worst mistake of her life. The more, and deeper, that we kissed, the more Dawn wanted. In fact, by the time the kiss was done, Dawn had to sit down, and fan herself. It was when Dawn and I returned to Joey's "bidding" that Joey asked me, about Dawn, and Dawn whispered, to me, "remember, I WANT that dinner." This is when I made Joey a counter-offer. If he let me have a "test-drive", of Dawn, I would consider paying DOUBLE his asking price. When Joey got excited, asking "When?" I reminded him "After the test drive is over with". When Joey asked for a $10.00 "deposit", I gave him a twenty. The "test drive", which Dawn and I had, originally, agreed upon, would run two weeks (with an option for more time, IF Dawn wanted more.) Dawn's mother had warned the girl, about this, but in a way which was so generic that the alert could have been about food, housing, etc. The evening, when our "test drive" took place, Dawn was "caught", totally by surprise. She was so accustomed to how Joey, and other men, treated her. This is why, when I joined her, in her kitchenette, asking "How do I make this the best night of your life?" Dawn turned to me, whispering "For starters, you can begin by not asking. I am YOURS, for this evening." After this statement, Dawn felt herself regretting having said the words, as I covered her body, with so much passion that she wondered WHY she was, still, with Joey. When Dawn freed herself from my kiss, she panted as she whispered "Some music?" (Dawn wanted to find out what kind of music that I liked) Dawn, soon, cursed her decision, as it resulted in her finding out that I enjoyed the same music as she did. While her intellect told her "Stop him! He is going for your bra!", Dawn was just so "caught up", in the feeling, of my hands, on her skin, that she wanted MORE. As much as she could get. Even as our lips parted, enough for her top to find the carpeting, I was happy when she made sure that my OWN top found the same carpet. When her bra was next, on the floor, while she hoped that my necking would, never stop, when she felt my hand, going for her breast, she, deliberately, whispered "Bedroom". (Dawn was just not prepared for the action as I picked her up, into my arms, and carried her off, to bed.) In the bedroom, Dawn would have given a years benefits, if only I had snatched off her bottoms, and pumped her, as Joey, and other men, had. Just blind, mindless, sex. Thats all she wanted. Just proof that I was like her other men. That all I wanted were "bragging rights". What she got, instead, was to have me carress her bottoms off, then to have me kiss her womanhod, so deeply, that she could not stand up. While her intellect asked "What the HELL are you doing?", as she lay back, on her bed, and opened her legs, wide, Dawn let her body go on "automatic". Just after she asked me for a pillow, and I grabbed one, from the top, of the bed, I, no-sooner, went "back to work", when Dawn cried out, and her woman-scent came forth, from her body, at full power. Before she would let me near her breasts, Dawn all-but ripped my pants off, and said "beautiful", when she saw my manhood. A moment later, she was giving me even better oral than I had given her. In fact, she was so good that I was glad when she wanted "seconds". After this, while Dawn expected to be just short of raped, she found herself back in my embrace, and "enduring" a french kiss. When I went down, on her breasts, Dawn would have given anything, if Joey would "discover" us, and order me out, of the bedroom. Dawn just did not know what to do, when she felt me carressing, kissing, and nursing. Part of her wanted this evening to be over with. Another part, of her, wanted it to last, just for a few decades. By the time I finished, with her beautiful, "B" cup breasts, Dawn was wondering if I might like a "subscription", to her breasts. She, then, smiled, to herself, as she pondered "A subscription to my breasts? What? A subscription, to have all of them that I wanted? A subscription to her bedroom?" The final test, that I "failed" was the "penetration" test. Dawns hope was for a quick RAM, then "get it over with". What she received was the opposite of this. From the moment, when I entered, Dawn KNEW we had become one. One heart. One soul. One being. From that moment, until the end, all Dawn could think of was making the experience just as beautiful, for me, as I was making it, for her. For HOURS, and HOURS, we drove passion to its limits. All we wanted was one anothers happiness. Her pillow DID take a "beating", as her passion caused her to need to cry out, more than she cared to admit. Each time a major one was coming on, she pulled the pillow, tight, over her face, and let out a cry, which the pillow, barely, contained. After the cry, Dawn brought me to her face, whispered "I love you", then lay there, panting, for a moment. I did not mind her panting. Why should I, especially after the way that I panted, after each time that I loved her. If she could put up with it, so could I. I dont remember what time it was, when I left the bed, whispering "Excuse me, my love." When she whispered "I know, my love. You first, then me." I dont know why but I thought that a womans bathroom would have much more feminine products than Dawns did. In fact, her couter-top was cleaner than my own was. When Dawn joined me, in the bathroom, and saw my look, she whispered "You have been loving me, for hours. I KNOW what you look like." That was when I found it easy to complete by "business", kiss her, then return to bed, while she did her own. When my stomach began to rumble, and I ordered it to be silent, Dawn just smiled as she whispered "Its just saying that it has been a wonderful night, and that you need some food." When I whispered "What I need is YOU." She smiled even as she lead me to the kitchen, and prepared some food. (Dawn was certain that the night was, totally, out of hand, when she realized that she would rather that her BODY be the source, of my nourishment.) To my shame, I ate like I had not eaten, in months. After that, I surprised Dawn, by scrubbing my teeth, BEFORE giving her a DEEP, thank you kiss, for the food. Back in bed, we made love, until sun-rise, with Dawn saying "How beautiful. I am being loved, at sun-rise." When I whispered "It was my pleasure", she kissed me, then we rested, for awhile. wrapped around one another, like newlyweds. It was not until we rose from bed, and sat there, side-by-side, that she looked at me, smiled, then slapped me, HARD. She, then, softly, said "Thats for loving me so deeply that I fell in love with you." When I asked "Is that a crime?" Dawn smiled as she said "Since I have a boyfriend, it is." When I mentioned "Too bad I didn't meet you, first." Dawn told me "You are not my kind of man. It would, never, work out." When I asked "How do you know?" Dawn would say "With you, all I would have is a life, of home, and family." When I asked "Thats bad?" Dawn would say "I promised myself, years ago, that I would NOT become my mother. Schedules and house-work. Little more than a slave." When I asked "So, the night was not fun. It was just "doing what you are supposed to do?"" Dawn smiled as she said "Just the opposite. You made me WISH FOR my mothers life-style." While I did not understand what was happening, what I was grateful for was Dawn joining me, in the shower, then giving me some "breakfast", which I would, never, forget. Before she let me dress, to leave, she mentioned "I want a REAL, tender, goodbye, kiss." When I said "Your wish is my command." she climbed aboard, then I lay her back, across her table, and gave her the deepest love, that I was capable of. Afterwards, I left her panting, as I dressed, and went for some FOOD, to eat. Her idea, for "breakfast", was heavenly. Dont get me wrong. It was just not filling. I MIGHT have gone for fast food, except that only two places were open, that early. One was a national chain. The problem was that, the last time I saw one of their "breakfast platters", the portions could have fit in a snack bag. (All that customers were paying for was the foam platter, and the company logo.) The other place had food, which was so greasy that, the last time I ate there, all I could taste was the grease. This is why I visited my local grocery store. Here, I purchased two bags, of food, which I microwaved, then sat back, after a fiilling breakfast. Over those next, few, months, I saw Dawn, several times. Whenever possible, we would scoot away, from friends, then spent a few moments just sharing a deep kiss. It was not until I began adding necking to the "mix", that Dawn suggested that we meet at her place. Her, original, plan had been to tell me, in private, that we were "through", finished, and so on. That is, until she saw me eyeing her chest, and figured "What the hell." On three, seperate, visits, she planned to dump me, for certain. Three times, by the time I left, her breasts were left feeling happy. On our final visit, we not only ended up, in bed, but the passion was so powerful that she regretted it, immediately. By the time I passed out, I remember her saying "I will, always, love you." When I awoke, I found myself all alone, in her bedroom. Except for the bed, and my clothes, everything was gone. All that Dawn left, for me, was a note: My love, I want you to know that I will, always, love you. I just need a more daring, less loving, and more demanding, man. Love, always, Dawn Once clothed, I took the key, which she left, with a note, asking me to lock up, then turn the key into the landlords drop-box. After that, all I heard were rumors, that Dawn was here, or there. Not that it mattered. I mean, we had never been IN love. We had, simply, been passionate lovers. The one thing, which made MANY locals happy, was the day when Joey left town. Ofcourse, he HAD to leave. After all, he had been stupid enough to not only steal a friends software, but to use the programming to cyber-rob a bank, in another state. Not only that but Joey had been dumb enough to let the program run, until cyber-security locked him out. His only "smart" move was to move the money into an account, which was outside American jurisdiction. The problem was that, while the 500 million was un-touchable, to the U.S. government, Joey was still, on American soil. Word has it that, when Joey ran to Mexico, he THOUGHT he was safe, just across the border. After that, Joey escaped, from jail, and headed deep into South America. Some will say that Joey lived his life out, in luxury. Others would say that his money only made him a "target", for the rest of his life. All that I know is that I will miss Dawn, for a very long time, to come.